#seeing him sob as well as his mom was healing for sure

[felicitysmoak]

bbc1 calling ronaldo's missing penalty "misstiano penaldo" 😭😭😭

[emmcfrxst]

mom!reader and Laura hospitalizing Logan as an alternative ending for Logan? im not sure where I was going with this, but, I thought it might be a good idea somehow, heh.

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i love that idea! my silly little brain actually thought of an alternative as well— so as we know, the apparition of a mutation can be triggered by a strongly emotional event, and seeing logan agonizing is obviously quite traumatic so what if reader’s mutation, a healing power, appears as a trauma response?

you’re putting pressure on one of the deeper wounds on logan’s chest, trembling hands stained crimson from the blood that’s soaking through the thin fabric of his wife beater. you can hear the heart wrenching melody of laura’s sobs coming from somewhere besides you even through the heavy pounding of your heart in your ears, the sound bringing a fresh round of tears to your already damp eyes. your lover is wheezing loudly, searing pain striking like lightning with every rise and fall of his chest. this is it, he thinks; this is what dying feels like.

he should be relieved— it’s all he’s ever wanted, really; a permanent escape from the torments of his past, but it feels wrong.

he can’t leave you like this— can’t leave laura like this, confused and afraid and without a father to keep her safe. he wants to fight the exhaustion that’s settling deep into his bones, he needs to fight it— but he’s so goddamn tired, and his body craves the numbness that comes with sleep; with death. laura is screaming something he can’t quite make out over the static in his ears, small hands wrapped around his bicep, shaking him in a desperate attempt to keep him conscious. you’re crying, too; he can smell the saltiness of your tears, can almost feel the painful seizing of your chest from the sobs wrecking your body, hands sticky with his blood. he coughs weakly, mouth filling with the taste of iron, his eyes finally starting to close; he’ll rest just for a minute. terror courses through you as he finally slumps against the ground— a warrior, a legend; the wolverine, finally surrendering to time like an ordinary man would. the blood in your veins turns to ice when you realize that you can’t feel a pulse anymore, laura’s wails turning feral as you kneel here, next to the man you love, feeling like you’re trapped underwater. you feel numb as shock crashes through your system, rooting you to your spot, your eyes glazing over. you come back to consciousness when you feel laura shaking you vigorously, screaming something you can’t quite understand and pointing at your hands, from where a faint white glow has started to emanate, spreading over logan’s limp form like a cocoon of light, his skin slowly stitching itself back together where the gleam enters the wounds. you and laura watch in disbelief as logan’s injuries disappear, leaving only scars as proof that they ever even existed. the sound of logan choking on his blood fills your ears again, startling you, and you watch as he sits up quickly, spitting out a mouthful of scarlet. he looks as alarmed as you feel, hazel eyes focused on the slowly dimming light enveloping your hands, a thin sheen of sweat covering his now uninjured body. laura moves first, breaking the spell of the moment, throwing her arms around her father’s neck, hugging him tightly, babbling nonsense. he hugs her back, one hand splaying across the length of her spine, eyes meeting yours, astonished. you let out a watery laugh, shaking your head— silently letting him know that you’re just as confused as he is— before joining the hug, allowing your lips to leave a flurry of tender kisses across the side of his face.

there would definitely be things to talk about later, but that could wait. you had a reunion to finish first.

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary: Cast Away AU. What if Tara was with someone when you returned

Warnings: angst but happy ending

WC: 2.8k

Author’s Note: requested by @blackwidowifey Hope you like it dude. Sorry for any mistakes

The flight home, your mom refused to let you out of your sight. To be home, back in your that had not changed had felt so surreal. A part of you was scared, scared that you'd wake from this dream and be back on that island. If that were to happen you weren't so sure you'd survive.

"You don't need anything sweetheart?" Your dad's voice brought you back to the present, you were still standing in front of the door of your room.

"No, I'm okay dad. Thank you."

Your dad couldn't begin to imagine what you went through for the past three years. Almost four. He knew you had changed. Not just physically but mentally as well. To see you like this. So confused, lost. It hurt him. He wanted to help you. But he just didn't know how.

You were told by your sister that things had changed quite a bit. From your friends and Tara no longer living in Woodsboro. To your family not being in contact with Tara for the past year.

"Riley?" You had entered your sisters room, who didn't even live here anymore. Another thing you missed that you were now an aunt. She had gotten married two months ago. To the man she had loved for so long.

And you missed it.

"Yeah? Everything okay?" Riley had never moved so fast to get home the moment her mom called to inform her that you had been found. Almost four years thinking her little sister was dead. The sob she had let out had alarmed her husband. Her husband. The man that you met, the man that held her when the cops told the family that your flight had crashed and there were no traces of the plane. The man that held her when the search party gave up after just two months of searching. The man that kept her going after your funeral.

The wedding she had, had been small. She had no bridesmaids, that spot had been reserved for you. You were her little sister but also her best friend.

"What made you stop talking to the Tara and the others?" It had only been a day since you returned back home. You were still extremely weak, bruised a little too easily, still had some sun burns but with the luxury of some aloe. Those were healing a lot faster.

"They moved a year after the search party was called off. They tried to stay here but it had been hard for them. Tara took your dea-disappearance hard. She wasn't the same. She was different, depressed, in denial. Sam moved her to New York permanently so she could heal and move on. After a year of them being there. Our connection kinda stopped. I didn't reach out and they didn't either."

You listened to everything she was saying. Almost four years of being gone. You knew that if you made it and came back. Things would be different. People would have moved on.

"Can I..can I see your phone." Riley handed you her phone. You opened instagram with one person in mind. Typing in her username. She hadn't posted in a quite a bit. But what she had were just some nature shots. So you moved on to the next person. Mindy. The first three picture being of the friend group with new faces. A average height man had his arm around Tara. A smile on her face as she smiled at the camera.

Your vision blurred with tears. The same feeling of loss grew. Tara, had have moved on. And you couldn't be upset about that. You had no right to be upset. Tara could wait forever.

She didn't need you anymore.

*

You now hated the smell of fish and coconut. You vowed on that island that if you ever got off it you would never touch fish or coconuts ever again. After your dad said he had a few things he had to do. You jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house. It had only been four days since you were back home. The past four days you had spent them in the house resting.

When he drove to the cemetery you knew what he was doing. Seeing your own tombstone was something you never really thought of. Seeing the rock was bone chilling.

Going to the store after that was the distraction you needed. Helping your dad with the grocery shopping, but the more you moved around the more tired you were starting to feel, you tried to ignore it. You went three and a half years moving around barefoot and half nude. A little walking around a store shouldn't bother you. Your dad saw that you were getting tired and was quick to gather the groceries.

*

Meeting your niece was as tear filled as could be. The guilt of missing everything, you and your sister had always talked about being there for one another. You knew it was out of your control. But you could have tried to leave the island a whole lot sooner than you did. Granted it did take you awhile to understand how the changes in the seasons affected the waves.

"Are you ready?" Your dad asked, he was already dressed in a business suit. You had been for a while the one to take over your dad's business when he retired. The original plan was to finish college and then take over. But with everything that happened you didn't know where to stand. You weren't sure if that was still the plan. Six days since being back home and you still felt so, lost.

"Do I have to go?" You were in a suit as well. Matching the one your dad had.

Your dad sighed softly going into your room to stand behind you. You were looking at yourself in the mirror. You were healing nicely and quickly. Your cheeks filling in with all the food your mom had cooked. No longer looking hollow. He couldn't imagine how hungry you had been.

"It's up to you buddy. If you're comfortable enough. We could go or we can stay here and watch some Harry Potter. You know they made a game about Hogwarts."

"Really?"

He chuckled at the excitement in your eyes. He will always see you as his little girl. The amount of times he cried alone in your room, holding the stuff Curious George bear that you had refused to throw away. He reached over and fixed your crooked tie.

He could ditch the business party. He was boss after all. What he says goes.

"You know what let's go to the store buy a ps5 and we will play the game together."

*

Being back home after a year of being gone was a bit rough. Being back for thanksgiving break to be with her mother. One thing she had yet to do was something that she hadn't done in a whole year.

"Hey you okay?" The feeling of heavy hairy arm being wrapped around her shoulder. Pulling her attention away from the direction of your house. She hadn't spoken to your family in a year. A part of her felt guilty for stopping. But her boyfriend who was friend at first, had said it would be for the best. He had said she'd never move on if she never did. And in a moment of weakness, she stopped.

"Yea Frankie I'm fine. I have to go somewhere. I'll be right back okay?" With quick kiss she left her house before he could say anything.

It had been a year since she last saw your tombstone.

*

Parking her car, and walking the rest of the way. Only for her body to freeze in place. Your tombstone was gone. The patch of dirt was still fresh. The flowers she had dropped. The same sinking feeling of losing you came back.

"Excuse me where's the tombstone that was here." The gardener who was taking out over grown weeds stopped what he was doing to look at the brunette.

"Uh I heard from one of the workers. They were moving and took their daughter with them. I'm sorry miss that's all I know."

Moving? She picked up the flowers and rushed to her car. She needed to get to your parents house. The drive there was fast. She may have ran a stop sign or two. Yes, she may have started dating now. Mindy had pushed her to say yes to Frankie. She knew Mindy wanted what was best for her. And she won't deny that she did have fun with Frankie. He was sweet, a bit of a douche but sweet nevertheless.

Her car screeched at the sudden break. The 'for sale' sign was front and present.

Why would they move?

*

Being in a new house was nice. There was a big pool and hug backyard. A week since you been rescued. Your new room was much bigger than the one you had before. You had been building the courage to call Tara. When you finally did call the call never went through meaning this number was no longer in service.

You didn't know how else to reach her. Just tell them you were okay. That you were alive. But the more you thought about it. Remembering the picture you saw, they looked so happy. Did you really want to crash back into their lives, by all off sudden coming back from the dead.

"Honey, I have to go to work. You okay-Can I go with you?" You asked before your dad could finish his sentence. With a smile he nodded. Not caring that you were dressed casually. He was just excited to see you back in the office with him. He remembers clearly how you used always follow him around the office. Remembering how his little girl always sat on his chair. You used to be so small, now you were taller than him.

Curse his own tall genes.

*

Being back in the office had been as overwhelming as you had expected. Everyone greeting you, everyone looking at you like they've seen a ghost. It was all so overwhelming. But what really had you overwhelmed, had you feeling like you couldn't breath was when you saw the familiar brunette. She had looked as beautiful as the last time you saw her. She was breathtaking, she looked more mature.

Without really thinking about it your feet moved on their own accord. Halting, when a man took her hand. You heart breaking no matter how much she wish it didn't at the sight of her smile. A smile directed at someone else.

~

Tara was back in the building after a year of not setting foot in it. Being back her felt odd. But Frankie had an interview here. And he wanted her to come with. When she left what was once your house. She didn't know what to do. She tried calling your mom, your dad, your sister but none of them answered their phones. So she hoped that being back in your father's building. She'd run into him. Ask him why he took down your tombstone.

She felt Frankie take her hand. A small smile she towards him before looking away. She needed to find your dad. She looked around the lobby only for eyes to snap back to where she saw…you? Expect it couldn’t be. The person she could have sworn was you was walking away now.

“Tara? Tara where are you going?”

Ignoring his voice as she basically ran to where you once stood. It couldn’t be you. You were..dead. Gone. Watching the back of this person grow closer as they both turned into a less crowded hall way.

Her hand reaching forward to grab this persons arm. The moment this person turned around it had felt like all the air in her lungs had been punched out of her body. Her eyes refusing to believe who was standing in front of her. Those y/ec eyes that she had missed so badly. You were as beautiful as the day she last saw you at that airport. Those eyes that were now filled with tears.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted nothing more than to pull her into a tight hug. Just like you had imagined. But now you weren’t sure if you could. You didn’t know your place in her life anymore. You didn’t have to say anything at the end. She had basically thrown herself at you. Her arm wrapping around your neck as she hugged you tightly. Her cries being muffled as she cried into your neck.

You lived in the moment. Forgetting the man she was with as you hugged her back just as tight. Even if this would be for the last time.

“You’re alive. When-when did you get back? Why didn’t you call?” She pulled away to look up at you. You looked different, skinner.

“Last week. I uh was on deserted island. Been there for the past few years. I-I tried calling. Your number wasn’t the same.” You reluctantly pulled away. When you saw from behind Tara that same man walking towards you and Tara.

Tara was still trying wrap her mind around what was happening. Feeling like this was all a dream. The way you looked lost and heartbroken made her want to just cry and pull you into another hug. To hug you. Kiss you. Her hands refused to completely let you go. She was confused on why you were letting go. Her hold on your hands was tight.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. If I would known I-Everything okay here babe?”

The confusion was no longer there. Now she knew why. The you looked away, this time completely letting her go. She knew exactly what you were thinking. That she didn’t love you anymore, which completely wasn’t the case. Her own eyes filled with tears. The guilt she had growing. Ever since agreeing to going out with Frankie it had felt like she was being unfaithful. She knew it wasn’t cause at the time she didn’t know you were still alive.

Seeing the hurt and heart broken look on your face (that you were trying to hide) brought that guilt back in bigger than before. Your eyes finally hers. And she saw the acceptance, the forced smile. The tears you were trying to blink away.

