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The Pink Dread (Master List) - - - - - ch. xii: High Horse

Chapter Summary: A tragedy is struck at Dragonstone, urging the King, Queen, and a few others to leave for the week. At the same time, the Baratheons and the Starks have made it to King's Landing, adding a bit more to the already simmering pot of problems at court.

Word Count: 3728

Sneak Peak: “Lady Valeana,” Ser Criston greeted with a stagger, “Why are you out this late? If you are lost, I can show you back–” “That isn’t necessary, Ser Criston,” Valeana resisted the urge to bite back that she used to live at the Red Keep, and knew it well. Her eyes flickered over his shoulder, where the black stallion still remained, and his silver-haired rider still perched on top. “I need a word with Prince Aemond, if he allows me.”

Warnings: Miscarriage mention. A G N S T

T H E R E D S

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Valeana bit her nails down to the tips of her fingers, undoing the weeks worth of growth she had been trying to achieve. It had been three days since the fiasco at the library, and Val had been pacing and tossing and losing her mind over her decision. She had nearly flipped on it, deciding to take on Aegon’s opinion of how Aemond didn’t deserve her forgiveness nor her apology. It was greatly out of character for Valeana to fold like that; usually her stubbornness and ferocity rivalled the crabs that littered the beaches of her ancestral seat. All hard and sharp edges, ready to pinch and attack anything that tried to come close to it.

A ghost of a smile came to her face at the memory of a crab that somehow escaped its inevitable death from a boiling pot in the kitchen. It had grabbed the knife the cook was trying to use to stab him with, and started to wave it around comically. Clement had pointed it out and said: “That’s you whenever you get into an argument with someone, and you are clearly losing”.

Eventually the crab won its freedom and was brought back to the beaches, knife and all.

A loud screech above her head snapped her out of her nostalgic reverie and back into reality. Vhagar flew above the Red Keep, with a distinct black figure on her back. This was the only time she was able to see Aemond after these past few days. From what her father had told them, The Cannibal had been sighted coming more west than he was known for, and they had Aemond fly Vhagar around the city a few hours in the day and nights to deter him from trying to reach the Pit.

Val had been waiting for an opportunity to cross paths with the prince, hoping to get her apology over with so it no longer weighed so much on her mind. With all this time waiting, however, her resolve was waning with every thought of doubt that passed her mind. It was nearing the hour of the bat, and the members of court will be shut in their apartments, eating their final meal of the day over a lavender tea or a mulled wine before bed. She felt too nauseous to eat, so she went for a walk through the parapets that overlooked the couryard, the gardens, and the Godswood. Aemond would return at any moment, and with the Keep being quiet and near empty, this would be the perfect opportunity to intercept him before he reached the Holdfast, where eyes and ears were keener to personal conversations.

Valeana walked through the parapets and towers until she made it down spiral stone stairs that lead to the corridor that would then lead her into the Throne Room. After all these years she still felt a sense of unease everytime she was met with them, and unfortunately, they were in abundance in both the Keep and at home. She took her time walking down the steps, as she always did, eyes glued to the ground, one hand lifting her skirts and the other bracing the wall as he watched one foot after the other.

By the time she reached the Throne room, the sun had fully settled under the horizon and the braziers were fully lit, giving the large room a foreboding glow as the shadows of iron and steel swords cast upon the ground. She stopped in the middle of the chamber to look upon it, as did everyone who passed through the grand room. It was difficult not to. Terrifying, beautiful, ancient, like the family that owns it, that created it with fire and blood.

When she exited the Throne Room, a gust of wind greeted her on the top of the grand stairway, forcing her to hug her arms as she descended slowly. A few gold cloaks looked at her curiously as they passed by, some nodding their heads and muttering a ‘my lady’ out of respect. About halfway down the main gate opened and a horse trotted through, his rider unmistakable even from her distance.

Valeana picked up her skirts and carefully sped down the stairs, which were blessedly wide, and less likely to threaten her life. Her eyes glanced from her feet to the black stallion, who stood in the middle of the outer courtyard with Aemond still atop, as a white cloak stood nearby. It looked like they were conversing about something, likely about the whereabouts of the Cannibal. Under normal circumstances, the dragon’s appearance would interest her more, but her mind had been otherwise occupied with more pressing issues.

She made it down the steps without tripping, and then took long swift strides just as the knight left the horse’s side and turned around once she was within earshot.

“Lady Valeana,” Ser Criston greeted with a stagger, “Why are you out this late? If you are lost, I can show you back–”

“That isn’t necessary, Ser Criston,” Valeana resisted the urge to bite back that she used to live at the Red Keep, and knew it well. Her eyes flickered over his shoulder, where the black stallion still remained, and his silver-haired rider still perched on top. “I need a word with Prince Aemond, if he allows me.”

Cole’s eyebrow quirked at this, and he turned to look over his shoulder at the Prince. Aemond wasn’t looking in their direction, instead he was facing forward, lips pursed as he considered his response.

“You may go, Ser Criston. I’ll ensure the lady is returned to her apartments safely,” he slowly pivoted his head towards them, eye finding hers. When violet met green, she found herself taken back, speech caught in her throat even after the knight bowed his head and bid them a good evening.

Aemond was staring at her in complete indifference.

Swallowing thickly, Valeana took a step forward towards him and his horse, but as soon as she did, Aemond kicked the side of the animal gently for it to walk at a slow trot. She stared at the back of his head in confusion, and opened her mouth to ask him to stop, but he already cut her off before a word came out.

“Keep up, Celtigar.”

“Keep up, Celtigar!” Aemond laughed as he sped down the Serpentine Steps. “Oh c’mon, Aemond! You know I can’t run as fast as you! I got little legs, Godsdammit.” Val huffed, holding up her skirt, her face red and brow sweaty as she tried to keep up with him. He slowed to a stop about halfway down and looked up at her, “Alright, alright. I’ll wait for you. But we’re going to be late!” “I rather be late than break my leg on these stupid stairs.”

With an irritated huff, Valeana picked up her skirts and jogged next to his horse, being careful to keep her distance as she approached behind. She had already been kicked more times than she can count back home, and had since learned what not to do.

“What is it you wish to speak to me about?” His voice was stone cold, with no use of her formal title.

“About the library,” she replied, out of breath as she struggled to keep up with the gait of his horse. “About that night. And– and, well, everything.”

They were approaching the drawbridge, forcing her to get closer to his horse to fit the width. Trying to keep up with him was making her left knee and her stump start to ache, but she swallowed it down.

“Hm,” the noise that filtered through his nostrils was a bit like a laugh, though humourless and barely there. “Everything. That is a lot of ground to cover, and I am a busy man, Celtigar. Speak swiftly.”

When they passed the inner gate towards the main courtyard that led to the stables, two gold cloaks flanked the entrance and both exchanged curious glances at the odd pair. They, however, didn’t say anything, or offered to help her. Briefly, she thought about Ser Harwin Strong, and how gallant and chivalrous he was. He would have helped her, surely.

Shaking her head free of depressing memories, she scrambled to continue, to find the right words.

“I wanted to apologize,” she rushed, a huff filtering through her lips. With a brief glance up at him, she saw that it was enough to catch his attention. He merely peered down at her through his lashes, his chin raised in the way he always did when he was trying to appear superior. Valeana was overcome with the desire to quite literally knock him off his high horse, but she viciously reminded herself she was here to make amends, and broker peace.

Still… It would be incredibly easy just to slap the horse’s rear and cause him to buck.

When he didn’t say anything she continued, “You tried to be civil initially – kind, in your own way – with me, and I acted like a juvenile.”

“Hm, yes, I’d say running off crying after being gently shoved is quite juvenile,” his comment made her head twirl up to him. He wasn’t looking at her again, eyes trained forward as they slowly approached the stables.

Valeana’s trot slowed down, her chest heaving in deep breaths and beating wildly from a heart that was struggling to stay in one piece.

“That isn’t– That’s not—” She cut herself off by running her fingers over her eyes in frustration. When she pulled them away from her face, Aemond was dismounting and landing gracefully next to his horse, whilst a stablehand took the reins from him. She remained where she stopped, legs exhausted and knee in pain, and it was starting to feel like it was all for nothing. “Please don’t make this difficult.”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip curling upwards derisively, “That is rich.” Then he slowly closed the space, but stopped short at three feet, “Is that all you have to say?”

“No,” she licked her lips, and failed to notice how his eye flickered to them for a brief moment. “What you did to me when we were children… It destroyed me, Aemond. Quite literally.”

He turned his cheek to her, looking about the courtyard, at the servants and knights that filtered through the castle and its grounds. His blind eye was facing her, possibly by design, given now she had no way to read him.

“And I did not want to forgive you, for a long time, but I have grown tir…of…– Are you even listening to me?” Valeana took a step forward when he still wasn’t gracing her with his attention. She peered around the area for a split second, wondering wildly if there was actually something of more importance or he was just being a jackass on purpose.

Aemond pursed his lips, slowly turned so his good eye could look at her through the curtain of his lashes, “Save your breath, Valeana. You’re almost out of it.”

“.... Excuse me?”

He continued, “There is no need for you to apologize… You have every right to your bitter resentment over a decades old childish blight. I also do not need your forgiveness… I did not apologize for it, and I have no intention to. My earlier attempt at reconciliation was merely a favour for my father, the king, who I am obligated to please. But I will tell you what I told him: I was a child who acted the way a child would after being cornered–”

“Cornered?!”

“--And now I am a man grown. I have no desire to dawdle in the past, like you may do.”

Her mouth was agape, completely gobsmacked by everything he said. From the blatant delusions of what he had done to her, to his complete apathy for everything. She did not know why she let Helaena convince her to reach out to him… Valeana was right all along; Aemond was too far for her to grab. She should’ve listened to Aegon, which was almost laughable. Aegon, the wiser one.

Valeana swallowed the pit that was forming in her throat, and immediately shook her head when she felt her nose tingle and her eyes sting. She was trying her best not to let her sensitivities get the best of her again, but Aemond was not done driving the dagger in her back.

“Gods,” he rolled his eye, and stepped back from her. “If you want pity, Celtigar, go run back into the arms and pillows of my brother. You shall not find it with me.”

“Wh-what?” She blinked wildly at him as he stomped past her, confusion joining the party of her emotions.

“I’d prefer you cease seeking me out, Lady Valeana,” he called out to her once he was a few yards away. “I do not wish to be the villain in your story any longer.”

She watched him walk away, eyes marbled wide, tears freely lining her flushed cheeks. Her anger peaked as the distance between them grew.

“TOO LATE!”

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The Baratheons had arrived the same day they received a letter that Princess Visenya, Aemond’s only niece, had passed away from a fever that she had been battling for a fortnight. The Targaryens were then plunged into mourning for a child they had not met.

King Viserys met with Borros Baratheon with sorrow in his heart and an apology on his lips. He needed to get to Dragonstone, to be with his daughter, to be there when they cremate his only granddaughter. Borros understood of course, and gave him and everyone his condolences.

The King and Queen, as well as Lord Bartimos, his Lady Wife, Clement and Helaena had left to attend the funeral. The rest remained behind, but they all wore dark clothes in respect.

Borros’ lady wife had remained at Storm’s End, being pregnant with hopefully their fourth child and heir. From what Aemond had learned, they had been trying relentlessly for a son, but after four daughters and a few miscarriages, they were unsuccessful. So, the Storm Lord was being overly cautious.

With him though, he brought the Four Storms, his daughters, and the five of them resided in the northern tower of the Keep, which had been furnished and made into suitable apartments for their honoured guests. When questioned why the Baratheons were made accommodations, but not any other great houses, Otto simply said they would not be in King’s Landing for the entirety of the Conclave, and it would make little sense to set up pavilions when they could find temporary accommodations.

The truth, of course, was because Borros Baratheon and his four daughters had sensitive egos, and would not have taken kindly to the Celtigars (a lesser house) being treated grander than them. Aemond would have to agree, even if the Celtigars were of purer Valyrian blood, when the Baratheons merely had a drop in the bucket.

Shortly after, the Starks arrived while the King was still at Dragonstone. It was a smaller party, with only Cregan and his sister, Wylla, but they had no issues with residing in a pavilion on the outskirts of King’s Landing. In contrast, the Manderlys that arrived with them were a large party, with two sons and a small army of young daughters, all to be married.

With their arrival, it felt the Royal Conclave would officially begin, but no events would truly start until the King returned. It would begin on Maiden’s Day, which would be followed by a ball, where all the unwed, of-age maidens of the Realm will be formally presented.

The Baratheon girls and Wylla Stark were a good distraction for the Celtigar daughters, it seemed. After the uncomfortable conversation he had the other day, Valeana had not made her presence known to him. The same could not be said for her step sister, who would happen to be just around every corner, anywhere he would be.

Floris –Grafton, not to be confused with the younger, far more prettier, Floris Baratheon– had somehow found out about her sister approaching him in the courtyard that evening. He wasn’t entirely sure how, but there were many guards and servants about, so he wouldn’t have put it past her to bribe them into being her little bird.

“I told you she was going to try something,” Floris strode next to him, a modest distance away from his left shoulder, his blind side.

“And what was she trying to attempt? I am still trying to understand what she gains by trying to reconcile.”

“She is attempting to be a martyr, because she knew you would not have accepted it,” she replied with contempt laced in her tone. “She even puts on quite a show in our apartments, walking around like a pitiful ghost. I don’t know what’s more pathetic, her charade, or how easily it sways my poor father and mother.”

“Your sister–”

“Step sister–”

“--Can put up an act all she wants. I have washed my hands of her, and kept my distance. Should she try to solicit reactions from others, they will find that there is no evidence of my involvement in her distress.”

Floris pursed her lips and remained quiet for a moment before concurring with him, “Quite right… Though, I do have a thought.”

As they exited the corridor and onto an empty parapet, Aemond turned to her, and she to him.

“Mayhaps simply avoiding her is not enough,” Floris put her hand on the stone balustrade, peering down at the gardens below, where chatter could be heard. “She will continue trying to get her petty, infantile revenge. If you wish to truly portray your non-involvement with her, then you must conduct your own charade. One that would not only convince the court, but will also paralyze her in fear and anger. She will not know what to do.”

Aemond tilted his head at her, attention now glued to her next words the moment she said ‘paralyze her in fear and anger’. It was not enough to just put Valeana Celtigar in her place publicly, he wanted to drive the sword right through her. If he was of a rational mind at the moment, he would be taken off by his own animosity for the girl, when she quite literally had done nothing to him…

Aside from making him think of her in all hours of the day and night. Aside from unearthing his decades old guilt he tried hard to bury. Aside from using said guilt to manipulate him, making him feel weak and look foolish. Aside from haunting him with memories, and reminding him of his true feelings for her… Aside from breaking him in two when she laid with Aegon. His own fucking brother.

“And what do you have in mind?”

She smiled wickedly, “Court a lady. Preferably one that… has potential. That the King and Queen would approve of.”

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Later on that day, Aemond found himself back in the comforts of the library. He had a small supper by himself in his solar, and decided to resume his attempts at finding a Celtigar relation in their family histories. He had been unsuccessful thus far, but he was determined to find at least the mere mention of a name.

From behind him, he could hear the large library doors open, then followed by Maester Artos’ gruff, aged voice.

“Is there anything I can help you with at this late hour, my lady?”

Aemond froze like a statue in front of the tome’s podium. All he could hear was feet on carpeted floors and his own breathing.

“Actually, yes, Maester,” came a feminine voice, foreign to his ears. Aemond’s shoulders relaxed. “I am curious to see your collection on herbology and flora life. I saw some interesting plants and flowers in the gardens that I’ve never seen…and I’d quite like to identify them myself.”

Aemond slowly turned his head as he heard feet move further into the library.

“Of course, my lady, right this way,” Artos shuffled in his direction, and the feminine form of the lady in question followed suit.

Aemond now fully turned around, not just because he was curious, but because he did not want to appear rude by ignoring their presence.

“Oh, my Prince,” the brunette startled, then bowed deeply in a curtsey. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

“You didn’t,” Aemond assured, moving his hands behind his back. She was one of the Baratheon daughters, but he wasn’t entirely sure which one. They were all somewhat similar, and near in age. The only one that was identifiable was Floris, simply because her face was still round and soft with youth, and she was known to be the prettiest of the four. The thin, lithe creature before him was not her.

She swallowed thickly, her hands clasped in front of her and fingers fidgeted, “Oh, good.”

Maester Artos, oblivious to the nature of the interaction, went on a head to collect books from shelves for her.

The Baratheon looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening at the size of the tome behind him, “What is it your reading, my Prince?”

Aemond looked over his shoulder briefly, “A bibliography of my ancestors. All members of the House of Targaryen since the Age of Conquest.”

“Oh, gods,” she smiled softly, “It must be quite extensive… Are– Are there any Baratheons mentioned?”

“As a matter of fact, I had just been reading about Jocelyn Baratheon, my cousin’s mother.”

“Oh, my father’s aunt,” she smiled, “I was told she was quite tall and beautiful.” The lady then cleared her throat, and as if suddenly realizing something she curtseyed again, “Apologies, my Prince. I realize I did not introduce myself.”

Aemond gave a half smile, “I gather you are one of Lord Borros’ daughters.”

“One of four. We often get confused with each other,” she smiled to herself. “I am his second eldest, Lady Maris.”

“Court a lady. Preferably one that… has potential. That the King and Queen would approve of.”

Aemond smiled wryly, hand reaching out to grasp hers and brought it to his lips to kiss.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Maris.”

