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illiana-mystery · 11 months

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So I know many of you have been waiting for me to update my Fred fics for a while now and I'm sorry for that. It's sometimes hard to balance writing fics for two different actors that have a plethora of characters I like...

But I do have something to make up for that...

That being the draft for the current chapter of my Mike Hubble fic, The Roommate. Enjoy!

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"I'm back," she announced before he chuckled and picked her up. She squirmed a little bit, surprised by his boldness before he gave her a sweet kiss.

The bags she was holding fell from her grip and quickly, she kissed him back before he finally set her down.

"You're back just in time," he said as he let her in. "I just started making dinner."

Karima giggled as she put the bags down on the coffee table.

"What are you making?"

"Shepherd's pie," he quickly answered. "I'm making my mum's old recipe.

"Sounds delicious," she said as she walked back into the kitchen with him. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek before he said,

"Would you like to help me?"

"Sure!" she chirped before he passed her his cutting board that was topped with uncut onions, carrots, and mushrooms.

"Could you help me cut these?"

Karima nodded and immediately started to cut the carrots.

"How was your afternoon?" he asked after the next song on his record started to play.

"It was great. Stan and I actually met another jazz musician and his wife when we went to lunch. Oh and I met Cynthia. She's very sweet."

"Oh yeah. Cynthia is wonderful. I like her a lot more than my last clinician. She's much more patient and caring towards me," he admitted. "Where did Stan take you to lunch?"

"The Dusty Whistle," she nonchalantly said. And she was too preoccupied with finishing up cutting carrots to notice how uncomfortable Mike was hearing what she just said.

He was livid. He didn't even think Stan was still friends with Johnny.

"Why did he take you there?" he softly asked.

"He wanted me to meet his old friend. He told me that you used to play there."

"I did...a long time ago," he huffed. "So that jazz musician and his wife were just hanging out there?"

"Yeah, pretty much," she answered, finally realizing that he was upset by what she was saying. "He and his wife are from Ireland. Real sweet people."

"What are their names?"

"Marty and Sheila Healy."

"Marty? As in Martin James Healy Jr.?"

"Yeah, I guess so. You familiar with him?"

"Yolanda knew him. I met him once. Guess he doesn't remember me though."

"Oh, I see. Did you perform with him?"

"No. I went to one of his performances in Dublin with Yolanda. He was just as good as his old man. I actually have some Martin Healy Sr. records. But he fell to alcoholism like me."

"He told me," she quickly said. "Stan and I are probably gonna see him perform with his wife at the pub. She really wants us to come. I hope you don't mind..."

He just looked at Karima and lightly grinned before he said,

"Don't let me stop you from having a good time, Karima. I already told you I don't want to clip your wings. Enjoy the freedom you have."

"Okay," she softly said as she moved on to cutting the onions. "Marty told me he would love to see you...if you don't mind."

Mike shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind the company," he moaned as he started to cook the ground beef.

Karima took a deep breath and finally asked,

"Mike, what's wrong? Did I upset you?"

He didn't respond at first, instead he rubbed her back and then said,

"No, you just don't understand."

What did he mean by that?

Then the door opened and in came Stan. He calmly put his keys down on the counter and set his bags down before Mike glared at him.

And next thing he knew, Mike lunged at him and almost punched him before Karima managed to hold him back.

"What the hell, Mike?! Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"Yep. This is my sober anger," he grumbled. "You're a traitor, you know that?!"

"What are you talking about, mate?" he asked trying to regain his composure. Karima just stood over to the side by the fridge before Mike answered him.

"You're still friends with Johnny?!" he angrily asked before Stan looked over at Karima.

"Why did you tell him about our lunch?" he asked her.

"I didn't know it had to be a secret," Karima replied.

"I told you how he just threw me out like trash and you're still friends with him?! And what's this about a new jazz musician and his wife?! Did he replace me?!"

"He didn't replace you, Mike. It's nothing personal, it's just business. Johnny and Lisa still love you man, but you're still a liability. You remember what happened the last time."

"You always have to go back to that," Mike yelled before he slammed his fist against the counter. "I should have just died that day. Is that what you wanted?! For me to die so I wouldn't be a burden to anyone anymore!"

"Mike," Karima called out. He looked over at her and saw that she looked scared, but still concerned.

It broke his heart. And before he could stop himself, he started to cry before he clung onto Karima.

She was a little confused but still hug him tight and rubbed his back.

"Mike," she started again. "What are you talking about? Did you almost die?"

"I'm the reason Smokey Jo's was closed as long as it was. I caused Stan's sudden unemployment and he was still kind enough to take me in," he whined into her shoulder.

"I don't understand," Karima whimpered.

"Stan, can you let me talk to Karima alone?," he asked as he straightened up, with his hands still gripping Karima's shoulders. "I need to finally be honest with her."

"Sure thing, mate," he quickly said. "Actually, you can have the flat to yourselves again. I just needed to drop off Karima and these decorations. I'm due to play cards with Ken and Harry at Ken's place. Just keep the snogging to a minimum, please. I don't want to catch yall in the act."

Mike and Karima both rolled their eyes before he chuckled and left.

"I'm sorry about him."

"I'm used to it," he assured before he took a deep breath to explain himself. "Karima, I don't know how to tell you this...but I almost got your brother killed."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Remember how I told you that I was trying to win Jo back after I was released from clinic?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I later found out that she started seeing her current boyfriend. I was so furious that I assaulted him first and then snuck back into the club. I hid out in the basement and lit a picture of us on fire. Now keep in mind, I was intoxicated at this point. I relapsed hard and I was so out of it that I didn't realize that I caused a fire. And I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I ended up assaulting Stan's friend Harry too. I should have died that night, but Ken saved me. I wish he would have just left me there some days. But I deserve to suffer like I have. To be constantly reminded of everything I've done wrong and wallow in it..."

He kept his head down as he explained the whole situation. He just knew that Karima was gonna be disappointed in him, so he didn't even want to look at her. That's why he was so vague for as long as he was. He didn't want to lose her and he was risking just that by being honest.

Karima was a little taken aback and horrified by what he was saying, but she could also tell that he was very remorseful. He felt so guilty for everything he did to the people that cared about him the most.

And the fact that he finally had the guts to tell her made her feel more secure in their blossoming relationship. She wanted him to feel comfortable being honest with her. And this was the first step.

"I'm sorry I haven't been honest with you. I was just so worried you wouldn't like me anymore if you knew the truth about me."

Karima didn't verbally respond after he finished, instead she moved closer to him again and gently moved his head up so he could look at her.

His eyes were red and puffy from his crying and a few tears still left the slits of his brown eyes. The sight was hard for her to look at, but she still wiped his tears.

"It's okay," she said before she kissed his nose. "I'm not mad at you for being honest with me. I'm glad you finally feel comfortable around me to be honest, actually."

"You don't hate me?," he whined.

"No, of course not," she assured. "I already told you, Mike...you're not your past."

"You're much too good for me, Karima," he happily said before he took her in his embrace again and kissed her deeply.

She was caught a little by surprise, but soon went along with it, grabbing a handful of his thick hair while he gripped and pinched her butt.

Swiftly, their tongues met and curled around each other as their kiss progressed. Karima was melting in his sweet touch, moaning into his mouth as they continued.

Mike didn't mind though. He liked her willingness to kiss him and he held her ass tighter before he pulled away from her lips to catch his breath.

She whined, but then jolted when he slapped her ass. But she liked it and giggled, making the man even more excited.

"I think it's time to show you how much I've appreciated having you around," he seductively said after he turned the stove off.

His eyes soon moved back over to her and before she could even blink he scooped her up in his arms and brought her to his room.

Swiftly, he kicked the door shut and gently placed her on the bed before he shut the blinds and dimmed the lights.

Karima just watched him carefully, pondering what he meant earlier before she finally got her answer.

The wind was almost knocked out of her as he came back and basically plopped himself on top of her, capturing her lips again in the process.

She hummed against his plump lips, quickly inviting him to intertwine with her tongue again. He took the hint and did as she wanted, while trying to keep his balance on top of her.

He didn't want to crush her. However, she didn't mind and actually pulled him down closer to her with a tight grip of his hair in her grasp as her arms adorned his neck.

Her pulling made him purr and soon she was gripping her hips tightly as their desperate kiss continued.

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There's gonna be more smut by the way. 😉😏 Stay tuned!

Taglist: @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @goodoldcharley

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tubborucho · 7 months

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i mainly watch tubbo and a little bit of bad, and i love fred. i would love for him to live up to tubbo's expectations, but i will not be surprised if we find out that he's not a good guy. right now i'm putting any negatives in a grey area because we don't really know what it's like to be a federation worker. i could definitely see it going either way and no matter how this storyline plays out and i'm excited to watch!

seeing fred with bad today was interesting because he really does act very differently around tubbo. even his writing style changed a bit. also he effectively snitched on tubbo to bad. i don't know if fred realizes what that could mean for tubbo but i hope he's still suspicious because i'd be a little disappointed if he didn't notice how bad was acting. fred calling tubbo "something else" and then "penpal" instead of confirming his friendship could be him protecting tubbo, being confused/uncertain, or it could be evidence that he's manipulating tubbo. same with him referring to tubbo as "a certain someone" in a report - was he protecting their relationship or just avoiding giving away too much information on an unsecured document? as a viewer the whole thing added more complexity to the situation without really giving us any concrete answers.

Oh gosh, hi!!!! Appreciate spilling thoughts in my ask box!!

Yeah, if we are being /srs, I do agree that Fred is not the most trustworthy guy. We can’t say he is a bad guy, but I do not think he is a good guy either. I do believe that maybe he was assigned to keep an eye on Tubbo. But I also do believe that it’s not only that to him.

I don’t know if he realizes that he ratted Tubbo out. Honestly I can see him genuinely not know that. At least I would prefer that option I guess. I also do think he doesn’t call Tubbo ‘friend’ or name him in reports to protect him somewhat and himself mostly. After all, Fred did ask it to be secret. Actually maybe that’s why he didn’t realize that he rats Tubbo out, because Fred thinks that their friendship is a secret to people. Didn’t account Tubbo’s leaker nature😭 This man can’t keep anything hidden for shit

Anyway, we will obviously see where it goes. Personally, I am already attached to the point where I do not really care who Fred really is, I will support him anyway

#liss writes posts #liss answers asks #fred the federation worker #qsmp fred

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problematicfactive · 8 months

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2, then depending on that answer 1 and 9?

2- are you comfortable talking about your source?

My boyfriend and I are both more than happy to talk about our source. He's definitely more comfortable with it than I am and he will give extra information to the point where I have to stop him and be like Hey, Man, I know the internet is fun and all bit you really can't say everything you want to say on here.

I don't have a lot of pride in my source, but at the same time, I kind of do. I dont hide I from people (with the exception of this blog). I think the imagery of me in the movie I'm sourced from is genuinely really cute and so I love using that actor in character as a faceclaim. My favorite thing ever is doubles, so yeah, even though I'm more source ashamed and way less related to source personality wise, I'm still fine to talk about it. So don't hesitate to ask any questions about it!

1- whats your source? (if you have one and if you have multiple)

For the sake of anonymity on this blog, I can't disclose my name in source, nor can I tell you the name of either of our source medias because.. our name is in the title of both.

So yeah, it's no fun but sadly it's our circumstance. If you can find us anywhere not on this blog we'd be happy to let you know

9- what sets you apart from your source?

This is a fun question! (/srs!)

There's a lot of things that separate me/my source from the real guy, I think the biggest thing being my age. In my source, I'm too young to have hurt anybody

There are a lot of differences between me as an individual and my source, I think the biggest one being that even though I'm classified as an introvert, I feel like I have a very extroverted personality. I think I have the internet to thank for that.

My attractions are definitely different! I always find myself being attracted to me in other medias (like my boyfriend's version of me)

Ans I guess the guilt I have is big! I don't think my source- even after he did all those bad things. I don't think he was ever as guilty as I am.

My boyfriend's answer!!

I mean. I feel bad. I think the biggest difference is that I partially blame my parents for what I became. I know that the real guy I was sourced off of said he didn't blame mom and dad, but. I think there a big part of it. They aren't everything, but they're a factor.

Thanks for the ask!!

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icharchivist · 1 year

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1, Hi!! I used to come by years ago, I absolutely loved, and still do!, your blog, its a fantastic place, so many interesting stuff, it really is like an archive for me haha I don't have much to add, only some shower thoughts if you don't mind me. I never had the chance to dump them on anyone o(-(

omg, hi there!!!!

first of all, thank you for the sweet message! i'm glad you used to like this blog so long ago and still do now 🥺 i haven't really talked much about dgm those past few years so i'm really touched that you think so despite it all, and more than that i'm just really glad that you can still go back to the archives of this blog and have fun!! i'm really glad to have you here!!

Answering the rest of the asks under the cut <3

ooh you mean this page?

it's really too ambiguous so i guess it's mostly that there's nothing really to theorize per se, especially since in the next page Allen remembers a bit of Nea, so i would assume the "?" we all had turned into "oh it's probably one of the Campbell twins".

But mhmm i'm rereading the bit and yeah, considering Nea introduces himself in his memory on the next page it could be probably someone whom Allen knew before that time.

And as a "PastA was a Bookman apprentice" truther, i do feel like his clothes there are reminiscent of what young!Lavi used to wear as well.

Honestly i could perhaps see Bookman Senior being the one holding him like that. Like.... I feel like we can interpret everything we want about that but i feel like Bookman Senior particularly reminding Lavi to not form attachment and even being a bit cold toward him at times could be direct reactions from the reasons he lost his previous apprentice. What if he was too soft with his previous apprentice, what if it made the apprentice care too much about the people making history so much so it got him involved? As such, i could imagine it be Bookman Sr genuinely being emotional with PastA, the type of affection that doomed him, and that now Bookman Sr is less willing to give out.

Or, like you said, it could be anyone else. A parent, a friend, anything. I could imagine it being a family member of some kind though, considering how much this arc is specially about Allen getting adopted by Mana and how much Nea still haunts him. In a sense Nea is the thing that keeps getting in between Allen and his family, so to have this flashback interrupted by Nea could be an extension of that, of the family he turned his back on when Nea entered his life.

i didn't think about it much but i could see it. or. well. I can fit my theories into this single panel so LMAO.

I don't think you're wrong, especially seeing the Alma arc. Tbh i'm still thinking and haunted by this arc specifically because well, I was there Gandalf ect, i was there when dgm was at the height of its popularity in 2008/2009, i remembered how many shounen fans were really into the saga and would be widely homophobic to the notion of any of those characters being possibly gay, and i remember very, very clearly the moment the plot point of Alma being Kanda's love interest dropped, unambiguously, and how much of an uproar it was. I remember people jumping ship THERE, before the manga even went on hiatus.

And i swear i remember Hoshino mentioning that her health really started to become worse when she had to fight her editors for what she wanted, and that the Alma arc was one of those. She had to set it up in such a way that her editors couldn't take it away from her, by having Kanda set up on finding Alma early in the story, building up the Alma arc, and only then later in the arc going ":) well Alma is the love Kanda is looking for. And i can't take it back without ruining this entire arc. so what do we do."

and it DID cost to the series at this point, it WAS something that got a lot of pushbacks.

Nowadays i feel like Hoshino is probably more free to do whatever she wants, esp since there's been more casually gay rep in shounen ever since, but at the time, i remember it causing a huge stir in the fanbase.

And hell i remember at the time the people who were translating the manga after it got out of hiatus in 2015 or so was a huge popular manga website where a lot of casual shounen readers were tuning in, and i still remember seeing hundreds of homophobic takes in the comments at the time, especially regarding Kanda. A lot of casual shounen fans have completely wrote of the series because Hoshino "let her BL lenses stain the series" and that therefore for them they can only read the newer dynamics with that lenses, especially when Kanda is involved.

(and it doesn't help Kanda was like. THE symbol of masculinity for the guys i met in the shounen fandoms at the time. The fact he was the one who got this plotline got them PISSED because they were projecting this idea on Kanda and i could still see it in the mid 10s.)

