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xxlady-lunaxx · 8 months ago

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Stages of love | {SaneObaGiyuu}

Theme: Floofy angst !

Note: Is it bad i can't say no

Spoilers! + lil cw for thoughts of suicide/implications of sh

// I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE REQUEST, I MEANT TO DO LIKE TWO OR THREE PARAGRAPHS OF REMINISCING FOR THE PAST BEFORE OBANAI DIED BUT I GOT MORE LIKE 3.5k WORDS BEFORE I GOT TO THE ANGST 😭 THE ANGST COMES A BIT SUDDENLY BC OF THAT, SORRY

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For a couple months, Giyuu, Obanai, and Sanemi had dated. From outside view, it had come out of nowhere. One minute, Obanai and Sanemi were shitting on Giyuu, next minute the three were holding hands and prancing about like a group of princesses at a ball. But really, it had been a progressive year that led up to their relationship. There were the first peaks of interest in each other. It had started, perhaps, with Sanemi. He was the most brash of the three, as was known well, and in the same way quite rudely honest. Only, his honesty came in handy in some cases, such as this.

There was a time where he had to go on a mission paired with Giyuu. It had been a quick one, only taken to the task for the Hashira because there had been several Lowermoons in the area. But it was around that time when Sanemi noticed something different. Giyuu spoke to him only once throughout the four hours they had taken to arrive at their destination, kill the demons, deposit the injured to a safe place and bury the dead. Yet it was enough to spark an interest in Sanemi.

Giyuu's voice was quiet and collected, usually without emotion. There was something about it, however, that was so... graceful, almost. His words flowed smoothly like water, whereas Sanemi spoke like a firecracker, ready to light on fire. But it wasn't the contrast about them that caught his eye—or ear, rather. Nor was it the words, really. If you asked him, Sanemi wouldn't remember what Giyuu had said that day. But whatever it was, Giyuu's voice seemed to stick into his head, repeating itself over an over. He tried fitting other words into Giyuu's voice. Sanemi. The name 'Sanemi' slipped over your tongue lightly, gently. It was mismatched, really, to the bearer of the name. But it fit Giyuu's voice, his mouth. Sanemi could imagine it, his lips parting to utter the name. It was like a calm river, a trickle. He wanted to hear it, suddenly. Wanted to hear his name spoken from the lips of the man he had detested since they day they'd met.

It hadn't hit him quite that suddenly, no. It came gradually. Giyuu's voice returning to his mind several days after the mission. He turned it over in his head, over and over. He came to the conclusion that he would press words from Giyuu's throat, he would force sound from it. He wanted to hear him again, hear him speak, hear him say his name.

The name Shinazugawa was crisper. It was like a breeze that took a sudden turn, then returned to its peaceful state. It was alright, perhaps, to hear it spoken in Giyuu's ever-so-soothing voice. But Sanemi longed to hear his name. Sanemi. Sanemi, Sanemi, Sanemi. Giyuu's bluebell eyes flicking momentarily towards him, then back to the task at hand. Sanemi.

One day, Giyuu and Sanemi found themselves the last people to leave as the Hashira's disbanded from their second biannual meeting of the year. They glanced at each other. Giyuu was all but expecting Sanemi to shout at him again, or maybe regard him with contempt before leaving. But he got something considerably different and it caught him off guard, letting a small burst of surprise slip through his façade for a split second before his face settled to its neutral, slack expression.

"Tomioka, will you say something?" Sanemi had asked. He sounded gruff and, in future days, Giyuu would come to recognize that it was his tell-tale of embarrassment. His voice was almost quiet, maybe a shade brighter than Giyuu's. And it was so uncharacteristic of him that Giyuu was unsure it was actually Sanemi. But of course it was, who else would it be?

Giyuu tilted his head in Sanemi's direction, not responding. He didn't understand this request. Would he be chastised for having a quiet voice? Or be shouted at for not talking usually? What was the point of this question?

"Speak, Tomioka," Sanemi repeated, stepping forward. "Say something. Anything."

Giyuu, deciding that he couldn't think of any outcome which might come from this—and knowing full well he could simply leave—he spoke. "What do you mean?"

It was more than enough for Sanemi. He settled back, leaning against one of the pillars on the corner of the porch of the Ubuyashiki's Estate. His arms were crossed and his eyes glazed languidly over Giyuu's form, intent in his own thoughts.

Giyuu got no answer this time, which he considered as karma. People often complained how he rarely—or never—answered. He supposed he couldn't whine about it now, not when he always ignored others. But he stayed there, unsure of himself.

"Shinazugawa?"

Sanemi nodded once in response. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was all odd for Giyuu, of course. He didn't understand.

He would come later to identify this strange occurance, would he run it through his head once more.

"Nevermind," Giyuu murmured. Then, wondering if he should announce his leave, added, "I'll be going now. Goodbye."

Sanemi stood up, then, straightening himself. "Bye, then," he said, walking away.

Strange, wasn't it? Giyuu had gone home, mulling the day over, then had decided Sanemi was tired and acting weird and brushed it away.

Sanemi, on the otherhand, had found Obanai in his usual post on a tree. He had climbed up beside him, leaned against a branch, and stared off into the distance.

"What do you mean? ... Shinazugawa? ... Nevermind. I'll be going now, goodbye."

Shinazugawa.

God, and what was there of 'Sanemi'? He wanted it—needed it—and it came as a shock to himself, even. What was there of Giyuu? Other than his eyes and his voice—of course, he was nothing! Nothing, to Sanemi. Nothing to anyone. But even that wasn't true, was it? Giyuu was becoming something. He wasn't sure what. But it was there. This small, nagging feeling that Giyuu was going to be something... more.

That was the start.

Usually, Sanemi was described as using his words in an almost brutal way. He cursed every other word, he spoke more insults than anything, only uttered a compliment once or twice. In his life, perhaps. But there were times his words came off as sweet, a honeyed tone, peppered with love. This was rare, no doubt. Would it ever happen?

Yes, it would.

It shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone that Obanai and Sanemi's relationship progressed considerably faster than theirs to Giyuu. They were friends, of course. Best friends, even. Both found the other easy to confide in, often going on walks together to clear their minds, sparring or simply being in the presence of the other.

In this instance, Obanai had fallen first. And he had fallen hard.

Sanemi was someone to admire, if you put him under the right light. He was strong, he was honest, yet somehow caring in his own, aggressive ways. He would manage Obanai's eating schedules as best he could, bring small snacks for him. He was trustworthy, too. He could keep a secret—keep a promise. It was evident that nobody saw this in him, save for Obanai. People described him as explosive, angry, like a morbid dog. Behind his back, they would call him names, but tremble in fear were he to glance at them. They didn't understand him like Obanai did. Nobody did, really. Nobody bothered to.

Sanemi didn't mind insults. He only threw some back or ignored them. Obanai brought it up once and Sanemi brushed it off saying, quite reasonably, that people were going to say what they wanted to say and that was that. Either ignore them or waste your time being upset about it, it was your choice. And Sanemi chose to ignore them. He didn't give a single fuck what anyone said anymore, as long as they minded their own business and didn't bother him.

At one point in time, Obanai revealed his scar to Sanemi. They had gotten to the point where he felt he could trust him enough to show this one most intimate part of himself which only Kaburamaru had ever seen before. He figured that if Sanemi reacted badly, he would simply retreat from the friendship he had grown to love and keep to himself. He expected this to happen, in all honesty. He didn't expect much. But it went well, granted. Well enough for Obanai's eyes to open and take in all of Sanemi's cocky smiles, his tall form, his rough voice, everything. And consume it with all his heart, fall deep into waters of an ocean called Love, find himself too drowned in Sanemi that he no longer knew what had happened.

It had probably come in more than the instant it took for Sanemi to accept the scar. But whether it had taken hours or days or months, Obanai knew not. He only knew that he had sunken into this too deeply to get out in a matter of time. He was head of heels for Sanemi and he was not backing out any time soon.

Sanemi caught on, eventually. He wasn't an idiot. And Obanai was exceedingly obvious, flushing at any contact, averting his eyes when Sanemi pulled his top off during training, stuttering and stumbling over his words like Mitsuri. This was before Sanemi's eyes set upon Giyuu. So he considered it. He spoke nothing of his observations to Obanai until he was sure of his answer. Then he brought it up, so bluntly Obanai had all but fallen out of the tree.

"You like me, don't you," he had said one day. Not as a question, but a statement. He was gazing up at Obanai who sat in a tree, legs swinging slightly.

Obanai took exactly one second to register his words before he tipped backwards in his shock, barely staying on as his legs hooked around the branch quickly, making his body swing back and forth for a moment, blood rushing to his head as he hung upside down. Kaburamaru had gotten a more or less worse position, having fallen from his perch on Obanai's shoulders and was now struggling on the ground, tangled up in the grass.

Sanemi sighed and bent down, helping Kaburamaru up and standing back up. "One minute," he said to Obanai, who was helplessly trying to reach up and grab the branch.

He carefully placed Kaburamaru to the side then walked back to Obanai and tugged him down, carrying him to Kaburamaru and settling him down.

Obanai looked away, embarrassed, and quickly brought Kaburamaru back onto his shoulder, busying himself with the snake.

"How long have you liked me for?" Sanemi asked.

"I never said I liked you..." Obanai mumbled, trying to defect the question.

"No, but it's obvious. You didn't deny it anyways," Sanemi said pointedly, crossing his arms. "Might as well tell the truth, unless you want me to throw you back onto the tree."

Obanai let out a breath. "Fine."

"Good. Now tell me," Sanemi said impatiently.

"I don't know," Obanai mumbled.

"No? What about vaguely?"

"Since I showed you?" he suggested quietly. "I think."

"Showed me...?" Understanding slipped into Sanemi's expression. "Ah. Your mask."

"Yes."

"Got it."

Silence.

"Are you annoyed?" Obanai asked tentatively.

"Annoyed? Why would I be?" Sanemi said curiously, moving closer to stand in front of him.

"I'm sure you aren't into men," Obanai mumbled.

"Nice assumption. You're wrong."

More silence. There was an awkward moment of staring.

"Then you're not into me, specifically," Obanai said quietly.

"Wrong again. How many times can you be wrong?" Sanemi asked, amused by this.

"...you like me?" Obanai asked, obvious shock lacing his words.

"No, I like Tomioka—of course I like you! Was that not obvious?" He paused. "No, I guess I can't ask you that, Mr. King-of-Obvious. You wouldn't understand subtlety if it danced in front of you naked."

"Shut up," Obanai grumbled.

"Mhm," Sanemi hummed lightly. "So, answer me, Iguro."

Obanai glanced up. "Hm?"

"Do you want to date?"

There was some sort of shocked silence—mostly from Obanai.

"What?"

"Do you want to date," Sanemi repeated. "You're not forced to."

"Oh- Oh, okay, yeah. Uhm. Sure," Obanai mumbled.

Sanemi gave him a satisfied smile. "Alright then."

And that was the start of their relationship. Romantic relationship, mind you. They kept it a secret. Neither wished to have publicity shined on their private lives. It started with smaller things but it fed to their affection to each other, making them grow closer. They found themselves entangled in each other.

Then Giyuu came along. Sanemi was, as stated before, the first to fall for him. Or at least find some interest that mingled—longer than anticipated.

Obanai saw nothing in Giyuu for the longest time. But Sanemi brought it up eventually, deciding he didn't want to dwell on it for too long. Obanai resisted the idea at first, which was reasonable. He gave in eventually, however, as he let himself try to shine better light on the man he usually hated. With this, he found his interest peaked slightly. He didn't see what Sanemi did, necessarily. He found himself more interested in Giyuu as a person, rather then why he was always so ignorant and bitchy.

It definitely took time to find himself fully immersed in this man—which was reasonable. Obanai's gaze was set on Sanemi and he refused to look away for even a second. But Sanemi's apparently sudden interest in Giyuu made him rethink a bit. He wanted, more than anything, for Sanemi to be content with his life. He didn't want to pressure him to stay with Obanai or anything that would make him upset. So he took the time to look into Giyuu. Maybe they could have some sort of relationship between the three of them, maybe it would make Sanemi happy too.

