#a group of distraught alphas

[niqhtlord01]

Interviews with the Mythical

Human Reporter: What do you mean you invented Christmas?

Vampire: I mean just that, we invented the entire thing up.

Human Reporter: But we have documents, records of-

Vampire: All fabricated during the 3rd century as you call it.

Human Reporter: But why would you do that?

Vampire: Long term plan to subvert the day Christ was born.

Vampire: We gathered and felt that if we could slowly subvert the holiday with something less Christian we could dilute the faithful.

Vampire: Eventually we took a step back and you humans corporatized the holiday all by yourself to the point many associate it with our “Saint Nic” over that zombie boy Jesus.

Human Reporter: How would you say that has played out?

Vampire: I watched a woman throw a child like a football all to get the last Christmas day sale Toaster.

Vampire: It’s going swimmingly. ------------------------

Shape shifter: Oh yes I knew him.

Human Reporter: You knew Vincent Van Gogh?

Shape Shifter: This will be a short interview if you continue to question everything I say.

Human Reporter: I was just surprised since you look so young.

Shape Shifter: Such things as aging function differently for us.

Shape Shifter:  We appear old because we wish to feel the ravages of time.

Shaper Shifter: We appear young because we wish to bask in the depravities of youth.

Human Reporter: So are you immortal like vampires?

Shaper Shifter: *scoffs

Shape Shifter: I wish they would stop referring to themselves like that; the arrogant bastards.

Shaper Shifter: Vampires age slowly, but they age all the same; and I’ve yet to meet one that didn’t find a stake through the heart a grievous inconvenience.

Human Reporter: You are dodging the question.

Shape Shifter: Because I don’t have an answer.

Shape Shifter: The only way I imagine I can die is if I change into something dead, but I have no idea what that feels like so in the back of my mind there will always be a part of me alive meaning I am never really dead.

Human Reporter: Sounds like a maddening state.

Shape Shifter: Gogh said the same thing before he asked to paint me in my natural state.

Human Reporter: Really? What was it like being in one of his paintings?

Shape Shifter: Let’s just say he wasn’t always paranoid. ---------------------------

Human Reporter: So you take being a wolf seriously.

Werewolf: So?

Human Reporter: I mean, really seriously.

Werewolf: What kind of stupid question is that?

Werewolf: You take being human pretty seriously for being a human.

Human Reporter: But that’s just it, you are half wolf and half human; but your more animalistic side seems to take more precedent.

Werewolf: *Snarls

Human Reporter: I mean from what we do know you still form packs and groups with other werewolves even when in human form, you organize yourself like a pack being led by an alpha, etc.

Werewolf: I see what you’re getting at.

Werewolf: The animal tendencies are more…overpowering than human ones.

Human Reporter: Aren’t they the same?

Werewolf: No, they’re not.

Human Reporter: Could you elaborate?

Werewolf: Do you want to leave with your head?

Human Reporter: Yes.

Werewolf: Than this interview is over. ----------------

 Human Reporter: Do you have a moment for an interview?

Sphinx: Only if you answer my riddle.

Sphinx: What walks on-

Human Reporter: The answer is man.

Sphinx: ……

Sphinx: I haven’t even finished.

Human Reporter: I mean…..it’s not exactly a secret riddle.

Sphinx: But how can you possibly know it?

Human Reporter: Oedipus recorded the answer after he solved it.

Sphinx: *Defeated sigh

Sphinx: I knew I should have just killed that little man.

Sphinx: What else did he write?

Human Reporter: That after he solved the riddle you were so distraught you flung yourself into the sea to commit suicide.

Sphinx: That lying sack of shit! --------------------

Human Reporter: So does your pumpkin rot and you need to collect new ones or is it just eternally ripe?

Headless Horseman: Through the pumpkin That is what you are opening with?

Human Reporter: Well I just wonder how that thing could be still fresh after almost 300 years.

Headless Horseman: *Tilts neck down to show severed neck muscles and spine

Headless Horseman: None of this is freaking you out?

Human Reporter: If I’m being truthful I did interview a zombie before meeting you and they also were missing a substantial amount of flesh.

Headless Horseman: Did you just fucking compare me to a zombie!?!

Human Report: You technically are undead in a sense.

Headless Horseman: They made a bloody movie about me! It had Johnny Depp and I was played by Christopher Walken!

Headless Horseman: They made a tv show about me!

Human Reporter: With respect they’ve made more shows about zombies.

Headless Horseman: *Storms off and kicks over a stack of boxes while swearing in german ----------------

Human Reporter: Thank you for your time.

Leprechaun:  Pay my fee, lest I shall flee.

Human Reporter: *Reaches into pocket and tosses three gold coins.

Leprechaun: *Catches coins, takes a bite on each, then pockets them.

Human Reporter: You’re the only creature I’ve met that’s actually charged for an interview.

Leprechaun: Fools and half-wits waste fortunes with words said free, but I’m neither lest I’m paid handsomely.

Human Reporter:  Bit of a rhyming theme going on I see; very poetic.

Leprechaun: Words and songs are my crafts by trade, but none still finer than my cobbler days.

Human Reporter: What makes Leprechaun gold more special than normal gold?

Leprechaun: A simple question gets a simple answer.

Leprechaun: No gold is finer than the ones I gather.

Leprechaun: Through trade and trick I make my wealth, and by deceit and death I keep it still.

Human Reporter: You’re saying you’ve had to kill to protect your gold?

Leprechaun: The penance is clear, there’s no debate.

Leprechaun: You take my gold, I take your life. ------------

Human Reporter: What is it like to be the neck tie for a god?

Nag Vasuki: You would mock an immortal being?

Human Reporter: Do you not coil yourself around the neck of the literal god of destruction?

Nag Vasuki: I do.

Human Report: Then that makes you a neck tie.

Nag Vasuki: *Lunges across table and bites reporter in the neck, delivering a lethal amount of poison before storming off to get a bagel. ---------------

Human Reporter: Why do you eat children?

Baba Yaga: Why does a raging river drown those lost within its grasp?

Human Reporter: Because a river is part of nature.

Baba Yaga: As am I.

Baba Yaga: There is nothing more unforgiving and unrelenting than that of nature, and in their youthful bliss many young find themselves lost within its tangled woods of thorn and wood.

Baba Yaga: I, like nature, stand at the gates of great change that children must face; be it for great joy or misery.

Human Reporter: Are you saying you eat children because they refused to adapt?

Baba Yaga: *chuckles

Baba Yaga: Only the unlucky ones. -------------------

Human Reporter: in hazmat suit Thank you for the interview.

Nuckelavee: Through the hanging mouth of a horse and its rider man Save your false gratitude.

Nuckelavee: I seek neither your accolades nor your ponderous questioning.

Human Reporter: Then why did you come at all?

Nuckelavee: For all of humanity to know that their end will soon be at hand, and it will be by my machinations shall you fall.

Human Reporter: Forgive me but you remind me of the four horseman.

Nuckelavee:  *laughs

Nuckelavee:  Ah yes, the fear of the southerners was so rich when they first laid eyes on me.

Nuckelavee: They had come to preach the word of their god, so it was only fitting I made them scream out to their savior as I peeled the flesh from their bones. The look of abandonment they gave was so amusing I allowed the last of them passage back to their stone temples.

Nuckelavee: So wrought with horror they were that when they scampered back their minds could not conceive such malevolence as a singular being.

Human Reporter: So you are claiming to be the inspiration for the four horsemen?

Nuckelavee: There can be no other.

Human Reporter: If that was the case are you not upset you were depicted as such?

Nuckelavee: In the end I shall feast on you all; what mind have I to care for such trivialities?

[seeingivy]

death by a thousand cuts

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: a wild taylor as gojo has appeared. enjoy. satoru as taylor swift anon who is always in the asks, this is for you. i see you and i hear you.

--

“holy shit. there’s no way you’re on his fucking linked in during class?” megumi whispers. 

you feel your eyes widen as you look to your left to find a very, deeply distraught megumi staring at you. and it’s almost like clockwork, the way he abandons his accounting spreadsheet – and quickly slides into the messages app on his laptop. 

the three consecutive buzzes of your phone thrum under your thigh come before you see nobara and yuuji turn their heads back, two rows ahead of you in the lecture hall, and looking awfully more distraught than megumi. 

“you’re kidding.” nobara mouths. 

“freak!” yuuji whispers, earning you a set of weird glances from the group at your right. 

you glare at the two of them, before turning to megumi and bringing your foot down on top of his. megumi winces, giving you a very characteristic and unbothered eye roll, before he returns to finishing up his spreadsheet. 

you pull your hood up over your ears, cheeks warm and pink from embarrassment, before you focus back on the screen. 

you know that he’s right. that there is really no point at looking at his account – not when you have all of the details memorized. 

