#go till the field then we’ll talk

[arodabi]

Love talking to fellow gay people and seeing them talk about how they’re such a cowboy

Buddy you do not even have the constitution to be a farm hand

Go wrangle some chickens or something

[inkdrinkerworld]

I saw you're looking for more post prison spencer and sunshine reader!

What about sunshine reader having a badass moment and save spencer from an unsub? Spence would definitely be worried but amazed at the same time

Only if you want to write it haha thanks! I love your writing always ❤️ 💕

cw: mentions of episode '300' and Spencer and Garcia being taken by the cult. Spencer suffers from a busted lip, broken nose and being in love, so does the reader :)

You were cold with worry and anger. They’d taken Spencer and Penelope from right under your nose. You were gone twenty minutes and the entire BAU is shut down and ripped open because they’re gone. 

Then Penelope came back, disheveled and shaking and you were seeing red. “We’ll find him, Penny.” You whisper to her as you strap your kevlar vest on and set your guns to your hips and boot. 

“Be safe.” She says, gaze wild as Tara ushers her to a seat and you all begin filing out to an SUV. 

When you get to the field, you can hear Spencer talking but you’re not focused on that. 

Emily would have you sit down in her office after this is all over to tell you that you were militant and that you probably hadn’t done everything by the book, but you don’t care. 

You take down two of the guards Ben’s believers have hovering the entrances, and you wait till you catch Spencer’s eyes before breathing out slowly. 

Emily and Matt cover your sides as you sneak around to the back of their altar. 

You’re moving outside of your body, your mind just focused on freeing Spencer and getting to him safely. You just feel your body, using your training to knock them out rather than shoot at them. 

“FBI,” JJ announces and then the gunfire ensues. 

You’re aware of taking down two more members of the believers who try aiming their guns at you and Spencer before Emily, Luke and Tara are barking orders. 

“Hands where we can see them. Everybody on the ground!” Your ears feel stuffed with cotton, all you can see is Spencer; his face bruised and his nose looking a little more crooked than it usually is. 

You cut Spencer free of the rope, arms around his neck as you hold him close. 

“They burst your lip.” Your hands bury themselves in his hair, holding his face close to your shoulder. 

“I’m okay,” he whispers back. Eyes closed and breathing you in. “How’s Penelope?” 

You sigh, “She’s okay, a little shaken up but I’m gonna call her. Let her know we saved you.” 

He breathes a laugh through his nose, pulling away and finding you more worried than he’d expected. 

“It’s not the first time I’ve been with them.” You know Spencer’s trying to make this situation seem lighter but your frown worsens. 

“Spencer, that is not the comforting thought you think it is.” 

He laughs outright this time, walking with you back to the SUV. You call Penelope as soon as you’re back in the car. 

“Hey Pen, we got him and we’re on our way back to you.” She breathes a long sigh over the phone. 

“I’m okay Garcia, thank you for helping save me.” 

The phone call doesn’t last much longer, and you use the time to just stare at Spencer as you sit next to each other in the back. 

“They broke your nose. And you’re going to mottle on your pretty cheekbones.” 

Spencer rolls his eyes. “I set it already, plus the bruising can be helped if I ice.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, your hands hovering near Spencer’s face. He leans into your hand and you smile, your thumb grazing his bottom lip and your index finger brushing his nose. 

“You should take martial arts classes,” you say softly. 

“I don’t like cardio, not that type anyway.” He says the last part so quietly you almost miss it, but you choke on your gasp all the same. 

“It would help stop all these abductions. You could disarm your attacker much easier if you did,” 

“Jiu jitsu, I know. It’s too coordinated and I’m too clunky at that sort of stuff.” 

Your eyes glint with mischief as you pull away your hands from his face. “But you’re good at other types of cardio?” 

He smiles, his dimples popping out making you want to poke his cheek. 

“How’re you feeling? No shaking with the adrenaline comedown?” Spencer deviates from your loaded question with one of his own. His eyes scan your entire body, focusing on your eyes and your hands. 

“I’m just tired now, Spence. Kicking ass is tough. Is the adrenaline supposed to do that?” He nods, you lean your head on his shoulder. 

“Yeah, you can sleep but I think it might be better to stay awake so you can do your reports once we get to Quantico.” Spencer knows how anal you are about doing your reports right after wrapping a case when the memories and details are fresh and unstained by how you wish things went. 

“No, I can do it. I won’t forget it if I sleep,” you yawn. “Plus, I could feel your eyes on me the entire time so you can look it over to make sure I didn’t miss any details.” 

Spencer laughs, Emily and Luke filing into the SUV as he strokes your arm, lulling you closer to sleep. 

“You’re ridiculous, but I’ll look it over for you, sweet girl. Get some sleep.” 

Emily cuts Spencer a look from the rear-view mirror that has his cheeks flushing but he ignores it in favor of setting his cheek to your head and closing his eyes as well; the smell of you flooding his senses as he starts dozing off.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi! Can I request a reader x xaden fic where she gets badly hurt and he freaks out. The ending is up to you. Thank you

Not responsible for this. That’s your warning. You asked.

Breathe me in

“What’s up with you today?”, you nudged your boyfriend’s shoulder as you finally managed to find him in the back room of the training hall. Xaden simply shrugged, reaching for another dagger to throw. But you quickly stepped in front of him. “We don’t do that”, you crossed your arms over your chest, “Talk to me”, you breathed.

You could tell from the way his jaw clenched that he was calculating his answer. “I don’t like the formation they are sending out today”, he said drily. “For the petrol?”, you questioned and Xaden only nodded. “We never flown over there. Ever. And suddenly we have a new location to go to?”, he shook his head in frustration. “You think it’s a setup?”, you brushed your fingers over his back hoping to give him at least some comfort. “Who knows… I doubt it, they are sending the best. Killing them off…”, Xaden trailed off. “Well, I care because you are on the list so, I ain’t looking to lose you”, you leaned forward, kissing his chest before nuzzling into him. “So are you and I guess that’s why I am so… On edge. I don’t want to bring you into an ambush”, he admitted, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. “We would give them hell”, you muttered, making Xaden let out a low chuckle, “We would but let’s hope that we don’t have to”.

Now he wished he hadn’t brought you. Wished it would have been him and the boys. Because he had lost you and Imogen when the fire had started. You all had barely flown over the valley when the sea of arrows came. Followed by flames. “Fuck”, Xaden cursed, flying over the peek. “Yn, come on love, where are you?”, he muttered scanning the fields. “Nothing”, Bodhi shouted, flying from the left side. “Nothing here as well”, Garrick shook his head. The panic in Xaden only intensified. “We will find them”, Bodhi said firmly, “They probably just took shelter in the caves”. And Xaden truly couldn’t put into words just how much he hoped that was true.

“Xaden”, Sgaeyl's voice pierced his consciousness, “boy”, and that’s when he felt her sadness seeping into him. His eyes landed on the two huge figures down by the river. He didn’t even have to motion for the two males to follow suit. But even through the sea of emotions, he didn’t let himself lose hope. Not until Imogen’s screams filled the air. Not until the sight of your dragon slumped to the side came into view. “No”, he breathed, “No, no…”, “Stay in the saddle”, Sgaeyl warned him but Xaden was already swinging his leg over her body, “Xaden”, she hissed tilting to the side so she could at least break his fall.

“Yn”, he shouted, “Yn”, his legs hit the ground and he was running. Running towards kneeling Imogen. He was going to fix this. He was going to make it better and then… then he would kill everyone who was in on this. “Yn”, he repeated over and over till his eyes landed on your limp body on Imogen’s lap. Imogen who was sobbing so hard her body shook, “I couldn’t, I can’t”, she choked out, brushing some of your blood-soaked hair away from your face.

Xaden fell to his knees, reaching for you. “Hey, baby, hey, hey”, he gathered you in his embrace. The sound of your dragon growling in pain echoed through the field. You blinked slowly and he quickly gathered your face in his hands, “Look at me, I will get you back, we will fix this”, but you simply shook your head, “Want to… die… here”, you choked out. “No, no, you’re not dying”, Xaden shook his head, “We’ll go home, okay? We will…”, “Xaden”, you breathed out.

A pained cry ripped through him as he pressed you closer to him. His hands soaked in your blood from the open wound on your back. He lifted his eyes to look at the friends. Garrick had gathered Imogen in his arms, his own eyes red from tears. Bodhi was kneeling by your dragon, trying to soothe the pain. “We need to go”, Xaden urged, trying to lift you but the pained growl that left you had him stilling instantly.