“It’s okay Tara. It’s okay.” It was all you could say. Hoping your voice didn’t give away that you wanted nothing more than to cry. With a small nod. You dug into your pocket. Taking out the pocket watch. The watch you had refused to go anywhere with out. You turned around and walked away.

She watched you walk away before looking down at the scratched up pocket watch. Opening the watch. Seeing the familiar picture. Except now it was faded. The picture becoming blurry. All the memories flashing in her head. The love she had for you was still there. Still here. Had grown more and more even when she thought you were dead. She still loved you.

You. It always had been you.

No one else.

“Tara?”

Her eyes looked back at Frankie. “I’m sorry Frankie. I can’t do this.” It was all she said before she ran to catch up to you. She was not going to let you go. Not bothering to look back as she tried to find in the crowd that had quickly filled the lobby. She knew it was the lunch hour, she needed to find you.

She was quick to step on top of the receptionist desk. Ignoring her commands to get down. She scanned the room seeing your figure getting closer to the front doors.

“Y/N WAIT!!” She didn’t care that the voice echoed through out the big room. It grabbed your attention along with everyone else in the room. She jumped down the desk and the crowd quickly parted. You were on the other side. Eyes red from trying to hold in your tears. Quick to get to your side. Stopping directly in front of you.

“I love you. Only you. No one else.”

“But you looked hap-I could never be happy without you. I don’t love him.”

“Are you su-” You were cut off by the pair of lips you had dreamed of. The feeling of her lips on yours was like kissing her for the first time. Your arms wrapping around her body, bringing her closer.

You no longer felt the dreadful feeling of loss. No longer did you feel lost. You felt complete.

Whole once again.

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 12 - The boys who went through hell.

Summary: Eijirou is a good friend but even he has his limits. Izuku finally wakes up, but he’s not really himself.

Warnings: Swear words, arguments, a lot of crying and mentions of injuries. Mentions of mental issues.

For those who are waiting: In this chapter, we get to know what’s up with Izuku. The next chapter is still angsty but he’s alive and relatively well and that’s not gonna change, so I’ll leave it to you if you wanna start reading now or wait until Chapter 14 which is the official end of the angst. Chapter 14 is almost angst free and Chapter 13 ends on a positive note.

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“Is he alive?” Is all you say after your phone lights up with Eijirou’s name.

It has been a whole hour since the accident but Katsuki’s and Eijirou’s phone just went into voicemail after a few rings, both of them probably busy giving statements to the police and making sure Izuku is (hopefully) taken care of.

After a few seconds of silence, there is a quiet “yes” coming from the other side. You can’t help but start crying again, even though you’ve literally just stopped 2 minutes ago.

You called Izuku’s mom right away. You tried your best to stay strong for her and it drained all your energy, even if it was only a 5 minutes long conversation because thankfully, All Might was with her so your phone call ended up with him trying to soothe your troubled soul instead of the other way around.

Your mind is a mess. There are no thoughts, just… emptiness. This is how being in shock might feel like, there isn’t any other explanation for it.

“He’s… alive… but… Y/N, you must stay strong. He’s… fuck.” Eijirou’s voice wavers. “We can’t see him until tomorrow. They need to do a lot of surgeries… his arms… they are broken. Shattered. The explosion… isn’t at fault. The building. When he was young he… broke his arms too many times….” Eijirou mutters, not even able to make full sentences, just little bits and bobs, trying to give you as much information as he can but failing with the interpretation so much you can barely understand a single word. “They don’t… know if he’ll be able to do hero work. They said this might be the end of his career. If the surgery succeeds, he might have a chance but he’ll need to stop completely for… months.”

“Ei, that’s not important right now.” You try your best to sound confident, but your voice can’t stop shaking. “What about his chest? His heart?”

“All good.” A new voice takes over. You have no idea who this is. “He lost a lot of blood but otherwise, he’s fine. It will leave a scar and it will take a while to completely heal as we used up all his stamina to save his right hand. Oh, I’m Kenji, the doctor assigned for his case. I asked Red Riot and Dynamight to try and relax but they aren’t listening.”

“Fuck you and your stupid fluffy blanket, Kenji.” Katsuki’s voice comes from the background and you can’t help but laugh in between two sobs.

“So as I said, we used up all his stamina to heal his right hand but both of his arms were injured quite a few times when he was young due to his quirk being too strong for his body hence why he was advised to keep them out of harm’s way to avoid any complications. Needless to say, this was the last straw for those poor, severely battered bones. Even though we healed it he won’t be able to lift anything for a while. He should be fine with everyday things but nothing else. He will need to start from the beginning and go to rehabilitation, but I do believe if someone can make it out of this, it’s him. I’ll send a note over with all the information you might need to support him. I’m sorry I can’t let you see him as we had to start with the surgeries as soon as we can, we also need to do some magic on his chest to make the pain more bearable, so… yeah. It’s going to be a long journey, but he’ll live.”

“That’s amazing, thank you.” You cry, finally able to breathe properly.

“I’m keeping these two for another 30 minutes then they’ll go straight to you. You have amazing friends, by the way, they couldn’t stop talking about you since they came in.”

“She ain’t my friend.” Katsuki grumbles in the background. “She’s… fucking family.”

“Oh, Katsuki…” You burst into tears again. “Can I talk to him? Please?”

“One minute. That’s it.” Kenji mutters and gives the phone to the grumpy blond.

“Oi, the fuck do you want?” He grumbles into the device, his voice shaking with every syllable.

“I love you too.”

“Fuck you, you asshole!” There is a sob on the other end and the phone goes silent.

~•🥦•~

It takes the two another hour to make it back to Izuku’s flat. Katsuki’s eyes are red and swollen and he does his best to avoid any kind of eye contact as he plops down right next to you on the sofa, leaning into you like a grumpy kid in need of attention. Eijirou only sighs, eyes just as red as his partner’s but somehow, more put-together in general; he makes a beeline for All Meowth’s little castle in the corner and starts petting the usually grumpy animal like his life depends on it.

“The list is not the problem, Deku is. He will… not be the same when he comes back.”

“Can we not have this conversation right now? We just came back. I want to chill.” Katsuki retorts angrily. You can’t help but gawk at him for using such a rude tone but this is not your fight so you let them talk this out.

Eijirou ignores his rudeness and concentrates on you instead. Nevermind then.

“We should make some food for tomorrow. I think they’ll let him come home in the morning. Kenji said he’ll be in a wheelchair for the first two or three days because of his chest injury. It will sting like hell every time he moves. Let’s make sure there is enough space in the flat for him to move around, maybe we should move some things… can we sleep in your room, Y/N?” Eijirou does not sit down; he’s walking around aimlessly, his mind clearly in a frenzy.

“Eijirou, sit down…” you are just about to retort but Katsuki jumps into your words.

“I ain’t gonna cook. We can fucking order. I saw my best friend almost die on the…”

Katsuki can’t finish the sentence. Something snaps in Eijirou and it’s the scariest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. His face is hardened on the edges, his skin is red from anger, he looks downright manic as he starts to yell.

“Your best friend?! Really?! Oh, I’m so fucking sorry, princess, would you like a fucking cup of tea, you selfish little prick?! I was there too, you know! I was the one getting his broken body out of the rumble while you sat on the fucking floor doing nothing, yet you didn’t even ask how I’m feeling! He’s not just your best friend! He’s mine, too! I felt just as miserable as you, yet I tried to be there for you and you can’t even move your fucking ass to make Katsudon for him! I can’t even close my eyes without seeing his dead fucking eyes and his head lolling in my arms lifelessly, thank you fucking much for asking!” Eijirou takes a deep breath, his legs shaking so much he can’t help but fall down to the floor. “Doesn’t fucking matter. Let’s just sit around and be sorry for ourselves. That will fucking help.” He mumbles between two sobs.

“I’ll… make Katsudon.” You mutter, trying your best to leave the two alone as soon as you can because whatever this was about, you have nothing to do with this.

“Let’s make it together. I… I’ll get the original recipe from Auntie.” For your surprise, Katsuki looks… extremely embarrassed, like a kid caught in the middle of mischief. There are fresh tears in his eyes, his cheeks dusted red, but his voice is weirdly even, like he’s been slapped out of his stupor and now he’s back to his usual self but more relaxed, more pliant. He touches the top of Eijirou’s head in a silent apology as he sneaks past him, but doesn’t do anything else and he also ushers you into the kitchen, forcing you to leave the redhead alone. After a few minutes of silence you can hear him standing up from the floor. He starts rearranging the living room, his actions followed by quiet sniffles and murmurs.

“Is he…?”

“He’ll come around. He gets scary as hell when he’s angry. If I would have tried to talk to him he would’ve beaten me to a pulp. He rarely gets mad but when he does, you better run.” Katsuki mutters, still looking at his phone, probably memorizing the recipe written in the reply. “Let’s get this shit done then I’ll talk to him when we go to sleep.”

“Are you not mad at him for talking to you like that?” You look at the blond, completely stunned.

“Why would I? He was right. I was being extremely self-centered and ungrateful. He deserved better.”

“I’m glad you know that.” Suddenly, Eijirou appears in the door, leaning on the wall lazily that he didn’t just have a complete meltdown mere minutes ago.

“I’m not fifteen anymore, I know when I fuck up.” Katsuki grumbles back and instead of an answer, Eijirou just bumps his fist into the blond’s arm in a friendly gesture and goes back to rearranging the flat, leaving you two alone to finish the food preparations.

These two are certainly something else.

~•🥦•~

“You can come in now. I need to finish some of his paperwork but he’ll be able to leave in a few minutes.” Kenji smiles at the five of you sitting in the waiting room. Inko and All Might are also here. “I must warn you, he’s… not in the best mood. Please take everything he says with a pinch of salt.”

You pale completely from his words. You’ve seen Izuku in a lot of different moods but this one doesn’t sound like him at all. He can’t serious… right?

~•🥦•~

“Why is she here?”

Your stomach churns from the sight in front of you. Izuku’s almost completely covered from his neck to his hips with bandages, one arm in a sling while the other just lays motionless on the bed, his fists clenched weakly as he stares at Katsuki and ignores everyone else. His eyebrows are scrunched together, his gaze angry, almost maniacally so, mouth tightened into a thin line. It feels like Katsuki is the biggest traitor in the world even though he literally did nothing to deserve such a treatment.

There is real terror in your eyes when you realize you don’t know this man laying on the bed. His face and his behavior is the exact opposite of your beloved’s, brash and rude, almost insensitive.

“The fuck do you mean, why? She’s your girlfriend!”

“Yeah, and she’s quirkless and you just danced around the whole city with her when we have a villain group literally after our biggest weaknesses!” Izuku yells back, flabbergasted, completely ignoring you sniffling in the background. Eijirou puts his arm around you and pulls you closer and you can’t stop yourself from burying your face into his chest, completely heartbroken.

“Midoriya-shounen. Y/N is safe. These boys didn’t leave her side since the accident.” All Might speaks up in a calm tone. “Don’t talk to them like that. Would you be able to sit at home in this situation? I don’t think so.”

“I’m really done with everyone yelling at me. Fucking sorry I exist, honestly.”

“Katsuki…” Kirishima tries to warn him but Katsuki doesn’t back down.

“You can be an asshole and tell me off for bringing her here but here’s the fucking truth: the villains have no fucking reason to fuck around with any of us anymore as I’m quite sure they proved their point by making the number one hero incapacitated.” Katsuki sneers while Eijirou pulls you even closer, knowing how hard this situation must be for you.

“I’ll bring Y/N home. Right now.” The redhead gives Izuku a side eye. “Actually, I’ll just ask Auntie Inko to take her away for a while.”

“I’m more than happy to take her in.” Inko speaks up between two sobs, clearly disappointed in his son’s behavior, even though she can’t hide how worried she is for her boy.

“No!” Izuku finally snaps back to his old self, his eyes the size of saucers as he sees you moving towards Inko, completely heartbroken. “Please…”

“Let’s give these two a moment then.” Eijirou sighs. This is the second time in the last 24 hours when you are utterly shocked by Red Riot’s forever changing personality. It’s like he knows what works with who, like a chameleon changing his colors to blend into their surroundings. You can’t help but respect that about him. Clearly, Eijirou is the one that keeps their friend group together, who helps everyone out in need, who’s always by everyone’s side even if his efforts are not appreciated. He’s amazing, honestly.

When the group leaves the room, Izuku moves one of his fingers in a silent plead for you to come closer and needles to say, you shuffle closer without a single retort.

“Sweets, I… I’m not okay.” Izuku bursts out crying just as you put your hand over his broken one. Izuku tries to bury his face into your chest but seeing the pain in his eyes makes you realize he can’t even move towards you without being in utter agony, so with tears streaming down your face you sit closer and move towards him, even if the position is extremely uncomfortable for you.

“I know, love. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” You mumble, your fingers raking through his messy hair gently, in case there is an injury you don’t know about around the back of his head.

You feel miserable but also… weirdly happy. Izuku is clearly not okay, he’s hurt in more ways than it’s visible for the naked eye but he still wants you around, he doesn’t want you to leave and that means a world to you.

“I… want to be alone. But I also want you to be around. I know it’s selfish, but…”

“It’s okay.” You mumble before Izuku can finish his sentence. “Whatever you need, baby. We will get through this. I promise.”

“I love you so much, you don’t understand.” Izuku whispers. “I’m sorry - I know you hate to hear that but I need to say it anyway.”