I think Hoshino is well happy writing Shounen, but she doesn't mind also talking about any sort of love into it, she did mention she wanted to show what her definition of love (in all of its form, not just romantic) was in her story, so i think it's an extension of that. But Hoshino did pretty much fight for Kanda to have his relationship with Alma. I'm honestly inclined to believe Alma had to die as a compromise to the fact she basically set up a lovestory her editors could not possibly cut.

But her editors causing her problems have been at the root of any clunky dgm plotpoints anyway. The Destroyer of Time's prophecy came from her editors. Allen was a transwoman in the first draft and was changed to a cisguy because her editors argued "no one would care if a female MC was to cry, so we need Allen to be a boy for it to count". her editors told her to cut down appearances of the Earl while Hoshino always wanted to have him as a main character (which is likely why now that she has more freedom thanks to her new deal, we've been getting full arcs focusing on him). Her editors pushed her to change Lenalee away from the character she wanted her to be. So long and so forth.

Honestly i still look back at the Alma arc in awe because it truly was Hoshino putting her foot down and making sure her editors would not be able to change her vision this time and i still admire it.

but man sometimes i mourn for the story DGM could have been if the editors haven't constantly been restraining her. Obviously, there's always moment an editor helps out in pacing a story or helping some focus, but with dgm you can sense on some point how some elements just. didn't really help out Hoshino's vision and it's so sad.

Nowadays it seems her editors are giving her more freedom, and it's about time. It's just so damn sad that it came when her health has become too fragile because of the constant strain that has been on her in part because of her old editors.

I for one am looking forward to see where it's going and i will be patient, but yeah. Can't wait to see how that goes either.

It's nice to hear those thoughts though so if you feel like rambling more, the inbox is opened!

Take care and thank you for the sweet message <3

#ichafantalks dgm #ichareply #anonymous

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screechthewriter · 1 month

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you crazy-assed cosmonaut (remember your virtue) | a god of war/titanfall 2 crossover

part 3/6:

He couldn't keep much from Atreus.

Not because they were friends, though that was part of it. Cooper had never been good at lying, and he was even less good at it when it involved family and friends. But even more than that, Atreus (and he was still getting used to thinking of Arthur by that name) seemed to have an uncanny ability to hone in on when Cooper was trying to be sneaky about something. Usually he minded his business, but…

Well, Cooper was being (badly) sneakier than usual. It'd be enough to make anyone curious.

"You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone, right?"

"Huh?" Cooper scrambled to figure out where that comment might have come from. "I mean...I guess? What are you talking about?"

"All the extra workouts. You're in perfectly good shape and everyone knows you pull your weight."

Oh. The extra workouts. Right. "Yeah, I know, just...pushing myself a bit. No sense in staying stagnant." Atreus's face was, in that moment, deeply unreadable. It made Cooper nervous. "No one said anything to me, if that's what you're worried about."

"Good, because then I'd have to kill them." Cooper couldn't tell if Atreus was joking. He was pretty sure, comments like that were usually jokes, but Atreus was protective, and something about the way he said it told Cooper that there were instances where he'd be fine with killing someone over a slight. "But seriously, don't overdo it. You're healed up, right?"

"Oh, yeah, that was nothing. Mild tissue damage." Maybe that's what that was. Their last big engagement had ended with the camp in tatters and the two of them separated. He knew Atreus felt bad about not being there to help, no matter how many times Cooper reminded him that a Titan pilot had been there. Cooper couldn't deny that the extra help in that whole mess would've been nice, but he didn't blame Atreus for not being there or anything. "They cleared me ages ago."

“But are you actually feeling better, or is this a ‘we cleared you because we need guys’ kind of deal?”

“I’m okay.” The wounds to the leg and shoulder still hurt a little, but only when he poked them. Obvious answer was not to poke them, but he couldn’t help it sometimes. It was like repeatedly looking into the fridge to see if the food fairy had brought anything, except he was repeatedly, pointlessly checking to see if it had healed fully. “How are you holding up? And don’t give me that look. I know you hate long ship deployments.”

Atreus looked like he was considering arguing the point, but ultimately… “Yeah, okay, if I don’t get to see a plant soon, I might lose my mind a little,” he admitted. “When are we landing again?”

Before Cooper could respond, he heard a familiar voice down the hallway. It took every ounce of self-control to act like he didn’t immediately recognize the individual in question. That self-control was a lot harder when the figure walked by. “Cooper,” said Captain Lastimosa with a friendly but not too familiar nod.

“Captain, sir,” Cooper said.

“Captain,” Atreus echoed. He sounded pretty neutral at first, but the second Captain Lastimosa was out of earshot, he turned to face Cooper with an eager expression. “Was that him?”

“Who?”

“The pilot, the guy you saved!”

"Okay, first of all? He did most of the heavy lifting…"

"Jack, he was in a wheelchair after that fight. You can't tell me he did most of the heavy lifting when you were the only one walking on your own when you got back."

"He did most of the heavy lifting," Cooper insisted, feeling his ears start to go red. Atreus held up both hands, backing off but definitely not buying it. "But yeah, that's him. Captain Tai Lastimosa. He's nice."

He was really nice, actually, but saying that would mean going into the thing Cooper was keeping secret, so he tried his best to keep his mouth shut beyond that.

"Seems that way. Hey, maybe since you saved his ass, he can get you into the SRS after all."

Cooper felt the blush spread down into his face. He just hoped he looked more embarrassed than alarmed. How does he...no, he doesn't know, but he does know you got turned down from the program and it would make sense to ask Captain Lastimosa for a reference…

"I don't know. Maybe." Change the subject, quick. "Why didn't you ever apply? They'd probably take you. You're one of the best fighters I've met." He wasn't saying that for the sake of flattery. It was the truth. Atreus had good aim, definitely some combat training outside of the Militia, endurance, strength...he was basically the complete package, as far as physical traits. Personality-wise, he was a bit irreverent sometimes, but they could work with that.

Despite that, Atreus shook his head. "Absolutely not. Even if people didn't think I was weird, have you seen how small those cockpits are?" Atreus gestured to himself. "I haven't been small enough to fit comfortably in there since I was a teenager."

Good point. There were taller pilots, but they were rare for that reason. Atreus had a good seven or eight inches on Cooper. It'd be a bit of a tight fit. "Fair point. I've gotta say, I can't really picture you ever being my height."

"Would you believe me if I said I was small for my age as a kid?"

"Yes, but only because that seems like a weird thing to lie about. Late bloomer?”

“Sick a lot. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve ended up taller if I hadn’t been. Both my parents are pretty tall. Giant, even.”

He said it like it was an inside joke. Cooper thought about asking, but since the chances of Atreus explaining a family-based inside joke were roughly 50/50 (and even the explanations he did get were short), he decided to mind his own business this time. Especially since reciprocal business-minding might be the only thing keeping Cooper’s secret.

The thought was still there, though. Maybe I should tell him. Atreus certainly wasn't the only person he'd thought about confessing to, but he was the one Cooper saw the most frequently these days, which made the secret-keeping a lot harder. It wasn't like Atreus was going to rat him out or anything (he never would, definitely not), so technically there was nothing to worry about.

But it felt wrong expecting Atreus to keep a secret that big. And it didn't feel right to make that decision without consulting Captain Lastimosa (the guy who stood to lose a lot more if news of what he was doing reached the wrong ears). And since Cooper couldn't think of a good way to say hey, so, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to keep a secret from this One Particular Person, so is it okay if I tell him, I promise he's solid, he just...kept his mouth shut. Kept the secret.

Right up until the point when he couldn't anymore.

It was, in short, one of those days. The long ship deployment had been getting to Cooper, too, making him a bit overstimulated and scatterbrained. That meant he wasn't watching where he was going or who might see him. That meant when he was slipping away from another training session that left him feeling more scatterbrained, his reaction to hearing someone approach was to freeze instead of even trying to hide.

Damn it. Damn it. No, no. Everyone knew this was the part of the ship where the pilots hung out...a rifleman, much less a random class-three like him hanging around would just attract questions...what should he say? What should he do?! What…

"Psst!"

The sharp hiss caught his attention. Cooper turned around in time to see Atreus standing behind him, as if he'd just materialized out of the ether. Cooper didn't respond verbally, just stared, but fortunately Atreus seemed to pick up the plea for help. Atreus stepped forward quickly, gesturing for Cooper to follow. He was walking towards the footsteps, but Cooper followed anyway because at least if there was two of them there was safety in numbers…

"Falið," Atreus breathed.

"What?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Atreus said, this time loud enough that Cooper could hear him without straining. That had nothing to do with what he'd just said, not as far as Cooper could tell...then again, maybe he'd just been swearing. Cooper wasn't immune to the urge to swear in a non-English language. "This part of the ship's not haunted, is it?"

"No, just…" Cooper swallowed hard as he caught sight of the other guy walking down the hall. He was pretty sure his name was Anderson, but he hadn't really learned the faces of the other pilots yet. "...surprised to see you here."

"Regular firing range is full. I figured they wouldn't mind if they borrowed theirs." Atreus walked past Anderson without acknowledging him—and, to Cooper's shock, Anderson did the same. He wasn't even shocked that they'd walked right past a major without any kind of respectful acknowledgment—the Militia wasn't so stuck up on rank that you had to constantly be saluting people. Regular-grade respect was fine. But not even a friendly hello? A casual Private, Major exchange? It was like Anderson hadn't seen them at all.

Not that Cooper was ungrateful, because damn, bullet dodged. But it was weird, weird in a way that made him wonder if he needed another coffee or a prolonged nap.

"...kind of mad that they get the fun moving targets, but whatever. So, uh, any reason you're back here?"

Cooper's entire face went red. "Uhm."

Atreus had a slightly gleeful look, the cat that caught the mouse smile that said maybe Cooper hadn't been as slick as he'd thought. "You don't have to say anything, just...confirm or deny, Lastimosa's been giving you a leg up?"

Damn it. He couldn't back out now. Omitting the truth was one kind of lying, but outright giving false information? Especially now? Not happening. So, Cooper nodded, despite the pang of terror that it gave him.

Atreus didn't look mad; in fact, he looked downright gleeful. "I knew it…"

"You can't tell anyone."

"I would never. And for what it's worth, I don't think anyone else has worked it out, or if they have, they don't care. I'm just exceptionally clever." He grinned at Cooper brightly. "Can I just say, I am deeply proud? My best friend, getting secret special ops training..."

"It's not that impressive."

"It is. Don't sell yourself short. Just promise you'll remember me when you're some kind of big hero."

As if that would ever happen. Even if he made SRS, Cooper wasn't sure he was hero material. "I don’t bail on friends,” Cooper said. “And besides, you’re one of the only people crazy enough to be friends with me.”

Atreus shook his head. “I wouldn’t say crazy. No one else knows what they’re missing.” He held out an arm questioningly, only turning the gesture into a one-armed hug when Cooper leaned into it. “You’re going to do great. I believe in you.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

It was good to hear. It really was.

Over time, Cooper came to realize that plenty of people knew about him and Lastimosa, but as long as he wasn’t actively disrupting anything, no one cared. It made things a little bit easier, and a little less stressful. He was still glad that Atreus was the first outsider to learn. It made things less strained between them—not that things had been especially strained, but even a small amount of strain was enough to make him feel uneasy.

Having everything back to normal felt good.

#fic: you crazy assed cosmonaut (remember your virtue)#series: hammer of the gods (will drive our ships to new lands)#god of war #titanfall 2 #respawn cinematic universe

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Hello! ♡

I hope you're doing well!

For the character ask game, I would love to know your thoughts on number 12 and number 25 with Jamil please!

Thank you! ♡

AAH hello again!! thank you so much for being the first ask, i hope you're doing well too!! 🥺💖

hndfsjkllkds and of course of course, these are good questions aaah

━━━━━━✦ 12. What's a headcanon you have for [Jamil]?

Sooo despite my apparent oc x canon stuff, my headcanon about Jamil is that relationships (partners specifically) will be the last thing on his mind. His focus will be on himself which, like, good for him! he deserves to finally do what he wants without restraint.

I remembered his wish from the wishing star event that he wanted to travel alone where nobody knew him and i was like yeah you go king, just relax by yourself. Relationships are overrated (jk jk).

In the story he's pretty good at acting and hiding his true emotions so i imagine when he does get feelings but refuses to act on it, no one would realize. Unless someone really knows how to read people (like Leona for example when he sussed out his intentions with Kalim in one of the vignettes).

━━━━━━✦ 25. What was your first impression of [Jamil]? How about now?

Okay so, the progression of what i thought about jamil is so funny to me. I'm never gonna be over it.

When i first played the game i DID NOT care about him whatsoever (mostly because i hadn't gone through book 4 yet). Nothing about him particularly stood out to me ;;; (The others have overshadowed him 😔)

I started playing twst when the EN server released (i was a leona simp🧍but i broke up with him and moved on to riddle). Honestly i only played because of the hype around the idea of disney characters being turned into anime boys, so i lost interest after a few weeks.

I only came back last year when a friend showed me that there's actually interesting story aspects in the game so i gave it a chance again. I barely even remember the game when i came back and for some reason i had Jamil's dorm SSR along with my main SSRs at the time (Riddle, Leona).

I was like "bruh who dis" and promptly ignored him. Even when i got to finishing book 4 i was like "alrighty that's another traumatized teenage boy down" and forgot about him again ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (it also didn't help that i wasn't big of a fan of his overblot design)

This might have been the turning point but the scalding sands event was one of the first events that played when i came back to twst. Najma specifically had a HUGE impression on me because i thought "omg female sprite, Jamil's sister????" I was surprised the characters were like "they don't look alike" when they clearly do??? Anyways they are the siblings ever and i just fell in love with them.

After that I was still pretty neutral about jamil. During the event I was just casually pulling for cards without expecting anything (just the SRs). And guess who showed up. Jamil's event SSR.

it's so funny to me because i was still like "oh cool another SSR" AND THAT WAS IT. Literally only used the card because it was useful because i didn't have any good water-based cards (jamil my beloved im so sorry).

I know this is a bit anticlimactic but i'm not really sure the exact moment when jamil finally got the chokehold on me afterward🧍

So, to answer that question, my impression of him now is completely normal and unbiased (i am obsessed with him).

link back to ask game!

#HELP this got so long but thank you so much again for the ask!!#[—#✦ asks #✧ ask game #★ twst rambles #twst #twisted wonderland #—]

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Purple's Second Chance

Master Post, Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: WHAT WAS SHE LIKE?

Casey walked into the lab, scratching at his arm. "Uncle Tello?"

"Yes?" Donnie answered from under a support drone that he was working on that was almost the size of a bus.

"Can I hang out in here for a bit?"

"Go ahead."

Casey sat at Donnie's desk and looked around. Unlike when he first came here, all the projects in the workshop were completed. Donnie had made a habit of finishing things before moving onto the next, which was unlike how he used to operate. Before, he'd made what whatever came to his head. Now, he'd finish then move on.

Maybe it was because of how things worked in the resistance.

In the resistance, it was important to have things that were ready to be used. That did mean he couldn't spend as long as he wanted on something and bounce between projects whenever he was tired of working on something.

"Did you need something?" Donnie asked as he tore out some wires that he realized were unneeded.

Casey shrugged and hugged his knees to his chest. "What was mom like?"

"Your mom? Casey Jones Sr.?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know her as much as Sensei Leonardo or Master Michelangelo or Commander O'Neil do."

"I know. But what do you know about her?"

Donnie thought. "She's intense, very passionate about her hobbies and likes. Once we started becoming friends, suddenly we were part of her world and were deemed important enough for her to protect. I will admit that I don't have the same fondness that everyone else has of her. But I can see why she became important to the family."

"You can?"

He nodded. "Dad and her have a rich history. I think he sees her as a daughter."

"Wouldn't that make you my actual uncle?"

"I suppose so." Donnie shrugged. "I never thought I would say this, but I do miss Cassandra."

"Why do you say that?"

"I used to get so annoyed with how everything was 110 with her, but now that she's dead in this time and I'm not in mine, I miss her. I guess now that I'm not dealing with it, I miss it. It's like people say, I didn't know what I had until it was gone."