“To the river…”, you breathed out, lips rimed with blood, face growing paler. Xaden didn’t even have to think twice as he turned towards the shore where the water was running. “Pretty”, you muttered, eyes growing heavy. “Let me help, let me become I can’t…”, Xaden choked out. Nuzzling closer to you. “I… love”, your voice died with a pained cough. “Don’t do this”, Xaden shook his head, “You can’t leave me, that’s an order”, he tried to suppress the sob but that only left him shaking. “Best thing… that happened to me… was you”, you lifted your hand as much as you could and Xaden instantly leaned to meet your touch nuzzling into your warmth.

“I love you”, Xaden muttered, trying to smile at you, trying to give you that one goodbye. “Love”, you breathed out right as Xaden leaned in to carefully kiss you. Brushing his lips over yours one last time right as your body fully limped. A pained sob echoed as Xaden shouted. Pulling you as close as he possibly could. Rocking back and forth as he held you. Feeling the cold setting in. The never undoable coldness taking you from him forever.

[ahotknife]

declan clearly knows but keeps his thoughts on specifically ONLY this topic to himself for some reason (another thing i’ll have to digress about because Come On…) — would love to hear you digress about it bc I also see it. When I did my huge TRC/TD3 reread this year, that part in the dream thieves where Ronan throws his leg over Adam’s in the car and Declan has that facial reaction actually made me stop and think. When I had first read it centuries ago, I had always figured it had to do with the dreaming and that opinion was enforced by Declan’s POV in his CDTH chapters. However, the CDTH chapters also gave me new perspective about how it’s possible Declan could always Tell that it would be Adam for Ronan. In a way they are introduced as a unit (Declan and Adam being on the phone at the beginning of TRB vs when Gansey needs a battery and Ronan doesn’t want ANYWHERE near that conversation plus the goldmine of Adam’s first pov in TRB at Monmouth). Wrt dream thieves, despite their differences at this time in the series, siblings know siblings and I feel like he definitely was able to tell that Ronan had something more than platonic feelings for Adam. Maybe before Ronan even knew himself. He’s super distrusting of Adam from the beginning till CDTH (given we ignore the events of MI and GW). Even when it’s mentioned that Adam is every bit in love with Ronan as Ronan is with him and Declan can SEE it with his own eyes. This could also be talked about with Kavinsky but my hands will fall off if I type any more rn.

I don’t even know if this makes any sense bc i’ve been driving for like 5 hours straight today and I’m about to pass the fuck out but I just love hearing peoples opinions on this. Also at one point my phone tried to correct Dec to Sex so i think that’s a sign to write that Decladam no love you were teasing.

obsessed with your brain ty for asking. this is probably just going to be me pontificating about declan and adam but we’ll get there eventually

re: the scene with ronan’s leg in the car, i think declan’s reaction somewhat actually kind of IS because of the dreaming… declan mentions in CDTH that he considers adam a liability, he doesn’t like that adam knows family secrets/business, he knows adam lords so much power over his brother that he could either manipulate or destroy him (we know adam won’t, but declan’s brain is broken and he assumes everyone will leave in a spectacular, devastating manner). declan was, essentially, very badly treated by niall (argue with the wall, nothing declan experienced as a child was normal or correct) and is so genuinely terrified of anyone knowing what ronan is or what ronan can do that he would rather lock ronan up rapunzel style than encourage ronan to form bonds or build trust or share secrets with any other living person outside of the lynch family web/sphere. i think he also really dislikes adam for other more simple, real-world reasons: he thinks adam is trailer trash, he thinks ronan should/could do better, he recognizes that adam is keeping big secrets of his own and just doesn’t care to clean up his mess after he breaks ronan’s heart.

adam and declan are extremely similar, purposefully, in a way that is impossible to ignore. in the way that jordan and ronan are paralleled, adam and declan are constantly drawn in comparison to each other. self recognition through the other, and you hate what you see. adam also understands declan, even though he strongly dislikes him and this sometimes taints his judgement/perception; he wants to be declan, he wants to eat declan, he wants to wear declan’s skin and fuck declan’s girlfriend and possess whatever money/power/influence/confidence that declan has. in TD3 we see declan turning to adam for advice, because adam has become an expert in a field declan cannot master: ronan. adam also understands and enjoys something declan has never bothered to indulge himself with: magic. adam fills the dominant role in his relationship with ronan, and he does the same for declan, sometimes, too: in TRC he is shown running point between ronan and declan and enforcing ronan’s boundaries for him because declan refuses to recognize ronan’s limits; in TD3 adam is often the bearer of bad news and the voice of reason, much to declan’s chagrin. adam’s also a foil for mor, but that’s got nothing to do with the fact i think declan’s a little homophobic and a little bitchy and a little classist.

i think declan keeps his mouth shut about ronan’s sexuality for a few reasons. 1 being that it didn’t serve his character for maggie to make him outright hateful, but she did give us little glimpses into his distaste for it. 2 being that he’s got so many other things to hate ronan for or to argue with ronan about it would be fruitless to be like “and you’re gay now, too?” 3 since ronan was born (made? manifested?), declan has been trying to keep him alive. in TRC he needs ronan to listen to him, because he’s trying to keep ronan safe, and if he starts picking on ronan for things other than being an alcoholic suicidal failure then he might as well just start sizing coffins: ronan COULD show up to class, ronan COULD behave better, ronan COULD follow the law, ronan can NOT stop himself from being gay, and he can NOT stop himself from dreaming. i THINK (and i may be wrong) declan only really tags on ronan for things ronan could change, or things that would put him in danger. that said, i think it’s kind of unrealistic that he doesn’t pick on ronan for this, and he might “offscreen”: a third party observes that declan looks displeased by ronan’s physical proximity to a boy he knows he likes; but i think declan also interprets any sort of intimacy or closeness as a type of danger or threat. his brain is a bag of cats. by wanting someone, by trusting someone, ronan puts himself in danger. declan thinks of women as disposable (he does, he sucks, sorry about it) because the woman who raised him was a facsimile of a person, designed to obey, and she was unable to nurture or fulfill declan emotionally. my theory is that if ronan had a woman, declan assumes ronan would treat her the way declan treats his women: like an accessory. ronan, though, is a different animal, and i think during the series we see declan come to terms with this, even if he really dislikes it at first and thinks ronan is stupid for letting adam in when adam clearly has his own thing going on.

i also think ronan and declan do genuinely dislike each other. throughout TRC they genuinely hate each other and do not get along at all. they love each other, but that is not enough, most of the time. declan would hate anything ronan did. ronan makes fun of declan for his sexuality, because he finds it overt and distasteful. we aren’t explicitly shown in canon that this is a two way street, but listen… it’s definitely an argument they had. it just wasn’t shown because it didn’t serve the larger narrative, which is fine. there ain’t no way declan’s not a tiny reaganite, there ain’t no way he doesn’t have his thoughts and opinions. these are rich white boys from virginia in the early 2010s, for christ sake. but it’s also sort of a case of “oh i don’t hate my brother because he’s gay, i hate my brother for a dozen other reasons. he just also happens to be gay” <- guy who would definitely prefer it if his brother would just find a nice girl to settle down with and subsequently ignore just like their daddy did to their pseudomommy

i don’t even know if this answered your question. i just started thinking about declan and then i blacked out. did we learn something? did we solve the riddle? who knows. i have to stop because this is insanely long. the decladam fic is at 3k btw so we’ll see if i ever finish it

[0sincerelyella]

Yay back to writing!! Can I request a Joe burrow one where you go down to the field before the game and wish him good luck? Thanks!!

Good luck charm ~ Joe Burrow

Summary: Y/n, joe burrows long distance girlfriend, shows up to the game during warm ups to wish her lover a good luck

notes: YES OMG this was so fast and also i THANK YOU SO MUCH I MISSED WRITING it’s a bit short but i didn’t have much to go off of and i’m just getting back into it i apologize

The plane ride from California to ohio was a long one. y/n was living in California finishing up college. she was set to graduate in December, in time to move in with joe before play offs. she had yet to make it to a game, but thankfully she had a fall break, so she made her way to cincinnati without telling joe.

she was close friends with the other boys, and was in contact with zac so that they could let her onto the field. as soon as she got off the plane, zac had a security guard come get her.