“Say that to Katsuki, honeybun.” You sigh, your lips leaving tiny kisses on the top of Izuku’s head. “He got told off by Eijirou yesterday. It was downright cruel. Then you yelled at him today, again. He feels really bad about freezing completely while you got hurt. He feels like it’s his fault.”

“He froze?” Izuku tries to look up at you but he winces from the pain right away. You really want to help him and it’s extremely frustrating that there is nothing you can do.

“Yeah, he just collapsed on the floor, unable to move. Eijirou pulled you out of the rumbles alone and brought you both back to the safe zone. You don’t need to talk to him right now, but in the future… don’t forget to apologize, okay?”

“Okay.” Izuku sighs. “Go home with them, okay? I’ll ask mom to bring me home. I just… want to talk to All Might. He…”

You can’t help but smile.

“He told me in the waiting room. I know everything. Just rest, okay? See you at home.” You jump off the bed but Izuku pulls you back for a proper, deep kiss that tastes kind of stale but it’s still sweet nonetheless.

Life might not be easy for you two right now but there isn’t a single obstacle you two can’t overcome together. Love is silly like that. It makes you to be able to do things you wouldn’t be able to do alone. And if the amount of love you two feel towards each other is any indication, even this mess will eventually clear out and one day, maybe a bit later in the future, you’ll be able to see pro hero Deku again, confident and victorious as he looks down at the handcuffed villains by his foot. It’s going to be a long journey, but…

“Until you are by my side I know I can do anything.” Izuku mutters into your mouth before he finally lets you go.

… yeah, exactly that.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato Ramble:

- Okay, so the next chapter will also have some angst in it but it will be nothing compared to the main angst so it’s only up from here. Also, I don’t think there’s gonna be any more angst after Chapter 13 except one scene later in the future, but that will be a short one and much milder so I’m sorry guys for all the angst but I had this planned since the beginning and it’s important for the story. One more chapter and the fluff is back! I swear!

- Kenji means “to be in good health”. I wanted to give the guy a name that works for his quirk, in the good old Horikoshi way.

- I’ll probably write the Kenji’s list down for you guys but this chapter is already too long so it will be in the next chapter!

- Izuku’s wheelchair will be a high tech one; instead of spinning the wheels he can just use a little joystick to move around because he’s hands are obviously fucked. It can also go up and down to make it easier for him to go to bed for instance. One of its arms is also retractable so he can literally just flop out of it. Random info.

- I can’t wait to be done with these chapters. Honestly, they break my heart but I’m actually quite proud of them.

- Send me your thoughts, please! I also need the support! 😂💜

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Trans buggy is my lifeblood and I am SO HAPPY YOU LOVE HER TOO and I'm feral I'm shaking the bars of my cage FUCK I LOVE WOMEN

Like. Yes. Absolutely, Shanks and Buggy have little bits and pieces of ALL their parents, specifically Ray and Roger but No Adult Was Safe From Their Assimilated Found Family, Alright?

Shanks does this one movement when he's showing off and being SILLY about it that he picked up from Oden. Buggy uses chopsticks more easily than forks and spoons, which is mind boggling to those who know her and how clutzy she is.

Crocus was the KING of unexpected and frankly terrifying threats, something Buggy learned like a damned religion. Shanks got his penchant for Gay Uncle On Holiday clothes and patterns from him.

A lot of Shanks' attacks and swordplay was taught to him by Roger and Rayleigh, so his style is a mix of their own with a TWIST that's all him. Buggy wasn't as interested in swordsmanship, but she certainly isn't a novice at it. The forms and katas to her are meditative, and she can't really sit still for normal meditation ((AuDHD Buggy my beloved)) so THIS is her way of grounding. Her knife fighting is also derived from Ray's style, with quick, devasting blow that focus more on backlash damage, Haki and agility.

Buggy and Shanks both have Roger's grin, and when Rayleigh sees them, grown and side by side and beaming and greeting him so warmly, part of him breaks and heals and splinters and oozes love. He of course will not show weakness and instead teases them, as is his love language.

Also consider Cross Guild adopting the Seraphims. Stuff's normal at first until they give the kids some children's books. Cue "what is a dad? What is a mom?" questions. The adults answer them, and the kids simply nod before wandering off again.

Then, a few hours later, Buggy feels a tiny hand tug-tug at her pants. It's two little dark haired tykes, big saffron and violet eyes staring up at her. She blinks. "What's up, munchkins?"

"Mother, we want a snack and fathers are busy."

"Oh. Yeah, sure thing, sweeties, let me ju- WAITWHAT-?!"

Shanks is frothing, seething, crying in the window like a Victorian woman betrayed when he gets word that Buggy and the other two have "sons". He then proposes they have a baby too, to be fair.

Then the kids call him uncle or father twice removed and he is suddenly living his best life wdym he's gonna be the BEST uncle ever, hey kids wanna go harass people-?

Buggy is BEYOND flustered but she's also.... really flattered? Shanks wants a baby? With HER?? Like a real, whole ass baby. Wow. And she already has two sons! Maybe. Her little Birdie seems a tad unphased by the concept of gender anyway, so she won't push. She has two kids. And Shanks wants a third. Wow. Wow~ ♡

And then Crocodile has to go and ruin it by suggesting the kids stay with "auntie Al" for the weekend, while the guys see if they can get that baby idea rolling~

Buggy proceeds to blush so hard she's STEAMING and promptly faints.

I FUCKING LOVE WOMEN TOO!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMING THIS EVERYWHERE I GO!!!!!!!!!

Both of them having traits of all their parents and role models and keeping them with them forever,, When Rayleigh sees them again he's so fond of their little gestures and :(( He loves them so so much.

Also, the whole thing about Cross Guild adopting the Seraphims is just so so cute. And them calling Buggy 'mom'??????? Crying and sobbing, idk. Cute family that is not dysfunctional but pretty much not normal my beloved.

Honestly, Buggy as a mom just feels so right. But especially as an adoptive mom, you know? She just keeps seeing outcasts and understanding them so well and wanting to take care of them. Tbh, Shanks and Buggy should just,, Find a kid in a treasure chest and keep the baby.

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hi i’m not sure if your taking requests, but if you are can you do a logan walker x reader where the reader and logan were engaged before logan got taken by rorke, and when he gets saved he’s a completely different person and is closed off and even more quiet, but when one of rorkes members send a message to the ghosts team saying they want to take the reader now aswell, logan gets super protective and opens up to her about eveything that happened? if not totally ok!! thank you so much!!

A/N: I am and thank you for being my first tumblr request! I hope I’ve done you justice with this.

Warnings: Big angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of injuries and torture methods (if I missed anything please let me know)

Word Count: 4.4K

To Be Changed, Logan Walker x Reader

Your marriage was so happy and perfect, even though the world wasn’t. Despite the fear of your whole wedding being destroyed before you and Logan even put on the rings and said your vows, that didn’t stop either of you. If you were going to die, you might as well die tied to one another, surrounded by the people you treasure most. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. The wedding went without a hitch, ignoring the occasional pitches of anxiety that bubbled in everyone's stomachs. There was a beautiful mountain that overlooked a nearby beach, it felt like the clouds parted just for you two that day. The sun shone down on the white you and Logan wore. The red rose in his breast pocket, the artificial one you gave him when you went on your first date, was accentuated by the surrounding colors of blue water and green grass. 

Logan was usually fairly quiet, but that day when he said his vows, he spoke more than you did. He managed to avoid stuttering, though you could feel his hands shaking. You were so proud of him and each word from his lips warmed your heart. That alone let you know that this was the right decision, the only one. 

Before you cut the cake, he whispered to you, “I can’t find the words to describe how much stronger you make me feel.” You looked at him, confused and curious, before he continued. “I barely speak to my own family and brothers, maybe because I don’t need to… but you changed that. Now, I’m just droning on and on about whatever’s happening at the moment. Because of you. Hell, my mom barely heard me talk this much.” He wrapped his arms around you, cupping your hands that held the knife for the cake. “I bet she’s watching us now. She’d love you so much.” And with that, you both cut the first slice. 

A quote floated through your mind, “To be loved is to be changed.” and by God, did you change Logan.

That’s what made today so painful.

That’s why you sat on the floor in front of the front door to you and Logan’s home. That’s why David held you, holding the back of your head so you didn’t see him silently crying while you sobbed. You held Logan’s mask and dogtags close to your heart. Eventually, Keegan and Merrick had come out of the car they drove here. Keegan knelt down to rub your back, attempting to comfort you as best as he could. Merrick told you more than he, as a Captain, should tell any civilian. He’d made an exception for you. Seeing as he had a job to protect his best friend's children in the most dangerous job they could all have now, you joked that Logan and David were his adopted kids.

He never denied it. Because of that, you might as well have been his adopted kid, now in-law too. And as that in-law, it was his job to tell you that Logan was, for better or worse, not dead. You looked up at him with tears still falling. He explained what happened from the beginning. A man, a horrible man, named Rorke who was a former Ghost that the Federation destroyed and turned into something repulsive. David added that it was Rorke who had dragged Logan away on that beach. That fucking beach. He explained how it was his own fault for not doing more, for not saving him despite his injuries that, even now, two weeks after, he was still healing from.

You almost slapped him. You wanted to slap Merrick too. You were heartbroken and afraid and every negative emotion you could possibly feel nearly boiled over. You sat on the couch, the men around you as they tried to help you breathe. When you calmed down enough to speak coherently, you asked a simple question:

“Will we ever see him again? Alive?”

Merrick answered, as hopeful as he could be.

“We’ll do everything we can to make sure we will.”

That’s all you could really ask for. David moved and carefully dug into his front pocket before he pulled out his hand and offered something small and shiny. It was Logan’s ring. Both of your rings were made of titanium for its durability, Logan was worried about scratching or otherwise damaging it, so he chose titanium. Strong and durable. You had told him it reminded you of his personality, how he just kept going under all circumstances. You would’ve started crying again if this alone hadn’t already exhausted you. As much as you wanted to hold all of Logan’s things to try to feel like he was with you, you handed his mask and dog tags to Hesh. You knew where the mask came from. Who originally wore it.

“I think they’d want you to hold these.��� you said, quiet as ever. David knew you weren’t just talking about Logan, but their father, Elias the “Scarecrow”, as well. He grabbed the mask and tags, putting the tags on and clutching the mask like a lifeline. As everyone stood up and walked to the door, you hugged David and whispered to him, your voice still shaking.

“It’s not your fault. I know he doesn’t blame you. I don’t either.”

“Thank you,” He paused, “I’ll do everything in my power to bring him back to you.”

You hugged Merrick and Keegan before they walked back to the car.

“Be safe!” You called out. A useless but well-intentioned farewell to the soldiers. They waved back before pulling out of the driveway, leaving you alone.

That night, you took Logan’s ring and put the chain of your favorite necklace, one he had given you before your marriage, through the ring and laid it around your neck. You cried, holding his cold pillow and wearing an old hoodie you’d stolen from his closet while he was gone. Your body ached with every sob.

Three months later, you began cleaning the house before the depression that kept you in your room most of the time got too bad. It helped a little, going through every nook and cranny. You even went into the attic. Any time either of you traversed into the usually dark storage, it would end with you holding the giant vacuum, claiming you saw a spider the size of your head while Logan chuckled. After a bit, he’d go up with a flashlight only to find some critter that got stuck up there because of a hole. Once he’d patched up the hole and cleaned out as much as he could, it all felt more comfortable.

As you looked through old boxes, you found pictures. The oldest going back to when you both first met. It was a charity for veterans in your old town where Logan, David and Elias were stationed. There were games you and your friends played, competing. At one point, Elias jokingly joined in which pulled David and, naturally, Logan. As the night went on, you and Logan got closer. He barely spoke but his chuckles at your comments were enough for you.

“I was so close to winning! You gotta give me credit for that!” You argued, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. You turned to see Logan looking at you, his brow raised and smirking.

“How? You’re 25 points behind me.” He remarked.

“I would’ve won if… if I had been playing with someone other than you!”

“Like who?”

“One of my friends, probably Ash!”

“You have 10 points.” Each time the tiny basketballs went in the hoop, it was 5 points. 

“Yes and I would be 10 points ahead of them which means I would win!” He practically wheezed at that as you giggled. You looked  over to see David and Elias staring at the both of you, wide smiles plastered on their faces.

You kept looking through the box. Finding photos from the day you met Keegan and Merrick, then the day you visited Mrs. Walker’s grave for the first time. You stared at that picture of Logan and David sitting together in front of the stone. It was so peaceful.

You held the photo to your chest and thought of Logan. You whispered to yourself, “Please, please protect him. Keep all of them safe. I just want them to be happy… Elias and Diane, please watch over all of them.”.

Another three months later, you hadn’t heard from David, Keegan, Merrick or any other military personnel. It had been a total of eleven months since you last saw your husband. You were Logan’s emergency contact and many people aside from the Ghosts knew you, so if something happened then someone would contact you. This should be comforting. No one calling you means no one’s dead, right? Nothing bad. So why were you so anxious? You couldn’t reach anyone so maybe something did happen and-

Your phone rang. It was David. You answered immediately.

“David? What happened? Where have you been?”

“Come outside, I have to show you something.”

It’d been a long time since you ran that fast. David sat in his truck, as you ran over to the passenger side, he leaned to open the door from his seat. As soon as your door closed and you buckled in, he began driving.