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treviso-nights · 4 days ago

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two crows, one dagger -- datv rook/lucanis oneshot

rating: T word count: 819 summary: lucanis gifts rook with a dagger, only to later find out the heartfelt meaning behind its name :)

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“here,” lucanis says. his full lips crack into a smirk. “for you.”

rook glances down at the dagger in his fist. it’s elegant—a depthless black, spanning three-quarters of the length of her forearm. when he lifts it in an offering and she takes it, breath leaves her in a rush and she almost stumbles back again from the surprise.

she gasps, both two-toned eyes flashing wide with disbelief. “is that…?”

lucanis merely shrugs. his smirk blooms into a smile that crinkles the skin at the corner of his eyes, and he waits for her to finish the thought. he waits for the full glory of realization to rip through her like an arrow–the joy, when it does show, becomes a pulse beating inside his chest.

“how did you get this?” rook asks, each cheek dimpled and flushed. “there were only supposed to be ten onyxtail daggers ever made because the dragon slain for its scales was so—”

“small,” lucanis finishes this time. he winks, folding his arms across his chest. “kind of like you, amor. shall we make it a nickname?”

rook only bites the inside of her cheek. “bastard.” she starts toward him, the large fish tank blinking turquoise across her strange gold and silver eyes. she’s only a dagger’s length away before he inclines his head, still smiling, though the curved angles of his jaw clench in warning.

“just name it something nice,” he says. “otherwise i’m going to have to take it back from you when we train.”

and then he’s out the door, shoulder blades stiff and upright. just like a blade.

several days later.

“mierda, you’re lazy today.”

lucanis circles rook like a vulture, eyes appraising as she stalks counter-clockwise in the rivaini cave they use as a training ground—a favorite of theirs, offered by the lords of fortune after spite gave them a show during one of their most prestigious rounds in the fighting arena. the cave, passable beneath a waterfall, provides plenty of privacy for the crows to spar, though its watery, gleaming splendor is not what lucanis allows himself to appraise next.

“my, my,” rook teases, watching as his eyes dip and scrutinize the brightly-dyed “breastplate”—as if it can be called anything other than a glorified brassiere—also gifted by the lords of fortune. “but aren’t you feeling lecherous?”

lucanis, hair damp with sweat and tied back, flashes an uncharacteristic, mischievous grin.

“forgive me, my little onyxtail. if i seem more libidinous than usual, it must be because you’re giving me the opportunity.” he lunges at rook, testing her defenses with a shortsword before leaping back.

“make that opportunities. i nearly had you that time.”

rook’s hair, crimson red, is a flame while she fends off another attack, parrying and whirling away. meanwhile, the onyxtail blade seems to suck the light from both the cave and her tresses itself like a contained ocean of night.

“you shouldn’t jest, old man. shit like that may be bad for your health!”

she swipes low, aiming for his hip, but lucanis sidesteps the strike and quickly—but gently—fists a hand in her long braid.

“the only thing that may be bad for my health is you wearing that sorry excuse for a top,” he growls, yanking her close.

lucanis then kicks hard and swift, his foot landing against the back of rook’s knee, causing her to stumble. shifting, he next brings his fist down onto her forearm, knocking her off-hand blade to the floor, and grabs her waist with both hands.

“keep loose,” he whispers, grinning again, and they both tumble to the ground, rook landing precariously on top of lucanis in the cave’s gritty sand.

“hey!” rook whines, narrowed eyes peering into the other crows’.

lucanis expression crumbles into confusion. “what? i won that round, no?”

“no, that’s not what i mean,” she hisses. with a glance, rook motions towards the cave wall, where the onyxtail dagger lay tossed beside it. she meets lucanis’ gaze again.

“you almost made me scrape della!”

for a moment, lucanis says nothing, nor does he notice his fingers absentmindedly tightening on the bare skin of rook’s lower back. “…della?”

“della. my dagger. i finally named it.”

something akin to wonder flares in lucanis’ face, like the heavens breaking free of a midnight hour. he cocks his head, slowly, peering into rook’s face with astonishment.

“you named the dagger… after me?”

a sigh escapes from rook, and she harrumps, touching a calloused hand to his cheek. “of course i did. who else was i going to name it after?”

“rook…”

she thinks she sees lucanis shake his head, but then he’s rolling them over, pressing her harder into the sand with his body weight. when his mouth finally, finally, crashes into hers, he tastes like morning coffee and flight, and not even the thought of a brand-new blade being scratched can stop rook from crashing right back into him.

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keru0 · 2 months ago

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Tickletober 2024

Day 3: Reward

Lee!Thoma x Ler!Ayato

IM FINALLY NOT SICK!! And I'm stupid and never queue fics mhich means I'll be posting 3 prompts a day until i catch up (2ish days i think?)!! Anyways, this one was fun to write, I love these two idiots.

Quick warning for sugge$tive themes!!

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“I won, Thoma~” A certain commissioner purred, leaning into another certain retainer at Komore Teahouse, the strawberry-blond fighting the urge to regurgitate whatever the hell it was he just put in his mouth.

“M-my Lord, what was that?!” He said aghast, a grimace on his green face as he downed the blue-haired man’s sweet-tasting boba.

“Oh, just some lavender melon mixed with sauerkraut from your homeland…and some slime concentrate.” Ayato smirked, biting his lip to hide his urge to giggle at his lover’s repulsed expression.

“Ugh, Archons why- why would you mix those together?!” He asked with wide eyes and a hand covering his mouth, an astonished laugh leaving his lips as he did so.

“Because it’s supposed to be a challenge, Thoma. There’s nothing challenging about eating a normal hotpot.” He chuckled, rubbing the other’s rumbling stomach through his thin black t-shirt. “Now, I’m the winner, so~”

“Yeah, yeah, you want your reward…” Thoma sighed with a fond smile, a blush already creeping over his cheeks. “Where this time, Ayato?”

The man in question took his sweet time deciding that very important question. Last week he raked his nails over the other’s feet for quite a while, just a few days ago he tormented the other’s pits for almost half an hour, and last night he paid much attention to his muscular thighs. Now, though, he wanted to see his toned muscles – it was quite rare for the commissioner to be able to spend a good amount of time with them other than during activities that were far more risque. “Shirt off, Thoma~” He sang, kissing the other’s cheek.

Thoma sighed, the blush on his face deepening as he shrugged off his outerwear before beginning to peel off the tight shirt, his lover watching intently, biting his lip as he watched the show.

Tossing his wardrobe to the side, the shorter man laid across Ayato’s lap, a hand clutching the fancy robe he wore as the reddening skin creeped down to his chest, his master laughing fondly.

“Why are you always so shy, Thoma? You have an amazing body – nothing to be ashamed about, that’s for sure. Besides, I’ve seen far more-”

“E-enough!” Thoma shouted, covering his face with his hands and groaned. “Just get it over with already.”

The Yashiro commissioner laid a hand on the toned muscle of the soft stomach in his lap, running his hand back and forth to feel the soft skin, as well as the few scars littered here and there. “Oh no, I plan on taking my sweet time, thank you very much. It’s rare to see you this vulnerable.” He chuckled, taking one of Thoma’s hands to kiss the back of it. “Now…”

And then he attacked, his well kept nails lightly fluttering and scratching over the muscles, the man counted each individual one as he did so. “So strong!” He praised, “Onnne, twooo, three…”

The blond was a giggling mess almost immediately, hands slammed onto his blushing face in order to hide from his tormentor. “Ahahahyatohoho! Dohohon’t tehehehease!” He whined.

“But you’re so adorable! And handsome. And strong. And pretty and beautiful.” Ayato never let up, punctuating each statement with a tweak to the other’s side as he laughed along with him fondly. Surely this little reward wouldn’t last more than fifteen minutes, but then again, no one’s keeping track of the time – definitely not Ayato, at least.

#genshin impact tickling #tickletober 2024 #lee!thoma #ler!ayato

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adverbally · 2 months ago

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Scarred for Life

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Steve delicately traces his fingertips along the lines of Eddie’s tattoo.

It’s a lazy Sunday where neither of them has anywhere to be. They’ve dozed through most of the morning, cat naps interrupted by gentle touches that never seem to escalate. It’s easy to rest in the cozy space they’ve created together, warm and held and cocooned together in Steve’s bed.

With his head pillowed on Eddie’s shoulder, Steve can’t help but get distracted by the ink decorating his body. He’s never been a particular fan of tattoos, but they suit Eddie– dark on his pale skin, macabre but artistic, spindly lines and patchy shading speaking to their amateur application but still making a statement. There’s just one that Steve hasn’t grown fond of.

The cluster of bats on Eddie’s forearm is no less aesthetically pleasing than any of his other tattoos, but Steve finds he can’t look at it for long. One bat might have been okay, even a couple. But six? Six is far too many. Six suggests even more bats not far behind, swirling in a screeching cloud, swooping in to attack, to bite, swarming Eddie while Steve screams his throat raw–

“You okay?” Eddie murmurs. Half-asleep, his fingers absently rake through Steve’s hair. His other arm rests with his palm on his chest, putting his forearm neatly within Steve’s line of sight. He can’t help but touch even though the bats repulse him.

“How can you stand to look at them?” Steve asks after a moment.

Eddie blinks his eyes open in concern. He frowns, processing the question now that he’s fully awake. “The bats?”

“Yeah.” Even though it’s just the two of them and Steve knows Eddie would never make fun of him for this, his voice is still small and embarrassed.

“I, um.” Eddie adjusts his position, shifting down so he and Steve are face to face. “I couldn’t, at first. I would wake up from a nightmare and I would see it and…” He shakes his head. “It was like I couldn’t escape them. I was already stuck with the scars they gave me, so the tattoo was just one more reminder of what happened.”

Steve’s voice is still a little croaky from sleep when he asks, “But they don’t bother you now?”

“Not really. The scars do, sometimes, when they itch or get sore, but the tattoo has been healed for ages. Since I don’t feel it, I don’t notice it as much, and it feels more like a part of me. Like it was supposed to be here, you know?” Eddie settles a hand on Steve’s hip. “I think it means something different now, after everything. I’m here, and the demobats aren’t. So I guess it kind of became a sign that I survived. I won.”

It shifts Steve’s world on its axis, hearing that. They did win. The demobats disappeared when they defeated Vecna. But more importantly, Eddie is here in bed with him right now instead of rotting away in Hawkins’ cemetery. Steve is here with the man he loves instead of laying dead on the dry lakebed in the Upside Down. If Steve thinks of Eddie’s tattoo as a symbol of that success, rather than as a threat, those six bats don’t seem so sinister.

He doesn’t say anything remotely as coherent as that, just a thoughtful, “Oh.”

“Yeah. Takes some practice to switch your perspective like that, but I think it’s worth it to be able to look at my own arm without having a panic attack,” Eddie says lightly, though Steve hears the truth beneath those words.

He cranes his neck to kiss Eddie in a sleepy, uncoordinated collision of lips. “You’re incredible,” he tells him, mostly to watch the blush that stains his cheeks.

“You’re not bad yourself,” Eddie murmurs. He pauses for a moment before he decides, “I think our mutual awesomeness deserves some pancakes for breakfast, hm?” and vaults out of bed to grab his boxers off the bedroom floor on his way to the kitchen.

“As long as you’re cooking them, sure,” Steve agrees easily, already stretching in preparation to get out of bed.

Eddie’s laugh echoes back to Steve from down the hallway. Such a simple pleasure he almost didn’t get to experience.

Maybe Steve will get a bat tattoo of his own one day.

#steddiespooktober #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mine

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years ago

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1d!yn are in these pics you can't convince me otherwise

still finishing up the grammys blurb but i can't not write about them for these pics rn

Along with YN's manager, the whole Harry team has been cheering and congratulating him on his big win as they collectively walk over to the couple's green room. Everyone is ready to celebrate with champagne bottles, big hugs, and pictures...well almost everyone.

As everyone gathers around to look at the monumental award and passes around the red envelope with Harry's House on it, Harry walks off in the midst of the rowdy group. YN sees how he walks off to the corner of the room, crouches down, and puts his face in his hands. She gives her husband a sympathetic smile before going over to crouch down in front of him and putting her hands on his knees in comfort. He's immediately putting a hand on top of her black, latex-covered hand, gripping onto it tightly.

When she hears him sniffle, she turns to the small group of people in the room, "Do yeh lads mind giving us a minute?"

As they all begin to shuffle out, Anthony quickly snaps one last picture of the couple. He captures the way they hold each other's hands, foreheads pressed together with their eyes closed. Harry's nose is a light shade of pink and YN wears a soft smile.

Hearing the door click shut, she's suddenly getting a deja vu moment of the last Grammys they attended together in 2021. After YN won Producer of the Year, Harry quickly came into the room after hearing she was having a panic attack. While everyone else in the room left, he stayed by her side and calmed her down with sweet, loving words and comforting hands.

People tend to forget how overwhelming something like this can be. These two don't make music with the intention of winning awards like this; this is just a perk of the job, of doing something they love. So be recognized for something this big, Album of the Year, is a feeling too big to put into words.

So the couple just sits in comfortable silence for another moment longer, looking at each other with so much love and gratitude. Having each other during this monumental time in their lives is a greater blessing than any of them could have ever asked for.

YN reaches up to thumb away at a rouge tear on his cheek and he keeps her hand there, tilting his head to give a kiss on her palm before letting out a deep sigh. She stands up again but before he can ask her where she's going, she comes back over to his level with his Grammy.

They don't say a word as she hands him his award. They just share soft smiles before huffing out a light laugh in disbelief.

After the awards ceremony and the after party was officially over, the couple still had a lot of engery (and alcohol) to burn off. The night was still young and there was no debate on arguing with the Grammy winners when they said they wanted to go get some pizza.

So at 3 o'clock in the morning, both of their managers, their photographers, and the rest of Harry's producers now sit around tables pushed together to create a space to fit all of them as the couple happily chomps away at their cheesy snacks.

"Yeh did really good with your performance, babe," YN compliments around a mouthful of pizza, her eyes the tiniest bit pink from the drinks she had earlier in the night. "Even with the whole turn-table fuck-up. Handled that shit like a fookin' pro."

"Thank you! Y'know," Harry beams, turning in his seat to fully face her. He rests an arm over the booth cushion behind her back and she hums in response, urging him to continue. "Think m'getting to be-" He takes in a deep breath as a tipsy hiccup shakes his upper body. "-be a pretty good dancer."

"I think so, too," She nods excitingly with wide eyes. "S'good thing you had your Satellite Stompers with yeh. It sucks ass when you have to perform in different shoes than what you originally practiced in."

"My what?" He asks with a smirk, stealing a bite of her pizza slice even though there are still plenty of pizzas around the table for him to grab.

"Your Satellite Stompers," She answers with a bashful giggle and his dimples dig further into his cheeks when he sees a blush grace the apples of her cheeks. "Ugh, s'stupid. Nevermind."

"Nuh uh. Tell me," He pokes, getting butterflies in his stomach at the sight of his gorgeous wife smiling up at the ceiling before sighing in defeat.

"S'just that, I posted a video of you doing your stompy stomps during Satellite one show and called your A.D.I.D.A.S. shoes that. And your fans have picked it up so...they're your Satellite Stompers. Don't laugh!"

"But that's the cutest thing I've ever heard! Anthony! Can y'get a picture of my--wait what were they called, babe?"

"Shut up!" She says with a laugh, pushing his face away from hers.

"Oh yeah, my Satellite Stompers."

She only laughs harder, her nose scrunching up in the cutest way possible as her husband scoots back into the corner of the booth and clumsily brings his foot up for them to see. While everyone else seems to ignore the giggly couple, Anthony brings his camera to his face to capture the shot.

As Harry points to his shoe, YN puts a hand under his heel as a presentation while she holds a slice of pizza to her mouth with the other.

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1-800-local-slut · 1 year ago

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Hi, I was just wondering if you were able to write a klaus x black!reader story based on the video that I will put a link for on here. It’s just I don’t see too many blogs that write for black readers on here and yours just happen to be one of my favorites. The scene is from a show called Empire.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8USmuBM/

Peaches

I LOVE me some Empire and I love you for this ask, this is one of my favorite scenes from the show! Thank you so much for this ask and for reading my stuff, I really appreciate it. I'm sorry this took so long, I had it planned out but then school started giving me hell </3. I gave the reader the nickname Peaches for this as well, I hope you like it <333. Also please let me know if this was how you wanted it, if not I can always rewrite it.

Klaus is invited to take a bite out of a peach

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Witch! Reader

Reader is Klaus's witch friend, and she goes to handle some negotiations for him. She has a bit too much fun during negotiations and here comes Klaus to the rescue.

I am so sorry this took so long my darling, whenever my writing takes a dip, its because my mental state drops like really bad. I was in a bad place for a while bbg, and I hope this makes up for it <3

Warnings: Drinking, witch reader, reader does a drinking game with some witches, reader gets attacked for like two seconds, reader is attacked, reader is horny, reader is nicknamed Peaches, I didn't give a lot of background for how Klaus and Peaches know each other, this is a bit short, allusions to smut, reader is a bit questionable, smutty thoughts, reader is thick

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Under the low lights of the bar, the vibrant rhythm of blues and laughter lingered in the air, the cool night breeze blowing over her. Drunk people stood outside the bar with her, laughing and talking to each other. Among them, Peaches found herself deep in the pit of intoxication.

The music thumped behind her, her head throbbing with the beat. She giggled to herself, clutching her purse and adjusting the strap around her shoulder.

It had been an hour of negotiations. Klaus had once again had some sort of issue with a coven. He dropped her off two hours ago and asked her to do her best to ensure things went their way. After all, she didn't just help Klaus out for free. She did just that.

After finishing off a bottle of Pink Whitney, she won a victory and secured some allegiance for Klaus (mostly for herself). She was holding on to a wall next to her for support.