“thank you” she said politely, throwing her bags in the trunk and getting into the car. the security guard smiled at her and began to drive to the stadium once he made sure she was safe and comfortable

when they car pulled in and parked, the security guard took y/ns belongings to the facility, dumping them in an office and walking y/n to the field.

y/n was bursting with excitement.

she hadn’t seen joe in a long time, reuniting before a game truly would make this day so much better.

y/n is greeted by Ja’marr at the tunnel. “hi y/n!” he said, picking her up into a hug. “hi j!” she said, hugging him back. “joes gonna be so excited to see you” Ja’marr explains, taking y/n onto the field.

when y/n saw joe throw a ball to andrei her smile grew. despite the other team also being on the field, and thousands of people watching her, she ran. she ran as fast as she could toward joe.

as joe could see out of the corner of his eye a figure running towards him, he turned his head and locked eyes with his girlfriend.

his jaw dropped, and without hesitation he ran towards her and scooped her up into a loving hug. “holy crap” he said, burying his head into her shoulder “what the f*** are you doing here” y/n laughed at his cursing. “i love you joe” she said, jumping out of his arms.

he smiled, putting his hands on her face, holding her close. “i love you more y/n” he pulled her close, kissing her lips in-front of thousands of people.

“what happened beautiful? why are you here? what about college? where is your stuff? i have so many questions” y/n laughed, her arms resting over joes shoulder pads as his reached down to hold her hips.

“well, i got a break and have the whole week off. so i thought i’d take a trip to come see my boy” joe picked her up again and spun her around. “i can’t wait till december” he said. happy to have his girl back, at least for a week.

“hey love, the games about to start and i have to go” he rests his forehead on hers. “i will see you after the game baby” he said, kissing her forehead. “good luck joey” she said, kissing his lips. “with my good luck charm in the stands? we’ll win every time” he said, backing up towards the locker room. “go get ‘em tiger!” she yelled. he blew her a kiss, turning to run into the locke room.

y/n made her way to the stadium, front row. she gripped onto the railing as she watched the boys run out onto the field, joe looked right at her. blowing her another kiss, to which she caught.

during the game, y/n screamed more than she ever had. banging on the walls and talking with the people around her. as the game ended 31 to nothing, bengals, joe ran to the side and grabbed her hand. “good job babe! you did fantastic!” she cheered. “it’s all cause of you!” he said, kissing her hand. “i’m gonna go shower, i’ll see you at the tent okay?” the tent was where all the players and their families met after to celebrate.

y/n made her way to the tent after joe left, talking to the rest of the boys family as they awaited the arrival of the boys. “y/n?” y/n turned around, meeting the eyes of robin burrow. “momma!” she said, hugging her future mother in law. “hi y/n! i thought you didn’t graduate till december?” she smiled, hugging robin tighter. “i came to surprise joe” she said, letting go of robin.

“i bet he was very happy to see you, that sweet boy only ever talks about you and football” y/n smiled, arms snaking around her hips causing her to jump. “hi mom” joe said, resting his head on y/ns shoulder. “joey!” y/n said happily

that night the two celebrated, not only type win, but also celebrating the reunion of the couple.

when the two got home, joe layed in her arms on his bed. not moving an inch the whole night. he slept better than he ever has knowing she was right there with him. at-least for a week until December

[wakasaswifee]

write pls an one shot where isagi wins a match and reader suck him in the locker room

Winner's prize | Isagi yoichi | 18+

✎...In where your boyfriend Isagi Yoichi wins a game and can't help but want a little bit of... appreciation from you. ✎...Isagi yoichi x reader | blue lock ✎...Tags/TWS: Explicit content,All characters aged up, oral ✎...WC:1.3k ✎...A/N: I'm so sorry to anon, this was sitting in my inbox for over a month, I had exams so I was busy with that and had no time to write other than a few short stories here and there. hope you like it!

Isagi yoichi knew he’d win. He felt it, he knew the winning goal would go to his team and he’d be the one scoring it; and what more, his sweet, precious girlfriend came all the way from home to support him, screaming his name. So he had no choice but to win, he couldn’t disappoint his girl. 

°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °

The game had ended, after a few interviews here and there; you ran up to yoichi, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. The salty smell of sweat mixed with his cologne invaded your nose, which you don’t know why but you loved it. 

“Ahh, doll, ‘m sweaty, don’t cling” he chuckled playfully. A blush crept up your face as the flashes of the camera’s went off. 

Isagi couldn’t help but laugh at your expression, kissing your cheek.

“It’s okay. Ignore them.” 

Running his calloused hand through his soft hair, keeping a protective arm around your waist. 

“Let’s go, y/n. Let me shower and change and i’ll come and we’ll eat out to celebrate, yeah? Sound good?” 

You grinned, nodding up at him. 

You were confused as he started walking off the field, pulling you along with him.

“Yoichi?” 

“Doll, ‘m not gonna leave you out here all alone, wait outside the change room, it’ll make it easier to make sure no one tries anything” 

He wasn’t trying to be an asshole but due to previous incidents, he liked keeping you close to him, to make sure no crazy fan attacks you when he isn’t present. 

You looked up at him, he looked.. Ethereal, especially after his games. Sweat glistened on his face and neck. His hair damp and pushed back, a few loose strands hanging over his face. If one were to define perfection, they’d see a picture of isagi’s side profile- no scratch that, they’d see a picture of isagi’s face beside it. 

“I’ll be out in 10 minutes, wait here, okay?” He kissed you softly. 

You sat on the wooden bench outside the change rooms. Pulling out your phone to watch edits of your otherworldly boyfriend.

°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °

You were confused, again. It’d been over 25 minutes, at first you thought maybe he was talking with his teammates or maybe taking a minute or 2 for himself but after you saw his teammates leave one after another, till the change rooms were empty, you were left puzzled. 

Slightly pushing the door open, just a peek to see inside. It was empty. You carefully opened the door and stepped inside as if there’s a landmine in the area. 

The door clicked behind you; looking around, the room was empty. 

You took slow, careful steps, till the faint noise of water running and.. skin slapping? 

You made your way towards the sound, turning the corner to find isagi's back facing you, water dripped down his sculpted back and shoulders.

His hand was clenched into a fist against the wall, veins straining beneath his skin, while his other hand moved at an even pace between his thighs. 

Your breath caught in your throat making your mouth go dry, heat rushing to your core. 

“‘Ichi..?” the soft hush of your voice snapped Yoichi out of his trance. Turning his head to find his poor confused girlfriend standing by the entrance of the shower. 

“Ah.. fuck, doll.. M’ sorry, i totally fo-”

“Why are you.. Doing.. That?” 

He sighed, letting go of his needy cock to turn off the shower. He neared you, the light taps of his footsteps against the wet tiles echoed. You took a few steps back, an unknown feeling of excitement coursed through your body. You’d never seen isagi like this. Such a chilling look plastered on his face. Did you say something you shouldn’t have? 

He closed the distance between the both of you. Subconsciously you tilted your head to look him eye to eye. 

“‘Is cause of you, doll.. You don’t know what you do to me.” he placed a hand on your shoulder, the cold water sending chills down your spine. His hair falling over his eyes, drops of water falling from them, hitting his abs. Something burned inside of you and you wanted to chase it. 

“And.. since you started this.. It’s quite convenient you came in here because now you can finish what you started and I also deserve a reward for winning the game for you, don’t i? ” The cruel grin you knew all too well made an appearance and before you knew it, your knees hit the ground making you wince. Looking up to see isagi’s fat, leaking cock hanging in your face like a taunting bait. 

I mean.. He’s right, isn’t he? He won the game for his sweet little girlfriend, so he should get something in return from you, right?

You looked up at him through your lashes before sticking out your tongue, licking the underside of his cock as precum dripped down it and landed on your tongue. Yoichi hissed at the pleasure of something other than his hand coming in contact with his cock. 

He put his hand through your hair, tugging at the back of it. 

“C’mon, no teasing, baby” he whined as if he didn't have the upperhand and could choke you with his cock whenever he wanted.

You rolled your eyes, licking the tip. Keeping your tongue out as you took him in, hollowing out your cheeks. Every inch you took in was another groan out of isagi, till it hit the back of your throat, making you gag, earning a loud moan out of your bf. Warm tears pricked your eyes - in contrast to his cold skin - isagi tried calming you down with sweet words. 

“Oh, baby, look at you, you’re doing so well. My cock is balls deep down your throat. I'm so proud of you, yeah? Show me how good you are by actually sucking it. You’re doing so so good, doll” 

He coos, a familiar gentleness lacing his tone. 

You slowly pulled back and went back down. His balls touching your chin. Slowly picking up the pace, the faster you bobbed your head on his veiny shaft, the more verbal he got. His hands tugging at the very roots of your hair. 

Every time you were about to pull away due to the lack of oxygen, he would push your head back down, harsher than the last. Tears rolled down your face and dripped down onto your thighs. 

The slick mess in your lace panties distracted you from the task at hand. You squirmed feeling discomfort but not being able to go anywhere else but his cock. 