“David, what’s going on?”

He inhaled through his nose, you noticed how hard he was gripping the wheel and that he was going a bit fast. He was a careful driver normally. If he was amongst civilians, he was calm and never dared going above the speed limit in case there was a child or a dog or pedestrian walking when and where they shouldn’t be. This drive, however, was different. Something happened.

“We got him.” He looked at you, your eyes wide as they slowly filled with tears. “He’s back.”

“W-when did he get back?” You stuttered.

“Almost two weeks ago-” You opened your mouth to speak but David put his hand up. You waited. “Knowing Rorke and his history, we kept Logan on base to heal some and do some mental evaluations.”

“David…”

“I need to warn you right now, he’s not gonna be the same man you knew before all this shit happened. He’s gonna have a lot of recovering to do.”

David went on to explain Rorke and what the Federation did to him. You were quiet.

“Did he do all of that to Logan?”

“We aren’t sure. We just know that whatever it was wasn’t good. He’s clear to come home today if both of you are ready, but I just needed to tell you.” Good thing the house was clean.

“Thank you, David. I know this has probably been harder on you than anyone.” David tried to laugh.

“I mean it’s my job-” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“You know what I mean. Thank you. Seriously.” He exhaled slowly, he seemed to relax a little.

“You’re welcome.”

“You can come by whenever you like if Logan comes back. Maybe just give me a warning, ok?”

“I will. I promise.”

David parked the truck after you checked in at the front gate. Your heart beat rapidly despite the slow walk through the base. You recognized some of the men and gave a half-hearted wave when they greeted you. You could already tell. They knew why you were here.

You walked into the base hospital. David took you down numerous hallways you knew there was a chance you’d see one day but never expected, never wanted to walk down. But this was for Logan. David opened the door to the room you stood in front of.

You couldn’t tell if your heart was breaking or if you were having a heart attack or what…

There he was, sitting against the bed he must’ve been in since returning, looking at you.

Logan was in a hospital gown, his arms and legs below the knee exposed. The skin was covered in jagged scars and stitches that were still such a dark and aggressive red. Along with that were numerous bruises, a painful variety of purples, yellows, and green in some spots. His right arm in a cast and sling. On his other hand, his ring and finger are wrapped, probably broken or dislocated. You notice how his left shoulder and upper arm seem to be wrapped with gauze. You don’t want to imagine what injuries he must have that you can’t see.

His face. His handsome face. He looks so tired. Logan turned towards you and tried to limp over, using the bed for stability. You rushed forward instinctually. Once he was close enough, he slowly wrapped his unbroken arm around your back. You looked at him. He had dark circles under his eyes, faded bruising on his left cheekbone, two intersected scars ran across his face. One started between his eyebrows to his cheek. The second from the middle of his chin, across his lips until it passed the other scar on that same cheek. His skin was cool and pale, unlike the warm complexion he had prior to the kidnapping. 

You ended up staying for about two hours before you got a list of medications from doctors, some extra gauze wraps and a pamphlet detailing how to handle a deep second degree burn at home. That was why his shoulder and arm were wrapped. You said goodbye to David, Keegan and Merrick soon after.

The first few weeks, Logan mostly stayed in bed. Every day you checked his injuries, the stitches and the burn, to make sure there was no infection and they were healing properly. By the fourth week or so, the burn had healed, leaving behind a large patch of discolored skin. At nearly the sixth week, his cast was removed. His arm and fingers had healed well and correctly. David had told you that when Logan was taken, his arm was broken. When he was found, his arm had healed incorrectly as a result of improper care, assuming any care was given, so the doctors had to re-break it before putting it in the cast. 

After the seventh week, Logan was able to walk around without limping. However, he mostly just stayed in your room. Sometimes, you’d spend the day in the living room in hopes it would coax him out. It didn’t work. You cooked his favorite meals but he would usually bring the food back to the room. When it was time for bed, you essentially snuck around the room to avoid scaring him in case he was sleeping. You were pretty sure he wasn’t sleeping, at least not as much as he should’ve been. It remained this way for a few more weeks.

A month and a half into Logan being back home and he’d uttered a scarce amount of words. “Okay”, “alright”, “yes”, “no” and whatever else kept his sentences short. He barely talked to you anymore. Of course, you kept David updated as often as possible. You felt like he just wasn’t there. Now, he was more of a ghost than ever.

Two months in and he started going to the base again. For what? You don’t know. You had asked where he was going, dressed in his “soldier getup” as you called it.

“I’m going to work. Can’t be late. I’ll be back later.” He’d stated hastily before heading out. This continued on for another two weeks until you decided to talk to him before he left.

“Logan, honey, can we talk?”

“Um… sure, but I have to leave before 9.” He was trying to rush again.

“I wanted to ask about that actually…” He looked at you, mostly expressionless. “You were just gone for almost, what, six months? Why are they having you back at work when you might as well have just finished actually healing?”

“I… There’s still work to be done.” he stuttered. You cocked your head. You turned to him from your position on the couch.

“What work?” you asked slowly and quietly. You knew he wasn’t lying. You didn’t want him to think you thought he was lying. You wanted to keep the conversation calm so he wasn’t overwhelmed.

“It’s a lot. I don’t think- right now isn’t the right time.” he began to turn.

“We can talk later if that’s better, but I just want to know. I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t need to worry, I just need to do some things.” His voice carried no emotion. He was almost at the door when you stood suddenly.

“Logan, I just want to understand!” Logan stopped in his tracks. You stared at his back. “I want to just talk, please… I know your job is important and I don’t want to get in the way with complaining…” Your voice cracked. You wrapped your arms around yourself. Logan was here, in the same house as you. You stared at him but you felt lonelier than ever. “You’re so far away, Logan… and… and I know there was so much that happened and we didn’t know if we’d ever see each other again, but we’re together now!” You walked closer to him. He heard your steps but he stayed still. “We don’t have to act like nothing happened. We couldn’t if we wanted to, I know that… but please talk to me again. I married you because I love you. I married you and everything that came with you. I said those vows and ‘in sickness and in health’ because even when you’re hurting, I’ll be there. I’m here right now! But I need you to let me be there. I need you to stop hiding yourself away from me. I want to know you again, Logan.” Your breathing had picked up as tears welled up in your eyes.

Time just stopped. You turned and sat back on the couch facing away from him. You quietly wept into your hands as everything just seemed to spill over. You had reached your boiling point. You didn’t hear the footsteps coming to you until you opened your eyes and noticed the giant boots that faced your much smaller feet. A large pair of hands slowly removed your hands from your face, one tilted your head up.

You saw Logan’s beautiful eyes, a sort of hazel that seemed gold in the light. He slowly knelt down in front of you and hugged you. Not like the barely there hug he mustered at the hospital when he couldn’t even walk on his own. He pulled you tight against him and you immediately curled around him as you sobbed. He let you. Logan pulled back after a moment and held your face. He wiped your tears with his thumbs. 

“I love you too… more than anything.” He stared into your reddening, tear-filled eyes for a moment before sighing as he sat next to you. You held his hand, his thumb stroked your knuckles as he thought about his next words. “A couple days ago,” he started, “something happened. I can’t tell you what yet but it was cause for concern. Especially with Ghost team.” He paused and looked at you, directly into you. “I want to tell you everything, but it’s going to be a lot to process and it’ll probably be scary. I don’t want you to deal with this, with all the problems coming to us because of Rorke but you’re right to want to know what’s happening and you deserve to know.” You looked at the time, 8:55 A.M. You stood, Logan followed, still holding your hand. He pressed your hand against his chest and over his heart.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too. I’ll talk to Merrick today and I’ll try to get home as early as I can. We can talk about everything while we make dinner.”

“Together?”

“Together. I’ll call you if anything comes up and if you need me to, I can get groceries, ok?” You nodded. This is all you asked for. You hugged Logan tightly as he wrapped himself around you. You walked him to the door where he kissed you goodbye, on the lips. It felt like it had been forever since you’d done that. You stopped him before he moved. He almost retorted when you pulled off the necklace you still had on. He stared at the ring hanging from it. You took the ring off and put it back on his hand. He stared at it for a moment and smiled. A tired little smile that took so much weight off of you. Logan grabbed the necklace and took the time to put it back around your neck before he kissed you again.

“Thank you.” He whispered, still smiling. You smiled back as he walked to the car, waving when he began to drive. It had only been 10 minutes at most but those 10 minutes were so freeing. The rest of the morning you spent outside, reading and occasionally texting your friends when they checked in. The sun warmed your skin and the air was so fresh. You went back inside around 3 P.M when Logan called you:

Logan: “I can come back home around 6 tonight.”

You: “Sounds good, any ideas for dinner?”

Logan: “I could really go for lasagna.”

You: “Can you stop at the store on your way back? I have a list!”

Logan: “Yeah, just send it to me.”

With that, you texted everything you needed before moving to clean up the kitchen and free up space.

Later that night, Logan returned with everything you asked for plus a tub of ice cream. Your favorite flavor. You got to cooking, boiling the sheets and preparing the sauce while the oven preheated. You cooked together, like old times. It had been so long. Music quietly played as you both took turns tasting everything. A little extra salt and paprika here, with some pepper too. You laid down the floppy lasagna sheets while Logan poured the sauce over top then you both spread your favorite cheeses before adding more sheets and so on. While the lasagna was in the oven, you sat on the couch together. Logan held you in his arms as you stroked the hair on the back of his neck. After savoring the peace of the moment, Logan started talking.

When he was kidnapped, Rorke had put him through the same trials he himself had experienced. Being force fed poisoned food was the start until Rorke seemed to grow bored and eventually forced him to eat the plants the poison had been extracted from. Logan told you everything. All the grim details. At some points, you actually felt nauseous just hearing the horrors. When he was almost done talking about what he was forced to endure, you just held him and continued to encourage him to talk. He held you tight as he explained. The beatings he was put through. The way his arm healed wrong and he could hardly use it without feeling pain.

Then he looked at you. You felt so fragile with the way he looked at you with his tired eyes. He spoke again.

“Rorke knows about you.”

You never met this man in your life, never saw pictures. But he was like a boogeyman. He could appear from under your bed at any moment. 

“His soldiers… left us a message… Threatening to take me again. They said this time they’d take you too.”

That’s why he was going back to base. To work with his brother and everyone to make sure nothing happened. You didn’t live far from the base but they were thinking about bringing you on post to be cautious. That’s why Logan went back to work so soon. To protect you. That’s why he was telling you all of this now, to further protect you.

You were scared. Hearing about something like this happening was one thing, but knowing the man who stole your husband and almost broke him from the inside out was completely different. Especially when you knew that he wanted you too. Oh god. Logan held you and told you that the two of you could always move on base where you’d be protected and closer to him. You’d be amongst him and the other soldiers and Riley, Hesh’s dog. They wouldn’t let anything happen. And so you agreed. That night you just focused on being together, holding one another and eating your delicious lasagna as you reminisced together. 

Over the course of the next week, you brought as many of your necessities over to base where you and Logan continued living together. You met some friends of his and their partners, gaining your own group of friends not long after moving. Some had even assisted in bringing more of your things over when Logan had to work.

Later down the line, the Ghost team flew out. You weren’t told anything about what the mission entailed, but when Logan came to you, mask on, and put his ring in your hand before kissing you goodbye, you had an idea.

“I will make sure no one, not a single person touches you. Not a single damn person. I will keep it that way. I promise.” He whispered, voice more stern than ever. 

Your friends on base were all a wonderful support system during the next week they were gone for. You weren’t able to reach out again but you believed in them. You took care of Riley, who’d grown to love you.

When the week was done, they came back and Logan had made a beeline for you. You were reading, his ring back on your necklace when the door opened and your husband walked in, covered in dirt and other unidentifiable muck and alive. You rushed to jump into his arms and kiss him, ignoring the weird taste of said dirt in your mouth. You gave his ring back, ignoring the dirt that was on his hands too. While you held him, he whispered in your ear, “It’s all over now. We can go home.”.

So you did. David, Keegan and Merrick were kind enough to assist with moving your things back over and checking your house for anything that wasn’t meant to be there, anything that indicated a break in. Shit, they’d even checked the vents too. When that was all done, you made lasagna for them and spent the evening laughing together and savoring the peace that had finally come over the world again. Later, you and Logan laid in bed together, happy as ever and whispered sweet words to each other. Both of you could finally get some rest.

The end, thank you for reading! I will also post this on my ao3 @ RiversSong82

[josiesullysblog]

~Neteyam x Na’vi Reader

~Fluff

~Proofread-no

~Summary-Enola, is Eywa’s daughter who is Neteyam’s, fated mate.

Neytiri remembers meeting you like it was yesterday. She had been watching Lo’ak and Neteyam playing and looked away to see what Kiri was showing her when she heard your giggles. She watched as Neteyam and Lo’ak chased and played with you as if you knew each other your whole life.

“You can't get me!” she watched you run towards her and hide behind her legs. “Kiri come look at this!” Lo’ak pulled the younger girls' attention, but Neteyam’s stayed on you. You started playing with the older woman’s tail completely forgetting about the game prior.

“Where is your mother little one?” she asked smiling at you, picking you up. You giggled as you reached for her braids, “she's right here!” you looked at Neteyam who was standing at his mother's feet, trying to get her to pick him up as well.

