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clanwarrior-tumbly · 10 months ago

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when y/n gathering scrap to meet quota and heard a noise and quickly turn around to see coil-head stop moving they slowly walking backward to try not get killed, after a long while they managed to escape from the coil-head. now y/n heard a rumor about a very familiar entity with a funny nickname peanut (its scp 178 if your curious) but it have very valuable information to know since its familiar to coil-heads when looking at the enemy will not move until your not looking at it

"Just be cool..it's all for the Company...all for the Company...."

Uttering that small mantra, you approached the large humming machinery, your eyes being set directly on the prize: a glowing yellow apparatus. The powercell of this entire facility.

It was worth a good fortune in the name of meeting quota, although it didn't come without its risks.

Like plunging you into total darkness and being stupidly heavy to lug back to the ship.

Unfortunately your crew sent you to retrieve it alone, as they were adding up how much the scrap piles were worth, buying stuff on the terminal, and looking out for eyeless dogs.

But for all you knew, they could be doing fuckall while you're risking life and limb every second you remained in this building.

Then again, that's just a normal day when working for the Company.

You kept your scanner going, cradling the giant apparatus close to your chest. It was your only source of light right now, as your flashlight was out of battery--and it made you look like a giant walking target for whatever monsters lurked here.

Speaking of which-

--New creature data sent to the terminal!--

"...what did I just scan?"

Stopping in your tracks for a brief moment, you took a look around the room, not seeing any sort of creature moving...

Only to suddenly hear loud footsteps rushing at you from behind, and in panic you swiftly turned around. The glow of the apparatus illuminated something humanoid that stopped short in front of you, allowing you to fully take in its horrifying appearance.

It was a creature that looked like a mannequin, with nails piercing its body, no forearms, and its head attached to a metal spring that bobbed as it stopped in-place. It had two hollow eyes and a broken mouth that made it incapable of expressions...yet you felt very afraid staring up at it.

"Shit..th-there's something here, guys.." You muttered into the walkie-talkie, praying somebody would pick up.

"We see it." One of your crewmembers' voice responded. "It's...a Coil-Head. Just got the data."

"Coil-Head? That's what they call these things?"

"If you wanna get specific, it's a Vir colli-"

"Whatever, not important. How much longer do I have until midnight?" You huffed.

"You got time. You're close to the exit!"

"Okay...well what do I do about this thing? I'm looking right at it."

"This is gonna sound weird, but just..keep doing that and head for the exit. But whatever you do, don't l-"

*krrrrrrrt*

"...one more time? I didn't catch that last part."

"........."

"Oh my god..you're kidding me, right?" Briefly glancing at your walkie-talkie, you realized the battery died and groaned, although the Coil-Head suddenly moved an inch closer, its head bobbing violently. "Woah--okay, okay..I'll keep looking at you, I guess....I don't want any problems."

It didn't answer, and simply stared.

"Christ..why does something like this exist at all?" You mumbled to yourself, keeping a tight hold on the apparatus as you slowly backed away, trying to keep your ears and scanner open for anything that might creep up behind you.

God forbid it was another landmine, spider web, or Bracken.

This was genuinely terrifying, especially knowing you were wandering through a near pitch-black facility with this mechanical creature following you every time you had to break line of sight.

Now that you've lost all communication with your crew, the only way they could tell if you're alive was on the monitors. You didn't even know what time it was. All you could do was pray to whatever god was out there in this vast universe that you'd get back to the ship before they decided to take off without you.

Surely, they wouldn't abandon one of their own..

Then again, you were all told to do "whatever it takes" to survive long enough to meet the next quota.

Even if it meant ditching and killing each other, or leaving the moon's atmosphere before midnight to keep tabs on whatever scrap was salvaged for the day.

But regardless, you had to survive..and so you did your best to maneuver around the facility with the Coil-Head in your sights at all times.

Its mannerisms did remind you of some other creature you have researched from a different and not-so-ethical company. Although right now, you're not too focused on that.

Not dying was more important.

........

"You made it!!"

"Yeah, no shit..my arms are killing me.." Dropping the apparatus unceremoniously on the ship floor, you looked at your fellow crewmates--two of whom were arguing about which moon to route the ship to next, while only one acknowledged your close call with the Coil-Head.

At least somebody cares.

But now that you've had time to calm down, you remembered what you wanted to do once you returned here safely.

"Y'know, that Coil-Head reminds me of this one creature I've read about back on Earth..its mannerisms are similar." You hummed, before heading to the terminal, irritated by the arguing duo. "Move. I need to look up something."

"Oh thank god." One of the employees huffed, shaking her head. "Please jump on the terminal before this dumbass routes us to Titan and blows all our money."

"Why are you being so stingy?! We can afford it!"

"We can't afford dying just because you wanna go to the deadliest moon! You think it's gonna be like Experimentation? A cakewalk??"

"No but it sure as hell's gonna give us better loot! We may have an apparatus but it's not gonna sustain us!"

"...can you guys take this conversation elsewhere? I'm going in." You squeezed between the pair and managed to get your hands on the keyboard, pulling up the internet (with speed that sucked since the Company tended to be cheap like that).

Curious, they stopped their squabbling and looked to what you were typing, bringing up a data profile for a creature called-

"SCP-173?"

"Yep. Or as they call it, the Statue..but I like its nickname "Peanut" a little better." You chuckled as you read its containment summary and description. ""The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight...object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull"...yep....the vibes are similar. Interesting"

"I thought snapping necks was the Bracken's job." One crewmember joked. "You're telling me that Coil-Heads and this Peanut might be cousins?"

"Maybe whoever designed them took some inspiration...though I wonder how it could snap someone's neck if it doesn't have any hands.."

"I kinda wanna see that happen. Any volunteers?" The Titan-obsessed employee laughed, but the dead silence and blank stares they received from all three of you caused them to tense up. "...I-I was only kidding...jeez.."

"If we run into another Coil-Head, we're leaving you behind to stare at it."

"Wha----are you really that mad that I suggested going to Titan???" They snapped.

"Since you're acting like a total nincompoop who should know we don't have the proper equipment yet...yes." You answered flatly, to which they groaned in annoyance.

"You're all jerks...I wish I had a new crew."

"In space, no one can hear you whine. Now let's go to March. We still got one day left to make some extra bucks, okay?"

"Fiiiiine, "Captain". Whatever you say."

#clanask #lethal company x reader #lc x reader #coilhead #coil head

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cheerfullycatholic · 2 months ago

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Man this day just keeps getting worse and worse. First I slept awfully because one of my dogs kept waking me up to go potty (she has issues, too much to explain), then my guinea pig died (rip Olivier), then I spilled a bunch of peanut oil, and there was a shooter threat in town, and now some of the woods just outside of town caught fire because it's frickin wimby and power lines fell, and I'm in a bad mood and failing to not be mean to my family because I'm stressed and anxious. But at least my head doesn't hurt I guess

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perfectlyyoungtimetravel · 2 months ago

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Rest in peace Kiki... you were absolutely amazing and I still love you

Yeah...as you read it...Kiki has died... Yesterday her vet told me that she's a very old budgie...and there wasn't anything they could do... and today my little angel has spread her wings and flew away into the afterlife.She was there for me when nobody wasn't...she comforted me...Even on the days when I had a panic attack she was there...I still remember her waiting for me to come in before she sung...she would sleep in my hands...we would play together...I would cuddle her...and today...I comforted her like she did to me...I hope she knows that me and my parents loved her very much...my little peanut...she was our little strong phoenix.We buried her next to where our dead dog was buried...And I plan to keep her as a part of my persona in her memory because she made that much of a big impact in my life

Rest in peace Kiki...I will always love you and I will never forget you

#rest in peace #budgie #my little peanut #my little angel #Kiki Is loved

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pumpkinsy0 · 7 months ago

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The Shepards opened the first "americanized" Hatian restaurant. Curly does all "the bitch work" like, mop the floors, kick out JDs (he'll do deals with them still but in the back alley) dish washing, stocking (NOT inventory--that's Tim's job. Curly sucks at basic math) and most of all take out the fucking trash. He HATES that so much! and he always works the night shift cause his ass won't be awake before 11 am on a good day.

The Curtis run their mother's Bakery across the street. Ponyboy is a decorator just like their mama was and also works the register. Darry gets annoyed when Curly comes over to flirt and Tim gets in a fit or rage knowing Curly does it on the clock.

They have dinner together, cause that's when Ponyboy gets off work and Curly is on his "lunch" break. Ponyboy brings reject baked goods or extras. Curly likes the Kolashes and Ponyboy always brings him a snickerdoodle or something chocolate and peanut butter. Curly about died when Ponyboy "invented the chocolate peanut butter cupcake with caramel drizzle. Curly will bring fried pork and rice or Fried Turkey with Plantains.

They leave Tulsa and open their own restaurant with baked goods. Have a couple of rugrats, a dog and a few cats and despite all the hardships of owning a business, getting married & raising a family Curly is still the one who has to take out the fucking trash.