The constant abuse to the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat persisted,  as isagi used your pretty mouth as a fleshlight. Your jaw going numb and precum coated your lips, keeping them soft enough to glide across his length. 

At some point, you stopped doing the work, only holding onto his thighs, letting him play with you. Using your hair to control your movements. Every once in a while when you look up, you’d see him throwing his head back, groaning and grunting your name or smirking at your pathetic expression. 

It wasn’t long before he came, holding your head down so you had no choice but to get a mouthful of his cum. The mixture of saliva and cum dripped down your chin. 

“Swallow, baby” isagi’s breathy voice reached you, swallowing up the salty white liquid. When isagi felt your throat clench around his tip, he finally pulled out, letting you gasp in the air you desperately needed. 

“Sorry sweetheart.. I might’ve kinda gotten carried away..”

“Kinda?” you grumbled in a hoarse voice, getting a laugh out of isagi, he pulled you up to your feet, 

“Forgive me?” he mumbled against your ear, wrapping his arms around your body. 

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[violettev4lentine]

broken promises 🥀 d.m

pairing: d.m x y/n

summary: draco and reader have been dating ever since they became childhood bestfriends. acting cold and distant, reader suspects that her lover and the new girl have been getting cozy. confirming her suspicions, draco ends it on a heartbreaking note.

word count: 1.1k

cw: angst, no happy ending, harsh words, curse words, implications of cheating

blurb/one-shot

these past few days your boyfriend has been...off. you noticed it started happening ever since that new girl, astoria greengrass, transferred with her sister daphne. you weren’t daft. if anything you were far from stupid. you saw the longing stars and the sneaky looks they gave each other. every glance you could feel strings in your heart being tugged. you tried playing it off as your imagination, but draco’s personality these past few days contradicted everything you stood for.

“draco?” you said, shaking his shoulder lightly to snap him from his daydream. coincidentally, his daydreaming has led his eyes to fall directly onto astoria from across the table. “are you incapable of eating by yourself or something? can you stop disturbing me.” he said in a cold voice, making you flinch and the others on the table stare at the two of you. “yo mate. you alright? don’t tell me the slytherin queen and king are breaking up.” blaise said while chuckling lightly. draco shot him a glare making blaise’s laughter quiet down. pansy gave you a solemn look from beside you. you sigh inwardly, knowing that she’ll want to talk with you later.

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“this isn’t healthy (y/n). you have to admit it. i think everyone notices how he basically undresses her with his eyes.” pansy said laying on your bed and looking at the red tapestry hanging on the frame. you felt a knot in your throat as you spoke, “i trust him pansy. he’s probably just curious because she’s new.” the phrase seeming to try and convince yourself more then pansy. she looked at you and sighed sadly before getting up and leaving the room. you looked at the door as it closed, feeling empty once again. a wave of determination filled you as you decided that you were going to demand an answer from your boyfriend. 

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draco stared at you lovingly as you danced across the daisy filled field, your hair and white sundress flowing in the wind and a slow song playing in the background. “draco dance with me!” you giggle as you offer him your hand. he takes your hand and holds your waist while looking into your eyes. swaying to the music and your head buried in the nook of his neck you asked, “do you think life will be this perfect once we graduate? what if you don’t love me the same way.” you pouted. “any life with you no matter how long is going to be perfect darling.” he kissed your forehead and chuckled at your childish antics. “okay then promise me that we’ll never hurt each other!” you furrowed your eyebrows, exclaiming childishly. he rolled his eyes playfully before sighing, “really my love? i promise i’ll love you till this damned earth burns.”  ________________________________________________________________

you rushed out of your room, sweating dripping from your forehead from anxiety. what if it turned out he really was inlove with her and wanted to break up with you after you confront him? your 4 year relationship with your childhood lover would end simply because you weren’t enough for him. meanwhile, draco and astoria were snogging in a broom closet, unbeknownst to you.

“dray baby, when will you break up with her. i hate sneaking around with you and seeing her being able to love you in public hurts me.” the brunette said, looking at him with her doe eyes. “wait a little more dove. you know my parents won’t be happy if i break her heart. i’m only keeping her around for the money and to please my parents.” draco said while cupping astoria’s cheek before gripping her waist and pulling her into another kiss.

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you were frantic, looking for any sign of draco anywhere. it was like he disappeared out of thin air. you asked his bestfriends and all you got was a shrug with guilt in their eyes. it was like they knew. your stomach dropped when you realized astoria was missing as well. you knew this when you passed by daphne seeming to look for someone as well. you turned around a dark corner giving up hope when you heard it. a soft moan of draco’s name stopped you in your tracks. your eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall and your heart was in your throat. you turned around and spotted a small broom cupboard, big enough to fit at least 2 people. 

your hands were shaking as you gripped the door handle and swung it open, a loud gasp leaving your mouth and a shaky hand comes to cover it. to your horror, you find draco and astoria in the middle of something forbidden.

“(y/n) i can explain-” draco’s eyes widened as he reached his hand out. you backed away and scoffed. “and here i was, finding you to fix things in our relationship.” astoria ran away shyly, her knuckles fisting her unbuttoned blouse. draco stepped out of the broom closet and looked at the ground in shame. “really? after 4 years, you throw me away for a girl you just met?” “yet i loved her more then i ever loved you.” his reply made you lose your balance for a split moment as you choked back a sob. “what did she have to offer that i couldn’t? was i not pretty enough? were you getting sick of my affection?” you rambled as your voice started getting louder. draco looked to the side, a cold and inattentive look on his face. “i was just bored. i needed something new. it’s not that deep. get over it.” you snapped and all you could see was red.

“bored really?! that’s your lame excuse? didn’t we promise we would never hurt each other?”

“we were dumb and immature back then. grow up gosh.” 

“wasn’t i ever good enough for you draco?”

“you never were.”

you stared at him, feeling the tears streaming down your face. each sentence being like a dagger stabbing you repeatedly. you felt bitter and a hole was left in your heart. without saying another word, you left him there, staring at your fading figure. 

[jewwyfeesh]

Vampire Siblings

Writer: 日日日 (Akira)

Character(s): Isara Mao, Sakuma Rei, Sakuma Ritsu, Anzu

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Disclaimer: I translated this story from the CN version of the game, which means that it has been double translated (JP > CN > EN).

Rei: Oooh!! Ritsu!! GOOD~ MORNING~ ☆

Season: Autumn Location: Track and Field

Mao: Mmm~ The feeling of fulfillment after a good prac! It’s really amazing~ ☆

Oh, thankies. Is this isotonic drink for me, Anzu? You’re becoming more and more ‘Producer’-like with every passing day~

Seems like you’ve been running after lots of other units besides us Trickstar lately.

There there, you’ve worked really hard ♪

But yeah… even though I’m one to talk, I still think you should take care of your body and your schedule. I’d feel really guilty if you pushed yourself too hard and something happened to you.

Never mind. Let’s go home, Anzu. Today’s my turn to ‘send you home’, so I’ll make sure that you get home safe and sound.

Though… lately, it seems like I’m always the one sending you home…? To the point where I’ve even gotten to know your family fairly well.

Sometimes I’d even stay for dinner…

But I’m not complaining. My family’s the kind to do whatever they want. As such, we don’t really spend a lot of time together. So… It’s nice being with your family.

I wonder if it’s because I can do things like household chores all by myself?

Everyone tends to think, “Oh it’s fine if we leave Isara Mao alone, nothing will happen to him”, but my younger sister has always been coddled and spoiled by our parents…

Hmph, would it be better if I tried to act a little more spoiled? But the second I come back to my senses, I’m back to taking care of others again. I feel old.

You’re also someone like this, so please be careful. You can also lean on me sometimes, you know~?

Eh… I’m meddling in other people’s business again…

It’s about to become a bad habit of mine, forget it, forget it… It’s pretty good to be relied on by others, but I’ve been ‘like this’ since I was young.

It’s because of Ritchan, my childhood friend~ If I leave him to his devices, that guy literally won’t lift a finger to do anything. When it got to a point where I couldn’t stand it anymore, I could only go and help… I’d help and help and help till I became ‘a meddler and a half’ ♪

You know Ritchan, right? Knights’…

Ahh, so you’ve also taken care of him before. He’s always so lazy, you literally can’t ignore him~

…Eh? You’re saying Ritchan’s over there?

Ah, call for the cat and he shall appear… where is he~?

Ah! Goodness! This guy, sleeping outside without a single shred of protection!

One day you’re gonna get pickpocketed, what are you gonna do then…? I reckon he fell asleep after lunch, and slept ‘all the way’ till now~

HEEEEY— Ritchan!! Don’t go sleeping in places like these, you’ll catch a cold ya know~?