Neytiri looked around but saw no one, “I don't see her,” she questioned you while placing you down. Jake walked up behind her kissing her cheek, “who's this little girl?” you flashed him a smile before running off with Neteyam.

“She just started playing with Neteyam and Lo’ak, I asked her where her mother is, and she said she was here,” They watched as Neteyam refused to leave you alone waddling behind you. “Well, Neteyam seems to like her.” they laughed at the joke sitting down and watching you all play.

“Alright time to head back!” Jake screamed, he watched Lo’ak and Kiri come to their sides quickly while Neteyam didn't move at all. “Neteyam come quick!” Neytiri motioned him to come, but loud sobs were heard.

“I don't wanna leave my friend!” he held your hand tight crying as if he was hurt. The tears confused Neytiri as Neteyam isn't one to cry, “Neteyam I'm sure her mother is worried about her, how about we bring her home?”

The tears subsided to sniffles before he nodded, “where is your home honey?” Jake asked picking you up. “I don’t have one,” you said yawning placing your head on his chest.

That night you ended up staying with the Sullys. They had assumed you must be been left and your words were nothing but babble. But you didn't lie, Eywa was your mother. She made you, with love, and named you Enola. She raised you alone in the woods as a baby till she deemed you ready to see the tribe.

She had mated you with Neteyam at a young age, which means you both were meant to be. It was aligned in the stars that you two would get together, no matter what.

You obviously, were different from other children. You healed much quicker than a normal child and never cried unless you were separated from Neteyam. Jake remembered this moment very clearly.

Jake was watching you and Lo’ak play around, often Lo’ak played too rough which he would be reminded that. This time Lo’ak pushed you hard onto the floor scraping your knees. Jake quickly came to your aid yet you didn't cry. He watched you race Lo’ak back to get help, and by the time you got there, there was no evidence of you falling.

As you grew up, people bullied you since you were different. Neteyam never let it slide often getting into fights, but he didn't care. He was in love with you. From the moment he met you, he loved everything about you. Your close relationship with nature and how you took extra care of his siblings with him.

You had assumed everyone knew where you came from. You had spent six years by yourself, which made you enjoy being by yourself but you liked having Neteyam there.

No one ever really questioned you, so you never said anything really, Tuk was the first to even ask. “Enola, do you remember your parents?” you nodded quickly to the question making everyone stop to look at you, “I don't have a dad, but my mom is still here!” you said looking at the necklace you were trying to make. “Where is your mom?” Tuk questioned next, “she's right here,” Neytiri got up walking towards you. “Honey, you always say this what do you mean?” you smiled big, “Eywa is my mother! She made me for Neteyam,” this made Neytiri look at you funny, but a powerful wind came in and she watched as you immediately stop and feel the wind. At that exact moment, everything became clear to her. Your showing up wasn't random, it was fate. She watched as you felt the wind and let it pick your hair up, “my mother speaks to me through the wind, I am her creation, her daughter.” Tuk laughed as the wind played with her hair, Neytiri smiled and brought you into a hug, everything was clear now.

Kiri and you had a special bond. You both felt each other, she was the first person you told about being Eywa’s daughter. Being Neteyam’s fated mate. Neytiri and Jake accepted you off the bat and so did Lo’ak and Tuk. You and Neteyam had gone on a walk talking about random things when you said randomly, “when we are fully mated, I want to have a ceremony like the one Jake talks about, the one on the star he is from.”

Neteyam stopped walking altogether, “fully mated?” you turned to look at him nodding, “did you not know? We are fated, that's why we have a pull to each other. Or at least I feel a pull-,” you rambled on like you normally do. Neteyam quickly shut you off with a kiss, “you are perfect Enola,” he kissed you again this time you returned the kiss. It was slow and full of passion like you knew it be.

You broke the kiss by placing his hand on your heart, “I see you, Neteyam,” you looked into his eyes with love, “I've always seen you.” The feeling that Neteyam felt filled him with joy, “I see you, Enola I've always have. The moment I met you, I was in love with you.”

You two walked home hand in hand, like normal, but this time something was different your souls finally connected.

***

HEYYY!! I was able to post, but only cus I started this one yesterday. I don't like the ending that much so I'll probably end up changing it sometime this week. But other than that hope you enjoy!! Love you all!!!

[mywritingonlyfans]

ik i already sent in an ask but i got my period earlier today and i am in So Much Pain and on top of that i feel like i'm also getting sick and all i want is alex to rub my back and play with my hair while we watch netflix and eat tomato soup ☹️ imagine he's not that good at cooking but he wants to care for you and bc homemade is always better than store-bought, he does his best to make the soup himself and is overall very affectionate like forehead kisses, neck kisses, telling you how much he loves you, when you get up to get sth to drink he immediately rushes you to lay back down bc he knows you get dizzy on your period (or at least i do 💀) and gets it for you, and a hot water bottle as well... i'm sobbing

god the tomato soup is truly a thing, i can picture messy Alex calling his mom to get some info about how to get a great soup to cherish you because you need to 🥹

so, well, i'm in my period to and it's killing me and you're also putting me into writing mood with the asks so, i did a comfy something, hope you enjoy...

...

You weren't used to this kind of behavior, in all demonstrations of affection honestly, towards you. However, you tried and Alex was understanding about it; that reason made you love him, and many other reasons, of course.

"I just need some pills and lie down, it's not the end of the world," you forced a smile, making Alex frown and scratch the spot knowing you were being stubborn in pretending to be okay.

"Okay, love," ignoring what was said by you, he held your waist forcing you, albeit gently, to the sofa. You were grateful in a way, your feet couldn't support you anymore, not even your uterus, much less your head and just starting to think about the nausea for having gone so long without taking the medicine in the hope that the pain wouldn't intensify made you want to vomit. "Just stay 'ere and I'll be back in a few." His hands groped your belly as you lay down, soon his lips touched your temple, forehead, nose and then lips. Even though your face lacked color, as well as your features were still pained, he was relieved to draw a light sigh from you.

---

You were contorted in your own body wrapped in a measly coat that Alex had left on the coffee table, your social work pants were undone, as well as the few buttons of your shirt and your hand failed to remain still on your belly; you were a proper mess. Alex left the things he had collected around the house in order to help you on the table, and in a lack of words, with your serene eyes watching him, he helped you get rid of the clothes, carefully undressing you as if you were the most valuable thing in the world and through his touches you could feel that for him you truly were. He removed his sweatshirt, showing himself in a white t-shirt that left his arms beautifully exposed and helped you get you dressed in it. Soon, your body was invaded by his scent, comforting your being in his warmth and you almost believed you were healed.

"Why're ya lookin' at me like that?" His cheeks were flushed and he held back a goofy smile.

"Like what?" You asked, following his eyes that didn't leave you as much as he wanted to, amidst the blushing face to make sure you had really taken the medicine; it was a short time together, but enough for him to realize that that wasn't your cup. And yes, you knew what he was talking about.

"With that bright eyes of yours like you're studyin' me, darlin' " He took the glass of water from your hands, handing you a warm bag.

"Like I'm in love with ya, Al?" You wrinkled your nose in a weak smile, lying down again but now with the warmth in your belly making you close your eyes slightly. Alex then sat at your feet, smoothing your legs in his lap while looking at you all goofily. " 'Cause I am," you gasped, not expecting to feel his lips touching your thigh, which made you chuckle. It was delicious to see him with the corners of his eyes wrinkled and his serene face, as if that was a part of him that only you could access since in most of the band's photos he was nothing but serious. "I like to memorize your features so that when you're away I can revisit them in my head and play them on repeat." A comfortable silence settled between the two of you and it was always disconcerting to you how you managed to render someone like Alex Turner speechless.

"Thank you, Al. I appreciate how you take care of me."

"No need, it's not like an obligation. I need to see you well." He bit his lip, face lighting up to see that you were getting better from the pain.

He kept quiet, stroking your legs, not wanting to invade your space, as much as he wanted to, respecting that maybe you weren't in the mood for so much physical affection.

His brown curls were splayed across his forehead, his strong arms yet irresistibly inviting, and the touches on your thigh made you want him even closer.

"Al, I want you to cuddle me," he chuckled at your pout. His eyes were so lovely and calm before you, he held no doubt that he loved you just as much.

Without hesitation, he positioned himself beside you on the not-too-large sofa, taking the warm bag in his hand before snuggling you against him so he could slide it under the sweatshirt and soothe your pain. Your eyes closed, feeling even better trapped tightly in his arms, feeling his warm breath warm your neck after placing a few kisses there and being able to feel at home as he buried his nose into your skin. He soon wouldn't feel comfortable in that position, however, as long as you were comfortable and well, he didn't care.

"I love ya, babe," he declared squeezing you tighter.

"Good, 'cause I love you more," laughing, he soon contested.

" 'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible, little one." And you let him believe so.

[thekissofaphrodite]

HIII ^—^ !! good morning/afternoon/evening to you I hope you're doing alright and well today! So I came across your Luke Castellan FF and... 👀 IT WAS SO GOOD! and it got me thinking maybe you could do a Nico Di Angelo fic? wherein theres a lot of fluff & angst-comfort (maybe some kissing on the side), I would really appreciate it if you did!

That's all and Have a great day &new year !! 🎆

- 🍵

OMGOMG I LOVE THIS!!

Midnight Rain

Nico Di Angelo X Male!Solace!Reader

Summary: Comforting Nico after his terrible Flashbacks..

Warnings: Kissing, Death, and cursing :P (Remind me if I missed one!)

Author's Note: I haven't read the books!! so please forgive me if I made a mistake!!

He remembered it perfectly.

He doesn't know why or how, Maybe the Gods wanted to punish him, But he hasn't done anything wrong.

It was a rainy night in Italy, His older sister, Bianca, was with their father, Hades, Currently ranting about a porcelain doll she saw on a window shop they passed earlier, His dad smiled and just listened to his sister, His mother, Maria was in the vanity, Fixing her beautiful black hair that was already sprayed with hair products. Then, there was a loud thunderstorm, It made Bianca flinch, which caused her to scream in fear and hug her dad.

Maria just chuckled and peaked at the Father and Daughter.

"I'm thanking the Fates that thunder and lightning never became your domains, or else," joked his mother, Her thick Italian accent echoing. His sister, Bianca, then frowned jokingly, She seemed offended, and Bianca huffed and wrapped her arms around her father's neck.

It all then happened so fast, a happy family once...Broken by a tragedy.

Hades saw it first, in a distance, someone holding a thunderbolt aiming at them..His family.

Hades tried, he really did. He grabbed Bianca and Nico, shielding them from the upcoming blow, but then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw maria, Until it was too late.

A powerful thunderbolt was shot in the hotel they were staying, a loud explosion making them all cry, Biana and Nico held onto their father for dear life, until there was a loud thud.

A body dropping.

As if tho the Fates chose for him to live miserably, He saw a pool of blood near the broken pillars, and sure enough, there was maria, Ever so beautiful, She was dead, But her beautiful face said otherwise, It all seems like she was sleeping peacefully, then Hades screaming, Horrified —

Nico shot up from his nightmare, Sweat trickling down his neck as he panted. You felt a body jolting beside you, and there was nico, panting heavily.

You got up and rubbed your eyes, checking the clock.

2:45 am

Nico looked at you with his eyes softening, but his expression still horrified.

"What's wrong?" You asked, Your palms caressing his pale cheeks.

"Nothing" His raspy voice replied.

But you knew something was wrong.

Being the son of Apollo, You were blessed with healing, but you sucked at archery.

Immediately sensing a nightmare, you kissed him, your soft lips touching his chapped, cold one's.

You can taste the saltiness of his tears running down his cheeks, but you couldn't care less.

After pulling away, he laid his head on your chest, The peaceful silence engulfing you two.

Then he spoke, as he started sobbing again.

"I can't unsee it— I swear, It kept replaying over and over again, I can see my mom's dead body—" Nico sobbed, His sobs muffled by your yellow shirt.

"Let it hurt, nico. Then let it go" You whispered as he sobbed harder.

"I can't accept that they're gone, Forever" He said as his dark eyes looked up at yours.

"I spent my nights wondering if they're missing me as much as I'm them"

"They're proud of you nico, Every single thing that you've done was for their honour and glory" Those words made him smile a little bit, Your heart softened, As he kissed you again.

As nico dozed off, you caresses his pale cheeks, once stained with tears coming from his painful eyes.

"I love you, I love you until the very last star in the sky burns into oblivion"

A/N: THIS WAS REQUESTED!! HOW DID I DO?? I REALLY WANNA BRING UP THAT ANGST HEHEHE

[melishade]

Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Reunions

Main Story

Catching Up

Catching Up Part 2

Released from Quarantine

People are reunited with loved ones.

Colt and Gabi were led to a new room by Nurse Darby, who they later learned to be Jack's mom. They were all wearing face masks that she had described as protection against unseen viruses. When she opened the door, both gasped to see Falco resting peacefully on a hospital bed. There were tubes in his nose to help him breathe, a heart monitor tracking his heart rate, and a needle in his arm connected to an IV.

"Falco!" Colt cried out as he ran over to his brother. He hugged him close, letting the tears fall down his face and hit his brother's cheeks.

"Will he wake up?" Gabi asked June.

"It's hard to say," June confessed, "He's been in a coma with no medical treatment. We're monitoring his condition as best as we can, and we're hoping that it'll be enough."