"Oh." Casey kicked his legs. "I don't have a lot of memories of her. She died when I was really little. Right after Major Raphael."

"I could go on and on about Raph." Donnie came out from under the drone and sat up. "But you asked about your mother. So, ask me any question and I'll try my best to answer."

Casey's face lit up. "Really?"

"Of course, Case. You have every right to know what your mother was like."

Chapter Fifteen

#rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt angst #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #purple's second chance #rottmnt casey jones #kraang

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[KR Translation] After L!fe Noah {Romantic Suite SR}

🥊Warning!🥊 This post contains the unreleased personal story from After L!fe. If you do not wish to read it then please refrain from going undercut.

The personal story we’ll be viewing today is Noah’s - Romantic Suite SR. This card was a part of Valentine’s Event in KR server.

🥊Noah’s Romantic Suite

Part 1

"Noah! Manager!!"

The voice was getting farther away and the only thing we could hear as we ran silently was the sound of our footsteps.

Manager : "Huff...Huff...Noah...! Wait!"

Noah : "Manager, this way!"

*Rustle Rustle*

Noah : "Um..."

Manager : (!!! He's too close!)

Manager : "Noah...You!"

Noah : "Shh-"

Thump-Thump. The sound of my heartbeat pierced my own ears.

Manager : (Why is my heart beating so fast! Is it because of running? It must be because of running!)

Manager : (It's too loud though! Would holding breath calm me down?)

Manager : "Hump!"

Noah : "....."

Manager : "Hm? Noah, your face?"

Noah : "Pff!"

Manager : "???"

Noah : "It's fine even if you breathe now."

Manager : "Phew! Noah! Oh my god, you! You did that on purpose!"

Noah : "It was too cute-"

Manager : "What- What cute!!"

Noah : "Maybe because you're so close?"

Manager : "!!!"

Noah : "...Manager smells very sweet."

Noah : "I wish I could smell this scent always...."

Manager : "....?"

*Pssh*

Manager : "?!?!"

Manager : (Rose scent?)

Noah : "Good thing I brought this."

Manager : "A perfume?!"

Noah : "It's a gift. Do you like it?"

Manager : "Huh? Ah...Yeah, I guess it's good."

*Pssh- Pssh-*

Manager : (Aren't you spraying that a bit too much on yourself?!)

Noah : "Then, what about me?"

Manager : "What?"

Part 2

Noah : "Do you like me too?" ***

Manager : "Huh? Huh?!"

Noah : "Do you like me too?" ***

Noah : "You dislike me?"

Manager : "No! That's not it!"

Noah : "Then you like me?"

Manager : ".....I Li-Like you....."

Manager : (Wait, seriously, what am I even saying? Think straight!)

Manager : "AH! I almost got caught up in your little jokes again without realizing it! Don't tease me, Noah!"

[T/N : AHHH I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TRANSLATE THIS PARTICULAR DIALOGUES with *** CORRECTLY. It makes a lot of sense in Korean. Because you see, Noah used two forms of "Like". First, "Ma-eum-e deul-eo/마음에 들어" is usually referred to objects. However, when it's used for people, it usually conveys a feeling of "platonic" kind of "like" or when someone seems appealing to you but it may or may not be romantically. BUT THEN, Noah switched up his words to "Joh-eunga/좋은가" the second time which is usually a stronger form of "Like", it's almost always used for someone you love VERY romantically. That's why, it gives more meaning when you know that Manager answered with second form of "Like" i.e "Joh-ha"!]

Noah : "I'm not joking though?"

Manager : "......"

Manager : (Is it because of the atmosphere? Noah, depending on today's day feels a little more mischievous and sweet....It's tenacious but endearing.)

Manager : "Noah, I'll only say this once. So, listen carefully-"

Noah : "?"

Manager : "If I disliked you, I wouldn't have even come with you."

Noah : "!!!"

Manager : "Got it?"

Manager : (Whew, all good! I was worried about what should I do if my voice shook while talking. Gotta get out of here quickly!)

*Rustle Rustle*

Noah : "...!!"

Noah : "Ma-Manager, wait for me!"

------

Manager : (By the way, Noah had such a bewildered expression on his face. Kinda sad I didn't take a picture.)

Noah : "Manager! Don't go alone!"

Manager : "Are you sure you'll be okay? Right now, I think the reapers are turning on their lights and coming to look for-"

Noah : "....Even so, it's okay."

Manager : (I didn't know it when I was in the forest but Noah's face seemed to remind me of...)

Noah : "What's wrong?"

Manager : (No! Let's not think too much!)

Manager : "Uh?? Ah! I suddenly got reminded of something when I saw your face! I almost forgot about it but I've been making it all day today-"

Manager : "Huh...?"

Noah : "What happened?"

Manager : "It's not here! It's not here! The chocolate...I was so sure I was holding it in my hand just now...!"

Manager : "I must have lost it while running!"

Noah : "Ah...that."

Manager : "I'll go and get it back right away! Wait for me!"

Noah : "..! Manager!"

*Grab*

Manager : "?"

Noah : "Don't go."

Manager : "But!"

Noah : "....Don't go, stay with me."

Noah : "If I miss it now...."

Manager : "?"

Noah : "Isn't it fine even if you don't go away?"

Part 3

A garden with a bright moon floating over it. All I could hear was the sound of footsteps walking side by side.

Perhaps because of the scent of the roses that revolved around us, the atmosphere was very different than from before.

Noah : "......"

Manager : "......"

Manager : (Quiet! So Quiet! It's so awkwardly quiet!)

*FLASHBACK*

Noah : "Isn't it fine even if you don't go away?"

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Manager : (When he spoke with such a face, I started following him without even having the time to react. Why did Noah say something like that to me-)

Manager : (No, I'm just thinking too much! But since today's Valentine's Day, it doesn't seem too weird to have thoughts like that, does it?)

Manager : (Why am I thinking like that?! I must be crazy! But doesn't Noah usually talk like that? Doesn't he? Ahh I don't know!)

Noah : "Manager."

Manager : "Ah!"

Noah : "Um...."

Manager : "Ah, Noah. I'm sorry, I was just thinking of something else and...."

Noah : "Thinking? What were you thinking of?"

Manager : "It-It's a secret!!!"

Manager : (Without a doubt, I was clearly thinking strangely by myself for some time while he was staring. Obviously, my thought has to remain a secret!)

Noah : "....."

Manager : (Come to think of it, that box Noah is holding...he has had that since the beginning. Is it a chocolate?)

*Shift*

Manager : (Ah, I can't see it well now because he hid it behind him. It was so prettily wrapped--it wasn't for me?)

Noah : "What are you looking at?"

Manager : "!!!"

Manager : "N-Nothing? I didn't see anything!"

Noah : "Pff- haha, cute."

Manager : "Ugh, stop teasing me!"

Noah : "You were so surprised and now your cheeks are red from embarrassment."

Manager : "!"

Noah : "Is this kind of face only in front of me?"

Manager : "...."

Noah : "I hope it is."

Manager : (He's so different today! Noah feels foreign. Why though? Why is it that....)

Noah : "Now that I noticed how much of loved person Manager is, I suddenly became worried."

Manager : "?"

Noah : "How will I win against 19 people..."

Manager : "???"

Noah : "Let me know if you have any tips for me."

Manager : (I can't take this anymore. My heart will not be in good condition, I want to run away!)

*Grab*

Manager : (He caught me?!)

Noah : "Fine, fine. I won't tease you, I promise."

Manager : "...."

Noah : "I'll escort you to your room."

Manager : "Okay..."

All I could hear was the sound of us walking. Somehow, the sound of my steps dragged heavily on the floor....

Manager : (Now, just a turn around the corner and the dorm will come to our vision...)

Noah : "...."

Manager : (I'll just pretend that I...Wait why am I so anxious?)

*Stop*

Noah : "What's wrong?"

Manager : "Noah."

Noah : "Hm?"

Manager : (Ugh, what if I mess up? But still....)

Manager : "That box..."

Manager : "It wasn't for me?"

Part 4

Noah : "I came to give you just the perfume though?"

Manager : "I thought there was more to it since today's Valentine's day...."

Noah : "Hmm?"

Manager : "That! So that doesn't mean anything else! I thought...you were holding it because you wanted to give it to me...."

Noah : "Ahh....actually, I was going to give it to manager."

Manager : "!"

Noah : "You're right."

Noah : "But I hesitated."

Manager : "Why?"

Noah : "A little-"

Manager : "...."

Noah : "...."

Noah : "The shape got crooked a little."

Manager : (That face! That embarrassed shy face! Ah! So, is this why he didn't say a word about it?)

Manager : "Hahahaha! Why does the shape even matter?"

Noah : "But still...."

Manager : (I guess he was a bit worried about giving it as a gift to me. So, should I cheer him up a little?)

Manager : "I want the chocolate...."

Noah : "?"

Manager : "From you."

Noah : "!"

Noah : "....Manager..."

Manager : "Why? Are you still hesitating?"

Noah : "Manager, seriously..."

Manager : "?"

Noah : "What am I going to do with you?"

Manager : "What?"

Noah : "What will I do if I like you too much?"

Manager : "I can't hear you properly."

Noah : "Ahem! Never mind, forget it."

Noah : "I don't know why I'm shaking so much..."

Noah : "I made this with Manager in mind."

Noah : "Will you accept it?"

Manager : "Thank you."

*Crumble*

Manager : "Hmm!"

Manager : "It has different texture of thickness, what did you use?"

Noah : "It's a secret."

Manager : "It's so delicious!"

Noah : "Really? Ah, I'm so relieved."

Manager : "Were you nervous? That's a very worn out expression."

Noah : "Um, I was worried because I kept failing previous times."

Manager : "Really? I thought if it's Noah, he could make it very skillfully in one-go."

Noah : "I'll make it even better next year. Should I add a little statue on it too?"

Manager : "It's honestly enough with this nice gift. Really, thank you."

Noah : "So, shall we go?"

--------

Manager : "We're here."

Noah : "Thank you for your time today. Sleep well."

Manager : "Hang on, Noah."

Noah : "?"

*Pssh-* *Perfume sprays*

Noah : "???"

Manager : "I thought the scent would fade soon so."

Noah : "Huh?"

Manager : "Good night."

*Closed*

Noah : "...Oh...."

Noah : "Hah, ahahaha..."

Noah : "Oh my god."