Satoru Gojo  Senior Data Science Student @ Tokyo Technical Institute 

three work experiences. data analytics intern for the justice project. hackathon project lead. meadow investments development engineer. 

two degrees under his education. because he’s dual enrolled and set to get a bachelor’s in computer science and a masters in engineering by the end of his term next year. 

and one organization. alpha kappa psi, the business fraternity. 

the only reason you were at the scene of the crime.  

it was all miwa’s fault. and partially yours, for being so willing to come to her aid – at all times. when she asked you to accompany her to the bid party – just because she wanted to support mechamaru fresh in their new relationship and didn’t do too well in social situations – you had all but obliged. at the most, you would get a cheap shot and brownie points to get miwa to run the errands for the entire month. 

except when it came to it, miwa wasn’t nervous at all, only because mechamaru had spent the past few weeks hyping her up to his pledge class. which left you alone, stuck to roam around until she was ready to leave at the end of the night. 

the floor was sticky with beer, there was an almost rancid, putrid smell lingering in the air that you couldn’t pinpoint, and you were stuck with sixty of your peers – shitfaced to a point you didn’t even know was humanly possible. 

and with miwa long gone, doing god knows what with mechamaru and you were stuck leaning against the fridge, bored out of your mind. that’s when he found you – pawing your way through the food. 

his smell was the first thing that caught your attention, second to the fact that he was hovering over your shoulder, cheeks brushing against each other. it was almost minty and stark – almost eradicating the lingering smell of weed that was burning your nose. 

the skin on his cheek was soft, featherlike when it brushed against yours. 

“whatcha doing, dollface?” 

you immediately curl your nose, turned off by the unnecessary sweetness. you had your fill of dirty frat boys during orientation week, three years ago, and knew damn well that you had to steer clear of whatever was happening here. 

“playing where’s waldo, genius. i’m obviously looking for food.” you state. 

you reach for the closest box, a perfectly cut slice of cake, encased in a wrap. the plastic is covered in messy scribbles on the top – spelling out satoru in loopy letters. 

“you’re just going to eat someone else’s cake?” he asks. 

“how do you know it’s not mine?” 

“intuition.” 

it’s only then that you stop yourself to look up at this stranger whispering in your ear, only to find glimmering blue eyes, peering over the top of a set of sunglasses. the sunglasses are god awful – even worse with the combination of the tanktop and the snapback he’s wearing backwards.  

you swear there’s a faded, glittery pink lipstick mark indented at the top of his cheek. 

“you-you’d be shocked.” you stutter, as you pull the box out of the fridge and place it on the counter. 

he momentarily walks away – which is when you take the second to ogle him in full. a toned back, a tattoo on the top of his shoulder that you can’t entirely make out. white hair, veiny arms, and a silver necklace hanging against his collarbone. 

he returns back, two forks in hand, before making a dramatic display of handing you one. 

“for you, my sweet lady.” 

“i’m not sure why you brought two forks. who said i was going to share with you?” 

he grins, leaning his head back to laugh like a little kid, before he scoots closer to you – the sweet scent coming back. 

“c’mon.” 

he reaches for your hand, before lifting it to place it against his chest. you can feel his heart beating under the feeling of your fingertips, his eyes wide and expectant as he waits for and answer. 

“do me a favor, yeah? let me share my cake with a pretty girl at a party. there’s only a limited amount of joys in this life.” 

you scoff, before pulling your hand back. 

“you’re corny.” 

he shrugs. 

“you’ll get used to it.” 

you groan, as you slam your computer shut – the image of his shiny headshot staring back at you getting burned into your eyes. 

stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid. 

one stupid joke, a slice of cake, and somehow you woke up in his bed the next day being spooned by him. and one thing led to the next because he was somehow taking you to brunch, then settling his head in between your legs before dinner, and then back at your house the next day. 

it was an arrangement at that point. the dinners, what happened in between, and the morning after. 

you’re not sure what the terms and conditions are in a predicament like yours – with a guy like satoru. you know for a fact that he still flirts with other girls, because you’d see him walking with a different one every time you stopped at the coffee shop. but then he’d invite you to dinner, honey sweet words falling from his lips before he tucked you in for bed each night. 

friends with benefits. but he buys you gifts and takes you to dinner. and calls you beautiful. comes to your house after frat parties, with the faintest scent of a flowery perfume on his neck that you swear you’re imagining. 

letting him walk out of your apartment was your own personal tourture, of death by a thousand cuts, because every step farther away from you was closer to someone else. 

and that sinking, deep rooted dread, only got worse as time went on. 

you feel a hard smack against your head. 

“do your fucking homework.” 

--

satoru gojo has distinct features that you always find yourself staring at. a mole on his shoulder, a scar on his pointer finger, and the rings he wore. sometimes, you find yourself asking them about him. 

you reach forward, locking your fingers in on the chain around his neck, and using it to pull him closer. it's of a little postage stamp, though the silver looks rusted – like he’s worn it to death. he’s quick to oblige, a warm kiss on your cheek, before you yank again. 

“what, baby?” he whines. 

“where’d you get your necklace?” 

he leans back, looking down at the chain, before his eyes meet yours again. there’s a dim fluorescent glow coming in from the blinds of the window, sun far gone in the horizon, and it’s the only thing that makes this bearable. 

that his piercing blue eyes somewhat subdued from the lack of light. 

“you want it, princess?” 

“what? no. i just like it. i wasn’t –” 

it’s a boyish giggle that comes out of satoru’s mouth as he quickly unfastens the clasp from his neck before tangling it in his fist. 

you’re not an idiot – because it’s his freezing cold fingers pulling your shirt over your head – before he pulls you into his lap. 

this was one of satoru’s favorite things to do. pull you close, till you’re straddling him in his lap, and you can feel his breath tickling against his collarbone as he whispers sweet nothings to you. 

you wonder if he can see your blush in the dim light. if that’s part of why he likes it – seeing the effect he has on you. 

he reaches forward, pulling your hair to the side and pressing a kiss to your collarbone, before he fastens his silver necklace around your neck. 

“you know. when i said i liked your necklace, i said i liked it on you. i wasn’t asking for it.” 

“but i like seeing you wear it more.”

satoru’s eyes are focused as he fixes the tangles in the chain, letting the little charm hang right in the little divot where your collarbone ends. and then he brings his hands in around your face, nearly squishing the softness of your cheeks together, before he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“will you wear my hoodie?” he jokes. 

you scoff. 

“are we in sixth grade? also, it quite literally says ‘yuuta’s big’ on the sleeve. that’s not obvious at all.”  

satoru rolls his eyes. 

“you would love yuuta, though. he’s your pseudo little brother, because you’re with me, you know?” 

you shake your head, as you crawl out of his lap, and reach for the water bottle on the side table. you try to ground yourself, head spinning as you try to decipher what that means – and tap your feet on the floor. 

you can feel him at your side, his observant blue eyes burning holes into your skin, as you note the steady, almost cautious tone in his voice. 

“you okay? something i said?” 

you shake him off. 

“yeah, yeah. sorry. got out of the mood there for a second, just have a lot to do this week.” 

satoru hums, before bringing his hands around your torso, leaning his entire weight against you as he settles his chin into the crook of your neck. 

“you ever think you work too hard, pretty girl?” 

“working hard or hardly working?” you joke. even his corny jokes were rubbing off on you. 

you hear satoru scoff, before he starts rubbing circles into the bare skin of your stomach, as the goosebumps start to trickle over your skin. 

“oh, don’t be like that. you’re the smartest person i know.” 

“is this a clever way to get into my pants?” 

“no. it’s me telling you that i think you’re very intelligent, you’re very driven, and you don’t have to worry about if you’re working hard enough. i know the only breaks you take are to go to that dumb movie theater downtown with your grumpy friend or when you scream my name every –” 

“satoru.” you whine. 

“don’t say my name like that. it turns me on.” 

you grin. 

“satoru.” you hum, teasing him. 

“fuck off.” 

he pauses, before pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. 

“but really. you’re a clever, you’re pretty, and irritatingly very accomplished. slow down so i can catch up, okay?” 

“that’s rich coming from you. mister three internships, two degrees in four years.” 

it’s quiet. 

“how’d you know that?” satoru asks. 

you can hear the smile in his voice. and the dread pooling in your stomach. 

“what?” 

“how’d you know it was two degrees?” 

“you-you told me.” 

“no, i didn’t. i just got accepted a few weeks ago, i haven’t even told some of my friends yet.” 

you groan, before bringing your hands up to your face. you bury your eyes into the sockets of your eyes, getting caught embarrassedly red handed. 

“where?” 

you sigh. 

“i stalked you on linked in.” 

satoru grins wide, before pulling you back onto the bed and into his embrace. you can hear his giggling in your ear as you try to pull away. 

“oh, baby you didn’t.” 

“i had to make sure i didn’t apply where you worked!” 

“no, you didn’t. we don’t even work in the same field.” 

“you don’t know! i could change my mind!” 

satoru laughs, before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. 

“you have a crush on me! angel, you should have just said so!” 

you give him a hard push, before crossing your arms over your chest. 

“quit teasing. so i’m a stalker! so what? i just want to make sure i’m not putting out for a loser. you could be coding some AI for the government for all i know and i don’t want to be –” 

“okay, okay. relax. i’m just teasing, i just think it’s cute you keep tabs on me.” 

you glare. 

“i don’t like you.” you state. 

he rolls his eyes, before flopping his head down on your pillow and tapping the space next to him. you crawl into the space, before nestling yourself into his arms. you can feel your brain spiraling – instant regret for saying too much, being too weird, too harsh, and not saying what you felt – as you focus on the feeling of his hands running through your hair. 

“i can tell that the hamster in your brain is working overtime. just go to bed, okay?” 

“okay, lock the door when you leave?” 

“i don’t have plans tomorrow morning. if you could humble yourself to eat breakfast with me, i’d actually like that.” 

you frown, stomach jolting in your guts. 

he had never stayed for an arbitrary reason – like spending the night just to sleep next to you. you shut your eyes, burying your face deeper into the sweet smell of his skin, and throw the thought away. 

“mimosas?” 

“you want to drink that early in the morning?” 