To both his own and Sanemi's shock, Obanai found himself seeing some things Sanemi did in Giyuu. He found himself wondering how it would feel to run his hair through Giyuu's long locks. He was drawn to his eyes especially. The blue. It was beautiful, somehow. Not like an ocean that could swoop you away, no, but maybe like the little blue flowers that grew on the sides of roads, swaying peacefully in the breeze. Or like blueberries, small and sweet. Giyuu's eyes were a deep blue, like the depths of a twilight sky. He realized, over time, that he had fallen in love all over again. It wasn't as much as he had felt for Sanemi, that was for sure, but it seemed that in his attempt to please his boyfriend, he had ended up finding the humanity and Giyuu and things to like about him.

He spoke to Sanemi about this, after a couple days of wondering if he should throw away his pride. The conversation ended in both agreeing to talk to Giyuu first. After all, neither had been particularily... welcoming to Giyuu, so they figured that he would probably find nothing in them.

Giyuu, in fact, was positively shocked to know that the two Hashira who appeared to despise him most both liked him...romantically. But he welcomed the idea, saying that he could try to find something in both of them. It didn't come as a surprise—although it wasn't without its disappointment—that Giyuu didn't feel the same. Not at first, at least. So the three started spending a little time by themselves, away from prying eyes. The goal was, for Giyuu, to try and find interest in either or both Sanemi and Obanai. The other two—who had told Giyuu they were dating—only reveled in the time with Giyuu, not wanting to force feelings onto him.

But Giyuu, as Obanai had, quickly ended up captivated by the two. As he spent more time with them, he found himself immersed in their daily lives. It made him feel normal, too, not on the brink of death 24/7. Or at least that he could have a relatively okay life as of now. And with this, he could find the people inside Sanemi and Obanai which he had been mostly unable to see before. It was interesting, to say the least. And his interest was peaked.

He told them, after a couple weeks of mindless talking, that he had come to a decision. They were on a walk, it being a good day, and had finished sparring with each other some time ago. To cool down they'd gone outside—and it was nice, not too hot either. It had been a quiet walk, broken eventually by Giyuu who spoke up.

"Around a month ago, you asked me about... our... relationship? To each other?" he said, trying to remember the words they had used.

"Go on," Obanai urged.

Giyuu nodded slowly. "Well you told me that after maybe a month I could decide whether or not I'd want to be anything more, or just not have anything to do with you."

Obanai let out a breath. "Are you going to keep us waiting?"

A ghost of a smile formed on Giyuu's face. "Sorry."

"Just hurry up," Sanemi said impatiently. He had been waiting longest, after all. Had liked Giyuu way before Obanai and had waiting for months for Obanai to accept this, then to fall for Giyuu too, and then for Giyuu to come to terms with his decision.

"Right. I think... I think I feel the same," Giyuu informed them. "I liked spending the month with you two and... and I can see myself with you—romantically—if you'd still have any lingering interest in me." His words were delivered curtly, switching to his usual self as nervousness took over.

Sanemi scoffed. "Lingering interest? Bitch—I still feel the same. Stop being so fucking insecure or whatever it is," he said, crossing his arms.

Obanai mimicked his pose, nodding along. "What he said."

Giyuu's lips twitched into a supressed smile despite himself. "Alright..."

"So are you saying you're willing to date it, though?" Obanai clarified, wanting to make sure.

Giyuu nodded. "I think so."

"Think? Can you be more specific," Obanai huffed.

"Fine. Yes, I am saying that," Giyuu corrected.

Obanai gave a satisfied nod and glanced at Sanemi.

"Then... we're dating?" Obanai said quietly, unsure if that's what it meant.

"Hell yes," Sanemi replied confidently, swinging an arm around Giyuu and another around Obanai before pulling them into an awkwardly uncomfortable embrace, laughing as they squirmed.

"You're a lot nicer to me now," Giyuu remarked as Sanemi let go.

"What, do you hate it? I can be mean to you, if you want," Sanemi said, slapping the back of Giyuu's head.

"...I prefer you nicer," Giyuu mumbled, rubbing his neck.

Sanemi smirked. "Then don't complain."

"I wasn't complaining!"

"I feel oddly left out of this conversation," Obanai cut in, arms crossed.

Giyuu glanced at him. "Welcome to the club."

"Oh, shut up. You purposefully go out of your way to not talk to anyone. I don't do that."

"Fair enough."

Sanemi put a hand on both of their heads, patting them. "Let's go somewhere where we don't risk Uzui randomly popping up."

"We can go to my house?" Giyuu offered.

"Lead the way, Tomioka," Sanemi said and the three set off.

And then their relationship tilted and went much further in a spiral of emotions both sweet and bitter, leaving them in dizzying entrancements in the others' hands, lost in the darkest depths of their gaze. The relationship seemed to open up a lot of trust in each other, reopening past wounds on display for the other two to see. At first, it was a bit iffy and they tread carefully in the shallow waters of the shore of an ocean of trust. As time went on, their trust was built upon hundreds of many stepping stones.

Obanai was, maybe, the first to depict his trust to them in obvious ways. Given that Sanemi was the only of his boyfriends to know about his scar, he had to make Giyuu turn away or force him to wear a blindfold in order to gain a kiss. It irritated him to the point he pushed away his doubts and showed Giyuu his scar.

It had gone rather smoothly, such as Sanemi's. Giyuu still had trouble coming across with his emotions and tended to push them down or at least away from his expression. So his shock was barely there and he quickly recovered from it, placing a tender kiss along the rough crevice of skin along Obanai's jaw. Sanemi had been there to supervise, in case anything went wrong, but it all went by quite quickly and the three found themselves waking up entangled in each other's limbs, having fallen asleep in what would pass off as an embrace.

At first, they had kept their relationship a secret. But it got tiring having to restrain themself from throwing their arms around one of their boyfriend's whenever they met, so they stopped trying. They ignored any remarks about their relationship—though they weren't blind to them, knowing full well that the other Hashira were in complete perplexity over this—and went on with showing mild affection in front of others. They, of course, didn't want to put their full relationship in display, so kept it at minimum.

Weeks crept past them, sometimes slowly, other times quickly. It was a gradual process of time that brought the three to a point which they felt they could depict the worst parts of themself and still feel safe in the comfort of their lovers' arms. Their ups and downs were experienced together and many times it was simply just the quiet presence of the other two that brought them feeling infinitely better.

However, its often said that good things never last. And it came quite suddenly, in fact. One minute, they were talking quietly amongst each other, slowly departing to their mission. Next minute they were admist a battle between Uppermoons, the loss of their master weighing them down. And last thing they knew, they were no longer three anymore. Sanemi and Giyuu found themselves the last remaining Hashira.

For a couple weeks, they spent their time in the Butterfly Estate, crawling towards recovery. But neither felt much of the need for that, really. Obanai was gone. Everyone was gone. It was just them, now. The two of them, all alone. It really felt like that sometimes. And the silence of the makeshift hospital ward was deafening. There was endless time to be lost in thought but it often ended up with one of them in near tears, trying their best not to appear weak in front of Aoi who was much younger than them with many losses, yet pushing herself to the limits to tend to the hundreds of injured Demon Slayers.

Giyuu healed first. His injuries were lighter, despite having lost half his arm, he had lost considerably less blood than Sanemi. He wandered about aimlessly, wanting to go back to Sanemi but knowing he would probably be met with his sleeping lover. Several points in this time, he would go to the Hashira's graves. He, with the occasional help of the Uzui's, would pick flowers and arrange bouquets or make flower crowns to pass his time. He would place them onto the graves of the Hashira, and sometimes on the rank-and-file Demon Slayers as well. And Obanai's. Especially Obanai's.

Kaburamaru had been deposited to Giyuu at one point, knowing that he had been dating Obanai before—Sanemi had been far too tender to give the snake to, having nearly crossed the line between life and death—and Giyuu would place Kaburamaru beside the gravestone as he arranged the flowers methodically. He would talk quietly to himself, imagining he was speaking to Obanai.

Obanai had never been keen on words, but he listened. He didn't mind, he said. As long as he didn't have to respond.

So Giyuu would continue going there by himself day after day. Given his many, many times of solidarity, he would have an unhealthy amount to himself to think. And his thoughts often subsided in the worst ways possible. He would speak his thoughts to Obanai's grave sometimes, trying to pretend that Obanai was in his arms, listening. But it never worked.

When Sanemi was let out, Giyuu considered telling Sanemi how he felt. But he denied himself the possibility. Sanemi would be disappointed, and he was probably dealing with worse as he had also lost Genya. So he would bury himself in Sanemi's chest, trying not to cry as guilt filled his mind to the brim. Why was he here? Why not Obanai? Obanai deserved to be here with Sanemi more than Giyuu did. It just made more sense. Obanai and Sanemi had known each other for longer—at least had been closer for considerably longer. They had even dated long before Giyuu had intervened in their relationship. So why was it that Obanai died? Why not Giyuu?

And Sanemi would be silent, unaware of the thoughts flooding Giyuu's brain. His arms would rest around Giyuu's shoulder, eyes closed and head tilted back. They would be like this often. Silent. In fact, Giyuu wasn't the only thinking like this. Sanemi's thoughts ran quite similarly, his mind working up the hundreds of different ways things could've gone differently, wishing he hadn't been so incompetent.

The unfiltered thoughts got to their heads eventually. Nestling a small space in their minds and expanding their homes until all they could think about was how worthless they were.

Their katanas had been put away, thrown into a closet of some sort. They didn't need them anymore but the swords had been such an intimate part of their lives that they couldn't bear to get rid of them.

The katanas resurfaced, however. Unsheathed. The blades, pulling their skin taut. For a moment, it hovered over their arm, or their leg, or their chest, unwilling to make a mark. Not another.

But then it was done. Blood spilling freely. It came as a momentary relief. They were feeling pain, they deserved the pain. But then it only stung, a harsh reminder that they were stupid.

Neither knew of each other's own hurting, though both felt similarly. For a long time, they simply avoided the topic of the gradually growing amount of bloody bandages in the trash. The towels, originally white but now pink from stained blood. They spoke nothing of it. Not until Tengen came along to check on them. Both were tired and weary, momentarily forgetting everything they wished to hide from everyone but themself.

Tengen had walked in and taken one look at them. Then he'd excused himself to the bathroom, stalking back with a roll of bandages he's supposedly gotten from the counter.

He had been furious and it hadn't taken long for Sanemi and Giyuu to realize that something was about to happen.

He had confronted them about the blood, made both Sanemi and Giyuu admit that they were hurting themselves, hauled them to the Butterfly Estate, chastised them the whole time Aoi tended to their wounds, then promptly moved in temporarily in their house.

Giyuu and Sanemi were both, somehow, shocked at the revelation that their partner was doing what they were themself.

When they had been let home, the two had cuddled for a bit, silence casting over the room as their thoughts mulled.

"Are you okay, Giyuu?" Sanemi murmured, after a while.

Giyuu nestled closer against his chest, eyes closed. "Are you?"

"Should we really answer this?" Sanemi said quietly, closing his own eyes and resting his head against Giyuu's.

"Not if we want an honest answer."

Sanemi hummed in agreement, tilting his head down to press a fleeting kiss on Giyuu's forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't notice before."

"I could say the same."

Sanemi tugged Giyuu up, opening his eyes. "Why were you doing it, Giyuu?"

Giyuu frowned. "Obanai."

Sanemi's jaw tensed at the name. "Be more specific."

"I feel bad. Obanai saved my life during the battle at one point. At another, I was too late to save him. If it wasn't for Inosuke or Zenitsu or Kanao or whoever had moved him out of the way, he would've died. I wasn't helpful, and probably one of the reasons he did die," Giyuu mumbled. He felt a small sense of relief upon speaking these words. Often in the past, only saying what was bothering him felt like a huge weight had been lifted from him. He hadn't wanted to bother Sanemi, so he'd said nothing. But now it gave him a sense of nostolgia, hitting him right through his heart. He let out a breath. "And for you...?"

Sanemi was silent for a moment. When he spoke, he had completely changed the subject. "You know... you're talking a lot more now."

Giyuu tilted his head up, blinking, confused, at his boyfriend. "Huh?"