Noah : "What am I going to do with you seriously...."

~~~~~~~~~~~

PERSONAL STORY CLEARED~

The SNS of this story is here!

Build the ship everyone! NoaMani is sailing~ [Note : KR ship name for Noah X Manager is “NoaMani”!]

Also, I wanted to post this story right on Valentine’s day but I couldn’t because of life problems...But hey, it’s still February here where I live so, it’s still love month i guess?? lol

#FINALLY IT'S HERE!#i fell harder for noah bc of this card tbh #afterl!fe #afterl!fe the sacred kaleidoscope #afterl!fe noah #noah kind #after l!fe #afterl!fe translations #otome game #after l!fe noah

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Boxer Levi & Coach Reader

author note :: i lost the ask for this, but this is not good at all. quite literally the worst thing i have ever written /srs anyways,,,,, anon said they wanted me to post it no matter what so i hope you do enjoy whatever this is,,, the pacing is non-existent and it has not been edited 👍🏼

requests are always open :-) i promise i am usually better than this,, anyway i may just use this as a rough outline for a fic 🤔

word count :: 5.4k....... yeah......

you and levi become acquainted with each other in university. it’s all very cliche if you do say so yourself. he steps in playing the role of good samaritan heroically saving your wallet and wordlessly he hands it to you even after running for the thief. the man doesn’t do as much as pant in exhaustion.

his stamina is…never mind that, his reflexes are out of this world

he expects a thank you because anyone else would expect at least a token of gratitude shown via words but the sentence you want to ask only ends up trapping itself in your throat

it comes to the point where he nods understanding maybe you have a sore throat or just don’t want to thank him at all

eyes flicking to his hands you immediately lunge forward taking your chance.

almost immediately you feel regret for holding onto the wrist of a complete and utter stranger without permission

“your stamina it’s great!” the man turns to you, he isn’t smiling but he’s definitely intrigued by the sudden change in behavior

and that’s where it all begins

levi’s horrible at getting to know strangers, even worse at forming bonds and connections. maybe that’s why he doesn’t warm up to the idea of having to deal with new people and new settings all at once

“i hope you’ve met your coach this is aman-” introductions are cut short by levi stubbornly interjecting in the middle of your sentence

“i have, but is she you?”

pursing your lips an awkward chuckle leaves your mouth, you look around uncomfortably wondering what he means.

“well, no?”

“then i won’t box.”

?????

you don’t even know what to say??? here you were thinking maybe he would be a little more cooperative than this.

his index finger points right at you and he takes a step forwards. his shoes come into contact with yours and you find yourself holding your breath apprehensively.

“i won’t box unless it’s you in charge.”

that is when you and levi formally meet for the first time. you are but an inexperienced coach and he, an inexperienced boxer.

“i’m getting drinks you want anything?”

“oh no don’t worry i’m good!!” you smile at levi and he nods his head venturing off to buy himself a bottle of sparkling water

levi has had you coaching him for a few years now

really he doesn’t think he’s ever felt more than respect for you. respect for the way you stay back late with him to train, respect for the schedules you make him and he’s most definitely respectful of your boxing knowledge

sure out of the two of you he’s more physically capable but it doesn’t change the fact that he becomes frustrated when he’s told he has to spend a day without you.

it’s not like you think that levi cares or anything, nothing sappy like that.

he just probably hates, no, despises having to listen to anyone else’s instructions. he finds that they somehow sound demeaning or less sincere.

every instruction you give him has a reason behind it. you don’t beat around the bush and he’s stated before that he enjoys that he knows he’s developing his skill set and progressing when he’s with you.

the olympus ring - one of the largest boxing competitions known to man is approaching soon and if levi manages to place in the top two his career is set to sky rocket in no time at all

that thought makes you feel unusually nervous

worry gnaws at your mind and you wonder about whether or not he’ll replace you after the competition concludes. after all who wants a coach with little fighting experience? all you really know is from your family. your brother and father had been professional boxers years prior.

you have no doubt at all that levi will place number one that’s for sure but you really hope he doesn’t find a replacement for you.

you’ve never had much faith in your coaching and to be left behind in the dust hurts you a tiny bit but you never bring it up because you know what? levi progressing in his career will make him happy :-)

levi’s happiness over yours and it’s not good to be selfish you suppose >:(

“y/n.” he’s waving a hand in front of your face, you’re uncharacteristically quiet today and he’s caught on

“you awake?” he asks again.

upon receiving no response levi’s now waving his hand with more tenacity

“wake. up.” he flicks at your forehead and you stir a little finally coming to your senses once you see him leaning up above you.

he looks taller than normal from this angle and your cheeks blaze, he has a habit of walking around shirtless whilst training and doesn’t realise the effect it has on you

“i- yeah good totally good. just thinking.”

“thinking about?” levi kneels to the floor looking you in the eyes and your mind falters wondering when it was he began to sit so close to you. it feels like it was just yesterday when the two of you used to eat lunch separately out of embarrassment.

the silence stretches for a second too long and his eyes narrow suspiciously leaving you to think on your feet

“i well, you have a press conference soon and i have to think of transportation and-”

“coach. i can deal with that.”

you’re a little stunned when he says that because he’s never tried to take away from your responsibilities in the past. is this a hint that he no longer wants you around?

“but it’s my job?” you reply back feeling threatened

“but you’re always doing it. i can figure it out this once.”

without even hearing the rest of what you have to say he stalks back towards his punching bag leaving your chest empty

he’s definitely thinking of replacing you is what you think

really this should not be getting you worked up.

you’ve known levi for years, you should have faith in the fact he trusts you but you find yourself indulging in self doubt more often than you intend to

guilt fills you as you scroll through the multiple job listings in front of you but you have a justification. this is your lifeline, you can’t afford to lose your source of income and it’s best to be prepared

however there’s no real amount of preparation that can get you used to the prospect of not seeing levi every day

he’s sort of just made a space for himself in your daily routine

chewing at your bottom lip you can’t get through one job listing without thinking about him and you shut your laptop down thinking tomorrow will be a better day and you’ll check back in then

why does levi even matter?? he’ll officially be an ass when he dumps you of your position?? who cares about him???

but that doesn’t stop you from caring and now you’re hunched over your closed laptop trying to understand what it is that’s making you feel this way

maybe it’s the whole attachment you have with him??

he is the very first person you’ve ever coached that’s true

he’s made you proud and allowed for your name to get out there in the boxing world

maybe that’s what’s holding you back from looking into other jobs

but that reason doesn’t make much sense

you should still be frustrated with him.

AND

you most definitely should not care about how he’s doing OR worry about who’ll patch him up when he ends up stupidly injuring himself during practice (he does that a lot)

“why do i care so much for him?” you type into google thinking there’s no person on this earth that can help you with this predicament now

honestly at this point asking AI is probably going to have to be your only reliable option

tapping on one of the first links you hope to find your answer

“what happened? yeah, you had sex?” pops onto your screen and you tap off as quick as possible.

no. you did not have sex. oh god, you haven’t even touched levi much. the most you’ve done is lace your fingers with his and offer him a hug

are you meant to have… had sex???

is it wrong for you to feel that way withou-

okay enough. this has got nothing to do with sex and your feelings are still valid. maybe you are right and you’re attached to him that’s it!!! right?

scrolling further down you nearly give up until you reach another link titled “the science of caring for those who don’t care for you.”

rolling your eyes you still hesitantly tap praying you find some sort of answer

and an answer is what you find that’s for sure

staring you right in the face in bold letters

1. you feel responsible for that person

not really, he’s very independent.

2. the person is a family member

absolutely not

3. you could be romantically attracted to the person in question

…….

romantically interested?? no. that’s wrong. not true. incorrect. not right. just not real. you are not romantically attracted to levi

,,,or are you?

that does explain why he makes you feel jittery, it explains why you shivered the one time he engulfed you in a hug at his first championship

it also explains why you feel burning jealousy when a celebrity shoves their number into your hands asking you to pass it onto levi. they don’t even look at you like you’re a human being. you’re just a messenger pigeon

they’re worlds away from you. you forever stuck in your tracksuit and them - those beautiful models in skintight dresses and heels to match are stuck in a world where everything they want is handed to them. that includes men

you know it’s not their fault and you’d kill to be like them too but you guess the whole sweaty tracksuits and boxing daily has just become your niche

nonetheless levi is a man. a popular man.

and he sure as hell has no romantic interest in his clumsy, uncoordinated coach

sighing you huddle yourself into a ball choosing not to think about it anymore

but you know you’ve already come to your conclusion

you like levi ackerman more than a coach should

and it’s taken you years to take notice of it

when you became a coach you never really thought people would talk about you much

you were clearly very wrong about that. you and levi are both hot topics on discussion forums and boxing panels. luckily for you levi finds no entertainment in such forms of boxing and so never glances at them

he’s completely unaware of all the online comments. to be honest you’re happy he’s oblivious to it all. he doesn’t deserve to deal with spiteful, mean spirited jabs

you’re less like levi and find yourself aimlessly scrolling through news articles and boxing q&a pages. it’s interesting to see what people have to say on social media

but these days all the searches for your name are filled with “replaced soon?” and “not good enough to coach ackerman?”

the headlines are cruel jokes but again you’re willing to handle taking the brunt of the press’ force instead of levi. yes, even if it hurts you.

“what you reading?” levi peers over your shoulder and you nearly throw your phone away to the other side of the room but instead you choose to grip at it tightly and shove it into your chest

you grin hiding the screen away. “something private.”

levi doesn’t look like he believes you, he wants to ask if you’re okay and if you need anything because frankly you do look slightly distraught but he decides against interrogating you

“oh okay. i’ll be back. you want anything from starbucks?” he asks.

at that moment you wish he asked you if you wanted to talk about what had been bothering you

but you know even if he did ask you’d deny his help

the olympus ring’s official press conference is one in which many rivalries will be established

levi has always had an issue with zeke jaeger one of the top contenders in his division.

it’s a long story......

one which includes the purposeful injury of a mutual friend in order to sabotage his career

you remember it all, the way you had to physically hold levi back from pouncing at the man. it had been one of the most difficult things you had to do

erwin was your friend too and you wanted him to receive justice. part of you wanted to let go and allow for levi to attack zeke with his all but you chose to be levi’s coach before you were erwin’s friends

if he wasn’t going to make good decisions for himself you would do it for him

if you had let him go through with that rash choice he could have risked suspension and suspension could completely halt some careers. suspension almost always led to shorter longevity and motivation

and so that’s why you always shift to levi’s side when he walks past zeke. there’s no way you’re taking a chance. knowing levi he could lose his cool and completely pummel him with an upper cut

so that’s what you’re doing right now. trying to edge levi to the other side of the hall but he does no such thing.

“coach, do you have to be so cautious with zeke?” he finally asks with a bland look on his face

you wince a little when he doesn’t use your name and it looks like he notices the reaction. he makes no commentary on it

“this is my job. let me do it properly.” you explain nudging him to the side so your path doesn’t coincide with zeke’s

levi looks at you poking a tongue in his cheek clearly not amused nor happy

“i’ll do what i want.” and with that said and done he walks on ahead. you take note of the fact that despite saying he’ll do what he wants he does in fact comply with your instructions and walks in the opposite direction and into a nearby convenience store

sighing you rummage through your backpack trying to find your meds

your head has been pounding since you’ve arrived and you hope to fit in at least one nap

looking up to survey the area the street is clear and there is no sight of zeke. you feel at ease at that discovery, not only does he cause you discomfort but he’s a general displeasure to interact with

his tuft of dirty blonde hair irks you to no end and you’re up for no conversation with the man who who ended erwin’s career

he’s the last person you want to ever initiate small talk with.

but fate is a weird thing is it not? because as soon as you’re sure you’ve escaped the clutches of zeke jaeger you hear a chuckle behind you

“well if it isn’t levi’s side piece?”

a hand lands on your shoulder but you shake it away immediately

jaw clenching you try to ignore zeke as best you can but he continues to taunt you

“imagine if levi got an actual coach and not a whore to fuck in the gym?”

turning to face him you see him midway through shrugging his shoulders

believe it or not there had been a time where you and zeke were good friends. a time where he hadn’t let fame get to his head.

so for him to refer to you like that does make your heart sting a little

“cat got your tong-”

and there it is

the long overdue punch

it hits him right in the jaw without warning and you’re tripping trying to stop levi - who might you add has shown up from NOWHERE.

you thought he was shopping?????

“you know if i needed to swing at him i could have?!?” you whisper shout at him completely infuriated that he’s possibly thrown away his chance of competing

“you weren’t going to though.” he says plainly and you can’t deny it.

you don’t have it in you to swing at zeke.

levi doesn’t choose to inflict more pain on his opponent and instead kneels beside him leaning by his ear

you don’t know what he whispers - you’re completely out of ear shot but it’s not even thirty seconds later till levi rises and saunters away seeming content

shooting zeke an apologetic look for the over the top beating you’re surprised to see him look...regretful?

whatever levi said you wonder what it was

it’s been a solid fifteen minutes of you walking behind levi

his back is all you’ve seen so you have no idea about his mood and it’s not that you’re intimidated or anything but peering in just to look at his face is a little odd so you choose to stay a suitable distance away

“y/n.” he says finally when he reaches his hotel room.

fishing through your backpack for his keys you’re surprised when he holds your wrist to stop you

“listen to me.” he sounds calm but slightly on edge

“has zeke always said those things?”

twiddling your thumbs you awkwardly laugh

“well no, we used to be friends. remember how i told you ages ago? he was so cool back then and yeah i miss that zeke :-) but i don’t know what’s up with him.”

you’ve never really told anyone about how you feel about zeke’s hostility so you’re getting KINDA emotional right now thinking about the friend you miss

“i mean to ask, since you started coaching me has he always said that?”

“it was a bit before that but yeah. it’s no big deal at all. people change, zeke changed. i can’t do anything about it.”

moving to find his room keys again you don’t expect for him to hold his grasp

looking up at him there’s a look of simmering anger on his face

“why did you never tell me he said that about you?”

running a hand through your hair you’re only getting anxious having to deal with this in the middle of a hotel hallway

“levi. everyone says that about me. me and you are always together, all sorts of stupid rumours spread.”

“so why do you have to deal with all the malicious comments?? it’s unfa-”

“levi, the world has never been fair.”

handing him his keys he looks between you and them. he’s deciding if he wants to continue with his questioning

ultimately he decides he’s heard enough

a few hours have passed since the incident. neither you or levi have had the courage to come out of your separate rooms to discuss anything

you know you’re going to have to break the quiet and go through his possible press conference questions with him. even if you don’t want to this is your job after all.

so that’s how you end up sitting cross legged on his bed in your pyjamas. levi’s still in the shower so you’ve welcomed your self in. it’s common practice between the two of you to do so

after the one time he walked in on you naked…there’s practically nothing to hide from each other

scribbling a few ideas down onto your notepad you’re curious of what the press have in store for him this time

“yes exactly my thoughts” the sound of levi’s voice is coming from the bathroom, you suppose he’s had to take a business call and think nothing of it

“y/n?” he scoffs and you assume at first he’s calling out for you but then things take a turn for the worst

“sometimes i think about not having y/n coach me that’s all… there’s nothing wrong with that?”

oh.

so your suspicions were correct.

glancing down at the interview questions in your lap you jot down a note at the bottom

hey couldn’t stay for long but try to review the press conference questions on your own if you have the time! :-) much lov good luck, y/n !!!!

and then you retreat.

you don’t know if you make it up but you swear you hear knocking at your door during the night. you aren’t too sure but whatever it is disturbs your sleep.

stretching outside of your room the next morning you’re drowsy and beyond exhausted. you don’t even notice levi come outside.

one of his knuckles is rubbing at his bloodshot eyes. has he not slept well?

“i tried to wake you up but i guess you were asleep?” his statement comes out as a question. you’re not used to levi exhibiting much emotion at all and right now he seems unusually inquisitive.

“i was sleeping.” not even sparing him a second of your time you give him a rehearsed smile and walk off towards the hotel cafe

you can’t find the energy to even look at him

the hall is lined up with barricades to prevent possible assault or injury and you’re behind the stage with levi

the two of you have yet to say another word to each other since this morning. levi’s buttoning his shirt up and you’re looking around for his necktie. the least he can do after yesterday’s confrontation with zeke is to look presentable

“tie?” he asks over his shoulder

throwing it at him you hear a grunt of annoyance. he must have disliked that.

“can you help me with my cuff links?”

breathing out of your nose you feel anxious. you’ll have to get really close to him to do that.

but again you have to.

you take them from his hands and stand in front of him. you don’t really know how to go about this, what way is there for you to appropriately position yourself?