"...I did this," Gabi mumbled to herself.

"No. This isn't your fault." June kneeled down and placed her hands on Gabi's shoulders.

"But it's true." Gabi felt tears sting her eyes, "I-!....I stormed Wheeljack's ship in rage and Falco begged him not to go. He followed me as I tried to kill people onboard. And the bullet ricochet and hit him." Gabi covered her eyes as the tears began to fall. "I might as well have killed him, and the last thing he'll remember is that I told him he was a bad friend."

June genuinely didn't know what to say to that. How could she? A child was confessing to all of these things? How was she supposed to comfort that? June took a deep breath and centered herself.

"Listen, Gabi," June began, "Right now...don't focus on that. Focus on doing what you can for Falco and Colt, okay?"

Gabi nodded solemnly as she wiped her tears.

"Why don't I get you guys from fresh face masks and some hot cocoa?" June suggested as she stood up, "You can stay here as long as you want. We'll be sure to bring you food. Okay?"

"Okay," Gabi mumbled. June then stood up and pushed Gabi forward so that she could be with the two brothers. June then exited the room and shut the door behind her before leaning against it. She let out a long exhale, rubbing her eyes with her hands before recollecting herself and walking away from the room. Her focus was healing the sick. That's what she needed to focus on right now.

===

"They're in here." Fowler opened the door for Willy, and Willy's heart stopped at the sight of his wife and children sitting and eating in a room together. They were wearing clothing so vastly different from their own world. They looked nothing like royalty. They looked like civilians.

Willy saw his wife, Victoria, turn her head and gasp at the gasp of Willy standing at the door. She stood up, and Willy couldn't help but think that it was weird to see her wife in pants.

"Willy!" Victoria started to cry.

"Daddy!" his children cried out with joy and relief as they ran up to him and clung to his legs. Willy couldn't help but fall to his knees and hold them all close to his chest.

"Dad!" Fine cried out as she hugged him so tight, "Dad, you're alive!"

"Yes, I'm alive!" Willy sobbed, "I'm here!"

Victoria finally kneeled down and grabbed Willy's face before kissing him dead on the lips. Willy reciprocated in kind before releasing his wife and wiping away her tears.

"I thought I'd lose you," Victoria confessed.

"I'm here, and I'm never going away again," Willy swore, "I promise."

Fowler smiled slightly as the family was finally reunited before he shut the door to give them some privacy. He turned his attention to Kenshin, who merely crossed his arms and stared down at the floor with bitterness.

"You alright?" Fowler asked.

"...I'm bitter," Kenshin confessed.

Fowler placed a hand on Kenshin's shoulders in comfort. "It'll be okay, son."

Kenshin shook his head. "It's never going to be okay."

====

Erwin watched with apprehension at the mess that was Hanji's new quarantine area. Papers were strung all over the walls by magnets, strings, and tape. Torn paper was scattered all over the floor. The table they were given was such a mess, stained with pen smudges and food. But Hanji didn't even notice him as they were deep in thought and pacing around the room.

"And they've been at this for how long?" Erwin asked General Bryce.

"They haven't slept in a few days. Maybe a week," Bryce explained, "That shouldn't be physically possible; it's going to be detrimental to their health. Despite the fact that we've been getting good information from them, we need them alive to actually depict the madness on the wall right now."

Erwin stared at the cluttered wall as a realization dawned on him. "This isn't madness. It's grief."

"What?" Bryce was confused as Erwin stepped forward and knocked on the glass with his flesh hand. Hanji raised their head and gasped with excitement.

"Erwin!" Hanji's body slammed against the glass directly in front of Erwin, "It's good to see you in the flesh! God, I have so much I want to talk about! This place is so advanced!" Hanji started cackling, but Erwin kept calm and pressed his palm against the glass.

"I'm sure there's a lot you want to talk about," Erwin began, "But I think it'd be better for you to rest."

"Nope!" Hanji pushed themselves away from the wall, "I have too much to decipher and reprogram! I have to draw up the blueprints! This is no doubt the consequences of me not asking my questions to him, but that's okay! The fun of science is the discovery!"

"Hanji, you've been awake for a while now," Erwin reminded, "That's not good for you."

"Nothing is ever truly good for you!" Hanji retorted, but Erwin noticed they were now trying to force a smile.

"You need a break," Erwin declared, "You need to actually sleep before you come back to this."

"No thank you!" Hanji snatched the taser from the table, "I want to show you how this works instead!"

"Hanji, you're not being productive," Erwin proclaimed before looking down at the tattered sheets of paper on the floor, "You're out of control, and your writing becomes messier when you can't process your thoughts."

"You don't know that! I mean you haven't been commander for the past four years, and the military is effectively dismantled! You can't order me at all!" Hanji snapped at him.

"I'm telling you as a friend," Erwin declared, "I don't want to see you collapse and end up in the hospital again...and neither does Levi. Not when he walks up."

Hanji turned away from Erwin and rubbed their arm. "...That's a low blow, even for you."

"I know," Erwin agreed, "But we're already experiencing enough chaos right now, and I need you in top shape to help deal with it."

"...Erwin, I don't want to stop," Hanji confessed, "I'm afraid to shut my eyes and this is all a dream. That...I'm back there...or I'm dead...and the titans and Eren-!"

"I'm right here," Erwin swore, "I'm not going anywhere."

Hanji rubbed their cheeks in defeat and frustration. "I don't think I can sleep."

"We can get you melatonin. That should be able to help you sleep," Bryce informed.

"Never heard of it," Hanji called out.

"It will help, but we're only going to give you a few," Bryce explained.

"Right. Too many of anything can be bad," Hanji remarked as Bryce walked out of the room, "Thank you Bryce. And sorry for making that guy cry!"

Hanji noticed Erwin sitting down against the glass and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"I told you I'm staying," Erwin reminded.

"Levi needs you more than me," Hanji retorted.

"Levi has medical professionals checking him," Erwin stated, "You're making people cry and refuse to calm down. I think you need me right now more than Levi does."

Hanji didn't reply to that as they sat down and rested against the glass behind Erwin. "Okay. You win."

"It was never about winning," Erwin reminded.

===

Sasha could only stare solemnly at the closed casket that supposedly held Connie's body inside. Behind her, stood Armin, Historia, Onyankopon, Jack, and Rafael.

"Can't I open it to see him?" Sasha asked.

"He's been dead over a month at this point," Jack answered, "It's not going to be good for your physical or mental health."

"Connie died in my arms with a gaping hole in his abdomen," Sasha snapped at him, "How much more traumatized can I get?!"

"Sasha," Armin warned her.

Sasha didn't reply to Armin's preparation of a scolding and turned back to the coffin. "This is such bullshit."

"He was your friend," Rafael spoke up, "You have the right to bury him wherever you want when you go back home."

"I'm burying him in his hometown," Sasha declared.

"...we can make it a memorial sight," Historia proclaimed as she walked up and placed a hand on Sasha's shoulder, "To honor those that were killed during Marley's attack on Wall Rose."

"...That does sound nice," Sasha agreed.

"It better be nice," A voice spoke up. Everyone snapped their heads to see Jean getting wheeled into the morgue by Miko, wearing a hospital gown and a bandaged stump where his leg used to be.

"Miko, you didn't-!"

"I asked your mom!" Miko rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Thanks again for bringing me here," Jean said to her.

"No problem, man." Miko patted his shoulder before Jean wheeled himself over to Connie's casket. He stared at the box solemnly before turning his attention to Sasha. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," Sasha mumbled.

Jean sighed to himself. "At least we know he's in a better place along with his family."

"...I still want him here," Sasha confessed.

"...Me too," Jean admitted before he noticed something, "Wait, where's Mikasa?"

"We...we don't know," Armin confessed.

"What do you mean you don't know?!" Jean turned to Armin, "Wasn't she there during the final battle?!"

"Yes, we were right next to each other, and then I went to check on Megatron-!"

"Stupid decision really," Rafael interjected.

"And then when I went back to check on her, she was gone and she abandoned her 3D gear!" Armin explained.

"You didn't see where she went?! She couldn't have gotten far when you were taken!" Jean retorted.

"Look, Jean, everything was just so chaotic, and I just lost track! I didn't think that she'd leave," Armin lamented.

"Well, like we promised, we're going to help you find her," Jack proclaimed, "It'll be like finding a needle in a haystack, but we gotta start somewhere."

"Maybe she didn't ditch her communicator," Rafael theorized, "If she kept it in, we might be able to pinpoint her location. If not-!"

"We'll be back to square one," Miko concluded.

“We can go back to the sight of the final battle and retrace her steps,” Jack suggested.

“And track what?! A good portion of the area was trampled by giant, skinless feet!” Miko exclaimed.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jack declared, “That’s our job.”

“Can you guys help with the burial?” Sasha asked.

“We’ll help with that too,” Jack reassured, “Why don’t we create a game plan first? There’s going to be things demanded of us pretty soon and we need to find a way to tackle them all. If we plan it out, it’ll be easier to handle.”

“Sounds good.” Miko held out a clenched fist towards Jack, and Jack bumped his fist to hers. Rafael joined the two of them before all three turned to the 104th.

“Sound like a good game plan?” Miko asked them.

“Um…” Armin trailed off. Historia was the first to step forward and bump her fist with the others. Armin decided to join Historia, followed by Sasha, who wheeled Jean over so that he could join the act of cooperation.

“Alright. Let’s do this,” Jack grinned.

(New Age anthology is close to wrapping up. The last part with be about Mikasa, but the few before them will address a few additional loose ends before going back to the main story.)

[jonesatheart]

How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up?

Edit: The incident Raph refers to can now be found here.

"How many fingers am I holding up!" Mikey asked with a cheeky grin. 

Raphael groaned and laid his head back down on the- whatever cold,hard thing he was laying on was. "Donny?"  

"I'm here." 

"Think I gotsa concussion," he slurred.  

"What makes you so sure?" Leo wanted to know.  

"Cause Mike's got five fingers."  

Mikey held up his hand and counted his fingers by touching the tip of each. "I, in fact, do not." He waggled his fingers. "Only three here, mi hermano." 

Raph half-heartedly swung at Mikey with a wide motion and successfully slapped Leo across the face. 

"Let's get him up."  

Don and Leo each took Raph by the arm and stood together, wrapping their arms around his shell for support. 

"Donny?"  

"I'm here."  

"There's somethin' wrong with my eyes." 

Don sighed. It was going to be a long walk home. "I know. You've got a concussion, Raph. I'm gonna take care of you, okay? We just need to get you home first."  

--- 

"How's he doing?" Leo asked when Don finally emerged from the medbay. His arms were folded over his chest and his brow was furrowed in what Mikey often teased was his PTA Mom Face.  

Donatello sighed. This wouldn't be a fun conversation. "Well, he won't be sleeping in his hammock for a few days. He's okay. He has some pretty typical concussion symptoms which are just things that are going to take time to heal. He's still having some trouble with his sight, but that can take up to two weeks to improve."  

Leo squinted at Donny, knowing his brother well enough to known there was something he wasn't saying. "And?"  

"There is a chance it's permanent."  

Leonardo's face fell and his arms dropped to his side. "Does he know?"  

Don shook his head. "Not yet. I wanted him to get some rest before... It's a minor chance, Leo. I don't want to alarm him unnecessarily." 

"He still needs to know, Don. I'll update Master Splinter and Mikey, that way you only have to have that conversation once," Leo offered, "but he does need to know."  

"You're right," Don admitted and rubbed his brow.  

"You could always get Casey to do it," Leo pointed out, the smallest hint of suppressed smile playing at his face. 

Don rolled his eyes. "I don't need Raph thinking he's dying, but thanks." 

Leo snorted. "It wouldn't be that bad." 

Donatello arched a brow ridge. "If I sent Casey in there to tell Raph something medically related, Raph would assume he's dying, do his 'I knew it I'm dyin'," bit and subsequently cause Casey to panic, 'wait you are?!', which somehow would result in Mikey kicking in my door sobbing that he was the one dying or that he's somehow the cause of Raph's supposed demise."  

"I wanna try to argue with, but honestly..."  

"I know my brothers, Leonardo," Donatello answered primly. "I'll talk to him after he wakes up." 

--- 

"Donny?"  

"I'm here." 

Raph turned to his brother's voice. "I still can't see straight."  

Don sat on the ground to be eye level with his brother and gently stroked his head. "It could take time. Maybe a week or two." 

"Or? C'mon, Donny, I know ya better than that. What's the other option?"  

"I found some exercise to do if there's no improvement and some things to do to help your eyes heal."  

"Don."  

"But there is a chance they might not."  

Raph took a breath. "Okay."  

"I'm sorry, Raph." 

"I's not ya fault, bro. I know you're gonna take care'a me best ya can. I trust ya."  

"You're taking this remarkably well," Donatello noted. 

Raph chuckled. "'M too tired to panic. I'll do that later. Maybe in a week or so when I'm less dizzy. Or, y'know, after  I'm all back to normal. It is me, after all." 

--- 

"Hey, Don told me ya were still havin' problems with ya eyes." Casey said by way of greeting. It had been a week since the concussion and Raph hadn't been out of the lair at all in that time.  

"I'm not in the mood for bein' cheered up, Case." Raph said flatly looking up at his friend. 

"Good thing I didn't come to cheer ya up then, huh?"  