Ritsu: ……Mmhhghhh? Huh… Maa~kun…? Wh… don’t wake me up…

Mao: Of course I need to wake you up. The school gates are gonna close soon, and if we don’t get moving we’ll be locked in. Our school has always been particularly ‘strict’ about these kinds of things.

Ritsu: Eh~ …Well, whatever. I could just continue sleeping here and save myself the trouble of having to come to school tomorrow. The more I think about it, the better of an idea it seems~

I’m really sleepy, so just leave me be. No matter how much I sleep, it’s never enough…

Mao: You… you haven’t changed one bit…

Hm? Eh? What are you hugging? It’s not a bolster… right? A tree stump? No, that seems to be a person…?

Ritsu: What?

Rei: Huu… snzz… ♪

Kekeke… Little baby~ Be good~ ♪ Go sleep~ ♪ Uuuu ♪

Mao: Ahh~ Taking a closer look… isn’t this Ritchan’s older brother? Why are the both of you snoozing together? Seems like you have a really good relationship~

When I got to know Ritchan, this person was always overseas, so I didn’t get to know him very well.

To be exact… I only found out he existed after I enrolled in Yumenosaki Academy. Ritchan doesn’t talk about his brother very often, so I got a little worried…

Who knew that the both of them were actually so close ♪

Ritsu: …Maa~kun, do you have anything sharp? I think staking him in the heart would definitely kill him.

Mao: N-no, you can’t just go around killing people. Eh? Do both of you have bad blood? In that case, why are you sleeping next to each other?

Ritsu: I don’t know what this thing was thinking, nor do I have any interest in finding out…

More than anything, I want to bury this thing six feet below and wipe my hands of it ‘as though nothing happened’. Now. Immediately. The faster the better.

Rei: E-eh? What happened, is it already time to say “good morning”? Ah? Where am I?

Ritsu: Yo. Why are you sleeping next to me, huh? You reek of mould, so stay further away from me. What happened, how are you still alive?

Rei: Mmmhh… My mind’s all fuzzy just after waking up… don’t ask so many questions at one go…

What’s there to rush, hm…? Re-rest a little… yawwwwn… ♪

Ritsu: No. No sleeping. I’ll kill you.

Rei: This tone… one that shows no mercy, even to one’s own blood brother…

Oooh!! Ritsu!! GOOD~ MORNING~ ☆

Ritsu: Don’t hug me! You’re so annoying!

Okay but spit it out. Why were you sleeping by my side? Depending on your answer, you could be demoted from “someone who seemed to have been a brother previously” to “stupid bug”.

Rei: Even if you don’t demote me, it’s a bit much, don’t you think?

Nothing much… It’s just that when I was leaving for home, I happened to see Ritsu sleeping. I was worried that you’d catch a cold, so I used my body warmth to warm you up. This is a big brother’s love ♪

Ritsu: Is that so? I understand, you don’t need to say anymore. Complete waste of Earth’s oxygen.

Maa~kun, could you help me get some cement from the warehouse? I want to solidify this thing in there and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Rei: We’ve just woken up, and yet Ritsu’s already trying to get rid of me!?

Mm~ Anywho! The elderly aren’t quite suited for outdoor camping… My whole body’s sore and stiff…

Ritsu~ could you help massage my shoulders please ♪

Ritsu: Didn’t I tell you to shut up? You stupid bug.

Mao: Okay okay… as brothers, you guys should try to get along well. Though, let’s leave the fighting and the shoulder massage aside, yeah? We’re really about to be locked in school.

Rei: Oooh, you’re from Trickstar… It’s already this late… Thank you for waking me up. Ritsu~ it’s been a long time since we brothers walked home together hm~?

Ritsu: Brother? I don’t have a brother, though?

Rei: Don’t deny your brother’s existence with such a deadpan expression… That’s a bit much, even for a younger brother, don’t you think? I’ll start crying…

Ahh, I can’t… My tear ducts are getting weaker as I age… Uuuuuu~

Mao: Ahaha, I think I kinda understand your relationship, Sakuma-senpai.

Ritchan, the more you talk, the more others are gonna think “oh he’s just in his rebellious phase”, so maybe it’s better to not talk altogether?

Ritsu: Damn it… That isn’t the case at all. I had only wanted to throw this annoying ass thing into the trash bin. Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Maa~kun, you want to send them… send the Transfer Student home, right? Hurry up and go, don’t worry about us.

Rei: Mhm, please be careful on your way back. Who knows what kind of demons will be roaming at this hour – for example, vampires… and the like… ♪

Mao: Yep. I’ll be careful. The both of you too; no more fighting, okay? Hurry up and go home~

Rei:

Mm, I’ve always been praying that I’ll have a close relationship with Ritsu! We’re brothers after all ♪

…Ah, Ritsu? Where did you go? Hey— Ritsuuuu~

Ah, he dashed off at the speed of light. He really does hate me, huh? Hehehe ♪

Wait a minute, I am also more active at night! Well, when it comes to hide and seek, I’m not about to lose to a ‘novice’ ♪

Aaah… Running around like this under the night sky, it really reminds me of our childhood ♪

Ritsu: D-don’t chase after me!! Didn’t I already say you’re annoying!? Did it completely fly over your head, you infuriating Anija!?

Rei: Excellent, excellent… he’s finally willing to acknowledge me as his brother. Anyways, we take the same path back home, my super duper adorable little brother…

Translator's notes: [1] The original CN term here is 「菜鸡」, slang for "complete, total noob". I translated it to novice, a synonym. Personally don't think Rei would call Ritsu a "noob".

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 33

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: Iris and a few members of the group find themselves in an uncomfortable ethical argument. Merle decides to take matters into his own hands. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; canonical character death; discussions of kidnapping; kidnapping; ethical discussions; emotional breakdown

Chapter 33 - It Comes Around

It was starting to get cold by the time they’d geared up for a fight. Iris donned a sherpa-lined leather jacket Glenn had found for her on a run, happy to be warm in the many hours prepping outside. Especially when a deep chill ran down her spine when Rick told her the plan.

“It’s the only way.” He assured. “No one else knows.”

“You gonna tell ‘em?” Daryl asked, looking between Hershel, Iris and Rick. 

“Not till after.” He shook his head. “We have to do it today. It has to be quiet.”

“You got a plan?” Daryl asked.

“We tell her we need to talk.” Rick replied. “Away from the others.”

“I don’t feel good about this, Rick.” Iris admitted. She was already pale, sick to her stomach. Hershel looked just as upset. There was a long pause and Daryl nodded.

“Just ain’t us, man.” He murmured.

“No. No it isn’t.” Hershel agreed, hobbling away on his crutches. Iris ran a hand through her hair.

“We do this, we avoid a fight.” Rick replied. “No one else dies.”

“I don’t trust his word, Rick. I think there’ll be a fight either way. Only if we do this, we’ll have one more person gunning for our heads.” Iris argued. Rick looked at the ground, sighing. He looked between the two of them.

“Please.” He stated. Daryl turned to Iris, who said nothing.

“Okay.” He agreed. Rick walked off, and Iris turned into the wind, hoping the breeze on her face would help curve her nausea. “You gonna be able to do this?” Daryl asked.

“I honestly don’t know.” Iris replied, leaning with one hand against the fence. She didn’t like it. Not at all. And if luck would have it, Rick would probably ask Merle to help out. Wouldn’t be his first time sending Michonne to her death. Maybe, just maybe, something Merle would say will keep Rick from doing something he would regret. “Maybe I’ll get shot and won’t have to live with myself.”

“Don’t say shit like that.” Daryl grumbled, scowling. Iris looked up at him and shook her head.

“You shouldn’t go along with it just to be on his good side.”

“He’s right.” Daryl argued, somewhat offended.

“No he’s not, and you know it too.” She sighed, standing up straight and turning away. “At least if they shoot me first, you won’t have to hear me say ‘I told you so.’”

They spent the rest of the morning laying out barbed wire and a few spikes near the gate. Rick was there when they returned, Glenn unloading the spare guns from the truck. 

“Maybe if they try to drive through the gate again, a blown tire will stop them.” He explained. Rick nodded.

“It’s a good idea.” He stated.

“It was Michonne’s.” Iris said pointedly. Daryl glanced at her nervously before turning to Rick, who pressed his lips together in a thin line. 

“We don’t have to win.” Michonne offered, walking over. “We just have to make their getting at us more trouble than it’s worth.” Rick said nothing, turning as Maggie and Carl came out from the dog run. They had been distracting the walkers while Daryl, Glenn, Iris and Michonne were running around in the field. 

“Let’s go.” Rick murmured, guiding them all back toward the cell block. 