HAITIAN SHEPARDS AND PAPERCUT IN MY INBOX YAYAYAYAYAYAY YAHOOOOOO YIPPIEEEE

SOTE POU KÈ KONTAN YAHOOOOOO

tim and angela are taking care of making the foods/desserts since lord knows curly cant be trusted near making food so he HAS to pull his weight and do the other domestic work

sometimes he’d just catch pony staring at him from his shop window while he does and curly would wink and smirk and that absolutely snowballed

they had their first date at each others place they just brought food and just ate it together u cant take this from me

when they opened their restaurant they just made it their own, made their own dishes from dishes theyve known their whole lives and its successful and their known as ‘THAT’ couple in their neighborhood, sometimes curly comes home smelling like ass bc he was dealing w the garbage but as long as curlys still alive n kicking everything will run just fine

and back home the old restaurants r still doin peachy

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #PaperCut ship #darry curtis #tim shepard #angela shepard

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myreygn · 1 year ago

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kny modern au - characters: hashira

includes: gyomei, tengen, giyuu, sanemi, obanai, kanae, kyojuro, mitsuri, shinobu, muichiro

HUGE thanks and shout out to @giggly-squiggily and @trans-ace-lee for their contributions to this au and indulging my brainrots ♡

inspiration was taken from the german school system because that's what i grew up and am most familiar with:

ages 2-6 (flexible, not mandatory): kindergarten

ages 6-10 (grades 1-4): elementary school

ages 10/11-16/17 (grades 5-10): "secondary school", the diploma qualifies you for an education outside of university (craft sector, social sector etc)

ages 16/17-18/19 (grades 11-12): "upper school", the diploma qualifies you for university

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Himejima Gyomei (27, theology major)

grew up in a buddhist orphanage after his parents gave him up because they were ableist idiots who didn't want to raise a blind child

had a very happy childhood, has never been adopted and isn't upset about it in the slightest

went on a spiritual journey for five years after school and wrote a bestseller book about it

started going to university at age 23, helps out at the orphanage whenever he can

has a seeing-eye dog named Curry (a four year old black labrador and the only being on earth he would kill for, he got her when he returned from his journey)

can afford his own flat and lives right next to the orphanage with Curry

advocate for a more inclusive university life and very active in groups fighting for disability rights, both on and off campus

Uzui Tengen (23, music major)

was somewhat of a public figure from a very young age because the Uzui clan is one the richest, most powerful families in the country and everyone in town knows who they are

always hated his parents and moved out at 18, got a small fortune (that's rich people slang for a ton of money, source: trust me) from a cool uncle and used it to open a night club which is very popular with the locals

has no contact to his siblings (even tho he'd like to) and avoids all of his dad's properties like the plague

started going to university at age 20 because he wanted to do something with his passion

plays a bunch of instruments (piano, harp, guitar, violin, shamizen, koto and like ten different types of flute)

lives with his girlfriends in an almost-a-mansion and throws the best partys anyone has ever been to

Tomioka Giyuu (21, philosophy major)

his parents died when he was three years old and him and his sister went through foster care until she came off age and became his legal guardian, they're super close

has been studying several martial arts at Urokodaki's dojo since he was in elementary school

picked philosophy as a major because he had no idea what else to do but it's actually fun??

he mostly just sits in the back and draws stick figures but once a week he'll say something that makes everyone rethink their entire life (no one really understands what's happening inside his head but his professors are convinced he's a genius)

teaches little kids in the dojo because Urokodaki thinks it'd be good for him, he's slowly warming up to it

the type of peanut allergy where his throat closes up at the sight of them, when they were in fifth grade Sanemi almost killed him because he didn't know about it and it delayed their friendship by roughly two years

Shinazugawa Sanemi (21, physics major)

abusive pos dad got stabbed when he was ten, helped his mom raise his younger siblings and is super close with all of them

moved out at 20 when his mom encouraged him to spend more time at university, roommates with Obanai, Giyuu and Sabito

colorblind from birth and dysgraphic when it comes to handwriting, uses recording devices and laptops in class

used to get into a lot of fights in school and still works on not doing that™, most people think he's scary and a delinquent (and also a murderer because it's kinda sus that none of the family members showed up at their dad's funeral)

biker, the motorcycle has wind art on it and he mostly uses it to pick up the tons of children that somehow snuck into his friend circle and take Kanae on drives, loves bringing his guitar to play her something in the moonlight

suffered through school for the most part, a new teacher (Kagaya) in tenth grade inspired him to finish "upper school" and study physics

loves Gyomei's dog like a daughter

Kocho Kanae (21, biology major)

lives with her family and has no plans of moving out until she finishes university, helps a ton in the household

the best big sister ever, drives all of her sisters and their friends around and picks them up at 3am when they're stranded somewhere (also doesn't pretend to hate it, unlike certain other older siblings with their own vehicles)

has always been into gardening and is really getting into permaculture, puts plants wherever she can and loves flowers

most of her cooking ingredients are from her own garden, vegetarian (everything she cooks or bakes will be the best thing you ever ate)

has the voice of an angel, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho refuse to go to bed without her singing them a lullaby

christmas is her favorite time of the year, she goes all out with planning the festivities and getting everyone gifts and needs three whole days to recharge afterwards

has to wear a biteguard when she's stressed because she'll start clenching her teeth in her sleep and works really hard to keep it a secret from everyone

Iguro Obanai (21, philosophy major)

somewhat of a local legend, not by his own doing but by people just making shit up about him

grew up in a cult of which all the members were killed in a fire with him being the only survivor and a huge news story all across the country at age 12

moved to another city as soon as he was old enough to start anew but the rumors follow him everywhere (and it doesn't help that he talks to his snake)

mostly annoyed by the rumors but also likes to use them to scare people of who are being super pushy or harassing his friends (that's the first time in his life he found friends, he can and will commit atrocious crimes on their behalf)

originally enrolled in zoology, then switched majors when the professors wanted to use Kaburamaru as a test subject

spends his time in philosophy class taking a stance against whatever Giyuu says and has an entire folder filled with essays criticizing his statements

always carries headphones with him, listens to lofi because he likes it, mcr because he feels it in his soul and doom metal solely to fuck with tengen ("Screaming is not music!")

Rengoku Kyojuro (20, history major)

still lives at home with his dad and brother because he didn't want to leave Senjuro behind, spends most of his time out of the house tho and is looking for a flat right now

works parttime at a restaurant that's called Umainia and his friends have yet to figure out whether he says "Umai" all the time because he likes his food or to advertise his work place

slightly hearing impaired, has hearing aids prescribed that he just forgets to put in at all times

doesn't have a driver's license, goes by bike everywhere no matter the weather

gets close to people easily, is well beloved amongst Senjuro's friends and also makes an effort to get to know them so he can be sure Senjuro's in good hands

regularly forgets people's names but never their birthdays

collects old books and learned a bunch of old languages just to be able to read them

Kanroji Mitsuri (19, art major)

still lives at home because she wants to stay with her family and help take care of her siblings, also claims that she had invested too much time in her room to just leave it behind (her room looks like every cool fluffy fairy core room you have ever seen on pinterest, it's the coziest place on earth)

if there's a sanrio themed version of stuff she needs, she's getting it, no questions asked.

slightly allergic to dogs, she doesn't care though and cuddles with Curry all the time, she calls it confrontation therapy (it works)

animal lover in general, she even built a little terrarium in her room so Kaburamaru has a comfy spot for his naps when Obanai stays over

has kept every drawing she ever made and sometimes looks through them for inspiration, also likes to track her progress that way

there's a coffee shop across the street from her house where she has been customer of the month every month consistently for four years as well as an honorary mention ever since she was six

Kocho Shinobu (18, student)

in her last year of school and likely about to graduate with a perfect score

founder and president of the first aid club, also head of the student council and an active member on every committee the school has to offer

recently got her driver's license but keeps it a secret so she doesn't have to play chauffeur for her sisters

effectively avoids getting asked out for dates by being very scary™ (and taking jiu jitsu classes since elementary school), she's also your go to person when creepy weirdos won't leave you alone

loves cooking with her sisters and often shares her own recipes with Kanao, she also has her own little corner in Kanae's garden where she plants stuff that she uses to make her own medicine

has a lot on her plate with school and her clubs and some volunteer stuff she does here and there, so she goes to the local animal shelter once a week to cuddle and play with the cats and dogs there, it's her little safe zone to unwind and she doesn't tell anyone about it

the biggest fan of psychological thrillers you will ever meet

Tokito Muichiro (14, student)

in eighth grade and no one knows how he did it but everyone suspects that his brother took at least some of his exams in his place

he's not bad at school per se but he just can't memorize stuff, you're lucky if he knows your name after sitting next to each other for six months

is a member of the cooking club tho and absolutely thriving there, he never goes by recipe and creates the most delicious things but he won't tell anyone his secret ingredients because he can't remember them either

absolutely loves visiting his friends' houses, he's so happy seeing how their rooms reflect them

followed Yuichiro everywhere all throughout elementary school, then made his first friend in fifth grade (Tanjiro of course) and has been getting more and more independent ever since

constantly misses bus stops or takes trains in the wrong direction and is always late because of it, however he has also acquired an extensive knowledge of the town and can give you directions to pretty much everywhere

tries his very best to remember his friends' birthdays but forgets his own every year because it just kinda slips his mind that he has the same birthday as Yuichiro

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ruunkur · 6 months ago

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Also, pissed off fans or fans who feel like they're being catered to tend to support you more. The casual fan? The ones who slip through the cracks? What lost them? Why did they stop?

Social media has given us so much all at once that you have to keep dog piling onto it to keep the crumbling attention span of your fandom

Look, if you have to butcher your own asshole characters to make them gay and tragic, it sucks!