"Did you know that I fell in love with you because of your voice?" Sanemi murmured.

"No... I don't know why you ever liked me," Giyuu admitted.

Sanemi huffed. "Don't be an idiot, there's plenty to like about you."

"You changed the subject, Sanemi."

"I don't want to talk about that."

Giyuu gave in. "Fine. Go on."

"Well, I liked your voice because it always sounded so... smooth. Elegant, maybe. It fit your breathing form—water. It flowed like water and I loved it. Do you remember when I asked you to speak?" Sanemi asked, nudging Giyuu's head up to kiss him gently.

"I was confused why you told me to. I thought you wanted to berate me for having a quiet voice or something," Giyuu whined, remembering his confusion.

Sanemi laughed softly. It felt awkward, his face moving with muscles he hadn't prodded in a while now. The smile faded from his lips slowly. "I would play your voice over and over in my head. I really wanted to hear you say my name."

"Shinazugawa?"

"No. Sanemi. I don't know, it just... belongs more to me," Sanemi mumbled. "Shinazugawa is my family name, almost everyone calls me that. I didn't want to hear it from you."

Giyuu gazed at him. There was a sort of longing in Sanemi's voice, as if he had turned back to the past and found himself wishing the same thing as he had then. "I can say your name all you want, Sanemi," Giyuu said gently. "Do you like hearing your name? Sanemi? I like saying it."

Sanemi's cheeks were powdered pink and he shifted, pulling Giyuu on top of him as he gazed up at the cealing. "I do like hearing it. From you, specifically."

There was a moment's pause.

"Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"How did Obanai start to like me?"

Sanemi gave this consideration, heart throbbing at the thought of Obanai. He didn't want to think about this. But Giyuu asked—he wanted Giyuu to be happier. So he'd give him anything now. "I told him that I liked you. He didn't like you for a while, but he let me like you."

Giyuu frowned. "Did he ever like me, or did he just play along then?"

Sanemi shook his head. "No, no, he did like you. He fell for you too, eventually. But he never told me much about it. He just said he was starting to see what I saw in you. A bit after that we asked you out, and you know the rest."

Giyuu nodded. "Obanai never talked a lot so I didn't really know what he did or didn't like about me."

"Would you have changed if he told you his opinions?"

Giyuu shifted guiltily. "Maybe?"

Sanemi sighed. "I noticed you deliberately adapting to my wants. I was more talkative than both of you, probably. I'm not stupid, though. I could tell you were trying to change yourself."

"...well I wanted the best for you," Giyuu protested.

Sanemi mussed his hair with his good hand. "The best for me is whatever's best for you."

Giyuu huffed but didn't protest any further. He propped himself up by the elbows, gazing down at Sanemi, his hair falling from his shoulders. "Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Sanemi's expression softened. "I love you too."

"I also love Obanai," Giyuu added.

"...I love him too," Sanemi murmured.

"Sanemi?"

"What is it?"

Giyuu paused. "You haven't told me why you were... that." He motioned vaguely to Sanemi's chest where scars much too recent creviced his skin in a raw red.

Sanemi's lips tugged into a frown. "It's... it's nothing."

"Sanemi! I told you why I was doing it, you have to tell me why you were."

"...fine. I'll keep it brief." Sanemi reached up, pulling Giyuu back down. "Genya and Obanai."

"Huh?"

"I understand where you're going at with your explanation for Obanai. If I think about it, I can pin point several times I could've jumped in which probably would've saved Genya's life—whether or not it took my own. Same for Obanai. Kanzaki was saying something about it, but I wasn't really listening. Survivor's guilt, she said. She said that sometimes it feels better to have died than to have survived."

Giyuu nodded slowly. "It's not your fault, Sanemi."

"It's not yours either."

There was a silence—neither comfortable nor awkward. More thoughtful, both consumed in their minds.

"Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna see Obanai's grave with me later? We can go to Genya's after," Giyuu suggested.

"...alright. Tomorrow, though. I'm tired."

Giyuu hummed in agreement, nuzzling his neck as his eyes fluttered close. "Tomorrow."

"I love you."

"Love you... both."

A pause. I love you.

Obanai's grave was covered in flowers, most colorful that could be found. Every day they were replaced with fresh ones, the old ones buried like Obanai.

I love you.

Obanai.

×××

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When you write endlessly more than you'd planned to

this was supposed to only be 1k words! Wth 😭

I liked writing it tho <3

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0verthemo0n · 2 months ago

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this is what you wanted... right?

This all happened in my dream. I thought of making it and also adding things that weren't in my dream. I hope you enjoy

Warning: deaths, really sad, i think, please don't get angry at me it was a dream, please!!!, there will be a part 2. EDit: Sorry, but the reader is not born yet by bad.

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Ramattra won, he defeated The Talon and their corrupted leader, ending their vile schemes, a perfect punishment for taking the life of his fallen brother, Mondatta. Next, he took down overwatch, forcing those to disband.

However, some chose to fight back, but none won the battle and perished. The first to go down was Reinhardt. He refused to disband and try to fight ramattra. Although Reinhardt had many advantages, he failed to realize ramattra was more tactical than a brute.

Brigitte quickly joined in the fight and tried to save Reinhardt. Torbjourn screamed at her name, trying to stop her from getting killed, ramattra never intended to hurt or kill her, but she got into the heat of the battle, the last thing she ever saw was ramattra fist.

Torbjourn saw his daughter's head get splattered from impact, this caused torbjourn to go rogue and tried to kill ramattra.

Ramattra felt sorry for the old man, a parent should've have never watch their children die before them, he gave torbjourn a quick death.

"I am sorry" ramattra spoke, he indeed felt somewhat guilty, looking down at torbjourn dead corpse, he carries torbjourn's corpse placing him next to his daughter, hoping in the afterlife they can hold each-other again.

The rest of the overwatch heroes disbanded, some went vigilante while others try to live a normal life. Pariah and Ana argued about not stopping ramattra, Ana kept convincing her not to go rogue, but Pariah never listened.

Tracer tries to live a normal life with her girlfriend, as her girlfriend comforts her. Knowing tracer like the back of her hand.

Other heroes like Winston kept trying to bring back overwatch together but no one listened only tracer and Mei, juno thought of joining in, but Mei quickly stops her, not wanting to put her to danger.

Everything was normal but not the same like before....

back to what happened, with other factions

Vishkar was sort of different. They secretly try to work with ramattra but ramattra was no fool, he saw how corrupted they were, believing they were worse than Talon themselves. When he told them to change their ways, some refused and not even a month or week, the cooperation shut down quickly. No one knows what happened to them.

But junkers had the worst, for none made it out Alive, all the junkers were ripped apart by omnics seeking out revenge and hatred, many were humiliated, killed, and tortured. Junkrat, roadhog tried to protect the queen but were killed in the process.

The champion himself was forced to leave but he refused and fought back only for his sphere to get destroyed and now is a hamster in the cage... atleast they feed him well ...

And lastly junker queen, was humiliated by ramattra, she was more difficult but with the help but all his allies it didn't take long for ramattra to break her and give her a gruesome death.

After many wars, forcing many governments and militaries to give up, ramattra begins a new era with a help of Maximilian on his side, of course Ramattra knew how much a greedy omnic he is but ramattra needed him to get more factions to work with him, and Maximilian was good at that.

Years went on and on, and a few heroes passed away, including hammond. Null Sector became bigger and bigger and made a few companies and companions. But Ramattra's grew more corrupted by so much power. It made him too prideful and a cruel leader.

But that change when Zenyatta showed up to Ramattra office, Ramattra was delighted and hoping his brother would show up. Ramattra, let's Zenyatta enters the building

Zenyatta looks around. The inside looks dull with purples highlights and, of course, weapons and armor, two big omnics lead Zenyatta to Ramattra office.

"Brother..." A deep, raspy voice, the office door opens for zenyatta, the two omnics leave to go back guarding the entrance of null Sector. Ramattra stands tall but relaxed.

Ramattra leads his brother in his office, zenyatta sits on one of the chairs, a little surprised how comfortable the chair is... has a nice look, too.

But ramattra looked different. He was more buffer and slightly bigger. He changed his old monk clothes, it was no longer orange but purple but greyish. It looked more fancy and authority like, with armor bracers that had purple highlights, and of course, the Null Sector symbol on the right armor shoulder plate.

At first, everything was going well, until zenyatta mentioned how his rules were... not suitable for humans, and that slightly ticked ramattra. The argument was calm, but it went on and on and more heated. Zenyatta tried to reason, but Ramattra kept trying to counter it.

"Brother, this isn't to you offend. Your rules are hurting them. They're slowly dying," Zenyatta said, his voice was calm but trying to make ramattra understand that his rules were ruthless.

"My rules are to make omnics live a better life" ramattra snarls, he's not letting zenyatta win this argument.

"But are harming the human life aswell" Zenyatta counters back, he hopes ramattra can understand but ramattra was stubborn to understand.

"Then they will have to adapt, and bare it" ramattra said with no hesitation.

"Adapt to a rule that can never truly be adapted" Zenyatta said, his voice sounding more and disappointed.

The argument kept getting gor heated, to the point ramattra lashes out, something Zenyatta was not ready, and something ramattra will regret for the rest of his life.

Zenyatta didn't had time to dodge, or block as he felt his faceplate hit by ramattra fist, this impact blasted him few feet away, Ramattra realizing what he done, he quickly ran up to his brother.

But Zenyatta got up by himself up and lifted his hand to stop Ramattra from getting near him. And slowly, Zenyatta turns to look at Ramattra...

Ramattra looked at his brother he felt guilt all over him. If his faceplate could make emotions it would be in shock.

Zenyatta faceplate was not only damaged, but the left side of Zenyatta optic was destroyed. The circuit was sparking slightly but soon stopped.

Zenyatta didn't really think ramattra could go this far but now he does.

"B... Brother i-" Ramattra was cut off by Zenyatta lifting his hand up once again, Zenyatta finally realized that the Brother he knew is no longer himself and grew to be too prideful like doomfist himself.

"No... t-t-there's no need... I've b-B-believed my presence c-c-Caused enough trouble as it d-ddid.... I'll take my leave... B-b-Brother..." Zenyatta spoke, even his voice box was broken from the harsh impact, his voice sounding glitchy.

Zenyatta slowly walks out of his office all the way out of Null Sector. Some omnics seemed to know what happened and went to check if ramattra was alright, which ramattra brushed them off.

Once he was alone again, he looked out the window. He slowly walked to his right, leading himself to a giant screen, he looks at the screen, revealing the city he created. He saw omnics living the life they wanted, while the humans who also lived but their isn't much like it use to be.

There was hardly a single human around, only two or three but not enough, he sees a human, teenager walking only to gett dragged into the alleyways. He can already tell what will happen next.

He keeps watching the screen, showing many ways of humans dying. Some were innocent others were not.

It's slowly and slowly started to look... similar...

To human violence...

Ramattra looks down at his curved staff, holding the orb of discord...

His optics were on the orb, then slowly looking back at the screen...

He won, but not in the way he hoped for...

Zenyatta travels once again, helping others. Many ask for guidance, and others brush him off.

His travels were difficult, but he managed. When he finally found a spot to rest, he looked up at the sky, the stars were everywhere once again, and the city lights were gone.

Both omnics wonder...

Will they see each other again.... or will violence break them apart forever...

#ramattra #overwatch #overwatch ramattra #ramattra overwatch #ramattra ow #zenyatta #zenyatta overwatch #zenyatta ow #overwatch zenyatta #i made like two ocs or something #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #zenyatta x reader #zenyatta x you #part two will be coming #but for now i sleep #reader is not born yet oof #i don't know the lore sorry

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sentientcave · 1 month ago

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Let's Riot!

When the Reader St arena gets bought out from under them by Morgan’s vengeful ex, Pippa Graves, The Reader St Riots suddenly find themselves without a practice space. Pippa may say she’ll play nice, but Morgan knows that she’ll either have to get back under Pippa’s manicured thumb or the whole team will be out on their ass in no time. Problem is, the only other practice space around that’s not booked up to the tits belongs to Jo Price, captain of the Femme41, and well… Morgan has a bit of ugly history with her too.