“it’s saturday. gives me a good kick to start my day.” 

“aren’t mimosas made with champagne? i hate champagne. and it makes you really handsy.” 

you smile. 

“you like when i’m handsy.” 

“i mean, yes. but we can just do pancakes and go to the library together so we can do work. i’ll keep you accountable and find you snacks when you get inevitably cranky. then when you come home all tired, we can be as handsy as we want. it’s more satisfying when you have to work for it.” 

you groan, burying the complications of spending yet another day with him in the back of your head as you try to flutter your eyes shut – in futile attempts to quiet the thoughts racketing around in your mind. 

“okay, okay whatever. we’ll see tomorrow, i just – i’m really tired right now and –” 

“shut up, dollface. just sleep.” 

--

you get invited to the alpha kappa psi formal. miwa – who found out from mechamaru, whose pledge class brother is very close with satoru’s little yuuta – said that satoru wanted you there. 

then why didn’t he ask you? 

you bite the bullet anyways, borrowing one of kugisaki’s pale blue slip dresses – and attend as mechamaru’s pledge brother – todo’s date – to get in. 

he’s a strange guy, who doesn’t pay you too much attention. it’s one polite wave and a cardstock ticket he hands you before you don’t see him again for the rest of the night. and you’re stuck with miwa and mechamaru, who are bigger fans of pda than you are. 

“how’s satoru, y/n?” mechamaru asks. 

“ah. he’s good. you know as much as i do, right?” 

you can feel yourself sweating. 

would satoru leave if you said too much? if you embarrassed him in front of one of his brothers? did they know you guys had an…arrangement? was it an arrangement? were you seeing each other? why did they think he invited you? 

“dunno. aren’t you guys really good friends?” mechamaru asks. 

“um, yeah.” 

“yeah, he was telling us you studied together at the library the other day. figured he’d want you to meet suguru and ieiri.” 

suguru and ieiri. 

“yeah. i’m gonna go get a drink. do you guys want anything?” 

“i’m good, love. we’ll be here.” miwa states, giving a reassuring squeeze to your bicep before you drag your heels to the makeshift bar. 

you walk over to the bar, straight to the open bottle of rosé that has your name on it, as you lean against the wall. you pour way too much into your flute, nearly spilling it over the back of your hand, as you curse. 

“do you want help?” 

you look up to find a boy looking at you, wide eyes, with his bangs sweeping down the side of his face. he has tired eyes, but it’s a seemingly bright smile he offers you. 

“sorry, yeah. i’ll clean it up, i swear.” 

“no, no. no problem.” 

he hands you a handkerchief from his pocket, before he pulls your hand in his and wipes the excess pink stain on it. you cringe at the stain on the cloth before he tucks it back into his pocket. 

“i’m sorry about that. that’s really kind of you, i just –” 

“no problem! you seemed…kind of frustrated there. happy to help.” 

you shoot him a polite smile, before nervously sipping – maybe a little too fast for comfort. but the warm feeling is enough to temporarily curb the nerves, which is perfect for your sake. 

“are you a brother?” you ask. 

“yeah! is this your first formal?” 

“yeah. i’m seeing someone in your frat and he asked me to come. well, he didn’t ask me to come, he told someone else he wanted me to come so i came as one of the other brother’s date. but not really his date, because i haven't seen him since then. or the guy i’m talking to.” 

he leans back, eyes wide. 

“right. do you like him? if…if you mind me asking.”  

“my date? i can’t even remember his name. he’s like a tall, muscular guy. man bun?” 

“no, yeah. his name is todo, i figured that’s who you were talking about. i mean the other guy.” 

“oh. well, yeah. but he’s so…i don’t know. he’s a frat guy. and a chronic flirt. the first time i met him he had a lipstick stain on his cheek. and he smells like girly perfume every time he comes to see me, so –” 

he sucks his teeth in. 

“idiot.” he murmurs. 

“what?” 

“no! oh my god, not you! i meant…me! just thought of something. gotta run for a second, i’ll be back.” 

“wait, you didn’t even tell me your –” 

you watch as he rushes off, in a speed walking fervor, as mechamaru and miwa join you at your side. they give you a polite smile, which you return, as you swirl the glass in your hand. 

“mechamaru. do you know that guy who just walked away? tired looking, the long hair?” 

“oh, yuuta. yeah, what about him?” 

“yuuta?” 

“yeah, you’ve never met him? he’s like gojo’s pride and joy.” 

you sink against the wall, embarrassment coursing through you, as you down the rest of your glass. and then three more, which is accompanied by weary looks from miwa. and after finishing off the entire bottle – an hour and a half into the party without seeing satoru – you’re set on leaving. 

and it’s only on your rageful stomp out the door, well past tipsy, that you find the godawful man of the hour, leaning against the wall. 

it’s enough to fill you with a rage. because he’s leaning against the wall, shirt slightly unbuttoned, and smiling brightly at whichever girl he’s talking to. you’re almost positive that it’s probably her flowery perfume that you’re smelling on his neck at the time, that she’s who he sees when he’s not with you, and it’s like pins and needles in your stomach. 

and you almost make your escape, before he catches you on your way out. 

“y/n? wait, y/n!” 

you’re one step out the door, before he grabs your bicep, and pulls back, giving you a bright grin. 

“i didn’t know you were here yet. i’ve been waiting, come here, c’mhere.” satoru mumbles, quickly rushing you over to the group of three people standing by the door, who all turn their heads for you. 

you groan as you turn to the group of them. it’s the same tired eyes as before – that you now know belong to yuuta – and two strangers you’ve never seen before. a guy almost as tall as satoru, with swooping bangs and a manbun, and the girl – who you can’t stand to look at, with perfect beach waves swooping past her shoulders. 

and what you can’t help but notice is a sparkling, silver postage stamp necklace around her neck. the same one around yours, that you had been fidgeting with since satoru gave it to you weeks ago. 

“here’s your drink, satoru.” the girl states, handing him a glass of white wine that he takes. 

it’s enough to make your rage bubble to the surface. 

“the lady of the hour, guys! this is y/n, she’s my –” 

you scoff. 

“are you kidding?” 

“hm?” 

“lady of the hour? for what, your jokes?” 

you watch as satoru’s face drops, before he sets the glass of wine down on the closest table. 

“huh? what do you mean? i wanted to introduce you to ieiri, i know you’re going to love her.” 

 you can feel the tears accumulating in your eyes, that you’re almost positive that satoru notices, because his face visibly droops even more, this time replaced with genuine concern that sends a pang in your chest that has you wrestling your wrist out of his hold. 

“you…you’re so mean, satoru.” 

“baby, what?” 

“don’t…why are you calling me that? every morning you wake up next to me and you’re still not my baby. that’s not exactly fair. you smell like a different girl and you still…you still flirt with other people.” you whisper. 

his eyes go wide. 

“no, i –” 

“every time you walk away i’m half convinced you’re just going to someone else you’re stringing along like me. i’m sitting there thinking about how you’ve walked hundreds of steps away from me hundreds of times and it feels like a thousand little cuts every time you do and it kills me that you don’t even care.” 

you can feel that whatever is coming out is word vomit, like it’s started and now it won’t ever stop. 

“i see you everywhere, because you literally come everywhere with me just to leave. any song you’ve sang is now our song, any movie, literally anything you’ve even touched. i can’t even wear certain clothes without thinking about how you complimented me in them and i’m stuck thinking about how you probably say that to everyone. you don’t even drink wine and you’re over here drinking some with this random girl at this party, when that’s my thing that we drink wine together. you gave her the same necklace as me, and you apparently asked me to come to but didn’t even tell me about to my face? then you sick your little frat brother to ask me if i like you just so you can….i don’t know, i don’t know what you’d do with that information!” 

you watch as satoru pinches the bridge of his nose, only to turn to the three of them at his side, who are all shaking their heads dismissively. 

“suguru. i fucking told you he had to be leaving something out.” 

“well, i didn’t realize it was going to be like this, shoko. no wonder she won’t date him.” 

you swallow hard, as you seem to sink deeper in the pits of your own embarrassment, which seems to be a record low. 

“fuck. you…you said her name is shoko?” 

geto offers you a smile. 

“that’s right.” 

“like satoru’s hometown friend? the…the lesbian?” 

“that would be me.” she confirms. 

you cringe. 

“oh my god. i’m really sorry, i’m really drunk. i drank an entire bottle of wine after i accidentally talked to yuuta and i just –” 

“well, i’d get drunk if i were you too. he smells like other girls? and flirts with them?” shoko asks. 

“i do not! i don’t even know what you’re talking about. i didn’t even know she even liked me back till twenty minutes ago.” 

“the necklace is a nice gesture. satoru, geto, and i all have these matching postage stamp necklaces from this shitty place in our hometown. we got them together when we graduated so we wouldn’t forget about what was important when we all go to college.” 

you turn to satoru. 

“and you just gave that to me?” 

“well, i knew you’d take care of it.” 

“that’s like…that’s like sentimental, satoru. you literally gave me your childhood best friends memento and that’s so-” 

“well, obviously that seems like a little much if you think we’re just friends with benefits!” 

you scoff. 

“you’re the one who wanted to be friends with benefits.” you clarify.

“what are you talking about? you literally cringe away from any affection i give you!” satoru retorts. 

“because you flirt with other girls!” 

“not since you! why would i flirt with other people?” 

“you tell me. i smell the perfume.” 

satoru groans. 