Gotta make the actual traumatized character a laughing stock and like!

Stolas is great, in a romantic tragedy way and he would be better suited for a romcon tragedy set in hell.

They mashed 2 good ideas and it's not going well :(

#helluva ramblings #i had 2 cats i got - peanut(4mths old) when i was 18 & ryn when i was.. 2017. 23? maybe??? or 22 about to turn 23.#i dunno i was still on tumblr when i got ryn and hadn't gone farming yet so 2017 sounds right and it was in like june or july so i hadn't #had a birthday yet that year (my memory is so fucking shit) but whatever ryn was like 6 when when i got him in 2017. peanut was 11 in 23 &#ryn was six months older?? anyfuckingway #i don't have either cat now because they both tragically died in very different fucking ways and vet care is so fucking stupidly expensive #i cannot have another animal while working the job i have (vet receptionist) while also owning animals because it mentally fucking breaks me #and six months after starting at the vet clinic my parents dumb ass dog got hurt and let me tell you #sometimes it's okay to acknowledge that you can't help someone. this dog spent about 1 1/2 years on some sort of sedative or pain killers #cause her back legs got fucked up and the expensive ass surgeries made it worse #fucking mrsa infections #so you spend a year dealing w a chronically sick dog because of a (we think) car accident #sister drops off ill behaved dog i go “yea #i wanna move out“ and i start to get there and something tragic happens (we went from 6 animals(3 dogs #3 cats) to 2 cats.#why the fuck did i go off on this tangent?#oh #fandom rot is like when bad things happen to you in real life so you kinda fold in on yourself and it feels good to be like “i knew it” in #a fandom but its okay to be wrong too #sometimes bad people are just bad

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thenewestxmen · 4 days ago

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D&W fic part 4!!

Chapter 4: do I tell him?

“We kinda have to eat breakfast to get to lunch Wade.” Of course I promised that I could take him and Mary out for breakfast.

“I know, but I want Applebees.” He says, pretty much draping over me.

“Alright, alright. I’ll make some toast for breakfast, then for lunch we go to Applebees. Mary can come too.”

“Can Laura come too?”

I’m surprised he wants Laura to come, but I definitely want Laura to come too. She and I definitely have some talking to do. The twinge of anxiety that has been bothering me the last week has been awful. Every time I’m in public, passing my a couple, a man and woman, it’s like seeing Jean and Scott, both eyes staring at me with anger, pity, and lust. I nod, pulling out my phone.

Logan, 8:57: hey kiddo, want to go out to lunch with Wade and I?

Laura, 8:59: sounds fun, I’ll be there. Where do you guys want to meet,

Logan, 9:00: at Applebees, 1:30? Sorry, Wade has been wanting Applebees and I promise to take him out.

Laura, 9:00: sounds perfect. I’ll be there.

Of course, I’m excited. Wade coos at Mary and talks in a high pitched voice, although a second after he starts to praise Puppins, Al starts to yell, “Wade, that’s a dog, not a damn child! And if it was, let’s hope for the sake of everything I hold dear it doesn’t look like you. I may be blind but I can smell the ugly off of you, and it REEKS!” Jesus, Al isn’t holding back.

“Al, that’s so hurtful, but all I smell are your grandma panties that smells like the last time a man got in em was the dinosaurs age.” Wade quips back. I swear, I can watch this all day.

“Alright, alright. What do you want for breakfast darlin’?”

“I want Cocaine sugarbear!” Al yells from the back room. I think she just used up the last of it just now.

“I was talking to Wade, Al.”

This morning, despite the walk and the little flashback session earlier, this morning is peaceful. While I make breakfast, that twinge of anxiety goes away. That is until Al makes another joke.

“Logan, you better get away before he does you like every other woman in his life he don’t care for.” I’m sorry. What?

Wades face reddens, “don’t listen to her. I just had a little time moving from woman to woman, man to man. That cycle ended the minute I saw you peanut. Don’t worry. You look a bit worried, you ok?” Well no, because now I have to try harder to get Wade to stay. It’s selfish of me, but this feels like a repeat of Jean and Scott. I’m like a cigarette, used then put out on the bottom of a shoe. Wade will leave me like he did with the people in his past, and my past isn’t too far off from his, I’m just the one who gets left in the dust.

“Yeah, of course bub. Hey I’m going to go call Laura, be right back.” I try my best to reassure him. I’m not actually calling Laura though. I just need time to think. I go down the stairs of the apartment complex and sit at the base of the stairs.

This is just a repeat. Jean and Scott, a few weeks before they died, were putting on their show. Scott was trying to use my affection for him against me.

“Come on Logan, I know you want me. Come and get me.” He teased. Jean on the other side of me, stripped to only a bathing suit, and beginning to strip that off too.

“Logan, aren’t you going to look at me? Come on, I need some help untying my top.” By now, I wanted, and didn’t want them both at the same time. They were both attractive, kind during the day, but when I would attach myself, they were snippy. When I refused to untie her bikini top, her face turned grim, “why not?! You want me don’t you? I’m pitying you, you’re lucky someone wants you. You’re too clingy, and desperate. You’re a mess, so why not let me humor you. Be a good boy and untie my top, choose me.” She would taunt. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be free. I took it off. She made me do things, right in front of Scott. Then when it was Scott’s ‘turn’, he would yell, when I said I was done. He slapped me, punched even, when I grabbed his clenched fist, he would yell, “why?! You’re only going to heal again! Now let me show you a good time.” I let him. I didn’t want to, he did things I didn’t want to do. Yet I still loved them both, Jean and Scott. I did because they weren’t themselves, they were just taking out anger. During the day, friendly, respectful. During the night, again and again, the same dirty game. Yelling, punching. One day, I went to Storm. She was the one I respected and was able to depend on. But as I knocked on her door, I didn’t realize Jean was In the room. “Hey Storm, I really need some help. Jean and Scott… They’re making me do things I really don’t want to. And if it weren’t for my healing factor, you would see bruises. I was hop- -“ I look at Jean, she was almost fuming with anger. I begged her to forgive me, but the usual yelling occurred. Although this time it felt more personal, more real. “You couldn’t let me pity you, I don’t want anything to do with you but because I am so kind to you. I pity you and let you enjoy a moment of the closest thing to love as you will ever get! No one wants you, I’m the one to make Scott like you more, I’m the one making sure you don’t hate yourself. But there is so much to hate, you are desperate, and controlling, how dare you?!” She would yell, and yell, things turned physical, first violence, the sexual. I didn’t want to, again. But if I messed up again, I lose Jean and Scott.

The tingle of anxiety is back, more powerful than ever. But just before I get up, I see Laura, walking over, almost running. She sits next to me, holding onto my arm.

“Papa! Thank god, Wade was asking about you, he said you called me but I got worried when I didn’t get one. Are you alright…?” She says, I realize that my face is melded by anxiety, my shoulders tense.

“I’m fine.”

“Ok, but can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on!”

“Why can’t you tell me, let me help you!”

“Stop it Jean!”

I try and recover from the slip up. The whole scenario just brought back jeans yells, angry outburst. I swallow hard as Laura studies my face.

“Papa, what does Jean have to do with this?”

“She… nothing. I’m ok, I’m sorry. I just needed a minute to myself and I didn’t think Wade would check in with you.” I apologize, the situation getting no better. But Laura lets it go, although she keeps a close eye on me the rest of the day. We go to lunch, Wade shoveling fries into his mouth, sitting at the table outside Applebees, Mary on his lap. The anxiety gets worse. It’s hard to ignore all of the reminders.

“Peanut. I want to do the thing.”

“What thing?”

“Come on, we have to keep the train going! The readers want romance!”

“The readers?”

“Just get over here.” Wade pulls me over, grabbing his milkshake and adds another straw. He makes me sip at the same time as him. I really hope the anxiety isn’t too visible. But before he is able to see anything in my eyes I pull him close. Kissing his lips softly, I ignore Laura’s remarks. When I pause to breathe, I look at Wade. But all I see is Jean. I literally see Jean for a full 4 seconds. I stand quickly, but as Wade comes into view, the illusion of Jean disappearing, Laura comes to my side, still clingy from earlier.

“Dad. You ok? Please say something.”

I snap out of it, nodding quickly, hoping I wasn’t too out of place.

“Peanut… you ok? What’s wrong? Is it what happened earlier?” Wade says.

“What happened earlier?” Laura adds. It’s all falling apart. I wanted to hide it, push it out of my mess, but it’s spilling over, Wade is about to hear about everything, and Laura too. Before Wade can say anything I stand up, blankly walking inside the restaurant and into the restrooms. Splashing my face with water.

It’s all falling apart. My relationship, my memories, everything. My arms are shaky again, anxiety gone out of my eyes and etched to my face. Jean and Scott are everywhere… I need them gone. My arms are lightly shaking and I’m trembling. I have no idea why… well I know why, but I refuse to let it go through my head and process it. Wade walks in, but as he sees me trembling, he runs, wrapping his arms around my neck.

“It’s alright peanut. It’s ok. Laura told me. I’m sorry. Please tell me what’s going on.”

“I won’t…” I practically tremble.

“You won’t?” Wade says, tilting his head in confusion.