The Earth spun beneath her feet as she groaned to herself. How did she let herself get so drunk? Sure, she was technically just doing something for Klaus, but letting herself get wasted when there were so many different things to do before the sun rose? Irresponsible.

Then again, being friends with Klaus and doing magic for him wasn't the most responsible action. When it came to Klaus, she couldn't stop herself. She was an abomination to other witches, a servant of nature who consistently did whatever for her own personal gain, even if that meant working with Klaus.

He encouraged her in ways that were detrimental to those around them. He made her feel untouchable. His actions created a safe haven for the witch, a place where she could be free to chase all of her ambitions to the fullest with no judgment. She was born with these powers. Gifted even. Why should she not use them how she sees fit? Klaus taught her that when they first met. In a way, he freed her.

As she staggered past the walls littered with graffiti and cigarette butts, she looked around at the bright lights of New Orleans. The city Klaus seemed to fight tooth and nail for. Footsteps crunched behind her, and her head snapped around to see a young woman and a man giggling against a wall. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned around.

She wished that was her. Her with Klaus. In a way, Klaus was her perfect match. He understood her, helped her in any way he could, and in exchange, she helped him. It helped a lot that he was so handsome. His large hands around hers when he would have such a simple conversation with her.

The way he'd stare into her eyes with a knowing smirk, like he knew she was silently pining over him. Like he could see each memory of her running her hands over her body to thoughts of him. He would smile when she would boldly flirt back with him like he was daring her to flirt with him.

She wanted to feel his giant hands on her breasts instead of her own. He'd be whispering sweet nothings in her ear with that sexy accent. What if she called him right now? Or texted him to see if it was all in her imagination. Shit, she was way drunker than she thought; her thoughts wouldn't usually run this rampant.

Chuckling to herself, she stopped her trek to... God only knows where she was going. She just wanted out of that bar and that alley. Silly. She felt so silly? Her eyelids felt so heavy but also so light. Her body was buzzing, and she had an overwhelming urge to dance. On Klaus.

Aggressive footsteps pounded behind her, and just before she could turn, there was a man shoving into her. It was quick. Before she could give an aneurysm, before she could even blink or anything, he was on her. One moment she was dreaming about grinding up against her close friend.

Fuck, why did she drink so much? There was a man pushing her against a wall with such great force it made her head spin.

"MUGGER! MUGGER!" She wailed, jamming her fist into his back, although it wasn't working. Okay, being drunk in the dark alleyways of NOLA? Not a great idea. Carrying an expensive purse? Even worse of an idea. To be fair, running around with Klaus makes her practically invulnerable to any supernatural creatures. Humans, she more often forgets about.

With a grunt, he tossed her back into the wall, attempting to shake her purse free of her grip.

"Imma kill you, you picked the wrong one!" She screeched, in her drunken state deciding it would be easier to fight off a man far bigger than her. She put her free hand up and made a fist, socking the man in his jaw.

"You stupid motherfucker." She slurred, as she heard a whoosh close to her. Was she about to get jumped? The last thing she needed was to be jumped and probably murdered, seeing as she was too drunk to remember any spells right now. But when they came back, she was gonna get them.

With a grunt, the man was thrown off her and all her weight was free to fall. She fell into a pair of strong arms, hearing a familiar chuckle.

"Someone's out of sorts." Thank God. It was Klaus and his sexy leather jacket. And his sexy voice. Klaus was just sexy in general.

"Hey sexy." She giggled, Klaus lifting her off her feet and turning her body around so he could lift her. He was carrying her, cradling her tenderly while she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She silently thanked that mugger.

"Where did you come from? The strip club? Were you shaking it all night, Klaus?" Klaus laughed boisterously, his head tilting back. She could see every part of his beautiful body from the shoulders up. He smelled like blood and his signature cologne. The cologne that she's imagined spraying over herself or the scent enveloping her as Klaus's warm body engulfed hers.

Leather, like his jacket. Oak, like the wood of trees, musk, and something spicy. Like he was standing in the spice section of Stop and Shop. There was no point in trying to hide the sniff she took of him, which had Klaus jump. He was strangely silent, considering he never shut his ass up.

"What are you doing?" Klaus asked the woman who had a grip on his jacket. Her nose tickled him, and she could feel his stubble rubbing on her face. He just felt so good, that she couldn't help the soft moan escaping her full lips.

"Now, when I get drunk I'm 'attempting to hide from my deep emotional issues,' but when you do it, it's fine?"

"That's because you suck, but when I'm drunk you look soooo good. I just wanna take a bite out of you." She nipped his neck, all of her senses gone. There was nothing she could really do anymore.

Klaus had a way of getting under her skin, when she really wanted him in her.

"Don't do that." He scolded playfully, and pushed her head away. He began to walk towards wherever he came from, and she moaned. She wanted to go dance with Klaus in

Or skipping all of that and just getting plowed outside the club.

"Where did you even come from? You watching my body, Klaus? That's okay, I want you to keep your eyes on me." She grinned lazily and poked Klaus in his nose when he grunted and rolled her eyes. He adjusted her in his arms, and she smiled softly. He was just so gentle.

"Someone had to make sure you weren't being kidnapped and sold off. I can't just leave my favorite witch out here all alone in the cold, Peaches. What type of man would I be?" Klaus grinned, pushing some of her hair from her eyes.

"A bitch," she spat with distaste. Then she started dragging a nail up and down his chest while looking up dreamily into his eyes.

"But you're not a bitch, you're a sexy beast. I'm not even kidding." Klaus sighed as they approached the car. He chuckled down at the drunk witch whom he affectionately nicknamed Peaches.

"Peach, you're very drunk." Placing her body down against the car for a second while he fought to open the door and keep her from falling.

"You know why they call me Peach?" She asked, whispering in his ear up close. Her lips dangerously close to her ear, as she gripped him by his wrist.

"Yes, I nicknamed you that because you're sweet. Like a peach." Did Klaus know better than to try and rationalize with the wasted, but he couldn't help himself. Every chance at conversation with her, he took.

"No, it's because of this." She brought Klaus's hand down on her clothed ass. The soft flesh was being warmed by Klaus's large hand. It sent a heat through her entire body. It wasn't the first time Klaus had ever grabbed her ass. Casual friendship things for the two of them. Still, he jumped, and attempted to worm his hand away after he gave two squeezes.

"I'm flattered Peach, but you're a bit too gone for me right now." He began loading her into the car, while her arms locked around his neck.

"Yeahhh, I'm Peach. Did you name me Peaches because of this ass?" She almost moaned. Klaus now had her laying on her back in the car, and she threw one of her legs onto his shoulders.

"No, I told you why I named you that silly." She sighed and tossed her head back while inhaling the leather interior of the seats.

"Take a bite out of me since I'm suuuuuch a peach." She droned, sarcastically. In truth, Peaches did want Klaus to take a bite out of her.

Pushing her legs down, Klaus tried to get her legs into the car.

"Peaches, as beautiful as you are I do need to drive us home." He chuckled, and she groaned before breaking into a fit of giggles. It was infectious and spreading through her entire being; she couldn't stop.

Blue eyes flickered to the front seat, and it dawned on her then Klaus probably had someone drive him to come get her. It was night, and if he was conducting business all day, he was certainly too lazy to do it himself.

Klaus was staring down at her. A desire that Klaus couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. His eyes glued to her thighs and the smooth skin of her legs. He could probably see her underwear from there but she didn't even care. Klaus allowed himself a squeeze of his Peach, and she let out a soft sigh.

"Just...just..." She broke into more nonsensical giggles.

"Are you alright?" Elijah's smooth voice broke the tension in the back. The tension between the two. Slowly but surely, she was bringing him too the edge of his self-control. It makes sense now that the usually animalistic Klaus wasn't all over her like he usually would be. Klaus was with his brother, who probably wasn't in the mood for his horny antics. But Peaches was.

"Oh Elijah! Hi, I want your brother to take a bite out of this peach. Wouldn't you want some of this?" She teased, rolling onto her side and making eye contact with Elijah through the rearview mirror.

Elijah took a moment, as if he was loading, and then broke into a deep laugh.

"I can't say I wouldn't partake if given the chance." He nodded, as Klaus scowled at Elijah.

"See? Elijah would partake. Come take a piece of this." She ushered flirtatiously through laughter. Klaus shook his head and rolled onto his side.

"Elijah, whether he likes to admit it or not, would sleep with any black woman who breathed in his direction." Klaus rolled her eyes as he slid into the passenger's seat after finally shutting the door. She stretched and rolled back onto her back and stretched.

"Don't throw up back there." Klaus warned, clearly amused at her drunk antics.

"Shut up." She grumbled as she prepared to fall into a horny sleep. If Klaus wasn't gonna take a bite, what was even the point of staying awake? After a yawn, she rolled over and dosed off to dreams of Klaus giving into that animalistic look from early.

#black reader #x reader #fem reader #x black reader #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #the originals #tvdu #thank you for reading #ily <3

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firstofficerwiggles · 1 year ago

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Grogu's Teacher, Part 6

Part 5 | Masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Rating: T

Word Count: ~2900

Warnings: hand-to-hand combat, insults

Author’s note: Hello all! I’m finally back with more of this fic. I was not expecting to take so much time off between chapters, but my life has been very busy and I am in the middle of writing a book for work so that has meant less time for fic writing. After this season of the Mandalorian, the idea of Mand’alor Din is more of an AU than before, but we press on because this is the story I want to tell. Also, of course, we never know what the future holds for Din and his darling son.

“My heart is not a prize to be won,” Din’s voice is gruff with certainty.

“Oh you are wrong there, cyare,” she says mimicking your voice nastily, “Today is the day that any woman may challenge your intended for your hand. Now that you’ve announced your cyar’ika as your official consort, I am free to challenge her as per the laws of this celebration.”

She looks over at you, “So if this social-climbing trollop wants to secure her place at your side, she’ll have to fight me for the privilege!” Bo-Katan’s voice rings out across the ballroom.

Din moves the Darksaber into an attack position and steps in front of you, shielding you with his body. You clutch Grogu tighter to your chest as you feel your blood run cold.

“If she will not fight as is our tradition, she will be branded a hut’uunn, no one will respect her," Bo-Katan declares.

You swear you can hear a pin drop in the grand ballroom after Bo delivers her biting insult to you. You swallow hard, feeling a rush of emotions: anger, distress, and sheer surprise at her audacity. Still though, your desire to stand up for yourself and your own pride won’t let you back down from her challenge. Carefully, you place Grogu in a nearby chair and then move out from behind Din to face Bo-Katan.

“I’m not afraid of you, Lady Kryze,” you reply, “I have great respect for Mandalorian tradition, and while I might not come from a royal family such as yours, I am equally a Mandalorian.” You tip your helmet up, “You may call me all the nasty names you like, but those who know me know the truth.”

“Such a pretty speech,” Bo-Katan mocks you, even going so far as to clap her hands sarcastically, “It’s fitting for a little decoration meant to liven up the Mand’alor’s arm, but we all know that the throne needs the support of a strong riduur, one who doesn’t just teach our traditions but who practices them too. So unless you're going to accept my challenge of combat, you’ll stay the scared weakling you are.”

You stand perfectly still, and then nod your head once and in a clear calm voice you announce, “I accept.”

Din immediately tugs at your arm, turning you back towards him, “No, cyar’ika, this is not the time nor the place for combat, you don’t need to fight her. I’ll protect you.” His voice sounds deeper than normal and you can feel his concern for you.

“I know you always will, cyare, but I need to do this,” you drop your voice so only he can hear you, “Even if I lose, I have to know that I tried, I want to show everyone that I’m willing to fight for you, that you mean that much to me.”

“I know that and if it were me, I would fight for you too,” Din whispers to you, his helmet dropping down to touch yours in a Keldabe kiss.

As a warrior, he knows he needs to let you fight your own battles, but as the man who loves you, everything in him is urging him to hold you close and keep you far from harm. He sighs, there is no right choice here, but he needs to make the one that shows his respect for you. Stepping back, his shoulders are set and his movements are deliberate. He reaches down and takes a vibroblade from its sheath and places it in your palm. In a voice that carries across the hall, he tells you with reverence,

“You honor me by being willing to compete, but know that you already have my heart, now and forever.”

“And you have mine,” you reply softly, your voice sounding calmer as knowing you have his support grounds you. You raise your chin and project your voice louder, “Thank you, cyare, I will do my best to bring honor to you and my clan.”

You hear a small shuffle of feet and realize there are others gathering by your side. Your cousin, Saka, reaches out to place a hand on your pauldron,

“You already honor our clan with your spirit and your dedication to the Way,” he says, his words are punctuated by the bow he gives you as he places his fist over his heart. His wife and their sons also bow to you, adding to their familial show of support.

“Your training will serve you well,” the Armorer has come over too, “Remember all that I have taught you and you will succeed in showing everyone that you have a warrior’s heart.”

“This is all so touching, but are we going to fight or just stand around sharing platitudes all evening?” Bo-Katan snarks at you.

You ignite your glowing shield and take the attack stance the Armorer has taught you, “Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur (Today is a good day for someone else to die),” you state the Mando’a saying clearly.

“Bold words from such an untrained warrior,” Bo-Katan snorts.

She makes her first move which you manage to evade. You keep your feet moving as you’ve been instructed, deliberately but not too quickly or you will tire yourself out too soon.

“You shouldn’t make assumptions that I am untrained,” you reply calmly.

You continue to take the position of defense, and manage to outmaneuver her next attempts to land a blow.

You hear Din mutter, “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You bring your attention back to Bo-Katan. Din’s words bolster you and you try your own move to strike her with his blade. She avoids it though, turning on her heel and then setting up to attack you again. This time you are not fast enough and she connects with your armor, causing a loud clang and startling you with its ferocity. You’re not hurt though, but it does shake your confidence. You try a few more attack moves of your own, but you fail to connect. She manages to connect again though, a hit with her vambrace against yours. This time you feel a sting of pain, but you shrug it off and break away from her.

“Look at you, playing dress up in your shiny new armor,” Bo-Katan’s sneer can be heard even through her modulator, “You know, Miss Consort, just because you put on the armor doesn’t make you worthy of it.”

She rushes forward attempting to land a blow with her vibroblade, however this time you easily deflect it, dodging the way the Armorer has instructed you.

“I am worthy of my armor, and, unlike you, I understand that there are many ways to be a Mandalorian,” you respond to her clearly, your voice projecting calm even though you are a tangle of emotions right now.

You take a deep breath, and then deliver your own verbal blow to her, “My armor may be new, but at least it isn’t stained with the blood of my people, or that of my sister.”

“You bitch,” Bo-Katan roars at your comment. She barrels towards you, her anger making her movements sloppy and predictable.

With Bo-Katan off-kilter, you land your first strike with the vibroblade, your aim better than hers as you manage to slice through her flight suit just between her pauldron and vambrace. You can see a thin line of blood on her arm. She screams,

“You’ll pay for that!”

You watch as she steels her shoulders and resets her feet. There’s a determination in her that you don’t like. She attacks you again, faster this time and more sure-footed and it’s overwhelming. You do your best, fighting as hard as you can. You kick at her, try blocking with your shield, and stab at her again with Din’s vibroblade. You manage to hold her off for a bit but she keeps coming at you and your blows aren’t doing enough damage to her. But then, her fist connects hard with your wrist and she knocks the blade from your hand. It startles you and you lose your concentration just long enough for her to sweep your feet. At the last minute you grab onto her arm and you both crash down in a startling bang of armor against the ballroom floor.

Bo-Katan lands heavily on top of you, and while you try to shove her off, she maintains control and forcibly pushes you harder into the ground.

“You should have stayed in your place, teacher,” she taunts you, as she brings her vibroblade up to your neck in the soft space between your armor and your helmet.

You gasp, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” she asks, mockingly. She pushes the blade in closer to you and for a moment you think she might actually harm you.

Suddenly her arm is yanked backward by some unseen force and the blade is ripped from her fist. It flies up and across the room, to land in Grogu’s small outstretched hand.

You breathe a sigh of true relief, “Way to go, buddy!”

You turn your head and realize that Din is right there, having run to your side the moment he felt you were in real danger. He lifts Bo-Katan off you and shoves her aside, and then reaches down to help you to your feet. His arm goes around your shoulders protectively,

“This fight is over,” he declares.

“You can’t deny that I won!” she shouts at him.

“I’m not denying that,” Din replies, his voice deadly calm, “But I am stopping this before you take it too far.”

“It’s not my fault she couldn’t put up a better fight, but she should have known that I am the superior warrior,” Bo-Katan states smugly.

Your shoulders sag a touch at that, and despite feeling that you did your best, the feeling of loss permeates your body.

“I had to try,” you say, your voice is just above a whisper, “I did the honorable thing.”

“Yes, you did, cyar’ika,” Din tells you, his arm hugging you to his body.

You hear the sound of little feet, pattering across the floor to you. It’s Grogu, a welcome distraction, toddling his way over to you and Din, and waving Bo-Katan’s vibroblade like his own small sword.

“Patu!” he announces with a flourish of the blade.

“Oh buddy, let’s be careful with that,” you say, picking him up and reaching for the knife.

“He can keep it,” Din states, his voice full of pride, “He earned it.”

You notice your cousins have moved closer too. The younger ones nod along with Din’s comment and it makes you smile in spite of yourself. Seeing that they’re still here, coming up to you even after your defeat is a comforting sight.

“You have brought honor to our family with your determination to fight and your willingness to accept a challenge. We are all proud to have you as a member of our clan,” Saka states, “And this clever little foundling too. The way he magically yanked that blade from Lady Kryze’s hand was most impressive.”