he’s sat on a backstage bench and checks the time on his phone “we’ve only got a few minutes left.” he’s clearly requesting that you hurry this up but you can’t seem to do it you’re completely frozen in place

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asks

“nothing.”

he doesn’t have to know you know

“something’s wrong.”

“we’re in a hurry it doesn’t matter.” yanking him by his right sleeve you slot one of the cuff links through the slits in his shirt.

levi silently observes you fiddling with his sleeves, you can feel his stare burn into you. even as you’re moving onto the opposite side you can see from the corner of your eye that he hasn’t stopped staring

“was it something i said to you?” he asks again

a silence drags between the both of you and you debate on whether or not you’d like to enlighten levi with the information you obtained yesterday night

“more like something you didn’t say.” you finally respond.

thrusting his arm back at him his hand lands onto his lap and he opens his mouth to respond only to be cut off by an announcer

“THIS YEARS OLYMPUS RING CONTESTANTS MAY ENTER.”

crowds can be heard cheering outside but levi still hasn’t ripped his eyes off of you

“go on, maybe you’ll find a new coach after the press conference.” your bitter smile tells him all he has to know and his face visibly drops realizing what has happened

“i–”

“mr ackerman to the stage. i repeat mr ackerman to the stage!!”

he’s torn between staying behind and explaining himself or leaving to head towards one of the most important press conferences of his life

his teeth tug at his bottom lip as he looks between you and the entrance to the stage

“go levi.”

and he does.

levi’s sat on one of many chairs on the panel, he gulps taking a sip of water to calm his nerves. he’s not even nervous about the press conference, that can wait. he doesn’t know how much you’ve heard and how much you’ve misinterpreted what he’s said

he finds it weird at first that he’s even worried because you and him have a professional relationship

but then he has to stop himself from smacking the back of his own head. he knows that much isn’t true, hell if it was a strictly professional relationship he wouldn’t be walking around shirtless to get your attention

he wouldn’t lace his fingers with yours when he was nervous either

he wouldn’t let you tend to his injuries and scold him if this was about being professional, he doesn’t tolerate being scolded by anyone but if it’s you he’ll take it

when it’s you scolding him for fucking up one of his fists it feels okay, it feels right. he feels warm inside knowing that you have to care for him if you get that angry

he sighs feeling exasperated waiting for the last person to join the panel and get this question and answers segment over and done with

zeke makes his obnoxiously late appearance but levi doesn’t have it in him to roll his eyes. evidently he’s still stuck on you and thinking about apologizing as soon as this is finished

zeke sits right next to levi and some members of the crowd whisper amongst themselves

“have they made up?”

“think there’s gonna be another brawl??”

“i hope not they’re both my favourites…”

one of the reporters right in front of the stage but behind the barricades is the first to speak

“as we all know there has been an unmistakable sense of tension between two of the most promising contenders this year. mr ackerman and mr yaeger. would you like to put the rumours at rest?”

the question makes levi clench his jaw, zeke rolls his hands into two fists feeling just as frustrated. this is boxing not a reality tv show who cares what the terms of their long broken friendship are?

zeke nudges levi’s knee with his and levi returns the movement.

for now they’ll call a truce. it seems that both he and zeke have more pressing matters to attend to

“me and levi are bros. i’m frankly upset such a rumour started in the first place!” the crowd is mumbling again and the reporter himself is stunned by the unexpected response

“i admit that a fight which some may have saw yesterday was my fault. i had made some inappropriate comments towards his coach to get at him. it was a malicious move on my part and i hope people don’t think him and i are mortal enemies because of this bump in the road.”

zeke is so well spoken when he wants to be that levi feels self conscious sitting there having said nothing.

“mr ackerman? would you like to comment or?”

levi’s eyes light up, this is an opportunity to have you hear him. he doesn’t have to wait to explain when he can throw hints right now. you may be giving him the silent treatment but you wouldn’t miss this press conference for the world

sitting up in his chair and clearing his throat levi looks directly into one of the cameras pointed at him. he’s sure you’ll be able to see him from backstage.

“me and zeke have no other disputes apart from that i assure you. i simply value my coach greatly and so i acted rashly yesterday.”

the reporter nods along feeling pleased with the answer.

a few more questions are thrown around to the other contestants, levi sits there bored out of his mind until at the last minute before everything is just about to wrap up he’s asked a question once again

“regarding your coach, have you thought of a replacement if you win the championship?”

levi presses his lips together not understanding the question

“why would i replace my current coach?” where on earth has this question even come from??

“rumours have been flying around regarding lack of experience and the fact you’re outgrowing each other now. it’s all over boxing discussion forums.”

your hands are embarrassingly shoved into your pockets as people pass behind you backstage offering you pitiful looks. maybe wearing your bright pink team ackerman tracksuit wasn’t the best choice because everyone can hear what’s going on up front

levi’s memory flashes back to the number of times you hid your phone behind your back and awkwardly chuckled saying nothing was bothering you. he understands what you were hiding now

his mouth twists into a scowl, he knows you’re a few meters away listening to all of this and hearing it coming out of a stranger’s mouth is probably upsetting you

“i plan to stick with my coach till the day i die.”

you sit up not believing what you heard, it entirely contradicts what you heard last night

some journalists are jotting down notes, members of the audience are leaning forward listening intently

“well, why is that?” the reporter presses on

levi twirls a pen around in his hands staring off into the crowd.

“i don’t think anyone else could tolerate me.

you bite back a laugh because you know that’s true :-)

“they’re a person who saw potential in me when no one else did.”

he chuckles to himself. “your stamina it’s great!” his witty imitation of you is rather accurate

“that was the first thing coach ever said to me.” he pauses allowing himself to reminisce.

“but i did want to drop my coach the other day.” he admits.

hearing him confess to it should make you mad, you should be pissed off right now but you can’t manage to feel that way at all

“i said it because i wanted them to relax. i never really understood the magnitude of the criticism they were receiving until recently.”

levi’s staring directly at the camera and his eyes pierce into yours, it’s as if he’s actually looking right at you

“i’d be lost without them, so i want to say to the one person rooting for me backstage, thank you for everything you do for me :-)”

you’re covering your face with your hands feeling the blush creep up your cheeks now. GOD what is he doing??? you may as well be the same colour as your tracksuit, you’ve never heard him be this sentimental in his entire life

“so no, i won’t be replacing my coach any time soon. if anything i should worry about my coach replacing me.”

levi ackerman...

he’s a HUGE idiot if he thinks you’ve ever thought of seriously replacing him

levi presses his arms against your sides when you’re both alone and in the solitude of his hotel room.

“i’m sorry for thinking you wanted to fire me.“ you mumble it into his chest feeling much too embarrassed to look up at him and say it

“also i may as well say this now but i have a fat, massive, huge crush on you “

after that you awkwardly laugh to yourself. you both kinda stare at each other and you’re meant to regret telling him how you feel right now but you don’t. having that weight lifted off your shoulders feels amazing.

"you don’t have to like me back or anything and i know you don’t like me back obviously you probably like that one actress- what was her name?? the one with the long black hair she gave you her number at a fundraiser dinner. you’d both look cute together, have i said that??”

levi gives you a blank look

“i threw her number away.”

you’re open mouthed feeling completely shocked, she’s gorgeous??

“HUH?? HELLO WHY? LEVI ACKERMAN, HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN HER??”

“i have but is she you?”

the all too familiar words from years ago ring in your ears

nostalgia hits the both of you in waves and levi takes you in for another hug. your heart hammers in your chest and with your face pressed against him once again you can feel the irregular beat of his heart too.

that is when you and levi formally meet for the second time. this time you are but an experienced coach and he, an experienced boxer.

:-)

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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Fell in Love in Scotland Pt. 1

Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Warnings: angst; cursing; pining; 18+ in later parts (maybe? not sure yet)

Summary: After finding about the new Captain America, the reader goes to Louisiana to visit Sam.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: So I know this isn’t on my list of things I *should* be working on, but I had this idea today and I had to get it down! This is only going to be 2-3 parts. This is my first time writing for Sam!

I’m taking a small break from working on my other works in progress to focus on getting out as much Sam content as a can before Sam’s (and my) bday on the 14th! Not sure how much I’ll be able to write but that is my hope!

My biggest flex at the moment is sharing a bday with Sam.

This references Civil War, Endgame and Infinity War events in flashbacks but you know, canon is a thing I like to just maneuver around so I’m sorry if there are many major inaccuracies!

This is unedited and please let me know if I missed anything that should be included as a warning.

Taglist is in my bio

You were furious. Without even thinking, you picked up your phone and found him in your contact list. You were fuming, needing to find out what happened so you could help him. You hadn’t talked to him since Tony Stark’s funeral, and you had found out through Banner that Steve had gifted him the shield. You psych yourself out every time you want to reach out and talk to him, but your rage blinded you and took the lead over your usual nervousness.

“What happened?” you ask as soon as the ringing on the other end stops and you know he’s answered. You have the phone balanced on your shoulder as your slipping on your shoes, ready to head out as soon as you can.

“(Y/N)?” he asks, sounding confused. Also, incredibly hurt and rightfully so. You imagined he was watching the same thing as you on television and you thought he’d be as equally mad.

“Sam,” you say, letting out a shaky breath. “The shield.”

There’s nothing but dead air for what feel like forever.

“I gave it up,” he finally answers. You can hear in his voice that there is much more to this than that.

“Are you in D.C.?” you ask, not wanting to push him to talk.

“Delacroix. You don’t have to come-.”

“Can’t come visit a friend?” you ask hopefully. You hear him sigh.

“It’s not a great time,” he says hesitantly.

“Isn’t that when you need friends the most?” you counter, trying to force a happier, more uplifting tone. You try, but you know you still sound miserable. “Please,” you ask again, almost a whisper.

“You’re coming no matter what I say, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

“Pretty much,” you admit, “but I would love it if you actually wanted to see me.”

“You know I would…”

“So that settles it,” you smile, blinking to hold back a couple tears. Your voice breaks just a little. “I’m getting on the first plane I can.”

Before he has a chance to change his mind, you end the call and immediately pack some necessities. You never got out of the habit of always being called off, so many of the things you needed were already packed away in a bag in your closet. It was a comforting thing for you. Like you always had the option to just leave wherever you were. You said it was because of all the times you got pulled away from life because of missions for SHIELD, but it ran a little deeper than that.

God, he’s handsome. That’s the only thing you can think of when you’re finally in front of him again. Your mind is at a complete blank. You should be able to muster up the ability to say something. He’s waiting for you at the airport. You didn’t expect this, but it is Sam. Of course, he was going to meet you when your plane landed. You try your best to clear up the haze in your brain as you walk towards him, and he pulls you into a tight hug.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he mumbles, resting his head on top of your head as you bury your face in his chest. All hopes you had at a cool, collected front when you saw him disappeared. You missed him too much and had gone too long without admitting it to yourself. Tell him you missed him, tell him you’re happy to see him, say anything…

“I want to help,” you say when you both break away. You inwardly cringe. You can’t vocalize anything except turning this into some mission.

“Please can we not talk about the shield?” he asks, and you realize you’ve clearly hit a sore spot. You nod in agreement, feeling terrible for having brought it up so soon. You didn’t want him to think you were prioritizing the shield over him. That wasn’t the case at all. You came here for him, to see him, why the hell couldn’t you act like it.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, earnestly. You had to pull yourself together.

“I appreciate that you are worried about me,” he says slinging an arm over your shoulder as you walk. It feels nice, effortless. “But I donated the shield and after that, it was out of my hands.”

You know he is leaving out a lot, and you know him well enough to know there’s a deeper issue. But, for now, you decide to table it. He tells you about his nephews, and he fills you in on how he’s been able to spend time with them, and it feels so beautifully normal. The world feels like it’s falling apart around you but there’s Sam, pulling you back in like he was always able to do.

“I missed you,” he admits, after there’s a lull in the conversation driving to the house. “I thought maybe I would’ve seen you at the compound, or something before you left after the funeral.”

“I didn’t really have the chance,” you try to gloss over. “I just- After Steve came and said goodbye, I couldn’t stay. It just hurt too much.”

“Steve told you?”

“Not exactly, just a very vague goodbye, but I was able to read between the lines. I knew he wasn’t coming back.”

“What did he say?”

“Just that he wanted to go back and fix things. If he couldn’t have done it here, he wanted a second chance. To get back the time lost. Save Bucky, find Nat, maybe visit Peggy… He just wasn’t ready to stop yet. There was no fight here left, so he went back chasing the ones he felt like he lost?”

He nods, just taking in the information. He tells you about seeing Steve when he came back, about how he got married. He tells you about how Steve gave him the shield, but he thought the right decision was to donate the shield to the Smithsonian. You don’t try to do anything else but listen, and try your best to understand. But hearing Sam not think he could take on the title was heartbreaking. You want to ask him if he regrets it, if he wants to get the shield back, but for now, you know it isn’t the right time. Just tell him you missed him too, please. You can’t do it. The words get stuck in the back of your throat. Why is this so hard?

“Remember when we met?” you ask, looking aimlessly out the window.

“You mean when you drop kicked me at an airport?” he asks with a laugh.

“No- I mean, yes that happened first technically,” you smile. “I was more so thinking about the first time we spoke after that.”

“You mean when you came with Steve to get us out of prison?” he asks, skeptically.

“The very time,” you grin.

“I’m pretty sure the only thing you said was stay low and keep out of my way, if I remember correctly,” he raised an eyebrow.

“No, no in the jet,” you clarify, “Before we went into hiding.”

You sat on the floor across from Sam, you had pulled your torso out of your tactical suit, and had the arms of it tied around your waist. The SHIELD t-shirt you wore underneath was covered in sweat and grime. You rested your head against the cold metal of the plane’s ship and your eyes wandered to Sam.

“Pararescue?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” he responds, looking over his equipment that Steve brought with you.

“SR,” you reply. “Well, was.”

“You were Special Reconnaissance?” he asks, and you nod.

“Three tours.”

“Is that why you changed sides?” He continues and you can’t help but smile.

“I guess you can look at it that way.”

“I’m Sam.”

“I know.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” he chuckles, crossing his arms, relaxing a bit more. You smirk.

“(Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Sam. Sorry about beating your ass.”

“You got lucky, SR,” he scoffs, and you laugh.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Wilson,” you laugh.

“You’re lucky we’re on the same side now,” he jokes.

“Oh, I know,” you smile. You get up and head to the cockpit to join Steve.

“I told you that the two of you would hit it off,” he chuckles as you slide into the copilot seat.

“You bring me along just to set me up, Rogers?” you scoff. His cheeks redden a little.

“You know that’s not true…”

“Ugh, you’re just as bad as Natasha, Steve,” you roll your eyes.

“You have shared life experience.”

“He is gorgeous.”

“I’ll tell him you said that.”

“Don’t even think about it Rogers,” you gasp.

Before you know it, Sam is pulling up to your Airbnb.

“Come by the house tomorrow,” he says, and you nod. “I want to bring you somewhere.”

“Yeah,�� you agree, as you get out of the car. It was already late, and you denied Sam’s offer to get dinner. You were exhausted, and you were still in the clothes you were wearing when you left your apartment suddenly. You needed to shower, sleep, and then your visit with him would start. You also were nervous. You could tell he was a little disappointed when you declined his offer but he understood.

“We’ll get some beers and talk about the good old days tomorrow. Don’t worry about it,” he smiles, rubbing the top of your hand reassuringly.

“Good old days?” you tease.

“We’ll talk about Scotland,” he grins, “The good parts.”

“The good parts,” you affirm. You try to think about what he means but you let yourself put it out of your brain for now. “I’ll be by first thing.”

“I am really glad you’re here,” he reiterates once more before you disappear into the small house. You don’t have the courage to admit you feel the same.

When you close the door behind you, you look out the curtain and watch as Sam drives away. Your mind runs rampant with just all the things on your mind. The shield. Sam. Being here with Sam. Having to talk about feelings and memories with Sam. Scotland. How you fell in love with Sam Wilson in Scotland.

You worry coming here was a mistake.

Part Two

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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Princess Part 10

Harry Potter Marauders Era AU

Link to Part 9

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

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“Considering we have been preparing for you to die...I think we deserve five minutes of explanation. You have scared Y/n and your mother to death. I suggest you start talking…”

Regulus frowned at his father’s comment. Orion was right. You did deserve the truth. Regulus knew later he would feel guilty for not caring about his mother knowing the truth or Orion for that matter. His only worry was you. You sat at his side gently stroking his now healed hand.

“Fine, shut the door.”

Regulus replied as James reached out and shut the door with his foot. As much as Regulus didn’t want anything to do with James nor Sirius, they did save his life. Maybe it was time to put some bitter feelings on the back burner for the moment.