“I won’t think about it, I don’t want to. I need for it to go away.” By now, nonsense is spilling out, everything is happening too fast, every hit of Wade in my peripheral vision is a bit of Jean. Wade pulls me close, standing there, I’m trembling, he holds me tight. He seems to understand the bit of nonsense. I can almost hear Jeans yelling, “you bitch! You can’t let someone help you?!” It rings in his ears. Wade grabs his hand and leads him outside, Laura runs up to me.

“Papa… what’s wrong.?”

“Yeah, peanut. I know you don’t want to think about it, but please just tell me how we can make it better…”

They both want to help. Just like Jean and Scott did. I can almost feel the punches, the blasts from Scott opening up on my body. Although as I feel the side of my face, no blood, nothing.

I just stand there… Christ. I grown ass man, trembling in an Applebees. But by now I don’t care. Every second I see a person staring it’s like looking at Jean and Scott’s disappointing face…

“Leave me…”

“What?”

“Leave me Wade, break up, end whatever this is…”

I’m not looking at Wade, but I can feel the confusion.

“Why? Did I do something?!” Wade says, panicking a bit. How do I explain to him that no one did anything, but I did something, be his boyfriend (or whatever you might call this).

“No… it just never ends up good. I don’t want you to pity me or end up with my mess…” I say in an almost quivering voice. I’m a mess, what’s new.

“Peanut… Logan, no. I love you, what makes you think i pity you?” Wade says. Damn it… why do I have to put him in this position?! What’s wrong with me, why can’t I just suck it up and not try and fight tears in the middle of a restaurant like a screaming toddler… how do I explain everything? How do I tell Wade that it’s not him, it’s me. That it’s everyone I’ve had a relationship with. How do I tell him about Jean and Scott when I can’t look Wade in the eyes without seeing them?

Do I even tell him?

authors note: oh my lord, I’m sorry I’m dramatic. This is going good tho. Please, please, please, give me suggestions, I’ve hit writers block. Anyways, so yeah, if you read this and like it, I’m really glad, i love these two idiots so much anyways, I’ll have part 5 out soon :3

#logan wolverine #deadpool #deadpool and wolverine #logan howlett #wade wilson #poolverine #blind al #x men #i love these idiots #laura kinney #mary puppins

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billerak · 1 month ago

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Welp, finished first 4 chapters of Scarlet Hollow. Wish the book also updated for chapter 4, it may have motivated me to post screenshots.

Anyways, played as Mystic/Keen Eye because I figured it would let me gather the most amount of information. Didn't expect both of these options to also coat almost literally every interaction I had. I enjoyed the game and its humor. I'm sure it's not too surprising to say it gave me The Magnus Archive vibes.

Some important decisions i want to make a note of:

-Duke fucking died because I chose to save the dog. no regrets.

-Eventually fed peanuts to the mayor. No regrets.

-Invited everyone possible to the ghost thing. Got the achievement and everything.

-Gave away like 10 years of my life to an angry ghost. No regrets.

-Went for a romance with Stella. Some regrets. She's cool but she kind of already ditched me a couple of times in arguably dangerous situations and I have to wonder if she's the so called cat.

-Tranquilized Reese. Some regrets. I don't mind the whole monster thing but didn't want to sacrifice the Doc for that.

-Supported the strike. Will continue to support it. I try to build a good relationship with Tabitha but not at the cost of, you know, human rights.

-I think I managed to stay in good terms with everyone. Generally avoided confrontational conversations unless I very strongly believed it. Even with Wayne, surprisingly.

It was fun. I'm considering doing a second run as a more stoic character, maybe cynical, just to see how different the experience truly gets.

#Scarlet Hollow #Scarlet Hollow Spoilers

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thedivineerotic · 2 years ago

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The 4th House Experience Pt. 1:

(The Ugly Duckling)

Case Study: Lilo Pelekai

“Home is where the heart is.” - Anonymous

“Home is not where you live, it is where you belong.” - African Proverb

Out of all the water houses (4th, 8th and 12th), the 4th house is given the least amount of attention in online astrology circles, ironic considering that is the only one of the three houses to also serve as an angular house. It doesn’t share the dark, esoteric reputation that makes the 8th and 12th houses such popular houses, but just because it deals with relatively “lighter” topics such as family, the home, ancestry, roots and history doesn’t mean that it isn’t deep. As a matter of fact, one could argue that it is the deepest of the water houses seeing that it is the only one below the horizon. When I first delved into astrology, admittedly the 4th house was not one that garnered much of my attention and for a while I actually considered it one of the more boring of the astrology houses but upon further growth, study and reflection the depths of it became very apparent.

And they were presented perhaps no better than the little girl whose character won me over more than any Disney princess both as a kid and now.

The movie lilo and stitch ironically starts with Lilo swimming in the depths of the ocean. She rushes from the beach to make it to her hula dancing lesson. Upon getting there she is immediately singled out for being late, being wet and the seemingly strange explanation of why she had to feed the fish Pudge a peanut butter sandwich as he has control of the weather. Her instructor nor the other girls in the class understand the reasoning behind why her routine with Pudge the fish is so important and ostracize her, with the defacto leader of the small girls’ group Myrtle going as far as to call her “crazy.”

And immediately getting her ass beat because of it.

Unfortunately Lilo is ostracized by her peers, robbed of a sense of belonging from a very young age. Aside from her sister, her sole sense of belonging comes from her doll “Scrump” whose appearance scares the other girls and further causes her to feel like a misfit.

Later in the story we get the explanations to her seemingly strange behavior, we see that her Tuesday routine with Pudge and the importance of him controlling the weather comes because her parents died while driving in the rain. Her being nostalgic and an old soul sets her apart, her favorite artist being Elvis Presley. She latches onto “Scrump” because she is lonely and has no friends. She makes a wish on what she thinks is a shooting star and prays for a friend (wishes being an 11th house theme) and she is sent Stitch, an alien posing as a pet dog, fitting considering pets are a 6th house theme and the 4th house being 6 spaces from the 11th house. Although he too is different, something that uneases her older sister Nani almost immediately, and does not seem like a normal dog, Lilo embraces him from the very beginning, again speaking to Lilo’s nature to offer other misfits a sense of belonging like she herself doesn’t have.

The two misfits go on a series of adventures around the island, but even in that we can still see Lilo’s desperation to belong as she apologizes and still attempts to befriend the girls who have bullied her and treated both herself and Stitch as pariahs.

Later in their adventures we see them eating at Nani’s job. The 4th house is representative of the sign of Cancer, opposite of the 10th house which is representative of the sign of Capricorn. Nani displays many themes of the 10th house, tirelessly bouncing from job to job to provide for Lilo and although she initially wanted to fulfill Lilo’s wish and give her a companion, Stitch threatens her job search and the already flimsy structure of their house so much that she can’t afford the sympathy in gifting him a sense of belonging like Lilo can. She is just about to throw Stitch out of the house when Lilo brings up a quote from her deceased parents, Ohana.

“Ohana means family…”

Despite being a young girl, Lilo is very attached to the memory of her parents, keeping a picture of them underneath her pillow. She also keeps a physical book copy of the “The Ugly Duckling”. In it she explains the story of a baby duckling that is sad because “he’s been left behind by his family and nobody wants him. But they hear him crying and they find him and now he is happy because he knows where he belongs.”

The night when Stitch threatens to run away, he takes her copy of the Ugly Duckling with him. Lilo tries her best to convince him to stay, fearing losing the only friend other than Nani that she has ever had. When he still leaves, though disappointed she says that she will still never forget him as she “never forget anyone who leaves” before looking at the family picture with her parents again and tucking it back underneath her pillow.

The next morning Stitch comes back, trying to escape capture. Naturally she misses her friend and helps him to evade from Jumba and Pleakly trying to arrest him, even going so far as to sacrifice her doll “Scrump” to blow up in the latter’s face. Things unfortunately go too far when their literal house ends up being blown up. When Stitch finally reveals himself to be an alien, she feels betrayed, as if Stitch took advantage of her need for belonging with his need to escape (the 4th house and 9th house themes again being at odds as the 9th house is 8 spaces from the 4th house, the 8th house signifying deception and destruction). When she is taken instead of Stitch she feels defeated, fearing losing her older sister and her home of Hawaii, she officially belongs to nothing.

Someone that gave her a sense of belonging has left her behind once again.

Finally at the end, upon being rescued and securing Stitch as her pet and best friend for good, Lilo has finally found her sense of belonging. Despite being robbed of a life with her parents, her natural family, she is able to find a family, a tribe, one made up of her older sister along with fellow misfits and aliens just like her.

No one got left behind and no one got forgotten.

As a 4th Houser, depending on the conditions of the house, your sense of belonging has likely fluctuated throughout your life. No one knows to highs a sense of belonging brings and the low a sense of not belonging brings like you.

You may some severe abandonment issues and may have fought to be included, to feel you belong in circles where others were seemingly accepted easily. And if you have it, you fought hard not to loose it.

But in the end, you stop fighting to belong and another alien, or group of aliens, find you.

So even if people have left you in some circles, even if people have pushed you out of others, here's to finding and holding tight to your own “Ohana”.

And keeping onto those memories along the way!

Signed, The Divine Erotic (4th House Moon)

#lilo and stitch #lilo #nani #character analysis #film analysis #astrology #sidereal astrology #vedic astrology #4th house #4th house moon #4th house placements

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thefoxtherapist · 4 months ago

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Some wuwa characters and me giving them random allergies.