He reaches out a hand to pat Grogu on the head and you hear the little one coo happily in response and reach out to him to be held. Saka takes the baby and presents him with a scabbard for the vibroblade.

“For you, little warrior,” Saka states.

“Grogu knows how to protect the ones he loves,” Din remarks, “As do I.” He leans down then to give you a Keldabe kiss, but just before his helmet can make contact with yours, a tsk-ing sound interrupts.

“Uh-uh, there will be none of that now,” Bo-Katan admonishes with a wag of her finger, “Mand’alor Djarin, not only did I show everyone that I’m the better warrior, I have also claimed you for my own.”

She sidles over to Din, holding her hand out, “Come and take the hand of your future bride.”

With reluctance, Din steps away from you, and turns to face Bo-Katan fully. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your throat feels tight. You had not thought through what losing to Bo-Katan truly meant. You watch as the space between you and your love grows larger and your heart aches. Tradition is profoundly important to Mandalore and you know that Din comes from a sect that believes in upholding the old ways.

Din stands proud, he brings himself up to his full height and with his arms planted on his hips, he seems to be larger. He speaks to Bo-Katan but loudly so that everyone in this great hall can hear him clearly.

“You can only claim the Mand’alor,” he says, “But that is no longer me.”

He unclasps the Darksaber from his belt, and tosses it at Bo-Katan’s feet.

“Traditions have their place and they honor those who have come before us. But traditions should not continue at the expense of the people who have to live with them. I will not remain the Mand’alor if it means giving up the one that I love, and I certainly will not accept Bo-Katan Kryze as my riduur.”

He turns and walks back to you, taking your hands in his, “I love you, cyar’ika, you are my choice.”

“I love you too, Din,” you reply, your voice cracking with emotion, “All I want is to be with you, but I don’t want to make you give up so much.”

“It isn’t worth it, ner kar’ta,” he tells you, “Without you, I don’t want it. It means nothing.”

“Such a sickening scene,” Bo-Katan mutters, “The role of Mand’alor was wasted on you, Djarin. I, on the other hand, know exactly what our people need. A true royal.”

She leans down to scoop up the saber, igniting it and waving it above her head with a victory whoop. She turns towards the crowd, awaiting cheers. But she is met with silence.

You look across the crowd to see many clenched fists and people standing rigidly as they watch Lady Kryze try to celebrate. A low muttering begins to sweep through the room, sounding like the dull rumbling of thunder. You catch bits of comments here and there.

“She doesn’t deserve the Darksaber!”

“Her challenge was unfair!”

“Kryze is a mean-spirited bully!”

“Mand’alor Djarin is still the true leader!”

“Someone should slap her!”

“I want to slap her!”

“Disgraceful! She dishonors the true Mand’alor!”

“Djarin is the best for us!”

“Djarin has done so much!��

You begin to hear Din’s name more and more as it echoes through the crowd. Others begin to say it too and soon it grows into a chant. You even hear a few shouts of your own name in the mix. Din acknowledges the crowd with a nod, but says nothing.

Instead it is the Armorer who takes action, she walks purposefully to Bo-Katan,

“The people have spoken, Lady Kryze. No special weapon, even a sword as rare as that one, can withstand the will of our people.”

Bo-Katan looks around at the people cheering for Din and for you, she hears the jeers and threats being made against her, and her shoulders sag in defeat. Without a word she turns off the Darksaber and drops it into the Armorer’s outstretched hand. She looks towards Din and you one more time, and then slowly walks away, navigating her way through the throng of people.

“Mand’alor, I believe you may have dropped this,” the Armorer says to Din, holding the powerful sword out to him.

Din looks at you, and tilts his head. You know his question without him having to say it.

“It’s your choice to make, Din, but whatever you choose, I’ll be here by your side,” you reassure him, giving his hand a squeeze.

He nods and takes the saber from the Armorer. A loud, joyful cheer goes up from the crowd. The noise is deafening and you’re impressed by the dedication everyone has for Din and his leadership. It fills you with pride for him.

Din raises his hand to silence the crowd, and when relative calm has settled once again, he addresses them,

“I am honored by your faith in me, I will do all that I can to serve you for the better of all Mandalorians.”

He places his fist over his heart and bows his head to them. You watch as people in the ballroom drop to their knees and return the salute to him. It humbles you to see everyone’s loyalty and you’re about to drop to your knees too, when Din pulls you to him. He takes you in his arms and touches his helmet to yours.

“I’m honored by you too, cyar’ika. You fought for me and showed me more loyalty than a hundred warriors on their knees.” Din’s voice is gruff and low.

“I tried my best to fight and honor you, but I lost,” you tell him, honestly.

Din chuckles, “Did you, cyar’ika?”

Grogu coos loudly at that in apparent agreement. He waves his hand at you and makes the brrr sound he’s become so fond of lately.

You look at the happy baby in the arms of your cousin, surrounded by the rest of your new family. Then you turn back to his father whose hand reaches out to hold yours again.

“You know, you’re right, Din, it wasn’t a loss,” you say, “In fact, I think I may have won it all.”

Note: I hope you enjoyed this! I have one more epilogue chapter planned for you!

Mando’a:

cyare = beloved

cyar’ika = sweetheart

Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur = Today is a good day for someone else to die

ner kar’ta = my heart (my love)

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whump-card · 1 year ago

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Sunless Lives Part 14: I Can’t Die Here

~2370 words

CW: aftermath of implied noncon, vampire whump, vampire feeding, offscreen fighting, carewhumper

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Ariella - which he was allowed to call her when they were alone - was kind.

She’d given him his own room in the main lodge of her sprawling ranch - home to more than three dozen vampires. She’d already bought him two books in the month that he’d been there, and the promise of more hung on his good behavior. She’d bought a whole wardrobe for him. Everything was soft and stretchy and skimpy for easy access, but she let him pick the colors.

He’d picked black, to hide the stains.

She still followed all of Lara’s old safety rules: no keeping the same wound open for too long, for fear of infection; and no bites near the ‘danger zones’ of major arteries.

She never made him scream. She never hurt him for no reason.

It could be worse.

That’s what he told himself as she got up from the bed, and he pressed a clean cloth to a fresh bite on his outer forearm. His bedroom was large, and ostentatious, all dark rustic woods and woven fabrics. A small window showed a glimpse of mountains, and a thickly starry night sky. A massive deer head loomed above him on the wall - another one of Ariella’s prizes.

It could be worse.

He reached down and pulled a sheet up to cover himself - but Ariella caught it and twitched it away.

“Leave it,” she said gently, “I want to look at you.” She smiled down at him, her face sweet and round. Unintimidating, if you didn’t know her, which is why she refused to show it around strangers. She preferred to radiate power; but she needed no veil around Simon for him to feel that. He was helpless in her possession.

It could be worse.

Simon lay back, exposed, closing his eyes to stifle the pinpricks of tears that were forming. He longed for Matthew. His smile. His laugh. His quiet acceptance of all the ways in which Simon was broken. The way he made Simon feel smart, and funny. Simon's heart felt like it was burning a hole in his chest. Matthew would be dead if Simon weren’t here right now - that had to be worth it.

It could be -

“What was that?”

Simon opened his eyes to see Ariella, posed with her flannel dressing gown half-pulled on and her head cocked, listening.

“I don’t hear -” Simon started. Ariella silenced him with a raised hand. After a second longer she sprung into action, tying her robe tightly and striding to the door.

“Something’s wrong,” she said, uncharacteristically serious, “Stay here.”

Simon sat up to watch her leave, not sure what to feel. Something being wrong on the ranch could be good for him - a distraction that would keep Ariella away from him for a night or two.

Or it could be very bad. He had yet to see her angry.

He tied the cloth around his bitten forearm and went to his wardrobe. He got dressed quickly, in flowy shorts and a wide-necked t-shirt, both black. He hoped that the problem was something silly she would laugh with him about later, like a horse escaping.

Then he heard the screams.

They came from the west wing, where the stables were, and ended quickly. They weren’t wordless screams - they were certainly frightened, but they sounded like they were trying to communicate something. From this distance, Simon couldn’t tell. Then there was a crash, and the unmistakable sounds of fighting. Shouts, gunshots.

Simon shrank back against the wardrobe, hope and fear fighting each other in his chest. It could be the VIU, they could be here for him - but that’s impossible. Yarl told Simon himself, before the trade: no one would come for him. Which left… an attack by another vampire family.

The fear won out, and Simon scrambled to open the wardrobe and hide inside. This muffled the sounds of battle, but he could still hear that they ended suddenly. A long minute passed where he could only hear his own quick breathing, then it started again, closer this time. Whoever they were, they were moving towards him.

What if they’re here for you.

Simon pressed himself further back into the wardrobe, his heart pounding.

What if it’s Mr Rhodes?

What if it’s Gloria?

What if it’s…

What if it’s him?

A single set of heavy footsteps passed the door to the room. Simon held his breath, and they continued on. Soon after, the sounds of fighting started up in the east wing. These defenders sounded more prepared, more organized, and it lasted longer. Simon couldn’t listen anymore, he pressed his hands over his ears. He had no idea who to root for, or which outcome would be better for him. Maybe they’d all kill each other, and he could escape.

He eventually lifted his hands from his ears to discover silence. He couldn’t hear a single sound coming from anywhere in the massive lodge. He eased the door open a crack. Still nothing. He emerged from the wardrobe, and moved silently to the door of the room. What if this was his chance? What if he could slip out in the aftermath?

Suddenly he heard the heavy footsteps, marching swiftly towards him. He stumbled back from the door, Hide! his brain screamed, but the footsteps had already stopped, they were already opening the door, and standing there was -

Was -

“Matthew?” Simon breathed.

Matthew, beaten bloody, with an oozing bullet wound in his upper left arm. He wore all black, as usual, a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans. His knuckles were raw and red, and he carried a dented and bloody metal baseball bat that slipped out of his fingers and clattered loudly to the floor as he stood there, looking at Simon.

“Matthew!” Simon rushed forward, throwing his arms around Matthew’s neck and sobbing. “Oh my god, Matthew, how are you here, are you okay? Matthew, Matthew, I can’t believe it -”

Matthew seized Simon’s waist and sank his teeth into his shoulder.

Simon gripped the back of Matthew’s shirt tightly, sucking in a little hiss of air. His eyes stared blankly, wide and tearful, as the vampire wrapped his arms around him and fed.

“Matthew?” he whispered. But he knew it wasn’t Matthew anymore. Simon twisted slightly, trying to pull away, to no avail.

“Matthew?” He didn’t know what else to say. He couldn’t think straight. His heart skipped a beat and he knew that much longer of this on top of what Ariella took would leave him unable to walk - or run.

“Okay, Matthew?” he tapped the vampire’s back rapidly, his voice shaking, “Mathew, it’s time to stop. You need to stop.”

To his surprise, Matthew - the vampire - Matthew - released Simon and stepped back, baring his new incisors as he ran his tongue over his bloody lips and teeth.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry in the least, “I haven’t fed from a human since I turned.”

Simon swayed on his feet, blood leaking from his shoulder. Old instincts kicked in: Keep him talking.

“Oh wow,” he said, his voice sounding like it belonged to someone else, “How long ago was that?”

“Three weeks. Listen,” the vampire clearly wasn't keen on conversation, “We have a long drive ahead of us. Pack for three nights.” He crossed his arms and looked at Simon expectantly.

Simon gulped.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home, to DC.”

“What about Mrs Peacock, and -”

“They’re all dead.”

“How -”

“Pack and put on your shoes or I’m taking you with nothing,” the vampire spat.

“I don’t…” Simon couldn’t process what was happening. There was no way Matthew could have killed nearly forty vampires all by himself. Many of them were grade As, too. And now he wanted to take Simon home? For what purpose?

“Am I… yours, now?” Simon asked.

The vampire laughed.

“I wish! No, human-me was smart. He put my smartphone, all of my IDs, bank cards, and stock information into a box and gave it to Gina for safekeeping until you were home safe. There’s no way I would have been able to torture the location out of her, you know how she is. Easier just to get you, and exchange you for my things.”

Simon’s eyes flitted over Matthew’s injuries, his bloody knuckles, and the metal bat.

“Easier?” he whispered.

“Pack,” the vampire ordered, suddenly stern again, “I'm going to shower. Clean yourself up too, I don’t want blood in my car.”

He brushed past Simon and went into the en-suite. He didn’t bother closing the door, but he was out of sight, leaving Simon alone in the bedroom.

Simon’s legs gave out, and he sat down hard on the braided wool rug beneath him.

Matthew. Matthew is a vampire. He… He set up a bribe, for himself, to rescue you.

Matthew turned himself into a vampire for you.

Simon began to sob uncontrollably. Matthew was gone. Matthew was dead. And it was Simon’s fault.

Matthew certainly had been smart about it - once the government confirms a person is a vampire, their accounts are frozen and Border Control is alerted to their identity. A top priority for a new vampire is draining their accounts, cashing in their assets, and - if they have no ‘family’ - possibly fleeing the country for somewhere with no organized agencies like the VIU. Whatever Gina has, Matthew - the vampire - must need it to start a new life.

Simon wasn’t thinking about any of that, though. The blinding grief had abated just enough to make him realize that he had to go with Matthew. There was no other option; if the vampire left without him, Simon would be stranded on the ranch in the middle of God-knows-where. Based on the mountains and forests he could see from the windows, Simon guessed somewhere in the northwest - he’d never been good at geography, and no one had ever informed him of their location. There were a few cars on the premises, but Simon didn’t know how to drive. And since he was never let outside, he didn’t even have shoes.

I don’t even have shoes.

“What the fuck are you sitting here crying for? Let’s go.”

Matthew stood over him, glowering down, his hair dripping. Simon hadn’t heard him get out of the shower over his own crying. He lifted his tear-streaked face. Now that Matthew was clean, it was revealed that most of the blood on him hadn’t been his. The various scrapes and bruises he did have, and the bullet wound, were already healing. Unusually fast, even for a vampire.

“I don’t have shoes,” Simon said, his voice high and strained.

“Ugh,” Matthew strode to the door - and left. Simon stared after him, his heart rate rising.

Did he just leave? Is he leaving me behind? What if I starve here? Me, and the horses, and -

The others in the basement.

He’d never seen them, but he knew from Ariella talking with her lackeys that all the other vampires on the ranch were sustained by blood drawn from a handful of humans kept in the basement. And… Simon didn’t like to think about it, but the few times Ariella had overfed from him, he’d been given real blood to recover. From somewhere.

He struggled to his feet, intent on chasing after Matthew as best he could, but there the vampire was, in the doorway. He held a pair of boots, and an empty backpack.

“Try these,” he ordered, tossing the boots at Simon’s feet.

Simon quickly pulled them on as he talked, doing his best to ignore that they were warm.

“There are other humans trapped here, in the basement, if we don’t let them out they’ll starve down there,” he babbled, “And the horses too, please, I don’t want the horses to die -”

“Stop,” Matthew interrupted, “Someone here’s gotta have a cell phone, right? We’ll call 911 on our way out.”

For a moment Simon was stunned that Matthew agreed to do something.

“Thank you Matthew, thank you so much -”

“Don’t tie yourself in knots, I just figure you’ll be easier to deal with if I’m nice to you. Now would you fucking pack already.” His voice grew harsh and he threw the backpack at Simon.

“Yes!” Simon yelped, “Yes sir, sorry sir!” His face immediately heated as he realized he’d fallen into old habits. He turned his back on Matthew’s delighted smirk and went to the wardrobe, but he had to grab the handle to steady himself. He cautiously turned back to the vampire.

“I need to take care of my shoulder first.”

Matthew huffed.

“Fine. Make it quick.”

Simon went to a bedside cabinet where all his medical supplies were stored. Matthew had left a clean pair of punctures; Simon pulled off his bloodied shirt and made quick work of cleaning and bandaging them, and the bite on his arm for good measure. He also stuffed handfuls of bandages and antiseptic wipes into the backpack, anticipating the worst. He felt Matthew’s eyes wandering over his body, and he went to the wardrobe and put on a new, identical top. Then he grabbed handfuls of clothes and stuffed them into the backpack.

“I like your new style,” Matthew commented.

“It’s not mine,” Simon replied. He didn’t want to sound argumentative, but he couldn’t let anyone think he was dressed like this by choice.

“It should be. I always hated how stuffy you dressed, all slacks and button-downs 24-7.”

Simon stilled. He knew how the psychological change into vampirism worked - contrary to popular belief, a vampire is not the same person as before but with no filter or moral compass. No, becoming a vampire changes you into an entirely different person.

But they keep all their human memories.

“You didn’t like it?” He couldn’t help his curiosity.

“No. Human me thought you were repressing yourself or something. I just think it’s lame. Let’s go.”

Simon pulled the backpack onto his good shoulder and jogged to keep up with Matthew. He’d have to be careful what he asked - he didn’t want to learn something that would ruin his memory of Matthew.

Having to hang out with what is essentially your boyfriend’s possessed corpse is pretty memory-ruining already.

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Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps, @sunshiline-writes, @seasaltandcopper

#whump #whump fic #whump writing #vampire whump #cw implied noncon #vampire feeding #carewhumper #caretaker turned whumper #sunless lives #sunless lives arc 2 #my writing

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 1 year ago

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~hobby headcanons for some of the states cuz I’m bored~ (I’m gonna tag my mutuals and/or other users that I’ve met when one of their fav characters show up lol)

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Texas: Horseback riding/trickriding, singing

-he enjoys horseback riding and has enjoyed it ever since he was owned by Mexico

-his mom was the person that taught him about trickriding, but he has no idea who the hell taught her

-something he enjoys about trickriding is the fact that whenever he does it, he gives Kentucky a mini-internal panic attack (Texas please stop trying to give your father a heart attack his frail old heart can’t take it-)

-Texas has one of the best singing voices in the statehouse (tying with NY, Gov, and Louisiana)

-there is not a genre that he cannot sing, he sings perfectly in each one. Though his favorite is Tejano and Country.