Still, Jo’s at least a little more reasonable than Pippa, and Morgan may hate to beg, but she’d hate to see the Riots disbanded more. And well, maybe there’s room for a little cooperation, especially when their teams get along so well.

Contains: Lesbians! Almost everyone is a woman (Alex is NB and there are like. A few men mentioned.) and most of them are gay, OCs: Readers and OCs from a bunch of my projects and also Bambi and Bricks who belong to the esteemed @dragonnarrative-writes , Roller Derby!, complicated dating histories, this is just a fun little palette cleanser because I got sad working on one of my other projects lmao, alcohol consumption, cannabis consumption

~3k - 18+ MDNI

“Frank, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Come on, sweetheart, calm down—”

“I am calm!” Morgan snapped.

Chelsea quickly put an arm in front of Morgan and dragged her back a step. Calling Morgan sweetheart was a great shortcut to her blowing her top. “You are definitely not calm.” She looked back at Frank. He stood between them and the doors to the arena, a short, balding man that looked a bit sweaty and nervous in the low light. “You couldn’t give us any notice?”

“Look, I’ll return your deposits for the month—”

“That’s not the issue!” Morgan's brown eyes flashed with fury, her jaw tight, like she wanted to bite the man, which would be distinctly unhelpful.

Chelsea dragged her back another step. “It is a little the issue. What happened? We’ve never had any trouble, we’ve always paid on time, there’s no reason why you’d drop us like this.”

“New owners,” he said weakly. “I’m sorry, they cancelled everyone. You were just at the bottom of the call list, and you got here before I could.”

“New owners! Since when was it for sale?”

“Hell if I know. They don’t tell me shit either. All I know is that Gerry came in here with some blond bi—" He thought twice about his wording, giving Morgan another nervous glance. "--Woman and she’s the boss now.”

Morgan walked in a tight circle, looking up at the sky, hands on her hips. This wasn’t happening. It didn’t have to be her. Maybe it was some other blond woman with money to burn. “Fuck.”

The doors behind Frank opened. “Oh, hey sugar,” a too-familiar voice rang out, southern accent distinctive. “Fancy meetin' you here.”

Morgan turned around sharply. “Pippa.”

Chelsea groaned. “Oh here we go.”

“Go back to your office, Frank. I think I’ve got this from here.” Phillipa Graves patted Frank on the shoulder and walked past him. “Morgan, I’ve missed you. You never return my calls anymore.”

“Is that what this is about?” Morgan shifted her grip on her bag, glancing toward the parking lot. Bricks and Doll were lingering at the edge, talking to each other and looking back with worried expressions. They knew the history between Morgan and Pippa well enough to be wary of what might happen next. “You’re gonna steal our practice space because I won’t call you back?”

“Aw, honey, don’t be like that. We’re all big girls. I figure we can learn to share. Why don’t you join us tonight? And early next week we can grab dinner and make a new schedule. I’m sure there’s a way to make sure we’re all… satisfied.” Pippa twisted one of Morgan’s curls around her finger, leaning in close. Even ready for practice, she looked perfect as always, more like she was about to model for a roller skate advertisement than actually practice. Sleek blonde hair swept back in a low braid, a tight pink tank top, leggings that clung to her thighs, pads on, skates off, preparation interrupted by all the fuss she was certainly expecting.

“I’m the one that does the scheduling, usually,” Chelsea interjected. “Maybe it’s us that should get dinner.”

“If you like,” Pippa said smoothly, barely sparing Chelsea a glance. “The more the merrier, of course. Though I do have some personal business to talk over with Morgan too. Suppose it can wait.” She tapped Morgan under the chin with her first knuckle. “Come on, sugar, practice with us. We’re not so bad. And you’re all already here, ain’t you?”

“We’ll have to talk it over.”

“Course. Y’all come on in when you’re done talkin’.” Pippa winked at Morgan and sauntered back inside.

Chelsea sighed, elbowing Morgan as they walked over to the others. The rest of the team had gathered around Bricks, her height marked among the group of shorter women. “You’re gonna have to sleep with her.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “I’d really rather not.”

“She’s not going to be reasonable,” Billie pointed out. “She’s pure evil. She’s the head of the PTA at Ellie’s school, and she runs that shit like the navy. She’s gonna bend us over a barrel to get what she wants.”

“Have you ever tried not having antagonistic relationships with your exes?” Bricks asked. “Because that’s what I do, and no one has bought a whole arena just to fuck with me.”

“Yet,” Doll said reassuringly. “It could still happen.”

“The whole team is awful,” Bambi said. “One of them works in my office, and she’s a real— Well, I don’t like her.”

“Harsh words, DB.” Bricks propped her hands on her hips. “We can suck it up for one night, a free practice is a free practice. And if you have to flutter your eyelashes at her the whole time, you’re gonna do it.” She pointed at Morgan accusingly. “This is your fault.”

“It is not!”

“It is,” Chelsea said solemnly, fixing her pink bun from on top of her head to low on the nape of her neck to fit under her helmet. “Pussy game is clearly too strong. Maybe try being a worse fuck.”

“She can’t.” Bricks gently turned Morgan around so that she was facing the doors, and nudged her forward a step. “She doesn’t know how.”

Chelsea turned fully toward the others, walking backward. “Alright, drills only, we’re not going to let them goad us into a scrimmage, they’re gonna play dirty as hell with no refs, and we can’t afford an injury this close to a game. Keep it loose, and if anyone hassles you, come to me, or come to Bricks. Do not tell Morgan or she’s gonna punch someone and we’re gonna lose our space for good.”

“I’m not!”

Bricks laughed and caught Chelsea’s arm, spinning her before she hit the edge of the door. “Yes you are, Morgan. Stay on your best behaviour. Maybe even try being charming.”

Bunny nudged Dancer, grinning. “If you’d joined up last year, like I told you to, you could have been here for the whole explosion. It was great.”

“Great?” Billie asked, raising her eyebrows. “Were we watching the same breakup?”

Bricks glanced over her shoulder warningly. “Save it for drinks, ladies, or Morgan’s gonna make us skate line drills till we drop.”

They dropped their bags along the benches and geared up, watching the Shadows zip around the track. The Shadows were mean, not just on the track, but off too, in that sugar sweet way that left you wondering if you were just reading into it. They were a pretty well-rounded team, and coordinated, thanks to Pippa. She did nothing in half-measures. It seemed impossible that she’d be able to raise children, run school events, coach a junior team as well as an adult one, somehow have a job on top, and still have time to run around keeping two relationships secret from each other for nearly eight months, but Pippa was the kind of woman who really could have it all.

The Riots were… A good team. Pippa had poached two of their players during the breakup drama, and Pepper had moved back home to take care of her grandmother, and they were still trying to get back to where they had been a year ago. Kitten Caboodle and Break Dancer were pretty solid for fresh meat, but with a small team and only four of them with more than a few years experience, it was rough going out there. Hard not to get demoralized when Kortac had beaten them 240 to 60 during their last game. No one’s fault really— Bunny and Sweetpea had been out sick and neither Kitty or Dancer were prepared to jam more than a few rounds with players that rough. They’d gotten shaken, so Morgan and Billie had done most of the jams. Nobody and Freddie Kruger had just torn right through their weakened pack while Morgan and Bill tried to wrestle their way past Queenie.

Once Dancer and Kitty got more confident, they’d be hard to catch. Kitty was tiny, and Dancer was agile, but they both needed more time. Doll and Bambi, who had joined a little over a year ago had turned out to be a highly effective set of blockers— Small, but sturdy and hard to knock down. When they were out on the track with Bricks or Chelsea, they were nigh impossible to get past, which would leave their fourth blocker free to assist the jammer, in an ideal world.

The ideal world simply had five more players in it. Maybe more, since no one but Morgan and Bricks made it to every game.

Later on, worn out and sweaty from practice, crammed into the biggest booth at a diner that was roughly equidistant between everyone’s homes and the arena (and the young man that worked the fryers had a massive crush on Sweetpea, which meant everyone got more fries), they debriefed.

“That’s gonna be tricky for me to stomach long term,” Morgan admitted. “I’m gonna sleep with Pip if I have to be too nice.”

“You don’t actually have to sleep with her, you know,” Bricks said.

“No… I’m gonna.”

“We can find somewhere else,” Billie suggested. “I don’t want Morgan and Pip to get back together, it was so annoying when they were. All in favour of Morgan not fucking Pippa, say aye.” She raised her hand to note the measure.

“Aye,” they intoned together, all raising their hands as well.

“Simone says the Femme41 practice out of Jo’s warehouse now. Pippa did the same thing to them eight months ago. I bet they’d let us skate there.” Bricks tossed another fry into her mouth. “If someone behaves herself.”

Morgan scoffed. “It’s impossible for me to date another one of her girlfriends, her relationships hardly last the weekends now.”

Bunny mouthed the word Pippa at Kitty and Dancer.

“Then you won’t have a problem asking her,” Chelsea said. “Maybe bake her something nice as an overture. A pie or something. You make good pies.”

Morgan winced. “We have a game against them this weekend. We could ask her all together.”

Billie shook her head. “No, this one’s on you. Captain to captain conversation. You have Chelsea’s schedule key, you can negotiate for a time that works.”

“And if she says no? She hates my guts.”

“Wear something low cut and bake her a pie,” Bricks suggested. “Maybe just go wearing nothing but an apron.”

“I’ve got one that says Born To Be A Lesbian Housewife,” Doll said. “You can borrow it. It’s very frilly.”

Bambi giggled. “I’ve got one that says Vagitarian.”

Doll laughed too, knocking her head against Bambi’s shoulder. “That’s way better, Morgan, borrow that one.”

"I'm not going to-- Did you people hear me when I said she hates my guts?"

"She still has eyes, Morgan," Bricks said. "And you have nice tits."

"If you don't sort this out, we might have to disband to other teams. And I don't want to. I like you guys." Chelsea looped an arm around Kitty. "We started this team because we wanted to get together and have fun and challenge ourselves without it getting so damn competitive or mean. Bill and I are not going back to the Shadows, and there's no way Bricks wants to go back to Kortac. So put on your big girl panties and a cute dress, and charm Jo into sharing the warehouse with us. Got it?"

"Got it." Morgan sank back into her seat with a groan. I'll talk to her after work tomorrow."

"Good," Billie said, a note of finality in her voice. "Now, did anyone else watch Game of Dragons last night? I have opinions."

By the time Morgan got home, walked Laika, showered, ate cold leftovers out of the fridge and stepped out on her balcony with a joint, it was well past dark, and she was bone tired. Jo was out on her own balcony, feet up, smoking a cigar. She was a thick, barrel chested woman, wearing a tank top and jeans, cigar in one hand, glass of whiskey in the other. Her hair was longer than usual, tucked behind her ears, like she'd been growing it out. It had been a while since Morgan saw her without a hat on.

They acknowledged each other with a curt nod, and Morgan settled into her swing chair, tucking her feet up underneath her. Laika went to the railing to give Jo the biggest, saddest eyes she could.

Jo maybe didn't like Morgan much, but it was hard not to like Laika. The big goofy rottweiler loved almost everyone, and knew exactly how to get what she wanted (big sad eyes, a few pathetic whines, a raised paw, if need be). It was only a minute before Jo was up and leaning over the railing to give Laika a pet.

Usually they didn't speak. The smallest things seemed to spark up into fights between them, and Morgan found it was easier just to keep their interactions to a minimum.

So it was a surprise when Jo spoke first. "Rough night?"

"Yeah. You could say that."

"Want to talk about it?"

“Thank you for pretending to care, but not really.” She grimaced. It really was the perfect opportunity to ask, but it was hard to shake the habit of brushing Jo off.

Jo snorted. “You know, I really preferred fightin’ to this cold shoulder treatment.”

“That’s because you’re a disagreeable sort of woman.”

“That’s the spirit, pet. But you can do better than that. C’mere.”

Morgan glared at her. “No. I’m good where I am actually.” She looked the other way, puffing on the joint. She could ask tomorrow. She wasn’t in a mood to deal with anyone else tonight. Having to smile and play nice with Pippa had been bad enough. She needed a good sleep before she could even pretend to be friendly to anyone else.