Aalto - dust/pollen energy just to make him suffer (he's also probably Lactose intolerant)

Mortefi - animal fur allergy. Silly scientist dragon dies from a cute cat.

Calcharo - giving him a dog allergy would be funny but I won't be mean. Chocolate, which for fun fact means he most likely also has a cockroach allergy

Scar - shellfish thankfully doesn't seem like someone who would like them anyways

Encore - peanuts. Badly wants to eat peanuts. Tries to eat peanuts. Eats the peanuts. Aalto is panicking. Verina saves the day

Baizhi - latex. Extremely inconvenient for a scientist but I just see it.

omg please these are all so good

Aalto just like me fr I too am allergic to dust, pollen, and lactose intolerant. thats my MAN!!!!

Xiangli Yao tries to gift Mortefi a hairless cat but his face still gets scratchy and red, like his chest scales omg

Scar the kinda guy who doesn't like fish but if you call him out for it he'll eat it raw

#༻Decree of theillusion0fliving #༻stygian #wuthering waves

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elliebyrrdwrites · 4 months ago

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Distantly, there’s a muffled voice. It’s like I’m stuff under water, stuck at the bottom of the seat and up above, there’s somebody shouting down at me. I can’t make out what they’re saying. I just know they’re trying to talk to me but I can’t make myself swim and break the surface.

My limbs are too heavy, like they’re full of lead. Vaguely, I’m aware of my cheek being slapped. There is no pain, I feel nothing. I’m not even fully inside of my body. The slaps increase, they grow firmer. Finally, I feel the sting of a palm cracking across my face. It’s hard enough to jolt my mind back into my body.

But I can’t open my eyes, they’re glued together and all of that gravel from last night is stuck inside of my throat, filling up my cheeks.

“Do you think you’re funny?” My father voice is loud, my head pulses with pain with each word he speaks.

My eyelids squeeze tighter together.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” His heel is digging into my thigh as he pushes and kicks at me, nudging me out of bed.

When I finally open my eyes, it feels like there’s sand and glue mixed together, fighting to keep them closed. Fuck me. I’ve always assumed, at some point, I’ve died.

But this is actual death. It feels like all of the blood has been drained from my body and filled with lead. It feels like my head is cracking open, exposing my skull, leaving it vulnerable for abuse.

Which is exactly what’s happening as my father’s hand smacks me over the top of the head. “How long have you been hiding this?”

I dodge his hand and pull myself out of bed, securely on the other side, away from him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I can barely get the words out, my head hurts so bad. I have to whisper just to not worsen the headache.

“You have made a fool out of yourself. You made a fool out of everyone!”

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Your fiance has locked herself in her room, refusing to come out. She’s humiliated. Her father,” Guy, her father’s name is Guy Greengrass. What kind of a name is Guy? It’s like his parents ran out of ideas. If you say it enough times, it feels like you’re trying to clear a glob of peanut butter off the roof of your mouth.

Despite the pain of my head cracking open and my stomach rolling like I’m stuck on a boat in torrent seas, I can’t help but laugh. I can’t help the giggles that bubble their way up my throat because I just can’t figure out why he’s so upset. But, it’s quite lovely.

“You sneaky little cunt!”

My eyebrows push up into my forehead, and I have to flinch to ignore the pain. “Ooh!” I run a hand over my mouth. It’s starting to water. I think I’m going to throw up. “Such pretty language for such an old man.”

“You’ve been hiding her all this time, haven’t you?”

My laughter dies. Is he talking about Granger? All this time, I thought he was the one hiding her from me. The point is, he’s realized I’ve been lying to him. And now I know he hasn’t been able to find her, either. What a clever little witch.

“It doesn’t matter,” he hisses. “You’ve made it impossible to cover up.”

My stomach heaves, and my cheeks puff up. I close my eyes and wait for the wave of nausea to pass. When it does, I kept them closed. I’m afraid the world will spin if I open them. “Would you please just tell me what the fuck you are talking about?”

“You’re drunk.” He sniffs the air. “No wonder it stinks in here. It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting. Getting drunk and declaring your love for a filthy mudblood on the eve of your wedding. Were you trying to commit suicide?”

“Actually,” I crack an eye open. “I was drunk yesterday.” He’s holding the Prophet in his hand. It’s rolled up tight, like he’s about to beat me like a dog. “So, that would mean that I am hungover.”

The point is, my father’s jaw is so rigid, he’s probably cracking his molars. His grey eyes are murderous. “Malfoy’s don’t drink.”

“Well, I do. Seeing as I’m about to commit suicide of the soul by walking down that aisle, I figure last night was as good a time as any to start. Now,” I lift my chin, gesturing to the paper on his hand. “If you’re through with all this foreplay, would you mind handing that over, so I can figure out what the hell it is you’re talking about.”

Father sniffs. He lifts his chin and narrows his eyes on me before tossing the Prophet onto the bed, unrolling to expose the front page. The photo replays over and over, on the loop all magical photos do. And in this photo, there’s the store front of Flourish and Blotts. There’s flowers lining the front of the store. Hundreds of pink roses.

There’s me and a bucket of paint. Im holding this bucket of paint and my wand and on the shop windows, there’s words painted there. Like red blood, the paint drips from each letter.

The words blink like a flashing, and changing each time.

The photo plays on a loop and from start to finish, a smirk grows on my face as I stare at the windows. As I stare at the words, my eyes seem to glow like the moon.

Well, I have gone and done it now. I’ve vandalized the beloved book shop of Diagon Alley, and I can’t remember a lick of it, but I have to believe it. Because I look down at my body and there’s red paint smudged down the front of my shirt.

I laugh because now I know Guy Greengrass is going to kill me. My father is going to kill me.

That is, if Granger doesn’t kill me first.

Because the words flash from one phrase to the next;

From, granger, i love you

i fucked up

Little fucking Jonas Dart.

#dramione #fanfic #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #dramione fanfiction #hermione x draco #hermione granger #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy first person pov #draco/hermione

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mydarllinglover · 1 year ago

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Alone || Claimed

Trigger Warning For This Chapter: Sexual Assult.

Daryl and Natalia eventually went back into the house, to find Beth sat in front of the piano, singing.

They stood in the doorway listening for a bit, but then Daryl seemed to have enough, clearing his throat and scaring the teenager, who whipped around to see the pair.

"The place is nailed up tight." He said. "The only way in is through the front door."

Daryl walked towards the now empty coffin, whilst Natalia sat down on the posh looking couch.

He lifted himself up, climbing in the coffin whilst they gave him confused looks.

"What are you doing?" Beth was brave enough to ask.

"This is the comfiest bed I've had in years." Daryl remarked, laying down.

"Really?"

"I ain't kidding."

Natalia refused the temptation of closing the lid.

"Why don't you go ahead and play some more?" Daryl said, once he was comfortable. "Keep singing."

"I thought my singing annoyed you."

"Daryl needs a lullaby so he can go to sleep." Natalia teased.

When he didn't argue, Beth turned around and began to play again.

The two adults sat in silence and enjoyed the music.

"So what happens if you eat it?" Beth had asked at breakfast the next morning.

"Well, I start to get itchy, then red and puffy, then my tongue, it'll swell, eventually my throat will close up and I can't breath, and cause there's no EpiPen, I'll die." Natalia stated.

"Just from nuts?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, it's how my dad died, when I was four, someone gave him something at work, didn't think to check the ingredient's or something, I don't know, I barely remember him, my mom didn't like to discuss it."

"Alright." Daryl nodded, screwing the lid of peanut butter tightly shut and tossing it into the sink.

Outside, the cans rattled.

All three jumped at the sound, but Daryl was the first to stand up, grabbing his crossbow.

"Stay." He ordered, before walking out the kitchen and towards the front door.

Obviously, Natalia didn't listen, going to follow, but then so did Beth.

Daryl checked the gaps in the door before opening it, finding a one eyed dog.

"It's just a damn dog." He called out, he bent down, letting the dog sniff him "Come here, boy."

The dog yelped before running away.

Admitting betrayal and defeat, Daryl stood back up, closing the door.

"He wouldn't come in?" Beth asked.

"I told you to stay back."

"Yeah, but Daryl, you said there was a dog." Beth smiled.

"Maybe he'll come back around. Come on." He led the two back to the kitchen.

"Maybe he belongs to the owner, and Daryl scared him off." Natalia thought out loud.

"Brave thing for someone who's scared of a nut, to say." Daryl grumbled.

"I'm not scared, dumbass, I could die."

"Sounds like scared to me."

Later that night, they were sat around the table once again.

"I'm gonna leave a thank you note." Beth shared as they ate.

"Why?" Daryl asked, spooning out jelly to eat.

"For when they come back. If they come back."

"It's been a day, It feels kinda unlikely." Natalia sighed, taking a sip of diet soda.

"Even if they're not coming back, I still want to say thanks."

"Maybe you don't have to leave that." Daryl decided, catching Beth and Natalia's attention. "Maybe we stick around here for a while. They come back, we'll just make it work. They may be nuts, but maybe it'll be alright."

"So you do think there's still good people around." Daryl shrugged. "What changed your mind?"

"You know." He smiled at her.

"What?" Beth continued.

"Maybe it has something to do with a girl writing thank you notes after eating someone's stash." Natalia answered with a small smile.