“that’s your perfume, dipshit. you left your hoodie at my house and it smells like you so sometimes i sleep next to it and then i smell like it. how do you not recognize your own smell?” 

you pause. 

“you do what?” 

“not in a fucking weird way. i just miss you when you’re busy. you smell nice, it’s –” 

“hopeless.” yuuta states, earning him a nod from suguru. 

“you didn’t even ask me to come here with you.” you state. 

“shoko had to be my date so she could come. i had to make yuuta drag maki in through a window because geto was his plus one. i just wanted you here so you could meet my childhood friends, who i care about. they’ve heard about you for so long that i just thought –” 

“you talk to your friends about me?” 

“an insufferable amount. though most of his agony seems self inflicted now, because he’s a fucking idiot.” shoko confirms. 

“okay, let’s get y/n some water, yeah?” yuuta suggests, before shuffling the two of them off, to which satoru sends a grateful smile before turning back to you. 

he crouches down a little, just so your eyes are level, as you frown at him. 

“is this what that hamster in your brain is doing up there? overthinking literally everything?” 

“you –”

“if you asked, i would have clarified for you. we’ve always been exclusive and if you talked to someone else while we were talking, i’m going to have to kill him.” 

“don’t be stupid.” 

“i’ll just send a threat! sign his emails up for scientology. he was talking to my girl!” 

you glare at him. 

“you…you’re so stupid, satoru. you confuse me so much and i just…you take up too much space. you’re everywhere – literally no part of me that you haven’t taken up and i just…” 

satoru frowns, before pulling his hands around your face, and angling up by your chin to look at him. 

“don’t give up now. it just got good.” he whispers. 

“satoru.” 

“cmon. let me lick all thousand of your cuts clean.” 

“ew. you’re…you’re so gross, satoru.” 

“okay, that was just a dirty joke. but let me make it up to you, really. i didn’t realize you…you were thinking all that. i thought you just liked me because i was sexy and because i eat your –” 

“satoru!” 

“please. let me into that hamster ball in your brain. i deserve some space.” 

“it’s all boarded up. the hamster ball house burned down.” you groan. 

he leans back, like he’s inspecting your face, before he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“dunno. i’m seeing some flickering lights in there. i can tell your hamster in there really wants me.” 

“quit….quit calling me a hamster! you’re so…ugh. i have a headache and i’m drunk and i’m really confused and i just –” 

satoru mimics a little salute, before he loops his hand around your waist and walks you towards the little bar. 

“okay, test run. i’m on boyfriend duty. if this goes well enough, you give me a chance tomorrow.” 

you squint your eyes at him. 

“okay, water first. then i have two baby aspirin for you in my pocket. three kisses on the cheek if you won’t insult me after and a compliment if you won’t kill me.” 

“really?” 

“yuuta told me you downed a whole bottle. since you’re too mad to be handsy, you have a headache. but don’t worry, i came prepared. meaning i forced yuuta to find some baby aspirin or else. and also, kisses because you smell good and you’re wearing this pretty blue dress that’s the same color as my eyes and you’re about to meet my favorite people ever and you’re my favorite person ever, so this is a big deal.” satoru responds.

he’s rambling so hard that you feel like you can see the hamster in his mind working overtime. 

--

“what’s the verdict?” 

satoru’s voice is like a thousand bullets in your head as you smack him in the face, trying to silence the chattering coming out of his mouth. 

“satoru. what…what time is it?” 

“six in the morning. but it’s the next day and i need to know how my test run went.” 

“your….what?” 

satoru whines. 

“no, no don’t tell me you’re too drunk to remember? my test run! to be your boyfriend?” 

you groan, flickering your eyes open to the alarm clock on your bed, spelling out the time. 6:07 am. 

“no, i remember. you need the answer at six in the morning when i’m hungover?” 

“this is agony! i really get this whole thousand cuts thing now, this hurts. tell me.” 

you push his face into the pillow, before mumbling it as quietly as you can. 

“you pass.” 

“huh?” 

“you heard me. you passed. just…shut up, please.” 

it’s his giggles you hear before sleeping and a warm kiss on your forehead, before you pass out again. 

--

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Failed to protect you

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warning: death! angst, the pike scene (S9E15)

Readers pronuns: She/Her

Description: instead of Henry Alpha took the reader and Daryls worst nightmare becomes reality.

Italics is for the flashback. It may not be the correct order of the heads.

Failed to protect you

The wind was strong and cold.

Siddiq words still echoed in Daryl's head, Alphas words as well, and he had a strange feeling in his gut. Something was wrong – something was terribly wrong—and for the first time in years, he felt something like fear. Terrible fear. He couldn’t really grasp it, and Daryl hated it. Not knowing what was going to happen.

The calm before the storm.

Soon the top of the hill came into view, and the further the small group walked, the clearer the picture got. Trees? Stones? No, it was something else – sticks with something secured on top of them. Still, he couldn’t make out what it was exactly.

This place was scary… uncertain… unholy…rotten…

Finally, the picture and the horror got clearer. Especially the horror in front of them. There was no other word to describe the scenario. A line of sticks with heads on top, one after another – ten in total. Daryl could hear Yumiko's cries; he could hear the distraught sounds of Michonne and Siddiq arching in pain. Carol, who was next to him, gasping for air.

Daryl's eyes went along the different heads… Tammy Rose… Rodney, he took a deep breath…

Tara.

Strong Tara, witty Tara – the one who understood him. They had some similarities and a strange understanding of each other. He had liked her; she had been powerful and determined and didn’t take the shit from others. She has endured so much.

As yet she always has followed her heart. "No…" came it from Carol next to him, as she laid eyes their dear, dead friend. The pain in Daryls chest grew with every person he recognized. Every life that has been taken. Erased as if it were nothing. And as if this wasn’t enough, they had secured the head on the sticks to mark the line of territory. A cruel act of violence and power. The archer recognized the young Addy and Enid, who had their lives in front of them. Who still had so many things to experience. They never hurt anyone; they were good people. They were all good people.

And… "No, Daryl, stop!" And now he knew why he had this odd feeling in his gut the whole time. Yet Carol's words didn’t stop him from letting his eyes wander further the line of piked heads. It was too late any way. Next to Enid's cut-off head was another stick. The hair was softly blowing in the cold wind. It was you.

No doubt.

He remembered how he had hugged you before leaving the kingdom earlier that day. He had buried his nose in your hair, which was now softer than while they were on the road. He recalled your words. "Are you sure I shouldn’t come with you?"

You had smiled at him, caressing his cheek. Moments like this were rare, you two weren’t much into PDA, but the situation was different. It felt bizarre to be here, but it felt safe. You were happy and wanted to believe in a good future for the two of you. Despite the horror that was awaiting outside. "Yeah,..ya should enjoy this…little thing here." He was waving his hand around, looking over your shoulder. It felt surreal to have something like a fair after everything that was happening. He didn’t even go to one when he was a child. Merle had called them bullshit, and his parents had other things to do than take care of their children. "This little thing here has been hard work." He chuckled and pressed a kiss on your forehead for a few seconds. His fingers were gently combing your hair, and he could feel the softness at his fingertips.

If he knew he could have saved you by taking you with him… Carol was trying her best to pull Daryl away, who was still staring at your head. Your mouth was slowly opening and closing. There was blood on your face, your eyes pale and stared into nothing. Your head… your head was all that he got… "Let me know when you’re back." He nodded while you smiled. Your lovely smile, the way your eyes would light up when you looked at him. No one ever did this, people used to look at him with disgust, anger, or fear. Gradually, this has changed to friendliness and hope, but you? You always looked at him with bright eyes, like he was someone who was worth something. And now he hasn’t been able to protect you at all. The woman who meant the world for him – who didn’t just mean something to him but everything. He stared at your head, unable to move at all. Suddenly, the world around him went numb. He couldn’t even feel pain anymore, there was…nothing. Nothing at all. You were dead, and he hasn’t been able to protect you like he had promised you a thousand times. He wasn’t with you when you died. He couldn’t be there for you. In his mind the wildest and cruelest scenarios started – how did you die? Did they make you suffer? Has it been fast? Did you scream for him for help, but he never came? Were you alone? Scared?

"She…Y/N…" "It’s …Daryl, don’t…"

Yumiko also appeared in his gaze, and that was when his legs slowly gave in. He sank on the cold floor, and his view got blurry. He didn’t notice the tears in his eyes. He didn’t feel anything at all.

Not a word left his lips—not a single one.

You strolled next to him, closer to the gate. Daryl pushed the bike along beside him. "I miss riding the bike with you." He huffed. "Gonna take ya on a ride soon." You stopped at the gate. "I won’t forget that, Daryl." "It’s a promise, Y/N." He leaned toward you and kissed you again. You couldn't help but grin against his lips, feeling the stubbles of his beard against your skin. It was a lovely kiss. And for this brief moment only the two of you existed.

You took a step back, letting him sit on his bike. You enjoyed the view, and Daryl seemed much more confident on his bike. You remember the countless rides between the different communities. Through the woods. His hair, which was grazing your face now and then… being close to him. You knew you didn’t have to hold on to him that close while riding the bike but you wanted to enjoy those moments. And the archer never complained.

You remember the stops by the lake during the summer. Taking off the boots, walking through the water, splashing each other with water. Like the two of you were getting back the missed time.

The time you have spent in prison. At the sanctuary. The fight against Negan. Losing too many people - Carl, Rick, Sasha, Glenn, Abraham...