She startled when Jo’s thick fingers plucked the joint out of her hand. “Hey! I didn’t invite you over here.”

“Your weed’s better than mine.”

“Probably because I grow it myself. What do you want?”

Jo sat down on the solid little coffee table in front of Morgan, holding her cigar and whiskey glass in one hand. She leaned forward, glass resting lightly on her knee, bleeding condensation into the denim. Mixed drink, then, not straight whiskey. Jo drank the better stuff neat. “Pip called me today.”

“Oh yeah?”

Jo hummed, offering the joint back, blue eyes stern. “Don’t be coy, if you’re fuckin’ her again I’d rather know than get blindsided bumpin’ into her in the hallway.”

“Did she tell you we were?”

Jo’s jaw clenched tight. “She said she was lookin’ forward to seein’ you tonight.”

“Well I’m sure it was super nice for her. She bought my team’s arena. I am gonna have to start fucking her if I want to keep our usual practice slots. She made that… Well about as clear as she ever makes anything.” Morgan handed the joint over again. “So not very, but I still got the gist of it.” She scrunched up Laika’s ears, humming. Laika’s tail solidly thumped against Jo’s shin, bridging the space between them.

“Extortionist,” Jo scoffed.

“Yeah. Pretty much. Bricks said you might take pity on us if I asked nicely. I know you practice out of your warehouse.” Morgan lifted her eyes back up to Jo’s face.

“Is this you askin’ nicely?” Jo leaned forward slightly, her soft stomach spilling over her belt a bit, biceps flexing as she leaned more weight on her arms. “You can do better than that. Not so much as a please.”

“It was not me asking nicely. I had no intention of talking to you until tomorrow, and I’m still not asking until I’ve had at least four hours of uninterrupted sleep.”

“Surprised you’d come to me.”

Morgan looked away first, just like she always did. Jo had an intensity to her that was hard to match, blue eyes drilling into her own like she was looking for faults she could use to crack her open entirely. It was much easier to study the freckles on the top of her shoulder, just above the pinup girl sitting on the curve of a crescent moon that looked rather a lot like her ex wife, Sadie. “I wouldn’t if I had literally any other option. But I have to admit that you are slightly more tolerable than Pippa. Even if you do park half in my spot and fuck squealing college girls at all hours of the night.”

“You don’t need the space. You have a bike.”

“So that gives you the right to park your big-dick pickup truck wherever you please?”

“Sure does, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart! We have one conversation that doesn’t make me want to punch you, and you have to ruin it.”

She grinned, shifting back again. “Not being very nice to someone you want to ask a favour from.”

“I’m not asking the favour until tomorrow. I’m too grumpy to be nice tonight. You invited yourself over and plopped yourself down in front of me and started smoking my weed.” This was not helpful. Why did Jo always manage to get her this worked up? She drew in a centring breath. “No, you’re right, I should be nicer.”

"I did bogart your joint," Jo conceded. "That's on me." Rather than hand it back, she took a long drag, the cherry burning bright all the way down to the folded cardboard filter, and dropped the remains in the ashtray. She leaned forward again, cupping the back of Morgan's neck with a strong hand, and blew smoke directly into Morgan's face. She grinned wickedly when Morgan spluttered a bit. "What's wrong, pet? Thought you wanted me to share better."

"Maybe I am better off negotiating with Pippa," Morgan grumbled, swatting Jo's hand away.

"Hm. Maybe. Why don't you think about how you'll ask me about practice space tomorrow, and I'll get out of your hair." Jo stood up, gave Laika another pat, and climbed back over to her side of the balcony without another word.

Morgan ushered Laika inside, fuming again, and furiously got ready for bed.

She was sure of one thing; Jo Price was going to make a truce between them nigh impossible.

Title card made on Canva - Image Credits: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 (Stickers are Canva assets) Dividers by @/cafekitsune

#Cave Writing #Calling them the Femme41 is very funny to me because most of them are big hot butches tbh #If you guys want me to make a character appendix with everyone's names/derby names and stories? let me know #COD MW fanfic #yet again the distance from there to here... Immense #141 x OCs (various pairings)#OC x OC (various)#OC: Morgan #Dragon OC: Ronnie “Bricks” Mason #OC: Chelsea Wren #OC: Sweetpea #OC: Doll #Dragon OC: Bambi #OC: Billie #OC: Kitty #God there's so many of them #Jo Price #Phillippa “Pippa” Graves #Fem!141 #Roller Derby AU #Civilian AU #OC: Bunny #OC: Dancer #Bunny and Dancer are from 2 separate cyberpunk universes #And Kitty is from an Omegaverse fic but she is also featured in Honey It's Alright #lmao So many OCs #More of the Femme41 soon #fun fact I have that helmet #also I know those aren't derby skates cut me some slack I'm dealing with free images online lmao #Let's Riot!

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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years ago

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Question

Whats everyones heights? It kinda get confusing can you help a Black person ineed?? 😭

LMAOOO

Dw friend I gotchu (and I'm sorry it's confusing 😥 i should've made it clear)

Disclaimer: Alot of the heights have changed from canon because I said so, and I really had to think on this because this is set in stone for rest of the time I write for Sweetheart 🤭 so I have to go back to edit some posts🧍‍♀️ LOL

Shortest to tallest-

Roach: 5'8

Rodolfo: 5'10

Soap: 5'11

Gaz: 6'0

Graves: 6'0

Horangi: 6'1

Price: 6'2

Alex: 6'3

Alejandro: 6'3 ½

Keegan: 6'4

Ghost: 6'4

Sweetheart: 6'5

König: 6'10

Krueger: 7'1

AND just to make things clear, I'll also go into the backstory (because I don't want people to be confused)

Task Force 141 consists of: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Sweetheart, Alex, Roach, Horangi, König

(Keegan comes and goes)

Shadow Company consists of: Graves, Krueger

Los Vaqueros consists of: Rodolfo, Alejandro

Sweetheart met the OG team (Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz) when she was a Private, meaning she wasn't a Sergeant yet. She was so professional for a whole year 💀

It was filled of

Salutes and straight backs everytime one of them comes around her

"Yes sir, no sir"

Only calling them by their ranks and callsigns

Being nervous around them

No joking with them

She was so serious, it got on their NERVES

Price kept telling her that she was apart of the team, therefore you can CHILL THE FUCK OUT- but she was so nervous around all of them (because she looks up to them alot and wanted to impress them- especially Price and Ghost) they saw how relaxed and fun she was around the rookies and her other friends (which I will go into detail on another ask) Soap was so jealous when he saw her smile and laugh with her friends. Like why are you like this with them and not us? Are we doing something wrong? Do you not like us? Soap was going thru it, poor baby

Soap told his team what he saw, and Price was a bit hurt. Ghost thought he wasn't worth her time and got salty 💀 Gaz was sad (he was still intimidated by her, but he wanted her to be comfortable)

UGH they were in such a longing to be her friend and make her comfortable around them. It took a bit, but she finally joked and smiled around them- my God they loved it. (And then they see the real her and they all fall in love 🤭) it still took Sweetheart five months just to touch Ghost LOL

Before Sweetheart was going to be a Sergeant, she met Krueger (I went over how they met already) and Krueger was- yk... really infatuated with her. Like he was thinking about her all the time when he was still apart of Chimera. When that disbanded, he asked (threatened) Graves to be apart of Shadow Company. It took him a bit to find where Sweetheart was located, but when he found out he acted on it immediately.

Then König joined 141, then Alex and Roach, and then Horangi. As I said, Keegan comes and goes in the team. He joins the team in missions and then leaves to go do other things. What things? No idea.

She then meets Los Vaqueros during a mission (which I already talked about as well) and now they just-- live life and try to woo Sweetheart! The end ✍️

Again, I apologize if it was confusing. 141!Sweetheart is made with each ask I answer, so things keep adding on. But I hope this helps! 🙏🫂

#cod headcanons #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warefare ii #modern warefare 2 headcanons #cod oc #taskforce 141 #los vaqueros #shadow company

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this is a little random but seeing how the contract negotiations for bp members went and that some of them are establishing their individual agencies made me realize something. for bp members, we know that they’ll likely have group endeavors that are few and far between, but we know that in the case of bts that is a risk that hybe cannot take by any means.

we’ve already unpacked a lot of the reasons why hybe was so intentional on providing jk with every possible tool and then some. i think an additional layer to that was likely related to them retaining the rights to the members solo endeavors. even if they failed to keep all of the members in-house for their solo gigs then at least they got to maintain their “biggest asset” which would calm investors’ concerns if any of the members decided to dip in the solo aspect. this also worked as a way to coerce the other members to continue their solo careers with hybe since it was very intentional that when the company is interested in investing in you there are “incredible” results. hence, their absolute lack of effort for any of the other members bc that would prove that the true determinant of success is the company’s full support.

i think manipulation is an inevitable part of any contract negotiation so it seems logical that the company, in order to mantain control over the members, would want to assert dominance/power over them. even if they’re not being manipulated they are in a relatively volatile position right now. all of them are used to a level of success and not many people would give that up for integrity 🥶. i don’t know if any of the other members would or wouldn’t go that route but im sure at least some of them would. i don’t know if i’d blame them either, it’s just business after all.

as we’ve established before, jimin did ruin a lot of their plans to show a stark difference between jk and the rest of the members, so they had to get heavy-handed with the mediaplay and imo they succeeded. jimin had as good a year as jk, new jeans, stray kids, seventeen, all of these kpop acts being super pushed in the media as the “next big thing” but for some reason he’s not getting half the press they are. 🤔

sorry, i went on a tangent in the end but its hard not to get on my soapbox when it comes to jimin lol

Yea I saw what went down with bp and it’s the best of both worlds for them because I feel like they’ve always been more interested in their solo endeavors than their work as a group. For BTS it’s trickier like you said because even the smallest hint of that something is afoot that would lead to them finding different labels for solo work would be be blown up by the media. Which in turn, cause investors to get skittish. Even that 2 month hiatus they first took back in 2019 had people claiming that they were disbanding and would follow 1D’s foot steps.

The lack of effort in the other members is ,like you said, because they wanted jk specifically to stand out since he’s the canidate those chose to do so. But Hybe’s main goal is to show investors that they can make a star through their resources. Bang even said along the lines of this in an interview because that’s what the music industry abides by at large. Billboard’s most recent rule change after like crazy hit #1 also came about this way because they said fans had too much power and it was the labels job to tell GP what the “next big thing” was gonna be. It’s why you see other kpop groups, even though they’ve possibly made a name for themselves, you still know the company they hail from first because the company is the driving force behind their rise to fame. Hybe wants to be a dominant force in the industry by their own name and not just because they’re known as the label that houses BTS. Still think if they wanted to show this they should’ve started with an up and coming and not a member of bts since that just defeats the purpose and is already showing people your dependent on that member’s pre existing fanbase but whatever.

Bang PD is a bastard, but I don’t think he’s trying to “control” BTS. At least not in the way SM does to his groups. I’m not giving him the benefit the doubt in this scenario, but I still fully believe BTS knows their worth and know that hybe is nothing without them. I’m sure there have been multiple instances where they probably had to compromise (the english trilogy for one) and they’ll probably be more in the future. I do agree with some of them being accustomed to a level of success, but it’s not that it’s because hybe is responsible for it. It’s off their own talent and armys backing them. So I doubt in the case if one of them was given an ultimatum of loosing that artistic integrity or going the route jk has (if offered) they’d get shelved, cause hybe still needs them. I know there’s always the possibility of that happening though. It’d be real annoying but I don’t think I’d be as irritated as I was with jk because I’ve seen and know what they’re capable of on their own. In contrast to jk where he just threw in the towel without trying (which is where 60% of my frustration at him comes from). As long as it’s still their print of music quality with their work ethic behind it. I could deal.

Jimin’s not getting as much press as those groups and jk, because hybe has made it so on their end. lol. That’s the entire act of suppression. They gave jimin the barest amount of congrats after FACE era as to not seem completely neglectful, but beyond that they didn’t go out their way to give him his flowers. So it’s not that the mediaplay was successful, hybe is just doing their best to ensure jk is the only one who’s talked about. But even that isn’t working because Jimin’s just too much of a talk point. You see these people on twitter with blue ticks constantly mention him for engagement money and whatever move he makes generates interest because he’s just a natural draw. Literally the worst member for hybe to try that tactic on tbh lmao.