-

Hershel spent many mornings reading verses from his bible to Maggie and Beth. Iris was never religious, she never would be, especially not now, but his words seemed to echo in her mind this morning. Plague, pestilence, darkness, night. It was all somewhat metaphorical, and despite her aversion to most biblical literature, she sat in the room while Hershel read his verses aloud, Maggie and Beth clutching each other’s hands as they listened and prayed. 

Rick’s shuffling footsteps echoed as he walked into the room, disrupting the uncomfortable aura Iris was sublimating in. Hershel abruptly stood up, tears in his eyes.

“Rick?” He called. “What you’re about to do—“ 

“I can’t.” Rick interrupted. Iris stood from her place on the steps as she noted the tears in Rick’s eyes. “I won’t.” He turned, storming outside into the courtyard. Iris breathed a heavy sigh of relief, practically falling back onto the stone steps. Hershel hobbled over, putting a hand on her shoulder. She stood up, following after Rick. She jogged over, seeing him meet with Daryl. “It’s off. We’ll take our chances.”

“I’m not saying it was the wrong call, but this is definitely the right one.” Daryl agreed, nodding to Iris as she came over. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find Merle or Michonne.” Rick admitted. “They’re gone.” Iris and Daryl glanced at one another, the unspoken suggestion between them obvious.

“Come on.” Daryl urged, guiding them into the prison. He led them into the generator room, where he had last seen his brother. “He was in here, said he was looking for drugs. Said a lot of things, actually.”

“Like what?” Rick asked.

“Said that you were gonna change your mind… here we go.” Daryl knelt down, picking up a piece of torn pillow case. A bag he must have put over Michonne’s head. “Yeah, he took her here. They mixed it up.”

“Damn it! I’m going after him.” Rick hissed.

“You can’t track for shit.” Daryl stated.

“Then the both of us.” 

“No, just me. I said I’d go and I’ll go. Plus they’re gonna come back here, you need to be ready. You’re family too.” Daryl insisted, elbowing a back door open, letting the light in from outside.

“Well then, take Iris.” Rick pleaded, urging her forward.

“No, I think… It’s Merle. He won’t listen if I’m there. This is between them.” She insisted, looking to Daryl. He nodded, disappearing behind the door. Rick sighed, rubbing his temple. Iris put a hand on his shoulder. “He’ll get her back. We gotta focus on the Governor.”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright.” Rick agreed softly, sniffing before shaking the nerves away, leading the way back to the cell block. He gathered everyone near the courtyard, standing up in front of them all. 

“When I met with the Governor, he offered me a deal. He said he would leave us alone if I gave him Michonne. And I was gonna do that… to keep us safe. I changed my mind. But now Merle took Michonne to fulfill the deal and Daryl went to stop him… and I don’t know if it’s too late. I was wrong not to tell you and I’m sorry. What I said last year, that first night, after the farm… it can’t be like that. It can’t. What we do, what we’re willing to do, who we are, it’s not my call. It can’t be. I couldn’t sacrifice one of us for the greater good because we are the greater good. We’re the reason we’re still here. Not me. This is life and death. How you live… how you die. It isn’t up to me. I’m not your Governor. We choose to go. We choose to stay. We stick together. We vote. We can stay and we can fight, or we can go.”

Rick said nothing more before turning around and leaving the group to sit. Iris sat down beside Carol, feeling somewhat morally exhausted. Carol passed her Judith before wandering off, and Iris smiled down at the little ass-kicker. Carl wandered over and sat next to them, stroking his little sister’s head.

“I miss you, cowboy.” Iris said slowly, looking down at the baby. Still miraculous to think about, a baby in all of this.

“What do you mean?” Carl asked, looking up at her.

“You’re too grown. I’m sorry about that.” Iris murmured, looking up at the sky.

“It’s not your fault.” Carl said after a moment, pondering. Iris smiled.

“I know, kid. And I’m not responsible for you. But I still care about you, and little ass-kicker. And I’m still sorry.” He nodded slowly, reaching over and taking her hand. Iris smiled softly once more, squeezing his fingers.

“My dad’s doing the right thing.” He said.

“I know. He has a habit of doing that.” Iris said. Carl’s lips turned upward and he almost smiled. 

“So do you.” He offered, turning to meet her gaze. Iris sighed, looking down at the baby.

“I try.”

-

Daryl tracked his brother all the way to the warehouse and grouping of silos where they met with the Governor and his people. There were bodies everywhere, walkers and fresh humans. They kept the undead ones busy, at least.

He moved across the field slowly, each footstep a carefully made decision amongst the piles of innards, brain and blood. Daryl scanned each of the faces, no Merle. He looked up at the sound of snarling and disgusting chewing, putting a bolt through the random walker’s brain. He kept going, finding another behind that one.

The kid on the ground with his chest ripped open was with Tyreese and Sasha. Ben, his name was. A little spineless and naïve, but mostly meant well. His blood was all over Merle’s hands, and when his brother looked up to meet his gaze, Daryl’s stomach lurched. 

He could barely keep his grip on his crossbow as the bloodshot, dead eyes looked up at him. A chunk of Ben’s spleen fell from his brother’s mouth. He was grey and a little rotten already. It must have been maybe an hour since he died and yet… there he was. 

Part of him thought this part would be easy, seeing Merle get what was coming to him. But it wasn’t. Merle was all he had left.

Merle was horrible. He was a deadbeat, drug addicted, cowardly, dishonourably discharged dumbass who made life worse for everyone who met him. But for brief stints during their childhood, he could have passed for Daryl’s brother. There were moments when he protected him from their father’s fists. His belt. Moments when he taught Daryl important life skills, like how to make a fish hook, and which plants were best not to piss on in the woods. Whether he liked it or not, Daryl owed so much of who he was to his terrible, awful, sorry-excuse-for-a-human-being older brother.

Daryl’s face crumpled, and he let out an involuntary whimper. His armless brother pushed himself to his feet, stumbling over Ben’s corpse toward him. Daryl let out a sob as he shoved his brother off of him, staggering backward. He shoved him back three times before his hunting knife met his brother’s flesh. 

Daryl tackled him to the ground, pulling the knife free and stabbing it into his brother’s undead face. Over and over again, until he was spattered in blood, and his brother was no longer recognizable. Perhaps it was easier now that he couldn't see his face. It wasn’t. Daryl fell back with a cry, tears slipping down his face as he panted, Merle’s cold blood soaking his hands.

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[modern-inheritance]

“I know it’s been years. I know a lot has changed. That things didn’t go the way any of us hoped, that any of us really wanted it to at the start.

“But, Murtagh…. Even during the war. Even after you were put on the field against us…whenever I think of you, I don’t see Thorn, or Zar’roc, or your father.

“I see the guy who would grumble about taking middle watch but would let Eragon sleep past his shift, even after leading the horses all day. The guy who helped change my bandages, saved me the peanut butter crackers out of his MREs when my rations ran out, even though they were his favorite. I see the guy that kept Brom together after Farthen Dur– don’t act like it wasn’t you! The nurses talked!– even though he was concussed and scared.

“You’ve had so much taken from you, for reasons beyond your control and beyond any justification. And yet, even now, you, both you and Thorn, find it in yourselves to be selfless. You say you aren’t, you say you do anything to survive. But you can’t lie about that.

“Maybe one day you’ll see it like I do. Like we do. Till then, we’ll be waiting for you both.

“Oh. And one last thing.

“I’ll never get the image of you wearing that silly fake beard out of my head.”

~MIC!Arya to Murtagh (and Thorn) via a grass boat message when they are in their self imposed exile.

[waterfallofspace]

The Power Of Suggestion.

The one in which T/oji, G/eto and G/ojo are all hanging out, when G/eto decides to tease G/ojo a little, and they find out something very interesting about their other friend. This is purely indulgent snz nonsense and they will all be sneezing because I say so and because I want to, is my fic, sue me~~ Um so this is absolutely AU, because well… obvious reasons… but just picture the G/eto + G/ojo dynamic exactly as it was (cough lovers cough), but adding T/oji to the mix as he is, just a touch less murderous intent &lt;3.

And SOSOSO much credit to @lycheeehehe for getting me feral over this man and also for the idea that he’s suggestible. (hope you don’t mind the tag <3) PLEASE go check out their headcanon list for him!! I am absolutely using their ideas in this <333 To anyone who bothers to read this nonsense, thank you! And I hope you enjoy~

Characters: G/eto, G/ojo, and T/oji Word Count: 2.2k 

(References to swearing, mild violence implications and smoking, in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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Getting a day off at Jujutsu Tech is almost unheard of. There’s always some student that needs training, some mission to oversee, or a mission to do yourself. Getting a day off is almost unheard of, but getting some free time is not. Especially when you happen to be the strongest teachers. I mean… who’s gonna stop you? 