"Oh." Beth said quietly, her cheeks warming up slightly as she fiddled with the pen.

The cans outside rattled, and a dog barked before drastically changing into a whine.

"I'm gonna give that mutt one more chance." Daryl said, grabbing the jar of pigs feet.

"Nah, I got it, dogs actually like me." Natalia stood up, "You'll just scare him off again."

Daryl grumbled as she left the room, heading for the door.

She opened it with a smile on her face, but instead of being met with the one eyed dog, a herd of walkers reached out as they snarled.

She pushed against the door to shut it, but struggled against the weight.

"Daryl!" She screamed out, who ran to the hallway in a matter of seconds. "Get Beth out of here!"

"Beth! Beth!" He called, running to help push the door closed.

The teenager came out the kitchen, holding his crossbow and Natalia's gun, quickly tossing the weapons to the pair.

"Go, run!" He ordered, pushing Natalia to go.

"What? No! I'm not leaving you!" Natalia argued.

"We ain't got time for this, help her, I'll be right behind you!"

Natalia groaned in frustration, bolting down the hallway, pushing Beth ahead of her as Daryl moved away from the door, shooting a walker as he followed.

"Pry open a window, Get your shit!" Daryl shouted, heading a separate way, the walkers following him.

"We're not gonna leave you!" Beth cried out, being led by Natalia, who was focused on getting the girl out of the house, just like he had told her to do.

"Go out. Go up the road, I'll meet you both there."

"Go, go, he'll meet us." Natalia encouraged. "Swear to god Dixon, if he gets himself killed, I'll kill him myself." She muttered with clenched teeth.

Whilst Daryl was leading the herd downstairs, Natalia shoved Beth into a room, shutting the door and barricading it with her body, the stragglers had found them.

"Beth, the window, I'll be right behind you, go!" She told her.

"But-"

"Now! Go!" Natalia ordered.

Beth hesitated but then ran to the window, lifting it up and crawling out.

Once she was out of shot, Natalia prepared herself before throwing herself off the door, using the gun, to knock the first walker that fought through the threshold backwards into the other, causing a small domino effect to give her enough time to wiggle out the window and on to the ground.

She jumped up just as a walker was about to fall on her, moving out the way and kicking it away, before sprinting towards the road.

"Beth! Beth?" She called out. "Shit! Beth!"

The blonde teenager was nowhere in sight.

The only evidence of her presence was the black bag she had been carrying.

Daryl came rushing around the corner.

"Where is she?" He asked.

"I - I don't know, she got out before me, I told her I'd be right behind her!" Natalia stammered, her voice was full of panic.

A black car with a white cross on the rear windshield, sped off down the road in front of them.

"Beth! Beth!" They repeatedly called out as the pair began to chase the car. "Beth!"

They followed the road way into the day, not able to catch up to the vehicle but refused to give up.

Natalia was drenched in sweat and her lungs were burning, as she slowed down, holding her side as a painful stitch tore at her, Daryl was the same.

"She could be anywhere!" Natalia said in an almost whimpering voice, doubling over as she tried to catch her breath.

Daryl sat down on the ground, admitting defeat as he stared at the road crisscrossed.

Natalia dropped down beside him, laying on her back as she tried to calm her racing heart.

The sound of someone approaching caught their attention after a while.

"Well, lookit here." A mans voice said.

Natalia opened her eyes, noticing that six middle aged men, who looked no way friendly, had circled around the pair.

Natalia sat up suddenly, clutching her gun as she looked around at them.

Daryl on the other hand, had stayed still, barely lifting his head.

What looked to be the leader, approached, reaching down, but Daryl was quick to snap to attention, punching the guy, knocking him on his back so that he could aim his crossbow at the mans face.

Natalia stood up as well, aiming her gun at the first person to aim at Daryl.

"Damn it, hold up!" The man shouted.

"I'm claiming the vest" A man with an bow and arrow said. "I like them wings."

"Shut the fuck up." Natalia told him in an icy tone.

"I'm claiming the little spitfire." Another man looked the woman up and down with a sickly grin.

"Hold up." The man on the floor repeated. Wiping his nose and smiling at the trail of blood, before he burst into laughter.

He then got to his feet as he continued to smile.

"A bowman." The man said. "I respect that. See, a man with a rifle, he could be some kinda photographer or soccer coach back in the day. But, a bowman's a bowman through and through. What you got there, 150-pound draw weight? I'll be donkey-licked if that don't fire at least 300 feet per second. I've been looking for a weapon like that. Of course, I'd want one with a bit more ammo and, uh, minus the oblongata stains."

The man with the bow laughed.

"Get yourself in some trouble, partner?" He asked.

"You pull that trigger, these boys are gonna drop you seven times over, then no doubt, your lady friend is gonna start shooting, then we'll deal with her soon after and you don't want to make us waste a pretty face like that, do ya? Is that what you want?"

Daryl didn't let up.

"Come on, fella, suicide is stupid. Why hurt yourself and your lil missy when you can hurt other people?" He smiled. "Name's Joe."

Daryl lowered his crossbow, but Natalia kept a tight grip on gun.

"Daryl." He rasped.

"And the lady?" Joe didn't even bother to spare a look, continuing to speak to the man.

"Natalia." She answered for herself.

"You can put the weapon down, sweetie, we ain't a threat." Another man said. "You even know how to use that?"

"Want me to prove it?" She snapped.

"Daryl, why don't you tell your girl to put the gun down, we're all friends here." Joe said.

Daryl stared at the man for a minute, seemed to be thinking. Eventually, he raised his arm, pushing the gun, Natalia was holding, down.

"Daryl?" She looked at him.

He shook his head, not giving her a response.

"Right then, lets get going." Joe clapped his hands together, turning around and continuing down the road.

"Daryl." Natalia tried again, when some of the others followed the leader, two of them trailed back to watch the pair

"Come on." He told her, gently pushing her back so that she would walk.

She couldn't believe he had actually surrendered like that, even after how they were all treating her like a piece of meat, that she was the one who had to back down, If she wasn't sure that they wouldn't just shoot her in the back of the head if she marched away, she would have left him there, quicker than he could reload his crossbow.

She was still seething when they decided to set up camp in the middle of the woods.

Natalia tried to fight sleep as much as she could, she didn't trust that she'd be safe if she closed her eyes for even a second, if not from walkers, but their new acquaintances.

She was quick to throw on her sweatshirt when she just about had enough of the lingering or blatantly obvious stares from members of the party, she was more mad about how it seemed that Daryl couldn't even pick up on anything, Natalia felt slightly betrayed by him.

She hadn't even realised she'd dozed off until she was startled awake, Daryl was gone, but his stuff was still beside her, so he hadn't completely ditched her.

Natalia stood up quietly, making sure she had her weapons on her, and they hadn't fallen out of place and onto the ground, in her short lived slumber, she checked once again that the men hadn't woken up, then ducked under the barbed wired perimeters.

It was still dark, but the sun was about to rise, she could only just see in front of her, as she set out to find Daryl, and maybe beat some sense into him.

Natalia had been walking for only a little while, when someone approached behind her.

She whipped around to met with who she believed to be Harley, the one who had made a "claim" on her.

She stared at him, her knife clenched in her hand as she waited for him to give her a reason to stab him.

"Whatcha doing out here all by yourself?" He asked.

"None of your damn business." Her brows were furrowed as she stared at him through her lashes.

"No need to be so hostile, I ain't hurt ya." He put his hands up in surrender.

Natalia didn't let up.

"Surprised yer boyfriend left ya alone, see, if it were me, I wouldn't let a girl like you outta my sights, not around a group of people like that."

"He's not my boyfriend, and I don't belong to anybody." She let out through clenched teeth.

"That so?" He took a few steps further.

A twig snapped a few metres behind her, distracting her for only a moment, she looked over her shoulder but nothing was there, must've been a small animal running by, but it was enough noise to let her guard down for the other enemy to advance.

Harley grabbed her arm with the knife, tugging her towards him.

"Hey! Get off of me" She demanded, trying to pull away, but he was stronger.

"Easy now, been a while since I've seen something so perdy." He trailed a finger down her cheek as he pushed her against a tree, she flinched away from him. "You think of screaming, ya just gonna make things a lot harder for yourself."

"Please, don't-"

"You don't wanna do that" He laughed cruelly, squeezing her wrist tightly, causing her to drop her knife to the floor. "That's just gonna make things even more fun."

He forced his knee between her legs, using both hands to push her arms behind her back, so he'd have a hand free without threat of her trying to escape, she gave him a hard time as she tried to wriggle away, but it only made his disgusting grin wider.

His free hand trailed around her neck, before sliding down, slipping under her sweatshirt, his fingers danced around the fabric of her bra, his nails digging into the flesh as he sniffed her hair.

Natalia bit her lip as she tried to hide away from him as much as possible, it wasn't enough. Her eyes pooled as his hand trailed back down her body, playing with the button of her cargo's.

She felt hopeless as he flicked it open, pulling the zipper down, she knew there was no chance she could fight him off, and she couldn't even grab a weapon either, if she tried to scream, she would only bring more trouble, whether it'd be his friends or the undead, there'd be no chance he wouldn't leave her for dead and defenceless, It made her feel worse to know that she had no idea where Daryl was, that he just abandoned her.