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Im very new to st and all ive seen today is chaos. Wtf happened if you dont mind answering

Hello there anon! I don't mind at all 💖 but what a time to be new to st, aw man. My condolences. (I am mostly kidding. But also, not really.)

First things first, i promise you, it's not always like this. Generally we're way more chill here on tumblr. I can't vouch for other sites, but if you don't want their identities spoiled and be around very chill people, stay here. Avoid pinterest and google and, for your own mental health, tiktok and twitter. (First two will guarantee an identity reveal and former two will guarantee that + psychic damage.)

Back to the drama!! So, you probably know they're anonymous. And VERY adamant on staying this way. If you check their very first interview or the voice messages from the 2023 US tour, you would see what i mean. Their identities are not important, their art is.

But. Some entitled little shit found their anonymity is a personal insult to them or something. So they decided to publish iii's birth certificate and some other personal info + there was something about them wanting to stalk iii (i really don't know the details, because i got rid of my twitter account a few months prior, but it was definitely vile behaviour). And it's. Not a very legal thing to do. I mean, if you're really curious, you could google them and find their identities in less than 5 minutes, no extremely personal info release needed. What i am trying to say, this is the 21st century, you're not some kind of sherlock to find personal info about anyone, no need to boast. Or, you know. Do illegal things to prove a point, because you feel entitled to someone's identity.

So, as a result, iii deleted and/or made his socials private (the ones related to his st activity, anyway). It is not the first time he did that, because people were getting too straightforward or rude before too, just not on that scale. It all happened a few days ago (2? I have no perception of time passing, sorry). It was understandable, he got doxxed, he did what had to be done to protect himself. Another drama started when the main band account removed all its posts on instagram today and changed the description to "nothing lasts forever". Which is a catchphrase they use from their very beginning, so it is not a worrying thing in itself. However, the circumstances have made people believe the whole band will disband (not dismember, alex, do not write dismembered AGAIN), because of the invasion of iii's privacy.

However, in the end, i believe the consensus is that since they have changed their masks for the Wembley show and had the "new era" captions (+ other bands tend to do that too), the insta post purge is just a PR tactic before the new era's introduction. Which i am prone to believe, really. They are mysterious, sure, but if something is happening (like iii needing to leave the German rituals in December because of personal reasons), the band notifies the fans about it. So if they were to disband, or iii was to leave, they would just communicate this. They didn't, so we're waiting for their next move, whatever is might be.

But i don't think they're going anywhere. They have finished their trilogy with the latest album, so Wembley was the best way to end it all, as a finished project. It didn't happen. They already have 2024 tour dates announced, so we know they're not done. So it's all fine, just unfortunate timing/their legal team telling them to do that/their way of showing they're done with annoying people/just a new era's insta purge. Or something else, which they would soon inform us about, if they want to.

All we can do is wait for more news and keep supporting them in our own ways. And not stress about it 🖤

#hope that clears things up a bit!!#if not i am sorry i am an incoherent bastard on my good days let alone this month (january my beloathed)#thanks for the ask anon 🖤#asks

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pissfaggot-transsexual · 1 year ago

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what r ur favorite bands? punk and otherwise

im glad i put that tidbit in my bio recently lmao, talking about music is why i was put on this earth

incredibly loose ordering of some bands :3

lovejoy

crucify me but i was big on mcyt back when these guys formed, and seeing em go from funny british youtube man to decently bigass band (and the only ive seen live (<- will soon be fixed)) gives em a special place among my fav artists :3

dog park dissidents

i fucking love how fun these are to listen to. like they get me in the mood to toss bricks, but in a fun faggy way that pisses people off even more than tossing bricks normally.

rage against the machine

ok so take the agression of hard rock, mix it with the flow and rhythm of hip hop, add a lil funk in there, bam: perfect band. seriously im so fucking upset these guys disbanded before i was born AND THEN came back on reunion a few months before i found them. like what the fuck. the gods are out to get me i swear

rare americans

they make fun music, on the pop-ier side of indie rock and that makes em a really easy and fun listen :3 a nice palate cleasner from all the punk and shit i listen to lmao

the oozes

OKOKOKOK they are so fucking good. like they strike the lazy, grungy side of punk and the pissed-off, violent side so well and sometimes in the same damn song. like. go listen to DBSAC rn. i beg thee

dream nails

a nice punk band for when i want peppier, more fun beats or lyrics. theyre angry dont get it twisted, but their lyrics are always really satirical or plain juxtaposed with the delivery and the content itself. good shit

anti-flag

good for hating the US. I do a lot of that. also, im a sucker for a non-lyrical recorded voice clip/sample, and they got that all fucking over, from emigre, to depleted uranium, its so good. and they bounce between that same satire anger and actual pissed-off songs, so theyre fun to go through albums of

underscores

similar to my other indie favs, but theyre hyperpop, so they can be more energetic than some indie rock, and also electronic noises tickle the fuck out of my brain.

stray from the path

screaming about how bad everything sucks really helps with how bad everything sucks. another rec from this list, but go listen to the entirety of euthanasia rn. the capstone of that album is fucking uoAIuHGHHHH

weathers

they help me feel sad about things that arent overarching societal issues, which is nice sometimes. theyve helped with stuff, especially the shittiness of moving recently. they occupy a similar space in my head to bears in trees (who i havent listened to enough to make a fully-formed opinion on, sorry moss) and that type of music is important methinks

#askkarl #witch-isnt-an-insult #thanks for the ask :3

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wegonbealright-09 · 1 year ago

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I'm tired.

I'm so tired. I'm actually deactivating my twitter acc because everytime I come back from that app, I'm messed up emotionally and mentally.

The only time I've ever hated twitter this much was in 2018, when BTS was this close to disbandment.

Like I don't understand, I never thought being a fan of jimin would be this hard. It's like Hybe is trying to discourage us, because this is tiring me mentally and emotionally, I'm not in the right space and all this bull shit it just piling up on top of my stresses, like being a fan is not supposed to be this tiring. I'm tired. It's like they want jimin to lose fans because we're fighting a losing battle.

We've been raising the same issues over and over again but they are falling into deaf ears. Recently fans complained well armies complained about something related to seven and BH responded immediately. When we've been begging them to restock like crazy for three months now.

I'm not bitter. But I won't lie and pretend I'm happy for jk and his fabricated success, maybe in the beginning I was because he was one of my favourite members, but now it's too much, we've been begging them to restock like crazy and they've decided to release cds for sevens remix I mean what the fuck?!!!

I'm feeling sorry for y'all armies especially those who think BTS will still be BTS in 2025. They might not disband but trust me it won't be the same. As much as this second chapter has revealed a lot of solo stans, it also made me see the members true colours, who they really are.

This is scooter braun the man whose ass armies are licking. This is him explaining how 2NE1 was CL's biggest obstacle. CL was a member of 2ne1, she was a rapper and scooter brainwashed her into leaving the group. He made her believe that she was bigger than the group, she didn't need the group the group needed her. She was a give a solo contract that promoted her debut successfully but the success didn't even last a year, and he left her like a used condom, when fans questioned he gave useless reasons.

This is the reality we're all facing.

Jk has been feeling really big lately, eversince he debuted. Now alot of people mistake a person having a huge ego for confidence. There's a huge difference between an ego and confidence.

And jk has been talking like someone who's got their ego polished. He's talking about himself being big, giant pop star, the first, the only one and so on.

I mean there's a difference between having goals and being arrogant.

It's like he already sees himself bigger than his group, bigger than his group mates. I've said this before and I'll say it again.

They did not choose jk because he's the youngest, the golden goose, the most talented, the most marketable in the west.

Because jimin is by far the most marketable in the west. This man has Hollywood in wrapped around his little pinky. His Pandora streams are massive, bigger than BTS' own. He's been stable on the charts with no promo so you do your math.

They chose jk because he's the most gullible, the greediest maybe idk, he's always wanted more, he's never satisfied and he's always been competitive, wanting to stand out, wanting to be "the one and only". He was the easiest to manipulate and he fell right at the palm of scooter's hands.

The awards that they are gunning for with all these restocks won't even belong to jk they will decorate scooter's office.

Honestly I'm tired like really tired it's not even funny.

There's no reasonable explanation for this behaviour from jimin's agency's except for the fact he might have not renewed his contract yet and they are showing him he's nothing without them. Or jimin has signed with a different agency for his solo activities because why would they go to such lengths to sabotage one of their own it makes no sense.

And pjms have been losing their minds some think that jimin might not be aware of what's going on but I think he knows. I know he doesn't have twitter and he's been inactive for about a year now?

But jimin has friends who see this and probably tell him, the members like jhope who have his back probably see stuff like this and tell him. Jimin has producers who worked with him on LC and are keeping track of LC so they see what's going on with the sabotage and all and they tell him. So he knows he def knows but Idk what they expect him to do.

I know he's working on something. He is working on something and it might be what we all want and that is him being free form BH and Hybe.

I just need him to release new music as in yesterday. Or give us a clue, a sign because wtf!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

#jimin #jm #park jimin #pjm2 #hybe #big hit #restock like crazy #like crazy #free jimin #i'm dead #wegonbealright-09

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doodling-doodle · 2 years ago

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The Lighthouse (CH.1)

Years of dating and raising a baby boy.

Price had decided to throw in the towel and retire. He trusted Kate and Soap to take over.

Now, John would admit, he and Phil were probably overprotective of Kyle, but, how they found him was… horrible.

And he remembered it every time he looked at him.

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Price woke up, hearing Phil over in the kitchen to make them breakfast, and he smiled, getting up to see him.

He had just finished up, and he smiled, "Morning, John."

"Morning, my dear." He plated his food, and they sat down, but Phil saw something outside

"Get it after breakfast." John said, "it's probably just the post."

Phil nodded, sitting down and eating while they spoke about their plans for the day. John had taken him off the crew for now, since he was injured, but he was getting better and likely would be able to go back.

John went outside to check the porch, and-

He froze when he heard a little whimper, and he looked down.

To see a little basket, with a little baby inside, and a note.

"I'm sorry. Please take care of him. I can't anymore. His name is Kyle. He's a magic user."

And he immediately felt attached to him.

He picked the child up, and looked into his eyes.

He felt a small cold patch on his shirt, and saw that he had turned it to ice.

He sighed, yelling for Phil, who looked shocked.

"Oh my God!" He yelled, going up to him.

"Phil, please, watch him, I'm going to the village to get supplies." John said, and Phil nodded

"I'll be back."

Phil sat on the couch, calming down and putting the child to sleep.

"You'll be alright... your safe now, little one." He whispered, wrapping him in a blanket, “You might be a little warm. But, I’ll make you a blanket, just for you, Okay?”

He knew he had too. This child was now theirs. He would never go back to the crew. He knew what he had to do.

John finally came back with baby formula and clothes, and gently took him from Phil, giving him a break from holding him to feed him.

“The note said he was only five months old.” John said as he started feeding him, “His name is Kyle. A magic user.”

“Where are the Sigils?”

He briefly checked, unwrapping the blanket, seeing two small Sigils. Ice and Teleknises.

“I’m disbanding the crew for a while.” John said, “he needs to be taken care of.”

“John, I have it-”

“It’s not fair to you. We are going to raise him together.”

So they did.

Kyle was eighteen now. He was still young, but he had grown up. He was their baby boy. He always would be.

“Morning, little one.” John said as he got to the kitchen, seeing Kyle at the counter, turning a small glass of water to ice.

“Hey, dad.”

“You hungry?”

Kyle nodded softly, and John smiled, “What would you like?” he asked, moving in front of him.

“Pancakes?” Kyle said, looking up from the glass.

John nodded, “Of course.” He looked down, “I don’t understand why you do this. It just drains your energy.”

Kyle shrugged, pushing his braided hair behind his shoulder, “its calming and entertaining.”

“Its draining.”

“Not on such a small thing. If I were to freeze the sea, it would be.”

John chuckled softly, “Oh, Kyle, what am I gonna do with you, mate?”