This is what leads to Gojo and Geto having a picnic outside in the middle of the day. Geto lets out a sigh, relaxing against the blanket, bathing in the warmth of the spring sun. Next to him Gojo shovels mochi into his face at a rate Geto finds a touch alarming.

“Slow down a bit. Remember, we’re all meant to share those.”

“You’re the one who bought my favourite flavour of mochi! Besides, I brought the alcohol, and you know I don’t like that stuff. Fair trade, isn’t it?”

“Even if I agreed, he doesn’t drink either, so you still have to share.”

“Speaking of which, he’s late. Like always.”

“Cut him some slack. Unlike you, Toji still takes his job seriously.”

“Hey! What is that supposed to mea- Oh, hello there!”

Geto sits up, eyes scanning the field, only seeing Toji’s approach thanks to Gojo’s wave. ‘Despite knowing him for over five years now, I could never get the hang of sensing his presence. I believe he enjoys that fact. It seems to annoy him at times that Gojo catches on so easily.’ Geto offers a laugh, sitting up to meet Gojo’s gaze, sunglasses askew just enough to show the mischief in his eyes. ‘He called out before Toji on purpose, entirely to piss him off.’

“Punctual as ever, Toji.”

“Whenever I arrive I’m on time, long as it’s when I want to get there.” 

“Vague as ever as well. Either way, it’s of no matter, good you got here when you did. Satoru’s nearly finished the mochi.”

“I have not!”

Turning away from Toji and back to Gojo, Geto doesn’t miss the powder hanging off his lips. ‘Talking with his mouth full. Still distasteful, even by his standards.’ Grabbing a seat, Toji lets a sigh out, leaning down onto his back much like Geto was previously doing. He throws a comment at Gojo from his position.

“How many pieces remain?”

“There’s at least- uh… t- two…”

“Is that counting the one in your mouth?”

“Umm….”

“I’ll take that as a yes. I want the other one. Throw in some of that meat and we’ll call it even.”

“You mean a sandwich?” 

“If I wanted a sandwich I would have asked for one. I said meat.”

A smirk forms over Toji’s face, Geto letting out a chuckle as Gojo passes over the mochi, a sulk starting to form. Reaching into the basket, Geto pulls out a few sandwiches, tossing the bread back in as he hands Toji the meat by itself. ‘Who am I to judge what people eat…’

“Thanks. Now, can I take a nap here, or do you wanna spar a bit first? Been a long day.” 

“Can wait till later.”

Gojo offers, waving in a vague gesture before leaning his head down into Geto’s lap. In return Geto lets his hands wander through the white hair, stroking it as Gojo purrs. The sunglasses slowly slip down his nose until Geto pulls them off, setting them aside next to the basket. They stay like that for a minute, light snores starting to pour from Toji, until a smile starts to spread against Gojo’s face.

“What are you-”

“Hey Fushiguro, think fast!”

The cup Gojo tossed lands squarely on Toji’s face, Geto suppressing a laugh at the yelp that escapes from the gruff man. A glare shoots out at Gojo, Toji sitting up with a vicious grin, something dark starting to spread into his eyes. ‘Despite knowing he’s our ally, that look never gets less terrifying.’ 

“You wanna fight, Gojo? I’ve been craving a good ass kicking.” 

“Better run, Satoru. Got a feeling he’s about to beat you to a pulp.” 

“I’m sorry! I take it back!”

“I’ll start with that pretty face of yours.”

“Hey- woah- I need my face! How else am I supposed to get out of situations that go bad?”

“Maybe try not letting them go bad? Or, and here’s a new concept to you, don’t be the reason they go wrong, and maybe you won’t get blamed?” 

His mouth hanging open, Gojo raises an arm to mockingly drape over his face, Geto still finding himself being used as a human shield. ‘Despite the dramatics, we all know Toji couldn’t put a scratch on your face. Not anymore, at least. You have better control over infinity, and he doesn’t have the motivation.��

“You wound me, Toji!” 

“Another handful of meat and I’ll consider the assault forgiven.” 

Reaching down to grab the meat, Gojo’s uncovered eyes meet the warm sun, his face immediately ducking into Geto’s chest. Geto in return sighs, grabbing the sunglasses to prevent further outbursts he’ll have to clean up. Toji sighs, grabbing the meat himself while the others are distracted. 

“ihh’TIShh’kiew-! eh’gnchh’kiew-! hehh- aiYIShhiew-!” 

“Bless. Why did you have to aim that at me?”

“It came on fast. Besides, you’re the one who took off my sunglasses, so really it’s your fault.”

“Oh, is that the game we’re playing?”

“What do you mea-”

“It’s not my fault you’re so sensitive, Satoru.” 

Geto smirks as a cautious look crosses Gojo’s features, his nose twitching already. ‘He’s smart enough to know where I’m going with this. Looks like he’s reacting before I even get started.’ A hand raises to scrub at his face as Gojo casts a desperate look towards Toji, who for his part, seems utterly confused. ‘I guess I’ve never showed him this little party trick. He’s in for quite the show.’

“I mean, even the sun sets you off? What doesn’t get your nose itchy? Look at it now, it’s already twitching again.”

“S- hehh… Suguru… dohhhhn’t…” 

“It looks almost like a bunny, all scrunched up like that. It must be tickling so much.”

“hAH’aIYshhiew-! heH- dtshhh’kiew-!”

“Oh, bless. Even after those, your nose is still trembling. Does it almost feel like the tickle is gently buzzing through your nose, touching every sensitive-”

“ihh’gEShhh’kiew-! huh’tiSHhew-! huhh… hh- aiyshh-keashh-aiiishhh’iew-!”

Glancing over at Toji to catch his reaction to this little episode, Geto’s surprised to find his head ducking into his chest in a tight bob. Meeting his eyes however, there’s no sign of distress, a gruff chuckle spilling from his chest as Gojo’s eyes start to water. ‘Hm. Must have been nothing. Guess I’ll continue the show.’

“Suguruuu~ thihhhs isn’t- heHh-!  fa- ahh… fair!”

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that, what did you say? It’s a bit hard to hear you through those ticklish breaths.” 

“eh’GEchh’iew-! hheHHh-! nnNTShh’kiew-! heh’AIYshhiew-! G- god it tihhhckles…” 

“How bad? Almost like a feather is tracing your nose?” 

“hH’INchhiew-! hahh-! teschhh’kiew-!”

“knt-!” 

“What was that?”

“Nothin’ that I heard.”

Geto’s eyes snap off Gojo, searching for the source of the noise. Toji’s response draws his attention, but there’s no indication across his face that he’s lying. Deciding to focus back on his boyfriend ‘Who’s currently attempting to rub his nose off his face apparently-’ Geto lets out a warm laugh, mischief that would rival Gojo’s flashing through his eyes. 

“Getting in every corner, leaving little puffs of fluff behind as the tickle-”

“heh’IShhiew-! aihhh… heHhh-! guhh… uhhH- kiEShh’diew-! hNNChh’kiew-!”

“hH’knGt-! eh’dnT-!” 

The sound comes again, this time Geto doesn’t miss Toji’s head snapping to his chest with each noise. Once he raises it again, there’s not a trace of any irritation, except a faint hue of pink starting to form around his nose. Geto meets his eyes, watching the tint spread down his cheeks. 

“Are you- sneezing?” 

“And what of it? Happens sometimes, I’m human after all.” 

This catches Gojo’s attention, shifting his focus from his own nose to Toji’s face. His sunglasses tilt down as he seems to analyze the man glaring him down. Geto matches the gaze, catching the way Toji shifts nervously under the stare as his nose starts to scrunch again. 

“You sure that’s all? You seem a bit itchy.”

“Just drop it. I’m fine.”

“Well alright!”

Geto offers a warm smile, letting his eyes close as the crinkles form in his cheeks, before pretending to turn his attention back to Gojo. ‘I have a theory to test… but I have a feeling if I’m too obvious he’ll retaliate. Or, more likely, escalate to violence.’ Meeting eyes, Gojo gives him a nod, quite understanding of the plan.

“Look at how pink your nose is getting, it’s practically quivering. I bet you have to sneeze so bad, don’t you?”

“heH’ITChhhiew-! uhh… hihH-! kieshhhew-! hehHhhH-! heH- hH’geNShh’kiew-! aiyshh’diue-!”

Despite knowing it’s not meant for him, Gojo’s nose remains just as sensitive to suggestion, a fit bursting from him before he can prevent it. Geto’s focus shifts back to Toji, watching as his own nose twitches, a fist raising to crush it as his breath snags. Gojo starts to smirk, lightly pinching his own nose to get a few words out before he sneezes again. 