Daryl and you missed so much of these blissful moments, together you fought so much and endured so much pain. Maybe this was a happy ending the two of you truly deserved. You've got everything back for this brief moment. You weren't killers. You weren’t the person the world have made you. You were just Daryl Dixon and Y/N Y/L/N and it was alright. Even Daryl allowed himself a moment of freedom. And the freedom was taken. By the whisperer. By your death. He felt trapped in this moment. Now and then Carol's or Yumiko's face would show up in his vision talking to him, yet his eyes were focused on your chopped off head. He died with you in this moment.

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[neongreenllama]

Prompt: Alpha

@wolfstarmicrofic - 645 words

“He’s just so hot. I mean have you seen him? Of course you’ve seen him, what am I asking. His bouncy curls and his pretty eyes, and, oh, his nose is so cute, and his hands. I mean come on, no one should be allowed to have hands like that that’s just unfair …”

Sirius babbled distractedly while James tried hard to look halfway interested and not make fun of his mate for being whipped. He’d listened many a times to James’ own poetics about a certain redhead, and now it was time to return the favor.

“… how is anyone supposed to concentrate when he looks like that? And it’s not just his looks, I mean it’s Moony, you know what I mean. He’s lovely and kind but he’s also so strong and mysterious and …”

James’ eyes drifted over his best mate’s shoulder as a scrawny guy crossed the corner to their hallway, carrying a bunch of books as he weaved through the other students. To James he just looked a bit tired as usual, maybe a bit sickly. But then again, that was also as usual.

“… Merlin, I bet he’s a real animal in bed. He has to be what with the wolf in him. I bet he’s dominating. D’you think he bites? I bet he bites. Ugh, I want him to bite me,” Sirius continued needily as Remus tripped over his own shoelaces, stumbled into a group of girls, and scattered his books everywhere. He immediately started apologizing profusely.

Sirius, who was still unaware of the presence of the object of his desires, sighed dreamily. “He’s such an alpha.”

James watched as a Slytherin kicked one of the books the dangerous alpha werewolf was trying to collect from the floor out of his reach. “Watch where you’re going, Loopy Lupin,” James heard him call. If it wasn’t for the pitiful sight he probably would have laughed at the complete lovesickness of his friend.

“I just –“ Sirius sounded dejected now. “Why doesn’t he want me? What am I doing wrong? D’you think he already has someone? Oh no, he probably shags the whole school except for me,” he groaned. “They’re probably all lining up. Who doesn’t want a piece of Remus Lupin?”

A few other students had now started up the familiar chorus of “Loony Loopy Lupin.” More joined in, and not just Slytherins to James’ absolute chagrin. They’d have to do something about that. He’ll have to talk to Lily.

James tore his attention away from the scene and patted his best friend’s shoulder who had buried his face in his hands, looking very distraught.

“You’re alright mate, I don’t think he has anyone else.”

Sirius’ head at once shot up with big, hopeful eyes. “Really? How do you know?”

“Just a feeling.” He glanced once more at the werewolf who looked more like a beaten puppy or a very tired seventeen-year-old boy lacking important vitamins. “Actually I think he might fancy you back.”

Sirius’ eyes got impossibly bigger and more hopeful. “You think?”

“Yeah, you’ve just got to be patient. Don’t give up yet. You know how it was Lily.”

“Yeah.” Sirius nodded as if to convince himself. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, mate.”

James clapped his shoulder. “Anytime. Now how about you start by helping him carry his books.”

He turned his friend around in the direction of one alpha werewolf Remus Lupin walking with his shoulders hunched over to appear even smaller than before. At the sight of him, Sirius’ posture immediately straightened up, and he put on that lazy smile and sauntered over, only his lovesick eyes betraying his self-assured attitude. As soon as Remus spotted him, his mouth tugged up in a dopey smile and his shoulders visibly relaxed. Which was a mistake because the tower of books lost its balance again and toppled over once more.

[witchboyjimin]

Your writing is something else. Maybe an Alpha JK (head alpha, strong and ruthless) coming back home from some battle and meeting Jimin on his land, in winter, searching for some herbs in the snow. In the red hood. Hands warming, invitation to be a guest at the pack (lol), Jungkook's smirking friends lol Do you like it here? I do. And so on)

Of course, if you're willing)

the last hunt before every winter is always the longest and the hardest. the pack has to travel farther away from their land in search for prey and for whatever they can forage in the woods. by the time they get back, hauling carcasses and weighed down with baskets full of whatever the land's gifted them, there's a layer of snow covering the earth.

this year, half his party had been sent back home early. word had come that a group of unknown wolves had been found wandering around on their pack territory in rather poor shape: malnourished, wounded, and knocking on death's door.

he'd immediately been suspicious. jeongguk wouldn't put it past a rival pack to use such an underhanded tactic to attempt infiltration, hoping to catch them of guard. he'd sent namjoon back with strict instructions to keep the foreign wolves under watch and to begin interrogations so the last thing he's expecting is to find an omega frantically scavenging around the pack's border, a red, hooded cape draped over his crouched figure.

he appears to be looking for something, his floral scent pungent with distress. jeongguk watches from several feet back, wary but not worried. an omega hardly presented a threat to him.

the omega hasn't noticed him, too busy searching for whatever he's looking for. jeongguk hasn't gotten a good look at his face but he's at least a head shorter and far too thin for the upcoming winter.

jeongguk is ahead of his pack by a few kilometers, deciding to be their scout this morning. being pack alpha was all good and well but he never got a moment's peace to himself and now his peace has been disrupted by a foreign omega.

he doesn't bother trying to hide his presence, even letting his scent sharpen as he approaches the omega, his jaw clenching when he realises the omega is here by himself without any supervision. how had he slipped past namjoon and the rest of the pack?

jeongguk is about to call out and demand to know who the omega is when the omega startles, head whipping up and finally noticing jeongguk, his cheeks flushed red from the cold. panic swells in his scent and he nearly falls back against the tree trunk he'd been crouched against. his hands are dangerously red, likely only a few minutes away from frostbite and jeongguk frowns.

"do you realise you're trespassing on my land, omega?" jeongguk asks, closing the distance between them. with every step closer, jeongguk drinks in the distraught expression on the omega's face. his eyes are wide with anxiety, lips cracked from the cold but bitten raw and despite the eyebags indicating a lack of sleep and the sallow colour of his skin, jeongguk can see that the omega is easy on the eyes. it's the only thing that explains the red cape, a glaringly awful garment to be wearing in the woods. "it's a punishable crime."

"i'm -- i'm sorry," the omega says, his heartbeat loud enough that jeongguk can pick up on it ten feet away.

the fear in his voice doesn't sit well with jeongguk. it was one thing to intimidate a foreign alpha or beta but omegas were always eager to please, stuttering and nervously looking anywhere but at jeongguk when they were around him.

jeongguk doesn't press, can already tell the omega is going to spill everything himself. his scent has grown so strong from distress, it's off putting.

"please don't tell the pack alpha!" the omega begs, wringing his hands together. he takes a hesitant step closer to jeongguk, swallowing. "i -- i know i wasn't supposed to leave the omega cabin but i, i lost my scarf when we were on our way here and it's all i have left of my mother -- "

"hm, and why shouldn't i tell the pack alpha?" jeongguk interrupts, already glancing around to see if he can spot any lost scarfs.

"he'll kill me!" the omega looks like he's about to cry, a tremble running through him.

jeongguk pauses, arching a brow. "that's a rather extreme reaction, don't you think?"

"but -- but everyone says alpha jeon is..."

"is what?" jeongguk encourages, already shedding his fur coat off so he can offer it to the omega. his red cape is hardly enough cover for winter. the omega looks conflicted, like he knows better than to speak ill of jeongguk's alpha but unsure how else he can convince jeongguk to hide his discretion.

"you can tell me," jeongguk continues, closing the gap between them. he drapes his furs over the omega's hunched shoulders, pulling the omega's hands apart so he can guide them each into one of the coat's pockets. the omega's heartbeat is even louder now, his entire body rigid as he allows jeongguk to button the coat. "i promise i won't tell anyone."

the omega dares to look up at him, his eyes like two pools of darkened honey and looks away just as quickly, his scent sweetening considerably. "thank you for your furs, alpha."

"hm," jeongguk hums, stepping back and giving the omega space. "you were saying about alpha jeon."

"the, the rumours all say that he's..." the omega's voice shrinks to a whisper, his unease returning. his gaze skitters about and his shoulders curl inward. "that he's quite ruthless and...and unforgiving."

"that is true," jeongguk agrees, ignoring the sharp whip of a passing gust of wind. "he's got a nasty temper. and he especially hates when people sneak about and lie to him."

the omega's eyes widen, looking again like he's about to cry except this time jeongguk doesn't feel so bad. he should, but he doesn't, perhaps enjoying the way the omega's lip seems to wobble.

"we'll find your scarf but you need to get by a hearth unless you want your fingers to fall off."

"you're not going to report me to the pack alpha?" the omega asks, daring to look up at jeongguk.

"you're rather harmless," jeongguk says, fixing the omega's hood so that it helps to cover more of his head. "i'll let it slide this time but for now, we're going back to the cabins. why did you and your -- are they your packmates?"

"we ran away," the omega confesses, following after jeongguk obediently. "our...i'm from the yoo pack, if you've heard of us."

jeongguk pauses, sucking in a deep breath so he doesn't give away the sharp spike of rage that floods through him. yoo junhyung was a despicable alpha, constantly getting into border wars with neighbouring packs and worse yet, kidnapping the omegas of other packs so he could add them to his harem. jeongguk had never had the displeasure of running into him himself but he'd met yoo's allies and they were just as nasty.

suddenly, the red cape and the omega's anxious temperament made sense.