“Probably be a little confused because I’m not big on sailing and fishing.”

“Nope, we all love your paintings and how creative you are. Such a smart boy, you are.”

He smiled slightly, pulling his hand away from the glass.

“Your a precious little thing.” John said, giving him a plate of pancakes, gently cradling his face.

“I agree.” Phil said as he walked in, kissing Kyle’s forehead, “perfect little boy.”

Kyle smiled a little, “You remind me every day.” He said as he started eating.

“Becuase its true.” John said, smiling down at him.

Kyle smiled, “Thank you.” He whispered.

Once he finished eating, he went back to his room to get his drawing stuff and head out to sketch the ocean.

“Be back for lunch!” John called out before Kyle left.

“I will be!” He ran out the door, out to his favorite spot to draw.

“John?”

“Hm?”

“Do you… think he’s alright? With just us, soap, Kate and Ava? He only goes to the village to draw… don’t you think he’s lonely?”

He paused, sighing. “I’m… not sure. I feel like he would bring it up to us. Or it would be clear that he was… upset.”

“I just… I don’t know, he’s eighteen now. I feel like he just… needs people around him.”

John nodded, “well… we can ask if he feels lonely. And if he does, then… we can try to get him out more.”

Phil nodded, sitting at the counter, “How’s the crew doing?”

He smiled, sitting with him, “It’s good. I’m going to finally retire, leave Kate and Soap in charge.”

Phil lit up, “Really?”

“It’s time. And I want to be around you and Kyle more.”

Phil smiled, leaning on him, “I’m glad. I’d love to have you around more.”

Eventually, John started to make lunch, and Phil went out to collect their son.

"Kyle! Where are you?" he called out, walking through the field.

"Coming!" He heard from down the hill, where the dock to the ocean was.

He smirked, but then got a little confused. Why was he down there?

Then he saw the tree that Kyle normally sat on, a branch had snapped.

He panicked, running a hand through his hair before looking to the hill, about to head down when he saw Kyle coming up.

"Kyle! There you are!" He yelled, running up to him, "the tree- did you fall? You're soaked- are you hurt?"

He shook his head, "I fell... I'm okay..."

"Come, let's get you home, changed and warm." He said, gently pulling Kyle along, "Did you hit your head?"

"I'm okay, pops, really."

He sighed, kissing Kyle's forehead, "Okay. Dad's still going to check you out, though, okay?"

"I'm not a child... I'm 18."

"You'll always be our little baby boy." he smiled, “Come on, let’s get home.”

He noticed how Kyle kept looking out to the ocean, but he was just focused on getting him home.

“John!”

He looked over, and panicked, running up to him.

“What happened, son?”

“The tree snapped… I fell.”

“Go get changed, I’ll get a fire going.”

He nodded, going off to his room. He was walking good, he didn’t look hurt, but they were still worried.

Kyle came back out, sitting on the couch in front of the fire, eating the food that John made.

“Are you okay, little one?” John asked.

“I’m fine. Shaken, is all.”

He wasn’t bleeding, at least.

“And your magic?”

He looked at the side table, making a small glass of water float, bringing it towards himself to freeze it, which he did.

“Okay… that’s good.” He gently kissed Kyle’s temple, taking his braid out, “eat and rest, okay?”

Kyle nodded, looking down at his half empty plate, eating what he had left before putting it off to the side and laying down on the couch.

Phil sighed, laying a blanket over him, “There’s a storm on the way.” He said to John.

He nodded, “Let’s get to the village. We need to get supplies.”

They had to prepare for that storm. And they needed to do it quick. Warn the village. Make sure Kyle was safe.

They had a little time.

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@lvndr-swtr

(do y'all want an actual tag list for all the AUs?)

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #john price #phillip graves #johnny soap mactavish #ava laswell #kate laswell #price x graves #laswell x ava #The Lighthouse au

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 1 year ago

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I just realized that in less than a month it will be a year since the official announcement that BTS members are starting military service. Honestly, at that time I thought that within a year each of them would be in the army. it's good to still see them around, but unfortunately sooner or later each of them will have to go.

At the time I don't think I thought about that. But I am a bit surprised that RM hasn't enlisted yet since he's been talking about it for a while, and he told Hobi he would join him soon. It'll be a real surprise when he enlists. He might even go after Jimin? Honestly, sometimes it feels like we're all waiting for the other shoe to drop. I live in fear of Jungkook enlisting. Almost two years without him? I'm sorry, but I'll die. I already know when that damned Big Hit notice drops I won't be functional for the rest of the day. I already plan to take the day off when he enlists because I'll be a crying mess. Every time a member enlists now (counting Suga here), I think of when it'll be Jungkook's turn. No offense to the other members, who I miss/will miss, but Jungkook's absence is going to hit so hard, especially when it feels like he's really getting into the groove of things now. He can still climb so high on his own. I don't want to sound like those Armys who say BTS should disband because they are stunting Jungkook's growth, but it's been unexpectedly fun seeing how far he can go as a soloist. I love BTS as a whole more than as soloists, and I never cared for JK's solo career, but, as a Jungkook fan, despite my many complains about Seven, it's been fun seeing him break all these records and do his own thing, and I'm looking forward to more Jungkook content. I always want more Jungkook content, and hearing just his voice in songs (I'm a bit scared I won't like his album but I'll be happy to hear him anyway).

But, it is what it is. That's the cruelty of compulsory military service. Everyone has a life and goals they have to put on hold for no fucking reason. Those Government assholes...

I got very off track here, but thanks for the ask! The Busan concert was almost a year ago, and, in a few months, it'll be a year since Jin enlisted! Crazy! I'm really looking forward to his return. I feel a bit bad because the pressure was all on him before he enlisted, and it will be on him again to fill up the space left behind by the other members when he returns. We'll only have him for a few months before Hobi returns too. They'll be our saving grace lmao.

#ask #bts #jungkook #jin #text #thanks for the ask!

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UM GOOD MORNING??? (its morning for me im serious i literally just woke up) hope your having a good day im about to give everything about meliora 🤗

SOOOOOO meliora is a 13-member under two fictional companies louvix audio and sonata media, they were the second only successful group under their company after their former boy group RIX disbanded in 2016, so, company said; "WE NEED SOMETHING NEW!", and they recruited the thirteen members over a period of 10 months through global auditions!!! so that's just great

okay off to the members;

kasemchai 'chaiya' shinawatra - 99 liner, thai, probably a man kisser in his free time, and also a professional flirt too!, used to be a child model and he decided "fuck college i'm gonna sing" so he auditioned!, his fc is the actor jeff satur

hong yohan - 00 liner, korean, 1 of 4 introverts in the whole group, the leader of the group, he scares his members without even trying, his fc is that one nct mf (it's haechan)

ko junmin - 00 liner, korean, 2 of 4 introverts in the whole group, a perfectionist for life, he also did taekwondo!, his fc is park jihoon (the actor not from treasure)

jung hajoon - 00 liner, korean, adopted (yeah he actually is), his adopted father is half filipino so he's fluent in tagalog, theater kid (derogatory), his fc is kim sunwoo from the boyz

ahn 'kyrie' kyuhyun - 01 liner, korean, a former actor and fencer (he starred in boys over flowers), the tallest member, also quite literally the perfect man (he's also the token straight of the group), his fc is yoon sanha from astro

yeo 'hwan' jihwan - 01 liner, korean, 3 of 4 introverts in the whole group, he's the one member who can go without talking the whole day, the center of the group despite his shyness, his fc is son dongju from oneus

cho haneul - 01 liner, korean, confirmed man kisser, the most affectionate member of the group, bro can play the guitar (i'm down on my knees), his fc is shin yechan from omega x

matsuda 'kiro' kyoichi - 02 liner, japanese, a former member of a j-pop boy band, his father is so famous in japan i'm not even joking, he has a huge fanbase and is the sunbaenim of everyone in the whole group, his fc is terazono keita from ciipher

kang 'z' yaejoon - 02 liner, korean, the groups comedic genius, the only reason he auditioned was actually because of a bet, he used to play hockey, his fc is jung sungchan from riize

bae 'byeol' yongrae - 02 liner, korean, has been dancing since literally forever, his birthdays on halloween!!, he's a huge fan of kai and he cried when he got to meet him for the first time, his fc is my bae song hyeongjun from cravity

sim 'chrysa' jaehwan - 03 liner, korean, he really likes kyuhyun, seriously he was a huge fan of him before they debuted together, also a comedic genius, his fc is your bae hwang intak from p1harmony

kristian 'jian' li - 04 liner, chinese-american, rich, he's one of the youngest but he's also 6'1, professional coffee hater, and cat lover, his fc is young and rich fall and handsome

aikawa 'taro' kiyoshi - 04 liner, japanese, the maknae, a teddy bear collector, can never be clean like it's impossible for him, his fc is nishimura riki from enhypen

OKAY SO UHHH OTHER THAN THAT, their fandom name is aponia because meliora is a word that means "better" and the word aponia is an "absence of pain" so they FIT TOGETHER!!!

anyway thats the group, there is a lot more bad stuff concerning the personal lives of the members because they're all traumatized in one way or another (so sorry i love my babies i swear) so um whose your bias 🤗???

the way i am the #1 aponia. The original. unless you've told someone else ab them and they've said the same thing so we have to compete (i cant fight so i hope u havent 😓😓 2yrs of martial arts in primary school has done nothing for me bye). I AM IN LOVE WITH THEM?!? Holds them in hands.. puts them in a jar.. shakes them around really hard in the jar.. opens the lid... pours them into my hands.. eats them like orbeez.. dies from food poisoning (u probably cant eat orbeez).....

OK BIASES. hajoon YOHAN and jaehwan YUPP 👍👍👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 oh but junmin too........ i fucking LOVE park jihoon i rewatch whc1 every other week i swear (nothing broke me like that show did . Im in so much pain). i will collect all their pcs and line then up next to my bed and pat their little heads before i go to sleep

IM IN LOVE W THIS AND THEM!!!!!!!!! UR MIND!!!!!!!! CRAZY!!!!!!!!! ur giving me tell-u-things-ab-my-silly-ocs-too itis... Stop it .

#I LVOE U FOR THIS HELLO?!#MUAH

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Tiger Man

Summary: The year was 1941, bandmates and secret lovers Scotty Moore and Elvis Presley got caught red handed by Scotty’s fiancée, and this led to the young men being thrusted headlong into the China-Burma-India theater of World War II as members of the first American Volunteer Group (The Flying Tigers).

Chapter 2. Flying Tigers

Pairing: Scotty Moore x Elvis Presley (m/m)

Word count: 2.9k

Warning: brief mentions of sex and intimacy.

One week later, Blue Moon Boys completed their last gig in their hometown. No one suspected this was going to be farewell until Elvis made the shock announcement towards the end that they were going to disband because both he and Scotty had decided to become volunteer fighter pilots and would be shipped off to Asia to help local government and people fight against Japanese invasion in a few months. Sights and sounds of disbelief, objection and despondency immediately engulfed the venue. Some of the teen fans appeared to be shell-shocked or in denial, others began crying, or shouting “Why??” and “Don’t leave us”. Amidst all the chaos, the band launched into a rousing rendition of “America the Beautiful” and partially ameliorated the situation with a sense of shared patriotism. Then Scotty took the stand and made an impassioned little speech about “fighting against fascism” and “American duty to aid our allies and protect the free world”. The eloquence and persuasiveness hearkened back to his days of student leadership at Humes. This finally calmed the crowd enough to let Elvis end the show with the Civil War era marching song of “Yellow Rose of Texas” without any major incidence.

It took ages before the band made it through the mob of emotional fan girls and no-less-devoted fan boys after the show. As usual Elvis drew the brunt of the assault, bearing evidence of intrusive or even injurious affection such as smeared lipsticks and scattered scratch marks. Half of his shirt and one leg of his pants had been torn off of him, no doubt serving as parting souvenirs for some fans. Elvis casually took off the tattered clothes once he reached the backstage dressing room, changing into a set of more presentable outfit. Scotty and Elvis were the last two left backstage after they bid goodbye to the other half of the band: bassist Bill Black and drummer D.J. Fontana.