“Voldemort is worse than we all feared. He’s insane and we need to stop sympathizing with him. James and Sirius just keep doing whatever it is that you do. That part was directed toward you but...mum and dad...we were so wrong. This guy almost killed Kreacher....yes, that pissed me off but it wasn’t the reason that I…did what I did. Voldemort is out there creating horcruxes...I found one...a locket. I just need to figure out how to destroy it.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped.

“So that explains what you were muttering about. How do we destroy it?”

Regulus shrugged.

“Beats the hell out of me. Kreacher has it right now.”

Sirius frowned.

“You left something that important to Kreacher? The same Kreacher that we grew up with?”

You winced when Regulus’ hand tightened around yours.

“Well, it was either that or it went to the bottom of the lake with me while I was busy being drowned by Inferi. Which would you have preferred?”

Regulus ignored how both Walburga and Orion went completely pale at the mention of “being drowned.” Sirius, meanwhile, was still trying to take in what he was hearing.

“So inferi tried to turn you into a human pretzel?

Regulus was beginning to get annoyed with Sirius. He didn’t like being interrupted as it was now here was Sirius asking questions that would have been answered anyway.

“Yes, Sirius...please keep up. Like I was about to say, Voldemort won’t just leave the prized pieces of his soul just lying around. He will make whoever it is work for what they are getting. Between having to slice my hand open to get into this place, drinking some god fucking awful potion, and almost getting drowned...I had to give the locket to Kreacher. He is probably at home having a panic attack because the last thing that he saw was me going under. Mum, can you send a telegram home and let him know that everything is alright?”

Walburga was fanning herself. None of this was anything that she expected to hear. She had expected to hear some story of Regulus going up against another death eater. Now knowing how close she actually was to losing her baby, everything was beginning to feel fuzzy.

“I don’t think mum is available right now.”

Sirius commented. Orion nodded and gently patted his wife’s shoulder. He wasn't sure what really to do to comfort her when he was trying to control his own pounding heart. Between questioning, if what Regulus was saying was true and the realization that he almost died...Orion didn’t know how to feel.

I knew that I should have never supported letting him get into that.

Orion thought before finally speaking.

“Son, Kreacher is just fine. I told him where we were going before we left.”

Regulus nodded before turning his attention back to you. Your hand was over your mouth as the tears were streaming down your face.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. That’s why I was so short-tempered before we broke up...I was…”

You shook your head. None of this was anything that you wanted to hear. Deep down you knew that there was a reason Regulus had been so grumpy. Regulus losing his temper when you begged Sirius for help all made sense now.

“You’re fine now...that’s what matters.”

Regulus laughed.

“I don’t know about fine. When Voldemort finds out that I figured out his secret, he isn’t going to be thrilled.”

“Sounds like you need to go into hiding a bit.”

James commented. Regulus hated the thought of being trapped in a house but, for once, Potter was probably right on this one. He definitely needed to lay low once Voldemort came back from trying to gather new recruits in Bulgaria.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Regulus commented as Walburga jumped up.

“There is no maybe to it, Regulus! You will go into hiding whether you want to or not.”

Regulus didn’t feel like arguing with his mother at the moment and only nodded. In fact, the only thing that he really wanted to do was to go back to sleep and sleep for a long time. He had to shake the urge to go back to sleep before turning his attention back to you.

When Orion stood and commented that the two of you needed some privacy, you could have been more thankful. The two of you had a lot to talk about and the last thing that either of you wanted was to have this conversation with an audience.

Regulus waited until everyone was out of the room before relaxing back into the pillow. He finally felt like he could relax.

“Do you hurt badly?”

You asked before reaching out and stroking your fingers through his hair. Regulus didn’t open his eyes but was clearly pleased by the physical contact.

“A little. I didn’t want you finding out what happened like that.”

You sat down on the side of the bed and took his hand in yours. It didn’t matter how you found out, you would have been devastated. Knowing how close you were to losing Regulus made everything within you ache. Seeing him banged up was bad enough but knowing that you almost lost him forever...you couldn’t put that thought into words.

“It would be horrible no matter how I found out.”

Regulus’ eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry about the past few months. I never meant for any of it to go the way it did. I was a jerk to you and you didn’t deserve it! You were trying to keep me safe...I’m not mad at you for going to Sirius. I guess part of me was jealous.”

“Darling, you don’t have to worry about my feelings toward Sirius. He’s obsessed with Remus and I can’t nor do I have the desire to compete with that.”

Regulus smirked for a moment, however, his face went back to the “sad lost boy” expression that always made your heartache. His face looked as it did the night that Sirius left.

“I always knew that there was something going on there. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about them. I want to talk about us. I love you, Y/n and I want to be with you because you're good for me. The past few months without you...I don’t want to go back to that place. If you want your ring back...I’ll never take it off of your hand again.”

Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and inhaled your scent. Regulus wasn’t about to tell you the childish mess that he had been without you. Maybe you should know that he either drank himself to sleep or cried like a baby every night to mourn your loss. Regulus had refused to get out of bed for a few days and had taken to laying with his face shoved into your pillow just to smell your lavender shampoo.

“I love you too, Regulus. You’re right. I was just trying to keep you safe. I didn’t want to see you harmed. Now knowing that you almost died and seeing what you have gone through, I regret ever saying that I was okay with you being a death eater. I’m proud of you for what you have done though. You were so brave, love.”

“It was more desperation than bravery. I also got pissy because that twat hurt my elf.”

You smiled.

“You should rest, darling.”

Regulus didn’t move to let you go.

“Lay with me. I’ll sleep better feeling you against me.”

Regulus scowled at you when you didn’t move fast enough. You, meanwhile, looked down at him with apprehension.

“You won’t hurt me. Just lay on my right side and put your head on my chest. Please.”

You couldn’t say no to those eyes. As gently as possible, you eased yourself against Regulus’ body. Regulus yawned and snuggled his face against your hair.

“See. I’m not hurting now, Princess.”

You smiled against his chest as Regulus slowly began to doze back off leaving you awake.

Everything will be okay this time…

It took another week before the healers would consider letting Regulus go home. You were relieved when the healer finally said that he could go home. Regulus has been getting frustrated with not being able to leave even though he felt fine (so what if he was still walking with a limp). He wanted out of the hospital to heal at home.

Regulus had talked you into agreeing to move back into him. You knew that James wasn’t thrilled with the idea. He had tried to persuade you to “take things slow” with Regulus.

“Y/n, please. You really should take this slow. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“I know, James. Regulus needs me though. I want to take care of him.”

Regulus, meanwhile, was thrilled upon hearing that you didn’t do what James wanted but what he wanted instead. It just proved to Regulus that you were loyal to him and that was what he wanted.

The following two weeks were a little more difficult than you expected. Regulus wasn’t thrilled that you didn’t want to give up your job working for Barty Crouch Sr. The day that you were scheduled to return to work, Regulus sat on the bed watching you with a scowl.

“Why do you want to work for that crazy old man? We have plenty enough money for you not to work.”

“Because I actually enjoy my job.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest with an impatient frown.

“I don’t like him. He locked up his own son.”

You sighed as you finished putting on your lipstick.

“He kind of had to, love.”

“He’s a creep.”

Regulus muttered before standing and limping toward the door. You quickly walked after him as Regulus sat down on the couch to start reading a book.

“Reggie, please. This job has really taught me a lot. I’m not some spoiled selfish princess who only cared about herself anymore.”

Regulus looked up. He felt guilty about his less than stellar actions. While Regulus was trying to “see things differently” now old habits die hard deaths. He was thankful that you had been beyond patient with him as he would fuss about the order then turn around and say that they were doing the right thing.

“You have never been selfish. Love, you are the least selfish person on this stupid planet. I just worry...I’m also getting frustrated with sitting here day after day. It may be a good thing that you are there. It gets more information that my brother can use. I don’t want anything happening to him.”

You gave Regulus a pleased smile.

“I know, darling. Maybe you should spend some time with Sirius. He would love to see you. I also need to have coffee with Remus. Since I won’t be getting a sister-in-law, Remus gets to do all of that ceremonial activities.”

Regulus smirked.

“I’m sure Remus is looking forward to listening to stories of our sex life.”

You pulled on your coat before moving to kiss Regulus goodbye.

“I return the favor so he doesn’t mind.”

It took all that you had not to laugh at the grossed-out expression on Regulus’ face.

“Gross. I don’t want to think about my brother getting laid. Have a good day. Maybe when you get home, we can work on some new stories to tell Remus.”

Regulus had been ready to rip your clothes off the day that he had come home but you told him no. It didn’t matter how many times that you told him no “for his health” Regulus tried to guilt-trip you into it.

“We’ll see how it goes.”

You had been gone for half an hour when there was a knock at the door. Regulus tossed his book to the couch before getting up and going to answer the door. Emma Rosier stood on the other side with a smile on her face. Regulus hadn’t seen Emma since Evan’s funeral. Other than writing her a few times to make sure that she was okay, Regulus had no urge to speak to her. Sending her a few “hey, are you still alive” letters was more out of due to respect for Evan than anything else.

“Emma.”

Emma smiled.

“Hey, I heard you were out of the hospital. What happened to you?”

Regulus didn’t answer immediately. The last thing that he was about to tell her was the truth.

“Stupid accident where I came off looking bad. You can come in, I have something of Evan’s for you anyway.”

Emma smiled and slid past Regulus. She turned as he closed the door and limped back to the couch.

“I haven’t seen you this banged up since that quidditch game in 5th year. Too bad, Y/n isn’t here to baby you...or is she? I heard that Y/n has moved back in and you two are fixing your little relationship.”

Regulus’ eyes carefully rolled up to meet Emma’s face. He had a feeling as to where this conversation was going to go.

“Mhm.”

Emma’s soured a bit.

“I don’t know how you trust her. She turned her back on you to aid your brother and his lot. Now she’s working for the man who put our friend...his own son in prison.”

Regulus felt the annoyance beginning to build in his stomach. He didn’t care for Emma in the first place and was only nice to her for Evan. Now he didn’t have to fool with her anymore or be nice to her for that matter.

There was also the fact that Emma would be so cold toward you. For someone who claimed to “be your best friend” she sure wasn’t acting like it.

“That’s the thing about people in our stories Emma. They are in prison or dead. Y/n was trying to protect me. I trust her.”

Emma crossed her arms over her chest before easing her shirt down a little lower to show more of her cleavage. She was pleased when Regulus narrowed his eyes at her. He didn’t look thrilled but his eyes were on her and that was what she wanted.

“You shouldn’t. Real soul mates don’t do their lovers the way that she has done you. Say goodbye to her Reggie and be the smart man that you are. Find a woman who will support you...someone like me who knows the pureblood ways.”

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impala666 · 3 years

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The One With The Boobies Part Two (Ronnie)

I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me!!!!!!

Last Part (Part One), Series Masterlist

Joey was very angry. Very very angry and confused and you could tell by how hard he was slicing into the mushrooms that he was preparing for all of you to have for dinner. At first you kept on trying to sneak away and hide in Joey’s room or leave the apartment because you thought that this conversation should be between Joey and his dad. But Joey had a different opinion, because every time that you actually got close to leaving, he would call out for you to stay. So now, there you were sitting uncomfortably at the counter, watching Joey cook, while his dad tried to explain himself to his only son. “Her name’s Ronni.” Joey’s dad decided to start off with what you hoped wasn’t an ice breaker, because that would have been the worst one ever. “She’s a pet mortician.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion at the odd job title. But you decided to put all of your uncomfortableness aside and try to get Joey to talk to his father. When Joey looked up, he saw that look on your face when you wanted him to do something or say something; eyebrows rose and head slightly tilted to the side. At first Joey rolled his eyes at you, but then decided that you were right.

“Sure.” Joey played along. “So how long you been..?” But he just couldn’t bring himself to ask, his father was cheating on his mother for goodness sake. How was anyone supposed to react to that?

“Remember when you were a little kid and I used to take you to the Navy Yard?” Joey’s dad asked him,

“Since then?” Joey’s face completely fell into sorrow as his voice rose high.

“No. It’s only been six years. I just wanted to put a nice memory in your head so you’d know that I wasn’t always such a terrible guy.” Joey Sr. tried to make Joey feel better as his father came to stand next to you. But apparently anything that the man was going to say was going to make Joey feel any better. You just wished you could be there for him, right now. But he and his dad needed to work through this. So you would just be a helpful bystander. “Joe,” his dad placed his hand on Joey’s hand so that he would stop chopping and look up at him, “you ever been in love?” You looked from father to son with a smile on your face just knowing what he was about to say because Joey was.

“I don’t know,” was all Joey answered. And you felt your smile fall into a deep frown, and losing all expression on your face. You felt frozen, numb. It made it worse when Joey’s dad looked at you, clearly not expecting that from his son either.

“Then I guess you haven’t.” Joey’s dad told him trying to push past the awkward, but to you it felt like you were just smacked in the face. Then got your heart ripped out and stomped on. “You’re burning your tomatoes.” His dad changed the subject.

“You’re one to talk.” Joey scoffed at his father.

“Okay, seriously?” You couldn’t help but blurt out. “You’re just going to gloss over that little bit there?” You asked staring at Joey’s back as he added.

“Look, Y/N, can we just talk about this later?” Joey hinted to you that he didn’t want to have this conversation with his dad in the room of all people.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Whenever you want.” You sarcastically told him in a fake happy voice. But if you weren’t going to get an explanation, then you didn’t think you could be in the apartment. Whether your “boyfriend” needed you or not. “You two just finished your conversation and I’m just gonna head out. Sound good?” You hissed, looking up at Joey with a look that meant you were pissed off and hurt. Not being able to stand another second in the apartment, you quickly grabbed your jacket and quickly made your way to the door making sure to slam it behind you. So you wouldn’t hear Joey calling out your name, but of course he didn’t go after you.

*******

You were acting like a teenager. You were supposed to go over to Monica and Rachel’s but you were scared to, you weren’t sure if you were ready to see Joey. But you guessed that you didn’t have to talk to him, plus you had run out of places to go. So you sucked in a deep breath and let it out as you grabbed on to the door handler of apartment 20 and made your way inside. “Hey,” Monica smiled to greet you, but it immediately fell when she saw your blood shot eyes and frown on your face. Clearly you had been crying. “You alright?” Monica asked, her voice filled with concern causing Ross, Rachel, Joey, and your brother to look over at you. But you made eye contact with Joey, and felt your heart break again.

“I’m fine.” You spoke plainly not breaking your eye contact with Joey. Clearly you were lying, but you clearly did not want to talk about it so everyone else just let it go. But Chandler kept looking between you and Joey, then he opened his arms for you as you walked over to him on the chair and quickly wrapped your arms around his waist. “What were you guys talking about before I got here?” You asked just to change the weird and sad energy in the room.

“Oh, since Chandler saw my breasts then I get to see his PP.” Rachel smiled at you proudly.

“Oh, well. I’m glad we settle things around here like the adults that we are.” You joked as the rest of them nodded in agreement. The buzzer to the front door went, so Monica went to let whoever it was up. While everyone else was talking, Joey cautiously sat forward on his spot on the couch, and cautiously looked up at you as he held on to his jar of peanut butter.

“Y/N/N, Y/N.” Joey called for you and you reluctantly looked down at him as you leaned against Chandler. “Can we talk for a second?”

“No,” was all you said before you got up and sat yourself in one of the chairs that was placed in front of the window just so you could sit by yourself for a little bit and stare out at the view.

“It’s Phoebe!” Phoebe told Monica through the intercom.

“And Rog!” The man that Phoebe had been seeing also announced.

“Come on up!” Monica told her, buzzing Phoebe in.

“Oh, good, Rog is here.” Chandler cheered sarcastically.

“What’s the matter with Rog?” Joey asked for everyone.

“Oh nothing. Just a little thing. I hate that guy.” Chandler complained.

“Come on. So he was a little analytical. It’s his job.” Ross told Chandler, just trying to defend the guy. But it turned out that Ross was about to be proven oh so wrong.

You weren’t sure why Ross was yelling at Phoebe’s new boyfriend, but you were distracted when you noticed Joey coming over and sitting in the chair next to you. “Are you ready to talk now?” Joey asked as he kept digging into his jar of peanut butter with just his finger.

“I’ve been ready to talk,” you fired back quietly so that the others didn’t hear. “You don’t love me?” You asked him.

“I don’t know,” Joey shrugged. “I thought I did.” You couldn’t help the scoff that came out of your mouth.

“Well, this isn’t something you think about Joey. You either do or you don’t, and you don’t which is fine. But why did you say that you did?” You asked, just needing to know why he kept telling you that he loved you if he really didn’t.

“Because I really did feel it at the time, plus I knew it was what you wanted to hear. But I guess I don’t anymore.” Joey shrugged. Joey felt his heart break as looked at you as you hid your face and felt tears rolling down your cheeks

“Yeah,” I guess you don’t,” your voice muffled as you bit onto your bottom lip to keep from sobbing.