"You try to tell your boy, it's gonna cost him, lying is one of our rules, you don't wanna get him dead now, do ya?" He asked as he slipped his hand down, causing her to let out a squeak of fear and unwantedness, that he clearly took the wrong way, or maybe he didn't at all. "See, you want this really, don't you, pretty thing, no need to cry." He teased her as he felt her up.

A tear rolled down her cheek as he inserted two digits at once, she could feel the metallic taste as she continued to bite down on her lip, to prevent noise or bile.

"Missed this. You're so tight." He groaned.

Once he seemed to be satisfied, he pulled his hand out, winking at her as he not so discreetly sniffed his fingers before placing them in his mouth, sucking them clean. "Don't bother tryna run off either, we'll find ya, I ain't done just yet." His smile was cruel as he let go of her, backing away without taking his eyes off the woman. "Heads up." He nodded behind her.

Natalia, who had mentally shut off during half of the torture, snapped awake, looking around the tree and spotting a blurry walker heading for her, through her tear filled eyes.

She shakingly bent down, sweeping up the knife on the floor, mustering back all her strength to stab the blade into the walkers skull, imagining it to be Harley as she let herself cry for the first time that she could even remember.

She felt humiliated and weak about what had just happened, crumbling even more when she did the button of her cargos back up, herself, causing her stomach to empty on her recent walker kill. Natalia thought she had no choice but to put herself back together and walk back to the group, her self-esteem and worth had plummeted making her think she truly wouldn't be able to survive and get away on her own, she truly considered going back and shooting the man in the face before he even got a chance to realise, not caring that they'd take her down in a matter of seconds, but they'd take Daryl down as well, the voice of Harley came back to her, reminding her that if she squealed, they'd kill him, and then what, she'd be worser off.

Natalia would just have to make sure she didn't let the redneck leave her side again, she could prevent the sick bastard from getting another chance.

"There you are, was beginning to make us think we'd have to go and hunt you down." Another man, Billy jeered, when Natalia got back to the camp, except it was all packed up and they were ready to leave.

Daryl was distanced from them, she felt his heavy stare but she couldn't bring herself to meet it.

The group of 8 walked along the train tracks, She watched Harley, Billy and Dan as they were chatting and joking together, she had a slight idea of what, when the two latter's would occasionally look back and give her a smirk.

Len and Tony walked behind them, Daryl and Joe were further back.

Natalia walked at the end, keeping a wide distance as she willed herself to just run off into the woods and never look back, but every time Daryl looked over his shoulder and made sure she was there, her legs would stay on route.

"So, what's the plan, Daryl?" Joe had asked.

"How so?"

"You're with us now, but you ain't soon?"

Natalia's ears had perked up, she had made it obvious to him that she never wanted to stick around, and unbeknownst to him, her exact reasonings came true.

"Yep."

"So what's the plan?"

Daryl looked over his shoulder once again, making sure she was still there, before answering him.

"Just looking for the right place is all."

"Oh, we ain't good enough for you and your lady, huh?"

"Some of you ain't exactly friendly, or the gentlemanly type." He pointed out.

"You aint so friendly yourself. And as for her" Joe gave Natalia a nod. "They're gonna stare all they want, you don't get much women out here no more, no offence, Natalia" He over pronounced her name. "Can't blame them for that, just human nature, no disrespect by it. Should be proud."

"Yeah, a real badge of honour" She couldn't hold her tongue as she spat the words at him.

"They can keep their eyes to themselves." Daryl muttered, a threating tone in his voice.

"You know you need a group out here." Joe changed the topic of conversation.

"Maybe we don't" He shook his head.

"No, you do. You should be with us."

A walker was straggling towards the train tracks, snarling at them.

"People don't have to be friendly. We don't have to be nice. We don't have to be brothers in arms." Joe continued.

Tony walked off the tracks, catching the walkers attention as she barrelled for him.

He pushed her with his gun into Dan, who pushed against her weight and let Billy plunge a crowbar into her skull.

"We just gotta follow the rules. You claim. If you steal, you keel. I know that sounds a little funny, but nobody laughs when something goes missing. And you don't lie. 'Cause that's a slippery slop indeed."

"What happens if you break 'em?" Daryl asked.

"Oh, you catch a beatin'. The severity of which depends upon the offence and the general attitude of the day. But that don't happen much, 'cause when men like us follow rules and cooperate a little bit, well, the world becomes ours."

After his little speech, Joe whistled to the rest of the group.

"Right there. It's our abode for the evening." Joe told them, pointing at the rusty metal garages.

"Hey." Daryl caught Joe's attention. "There ain't no us."

"You leaving right now?" Joe asked, his eyes moving to glance at Natalia then going back to the man.

Natalia begged him to say yes and start walking, but instead he said nothing at all.

"No? Then it sure seems like there's an us." Joe walked ahead but stopped once again. "You a cat person, Daryl?" He didn't give him a chance to answer. "I am. Loved 'em since I was three years old. Vicious creatures, bit like this one here" He nodded at Natalia, who scowled back. "Anyway, I'll tell you, and this is true, ain't nothing sadder than an outdoor cat that thinks he's an indoor cat."

As the group headed towards the garages, Natalia stared ahead at the train tracks, fighting with her own brain to make her legs move, to forget about Daryl and to just run until she couldn't move.

"You alright?" Daryl hit the back of her hand with his own, pulling her out of her own mind.

"What?"

"You alright?" He repeated.

"Don't leave me again." She practically pleaded, she wanted to kick herself for feeling like a scared little girl, having to rely on him.

"Something happen?" He asked, stepping closer as he inspected her.

Natalia shook her head, looking back at the train tracks, begging the images in her mind to go away.

"Nat, if something happened-"

"No, just, don't, okay?"

"Fine, I won't." He backed off, nodding his head.

"Good, you had me looking all around the woods for you, I was worried."

"Hey, come on." Joe called over to them, as he stood with the rest of the claimers.

Daryl and Natalia were the last to enter, the place, him pulling the door shut behind her.

About 5 cars were spread around the garage, they didn't look like they could start, much to Natalia's annoyance.

"They ain't here." Tony told the others as Daryl was pulling a sheet of one of the cars. "Nobody's been here for a while. Whoever was, they got all the gas."

"That don't matter." Joe replied. "We're getting closer, I can feel it."

"Claimed." Billy kicked Daryl's stuff away from the car him and Natalia were stood by.

"Hey, you can't-"

"Come on." Daryl pulled her away, grabbing his stuff.

The men went around claiming the cars, leaving the pair stuck with the floor.

"Assholes." Natalia muttered to herself, taking off her sweatshirt so that she could use it as a pillow.

"What happened to your wrist?"

"Huh?" She looked at Daryl, confused about what he had just said.

"Your wrist." He said, taking hold of her arm and getting a better look at the bruising around it, Natalia didn't realise a mark was left, the other pain was a lot worse.

"Oh, nothing." She tugged her arm out of his grasp.

"That don't look like nothing."

"It's nothing, so just go to sleep or something, I don't care." Natalia rolled over, her back facing him as she stared at the tiny gap between the door, waiting for it to turn dark.

Once night had come, and she was sure the others were asleep, she snuck up, grabbing her sweatshirt and slowly sliding the door open, in order for it to not squeak.

Natalia sat outside the garage, a cigarette in hand as she thought about the past few days, from going to the college to save their people, to losing the prison as well as her friends and family and Sully, to Beth going missing, to this morning.

She had little faith in the thought of her friends being alive, but that stupid voice nagged at her that they were strong, they weren't quitters, especially Rick and Michonne, the grim reaper was running from them, but she pushed it down, hope can get you killed.

"Hypocrite." That familiar raspy voice appeared from beside her.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Natalia asked Daryl.

He only shrugged before taking a seat beside her, taking out his own box of cigarettes, placing one between his lips and lighting it.

"Thought you bailed on me, did a runner."

"Can't say I wasn't tempted." She drawled, staring up at the sky full of stars.

"I know they ain't great, but-"

"They're fucking pricks." Natalia interrupted.

"But we ain't gonna be sticking around for long."

"Lets just go now, grab our stuff and head off, continue looking for Beth, we don't need these people."

"We have no idea where to even start, Beth could be anywhere." He shook his head, staring at the dirt by his shoes.

"Anywhere away from here is a start."

"We'll leave when the time is right, when I find somewhere that you can actually stay safe."

"Where I can stay safe? Daryl that isn't your problem or concern, you don't need to look for somewhere to keep me safe, I'm not your responsibility."

He didn't respond, his hands slightly shook as he took a drag.

"Wait, is that why we're with these people, cause you think it'll help protect me? Look around, that's further from the truth." She raised her voice only slightly.

"That's why ya being so secretive about something, I already failed Beth, I ain't gonna let anything happen to you either."

"Daryl, listen to me." Natalia pressed. "Beth was not your responsibility, okay? If anything, it's my fault she's gone, I'm the one who told her to run, I took too long for god knows who to snatch her up, okay? But I am not your responsibility either, you don't need to keep me safe or protect me or look over me, I'm a big girl, I've been surviving on my own for a long time. We're a team, we're equal, if you're looking out for me, I'm doing the exact same, but don't feel like you owe me your services of protection, anything that happens to me is my own fault, don't you dare blame yourself if that ever happens, got it?"

Daryl shook his head, still not answering.