“How did it go over with everyone at home?” Elvis asked cautiously, bracing for the answer from the guitarist. “It was pandemonium,” Scotty cracked dryly. “MaryAnn wasted no time in spilling the beans. She was hoping to get my folks to change my mind. She was dead wrong. I had a big argument with Daddy, and he disowned me, saying I disgusted him and he never wanted to see my face again. Mama thought I was sick in the head for foolin’ with a man and then throwin’ myself into war, but eventually came out of hysteria and slipped me some money behind Daddy’s back.” Elvis took in a small breath, guilt written all over his baby blues: “I’m so sorry, Scotty. I wish it didn’t have to be that way. I bet now you wish we’d never met…” This was quickly met with disapproval from his boyfriend: “Come on, honey. Stop all the depressing talk. There ain’t nothing wrong with following our hearts. I bet one day they’ll come around to our way of thinking.”

“I hope so, Scotty.” Elvis’ voice wavered a little in reply: “Mama slapped me straight across the face when I told her about us and about going off to war in Asia. She kept quoting the bible and talking about sinning. Then she drank and cried non-stop for days, convinced that I’ll get myself killed and she’ll lose her only son. All the while Daddy just kept sighing and smoking the whole time.” Elvis looked down and fidgeted with his own hands.

Scotty took that pair of slender hands into his own firm and steady ones, brought them up to his lips. The young singer’s cerulean eyes followed the movement upward and got caught in Scotty’s line of sight. “Elvis, don’t worry, I’ve got your back. A boy will need to strike out on his own to become a real man. Your mama knows that, believe me. She just needs time to adjust to the idea.” Scotty kissed the younger man’s knuckles and spoke with a calmness and composure that went well beyond his years. Elvis was reminded of why he loved and adored this man so much in the first place. His mood lifted considerably as Scotty changed the topic: “now how do ya like the idea of becoming a fighter pilot?” “I can’t believe it but I love it!” Elvis could scarcely contain his excitement, “it sure as hell beats driving a truck for a living!”

“Have you ever flown a plane before?” Scotty inquired although he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. “’Course not, unless that one time sitting in the co-pilot seat of a crop duster owned by D.J.’s uncle counts!” The Naval aviator chuckled a little at Elvis’ silly answer: “Unfortunately no. You definitely need to have some flying experience before going overseas and get real fighter pilot training. One of my buddies in the Navy Air Corps is running a commercial flight school. He agrees to give you a crash course on the basics of flying so you won’t be throwing into the deep end with zero experience.”

“Scotty, you are so amazing! I can’t thank you enough! Ever since we met way back you’ve always had a solution for everything!” Elvis’ face lit up with sincere reverence and adoration. “I swear I won’t let you down!”

Scotty smiled at that, then ran a hand through the silky mane of golden chestnut hair and joked: “I’ll sure be missing this though, you know you’ll have to get a military style cut soon, right?” Elvis shrugged it off: “Mama won’t like it, ‘cause she always preferred my hair long. I don’t mind a bit though. Oh, I know a good barber, wanna go together?”

That night Elvis lost his virginity to Scotty in that cramped run-down dressing room. Both of them knew they might never get to make love in the midst of a war, so they had better take whatever chance they got now. Scotty was by turns tender and rough with his younger partner, taking him over the vanity in front of the mirror and then on the sofa. Elvis was too overwhelmed and in love to remember the details, but he did remember feeling like he could die happy after this. Scotty conquered every inch of his body, chased away all his doubts and fears, and left him drifting contently into dreamland.

The next couple of months flew by fast as Elvis worked hard to rapidly assimilate the fundamentals of flying a plane. He made great progress considering the circumstances, being an intuitive and fast learner. The pair officially joined the second squadron of the American Volunteer Group, a fighter pilot unit of volunteers who would be officially trained at a British airfield in Burma. The entire group was nick-named “The Flying Tigers” and their eventual mission would be to help defend the Republic of China against the imperial expansion of Japan. There was hardly any doubt that they would see real battle in the not-so-distant future. Elvis was one of the youngest members recruited. He tried his best to play down the danger involved but he couldn’t fool his Mama, Gladys. It broke Elvis’ heart that she was drowning in sorrow, resigned to the fate that she would lose her only son over faraway lands, fighting a war she could not comprehend. The deepening dark circles around her eyes, along with generalized swelling and weakness, presented ominous signs for her overall health.

Elvis spent a great deal of time trying to cheer Gladys up and reassuring her he would write frequently from abroad. He stressed to her the contract for Flying Tigers was just for one year initially, and that the pay he would receive as a pilot was going to be a lot better than regular new recruits because of the special international volunteer nature of the group. He spoke excitedly to her about upcoming fighter pilot training and envisioned heroic exploits in future air battles. The adventurer part of him wondered about the mystic Orient, the people and culture he would encounter and learn about there. However, sadness never quite cleared from Gladys’ big brown eyes even on the day of final departure. A quiet air of resignation settled over her countenance, knowing that there was no more she could do other than prayers. No matter how much she wanted to tell herself otherwise, this felt like a farewell rather than a goodbye, the cruel fate had snatched her baby boy from her. Gladys could still feel his boy’s last kiss on her forehead as the bus carrying him slowly pulled away out of sight, her tears obscured her vision as her husband tried in vain to calm her and pull her out of the sense of utter loss.

For the rest of the year, the Flying Tigers trained at the Royal Air Force base located near Taungoo, Burma. It was clear from day one that Elvis wasn’t the only one who exaggerated his previous flying credentials. Some served in the military but barely flew in the past. These were not the experienced fighter pilots the organizers of the group had expected. Fortunately, the Japanese army front was still quite far away from them, so the new recruits were all given some slack because it took uncommon courage to put their lives on the line to fight for the welfare of a foreign country. More importantly, it appeared that they had some time to train and become combat ready.

Initially everyone studied basic mechanics, plane operation and air battle strategy on paper in the “schoolhouse” that was set up on the base. Then one thrilling day a month or two later their newly assembled and tested fighter aircrafts arrived. These Curtiss P-40 Warhawks looked both beautiful and menacing with shark face nose art painted to their fronts. The first time Elvis climbed into the cockpit of his fighter jet felt like a religious experience to him. The fighter had only one seat, so when it was in the air, Elvis felt he was on his own and in charge of his own destiny. That empowering feeling fed into the thrill-seeker side of the young man’s personality. Scotty was gratified to see Elvis excel in his training runs, more than making up for his lack of experience with motivation and perseverance. The duo was well-liked in the squadron, as more than half of the pilots came from the South and the musical performance of half of the Blue Moon Boys provided great entertainment for everyone in their spare time. Their respective call signs came naturally as well: “Memphis Flash” and “Guitar Slinger”.

Elvis wrote weekly to his parents, providing running accounts on his life as a fighter pilot in training. His enthusiasm and high spirit came across easily in these letters. Replies were few and far between, though. A month or two would pass before Elvis would receive a brief letter from his cousin Gene Smith, updating him about things at home. Elvis understood because his Mama and Daddy never had much schooling, it would be difficult for them to write back. However, Elvis sensed that the wording of Cousin Gene in these letters seemed generalized and vague, something was amiss. Prolonged delays and interruptions of communication by mail prevented him from investigating further into the situation. Scotty tried his best to put Elvis’ mind off of worries about his Mama, reminding him the best thing he could do for her would be to take care of himself and stay safe.

Being a British colony for almost a century, Burma was westernized in many ways. Still there was plenty of local culture to explore for the American pilots. On weekends Scotty and Elvis would venture off base to the nearby city of Taungoo, guided by a few friends in the Royal Air Force who had been stationed in the area a lot longer. This offered opportunities for the Memphis pair to sample the flavorful Burmese cuisine such as noodles and curry, and marvel at the intricate architecture of ancient Buddhist temples and monasteries. On rare occasions, they were able to sneak away from the rest and check into an out-of-way hotel for some precious moments of intimacy. As Scotty watched the perfect Adonis lie inches away from him in peaceful sleep, he could no longer imagine life without Elvis. There was no secret between the two of them. Each served as the anchor for the other in a sea of uncertainty and turmoil. They were not just lovers but soul mates.

The calm before the storm came to an end as Christmas approached. The Japanese attack of Pearl Harbor directly pushed the U.S. into the World War. Only days after the country declared war on the Empire of Japan, the latter launched attacks on the Burma Road which was the main route for Western allies to transport supplies and equipment to the Chinese army and the Chinese wartime capital of Chongqing. This was when the Flying Tigers saw actual combat for the first time because their current mission was to protect the Burma Road and keep it open. Scotty and Elvis and the rest of the second squadron were quickly deployed from Burma to an air base in the southwest Chinese city of Kunming which was one terminus of the supply route. Less than one week before Christmas, everyone was woken up with loud air-raid sirens just before dawn. The two former Blue Moon Boys jumped out of their double bunk beds, threw on their pilot uniform, complete with boots, cap and goggles, ran over to the hangar to join other pilots there. They were immediately briefed by their commander, seasoned Air Force veteran and air corps instructor, Chennault. Affectionately nick named “The Old Man”, Chennault informed them that alarm stations from the south had spotted ten Japanese “Lily” bombers heading in the direction of the city proper of Kunming. As in past raids, the bombers took off from an airfield in French Indochina, but this time there was no fighter escorts. It was possible that the enemy was so far unaware of the presence of Flying Tigers units here, so this would be a great opportunity to give them a surprise attack.

The Old Man then handpicked ten pilots for this first mission. The combat strategy he preached had always been to attack and coordinate in pairs, it was no surprise that the two Tennesseans won the lotto since they had proven themselves to be a high performing pair in training.

Adrenaline was running high as Elvis jumped into his p-40 jet. “This is it!! Everything I learned over the greater part of the year would be put to use this time. It’s do or die!” He told himself while he took off from the runway along with the rest of the group. Due to cost constraints, the p-40’s they flew did not come with built-in radios, so a flimsy portable radio transceiver would have to do. The shark-teethed fighter group glided in formation through the twilight towards the south-east suburb of Kunming. They were intentionally flying at the high altitude of around 14,000 feet to ensure their superior vantage point whenever the enemy encounter occurred.

Suddenly the intercom went off: “Memphis Flash, this is Guitar Slinger. Targets spotted Starboard at 10,000 feet.” Elvis looked down and sure enough found a group of Japanese bombers at medium distance, “copy, Guitar Slinger, this is Memphis Flash, targets identified. Proceed as plan, dive and zoom time.” Reply came quickly, “copy, this is Guitar Slinger. Slashing down for the tail end. Follow me!” At the sound of that, Elvis found Scotty’s plane began to dive down rapidly ahead of him. He knew Scotty would try to take down the bomber at the back of the enemy formation. Other pairs of p-40s had started doing their well-practiced coordinated dive and zoom attacks as well. He could see Scotty had intercepted the target bomber precisely and hit one wing of the aircraft with the pair of heavy machine guns on the nose of his fighter jet. Elvis immediately dove down himself at max speed just as the Lily bomber tried to maneuver around to counterattack with its own guns. Scotty got out of the way before the enemy had a chance to aim at him, following Chenault’s doctrine of “no dog fights”. Elvis did even more damage as he blasted his double nose guns, hitting the engine of the bomber, causing it to tumble and lose altitude. Elvis’ mind screamed “Score!” but resisted the urge to chase after the faltering plane since he knew Scotty would finish the job. Just as he expected, his guitar slinger made a perfect slashing move through the air and doomed the target with intense close-range gunfire aimed at the cockpit, leading to a fire. Black smoke went off from the battered bomber as it spiraled out of control. The pilot barely parachuted before the aircraft exploded in the air.

All around Elvis and his jet, Japanese bombers were being targeted, pursued and punished, it was clear which way this battle was going. Several Lilys were shot down while the rest dropped their bombs hastily onto the countryside beneath and fled. Only one of the p-40s sustained significant damage but the pilot only had minor injury after crash landing. This would be the first victory the Tigers scored against the Imperial Japanese Air Force which had been used to dominance over the Chinese airspace for years due to its superior equipment and better trained personnel. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

#Elvis Presley #Scotty Moore #Elvis fan fic #m/m #World War II AU #Flying Tigers #China-Burma-India theater

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