"what's your name?"

"park jimin, alpha," the omega answers, keeping one step back. he's careful, mindful of jeongguk's presence as he walks behind him.

"was he intending to mate you, jimin?"

jimin stills, scent growing pungent with distress once more. he nods his head and jeongguk would have missed the movement if not for his sharp eyes.

"where were you running to? surely, you knew he'd come after you."

"anywhere was better than there," jimin mumbles, burying his face into the furs as far as he can go.

"and did you know you'd ended up on jeon pack territory?"

a shake of the head.

"i suppose you would have avoided alpha jeon given his reputation but then, there isn't really anywhere for omegas to go, right?"

jimin nods his head.

"hm." jeongguk points to the spot ahead of him. "i want you walking in front of me."

jimin obeys, nervously glancing behind him when they set off for the pack cabins again. jeongguk doesn't ask anymore questions, piecing together what's happened.

they were lucky to have ended up here. jeongguk's pack had their share of neighbouring arrogant, promiscuous pack alphas who viewed omegas as little more than cocksleeves to use and discard.

his own reputation was only so notorious because he'd killed his own philandering alpha father, the details of which were bloody and callous. jeongguk had grown tired of seeing his mother's tears by the time he was eight and in the next ten years had taken several near death beatings from his father for being a constant thorn in his side.

the two of them make it back to the pack's cabins in silence, jeongguk watching jimin's back the entire way over.

an alpha on patrol spots them, the colour draining from his face when he realises that a foreign omega is walking in with jeongguk. the alpha comes running over, scent tinged with fear as jeongguk's darkening gaze settles on him.

"alpha jeon! welcome back!" the alpha rushes out, glancing between jeongguk and jimin. "i -- that is -- "

jeongguk lets his eyes settle on jimin, his eyes widening in shock as the alpha's words sink in. "alpha jeon?" jimin squeaks out.

"hm," jeongguk smiles, spotting taehyung as he steps out of the nursery. he waves him over, stepping closer to jimin and wrapping a careful hand around jimin's forearm. he leans in, finding jimin's ear so he can whisper the words directly to the omega. "you'll have to show me how you snuck past my patrol but for now, i want you to go back to your cabin and rest. taehyung, take care of him."

"yes, alpha jeon," taehyung agrees, reaching for jimin's arm himself.

"you didn't -- " jimin starts, blinking past his shock. he's gone red with embarrassment, scent spiking with a new kind of distress. jeongguk finds it to be a far more enjoyable sight than the ruddy splotches he'd been greeted with when their paths had first crossed.

maybe he's being too lenient, but he finds it difficult to be strict with jimin.

jeongguk grins, shooing him off and turns his attention to the alpha, his expression hardening. "where's namjoon?"

the alpha scrambles to lead him to his second in command. jeongguk spares one last glance in the direction taehyung and jimin have disappeared down, the tuft of jimin's red hood a bright contrast to the white and brown around them.

hard to miss, jeongguk thinks to himself as he takes off to find namjoon. jimin looks back just as jeongguk disappears behind a cabin and a single thought rings through jeongguk's mind.

cute.

[evansbby]

I have a question based on something that just happened..

Let's say that poyt group is going out at the ramson party and there's a perv that takes a picture of one of the girls or even of our favorite omega.. what will our manly possessive AF alpha do? Or his friends?

(just happened to us and the couple ended up fighting about it.. to his defense he tried to be civil but wanted to smash his phone and face...)

I keep thinking about what would happen if she fought with Steve again because of something similar.. or if she was just witnessed it and then clinged to Steve more because of it? Idk.. maybe angst and the fluff? 🤗🫣😶‍🌫️

I'm sorry if it's stupid and long.. feel free to ignore it!!

Also i love your writing and i find tremendous comfort from all your stories!! Thank you for your service and patience!! Please keep writing so we can keep supporting you!!

✨💗

If some random guy was sneakily taking pics of omega? I think we all know how Steve would react🫣🫣🫣

He’d get really serious and REALLY mad but he’d try to contain his anger. He’d softly yet menacingly ask the guy what the fuck he’s doing (while also hiding omega behind his larger frame) and the guy would be like “uh nothing” and Steve would snatch his phone and see the pics of HIS omega on this random’s phone and he’d just lose it. Like he’d kill the guy… or come close to it 💀 he’d deffo get a few hard hits in and break the guy’s jaw.

And then omega would be distraught bc she thinks it’s all her fault and she’d start crying bc she also feels uncomfortable that some guy was taking pics of her. And then Steve would take her home and he’d be SEETHING mad and she’d be crying but he would squeeze her hand and then hug her really tightly to calm himself down (and her too). And then he would like, never let her out of his sight for the next two weeks lmao.

[cosmica-galaxy]

how would your oc’s and mimic’s reacting to the human sacrificing their life for them

Camron would fall into a deep depression. He would feel responsible for the human giving their life for his and he probably wouldn't be able to cope well. Would probably consider getting his memory wiped to forget the agony and the pain of losing his best friend. DJ would stop jiving with his group and may lose his drive to dance or even fight. It's a heartbreaking memory and he can't stomach the fact that he caused their death. If only he was a better soldier...maybe things would've been different. He can't wish for anything else other than for his human buddy to be alive again. Vee would feel entirely responsible for the human's unfortunate fate. One clumsy mistake was all it took and he regrets every moment of it. The other tv units would probably try to cheer him up, but Vee becomes colder and more distant than usual. It would be a miracle if he ever recovers. Buddy would become brokenhearted and would stay in the human's old room. Without them...there's no pack. He's the alpha, sure. But the human is the one that kept the mimics all together and happy. Without them...there's nothing keeping everyone together. He may even leave the base after some time...there's just too many memories here. Pal would become distraught and would return to his old pack with his friends to mourn and grieve his loss. It would be uncertain if he would ever come back to the new pack with Buddy and Fiend, as they started falling apart the moment the human passed away. He can't help but feel like it's all his fault. Fiend is destroyed emotionally and becomes a reclusive mimic. Not talking to anyone or remaining invisible all of the time. He keeps feeling so burdened by the fact the human gave their life for him...and he can't endure it. He becomes very depressed and lives in his lair most of the time. Barely eating...barely drinking...mostly sleeping his days away. Back to square one. He's all by himself again...and the solitude is no longer comforting.

[shepherds-of-haven]

Idk if this is spoilery but i got around to playing the alpha build (is that right??) and I LOVE the scene where Halek makes a soup on the trip with mc, Red, and Ayla, and accidentally poisons them-I think bc he's so usually laid back to see him in a moment of fear and/or sadness like surprises me? But yeah that was a good scene

Hahaha, thank you so much! That scene came about so randomly, but I think it was a good potential bonding moment for the group, and it is funny to see Halek so outwardly emotional, uncomfortable, and distraught! 😂 Anyway, thank you for supporting the alpha build and enjoying! 💖

[glitterguts13]

Omega Male Rover going into baby fever, giving off a sweet and sour (mostly sour) scent and is nesting like crazy.

The sight of couples with a pup or two makes him itch for the desire of having one.

The alphas (Aalto, Jihyan, Mortefi, Scar, Geshu Lin and yes including some npcs) could sense the Rover’s need.

The betas (Lingyang, YangYang, Chixia, Encore, Jinshui and YinLin) are trying their best to comfort him

Chixia looks to YangYang, frowning at the sight before them. It wasn't shocking, or surprising, Rover, while fundamentally different from most everyone around, was still an Omega. His needs where the same as others, and the sickly sweet scent that they'd barely noticed a week ago, was filling the room.

"What do we do with him?" Encore frowns, and YinLin grimaces.

"Not much we can do...it's either got to run its course or-" the unfinished sentence hangs heavy in the air, the Beta's knowing exactly what needed to be done.

"Aalto went to find Mortefi, and Jihyan should be here soon."

"Should we even let them in? I mean...besides the fact they might maul each other on sight." a soft noise somewhere between a whimper and a purr comes from the nearby nest, and the group of Betas continues to think.

"He needs an Alpha here, and if we don't find someone we all know who's liable to show up."

Under his pile of blankets, Rover curls around himself. The ache in the pit of his belly burned like fire.

He needed to be filled, claimed, and bred.

The sight of happy couples with their precious children had finally gotten under his skin. Why not him? Why doesn't he have that?

Everything felt hot, his head filled with a haze.

It didn't matter who, just someone. Someone strong, an Alpha who could protect him, and give him healthy pups. Fill him with their seed and dote on him while his belly swelled. It wasn't that much to ask for, why wasn't anyone giving it to him?

A distraught cry fills the room, and YangYang shuffles to the side.

"He's in pain..."

"I don't think this is going away on its own." a knock sounds out from the door, and a few muffled voices demand to be let in.

"Just let 'em in, they can fight it out like true Alphas." Lingyang huffs.

"Fine, but I'm not cleaning up the mess they leave behind.

[nova--spark]

Please tell us HOW is the sweet precious Alba supposed to get together with Frost? HOW??

The same way my other ocs, Radix and Cloudsinger got together. Chaotically.

Also, meddling of a Prime.

So, when Frost was first assigned guard duty at the Archives as punishment, she was sent specifically to work in Alba's section.

Alba had always been the one they piled work onto, and with her usual happy rambles, or sunny disposition, they thought 'this will be further punishment/here, so we don't have to deal with both of them'.