-one time he and York had a competition to see who could do a better cover of "Meant to Be Yours" from Heathers. Safe to say they both won, Texas’s ended up sound more like the original and York put a little siren-y twist to his.

( @yellowrosefromtexas <3)

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New York: Skateboarding, Parkour, and he’s a tattoo-artist (if running from the cops was a hobby then that’s definitely one of them—)

-he can skateboard really easily and he’s really f*ckin good at it. He does a sh*t ton of fancy tricks and flips and it scares the living hell out of his siblings

-his skateboard has a TON of stickers on it, some are band stickers, others are LGBTQ+ stickers, and the rest are a bunch of random stickers that he liked

-I feel like he definitely does a bunch of parkour-related stuff in the city, like jumping from building to building, climbing walls, jumping fences while the police are chasing him-

-his favorite places to jump around in are parking garages and abandoned buildings that are falling apart cuz he likes taking risks

-York is really really good at drawing, and has given himself and others a bunch of tattoos (only if they consent tho)

-his favorite tattoo he’s ever done was the AC/DC half-sleeve he gave himself back during his punk/goth phase (he’s still sorta going through that, just not as crazy as it used to be-)

( @literallyjustexistinghere since I tagged ya here I ain’t gonna bother tagging you in Masshole’s part lol <3)

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Louisiana: Jewelry making, playing with dangerous animals, and he’s also a bit of a tattoo artist like York cuz why tf not

-Loui has made several intricately designed necklaces, bracelets, ear rings, rings, ect… for his friends and himself

-the others don’t know how he does it so well, but they have decided to just not question it and just accept that he is amazing and precious in his own ways

-this man does not give a f*ck if an animal is fully capable of sending his a$$ to Jerusalem first-day-delivery with no refunds or return trip, he’s gonna pet it and cuddle it and play with it. And it ain’t gonna bite him either.

-he’s the type to have an alligator growl/hiss (whatever sound that is-) at him and he’ll be like-"B*tch watch yo language! Who do you think you are talkin’ too?!"

-he’s a tattoo artist like York and has given himself and others a bunch of tattoos (again, as long as they consent-)

-sometimes he and York will practice doing tattoos on each other (but they ain’t gonna tell anyone cuz NY has a reputation to uphold-) and its because of this that he’s one the only people besides York’s brothers to know that NY is ridiculously ticklish (again, they ain’t gonna tell anyone cuz York has a reputation-)

( @simpyfrog <3)

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Alaska: wood carving, hunting

-he just gives off the wood-carver vibe for some reason

-he probably does it during meetings that he’s forced to come to (and nobody knows or they just don’t care cuz they don’t wanna be there either)

-he also gives off hunter vibes. Like- I feel like he like he would rather enjoy hunting with Montana and Wyoming and possibly Texas

-he probably hunts instead of going to the store half the time tbh and I’m here for it

( @dailymothanon <3)

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Massachusetts: Reading, taking walks, and drawing

-I think at this point we’ve basically decided that Mass is a nerd? Ok then.

-if you ever see him without a book, that probably means that he’s on his way to a library or book store cuz he read all his books already

-he enjoys taking long walks as a calming method for when things get a lil’ too crazy at the statehouse for his liking

-his favorite places to walk are dark creepy forests that definitely have spirits, old shrines, and other freaky-deaky sh*t in them cuz he’s a bloody psychopath that seemingly fears nothing and/or has dealt with spirits for so long that he’ll just tell them to go f*ck themselves.

-York had to get his drawing skills from somebody. Cuz Mass is also REALLY good at drawing and has taught York a few things like the awesome older brother he is :)

-because he is a tech-nerd, I’ve decided that he prefers digital art instead of traditional

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New Jersey: Gardening, insects (he likes looking at them I guess-)

-its really no surprise that gardening is one of his hobbies, I mean- c’mon, he’s the Garden State, it just makes complete sense.

-his garden at home has 50 sections, and each section has a patch of each state’s national flower

-ask him any insect fact I dare you. He will give it to you and he will never run out of facts to give.

-his personal favorite insects are butterflies (cuz they’re so damn pretty 😭💜) and bees cuz they’re cute and they’re his state insect

( @sonofcoul27 cuz I think NJ is your favorite? <3)

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#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt texas #wttt massachusetts #wttt alaska #wttt new jersey

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cowboyhorsegirl · 2 years ago

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5 ways Steve has or wanted to bite Tony

thanks for the prompt anon! i hope you enjoy <3

(read on ao3)

on his lips

Because once the thought comes to him unbidden in the middle of yet another argument with Stark since their ill-fated first meeting on the Helicarrier, it haunts him with the want and the desire and the pure lust of it all.

It's not good and it's not right, fantasizing about shoving his most infuriating teammate against the nearest wall, silencing his contrarian logic with more than cutting words, reveling in victory as he commands his mouth with brutal, burning kisses that aren't as much passion as they are fury.

Another kind of fight, only on a different sort of battlefield.

It's not good and it's not right, but Steve is still aching with the emptiness left behind from all he's lost by being a good and righteous man. And Stark . . . for all that he is ostentatious and reckless and bullheaded and annoyingly antagonistic, at least makes Steve feel something, anything.

Everything.

Steve himself fails to notice as their disputes slowly become less spontaneous and more deliberate. Even so, the plausible deniability does nothing to hinder his compulsion to seek Stark out—during training, at the penthouse, in his workshop—only to rile them both up again.

There is, however, no possible way to ignore the fact that every one of their arguments now ends the exact same way: with Steve storming off his to quarters and slamming the door shut only to put one tense and trembling fist to his cock, bringing himself off with sharp, short thrusts of his hand, his lips caught between his teeth and thoughts of Tony's mouth bitten raw and red all-encompassing in his mind.

on his shoulder

Because Steve is pressed up against Tony's bare back in the Quinjet they landed not five minutes ago. The rest of the team is still making their way out of the hangar, most of them headed to medical after a battle barely won, still well within earshot if Steve were to let a desperate moan fall free from his lips.

The sight of Iron Man going heavy and dark as he plummeted in a dead suit towards the ground after MODOK's attack replays on a sickening loop in his head. Steve still has to shake himself of the last vestiges of fear while he latches onto the hot, heady feeling of Tony around him and the sound of Tony panting—harsh, but quiet as if his breath is being stifled somehow—and the taste of Tony’s sweaty skin under his tongue as he bites down hard to stop himself from crying out in pleasure or grief, he isn't quite sure which.

But there's nothing to grieve, he reminds himself. There's no reason to mourn because Tony is here, right here where Steve can hold him closest, safe and unharmed and alive and alive and alive and alive—

That's the thought that undoes him, has him gripping Tony's hips desperately and painfully screwing his eyes shut and sinking his teeth into Tony's shoulder even more forcefully as they shudder apart against each other until he hears a muffled, wounded whimper. Steve is suddenly, horribly reminded of the magnitude of his own strength.

He lets go, releases Tony from his grasp, but he can't, he just can't move to put any more distance between them yet. Close to each other like this, he can still feel Tony's heartbeat as strongly as if it was pounding through his own skin. And if all he will ever get are these few frenzied moments of rushed intimacy in the aftermath of that brutal battle, then he at least wants to savor it.

Finally, they pull away from each other. Steve winces when he sees the deep impression his teeth have left on Tony's skin as he pulls the undersuit back on, the angry marks he left biting down on Tony’s shoulder and biting back his feelings for him. Regret weighs heavy on his heart at the bitter realization that—after months of wanting Tony, months of wanting to share in dinner dates and lazy mornings and passion-filled nights—the only way Tony wants him back is for a quick fuck in the back of the Quinjet as they come down from the adrenaline high of combat.

Steve sighs as he turns away and bends down to pick up one of the larger pieces of the suit that Tony had haphazardly discarded from his body, determined not to let him carry the bulky armor down to his workshop by himself.

Just as he rises with the back plate cradled in his arms, Tony snatches it away from him, eyes averted and lips pressed together tightly.

Silly, really. He should know by now not to count on Tony to accept help only for the simple reason that Steve wants to give it.

It’s there that Steve sees it: bite marks, deeper even than the ones he left, printed into the knuckles of Tony's left hand. A small drop of blood wells up in one of the indents, bright red contrasted against bone white fingers where Tony grips tightly to the edges of his armor.

Regret weighs heavy from Steve’s heart.

on his thighs

Because finally, Tony is spread out glowing and golden and glorious against his stark white sheets and Steve thinks he has never seen anything more beautiful. He presses reverent kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, is handsomely rewarded by Tony's sweet sighs and hitching gasps, and Steve thinks he has never heard a lovelier melody than the sounds of Tony's pleasure.

He kisses his way down Tony's body, lips lingering on scars and faded burns, mouthing along the desensitized skin at the edge of the arc reactor, awed by the way Tony wears the evidence of his genius on his skin like a biography that Steve could reread over and over again without tiring, his favorite story.

When he reaches the jut of Tony's hips and his breath rustles over the dark hair leading to the base of his cock, he gently coaxes Tony's legs open, revealing the tender, pale skin of his inner thighs to Steve. It's exhilarating to have Tony like this, open and vulnerable, the thrill of being trusted with his desire.

Steve strokes the backs of his fingers over the unmarred skin, before lowering his head to nip lightly over the same path, warm and velvety smooth against his hands and his lips.

Above him, Tony moans his approval, a litany of oh god and fuck, Steve as Steve inches ever closer to getting his mouth on Tony’s cock.

Closer, but not quite there yet.

Steve has something else in mind first.

Because Steve is only human. He’s not a perfect man, has never claimed to be. So when he sees Tony’s thighs laid open before him, completely devoid of any other marks like the ones that distinguish the rest of his beautiful body, he can’t help but take full advantage of the opportunity to leave a few of his own.

As Steve presses his teeth into the soft, supple skin and immediately feels the resistance from Tony’s strong, lean muscles, he thinks that he's never tasted anything quite so brilliant as Tony's bruises blooming under his lips. The scent of him—all leather and vanilla from his cologne and here, so close to the core of him, Tony’s own sweet, musky smell underneath it all—is everywhere around Steve as he shuts his eyes and loses himself in the sensation.

It’s heaven, kissing bruises into the blank canvas of Tony's thighs. It is his most stunning act of creation, all the shades of red and purple he paints with his tongue into Tony’s skin. Steve can't help himself from smiling as he imagines how they might ache tomorrow, an echo from tonight that reverberates anew every time Tony moves.

Steve finishes his masterpiece with one last kiss right where Tony's thigh meets his hip, his cheek just brushing against the delicate skin of Tony’s balls. He shifts back and takes in the sight: hums his delight at the picture they’ve made together, spilled ink on the page that will darken over time before fading away.

A secret only they share; handwritten notes in the margins of their story.

on his jaw

Because Tony loves it, is all, and that’s reason enough for Steve.

He still remembers the way Tony had moaned when Steve grazed his teeth over the corner of his jaw, just under his ear. His hands had flown to Steve’s head, tangling in his hair as he pulled him impossibly closer for a split second before letting out a resigned sigh and tugging Steve just far enough away until they could look at each other, faces a mere hairsbreadth apart and panting breaths hitting the other’s lips in the heavy air between them.

“Was that okay?” Steve starts to ask at the same time that Tony says,“you can’t, can’t—” before breaking off to gasp a breath.

Steve shifts some of his weight off of Tony, giving him a bit of space to clear the lingering glaze of pleasure over his eyes and catch his breath so he can continue.

A few moments later, Tony swallows and drags Steve closer again. “I have a board meeting tomorrow morning, and I can’t show up with any bruises where my clothes won’t cover them. It’s a . . . professional liability,” he says while waving a hand around as he searches for the words to explain. Once he’s finished, he sighs, gaze rueful, and drops his hand to hold on to Steve’s arm, absently stroking scarred fingers over the smooth curves of his bicep before offering a remorseful, “I’m sorry.”

At that, Steve’s brow furrows. “You don’t have to apologize. I’ll be careful.”

Tony bites his lip, glances away and back again. “I know, I just . . . I wish you didn’t have to worry. I wish we could just enjoy each other.” He huffs out a laugh, shakes his head almost imperceptibly so as he slides his hand up Steve’s arm, over his shoulder to cup the curve of his jaw in his warm palm, guiding them together until their lips meet in a chaste kiss.

It’s sweet, the meditative rhythm of Tony’s thumb as it rubs gently back and forth across his cheek. Steve can feel himself melting further into the contact. He hums his happiness into the embrace, joy swelling within him when he feels Tony react to the vibration and smile against his lips.

They stay close after the kiss breaks to narrow the millimeters that feel as gaping and distant as miles between them. Steve relishes the feeling of himself sheathed inside Tony’s soft heat, the way they mold to fit each other perfectly so that they share every breath, every movement, every ripple of pleasure, two bodies moving together as one.

“I do appreciate it, though,” Tony says as his gaze alternates between tracking Steve’s lips and meeting his eyes. “Thank you for understanding,” he murmurs in the scant space separating them.

Steve brings a hand up to brush his fingertips over Tony’s temple, down his cheek, thrilling at how Tony presses ever-so-slightly into the touch in a subconscious effort to get closer. “Of course. Whatever you want, Tony,” he says, voice low as it skates over his skin, followed by a kiss to his forehead, another on his brow, light presses of his lips all across his lover’s face.

Steve feels Tony start talking before he hears it, the reverberation of his voice across his lips where he’s currently kissing feather-light down his throat. An exasperated groan escapes him before he can stop himself, but unsurprisingly it goes completely unnoticed by Tony as he prattles on.

“Well, it’s not so much that that’s not what I want, if we’re being particular about it—”

“Tony,” Steve interrupts, unwilling to risk letting him talk long enough to distract himself from the fact that Steve’s dick is currently inside him. Again. “Tell me what you want. I want to know.”

“I want—” he says, and stops, letting his mouth hang open for a second of hesitation before visibly acquiescing to an internal argument he’s fighting against himself. “Actually you know what? Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter. Just, um . . . just don’t leave any marks where I can’t hide them. Think you can handle that, big guy?” He winks at him, but his attempt at a smirk falls flat.

Steve frowns back. “Are you sure?”

Tony rolls his eyes in response. “Of course I’m sure. Don’t I sound sure? And if you don’t get a move on, I’ll be wearing you to the meeting tomorrow, which I’m pretty sure will go over even less favorably than the bruises.” He punctuates his speech by clenching down on Steve’s cock, promptly putting an end to any more coherent conversation for the rest of the night.

But Steve hadn’t forgotten the subtle, lingering regret in Tony’s eyes. It burns in his memory months later as he lays Tony on the plush, massive bed in the private villa on the secluded island they’d secreted away to to celebrate their first anniversary together. This time, he doesn’t pull back when the trail of kisses he’s leaving along the length of Tony’s neck reaches the hinge of his jaw. Steve presses a smile against Tony’s skin instead.

“You know,” Steve purrs, “no work for the next two weeks.”

“No meetings either,” Tony says brightly.

“No clothes to hide bruises under.”

At that, Tony quirks an eyebrow, but he’s smiling when he confirms, “for two whole weeks?”

Steve licks the sensitive spot under Tony’s ear, kisses just hard enough to make his intentions clear. Gets drunk on the sound of Tony’s moans as he gently bites at the edge of his jaw, tongue running over the not yet visible pinpricks of stubble.

“For as long as you want it, honey.”

on his nose

Because the morning is drizzling down drab and gray against their windows when Steve wakes up and immediately decides against his usual daily run.

Normally he wouldn’t, he’d just persevere through the rain, but Tony’s always telling him how he deserves to take it easy, how he should allow himself rest.

Every once in a while, Steve’s inclined to agree.

Like today, for instance. He rolls over to face Tony, still soft and peaceful with sleep, and raises one hand to brush away the hair that has fallen into his eyes. From his dreams, Tony has sensed the disturbance, and his nose wrinkles just as Steve finishes smoothing his hair back into place.

Adoration floods him, an emotion bright and overwhelming as the sun, and before he even knows what he’s doing, he’s tilted forward and to the side a bit, carefully covers his lips with his teeth, and oh-so-gently lays a little bite on the tip of Tony’s nose.

Immediately, Tony’s eyes fly open at the exact same time as he says, “What the fuck?” in a hoarse voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” but the apology is undercut by the way Steve chuckles through it.

“Oh, like hell you didn’t,” Tony grumbles back.

Steve hums his agreement as he gathers Tony into his arms.

“Maybe so.”

Tony puts up a little resistance, shoving back against Steve for just a second, but they both know it’s only for show. They melt into each other, intimacy like a hearth they gather around to stay warm from the burgeoning storm outside.

“Looks like kite-flying is out of the question today.”

Steve raises one eyebrow and leans back a bit to look at Tony head-on. “Have you ever even flown a kite?”

“Have you?” Tony deflects.

“‘Course I have,” Steve says as he rubs the heel of one hand against his eyes before replacing it on the slight divot between Tony’s shoulder blades. “Bucky and I used to fly ‘em from the roof of our building when we were kids.”

They share the silence for a few minutes, ruminating and reminiscing under cover of thunder. But Tony rarely finds calm in stillness, so after a few minutes he breaks the quiet with—

“So what was up with that wake-up call then?”