Raph lifted his head. "Alright, I'll bite. Whaddaya doin' here then?"  

"Commiseration!" Casey announced with a grin and dropped into the desk chair.  

Raph blinked. "Come again?" He deadpanned.  

"I'm here to be miserable with you."  

Raphael glared. "I actually hate you right now," he decided and dropped his head back onto his pillow. 

Casey snickered. "Only now?"  

"I swear if you start actin' like Mikey I'm gonna strangle you myse-" he stopped and let out a breath. "I'm sorry."  

"It's okay, Raph," Casey assured. "It's been a year."  

"Still."  

"Still nothin'. Yeah, if it was comin' from anyone else but you it might be weird, but you got 'bestie privileges' or whatever it is Mikey's always goin' on about with April."  

Raph glanced up again, fixing Casey with deadpanned glare. "I cannot believe you just said that."  

"What, bestie privileges?" Casey asked with a cheeky grin.  

"Any of it," Raph scoffed. "But, yeah, especially that." 

"Yeah, well, it's true. And I know I've got the same with you and I'm callin' those in."  

"The shell is that supposed to mean?"  

"It means that we both know there's stuff you wouldn't be caught dead sayin' to your brothers, but you'll say 'em to me. So say it." 

"Sure ya not just bein' a sap?" Raph grumbled. 

"I mean, probably that too, but let's be real, Raph, I could probably get away with this kinda conversation with Donny. Maybe Mikey. And Leo? Forget about it. C'mon, man, talk to me."  

Raph sighed. "I'm not stupid, Casey. I know what's goin' on."  

"I know you're not stupid, but I might be cause I dunno what you're talkin' about." 

"Ya not out there with 'em cause they gotta get used to fighting on there own in case I don't bounce back." 

Casey nodded. "Okay, well. Ya still not stupid, but ya are wrong. I'm not out there with 'em cause my knee's been actin' up. I didn't wanna risk bein' in the way or makin' it worse. Thus the bein' miserable with you." 

"Yeah, well. Maybe they should be."  

"They don't need that kinda practice, Raph. You guys have been doin' this for years, they've got it figured out." 

"Yeah, ya probably right," Raph admitted. "Not exactly the most skilled or cooperative guy on the team." 

"Whoa! Back up. That is not what I meant by that! What, you really think I'd just chuck ya under the bus that way?" Casey demanded incredulously. "What the hell, man?"  

"I'm not really sure what else ya could mean by that, Casey!" Raph snapped back. "It ain't like it ain't true-"  

"First of all, it ain't. Second of all, you pinhead, last fall when Donny caught the flu and the three of ya went out on ya're own, was it cause ya were figurin' 'ah, gotta get some practice in in case Don decides to retire after this,' or was it just cause ya were just down a man? That's what I meant by that, ya overgrown leprechaun! You guys have been goin' out in pairs and threes for years. Half the time it's my fault cause I ain't as skilled as the rest'a and you stay behind helpin' me." 

"Alright, alright. I see ya point, settle down."  

"Nuh-uh. You opened this can'a worms, Pandora. We're goin' fishin' now." 

Raph sat all the way up to stare at Casey. "The shell does that even mean?" 

"You really think that I think ya brothers don't need you?" Casey questioned, ignoring Raph's confusion. In part because he truly was insulted by his friends implications, but also because he wasn't sure how the analogy was supposed to work either, but neurotypicals made nonsense analogies all the time so it was probably fine. It made sense to him, everyone else could be confused. 

"Case-"  

"You realize I'd literally be dead without you, right? Like, I know you had that concussion and all, but you are aware that if you hadn't been so determined to get it through my skull that I was goin' about this whole vigilante shtick the wrong that the Dragons a hundred percent would'a literally beat to death, right?"  

"Yeah, I also remember Hun almost did that last year anyway because I wasn't good enough to be able to keep you safe!" Raph snapped. "And that was with my eyes workin', Casey! I- I'm useless now! I can barely make it around the lair without knockin' into stuff. I- My whole life. I've been raised to be one thing. And I can't do that now. I...may never be able to do that again. I don't expect you to get it, but it feels like everything I am is on the edge of bein' taken away from me. And I dunno who I'm gonna be at the end of this. I don't know who I am, if I'm not a Ninja. And. It's easier for me to believe that....maybe I just wasn't ever good enough. Because if I wasn't good enough then...I can believe it's better I'm not. Because then...I might be losin' who I am, but...it feels like...maybe it's for the better that way."  

"Ya know I love ya, right, Raph?"  

"Okay here we go," Raph rolled his eyes, and stared up at the ceiling.  

"Raph, look at me. You really think I'm-" he pointed to his chest "-not gonna understand what it's like to have the one thing you hung ya whole identity on taken away?"  

Raph's eyes widened in realization and his face fell. "Casey, I-" 

"It's okay," he promised with a kind smile, holding out a hand. "I'm not upset about it. And yeah, I'm not gonna understand it all exactly from your perspective. But I am gonna get it better than most. I have to wear a knee brace every time we go out, I can't go out tonight cause it's actin' up. Maybe...maybe your vision doesn't bounce back. Maybe ya gotta wear glasses or do other stuff to modify the way you do things. Maybe you gotta give up the vigilante stuff. That doesn't take away value from who you are. You are always going to be important to your brothers. They are always gonna need you. I get it, you're scared, but it's only been a week. That's still completely in a normal time scale from what Don was tellin' me. You've got time, Raph. And even if...things don't pan out. We're still gonna be here for ya."  

Raph nodded. "Thanks for puttin' up with me tonight," he replied tightly.  

Casey smiled and crossed the room to pull Raph into his arms. "Everything is gonna be okay," he promised. "Even if it's not okay the way we're hopin', it's still gonna be okay."  

[tuhhadkeryo]

”Didn’t you ask for this?” The cleanly cut vegetable hung in the air off of Melissa’s fork, suspended in time. Just like her. She couldn’t bring herself to eat it.

The familiar voices and faces were dim around her at the dinner table. She could only find herself studying her hand, so delicately clasping the fork. ”Motherboard?” A voice called, suspiciously close to her husband’s.

The name, her name, stung to hear. She felt like a stubborn old fool, hanging on to the past. When she could truly say she felt like a mother. Slowly, like she was enveloped in syrup, she lifted her head and mused on each one of the angry faces at the table. Watched her fantasy shatter. Her beloved - Matt, Jackie, Inez, Digit, Marbles, Antoine, Ada…and Hacker. She felt as though she could look on at them like they were the ones frozen in time. Each precious face wrinkled and twisted in anger. Most of the eyes were on her wayward son.

She smiled ruefully. She could understand. Such a situation was impossible to expect to turn out well - a dinner party with each of her family members in peace.

Yet she’d tried anyway, painstakingly planned and prepared.

This was her fault.

Their discomfort and unhappiness, all a result of an empty dream.

Now those eyes looked to her, but she couldn’t bear to see the souls inside. Her eyes fell to her hand - oh, but it had dropped the fork, the metal clattering to the ground. She reached to pick it up, only for glistening tears to drip on the floor instead. ‘Didn’t you ask for this?’

There was only one person sitting at the table capable of cutting through her soul so cruelly, yet so truthfully.

She wiped the tears away, but they just kept coming. No, she hadn’t wanted this, but to anyone else’s eyes, this was the only outcome. And she should stop trying.

Melissa mumbled an apology and tried to hide her flushed, messy face in her hands as she swept herself out of the room. Only when she’d safely exited did she allow herself to sob. She needed space to clear her head.

She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until a hand grabbed her shoulder, halting her in her tracks. “Wait!”

Looking at his face would hurt. Slowly, she forced her eyes open.

Hacker grabbed her hand, expression full of regret so open that she was shocked to see it on his face. “I didn’t mean it,” he said quickly.

She swallowed and took a quivering breath to answer, but before she could he was kneeling in front of her. “I’m sorry. Please, it’s my fault.”

“Hacker-“

”I’m sorry. Come back to dinner, Mom.”

A long sigh pushed out of her chest, and it was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. She let herself down slowly, sitting on her knees. Her other hand gently came over Hacker’s. “I’m not sure I feel like eating, son.”

The shame etched into his face doubled, but she stopped him before he could say anything. “But I am so glad you came to apologize. I must say, it hurt quite a bit. But it hurt because it was so close to the truth - all these arguments are my fault.”

The green hand holding hers tensed. “No-“

”Yes-,” she shushed him- “it is. I’m trying to rush everything, and make everyone heal, so I can be happy. When really, these things will take so much more time.” A small smile came to her face as she caressed his cheek. “You know that better than anyone else, don’t you?”

Hacker gave a heartless chuckle. “If I’m being honest, I know I wouldn’t give my best effort to heal things if I didn’t get a little…push.”

Her smile widened as it felt like clouds lifted. “Your new friends are doing well for you Hacker. And- this isn’t all your fault, either.” She paused. “Your deeds were awful, but now, some of the earthlings and others are…antagonistic, I’ll admit.”

Hacker’s slight nod confirmed this. She sighed again. “I’ll talk to them about it, I promise.”

Hacker stood, and in turn helped her up gently. He hesitated to move or speak, but she already knew what he wanted.

“Are you ready to leave?”

Hacker nodded sheepishly. His social battery must’ve been drained by the negative commotion. Motherboard patted his arm. “You may.”

“S-see you later.” The borg strode towards the exit of the housing sector.

Motherboard watched him leave, grateful she could smile through the pain. While these moments stung so badly she could just fall apart sometimes, she didn’t think Hacker understood just how much he’d grown.

“Mother B.!”

The woman turned to see Jackie marching up the hallway. “Did he leave without saying goodbye?”

”He’s on his way. You might be able to catch him if you hurry.”

Jackie didn’t break her pace, speaking as she passed Motherboard. “I can’t believe Matt exploded like that! Then everybody else just jumped on the wagon! Then he said that to you. Ugh!”

”All will be well, Jackie. And I’m fine, really.”

“I’m glad you’re okay now, Mother B. But he’s leaving without even saying goodbye! What a butthead, I hate him,” she grumbled, and was soon also out of sight.

No, she didn’t do anything wrong, and it wasn’t all her fault. She simply overestimated everybody’s patience, and overstepped a boundary. She would have to adjust, like the rest of the bumps they’d run into.

They say time heals all wounds. She wondered if this one would ever be able to heal, or if it did, would it leave a terrible scar? 

Basically this scene is in my rebirth au - Hacker is a reformed villain, and Motherboard is trying to integrate him into the family. She has everyone come to a dinner party, where Matt, who has old grudges, antagonizes a situation until everyone is fighting. Motherboard tries to shut down the situation with authority but Hacker brings up that it’s all her idea anyway. this was written w/o editing on sleepy so it’s probably bad. Oh well enjoy. Plz keep in mind that in this au, MotherB is now in android form and everyone is grown up. 

[camels-pen]

a gift (not a burden)

Ao3 Link | Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Fuck you, I'm in it for us

Usopp was home. He was home he was home he was home!

He was snotty and gross and covered in still healing wounds, but none of that mattered because Luffy was beside him and the others were around him and their new ship just flew through the sky and he was home, he was home, he was really—

Sanji picked up Usopp and brought him to his chest in a crushing hug. Usopp did his best to hug back, his dwindling tears returning full force. Ugly sobs and mangled sorries tumbled from his lips one by one until Sanji pulled him back and kissed him, hard and insistent.

When Usopp calmed against him, when he started to kiss back, Sanji pulled away again. Usopp stared at him. Confused, hopeful, and tingly all over.

“I don’t need anymore time to think,” Sanji said. “I never did; I’ve known the answer all along. I was just scared of messing things up.” He pressed his forehead to Usopp’s, heedless of the long nose curving against his own. “But not anymore.”

Usopp hiccupped. “Y-You’re sure? You don’t mind?”

“Mind?” Sanji laughed, a wet sheen over his eye. “Usopp, being with you would be a gift, not a burden.”

A swell of emotion too big for Usopp’s skeptic heart welled up in his throat. His lips wobbled as he tried not to burst into tears for a third time today.

“Usopp,”—Sanji pulled back the slightest bit, a hand cupping Usopp’s cheek—“will you marry me?”

“Yes, I’ll—” He paused. “NO! What the hell?! Dating comes first!”

Sanji grinned. “If you say so!”

Somehow, Usopp felt as if he’d been tricked— 

Sanji pressed a giggling kiss to his lips, twirling him around in his arms.

—but he found he didn’t mind in the slightest.

—

Hours later, Sanji’s hands hovered above Usopp’s bare mark. “Can I…?”

Usopp looked away, his cheeks gaining a red undertone. “Go ahead.”

He pressed his naked side further into the aquarium lounge—aquarium lounge!—bench, Sanji sat in front of him with his hand hovering between them.

Sanji let his hand rest on Usopp’s chest. Usopp flinched, but didn’t move away.

Sanji stared at it. Circled the pad of his finger around the bottle’s edges. Pressed another finger to the hat. It was the definitive proof that no matter how he led his life, how he was raised, whatever hell he might’ve endured with the slightest change in events, he would’ve always stayed a chef at heart. 

He would’ve always been able to hold onto his dreams. His interests. Just like his mom wanted.

Fuck.

“Sanji?”

“Sorry,” Sanji hastily wiped the tears from his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just nice knowing I was always going to be a chef, no matter what happened to me.”

Usopp’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean—?”