As such, Frost initially hated Alba, because here was this archivist, who seemed so naive, and would ramble endlessly without stopping sometimes.

It was annoying.

She tries to tune her out several times, and she was further apalled in seeing how Alba was such a fantastic flyer, able to make quick turns, dives and dodges with the constantly moving Archives [In my continuity, the Archives are in nonstop motion.] that she surely would have been a great combat flyer, especially with such silent wings!

But she chose to log data every day instead?

How pitiful. And it would only get worse, when both were sent on a research and recovery trip to a colony outside of Cybertron's galaxy. After all, this new promotion to researcher meant Alba needed a bodyguard and well...Frost did need to continue her punishment.

On this trip, Frost threatened Albanoct, making it very clear she was not her friend, and that the only reason she did not end her, is because she was waiting for this punishment to be over.

Alba was frighteningly quiet the rest of the trip, rarely going on her rambles anymore and...

When inevitably, while trying to recover and fix the colony's archives, they were targeted by a small group of Cons, Alba was more scared of Frost's threats days before than of the Cons.

Frozen in fear, Alba only watched as Frost dealt with the cons with ferocity, but ended up heavily damaged in the end.

Frost just wanted her agony to end, and Alba, though terrified, patched her up regardless, despite Frost's protests.

In her own words:

"You were punished with being my guard. And I know you hate it, I know you'd rather kill me if it didn't extend your sentence, but I would rather you live to see the end of your sentence,"

So, Frost stopped struggling, and just allowed Alba to work. When Alba was finished, she thought she heard a faint voice say thank you.

But then again, Frost was committed to her vow of silence.

Frost would later on apologize, and admit that...she did enjoy Alba's rambles. It quieted the rage that had followed her for so long.

So, from then on, they became more amicable with each other. Things did not last perfectly forever, as with time, Frost's punishment was supposed to end.

Thing was, Alba had found a loophole. It had been an order from a higher power within the Archives, the highest of all, that had assigned Frostclaw as Alba's bodyguard on their research trip.

And the orders of a living Prime could not be superseded by anyone.

Which made it all the more devastating when the order was rescinded by Alpha Trion himself. Meaning Frostclaw had to leave, and there was no loop hole this time, no bylaw, no trick Alba could find to have her stay.

Alba, distraught and feeling betrayed, called out Alpha Trion as 'a coward' to have sent Frost away like this. And unexpectedly, Alba's quill, a lesser copy of Alpha Trion's [to be explained at another time if y'all are curious], would choose that moment to come to life.

Guiding Alba down forgotten paths, Alba would come to face the Scribe of the 13, and he would scold her, for hiding rather than standing up as she should have.

Because when moments like this happened, she couldn't just rely on others to hide behind or to look only for answers in the Archives.

When Alba left the archives, she had a new plan in the end, of how to prevent Frost leaving.

Frost and her clan were on the brink of boarding when, under the guise of last goodbyes, Alba spoke up and made it clear, Frost was not bound by her guard duty, nor her punishment anymore. Meaning, she could of her own volition, leave freely from Clan Claw as things stood.

"Frostclaw's punishment is over, and as is her orders yes. But that also means, she no longer needs to abide by your rules, and I don't need to either, as I am not of your clan. So you will let her stay here. She will stay with me. Because it would look quite terrible to record that your dear clan, has lost not one, but two heir apparents to the clan , who ran away, or were forced into a position that made them miserable "

This display of cleverness did result in the Clan Head threatening the slaughter of the Archives, to all those inside. Of which the Scribe of the 13 was present for, and not exactly one to allow his work to be disturbed by such threats of violence.

In the end, Frost was allowed to stay, her Clan leaving with their tails tucked between their legs, and Alba and Frost just happy to not be torn apart by anyone else.

Frost's vow of silence still stood, but, with some minor modification. Now, in the presence of only herself and Alba, she could speak in peace, because with Alba, her rage was calmed.

Like I said, Chaotic Love story

[shori]

2022.09.29 Endless SHOCK @ Hakataza Theater in Fukuoka

Posting on my Tumblr so I can delete the thread on my Twitter and it looks better here than a series of 10+ tweets haha. I'm sad I didn't hit for SHOCK 2023 so time to relive seeing it last year. I got lucky and decided to just YOLO by applying for the self guided tour visa before borders opened back up officially like two weeks later lmao. I HAD TO GO since I'm a KinKi and Kisumai fan!

Koichi Zachou is really an oujisama 😍 Loved red hair Mitsu as rival. Wish I could have seen more shows because there's so much happening in all the scenes. Glad I got close seats in the 2nd floor especially to see Koichi's flying scenes in the second act 😭

9/29 13:00 show

I was so focused on Koichi at the beginning and I'm so used to Kochan's stage voice so when Mitsu first spoke I was like who omg it's HIROMITSU

I was very impressed with Mitsu's stage acting and singing just like many fans reported! His singing is very clear & smooth 💯

Matsuzaki & HIROMITSU are too cute as buddies. Zaki telling Mitsu to put his arms around Rika at the rooftop🙈 A few scenes I just laughed at their buddy bro dynamic.

Mitsu in the ❤️ patterned suit is cute 🥰 when he comes in with the bouquet & dances with Rika during It's a Wonderful Day. Man got guts to wear that heart patterned suit. Haha he's so charai just like how he is as idol... watch Kisumai Busaiku! 🤣

I think HIROMITSU is the happy go lucky charai rival that is more on KOICHI's level. He doesn't seem to get angry and is more sly and calculated.

I laughed at the Everybody Go lines 😂 I love the little references/adlibs. For my show since it was the day of Travis Japan's "world debut" announcement. After the rooftop scene they are crossing the stage~

Matsuzaki: There's a group making a world debut!

Mitsu on roller skates: Ehh Tora Tora..! 🐯🐯

Overall HIROMITSU gets along with everyone and have fun in the Company.

The solo for the rival, MOVE ON is such a good fitting song. I felt Shori had the cool youngster brash charisma in the performance. So it's nice to see how Mitsu's version has a different aura that was his own... he totally owned the stage. Dancing & charisma. 💯💯

I need to review the previous rivals and watch more closely but I can definitely see how others say Mitsu's version is different. I felt his version was more calm, diligent, and mature and more of KOICHI's equal. He didn't crumble emotionally and descend into darkness/violence or acted brashly right away...

It was a slowburn but when he finds out, KOICHI is really dead... After the Shakespearean act, HIROMITSU is lying on the floor distraught. The piano melody for Don't Look Back 〜戻れない日々 plays (love this song composed by Koichi! could we get a new OST version with Shori and Mitsu as vocals *biased*). This part always gets me with the rival, KOICHI, and the owner singing. here is where I first started to get sobby/cry a bit. I also cried at the end of Yori no Umi, then and there's HIROMITSU and the cast... The flashbacks of memories with KOICHI is shown...

Shimada Kaho who Koichi worked with in Knights' Tale played the Owner for the first time. She's a lovely lady and has such a elegant presence 😍 she has a softer speaking voice than Maeda Bibari-san but a powerful beautiful singing voice.

As always the second act is just amazing with the Japanese dance and flying scenes.

And the end is just 😭😭😭

Doesn't HIROMITSU look so intense!

Even knowing the general story with the acts and various performances... I understand why people still want to see it every year even tho the general story is the same but how the script changes with the different rival and how it evolves... There's a different atmosphere with each new rival/cast. For me, seeing the cast ensemble makes it interesting to watch with the chairman leading. I really hope to see Endless SHOCK again one day.

Scans by me from digital Weekly TV Guide & TV Guide Alpha

[hisuianhellion]

An Alpha a day keeps the doctor well paid.

To say that Rose was frightened by that experience was an understatement that would've commonly been referred to as an "outright lie". She was harrowed. She watched her Oshawott, Nanami, put up the best fight he could have, getting his licks in as the massive Kricketune dealt one, then two clear swipes. Right to the otter's chest, then head. And he was down. Unconscious in mere moments.

The fact that she had beaten Mai, the representative sent by the Diamond Clan, rather handily with a bit of work from both Nanami and Patrice, her Buizel? It gave her a boost to her confidence she hadn't been ready to accept. There was nothing that could've prepared her for just how devastatingly powerful an Alpha could be. She won... but she was down to her final Pokemon in the process of it. Mai noted that Nanami and Patrice both took some pretty nasty hits, and that rest would do them both good...

Rose quietly let her eyes scan through the pasture she had helped to fill up over the last week, gently squinting at the group of Bidoof scampering about with each other. They had a small pond and a few bits of wood for enrichment, and their little dam was coming along quite handily as a result. Practical applications for their instincts, that's all that was needed to keep them happy now that they didn't have to forage so much for food.

Beside her were the Eevee siblings. She had come to calling the boy 'Barry', sassy little biter that he was. He kept looking at her as his much more modest sister, 'Sally' as Rose named her, watched a nearby pair of Shinx wrestling happily. A faint moment of time, silence from the three of them, crept in as the human closed her eyes, rubbing at them faintly.

She sniffled.

She had gotten them hurt. Battles seemed to be something they chose to do voluntarily, yes, but she was the one directing them. They believed in her, they obeyed her commands out of respect for her. And she managed to lead them into a level of unconsciousness that left them battered on the ground. They had fainted before. She was still new to all of this, so of course mistakes would be made.