Steve laughs softly, shaking his head slightly, unable to stop from nudging the very end of his nose against Tony’s as he does, pressed chest to chest against each other like they are. “You just looked cute, that’s all. Sue me.”

“I could! Emotional damages and whatnot!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep talking. Besides, you can’t touch me, I have spousal privilege.”

“That is absolutely not how spousal privilege works.”

“Oh really?” Steve smirks as he exaggeratedly rolls his naked hips against Tony’s boxers before leaning in so his lips brush against the outer shell of Tony’s ear when he whispers, “Enlighten me.”

Tony throws his head back in laughter. The joke is quickly abandoned as Steve’s smile warms into something more genuine at the sound. “You’re insatiable! We’ve been awake for all of five minutes and you’re already ready to go?”

He knows it’s not a serious question, but it barely matters when the answer is all the same. He trails his fingertips over the corner of Tony’s lips, heart fluttering when Tony casually captures Steve’s hand in his own and lays a soft, sweet kiss to the simple gold band on his finger.

“With you in my bed? Always.”

“Oh please,” Tony mocks fondly, lips curved in a crooked smile as he gazes up at Steve, before breaking into a yawn. “In any case,” he says as his eyes slip shut, “I’m going back to sleep, gonna get all my 40 winks in, like someone here is usually so adamant that I do.”

“Mmmm,” Steve acknowledges noncommittally. “Nice to know you’ve finally started listening to me after all these years.”

Tony’s eyes briefly crack open, one eyebrow lifting up in objection, but he otherwise pointedly ignores the challenge. “Please don’t tell me you’re leaving for your run right now,” he says instead, driving his point home by slinging an arm over Steve’s waist to hold on tight as he starts trying to find a comfortable position to rest his head.

Steve shifts down the bed, settles Tony’s restlessness by sliding an arm underneath his pillow. Immediately, the crease between his brows smoothes out, body relaxing on a gentle sigh.

The gray morning light, darkened by the storm, sends shadows over Tony’s sleep-softening features. Steve leans forward, just enough to press a barely-there kiss on the end of Tony’s nose. Between one moment and the next, Tony’s nose wrinkles, his eyelashes flutter, and then his face smoothes out again. His breath stays even.

Steve smiles down at him, lays his own head down next to Tony’s, and whispers in the space between:

“Not today. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

#anon #signed sealed delivered #evwrites #scribbles #stevetony #mcu #fic!#apologies that this has been months in the making but also shout out to you for sending me a prompt that gave me chronic brain worms #the epic highs and lows of sending me an anon ask

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insideliascrazyhead · 1 year ago

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Accidently Invating Sannoh

Summary:After the fight against Housen,a situation in Oya High escaletes.Yasushi runs off,Kiyoshi after him.Drugged up on painkillers and a emotional mess Yasushi accidentaly lands in Sannoh.Leaving Fujio,Tsukasa and the others to search him before a fight happens with the wrong people or Yasushi running into Cobra and his gang.What they don´t know,he doesn´t just run into Cobra.No.he ruins date night with Murayama. Pairing:Yasushi/Kiyoshi,Cobra/Murayama,Fujio/Tsukasa Warning:none If there is one necessary feel free to tell me Authors Note:A longer one but kinda my favorite

Fujio enthusiastically announces that they´re gonna party.Yeah,they´re not celebrating a win in the fight against Housen but they all kinda need cheering up.So instead,they celebrate getting their ass kicked,on Oya High´s roof.Nearly all of them are gathered there by now.At least until Kiyoshi comes in to wreak havoc.

„Oi Fujio!Where´s Yasushi?!“He exclaims as he heads towards him and Tsukasa.“No idea.Isn´t Yasushi normally with you?!“Fujio replies confused.He could swear they left together.“No.I searched for that Shithead Yasushi was fighting earlier to kick his ass.“He frustratetly admits.„Yeah?!Why?Cause he kicked Yasushi´s ass enough to make his head hurt?“Nakaoka teases.„His head was bleeding,so he probably went to treat his injury.He could´ve headed home?“Tsukasa tries to solve the situation.

“Then he wouldn´t go home.“Kiyoshi barks out.„He rather eats razorblades then go home!That´s why he fucking stays the nights at mine.“He tries to contact Yasushi again but his phone´s off.Kiyoshi swears,kicking some furniture.

“Relax.He´s gonna be fine.“Todoroki says,putting down his book.„He did behave kinda weird.What if he hides at home because no one would search there?“Tsukasa thinks.„Excatly!He´s gotta be hiding.He loves parties!Why would he miss one?“Fujio then states.„Fuck!Now I gotta search for his ass.“Kiyoshi grumbles.„Sure!Let´s leave to see if your colleague ain´t dead!“Nakaoka exclaims enthusiastically jumping up from his seat.Todoroki sighs heavily,getting up too.“Great.We´re leaving then I´m taking?What?Someone´s gotta be the brain.“He explains rolling his eyes dramatically.“Doroki!You´re worried!That´s so sweet.“Fujio smiles.„That would be like worrying about a chihuahua with rabies that runs around biting people.“He groans,the others break out laughing as they leave.

They take the subway and a short time later they stand infront of Yasushi´s apartment. Sneaking a peek through the only nearly closed door,hearing screaming inside which is a normal occurance around here.They then see Yasushi roughly shoved against the wall,nearly collapsing as he coughs,arm wrapped around his ribs.He groans in pain before glaring foreward.„Kicking my ass ain´t gonna change that you´re a punk ass pussy bitch!“He screams,cockily going foreward,encouraging in a fight.“His mom´s lover.“Kiyoshi thinks bitterly as a liquor bottle misses Yasushi´s head by an inch making him stop dead in his tracks.Kiyoshi violently shoves the Oya High members out of his way.“He´s so dead!“He kicks the door open with enough force to break out of it´s hinges.

“Oi!“He screams as Yasushi´s head snaps at Kiyoshi´s great entrance.Tsukasa shakes his head.“Fuck it.“Now they all march in there,deathglaring at his mom who applies lipstick infront of a mirror,as if her lover didn´t just attack her son.Her lover - a guy who looks like a pimp on steroids,tries to take a step foreward only for Yasushi to throw a liquor bottle right back at him.“I will fucking strangle you with your own damn intestines<3!“Yasushi yells in exctacy,wild look in his eyes,eager to fight.The guy growls,as his eyes land on the others.He won´t be able to lay a finger on that brat with all those teenagers around.So instead he turns to Yasushi´s mother.

“What your brat needs is medication,another near death expirience or a lobotomy!He´s fucked up in the head!He´s a crazy sociopath!“He angrily yells at the woman, kicking the sofa table.Kiyoshi is eager to kick the shit out of him.His and Yasuhi´s eyes meet as they break out in a histerical,crazy laugh and Kiyoshi understands.They both head towards him,cockily strutting.Kiyoshi looks him dead in the eyes;“Leave now.“He growls.„Or leave in a damn body bag<3“ Yasushi adds as he feels his mothers eyes on him.“C´mon Baby let´s go.“She speaks up as she pulls on his arm towards the door.“Kick that bratty bastard out already!“He exclaims as they leave,Oya High members angrily stomping out of the way.Yasushi tries to throw another liquor bottle but Fujio deathgrips his wrist snatching the bottle.„Don´t encourage in a fight.“Tsukasa hisses.

„Where the fuck´s your mother gone too with that prick anyways?“Todoroki asks.

“Partying with lover boy.Gonna be back in like four to nine days usually.This shit is just a runaway home for damn relatives that are on the run,evicted or on parole anyways.She´s living with that douchebag nearly all the time now.“Yasushi explains and squirms feeling all eyes on him.He fucking hates it.He wants to vomit at the thought of them pitying him.“What the fuck,please if anyone here comes from a great parenting expirience raise your damn hand.Stop fucking judging me.I´m not a weak ass bitch.I don´t need a fucking pity party.“He exclaims angrily.Some take a step back,showing they´re not encouraging in fighting him.“No.You just don´t have the guts to tell us when you´re physically hurting.“Fujio states a sad look spread across his face.“Screw you!“

„Fuck yourself Shithead!“Kiyoshi screams,shoving him when he tries to fight him.

“Why woundn´t you come to me?!Instead you hide at THIS place?!Why didn´t you tell me that you feel like shit?!You shouldn´t leave the hospital on crazy revenge when you feel that shitty!I would´ve fucking got revenge for you instead!Or why wouldn´t you tell me your moms meathead lover kicks your ass either huh?!“He heard Kiyoshi scream in anger before.Nearly daily yeah,but rarely at him and it makes Yasushi crazily irritated.„I can fucking handle it!“He hisses through grittet theeth.Angrily wiping some tears away,dearly hoping no one saw the damn tears.“So the bruises aren´t always fights then?“Tsukasa asks and Yasushi bolts out of the door.„Shit.Are you crazy?Why would you ask him that?!“Kiyoshi yells before running after Yasushi.

„Fuck.“Fujio groans.“Yeah fuck.That ain´t the party we expected.“Shibaman states.

“What are we gonna do now?“Todoroki asks.“Leave the two of them to it?Fight it out?“Fujio shakes his head.“No.We gotta search for him!“

„Kiyoshi literally ran right after him.If he ain´t gonna find him that would be dumb as shit.“Nakagoshi states.„We´re gonna bring the party to Yasushi then!We celebrate here when Kiyoshi found him.I mean Yasushi said he´s literally on his own for at least four days.Easy.“Fujio exclaims happily.Enthusiasm creeping back into him.

„We take it as invitation!The door was open for each one to walk in and he didn´t kick us out jet.“Tsuji shruggs smirking.They´re gonna take that as a win.“There´s enough liquor to fill a fucking cocktailbar.That shit kinda screams party.“Shibaman says.“You wanna party in this mess?“Todoroki asks,raising his eyebrow.„What?You wanna clean up?“Tsuji asks skeptically.“No.At least hang the door back in it´s hinges.“Shibaman and Tsuji do as their leader told.

“Does he have at least something to treat his head injury?It was bleeding a little heavily.“Jamuo asks getting a look from Fujio and Tsukasa.“No idea.I don´t live here.“Tsukasa shruggs getting seated on the sofa.“The fridge´s empty too!“Fujio then yells from the kitchen.“The fuck are you doin in his fridge man?“Shibaman asks from the leather armchair going through the horror movies lying on the sofa table.“Worrying!“Fujio exclaims.„Mothering.“Tsukasa mumbles.“That shit´s disturbing.“Tsuji states eyeing the dvd´s in Shibaman´s hands.“That´s not horror movies,they´re bloody and brutal enough that they´re torture porn.“Todoroki states.„I don´t like horror movies man.“Nakagoshi states.“Yeah!I don´t even like speaking to living people why the hell do I wanna contact the dead?!They gotta stay six feet under and leave me alone.“Nakaoka exclaims and Tsukasa laughs.„Yasuhi uses them probably as lullabies.“

„Yo Fujio!“Shibaman yells and Fujio pops his head out of the doorframe.“Yeah?“ „Just head to the grocery store and get some stuff then!Fast food,candy whatever.“ „Painkiller,shit to cool his head and a first aid kit.“Tsuji adds.„Yeah?!“Nakaoka laughs.“That´s crazy!Who of the two of you shits money now?!“Shibaman and Tsuji look at each other laughing as Tsuji pulls out a fancy leather wallet.„The party´s on lover boy tonight!“Shibaman exclaims.The eyes of the others nearly jump out of their heads.„How the fuck did you get this?!Why?!“Jamuo yells.„He threw a liquor bottle at Yasushi after he nearly died from a head injury on a dirty ass pavement two days ago.Then the shit he said about him?!Nah fuck that shit.That´s the least he can do.Compensation.“Tsuji explains.„Just throw it in the bushes two blocks away.No one will know man.He will think he lost it partying.We also wanna know his name if Yasushi´s ass get´s killed.“Shibaman shruggs.„You can´t get less insane.Can you?“Todoroki asks trying to hide the smile on his lips.„Don´t encourage us.“Tsuji shakes his head.

„He´s not wrong though.Yasushi´s a menace but he´s our menace.Kinda.He´s one of us.We take care of each other.“Tsukasa admits.„I leave to the grocery store!“Jamuo volunteers.„Why?You scared you stumble into Yasuhis room and it´s a torture chamber?“Nakaoka laughs.„He would love that!You´re not wrong tho!“Jamuo says snatching the wallet.Nakaoka and Nakagoshi get up too.“Let´s leave then.You won´t be able to carry that shit on your own.“

Meanwhile Tsukasa looks at the pill bottle on the sofa table.Perscripted to Nishikawa Yasushi.Two days ago.“Oi Fujio!Yasushi´s probably high as fuck.“He says.“Their pretty heavy.Tons of them missing too.“Fujio get´s seated next to him.“He probably took a few more because of the fight with Housen.“Fujio thinks.“Dumbass.“Todoroki states from his seat when Fujio´s phone rings.„Oi Kiyoshi!Great to hear from you!Did you find Yasushi?“They have no idea what Kiyoshi says but it´s not great because all color leaves Fujio´s face and his smile drops.“Relax Kiyoshi!You´re panicking.Where did he run off to when you lost sight of him?“Oh shit,Fujio is gonna vomit.“Sannoh.“All heads snap towards him and Tsukasa snatches the phone.

“You´re gotta be kidding.I´m gonna kick his ass.He´s drugged up to the eyeballs,a emotional mess running wild in Sannoh?“Tsukasa groans.This gotta be a nightmare.„What do you mean he´s high?!He ain´t a fucking drugged up junkie Tsukasa!“They hear Kiyoshi scream.„The painkiller he takes for his head injury borderline on illigal.He probably took extra for the fight earlier.We gotta find him before he runs into trouble.Murayama will kill us if we create any damage in other S.W.O.R.D territories.“He explains.„Yasushi is gonna leave Sannoh in a body bag or a police car when he´s that angry.“Todoroki states.„Yeah,man got a crazy urge to fight.Prove he ain´t weak.“Shibaman says.“Great.Now we gotta go and search his ass before he does something dumb.“Todoroki rolls his eyes.„For example running into Cobra´s gang?Yeah!Let´s go.“Tsukasa urges.„I contact the others.“Fujio says taking out his phone as they all head out the door.

Cobra and Murayama lean against the wall outside of Itokan Diner after a makeout session while Cobra has a smoke.When they see a teenage boy with a head injury stumbling around“What kinda Idiot?“Murayama asks as his eyes widen in realization. “Oh yeah!Suprise!That´s one of my idiots!“Ignoring Cobra´s confusion he runs foreward.“Hey Yasu-kiyo!?Oi!Yasushi!“Cobra runs after him,then he punches him in the shoulder.„Behave.“He exclaims as he heads foreward.Murayama groans,Oya High kids are gonna make him insane.They could choose each night to harass him,but no they ruin date night with Cobra-chan„Yasushi!“Murayama yells again.“No,your worst fucking nightmare.“Yasushi growls out.Cobra just rolls his eyes.“Yeah,I´m terrified.“He says comepletely monotone.“You´re head´s hurt,you´re bleeding.“Cobra states as Murayama interrupts him.“Woah!You fought against Housen today too?!Are you insane?!Your brain is driving rollercoaster in you´re skull and you go fighting!Did you leave the hospital too early?!“Murayama could swear he hears distressed Cobra noises already.Yasushi looks at him puzzled.

„Gossip travels fast at Oya High and I´m Oya´s King after all.Leader of Yasu-kiyo faction attacked,got his brain mashed.Kiyoshi went crazy the next day,swearing revenge and all.“Cobra scoffs. Murayama can tell fariytales later.„Let´s go.We gotta at least take care of you´re injury.“Cobra says softly.„No!I´m not crazy enough to leave with you and the lunatic of Oya!Leave me alone or I´m kicking your ass Blondie!“Cobra sighs heavily.How he loves Oya High.“Instead of kicking my ass we´re gonna try to stop your´s from hitting the ground when you collapse in the nearest sketchy alley.We´re not gonna hurt you.Please just let me help you!“Yasushi rolls his eyes.He too exhausted to keep running.He has no idea where he is and his head hurts.The rain doesn´t make it easier so his suicidal decision of the day is made.He´s gonna leave with Blondie and Crazy.They take him towards Itokan Diner.

„Cobra-chan look at you being loving and caring.You have a heart,that´s great.Now you can stop being a grumpy meanie pants!“Murayama teases as they head towards the diner but Yasuhsi stops dead in his tracks,color leaving his face.“Cobra?!I´m in Sannoh,threatening Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad´s Cobra?!“His head is fucked but even he understands the severety of the situation.Don´t get Yasushi wrong.He could fight Murayama and yeah try to fight Cobra too.Easily on a normal day.He doesn´t fear Cobra or the Hoodlum Squad.He´s not gonna lie though;he´s to weak to fight after the disaster with Housen and the brain injury to fight them.Last but not least he´s out numbered and funny enough the last out numbered fight landed him in a hospital. Cobra stops his downwards spiral.„Oi!Realx.No heart feelings.Oya High strays seem to be normal by now.“Cobra smiles slightly as he leads Yasushi towards a seat asking Naomi for a first aid kit.In a heartbeat he´s handed a heavily stocked kit,Naomi knows her dumbasses by now.So she tries to at least keep each thing necessary in case of emergency stocked.“How are you feeling?“

„Pain and not the fun kinda pain.“Yasushi groans.„Cobra,dumb question.“Naomi glares at the man.“Anything out of the usual?“Cobra tries instead. “Nope.“ Great,Cobra thinks at least no brain bleed as he undoes Yasushi´s dirty and soaked bandage.He takes the tequila and pours a shot,shoving it towards Yasushi.„Don´t have painkillers.We´re gonna need to be creative.“Yasushi downs the shot with no hesitation.Yeah he´s getting better and making dumb,maybe life threatening decisions.Ha!That´s at least some kinda talent!He takes that thought as compliment.If this Cobra guy kills him at least he´s gonna die wasted.As Cobra cleanes the injury Yasush´s eyes land on Murayama.Damn.Murayama´s heart eyes are insane.