“So are we still together? What do you wanna do?” Joey asked. You couldn’t even believe he was asking you that. What the hell was he thinking?

“No. No, we’re not. As much as I loved and for some reason still love you, yeah we are. We’re done.” You spoke your final words. Officially breaking up with Joey, as much as it broke your heart

“Hey, what’s going on?” Chandler asked with a friendly smile, which fell when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. He looked at Joey in confusion and a little bit of anger. “You okay?” Chandler put a hand on your shoulder and bent down to be face to face with you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied. Chandler could tell you were lying, but you clearly didn’t want to talk about it. So he just decided to save it until the three of you got back across the hall. “Is Rog, the creep gone?” You asked since you had heard all of the offensive stuff that he said to Monica.

“Yeah, he is. Come on guys, let's go home.” Chandler grabbed your hand and pulled you up and into his side as Joey got up and followed him with a solemn face.

“Good night you guys.” Joey smiled a fake smile at Monica and Rachel, before the three of you went to make your way across the hall. Chandler was about to ask what was going on, but was a little distracted by the grown woman that was sitting at their door.

“Oh, look. It’s the woman we ordered.” Chandler joked to the both of you, mostly trying to cheer you up.

“Hey, can we help you?” Joey asked, as the woman looked up at you three as she munched on her snack.

“Aw, no thanks. I’m just waiting for Joey Tribbiani.” The woman told you. Chandler and Joey looked at each other and shared a smile.

“Um, I’m Joey Tribbiani.” Joey flashed her a polite smile as he gestured to himself.

“Oh, no, not you.” The woman explained as she got up from the floor. “Big Joey. Oh, my god! You’re so much cuter than your pictures.” As the woman continued to talk to more frozen Joey’s face had become. “I’m Ronni. Cheese nip?” She offered him trying to soothe the tension.

“Uh, Joey’s having an embolism, but I’d go for a nip.” Chandler smiled, trying to help her out and relieve the awkwardness as he reached forward and grabbed himself a cheese nip from Ronnie’s bag, as you couldn’t stop but looking at Joey’s face. You guess he was going to have an even worse night.

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Hello, may I request for Malleus, Leona, Vil, and Azul where their crush was hugged in front of them by a guy friend (that they didn't know about) and could see that they're flustered? She doesn't have a crush on the guy, she has a crush on them. She's just shy with boys, so that's why. Also, a little confession at the end if possible please!

Hello!

Yeah sure! Like your idea tho XD

Have a good day and take care of yourself ~♡

Leona kingscholer

• You're kidding, right? Tell him you're kidding please? This is all a joke, isn't it?

• Are you hugging someone else? How could you? Don't you know he loves you? Nope....you actually don't!

• Leona secretly had a crush on you but he never told you!, somehow you were always close to him, he slightly love your existence by him...but did he tell you? He just didn't! He expected that you already know but it seems you didn't, why haven't he told you? Is he losing you now to someone else? Leona growled loudly as if he was going to punch the guy on his face, dashing out of the hall you noticed that leona was mad somehow

• "Leona-san!"You ran after him, he didn't speak a word leaving you behind

• "Leona! Why are you ignoring me?!" You said grabbing leona's hand, he looked at you with a bitter expression

• "Leona-san, are you alright?" You asked him worried

• "You hurt my pride!" Said leona pulling his hand roughly pushing you away that made you fall to the floor by mistake

• You gasped as you fell to the floor, you don't understand why he did that, "i would never hurt your pride!" You said with a serious look on your face, tears could be spotted on the corner of your eyes

• "Oh really? Then why you were hugging him?"

• "Hugging? No! You're mistaken! He asked my help to study for the exam and i helped him so he passed! He just knew that so he came to thank me and then he hugged me but there's nothing between us!" You said standing pating your dress

• "But why do you even care?" You said crossing your arms to your chest

• Leona didn't speak, he doesn't know if he can believe what you said or not but shall he just keep his feelings to himself again risking to lose you, should he tell you?

• "If you don't have something to say then I'm leaving!" You knew it! He loves you....but why don't he just say this

• "Because i love you, herbivore!" Leona said in a low tone but you could hear it loud enough, he looked away doesn't know what to do, you're taking so long to answer, you're not rejecting him, are you? He turned to leave but was surprised by you hugging him giggling

• "Oya! What are you doing?" Said leona blushing and looking left and right to make sure no one saw this

• " i love you, i love youiloveyouiloveyou!!!!" You said repeating happily

• "You do?...i mean of course you do" leona hugged you back with a wide smile, finally he confessed his love to you

• "Now where is the guy who was hugging you earlier?"

• "Why do you ask?"

• "Nothing.....there's something i want to teach him!"

Azul ashengrotto

• "What is that? Isn't it (y/n)?" Whispered jade to floyd not wanting azul to hear

• "She is! But what she's doing? Who's that guy hugging her?" Whispered floyd to jade who was busy trying to make azul leave the place and don't see this but unfortunately, he did

• "Just what are you two doing? Shouldn't y......." azul's eyes widened by the sight, unfortunately the twin failed to make azul not seeing that, he made his hand as a tight fist and left in silence telling the twin not to follow him .

• The twin moved their sight to you just as azul left, you didn't have any idea what happened but what's happening with you was totally different than azul thought

• "CAN YOU PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM ME?!" You yelled at the guy hugging you, you had an angry looking in your face, you pushed the guy away and dashed out of the place.....and the twin stood there dumbfounded, oh great! Now azul has totally the wrong idea!

• They followed you to where you go, you were going to azul's office? That's not something abnormal, you always want there speaking with azul or having breakfast together, you were the most close one to him so why have you done this? Yes, he didn't tell you about his feelings but deep inside he wished you know.

• He was on his office, he was sad that his eyes even were teary,he heard knocks on his door and before he allows you in you dashed there

• "Azul! Can i speak to you?" You were frustrated and hoped azul would listen to you like always but everything changed

• "No! Don't you see I'm busy?" Azul said in angry tone not even looking at you, his words were harsh on you, is that really azul?

• " B but i need to speak with you about something!" You said sadly yet embarrassed by his action

• "Are you deaf? I told you I'm busy and not free to talk with you about your silly things! NOW GET OUT!"

• "Floyd! Jade! Take her out!" Yelled azul at them which you couldn't handle anymore as tears were running from your eyes, azul was mad but he didn't want you to cry like this, yes he's mad at you but he can't just make you cry

• "We won't take her anywhere~ You have to listen first! She pushed that guy away! But that was when you left!" Said floyd pouting

• Hearing this i guess azul's heart breaking sound could be heard loudly, he took close steps to you, facing you was a problem for him there his expression softened as he lowered his head

• "I feard that you may fell for this person.....i didn't mean any of this, i just....didn't have anything in my life, i only wanted to be loved by you.....i love you (y/n)" said azul sadly but mostly ashamed from what he did

• "And who told you that i don't love you?" You said wiping away your tears with a fain blush on your face

• "You do?"

• You nodded with a smile and all you got was azul hugging you tightly that you could barely breathe

• "Azul.....You know she can't breath like this......Don't you?"

Vil schoenhuiet

• "What do you think yourself doing ?"

• There stood vil all angry crossing his arms on his chest while you stood there dumbfounded

• You were hugged by a guy, he's a friend of yours and was talking to you about some of his problem and he was depressed, he hugged you out of nowhere! And who was watching this? Vil!

• Vil grabbed your hand pulling you away from that guy, he held his arms and started shouting at him and threatening him not to come any closer to you again! (Have you seen vil's sr groovy card? Just imagine it here)

• After that he held your arm and dragged you to the dorm and he kept on yelling at you for a straight hour about how frustrating the situation was

• "Vil calm down! Why are you mad at me like this?" You said frowning at his sudden action of anger

• "How could you do this....to me?" Said vil sadly

• You didn't know what to do, you tried to ask him but he was so frustrated

• "You know you're a potato, aren't you?" Said vil looking at you questioning

• "Eh.....yeah I'm not professional at make up like you, but what does this have to do with the guy was hugging me and you get mad at him?"

• "Do you like him?" Aske vil looking at you hoping you say no

• "Why would you ask me this vil???"

• "JUST ANSWER!" vil yelled at you made you jump in your place, it was never like him!

• "I have nothing to do with him!"

• ".....do you probably love someone?" Said vil cross legs like if he doesn't care

• "I do!" You said with a wide smile

• "You do?......get out (y/n)!" Said vil cross arm shutting his both eyes

• "Do you love someone?" You wondered

• "Yes! But not a potato!" Said vil teasing but you got the meaning wrong, does this mean he loves someone else? But who could it be? He always called you potato so you thought that it's you, your eyes began to tea

• "Oh, ok then....i will be leaving" you said hiding your face as you stood up, you were leaving until a hand pulled your arm back strongly that made you fall on his lap

• " you're my one and only potato"

• "And i love you too vil!" You giggled

Malleus draconia

• No no no no no! You're not doing this? Did he see this? Unfortunately...Yes

• Malleus' eyes widened as he saw you hugging someone and this someone isn't him! You didn't know he loved you but the way he takes a walk with you daily and listen to your speaking and how he buys you your favourite novel and how he gets worried about you when you don't attend classes and most importantly the happiness on his eyes when he's with you , will always tell, bit yet...he never confessed you

• Silently he swallowed the sadness he felt and left the place immediately, noticing that sebek couldn't handle it anymore! He dashed towards you tho lilia tried to stop him but he was mad till he reached you and that guy still hugging you, he was ready to scold you to death for this but what he heard from you stopped him

• "I'm sorry, but i love someone else!" You said freeing yourself from the guy giving him a polite smile then you left quietly, sebek stood there frozen, this is a huge misunderstanding!!!

• You looked for malleus but you couldn't find him anywhere, you decided to go to his dorm he may be there, knocking on the door you heard "come in", did he expect your coming, you entered the room and there he stood, he was looking through the window, sadness was the whole thing his face could show , he looked at you with the corner of his eyes then moved his sight back to the window

• "How tricky you are human!"

• "Huh? What do you mean?"

• " i thought i can trust human....but it seems I was wrong!" Said malleus sadly

• You took close steps to him, you don't know why he says this tho, you took his hand on yours and looked at him worried, he snatched his hand from yours and looked away, "please, leave now"

• "Malleus, what's wrong?"

• He looked at you with a bitter expression on his face, "i trusted you!"

• "And what have i done?!" You said worried

• "What's between you and him?" Said malleus with an angry expression

• "Him? Oh you mean that guy? He confessed me his love!" You said knowing now what he was referring to

• He grabbed you from your shoulder strongly , "and what did you tell him?" He shouted

• " i told him, i love someone else!" You said with (gocha!) Looking on your face which made malleus blush, he left your shoulder and looked away not wanting you to see him

• "At least he was courage enough to confess his love to me! Not like someone! Now, i will be leaving!" And once you were about to leave malleus stood on the door closing it.

• "You want to hear it? Ok then.....i always had a crush on you! And....i ....love you!" Malleus leaned on you and his face was close enough to yours, your face turned red and the moment was good enough before sebek kicked the door open hitting you with the the flying door passing you out!

• "Malleus-sama! It was a misunrsta-"

• Lilia? He facepalm himself!

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Matters of Time and Fate (Chapter 26)

When Olivia looked into the metallic surface of the coffee pot, she remembered something she had buried years before: at three years old, her father brought a malfunctioning robot into his office.

Little Olivia, still sucking her thumb at the time, looked the slender robot up and down. She couldn't recall her thought process, but the prospect of sitting on the robot's shoulders piqued her interest. She rose up and slid across its lap without thinking, grasping for the shoulder to help herself up.

Right at that moment, the robot sparked, glitched, and grabbed her by the arm with no warning. Olivia shrieked in terror as it loomed over her, weapon in hand, preparing to strike.

Her father appeared out of nowhere, and all she could do was watch as he sank a screwdriver into the robot's cranium, thus stopping it in its tracks. It made a popping noise and sparked again, before crumpling to the floor.

“Why would you do that!?” Gray snapped at his three-year-old, yanking her to her feet. “I’ve told you never to touch my robots when I’m not around!”

Olivia only bawled, unable to form words as she rubbed her teary eyes, her body still shaking with fright. Gray pursed his lips together. “Oh, stop crying,” he sighed. “You’re all right, Olivia…”

When she continued to cry, he laid the screwdriver down and scooped her into his arms, hugging her close. She still remembered the smell of his cologne as he held her, mixed with the faint scent of metal. Even as the years would go by, she would never, ever forget that smell, or the comfort her father’s presence gave her.

That had been three years ago. Olivia moved her gaze away from the rusted coffee pot in Sniper's van kitchenette and back to the window.

“They’ve been taking too long,” she spoke up. “We need to go look for them!”

Zhanna looked up from her spot at the table, brow furrowing. “What? Olivia, they will come spoon. I say what I say before, do not worry.”

Olivia frowned, climbing up onto the seat beside Zhanna. “But what if something happened? We need to go help if…”

Zhanna shushed her, smoothing the girl’s hair back. “Misha is with them. So is Jane. My brother and husband are strong. No reason to be scared.”

“I guess…” Olivia hugged her knees. “I feel small again…”

“I am sorry,” Zhanna sighed, giving Olivia a little half-hug.

Lar-Nah then approached the table with a bag of chips in her hand. “What are these?” she asked Zhanna, showing her the bag.

Zhanna glanced at the bag. “Spicy cheese chips. From there,” she said, motioning to the gas station they were parked next to.

Lar-Nah opened the bag and stared into it for a few seconds, before reaching inside and pulling out a chip. She took a bite, chewed, before she coughed and spat the chip into the waste basket. “Oh, my god, that’s disgusting!” she wheezed and tried to compose herself, a look of horror on her face. “People eat these on purpose!? I hate this country!”

“You are wimp!” Zhanna scoffed at her, taking the bag and pulling a chip out to eat.

Olivia looked back out the window, just in time to see the headlights of Engie’s truck pull up. “They’re here!” she exclaimed, leaping from her seat and running right to the door.

Olivia stood in the parking lot while Engineer's truck and Miss Pauling’s car came to a halt. Everyone stepped out of either car, and within moments, Helen emerged. Her hair was down and soaking wet, and her makeup was smeared in the dim light of the gas station. Upon seeing her, Olivia was reminded of the night Helen had the water spilled on her.

“Look who we got back, Liv!” Scout greeted Olivia as he bounced out of the truck, stopping to ruffle her hair.

Olivia couldn’t help but giggle when Scout ruffled her hair, and she swung her hands at him. “Yeah!” she glanced back up, her eyes meeting Helen’s.

Engineer stepped out of the truck, pausing to talk to Helen. “Need anything else, ma’am?”

Helen just shook her head. “No, I’m quite all right.” She looked back to Olivia. “May I be alone with Olivia for a moment?”

“Sure, you don’t gotta ask,” Engineer assured. He took a moment to smile gently at Olivia. “I’m gonna stop at the station for some stuff, okay? Be right back.”

He followed Demoman and Heavy to the gas station, leaving Helen and Olivia in the parking lot alone. It was dark out by this point, and crickets could be heard chirping in the surrounding bushes.

For a moment, it seemed as though Helen wasn’t going to speak. Yet then, she knelt down carefully to Olivia’s level, maintaining eye contact with her.

“I just want to let you know…” Helen took a breath. “I’m – I’m deeply sorry for leaving you like that. I can understand how upsetting that must have been for you.”

Olivia stared down at her shoes on the pavement. The pavement looked damp, as if it had rained at some point, though she didn’t remember hearing any rain. “Yeah,” Olivia admitted. “I got sad. I cried.”

Helen nodded. “I see. I apologize…” she reached out to stroke Olivia’s hair, but stopped herself, pulling her hand back. “I want to make it very clear to you that you do not have to accept me as your mother. You do not have to forgive me, either. But…I will protect you always, for as long as I’ll live.”

“You promise?” Olivia asked, looking up into Helen’s eyes.

“Yes – I promise.” Helen affirmed. “I won’t put you into a stranger’s arms like I did before.”

Olivia did not quite know what she was referring to, but it didn’t matter. She was comforted by the fact that she'd been apologized to, yet she was still a bit sad. She gave Helen a nod before taking a step forward and resting her cheek against her shoulder.

Helen sat still for a moment, a little surprised, but she wrapped her arm around Olivia. They held each other in the darkness for a little more than a minute before Helen cleared her throat and stood. “W-well…we should get you back home, it’s getting awfully late for you.”

Olivia nodded in agreement. “Yeah…okay.”

Miss Pauling, Helen, Olivia, Spy, and Scout were the first to board Pauling's car, followed by Zhanna, Soldier, Demo, Sniper, and Lar-Nah in the camper van, and Heavy, Medic, Pyro, and Engineer in the truck. The plan was to return to the townhouse to relax and figure out what to do next, and everyone felt relieved for now.

Olivia sat in the back of Pauling’s car, tucked between Spy and Scout as they headed on their way home. She felt rather sleepy, now, and she yawned, her head coming to rest on Scout’s arm.

“Are you gettin’ tired, Liv?” Scout asked, ruffling her hair.

“I guess…” Olivia rubbed her eye. “But its not my bedtime…”

“You’ve had a lot of excitement today,” Spy replied, looking out the window and watching the scenery pass by. “We’ll get you straight to bed.”

In the passenger seat, Helen suddenly exclaimed, “The Australium!”

Miss Pauling looked up from the road ahead. “Huh?”

“I lost the briefcase in the water,” Helen groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Dear lord, how could I have—”

“I got it for you, ma’am,” Spy assured her from the backseat. “It washed up on shore while we were waiting for Dell to bring the truck. I put it in the trunk.”

Helen sighed with relief. “Thank you…you have no idea how much better that makes me feel…” she looked over her shoulder, seeing Olivia curled up next to Scout. She couldn’t help but smile a little. “You are very good with her, you know,”

“Oh,” Scout glanced up. “Thanks, I’m trying to be…she hasn’t tried to stab me again, so we’re good,” he laughed a little.

Olivia cracked her eyes open at that. “Oh…yeah. I forgot I did that.”