Not like this, though. Not with them still being firmly out cold even after being given proper treatment. Alphas did not hold back. They did not battle for a show of strength or a contest of power. It was a genuine fight for them. Territoriality taken to a more vicious degree, either to protect what they saw as dear to them or to simply remove competition. Permanently, if they were allowed.

It had cracked Rose upside the brain so hard, it made Cyllene's opening night seem tame by comparison. It wasn't her being harsh for the sake of cruelty. She was someone very clearly accustomed to life or death, and she did not mince words as a result. Cyllene was honest, bluntly so, and Rose should've seen that days ago. Maybe then those two wouldn't have been--

She felt something soft lightly tap at her hand. She had tears streaming down her face and she hadn't even noticed until she felt something gentle enough to shock her out of her stupor. She jumped slightly, which made the Eevee girl lean back a bit with her ears pinned back. Sally. She had noticed Rose's distress. And while her brother, Barry, was now on edge from the human's flinch... Sally looked up at her with... what couldn't be missed as genuine sympathy.

The look in those brown eyes was undeniably trying their best to convey what worry they could, and Rose realized just how distraught she appeared. She removed her glasses, using her uniform's sleeve to rub at her eyes before resetting them quietly with a shaky sigh. Get yourself together, girl, don't spook the babies. "S-sorry, you two. I... I didn't mean to spook you."

There was a gentle harrumph from the boy, who sat himself down and glared up at her. Or, well. It was less a glare. It was closer to just a frown of... thinly veiled concern. He had noticed his sister trying to bridge the gap, and he wasn't stopping her. It was working, too, as the little gal began to step forward again, and that same little paw that Rose felt before placed itself upon her leg. Gently, she lowered her own hand down to allow the Eevee to sniff at it.

It ended... with a very light petting along her head. She retracted once she felt she had gotten enough, but soon after curled herself down into a little ball and rather firmly scooted herself against Rose's leg. Barry looked on as this happened, and with a soft "Vui...", began to approach as well. He looked at Rose. She looked at him. And she tried to give a soft, reassuring smile, hands visibly placed in her lap. Which was then met by the little critter settling on a further portion of her leg, just as firmly placed against her as his sister.

Distracted as she was, she hadn't noticed that a few other Pokemon, a Wurmple, Geodude and Starly had all not missed her display of grief. A few voiced concerns in their own ways, but others just took it upon themselves to act how they typically had to support their kin, standing guard or bringing over little gifts of wood or a berry as well.

And she had just stopped crying, too.

[thatamatuerauthor]

My Fair Luna

Chapter 5

Emma hummed along to the radio as she made her way back to the truck stop she'd been using one last time. Hopefully she'd be able to tell Sheryl, the late night cashier, that she finally had somewhere else to stay.

Absently, she wondered what she'd be having for supper and if the camp's food was any good. She was used to eating her mother's and grandmother's camp food, so her standards were unfairly high. Her lunch this afternoon had been two sandwhiches, a banana and some chips. So she was looking forward to testing out what her meals were going to be like from now on.

Of course, there was also the fact that she'd have to find a table to frequent. Preferably somewhere where she could eat in relative peace without butting in on the usual groups among the workers. Not everyone liked sitting with someone new during mealtimes and Emma had attended enough camps to know people were generally the same. They liked predictability and familiar faces.

She supposed from the start that Rex, Faye and probably Luke were going to be her meal companions for now.

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Faye paced nervously, her wolf whining to be let out so they could track down their Luna. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what had gone wrong for her Luna to leave in such a hurry.

Rex was still processing what he had heard his mate say. Luna? Emma was their next Luna? It was shocking, but he had no reason not to believe his mate. After all, he was the future Alpha's Beta, that made his mate the future Luna's Omega. A prestigious position as she would look after the Luna and make sure she was safe and cared for in the Alpha's absence.

Of course she would know why Emm- Luna Emma was different. Faye was probably hesitant to tell them because she was worried about the news getting out. If the whole pack knew before Alpha Matt...

...his wolf wouldn't be very happy about that.

"What's wrong?" Luke came around the side of the house, pausing in concern as he saw Faye's distress.

"Emma drove off." Rex stated numbly.

"...ok?" Luke blinked. "She'll be back won't she? Why is that a problem?"

Faye growled and turned on him. "Because she left alone! Without me!"

Luke held his hands up and tilted his head back, exposing his neck to the distraught female to keep her from pouncing. He glanced over to Rex to see if he would give him any more info on this...peculiar situation.

Sure he liked the human too, but Faye seemed too attached. What about that woman could possibly make Faye this riled up?

"Emma...she's..." Rex seemed stunned as he dragged a hand down his face, trying to spit out the words. "She's Matt's Luna."

"...what?"

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Emma waved goodbye to Sheryl and left the truck stop still drying her hair. She tossed the towel in the back of her car letting it land on her duffel in the back. Her stomach rumbled and she looked at the clock on her dash before putting it in reverse to leave.

Dinner was at 6:30. It was 6:27 and she was about 10min away from the campground. She shouldn't be too late...unless there were strict attendance rules in place...

'There shouldn't be though...I'm an adult, there shouldn't be a problem with me being a whopping 10 minutes late to dinner…' she thought.

Still, she couldn't help but feel nervous. A nagging feeling in her stomach was telling her that she was missing something.

Emma thought back to all the strange things that had happened earlier in the day. The room was lush and looked like it already belonged to someone. Everyone seemed oddly ok with her taking control. Faye hung around her just...staring at her oddly...as if they were old friends and Faye hadn't seen her in forever. And then there was that slip up when they first met but...

Emma didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. Camp Lobo was an amazing place with wonderfully friendly people set on a beautiful plot of land. It was like paradise to her. Like the perfect home. So what if they were strange. She was plenty weird too.

She shook off the feeling, assuming it was just her nerves and anxiety making her question things too much. Especially since she'll be staying in a new place surrounded by new people.

Pulling into the gravel driveway she sighed, trying to get her nerves to go away. Everything will be fine, these people had seemed to genuinely like her. Nothing was wrong. She'll go in for supper, eat and chat, then head back to her temporary room and crash on the couch. She'd inquire about room assignments tomorrow.

The moment she stepped out of her car she spotted Faye marching toward her like a woman on a mission. The fierce look on her face was frightening, making Emma feel like she was in trouble.

"Luna!" Faye finished pulling her out of the car, surprising Emma with how fast she was. "Are you alright? You didn't run into trouble did you?"

Emma would've been a lot more uncomfortable with the attention if concern hadn't been practically dripping off the woman. Such a strong psychological response had her wondering if perhaps Faye had been through something difficult, and had attached herself to Emma. With the way the woman had been worked up, slowly relaxing now as she looked her over...it reminded Emma of some of the foster kids she would help with at the specialty camp she volunteered at sometimes.

Those kids would pick out adults they'd think they could trust, then risk having a breakdown if they couldn't find that adult. It was a telling sign of abuse...

...Rex didn't strike her as an abuser...it could've been well in her past...but she'd keep an eye out for any more problems just in case.

"I'm fine Faye." She gently laid her hand on the taller woman's shoulder. The simple touch worked wonders as she relaxed before her eyes.

The key to calming someone down is being calm first.

Faye let out a breath. Behind her Rex and Luke approached carefully, looking equal parts concerned and wary.

"Are you sure?" Faye asked, calming down now.

"Yes, I just wanted to head out and grab my things and take a shower somewhere familiar before coming back for supper." Emma gave her a gentle smile. "I hope I'm not too late...?"

"No," Faye shook her head vigorously. "No you're fine."

Again she seemed to wait on Emma to make the first move and it was starting to make her wonder how Faye was used to being treated.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@unheald

               lydia   had   wanted   the   easy   way   out.      the   guilt   and   the   grief   felt   like   too   much.      she   has   been   alone   for   so   long,   even   though   she’d   been   with   a   large   group,   with   her   own   mother…      she’d   never   felt   more   alone.      then   daryl   and   michonne   found   her,   and   then   henry   treated   her   like   a   person   and   not   an   animal.      she’d   basically   been   raised   like   one,   he   was   the   first   to   show   her   what   life   could   and   should   be.      she’d   known   him   for   what,   maybe   a   week?      she’d   had   a   taste   of   what   life   could’ve   been   when   alpha   took   it   all   away   like   she   always   does.      daryl   is   defending   her,   trying   to   protect   her…      but   he   can’t   change   what’s   fact.      she   brought   alpha   down   on   them   and   they   all   knew   it.      they   all   despised   her   for   it,   and   once   again   she   was   surrounded   by   a   group   of   people,   but   completely   and   utterly   alone.

               ❝   what   have   i   got   to   live   for?      please   carol,   make   it   easy   on   me.      it   has   to   be   you.   ❞      the   distraught   girl   falls   to   her   knees.      she’s   literally   begging   at   this   point.      ❝   she   won’t   stop…      she’ll   never   stop   as   long   as   i’m   alive.   ❞

she didn't like this. for a number of reasons. number one being despite everything that had happened and had been lost, lydia was just a kid too... whether or not her involvement had been a catalyst... whether or not carol just saw henry when she looked at her... she didn't deserve this. but on top of that... the fact that lydia seemed to think that she deserved this? that she deserved to die...? or maybe she WANTED to... carol had been in that place before too. she knew what it felt like. so to know that lydia was going through that...? it was heartbreaking. " no. " she repeated, and she pulled the spear back, away from lydia. " i'm not her. " yes, she wanted to make alpha pay, but not like this. not using lydia.

[h0riz0nstuff]

Samina, Patrick, Charles, Margo and Travis.