„Soo,I will take from this,that the leader of the kiyo faction part,the second of the great crazy duo,is running like a lunatic around Sannoh now.Searching for his friend that wandered off with a bleeding head?“Murayama asks.leaning against the counter. “He leaves me alone,if he knows what the fuck´s best for his ass.“Naomi chuckles, drying some glasses.„You my little crazy guy run around in the rain,head injury, drugged,in Sannoh trying to fight our dear Cobra-chan.What kinda suicidal maniac are you?!What´s wrong?“Murayama states straight to the point.“It´s my damn life and I take it if and how I wanna.“Cobra sighs heavily again,it´s gonna be a looong night.“You kinda sound like Cobra.“Naomi chuckles as Cobra death glares at her.“My mental heath issues are not necessarily for tonight.“She rolls her eyes.“Yeah they´re for a psychiatrist who enjoys a challenge.“He shakes his head.

“There are other solutions than running towards death kid.“He explains as he poors Yasushi another shot,taking one himself too.„Death is forever.No romanticized bullhshit.You´re dead,gone.Yeah no more issues you´re running away from but no great shit either.“When Cobra is about to put his empty shot glas on the counter he stops dead in his tracks,Murayama´s words repeat in his head and the fog of the earlier drinks dissapear. “Wait a damn minute.Drugged up?The fuck did you take?!

When it´s Redrum I swear I open the rest of the stiches on your head.“Yasushi laughs.How protective Cobra get´s is hella entertaining.“Yeah,no.Took some heavy painkillers for my head,borderline horse pill ones but anyways,just a great old head injury.Sorry to dissapoint Blondie.“Fuck.Why can´t Yasushi shut up.Cobra´s gonna kill him.What the fuck does that damn tequila do to his head?!His barely existend filter is gone now.He´s so gonna die.

„You have no idea what the pills where you shoved down your throat like candy?“Murayama asks.„I don´t even know the name of my damn dad.How am I supposed to know the name of some medications man?“He exclaims confused and Cobra chokes and Murayama breaks out laughing.Oh how he loves this chaos!„You have no idea who your dad is?“He then asks ignoring Cobra´s groan on how it´s not necessary for him to know that.“Noope.I mean he lives in White Rascals territory somewhere and works in a cocktailbar or nightclub and each month comes cash my mom blows out partying.“Yasuhi wants to kick his own ass hearing himself talk.„Great!He´s on like mega painkillers!Congratulations Cobra-chan! You gave a drugged a teenager tequila!Ha,he´s gonna have the night of his life!Now there´s a party in his head!“Now it´s Cobra who looses all color in his face.„How the fuck am I supposed to know the kid is high as a kite?“He growls as he finishes treating Yasuhsi´s injury.“He can´t leave like this Cobra or you´re fucked.“Naomi threatens taking the tequila away,god knows what´s gonna happen.

He´s drugged up enough to erase the mental filter in his head so Cobra might as well give it a try to find out what´s wrong.„You wanna explain what´s wrong?Why you´re running away from Kiyoshi?“He asks.„Damn bastards saw shit they shouldn´t,then dared to go all;´You gotta tell us when you´re hurting.Tell us when a pimp on steroids screws your mom and tries to kick your ass.Don´t leave the hospital when your brain´s broken and we fight for revenge instead.´“Yasushi complains.„They sound like damn great friends kid.You should be grateful,they seem to care about you.“Cobra states.„No,Blondie!Not when you´re all teary eyed and that weak shit!“He exclaims.

„So instead of acting all though,you cried when they found out you´re hurting.Nothing wrong with that.They didn´t leave you tho?“Otherwise Cobra might beat up some teenagers today.Crazy night huh?

„Nooo.They didn´t leave.I cried like a bitch and ran away...“Yasushi hesitantly admits

„In fear of your own emotions.“Murayama interrupts.„I don´t fear anything.“Yasushi snaps.„Yeah you do.You fear any emotional things that make you seem weak and vulnearble in a fight.“Cobra explains.„Don´t mean your friends think you´re weak.Or attack you on that.It´s like kicking someone who´s down.“Murayama then says.

„They think I can´t fight my own damn fights.That I leave when it´s get´s ugly and bloody.Leave them to fight for me instead.“

„Did they look you dead in the eyes and tell you that?!No.What you gotta learn is that you´re not weak when you cry or when you´re vulnearble.How did you´re head got injured?A lead pipe?“Cobra hints towards his injury.„Yeah I guess.“Yasushi grumbles cofused.Did Cobra drink to much tequila?!„In that moment when the lead pipe hit you´re head,you were vulnearble.It weakend you because you were injured.Then you we´re fighting right?“Yasushi nodds.The crazy drunk guy could be onto something.“You didn´t leave someone else to fight for you.You weren´t physically able to.But you then fought your own fight.Then you leave the hospital early to fight for your revenge.You needed a break where you could be physically weak in order to heal enough to fight again.It´s necessary to break down sometimes.In order to get the will to fight back.We all have shit going on we´re not explaining to anyone.You just didn´t learn yet why your friends could be breaking down when no one else is near.We´re all screwed up in one way or another.When you´re gonna give them a chance to see you at your lowest you´re gonna be shocked that they will let you do the same then.“

„What the fuck is it with you damn leaders that makes you so crazily wise?!“

Yasushi asks but Cobra knows he´s thinking heavily about what he just said.

“Yeah.We learn a lot.We gotta get through a lot of shit to learn that tho.“

„Cobra-chan cries a lot too when he goes through shit!Yeah,he and and the friend that could eat the whole diner once cried infront S.W.O.R.D!.He´s not weak either!We love him,he´s can still kick ass!“Great.Now Cobra tries to stop himself from blushuing as he throws a dish towel at Murayama and Naomi laughs.„Your Oya lunatics love you.They just don´t want you dead.They went crazy with worry because you could´ve easily died that night.When you learn that you can loose a person for good it will change something in you.You could easily loose them too.Each fight,a wrong hit to head or internal bleeding.A knife in a fist fight.Dying is easy.And with your behavior you shove them away.You gotta ask yourself if you´re gonna be okay with what hurt causes your behavior in them.When they end up dead in the next fight,will they fear that you shove them away because you don´t care about them or you don´t trust them enough to let your guard down wich puts them onto the same side as a rival that you´re fighting,would you want them to leave on those terms with you?Or would you want them to know you love them,that you trust them and they can come to you when they´re in need of emotional comfort?That you´re gonna go out and kick the ass of whoever hurt them?“Cobra explains and Yasushi is a emotional mess.“Fuck.“God why does his head have so much emotional shit in there now?!Damn Cobra!He would love to be with Kiyoshi right now smashing some shit or get into a fight. Anything that keeps the emotions out.Kiyoshi.Fuck now he misses that fucker Kiyoshi too.

„At least let me contact sleepy lion.Tell them you didn´t collapse dead in a ditch?“Murayama raises an eyebrow and smiles widely as Yasushi nodds.“I can´t reach him!“Murayama exclaims loudly looking at his phone as if it personally insulted him.„Yeah,´cause his phone´s exploding!“Yasushi snickers.Cobra huffs. “Why?What did you do to his sleepy lion?“Yasushi just smiles through the tears in his eyes.“Wrote;call me for a fun time with his number into bathrooms all across Oya.“Murayama breaks out laughing.“I love this craziness!It´s creative.But wait...How do we contact them then?“He wonders.„Contact your friend.The crazy one that´s running around Sannoh.Send him your location“Cobra says rolling his eyes looking at Murayama.“Easy.“Now Cobra takes out his own phone writing a group massage to the others.“Send all Oya high strays that gone crazy in Sannoh tonight,to the diner.“

Meanwhile the Oya High members are spread out near,towards and in Sannoh, searching like crazy.Fujio and Tsukasa are now infront of Asahina Garage.“We could search for Cobra-san and explain the situation!I heard he and Murayama-san are close.Maybe he knows where to find him.“Fujio says.„Dumb idea.But yeah I guess we´re running outta options.“Tsukasa states.He´s exhausted.„We´re all gonna end up dead anyways.So where do you wanna search for Cobra?“Fujios eyes light up like fireworks.“Motorcycles!Exactly.The garage.We´re just gonna ask here.“He explains enthusiastically as he heads in.They´re greeted by a middle aged woman and a group of girls in gang jackets.„Oh!Hey Sweethearts.Can I help you?“The woman asks with a smile.Fujio to distracted by the pretty girls get´s hit on the back of the head by Tsukasa.“Yeah.We´re sorry to intterupt.My friend Fujio and I are looking for Cobra.“The woman laughs.“Cobra.Mhm.My lazy son over there probably knows where his friend is around that time.“She says head tilting toward Yamato who is currently on break.“You´re lazy son can hear you grandma!“He exclaims.“Oi!Kid!Behave.Don´t talk to Hisako-senpai like that!“One of the girls yells at him and he mumbles a half hearted apology.

“Soo..You search Cobra to join Sannoh?“The woman asks.Fujio shakes his head eagerly.“No.We´re from Oya High,we search for Cobra-san and idially Murayama-san in extension,because kinda lost our little crazy friend!He doesn´t wanna cause any trouble...No I mean that´s kinda a lie.He loves chaos...“Tsukasa intterpts Fujio´s spiral.“Our friend ran out on us after a fight and we lost him near Sannoh.He has a head injury and took a shit ton of painkillers.He has no idea how to deal with emotions other then violence,so it wouln´t be unnormal for him to start a fight with the wrong people.We don´t wanna fight or disturb any peace in S.W.O.R.D,we just need out menace back.So we thought if he tries to fight the wrong people around Sannoh because he doesn´t understand that he could easily get his ass killed,Cobra would´ve heard.“Yamato shakes his head,chuckling.What is it for Oya High that lures them all to Sannoh over the years?

“Yeah Cobra´s an old friend of mine.“His head hints towards a photo of Cobra,Yamato and a guy Fujio and Tsukasa don´t know.A photograph where Cobra has Yamato in his infamous chokehold.Fujio laughs.“I love this photo!“He whispers towards Tsukasa who snickers.When Yamato takes out his phone to contact Cobra he breaks out in laughter.A SMS from Cobra.„Your search is over.Cobra found your friend a little earlier then you.“He explains with a smile.

„Yasushi is so dead.“Fujio shakes his head in dissapointment. „No he isn´t.“Tsukasa says easily.„Rest in peace our crazy little menace!“Fujio exclaims clutching his heart dramatically.„Fujio!He´s gonna be fine.Cobra won´t run around killing!“Tsukasa hisses debating to just chain Yasushi and Kiyoshi up at Oya High when they found him.„Naah,don´t worry Cobra´s pretty pacifistic.No violence other when he fights to protect someone.Pretty honorable.“Yamato explains as he locks the garage.“Yeah?!Tell that to chokehold Cobra on the photo.“Tsukasa mumbles.

Meanwhile the door to Itokan Diner get´s kicked open by a angry and screaming Kiyoshi.All heads snap towards him as Naomi snapps.“No fights in my fucking bar!“Cobra turns toward her.“I´m sorry.He´s just worried for his friend.We deal with him“He tries to reassure her.„Oi!Yeah I am!I thought Murayama´s boy toy beauty killed your ass!“He exclaims angrily storming towards Yasushi.Eyeing him,searching for other injuries.“Relaax.I´m peachy.You suicidal clown!Why kick the door in like that?!Wrong place to behave like that!In gang territory!Your brain works shittier then mine.“Yasushi complains.„You crazy bitch ran around gang territory first!What´s your excuse then?!“Yasushi smiles pointing at his head.“Kiyoshi.This beautiful little injury is my excuse.“He says sickly sweet.„Then why run out on us asshole!“He yells gripping Yasushi´s shirt but getting pushed off by him easily.„I don´t give a ever loving shit if you cry or have a mental breakdown.If you just wanna throw a few punches.I don´t care if you´re weak,bruised and bloody you look the most beautiful like that anyways.I don´t care if we can´t fight because you got hurt,or if you faint ten times in a fucking row vomiting everywhere.As long as your not dead.!The night I thought you´re dead.That I gotta live the rest of my miserable existence without the second of out crazy duo!I swore that night you ain´t gotta fight alone ever again.Not because you can´t kick ass but because others out there can be sneaky ass rats with lead pipes or knifes.Then at least someone got your back man!If someone kicks your ass,I get insanely crazy revenge for you because I would fucking die for you.When something´s wrong,you´re gonna come to me.Im literally right here and not leaving not even when it get´s ugly.“

„Sappy fucker.“Yasushi chokes out,wiping a tear away.How on earth did he deserve Kiyoshi.„Whatever.If I´m just a sappy fucker ten no more sex!“Kiyoshi teases,knowing emotional situations aren´t Yasushi´s strong suit.„Oh no!“He exclaims dramaticalls.“Huh.I don´t give a shit!I don´t need your disgusting ass dick Kiyoshi!What got a dick,ain´t loyal.“He barks out laughing,

„Yeah?!Then what about me?I´m all ride or die!“Kiyoshi yells.

„You´re a dick that I ride and then I hope you die<3“Yasushi screams into his face.„Oi!I hope there´s rat poison in your pain pills!“He yells back.

„I will chugg the damn rat poison,then lick the electric outlet to be sure!“He threatens.They break out laughing.“Don´t be mean to me or I swear I will fall in love with you!You look so hot bruised up and angry I nearly forgot what a dumb fucking meat head you are!I love you.“Kiyoshi sighs.

„I´m not your whore!“ „Even if you can´t love yourself!“He exclaims dramatically,laughing.

„Love you too.“Yasushi then mumbles barely audible.

Cobra gulps another tequila,while Muraya takes a shot too.“I swear I´m done adulting for the night.Imma get shitfaced.“Cobra grunts. „Don´t you have a nightshift at the gas station Cobra-chan?“Murayama wonders.

„Yeah but this tequila tastes like calling in sick.“He lights up a cigarette now. „You´re the literal owner!“Naomi states.

„Yeah,so I own the right to call in sick“

„You got a job yeah?!“Yasushi then wonders.

„Leading a gang ain´t gonna pay my rent kid!Where do I sleep?Under my motorcycle?“ „You´re not sick though....“Murayama teases.

„I´m sick of the conversations around here.If I hear one more conversation about their sex life I swear I´m never having sex again.“Murayama thinks and pales.

„Oi!Yasu-kiyo!You kinky fucks!No more sexy talk.Please!Sexy flirt threaten your boyfriend at home!“He yelps.

This is when the door to the diner opens and Yamato comes in with Fujio and Tsukasa.In a heart beat Fujio runs up and hugs Yasushi who is trying to squirm out of Fujio´s deathgrip.“Yasushi!Soo great to see you!“He exclaims happily.“Take him off me!What are you a squid?!“Yaushi can´t help but laugh.„Hey Guys!Cobra!“Yamato laughs.“I found two of your Oya strays in the garage.Great to see you too though!“Tetsu soon joins with Nakagoshi and Nakaoka.“Oi Fujio!“ Nakagoshi exclaims.“We made a friend and hey you guys found Yasushi!“ Nakaoka yells enthusiastically.The backdoor opens and Dan walks on stopping dead in his tracks when he sees all the teeanagers.„Oya high?“He exclaims when his eyes land on Todoroki,Shibaman and Tsuji.We know how that last fight escaleted.“He groans. „Oh yeah?“Naomi speaks up skeptically.“And who a war with the White Rascals becauae a pretty woman told him to,so they crashed my fucking diner.?“Dan physically squirms at that.“They paid for the damage.“ „Yeah but I cleaned it all up.So zip it.“Then the backdoor opens again and Chiharu comes in with with Todoroki, Shibaman and Tsuji.“Woow,crazy.That´s a lot of Oya.“Tsuji chuckles.“You´re not dead!Great!“Todoroki then turns to Shibaman and Tsuji.„See,I told ya they don´t have the guts to go all Yasu-kiyo on Cobra and the Hoodlum Squad.“

“Heyyy you beautiful misfits you came to fight?<3“Yasushi chuckles.Tsukasa leans in the get a closer look at Yasushi.“What on earth happened to him?!“He asks and Murayama holds up the liquor bottle.“The beauty of tequila sleepy lion.We needed a painkilling solution.Oi!You´re gonna go all judgy it was all Cobra-chan!“

“We thought Cobra killed you or something similar.“Shibaman states and Cobra scowls.“Why does everybody think I´m a violent lunatic?!“Cobra whines and the Hoodlum Squad breaks out laughing.Fujio loves it here.“That´s all so great.“He whisper yells towards Tsukasa,fireworks in his eyes as he looks around Itokan Diner.

“You´re named after the Cobra twist man,that´s a wrestling move.“Tetsu says getting seated.“You normally use wrestling moves when you´re fighting which seems a bit brutal,at least sometimes.No heart feelings man.“Yamato tells him.„Then the fight where those pricks attacked the car and while Dan was leaving the car to fight you just pulled that guy in there so he can´t escape you.“Chiharu chuckles.Murayama jumps up eagerly pointing at Cobra.“Yeah and you threw me when we we´re fighting for the first time at Oya where you rolled up to kick ass because of Chiharu? Yeah that time.Nothings speacial normally yeah but suprise you threw me with your legs which was phenominal!Not gonna lie also hot as fuck.“Cobra lowers his head onto his arms that are folded on the counter.He would love to dissapear when Fujio speaks up.“Not to insult you Cobra-san but every photo we saw of you in the garage,you had a guy in a chokehold.“Cobra looks up at Fujio in suprise but then breaks out in laughter.