“Hey, its okay,” Scout patted her shoulder gently. “You wouldn’t do that again, though, right?”

Olivia pursed her lips in thought. “Um…hm…no, I wouldn’t try it again,”

Spy let out a snorting laugh, quite amused. “She had to think about it!”

Scout made a face and swatted at Spy. “Hey, c’mon, man! You know she wouldn’t do that, I’m her cool uncle! Or…whatever…” he clearly wasn’t angry, though, as he smiled a bit after he said it.

Olivia covered her mouth and snickered, curling her legs up in the seat. It seemed to her in that moment that everything would be okay.

And then it wasn’t.

The car suddenly screeched to a halt, and Miss Pauling grunted out, “Oh, god,”

When Olivia looked up, she saw a huge, unmarked white van right in the middle of the road, blocking both lanes. As she sat up taller to get a better look, she couldn’t see anyone inside.

Scout frowned. “Who the hell parks there? What are they, nuts?”

“There doesn’t appear to be anyone in it…” Spy observed. “Drive around on the grass, Miss Pauling,”

The walkie-talkie Pauling had on her dashboard came to life, with static and the voice of Engineer pouring through. “Everything okay up there?” he asked, sounding concerned.

Pauling answered, "Yeah, Engie, it's fine... There's an empty van blocking the road, but no one appears to be inside—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she could hear other cars revving in the distance, as well as motorcycles roaring and screeching. Within seconds, all three cars were surrounded by cars and motorcycles, their headlights almost blinding.

Olivia froze, and she could feel her heart drop immediately. Beside her, Spy tried to remain his composure, reaching for one of these guns. “Who are these people?”

Helen’s eyes scanned the surrounding people through the windows, and it was then she noticed letters painted on the front of one of the cars: SR. Security Republic.

Sage had found them.

Sure enough, there he was: stepping out of one of the cars and slowly approaching Pauling’s car. His eyes locked with Helen’s, and he grinned a wicked grin at her.

Helen’s eyes narrowed, and she knew what she had to do. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. “Stay here. I’ll handle him.”

“But—” Pauling started to plead, but Helen had already closed the door.

Olivia moved towards the window to try and see what was going on, but Scout held onto her, keeping a protective, vice-like grip on her.

As Helen stepped out onto the grass, Sage met her in the middle. “Hello, my darling stepmother,” he greeted her with a voice like molasses. “It pays to have security cameras installed around town, doesn’t it?”

Helen clenched her jaw. “So, that’s how you’ve been tracking us down? You sell security cameras to people in this town just to use them for your own espionage?”

Sage shrugged. “It’s all business, Helen. Don’t act as though you have the high ground, we’ve all done the same thing…”

“Just…” Helen took a long breath. “I know who you’re after, Phoenix. I know Olivia was the target of those bounty hunters you sent after us.” She leaned in to look him dead in the eyes. “What is it you want with her?”

“I just want to talk,” Sage replied, almost sounding innocent. “I have some business ideas in mind, and I know how her father raised her. I think—”

Helen held up her hand to stop him. “Are you looking to get Mann Co.’s rights from her? Because you should know, she does not have them,”

“Who said that was what I was after?” Sage snorted. “Just tell your friends and her to come to my office, and we can forget this whole thing even happened.”

“Olivia will not be going anywhere with you.” Helen asserted, crossing her arms. “Call off this futile mission, Sage. Go back to your mansion, or I will not hesitate to rain hell upon you.”

Sage’s demeanor switched to one of pure rage, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Why can’t you just hand over Olivia, Helen? She’s the last daughter of the Manns, what do you care what happens to her?”

Helen said nothing, staring directly into Sage’s eyes. It was then, though, that it seemed to click for Sage, and his face fell.

“Is Olivia…” he began, trying to form words. “Is she…your daughter? Did you and Gray—”

“That will be all,” Helen raised her voice at him. “Call off your team and go home this instant.”

A look of pure rage formed on Sage’s face, and without warning, he pulled out a long knife and thrust it towards Helen’s stomach. Helen acted fast, covering her midsection with one arm and using the other one to grab his wrist. The knife nicked her, however, drawing blood across her forearm and causing her to yell.

From the car, Pauling saw this and cried out, “Helen! Oh, my god!” within seconds, she leapt out of the vehicle with a pistol and aimed at Sage’s head. Sage ducked out of the way, but it wasn’t enough, and the bullet shattered his shoulder within seconds.

The scream he made sounded like a wounded animal, and Pauling grabbed Helen, yanking her to the car. Once in the car, Pauling snatched up the walkie talkie and alerted those in the other cars, “Guys, we gotta get out of here! Follow my car and just drive as fast as possible!”

“What happened?” Olivia wanted to know, looking out of the window in a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion.

Helen pulled out a tissue from the glove compartment, pressing it to her wound as Pauling sped through the row of motorcycles and onto the grass. “We’re going to be all right, Olivia! Lay low and don’t let them see you!”

The van and truck followed suit, speeding off into the green countryside. A few of Sage’s guards swarmed him to tend to his gunshot wound, and Sage yelled out, “Well!? Go after them, idiots!”

Men on motorcycles and in cars soon sped after the group, engaging on a chase through the grass and thicket.

Olivia didn't realize what was going on at first: she could feel them speeding down the road, and when she looked out the window, the scenery passed by so quickly that it made her dizzy.

Out of nowhere, a masked person on a motorcycle caught up to them, a baton in their hand. They began to try and smash the window, but before they could get very far, Scout rolled the window down and punched the attacker directly in the face. They yelled, then tried to steady themselves to attack Scout, but Scout let out a string of expletives as he punched him again, this time hard enough to knock them off the motorcycle.

Within seconds, another rider zoomed up and began shooting directly at Scout. Spy acted quickly, yanking Scout back into the car and exchanging gunfire with the attacker. He managed to hit them, sending them flying backwards.

“God – thanks, man!” Scout panted, watching as Spy zipped back into the car and rolled the window up.

“There’s more coming up,” Spy informed the others, the gun still in his hand. “What should we do!?”

Miss Pauling gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. “I…I don’t know! There’s a lot of them, is it worth it to stop and fight them!?”

“Keep going!” Helen urged. “We have to try and lose them, all of you seem woefully underprepared for another fight!”

“Well, that’s ‘cause we were going to help you!” Scout barked, feeling a little offended. “

“I know!” Helen rasped, still wincing as she tended to her wound. The car rounded a sharp curve, jostling everyone inside, and Helen glanced back at Olivia. “Lay down! Olivia, lay low! I mean it!”

Olivia obeyed, laying flat on her stomach in the backseat, though she kept her head lifted to watch and get a sense of what was going on. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest – none of this felt real. They'd been ambushed by strange attackers twice in one day, but her mind kept returning to the same scene: being held helpless, the robot arm holding her down while the weapon glinted above her.

Her father wouldn’t be here now, though. What if the other adults were not as strong as him?

The car shook, and Olivia heard Miss Pauling scream. She looked up, alarmed, just in time to see a man leap onto the hood of the car and lower himself down to smash the window with a baton. He was successful, the glass showering the backseat of the car.

Spy whipped out his gun again and began shooting, but the man acted faster and grabbed Olivia by the arm. Olivia shrieked, only able to watch as Scout wrapped his arm around the man's throat and began to choke him. They only struggled for a few seconds in the backseat before Spy yanked them apart and jammed the gun into the man's throat. The man wrestled with him, though, gripping his wrist and tussling with him while trying to keep a grip on Olivia. He pried the gun away from Spy’s hand, letting out a triumphant laugh. Helen whipped off her high heel and began furiously attempting to stab the man with the sharp angle of the heel, causing him to turn the gun on her. She ducked out of the way as the bullet shattered a portion of the windshield and littered more glass throughout the vehicle.

For a brief moment, Olivia felt as though she wasn’t in her body, as if she’d stepped away just to observe what was happening from a different angle. In those few seconds, she thought back on what her father had said in that dream – how she had forgotten herself, how she had become passive and afraid…

Olivia returned to herself just as the attacker got Spy’s gun away from him and aimed it at his head.

In a split second, Olivia spotted the knife that had fallen out of Spy’s pocket, and she snatched it up. Before anyone noticed her, she struggled to reveal the blade before springing up and jamming it into the man’s eye.

He may have screamed – she thought she heard him scream. His blood ended up on her hands, there was so much more than she thought there would be. As she fell back into the seat, Scout flung the car door open, kicking the attacker out onto the pavement of the road as they sped into the oncoming town.

As the door slammed shut, Helen leapt out of her seat, rushing into the back to Olivia’s side and wiping the blood off her with a napkin.

“Did I kill him?” Olivia panted, eyes wide as she shook. She’d fought grown men before, but she had never drawn blood. She’d never done…whatever that just was.

“I have no idea,” Helen confessed, wiping Olivia’s hands down. “How do you feel?”

The adrenaline still flowed through Olivia’s body. “I don’t…I don’t know…” she confessed.

“You were very brave,” Helen released Olivia once she was clean. “Now, stay down. I mean it,” she gave her daughter’s hand a light squeeze, her other hand taking a moment to brush her cheek.

Olivia nodded, curling in on herself again, but this time there was a different feeling in her. Not a helplessness, but a hope.

Behind them, the truck and the van stayed close by, blocking off the Security cars and motorcycles the best they could. All of the sudden, something in Engie’s truck popped, and smoke began billowing out from under the hood.

“No, no, no, no!” Engineer cried out, exasperated. “Shit, it’s the motor! God, no, I had a feeling this would happen!”

“Can you fix it!?” Medic asked, looking out the window with anxious eyes as another Security car approached.

Engineer kept his foot on the accelerator, eyes locked on the road ahead. “I have a generator in the back, but I can’t hook it up while I’m driving – someone else needs to!”

Pyro waved their hand around, mumbling out an offer. Engineer glanced over at them, before nodding frantically. “Okay! You know how to do it? It’s in the bed of the truck, you just hook the blue wire to the red one! The whole thing’s already hooked up, just be careful!”

Nodding, Pyro climbed out of the back and out into the truck’s bed, steadying themself as they began to work on the generator. They were instantly noticed by another agent on a motorcycle, who zipped up to the truck and pulled out a gun. Pyro did not see this, however, as they were too busy with the instructions Engie had given them.

Heavy noticed the potential attacker through the rear-view mirror and smashed his hand through the window, grabbing the agent by the throat. The agent gagged in shock as Heavy lifted him right off his motorcycle, and within seconds, he tossed the man into the path of one of the oncoming cars.

As the affected car swerved off the road to deal with the unexpected hit, Heavy fell back into the truck, grunting and picking glass out of his fist. Medic sprang to help him right away, cleaning out his wounds.

“Gott, I love you,” Medic whispered, still in awe of what he witnessed Heavy do. Heavy just smiled, briefly, before glancing back out the window to watch for any more attacks.

Pyro then switched on the generator, slipping back into the truck and signaling to Engineer that they’d done it.

“Good work, Py!” Dell praised breathlessly. “Now let’s get the rest of these creeps off of us!”

Everyone tried their hardest to get away from their pursuers, but the chase was becoming increasingly difficult. The rural areas disappeared and very soon, the pursuit continued into the town.

Sniper’s voice crackled over the walkie-talkie. “What now!?”

Miss Pauling grunted, laying down on the gas pedal. “Keep going, I guess! Try and throw them off our path!”

From inside the van, bottles rattled in the cabinets above as Sniper sped up faster to try and lose the attackers. Out of nowhere, a skinny form leapt from one of the cars, shattering the front window of the van and tackling Sniper.

Sniper let out a yell, the van swerving as he fought his assailant off. When he threw her to the floor of the van, he recognized her right away: it was Shell, one of the bounty hunters who ambushed the house before.

Shell struggled to her feet, pure rage in her eyes. “I knew I’d catch up to you bastards! For what you did to my team, I’m gonna fuck you up!” she lunged at Sniper, but he blocked the attack, grabbing her by the hair and smashing her face against the dashboard.

Demo dashed to the driver's seat door, and when he flung it open, he was met by Shell leaping back onto Sniper and attempting to claw his face.

Right away, Demo pulled the woman off, securing her arms behind her back. Shell twisted and snarled in rage, shouting at Sniper, “I know it was you! I know it was you who killed Grudge with the microwave!”

“What!?” Sniper exclaimed, startled to learn that she apparently knew what happened. Before he had time to ask questions, though, someone else had appeared at the doorway.

“You’re wrong!” Lar-voice Nah's drew Shell's attention, and when the two women locked eyes, Lar-Nah simply stated, "I did it, not him!"

Instantly, pure rage filled Shell’s face, and she twisted her foot around to kick Demo in the gut as hard as she could. He lost his grip on her with an audible 'oof' and couldn't regain it as she tackled Lar-Nah to the ground and began attacking her like a wild animal. Lar-Nah, on the other hand, managed to deflect her attack by slipping out from under her and sprinting back into the van's living area.

Shell gave chase, pulling a knife out of her pocket and catching up to Lar-Nah. Before anyone could react, Shell shoved her up against the wall and sunk the knife into her chest.

“Bitch!” Shell spat at her, pulling the knife out but holding it with the intention to stab again. “Any last requests!?”

Lar-Nah coughed, startled by the blood beginning to pool out from her chest. Still, she looked into Shell’s eyes and only glared. “Go to hell,” she spat through clenched teeth, her hand struggling to grip Shell’s wrist to keep the knife away.

Before Shell could make another stabbing attempt, Zhanna yanked her away from Lar-Nah. Shell tried to attack her as well, but Zhanna just knocked her in the head with her hand. The force was enough to cause a sickening crack, and Shell crumpled to the ground with a broken neck in seconds.

After checking to make sure Shell had indeed died, Zhanna rushed to Lar-Nah, helping her up but then noticing the blood. “Oh!” Zhanna exclaimed, panicked. “Stabbed!”

Demo took over driving, and Sniper came sprinting to the scene. “Mom! Oh, my god, oh, my god!” he examined her wound, wincing at how deep it looked. “Bloody hell—shit!”

Lar-Nah tried to catch her breath, wiping blood from her mouth though clearly getting weaker. “I’m fine…I’m fine…” she gurgled out another cough, pressing her eyes shut in pain.

“Is she dying!?” Soldier asked, rather blunt as he stared in alarm.

Zhanna looked her over. “No, did not stab her heart. But maybe she hit throat…I cannot tell,”

Sniper leapt up to his cabinets, pulling down a medkit he’d had stashed there. “Mom—hey, you’re gonna be okay! Okay?” he tried his best to reassure her, but it looked as though she’d fallen unconscious.

The car jolted and swerved, and more gunshots could be heard outside, but Sniper drowned it all out as he used the supplies Medic had packed in the kit to treat her wound. He silently prayed she would survive – even after everything, he couldn’t watch another parent die.

Once he’d bandaged her up, he tried to figure out what to do next. “We need Medic here! Can one of you flag him down or—”

All of the sudden, Lar-Nah coughed and gasped loudly, eyes flying open wide. Zhanna quickly assisted her in sitting up, patting her back and allowing her to resume normal breathing.

Sniper let out a breathless laugh of relief. “You’re alive! Oh, my god, I thought you were gone for good!”

Lar-Nah composed herself, swallowing and taking another long breath. “I’m alive,” she observed, sounding shocked by that fact. “I thought for sure I’d died for a minute! I saw…angels or something…”

Before kneeling to continue speaking with her, Sniper looked out the window to make sure no one else was trying to break in. “Yeah? You saw something?”

“Yes—I saw…” she thought hard for a few seconds, trying to make sense of it. “I saw a man and a woman—I didn't know them at all—but...they were very kind to me and told me to go back to keep you out of trouble,”

Sniper let this process, and when he realized who she’d met, he had to fight away the tears he felt welling up. “Yeah,” he sniffed, putting his hand on her shoulder and pulling her in for a hug. “Yeah, that sounds like something they’d say…”

The hug took Lar-Nah by surprise at first, but it soon clicked for her, and she slowly brought her arms up to hug him back. “I’ll listen to them,” she promised.

Sniper pulled away, wiping his eyes with his wrist. “Okay…thank you.” He smiled at her a little, but it was then that something shattered outside.

Soldier ran right to the window. “We’re in town, now! We’re going right for those stores!”

“What!?” Sniper leapt up, watching in horror as Demo drove the van right through the parking lot of the shopping plaza.

“Sorry!” Demo apologized from the driver’s seat. “I’m following the others, and that’s where they’re headed!”

Sure enough, the chase had continued into the shopping plaza. Several people were around at this point, watching the chase in terror as they scrambled to get away from the cars and motorcycles. The attention of pedestrians made Helen exceedingly uncomfortable.

“Get us out of this parking lot!” she shouted at Miss Pauling. “People are staring!”

“I’m trying!” Miss Pauling desperately jerked the wheel, looking for a way out. She spotted an area that led into a backroad, and she headed straight for it, searching for an escape.

However, she’d failed to realize that with the attention of pedestrians also came the attention of police.

Within seconds, police cars swarmed them. Someone yelled over a megaphone for everyone to step out of their vehicles as sirens blared overhead.

From the backseat, everything else felt like a blur to Olivia. There was yelling, and she watched as an officer tried to pull Scout from the car, while Spy desperately tried to pry him away, only to be apprehended as well.

She saw, for a brief moment, one of the security guards pull the sheriff aside and whisper something to him. Whatever he had said made the sheriff order his men to load the mercenaries into security vans rather than their own police cars. This included Olivia – someone carried her to one of the vans, handcuffed her, tossed her in the back and slammed the door.

Helen was beside her, though. Just as everything sank in and Olivia began to panic, Helen hushed her gently and pressed close to her.

“We're going to be fine,” she said quietly, resting her chin on the top of Olivia's head, unable to hold her due to her handcuffs. Helen was visibly unnerved, though – her body was trembling, yet whether it was fear or rage Olivia could not tell.

Olivia still felt afraid, but she pressed close to her mother, trying her best to calm down. She could vaguely see the shapes of the others being loaded into the vans through the dim windows, but she did not know for what reason.

All she could hope was that they would have the strength to escape when they could.

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