“Another time,” he said. A particularly strong shiver jostled Sanji’s finger. “Are you cold?”

“N-No.” Usopp turned his face towards the aquarium glass.

Sanji continued tracing. Another shiver wracked Usopp. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear, low and husky, “Are you sure?”

Usopp’s breath hitched. Warmth pooled in Sanji’s gut with the sound. “Because if you were, I’d be happy to warm you up.” He let his hand slip down to cup Usopp’s pec, his thumb rubbing right over his mark. “Let me show you how much my love burns for you, Usopp.” 

The skin under his hands grew tense. Sanji paused, pulled back to see Usopp’s eyes screwed shut and his shoulders up to his ears.

Ah. Sanji pulled his hands away. He slowly nuzzled Usopp’s nose with his own. “Too much?” Usopp started to shake his head. “It’s alright, just please, be honest.”

Usopp deflated in his seat with a sigh. “A little, yeah.” He tugged on Sanji’s hands, pulling him down the couch and guiding him to lay on him. “H-How about this instead?”

Sanji rubbed his cheek against Usopp’s chest. “Works for me.”

“Sanji.”

“Kidding!” 

A fond smile grew on his lips. He wrapped a few of Usopp’s stray curls around his finger and hummed, pressing a soft kiss above Usopp’s heart.

“This is perfect.”

[csaventing]

he made me wrap my mouth around the muzzle of a gun and told me if i didn't behave he'd send a bullet through my brain.

i don't even know where to begin processing that because even just typing it & rereading it makes my chest tight and my stomach hurt. it feels like i'm in some kind of anxiety free fall and i don't know when i'm going to hit the ground.

who the fuck does that kind of thing to a child? i can't remember his name or face, but i sure as hell remember what he did to me. he held it to my head while he was raping me. he told me "one wrong move and you'll never see your family again." god just typing that makes me want to sob uncontrollably. he was horrible. i couldn't walk right for over a day and my father didn't care. he took his turn when he picked me up from wherever he dropped me off with this man. i really don't know how i'm supposed to heal from this. it wasn't even the first time smth like that had happened - i'd had a knife held to my throat by another man once - but for some reason remembering this makes me want to curl up and cry for hours. i've long since stopped asking if it could get any worse.

what i've remembered so far (i don't even know if this is the last of the repressed memories) is so far beyond worse that i don't even know what to fucking do with it all. but i've learned that if it can get worse, it probably will.

i just want to tell my family about it. i want my mom to hug me and tell me nothing like that will ever happen to me again, but at the same time i don't want to tell her because i don't want her to feel like she failed me. she didn't. if she knew what was happening, i'd've been out of his 'care' faster than i could blink. he'd be in prison where he belongs, and hopefully all his scumbag "friends" - that's what he called the men he'd sell me to - would be right there with him.

and i think that's the worst part.

if i had just told someone, maybe it would've stopped much sooner.

i try not to think about that too much. i can't change anything now. wishing I could won't get me anywhere, and neither will being angry with myself for not telling.

i was a child, and i was scared. and the one person who should've been protecting me most, my own father, was the one orchestrating everything, as well as doing it to me too.

my age at the time wasn't even in double digits.

but i can't forget the feeling of cold metal in my mouth and feeling absolutely certain that i was about to die.

(thank you so much for creating this safe space. i really hope you're going to be okay too ❤)

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[countrymusiclover]

8 - Date with an Original Hybrid

Part 9

Gemini Runaway

@dragonixfrye

"Mom, what happened?" Jacob ran outside the car when we pulled up to a large house that belonged to our Uncle Joshua.

Our mother Eliza came down the staircase of the house almost sobbing in tears. She ran forward embracing my brother and I in her arms crying. "Oh my babies!"

"Mom, what happened?" My twin brother asked again seeing that she didn't answer him earlier.

She shakes her head when I peaked over her shoulders seeing that my cousin Josette was stumbling from the woods and towards the porch. But I jumped to my feet noticing blood on her shirt in her lower stomach. "Jo, what happened to you!"

"Rae, it's alright. It's just…I…" My cousin paused taking my hands in hers once I had reached her. "Huh…my twin brother stabbed me with a hunting knife. But he's gone now."

Squeezing her hands in mine I began to tug her towards the house figuring that she couldn't enter that house again. "Do you want me to come with you so you can change out of the bloody clothes?"

"If you don't mind." She muttered glancing in the direction of my mother who was still hugging my brother clearly distrat over whatever had happened while she was in the woods with her brother and the rest of our supposed Coven.

Clutching her hand in mine both of us walked up the stairs where she creaked open the front door first. I gasped covering my mouth with the smell of blood filled my nose. Slowly entering the house I could see marks across the walls. One bed was flipped over and I could see a blood stain on the wooden floor. "I did what I had too. So I could protect my siblings with magic. But I can't stay in this house anymore."

"I wouldn't blame you, Jo. Now you're free from someone trying to kill you." I responded squeezing her hand tightly in mine hoping that I wouldn't have to smell fresh blood or nearly run from death myself.

Moaning in slight pain I felt the soft material underneath my body. Blinking my eyes I held myself up on my elbow immediately yanking back the covers that were on me thinking that I was still bleeding from where Mikael stabbed me last night. Yet I find the exact opposite lifting up a green tea shirt that was on me I found that there wasn't even a scar at all. "I know I didn't dream being stabbed or passing out so how am I healed without blood?"

"Because I healed you quickly before you completely passed out." Whipping my head up I yanked the shirt down seeing Klaus walking in through the doorway, hands behind his back until he standing in front of me. "I'm glad to see it worked in time though. I wasn’t sure if you had gotten enough or not."

Pushing my hair out of my eyes I slumped my shoulders tossing the remainder of the covers off of me. Swinging my legs over the side I tried to stand but I stumbled backwards flopping down on the bed. "I think I'm okay. So what happened after I passed out?"

"You told me you wanted to go on a date with me. I also watched my bastard father burn meaning that I am to be rid of him. All the other details aren't something you need to know." He responded simply moving to stand by the window looking down at the street.

Shifting around in the bed to watch him. Last night surprised me when I saw him raise his tone towards his father. Even though later he shed some tears when I was stabbed right in front of him. "Well you did ask if I would go on a date with you. What exactly would a date with an original hybrid detail?"

"Whatever you want it to be, love." He responded coming over sitting down on the edge of the bed where we were sitting close to each other. "It can be simple or expensive. Money isn't a problem, Raelyn."

Biting my lip I tried to think back to what kind of date I wanted to have be my first. Since my brother and I were raised almost off the grid we didn't do any dating. "What if I don't know what kind of date I want, Nik?"

"Then we can do everything. Whatever your mind can think of." He responded by meeting my gaze with those baby blues.

Tapping my fingers on my legs I quickly thought simply replying back to him. "I'd say take me out to dinner but you don't have to go overboard. I've never had a date with anyone. So I'm gonna be completely nervous honestly."

"Then you should be spoiled just a little. So long as I am the one taking you to dinner.' He clasped his hands together rising to his feet heading towards the doorway. "Wear whatever you want. We can go buy you some more clothes later. I won't tell Rebekah."

Climbing out of the bed I opened the closet door of the blonde original flipping through her outfits. Most of them showed too much in my opinion but there was a dress that looked pretty simple to my taste. Slipping the dress over my head I eyed myself in the mirror noticing that it was a light red-orange that fell down to my knees. It had thin straps and I paired it with some cowgirl boots that I had bought with Caroline one day. Walking out of the room I twirled my brothers necklace in my hands clipping it behind my neck seeing Klaus waiting for me. "I must say Caroline has rather good taste. Shall we, Raelyn."

He insisted on driving a car that surprised me considering I thought he would just vamp us everywhere like normal. Looping my arm through his he opened the door for me where I noticed that we had left Mystic Falls and were in the next toes over at a steakhouse. He pulled out the chair for me then heading to his side of the table. "So is this too much for you?"

"It's fine. Just don't go overboard on the first date okay." I told him simply leaning back in my chair.

He smirked slightly proud of himself already. "There will be more than a first date then, love."

"Don't think I will boost your ego bigger than it already is, Klaus." I warned him seeing him open a bottle of champagne pouring me some.

He watched me raise it my lips just sending me a smile across the table. He was wearing a black dinner jacket with a white shirt underneath it. With some black pants and some dress shoes but not as fancy as what he wore the other night. "Tell me about yourself, Raelyn Lane."

"I don't know what to tell you. I mean can't you just enter my mind with your vampire powers or something." I asked not seeing exactly what I could tell him that he couldn't figure out on his own.

He threw his hands up then intertwined them together resting his chin on them once more. "I could, yes. But I won't for you."

"Hmmm..okay. Let's see, I don't really have any friends since it used to be me, my brother and our parents. I've never had any of the firsts but now I can cross first dare off the list and first drink of alcohol…" I paused snapping my fingers at the hybrid. "Oh I haven't really traveled anywhere."

"Well then darling where do you wish to go. Paris, Rome, London." He perked up at me grinning.

Raising my hands I almost couldn't take the original hybrid seriously. He was honestly overwhelming me at this point. I never intended on finding someone like him to be the guy that would take me on my first date. He's basically a prince charming from the fairytale we are told as kids but he has a slight darker side. Maybe even I do too. "Woah, woah, Klaus Mikaelson. I am no where near the level of high folutine princess material-"

"You are to me, Raelyn." He reached across the table grasping my hands in his, there wasn't a second of hesitation in his sweet tone. "What can I do to make you see you the way you are hmm?"

Glancing at our intertwined hands I sighed slumping my shoulders tapping my thumbs over his palms. "I could show you the memories that haunt me, but not here. The spell requires me to have somewhere to lay down since it will drain my energy."

"Then we shall go, Rae. And I'll show you the man I am." He tugged me to my feet where the dress twirling around me softly.

I lifted my gaze up to his sucking in a breath when our noses hit one another. I had never been this close to a guy that wasn't my brother when we wrestle each other on the living room floor. Klaus moved his freehand not in mine to my waist tugging me closer with his eyes roaming over my body in the dress. He did the same thing I wore the dress he picked out for the other night and I feel my cheeks turning a bright red. He leans forward and I began to lean towards his lips until we were inches away from kissing so I pulled my head back lightly clearing my throat. "Uh we should get back to the house if you want to talk more."

"Uh right…right Raelyn." He cleared his throat watching me walk towards the doorway where he felt his face turn s little red thinking back on the moment he almost kissed her.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[statickingofevil]

Xero (Edsel Dope) about Wayne´s family support.

Credits below.

Wayne’s family has expressed their support for this as well. What did they share with you about Wayne as you and the band set forth with plans to honor him?

Wayne's family made it very clear to us that they hoped for Wayne's spirit and for the music of Static-X to live on. They hoped for his unfinished works to be fully realized through the original line up of the band and for Ken [Jay], Tony, and Koichi [Fukada], to continue on with Static-X for as long as they wish.

It was very emotional seeing his family on tour. I really didn’t know what to expect at first, because this is such a unique situation. Wayne's sister Aimee came to meet me on the tour bus immediately after our show in Atlanta. She just wrapped her arms around me and we both just started to cry. I totally lost my shit, and I couldn’t get it together. I was just sobbing and I felt such a connection to her and I could feel the love that she had for her brother being projected onto me … It was so emotional, and I felt like I had just received the ultimate form of approval for what I was doing.

That was the moment that I realized how incredibly personal this all really was. I mean, from the start, I took this all very seriously and I was incredibly committed to respecting Wayne and making sure that people understood that my role was not to replace him, but to represent him on the 20th Anniversary tour. But it was his sister Aimee’s love that really brought it all home for me.

A few weeks later, Wayne's mom (Darlene), dad (Richard), brother (Jeff) and his other sister (Lisa) came out to the show in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and it was more of the same. Wayne's father actually pulled me aside, and he just looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Keep doing this.” He told me that I was making him proud and that I was doing a better job than he ever could have imagined. I didn’t know what to say to that. It choked me up. I just hugged him and thanked him for the support and tried to hold it together.

My experience with Wayne's mother was something that I’ll never forget. She put her arms around me and hugged me so tight that all I could do was imagine if the roles were reversed, and it was my mother hugging Wayne and thanking him for keeping my spirit alive. That’s some heavy shit. So much emotion, so very personal. I’ve been playing music and touring professionally for a long, long time. I’ve made lots of records and I’ve had lots of what I would define as incredible, memorable moments, but this is by far the deepest, most meaningful thing that I’ve ever taken part in.

⸺

"Wayne is currently on the minds and in the hearts of the metal community in a very unique and special way. His memory / legacy is more celebrated than it has ever been before.

I personally get to see the joy, the tears, and the incredible sense of healing that is occurring on the faces and in the hearts of Static-X fans, each and every night, around the world.

I’m not attempting to be a spokesperson for Static-X, but I will share that I have personally met Wayne’s parents and siblings, as they have attended a number of these shows.

I have personally seen their tears of joy and their expressions of gratitude and approval for the way that Tony, Ken, Koichi, & Xer0 are celebrating the music and memorializing the life and legacy of their son and sibling, Wayne Wells Static.

I’m including a candid photo that I snapped of Static-X drummer Ken Jay embracing Wayne’s father, while Tony Campos, Wayne’s mother, Wayne’s siblings and friends share some personal time together. Words cannot express the love and respect that I’ve experienced out here."

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