“Also am I goin crazy or did Yasushi and Kiyoshi kiss when we came in?“Fujio wonders and gets hit in the shoulder by Tsukasa.Yasushi unsteadily get´s up trying to sneak away and make a run for it just to get grabbed with ease by Cobra who just shoves him back into his seat.“You sneak away from your friends again and I will dog chip you Yasushi!“Cobra threatens.“Soo...Are you dating?!“Fujio asks eagerly.

„No label.Just rolling with the punches quite literally.“Kiyoshi grumbles,eyeing Cobra and his gang.Yasushi hits him over the head.“Oi!They´re not homophobes Kiyoshi!They´re homosexuals.“For the second time that night Cobra chokes on his drink.„Oh yeah?!“Tetsu chuckles.Cobra and Murayama are no secret in the gang but they love to tease them anyways.“Cobra made out with Murayama.Tongue down Cobra´s throat and all that fun.“Yasushi says.„How do you know that huh?!“Murayama wonders,they saw Yasushi not that early. „Easy.You had him pinned against the nearest wall.I saw that shit with my own eyes now I want to bleach them.I thought they´re gonna eat each other.“

„I thought they´re sworn like arch-enemies.“Chiharu states sarcastically. „Arch-enemy hah?!What´s Cobra is arching,his his back?“Tetsu laughs.Cobra gives him a sour look.“No?Then where have you been earlier with Murayama?“Yamato asks leaning closer.„Nowhere,with no one,doin nothing with nobody.“Cobra states easily.„Did the bleach take over your brain Cobra-chan?“

„Jamuo will love that shit with you and Kiyoshi.“Tsukasa chuckles.“Wait a damn minute.Jamuo?!“Tsukasa yells,looking around wildly.“Where´s Jamuo?!“

„Easy.Hiding in a trash can!“Nakaoka laughs.„That´s mean.This was once.We gotta contact him.“Tsukasa turns on his phone and another unknown number calls.With a groan he turns it back off.“I gotta get a new phone number.Yasushi call him.“He deathglares at Yasushi who breaks out laughing taking out his phone calling Jamuo.

„Jamuo!Relax you drama queen,shit.Stop squeaking!Come to the Itokan Diner will you?“Yasushi exclaims,irritated by Jamuo´s behavior.„To your funeral?!Are you dead?!Oi!Am I talking to a dead person?!“He squeaks and Yasushi barks out a laugh.„Yeah,I´m dead,in hell and I gotta say it´s pretty hot down here.It´s also where the party´s at so come the fuck to the damn diner you dramatic prick.“He hangs up and Tsukasa hits him in the shoulder and as Yasushi hits back,Todoroki comes and hits both of them.As Todoroki turns his back they shove each other Tsukasa falling against a table before hitting the floor,a cup with beer pouring all over him.“Behave normal,for at least once,I swear I should be paid for babysitting you.“Todoroki hisses angrily as they all break out laughing and Fujio helps Tsukasa up.

„Oi!Your moral compass gotta be a roulette wheel for scaring him like that!Kids gonna have a heart attack!“Nakagoshi laughs.„I hate you.Dearly.With all my heart man.“Tsukasa says glaring at Yasushi.„Yeah that keeps me awake at night.Suck it up.Oh,wait,naaah it doesn´t.I sleep peacefully like a fucking drunk ass baby,getting all that beauty sleep,just off your hate<3.“He teases.„Then you gotta need more of you´re beauty sleep,you still ugly!“

„Ex-fucking-cuse me?!“Kiyoshi yelps.„Relax man,you gonna end up stabbed again!Then I´ll beat the shit out of your damn stab wound last time will be seen as love tap“Yasushi warns.Oya breaks out laughing.„That means woman don´t like you whatsoever do they?“Nakaoka asks.„Yeah that´s why I gotta date his ass as a last resort.“Yasushi exclaims.„You´re both not necessarily a win“Tsukasa says.“He got fucking stabbed?!That´s not funny!“Yamato exclaims shocked at their behavior.“Yeah.Not funny ha-ha.Funny he kinda deserved it.“Tsukasa mumbles.“Oi!That was my greatest week at Oya high!“Kiyoshi exclaims.“We gotta repeat that.“Yasushi nods.“No!You´re not gonna take over shit!I don´t need this exhausting lunacy again!I´m the king I make the damn rules.The games is over anyways now!“Murayama yells at the two leaders of the Yasu-Kiyo faction.All eyes snap towards Murayama“Game?“Todoroki asks distrustful.„No game.Whatsoever.“He quickly adds not revealing their favorit entertainment game each new semester.„Yeah?15,taking a shiv to school.Man I miss high school.“Cobra sighs.

Now the door get´s ripped open and Jamuo comes running towards them. „Where on earth have you´ve been?!“Tsukasa asks.

„I panicked!Okay?!Yasushi going crazily Yasu-kiyo in Sannoh,I thought he´s gonna run into Cobra´s gang!Which he literally did.I couldn´t´reach Tsukasa.You where all spread out searching.I had a idea and ran off and didn´t tell nobody.I thought I´m gonna end up dead too!Shitty I forgot the knife under my pillow!“Jamuo exclaims hands flying with theatric gestures.„You sleep with a knife under your pillow?!“Fujio wonders.„Uhm,yeah it´s the only home secruity system I can afford!“

„We could easily rob a bank!“Yasushi says eagerly.“What?!“Came multible voices,most from Cobra and his gang.“He means have a wank?!“Kiyoshi says with no hesitaion.Head snap towards him and Yaushi looks dissapointed.“I´m trying to save the situation!“He hisses.“Nothing is gonna save the situation.That shit is nasty.You gotta keep this a secret between you and your internet service provider.“ Todoroki shakes his head.No therapist is gonna belive him this shit.

„Oh yeah?!We literally all live in the same shitty area.I can´t fight for shit!I mean I dared to bitch slap Yaushi once,nearly shit myself.Then he nearly killed me.I dared once and never again.I have my pillow knife!What do you sleep with then?!“Jamuo tries to distract from the haunting words of Kiyoshi earlier.„Yasushi.“

„I fucking knew it!“Jamuo calls out in triumph.“I told you those are not bruises!“ He turns towards Tsukasa pointing a finger in his face.“Yeah,I thought nobody

would be dumb enough the sleep with Yasushi!“Tsukasa groans.“Fuck you Tsukasa!“

Yasushi yells.“Sooo....Nobody choked out Yasushi that´s great.“Fujio states.

Yasushi and Kiyoshi break out laughing.“Ain´t gonna lie he kinda did tho!Both in one night ain´t that beautiful?!“He teases in a sweet tone.“You kinky bitch.“ Nakaoka yelps..Tetsu breaks out laughing first.“Can we keep them Cobra?!“

Later that night they´re at Yasushi´s again all seated in the living room,musik blast out of the sppeakers,they´re all eating and having conversations.“You gotta wash that beer off man you reek!“Fujio laughs throwing a pillow at Tsukasa,who get´s hit in the head with it and pouts.„Yeah just go and take a damn shower?“Yasushi states from his seat,leaning against Kiyoshi eating candy.“Take some shit to wear,whatever you find,even my moms clothes if that rocks your boat,relax and take a shower.What´s the worst that is in there?“Yasushi laughs as Tsukasa tries to get beer out of his hair.

„That´s yasushis bathroom we´re talking about.“Shibaman states taking a sip of his beer.„Probably razorblades on the walls.“Tsuji laughs.„Blood flowing out of the sink.“Nakagoshi teases.„Yeah and the light is the head of his enemy!“Nakaoka adds.

„Oh yeah and he showers with motor oil.“Fujio speaks up.„Relax,drama queen.“Yasushi then says.„Sure.If I´m gonna die in there because Pennywise lives in the sink as Yasushi´s roomate then Jamuo will fight for my revenge.“He chuckles and leaves into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later Tsukasa showers peacefully as the shower curtain get´s ripped open he screams.“Hey Tsukasa!Stop screaming it´s just me.“Yasushi screams back which makes Tsukasa only scream worse.„Something´s fucking wrong with you Yasushi!“He yells as he throws the nearest object at Yasushi which turns out to be

showergel. „Yeah,searched you some clothes,gonna put them near the sink!“ „You should replace motor oil with fucked up in the head and shoulders or somehting.At least gimme that shampoo over there.“Tsukasa scoffs and Yasushi does as he´s been told.“Nice ass Tsukasa!“Yasushi calls out when he leaves.

„Not a drop of sense of shame in this guy whatsoever.“Tsukasa shakes his head

„Love you too dickhead.<3“Yasushi yells from outside of the door.

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miss-bluerose · 10 months ago

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TDI23 Season 2 ep 13 thoughts and my thoughts on a possible Season 3. Spoilers ahead.

Ep 13: All of the eliminated contestants come back and have chosen which finalists team they want to be on.

Team Caleb: Priya, Millie, Damien, Emma and Nichelle.

Team Wayne: Zee, Raj, Bowie, Axel, Ripper and Chase.

Team Julia: MK.

*Lauren/SG was not allowed to pick a team.*

First, they have use a wagon to pull their team up a mountain while they try to ignore some distractions along the way. Next, they have to cross a tightrope over a deep gorge with water and predators at the bottom while their team arms themselves with t-shirt cannons to attack the other finalists. Lastly, they must run further up the mountain and put on a flying squirrel suit and glide their way to the finish line at the docks to win the grand prize. I liked these challenges but was surprised that all three of them stayed in the fight the whole way through, that's a first for the franchise.

Chris:

Please stop abusing your interns. He says that Julia's new haircut has given her a power up and it feels like that's a reference to something but I have no idea what. Believes that Wayne is out of the challenge and doesn't approve of the hot air balloon that Chef got. Can't believe that Wayne won but seems happy for him I think.

Chef:

"Never skip leg day Caleb" and "Wayne is digging himself a grave" killed me omg. 😂 Got a hot air balloon for Chris and him that has hearts on it lol. Shoves a bag of marshmallows in Ripper's mouth when he complains about there not being any.

Elimination order:

3rd: Julia - Her podcast idea sounds dumb tbh. She only has one team member, LOL. Technically that did help her get to the gorge first but whatever. I laughed when she was knocked off the tightrope by Lauren. Gets knocked off again by Priya and then gets her hair BITTEN OFF by the raptor she insulted in season one. Ends up with a mullet even though the reactions from the others makes it sound like she had lost her whole scalp. Punches the raptor in the face in retaliation. Attacks Caleb while he's trying to cross the gorge and jumps to the other side to finish the tightrope first. Puts on a flying squirrel suit but is scared to jump off the mountain lol. Is physically incapable of playing fair and fights Caleb in the air. His weight and falling through the trees probably should have hurt her somehow but she's perfectly fine of course. 🙄 Continues to fight him while running to the finish line. Is salty about losing and wonders why she didn't win after how she played this time around. What can I say? Karma got you, bitch. 😉😁🖕

16th: Lauren/Scary Girl - Didn't get to choose a team but made up for it by being an absolute 👑Queen👑 by getting a hold of MK's t-shirt cannon and shooting Julia off the tightrope lmfao. 🤣 MK manages to take it back from her and she falls into the water. Lands between the predators and Caleb, then scares them away just by hissing at them, what a beast. 💪 Sings a little bit about Caleb and Julia crashing through the trees lol.

15th: Chase - Was water skiing behind the boat when it hit land causing him to smack into the back of it. 😂 Technically didn't have any of his own dialogue lol.

14th: Millie - Gets hit by a t-shirt she fired that ricocheted off the opposite gorge wall, which is so sad. 😔 She kinda makes up for it by telling MK to not even think about firing her cannon at Caleb when Damien is pointing his at her head.

13th: Emma - Has oneish lines of dialogue, rip. 💀 Still bites her finger nails.

12th: Nichelle - Wants Julia to lose and doesn't offer helpful advice about how to cross a tightrope when Caleb asks.

11th: Bowie - Managed to get Wayne and Raj to forget about the ice cream by shouting a bunch of sports/hockey cliches. It kinda sounds like he's getting a bit tired of Raj's lack of intelligence and honestly, I don't blame him. He did more to help Wayne than Raj did.

10th/9th: Axel/Ripper - They're still together and I laughed when he fell off the boat. She thinks that having friends is a disadvantage and loses faith in Wayne when he gets distracted. She has a pair of binoculars and updates the others on the air battle and when Wayne shows up. He is disappointed that there's no marshmallows this time despite just Priya getting one when she won previously.

8th: Zee - Gets distracted by the pizza which is a little unexpected tbh but still funny. 😆 Should have thrown MK into the water after she fired her cannon at him. Gives a sassy response to Bowie when he said that Wayne needs to spread out his arm flaps to avoid getting hurt. 😂

7th: MK - Is terrible at encouraging her teammate lol, I guess old habits die hard. Let Lauren hold her cannon and it immediately backfired lol. Actually managed to take it back from her later though. Fires at the other helpers and then gets pelted herself. 😂 Tries to comfort Julia about her ugly new haircut and isn't very good at it. Fired a t-shirt at Zee for no reason. Replies sarcastically when Julia is confused about why she didn't win.

6th: Damien - Still salty about his immunity idol being stolen which is great to see. Points his cannon at the back of MK's head with an angry look on his face. 😈

5th: Raj - Tried to get Wayne to forget about the ice cream but he falls victim to it too lol. Seems to have lost some more IQ points since his elimination. Isn't much help to Wayne throughout the finale.

4th: Priya - It bugs me how she's not supporting Caleb in the right way. She reminds me of a certain horrendous contestant from RR who constantly put down her partner when he wasn't doing well in a challenge, though not quite as bad as her. Stays with Caleb despite him not winning.

2nd: Caleb - $1 to 1,000,000 charities, bro wtf. 😆 It's sad how his team is just supporting him because they think he has the better chance of beating Julia and don't care if he actually wins. 😔 Is very top heavy and struggles with the tightrope, falling off on his own instead of being knocked off. Gets knocked off again by Wayne's helpers. Makes it across the tightrope and catches up to Julia who finally jumps after he arrives. Instead of letting her fall to her death, he gives her advice on how to glide properly and she repays him by attacking him. They continue to fight in the air until he tackles her and they fall through the trees. Falls for her fake pain routine once but is still able to keep up with her. Feels bad that he lost but recovers quickly after Priya kisses him.

Winner 🏆

1st: Wayne - Likes the canoe the money is in and forgot about the grand prize somehow lol. It's sweet how his team's support for him is genuine. 👍 Is struggling with pulling his team, then gets distracted by the pizza bar and then the ice cream bar. Finally makes it to the gorge but instead of being knocked off by Caleb's team, he's knocked off by Raj, who thought that he would want a free t-shirt. 🤦 On his seventh try he decides to pole vault across the gorge but falls short and lands crotch-first on the tightrope that launches him high into the air and out of sight. Somehow, he landed where the flying squirrel suits are and is back in the race. "Desperate times call for bad ideas", so he decides to put his arms at his sides and gain incredible speed at the risk of getting hurt. His dangerous plan paid off and he won the final challenge! 🥳🎉👏 "Can I keep the canoe?!" 😂 Apparently he's going to buy a new bus for the Snow Owls and put some money away for college or buy a second bus so the team can get to places twice as fast which is not how it works lol.

What a season! It's not perfect but it's not the worst one either in my opinion. I'm not sure if I like it more than the first reboot season or not. The challenges were mostly great and there were many funny moments. I'm happy about the winner and kinda glad that no one can be a finalist twice. Btw, I put Caleb 2nd and Julia 3rd because he looked closer to the target to me and he could have held his arm out to block her from getting to the finish line I think. If there is more Total Drama down the line, I won't use this format to talk about the episodes anymore, it's way too much work. Anyways, on with my thoughts about a possible season three of the reboot!

Reboot Season 3 Thoughts/Hopes

- JULIA HAS TO BE THE FIRST BOOT! After everything she's done there's no way anyone other than MK would trust her and I think her reaction would be priceless.

- Nichelle and Lauren are the only ones from this gen to never make the merge so they could go far and Lauren should be the main villain for sure.

- I'd love to see Zee and Damien go far and for Zee to not get a BS elimination for once.

- Priya, Caleb and Wayne should probably go early.

- It's not something I want to see but in the finale, it kinda looked like there's some angst brewing between Raj and Bowie, so that could be a plot point in the next season.

- Emma and Bowie should rekindle their friendship, it was weird that they never interacted in season 2.

- Axel and Ripper should be on separate teams, I liked that she was a bit nicer at the start of the season but it seemed like she went back to being harsh after she got together with Ripper. Some space apart should allow her to keep improving, I'm not sure about him though.

- Millie needs to train between seasons if she wants to stay in the game longer without Priya guiding her.

- I have no idea what MK could do in another season, she's not well liked by the others and seems too lazy to train tbh.

- Chase has nothing else to offer except a short-lived villain arc I think.

- Chris still being the family friendly version of Jigsaw and Chef still caring about the contestants wellbeing while they both keep dropping some truly hilarious and savage burns.

- I like the island and genuinely believe that there could be more of it to discover that we haven't seen yet. Possible examples include: a field of flowers, a pond that no dangerous animals live in, a portion of forest where the treetops are so thick that it's mostly dark even in the daytime with only a little bit of sunlight shining through, etc.

- The cookie challenge from Squid Game would be great to see and a corn maze.

That's all for now! If I think of more ideas then I might edit this post. Thanks for reading and don't forget to watch season 2 when it comes to your country. Viewership might decide if more Total Drama gets made or not. Until next time! 😄

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