Natalia sighed, scooting closer to him, she raised her hand, sliding her palm down his arm and lacing her fingers in his, she was surprised when he squeezed back, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know you blame yourself for everyone, for Hershel, Beth, the others, but it's not your fault, it was never your fault, you've done so much for the group, you're a good person, don't think I just forgot how you defended me when Bob was gonna shoot at the college." She teased. "But you need to stop acting like a burden, like you always have to prove to people why you're around, you ain't the best conversationalist, but believe it or not, some people actually like your company." She teased, earning a scoff and a shove. "Myself included. So, lets just go, okay, if we leave now, by the time the sun comes up, these fuckheads will be in the dust."

"We will, just not yet. Can't."

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Crack shipping is stupid af-no shipping is stupid. why should we care about which character marries who. Look dbz may have a toxic fanbase bit at least most of these fucks don't give dog craps about who's vagina Goku/Vegeta fuck and even then they don't take the GokuxVegeta as seriously as SnS do because there isn't anything pointing at them being gay or having feelings for each other which sns love to but that ship dies with one panel where Naruto is disgusted by kissing Sasuke and disgusted again when Kurama reminds him of it.

Back to the point. I said shipping is stupid because in the end it's the author's choice to have a character fuck another example chokarui who the fuck thought of that? It makes people forget what the story is even about like that one fuck who thinks Sakura is an example of hardwork when it's Fucking talent. Naruto is hardwork and even then the show is about friendship not that, the plot of H vs T is only with Lee not everyone anyways and that people don't understand how Underdogs fucking work. A good example is Goku vs Frieza because at first Goku was being beaten the shit out of him making him an underdog. Underdog is the character who's at an disadvantage which Naruto is always him being jinnchuriki and Minato's son didn't make anything better it just made it worse for him socially and mentally because he couldn't know who his parents fucking are.

Heck actually thanks to fucking Hinata did his social position even change. In the chunin exams when he defeated Neji is when everyone acknowledged him and it was thanks to Hinata."But everyone could have cheered him up" no Maybe Sasuke and Lee could but no Shikamaru doesn't know Naruto much at this point Sakura has the emotional maturity of a teenager (I don't hate her but saying she could give Naruto that kind of speech that Hinata gave him is like saying a veterinarian can cure testicular cancer, Sakura barely understands him and doesn't know how it feels like to be a failure like him ,Lee and HINATA are.) Jiraiya could but where the fuck was he. Kakashi is always late (they're my favorite character with Tobirama) Lee only could because he's a failure and Sasuke is a 50/50 you take your guess if he'll make it better or worse considering his inferiority to Itachi.Back to what I was saying, thanks to him upper cutting Neji did the Village's people start seeing him in a different light, they acknowledged that He's strong and Maybe not that bad. Did Sasuke/Sakura do that? No because again Kishimoto wanted fucking NH and I'll always point to that because of Hinata interfering in pain that Naruto met his Dad and defeated Pein and was named Konoha's hero/child of miracles of some stupid shit he probably doesn't care about as of now. Did Sakura go there and help him. No she didn't so stfu. Kudos to Kurama because he too helped in those times where his powers had a positive effect on Naruto's status (defeat Neji and Nagato) so my heart goes to that silly Fox .My point is that Hinata (with Kurama) had a very positive impact on Naruto's social status from Zero to Hero that most of this goddamn idiotic Fandom can't see because they have a peanut sized brain.Let me make it clear I am not a NaruHina fan nor did I ship but for God sake it makes better sense than whatever the fuck NaruSaku are cooking. Sns is just straight up creepy dude, they feminize Sasuke like he's some fucking doll. Bro has more testosterone than the average Kpop star (no hate towards them). Look at his adult design in Boruto and I dare you to say to me If he's feminine. And look I've seen femboys and Sasuke is no femboy

Fandoms are fucking disgusting with how stupid they can be. Naruto and Hinata are trans. How? If you're going to use a stupid argument and tell me I am transphobic because of that it just shows you're easily offended. I've always know thier Canonical straight male and female so why should I entertain your headcannon? Heck I don't entertain any headcanons on Characters' sexuality because it fucking idiotic and stupid. Why should I make a 100 page essay on Proving Naruto is gay when it's debunked by a single panel? It's just pure idiocy that's what it is.I love how people say Sakura giving SPR to Naruto is a "Kiss" and WOOO YEAAHH A WIN FOR NARUSAKUUUU!! When it's non consensual. So Sakura is a sexual harasser? Great way to defend NaruSaku with admitting that sexual harassment is ay-okay. Fucking retards"Ooo but Hinata stalked Naruto" yeah but did she cause him harm? "But she didn't try to talk to him when they were kids" good try retarted mother fucker but go read the chapter where that one Kumo guy and Naruto talked about B's past after that Naruto had gone to a spiked cliff and started having a flashback to his first fight with Sasuke which guess what. Hinata tried to cheer Naruto on so go do research before you try and open that toxic waste of a mouth you fucking idiots.

This fandom is full of shitheads and retards and Naruto on reddit is cesspool because when you dare and say that Temari is bland and overrated it's like you just opened Pandora's box for everything unholy. Then again people would hate you for starting the truth and dare say Hinata is better then Temari (not a Hinata fan btw. Temari is bland character that barley has any depth and so is Konan. Tsunade is the best out of all of them and if anyone would question me on that their just pure delusional).

And don't get me on Tenten/NejiTen. Is TenTen even a thing? Personally I thought everyone just forgot she existed and I personally don't like to act like I care about a character because I really don't care about her or team 9. Only Gai really.

She would have been good female character! How? Would she have effected the story? Because Hinata Sakura Tsunade did. Konan just stalled the story Hinata and Sakura and Tsunade did by supporting Naruto. How can Tenten or Temari do that. Konan could but she chose to kill Obito failed anyways.Heck Shisui the guy who we barley know shit about is a better character. No screentime all the relevance bruh Itachi and Danzo can't exist without Shisui he's the fucking King of this shit show. he's a good character because he affected the story and wasn't used as a plot device to explain the rotation.These people forget that the story revolves around Naruto and Everything needs to be revolved around him or someone close to him to affect the story.Itachi is revolved around Sasuke which is associated with Naruto Shikamaru wanted revenge on the Akatsuki which associate with Naruto Danzo is revolved about being Hokage which is associated with Tsunade and therefore Naruto. Yiu basically get it the story is always about Naruto so you need to have an effect on him have relevance. Naruto and Dragon ball have the most retared fandoms out there and goodlord they need a life and higher brain capacity .

This answer is too damn long of a rant.

I know crack shipping is the worse like ships that are some what reasonable is one thing, but when people ship somthing the clearly isn't going to work and try force feeding it to others is the worse. I really hate it when people act as if sns has any chance of happening cause it wasn't since neither Naruto or Sasuke are gay like you said.

Normal shipping is fine though as some pairings are quite reasonable or could happen if the author wanted it. Its just that some fans get out of hand especially when it was clear what the end game was going to be like with Naruto, Hinata was set up as the only possible love interest with her having a crush on him since her introduction.

Sakura is as far as possible from an example of hard work she has the talent, but wasted it by refusing to work hard unless someone was holding her hand. The show is about a lot of things hardwork, friendship, loneliness. There are a lot of messages in series as long as this.

Yeah no one other then Hinata could have picked up Naruto before the Neji fight for the simple reason no one else would be able to get him to let his guard down and drop his mask like he did for Hinata. Hinata has always been gentle and soft even during the exam showed kindness to Naruto wanting to help him in the written exam despite how it could get her in trouble. None of the characters could make him able to show his weak side and drop his fake confidence as none of them are the kind of characters who wouldn't make Naruto worse if he dropped his guard. Most would make fun of him or wouldn't have an idea what to say even Jiraiya at that point isn't close enough to Naruto to give him the support he needed.

NaruHina has always made sense it was clear they were going to be together and it only became certain as the series went on as every interaction ends up happening during big plot points.

Totally know what you mean about people acting as if Naruto and Hinata are trans is canon. Like seriously its not even headcanon its just forcing the idea due to their own insecurities and then trying to force feed to everyone in the Naruto fandom. If you point out the truth and facts they cry transphobic just cause you disagree with what they are so desperate to have as canon.

Sakura fans acting like SPR was a kiss in annoying the mood and setting did not have that kind of atmosphere at all it was medical treatment nothing more. In other manga yeah if the author intentionally plays up SPR and really sets the atmosphere then it can count as a kiss, but in Sakura's it was only medical treatment and even then it means little when Sakura pulls out the seal not long after when previously she complained about running out of chakra when Naruto was dying.

Hinata isn't even a stalker she only admired Naruto when he was in public places and as you pointed out did not harm him in anyway. Heck her attention would be far from unwanted if Naruto knew she was there he would have invited and befriended her and let Hinata watch and train with him in the open.

Temari isn't that bad she does have influence on both Shikamaru and Gaara who go on to influence Naruto. She is a side character though so she doesn't get shown that much nor her own character arc. I found her character interesting though as it becomes clear that she has always cared for Gaara even when he was his worse like a sister should. Plus her relationship with Shikamaru is a good overall.

Tenten could have been shown more out of the side characters she really didn't get a decent showing. I like NejiTen to me its the only Neji ship that makes any sense and a Hyuga weapon master sounds bad ass. Overall though she really did end up being forgotten about in the story and the only way she could influence Naruto is through her interactions with Neji, Hinata or Lee.

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