“It’s just so itchy.” 

“hH’KNgT-! innGDT-! eh’dehNGT-!”

“It’s ahhlmost like the tihhh… tickle… hehHH-! The tickle is just spreaahhhh… spreading throug- heH’IShh’kiew-! Through my n- nose…. hH’tnSHhh’diew-!”

“hH’RRSHHh’oo-! ah’RRUSHH’shoo-! eH’GNZSHhh’aah-!” 

Giggles burst from the duo before they can stop them, Toji shooting them a dark look, one that’s completely undercut by the way his nose twitched. Geto gets a hold of himself first, managing to meet the glare with a smirk of his own. 

“Geto I swear to god-”

“Your nose is twitching, Toji. Does it itch? Is the tickle slowly spreading up from the tip-”

“I hhhhate you- uh’RSHHH’aa-! ahRUSHhzshho-! 

“hh’tiESHh’iew-! hehh… ahhh-! hah’aiiyshhiew-!” 

“Fuck- heH’NNZSHhh’aa-! aiRSHH’ouh-!”

Matching sneezes echo from Gojo as he doubles over into his lap, mirroring Toji’s movements as they both palm at their noses. Just as Geto’s about to start laughing again at the adorable sight, he takes notice of the evil grin Toji’s wearing. ‘This can’t be good…’

“Hey Geto.”

“Hm?”

“Play wicked games, win wicked prizes.”

Before he can ask what that means, Geto’s face pales at the cigarette Toji pulls out and lights in one fluid motion, raising it to his lips. Geto opens his mouth to protest but gets cut off by a waft of smoke Toji blows right at his face. 

“ih’gxxt’choo-! heh’kxxt’chh-! inxxt’chho-! hh’txxt’chh-!”

“You know what? This actually is pretty funny.” 

“tnxxgt’choo-! eh’kshhnt’oo-! eh’keshh’ieuu-!”

Gojo’s practically rolling around with laughter as tears spill freely from his eyes, Toji chiming in with a rough laugh of his own, cigarette hanging from his mouth mockingly. ‘Touche but- knxxgt’chh-! I’m not done in that easily.’ Even his thoughts are interrupted by sneezes. Still, Geto rubs his nose, deciding to use this to his advantage. 

“Y- you’re right… hh’dnNShh’iue-! It just ti… tihhhh… tickles so much… it’s like there’s- knxxgt’choo-! This soft feeling slowly- hnXGT’chh-! Invading my nose, running frroohhhm… from the bridge, all the way down… d- down… eH’dnxgt’choo-! Down to the tip.”

The reaction is just as he planned, Toji’s nose practically red from the abuse it’s suffering, starts to scrunch again, giving him only enough time to wrench to the side as the fit begins again. Gojo doesn’t even bother, his trembling nose being pressed into his hands as he harmonizes with his own outburst. 

“huH’RRZZShhh’oo-! hehh- hh’zzASHHH’oo-! Geto you- hnNZSHh’uuh-!”

“aiyshh’kiew-! huhh... heh- ihhh’tiEShhiew-! knEShh’diew-!” 

“rrRUSHhh’aa-! You’re a dihhhck. hEH’RDJShh’ouh-!” 

“aiyshhiew-! hehh.. I h- have to… huHhh-! hh’keshh’chiew-!” 

Not able to get the cigarette out in time, Toji leans forward with a light cough, blowing smoke right onto the other two. Gojo’s not as allergic as Geto, but having it blown right at him gets his eyes watering up immediately, Geto not even getting a breath before the next series of sneezes overtakes him. 

“eh’gnxsh’ue-! hH’keshh’shuu-! hehknxt’choo-! inxxt’choo-! heh’knxxt’chh-! eh’dnShh’uee-!”

“heH’AIyshh’kiew-! ehh… hiH’eSHh’diew-!”

“Weak, the b- huhh… Both of youuu uhH’RUSHH’aa-! AERSHH’oo-!” 

“Not sounding so invulnerable yourself, Toji. eh’aIYshh’diew-! ehhh-! hah’dieshh’kiew-!”

“Okay, okay, you two. We give, you win Toji. hh’knxt’choo-!” 

“Like usual.”

The sneezes slowly fade out, laughter replacing them as all three find themselves laying down, gazing up at the sky as they wipe the tears from their eyes. Geto can’t help but smile at the scene, three of the strongest people at Jujutsu Tech reduced to a panting mess from a cloud of smoke and some words. 

“I didn’t know you were as sensitive as Satoru.”

“Hey-”

“I’m not. Just a tad suggestible is all.”

“I see.”

“You tell anyone you die, you got that Suguru?” 

In lieu of a response, Geto offers an innocent smile, reaching over and tapping the tip of Gojo’s nose. He gets a whimper in response, Gojo twisting around to bury his nose in the blanket as the sneezes start again. Toji winces at the action, chuckling lightly as Geto lays back down. 

“hehHH-! eiSHh’diew-! Hahh… hah’kESHhh’iew-!”

“Seems he maintains his position as the most sensitive.” 

“Ru- hUH’tIShh’kiew-! Rude.”

“Gross, Satoru.” 

“Th- thanksfor- iHH’keSHh’diew-! Thanks for your concern T- tehH’eSHhh’iew-! Toji.” 

“Geto, you better make sure he washes that before you put it back.”

“hAHhh… eh’geSHhhh’kiew-! enchshhh’iew-!”

Laughter descends over the three friends once more as Gojo leans into Geto, his arm casually draping across Toji’s chest. Normally this type of overly clingy affection was not stood for, but after the events of today, Toji lets it slide. The three of them close their eyes, bathing in the sun’s gentle embrace once more. For a moment, just a moment, they’re not the strongest, sorcerers, killers, or anything. 

They’re just three friends sharing a blanket on a warm spring day. 

[crazylilad]

Red- Chapter 16

AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)

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I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me. 

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself. 

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going. 

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close. 

But this was only the start 

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Chapter 16

Daryl

“No one else knows.” Rick said, his voice grim.

I shifted from foot to foot, my eyes watching him and Hershel. Unlike Rick, Hershel didn’t seem okay with this idea. The governor wants Michonne and Rick wants to give her to him. I didn’t like the idea at all. I knew what the Governor did to Maggie and Glenn, how much he had hurt them.

Michonne was someone he was asking for. I felt sick. If it were anyone else we wouldn’t be having this damn conversation. Then again, there were only so many of us left we wouldn’t survive an attack from the Governor. 

 “You gonna tell ‘em?” I asked. 

He shook his head slowly. “Not till’ after. We have to do it today. And it has to be quiet.” 

I nodded, my throat tight. What would Ross think? Hell, what would any of ‘em think? “You got a plan?”

Rick took a step toward me, looking as if he was convincing himself more than me. “We tell her we need to talk. Away from the others.”

Hershel looked down, a conflicting look on his face. I shake my head. “It just ain’t us man.”

“No it’s not.” Hershel said before walking away. 

I watched as the group walked outside. Rossary and Michonne were speaking quietly together. Rossary was smiling- truly smiling- as she showed Michonne her new jacket and her new knife, Michonne said something and Rossary laughed. I clenched my jaw. 

I hadn’t seen Rossary smile like that with anyone else in this group but me and Michonne. They were close. 

As if he saw my indecision, Rick took another step forward. “We do this, We can avoid a fight. No one else dies. Matthew and Beth can survive, Judith…” Rick trailed off. 

This wasn’t us. But it had to be. We weren’t gonna make it if we didn’t make these hard calls. I chanted the sentence over again, hoping to believe it. 

I nod and look at the concrete under me. Shame washed over me as I said the word. “Okay.”  

“We need someone else.”

Rick stared at me, waiting. Realization dawned on me. “I’ll talk to him.”

He paused. “No, I’ll do it.”

My hands clenched my crossbow strap as I neared Rossary.

…

Rossary

When I got off watch, Michonne met me at the gate. She wanted to go out into the field and set up some traps. Now, we had gathered a group and were doing just that. 

I liked her a lot. She was one of the few who understood my dislike of the prison. We had bonded over our love of close combat. I shook my head. 

Now, Daryl and Michonne pulled a spike strip out of the car. I stabbed another walker in the head before it could reach Daryl. He looked up at me, smirking.

Michonne swiped her sword, taking out two walkers. 

“Maybe you could teach me how to use that?” I had debated on whether or not I should ask since I had first seen her. I wiped sweat off my forehead. 

“If you’ll teach me how to fight with knives.” She smiled. “Let’s get through this and then we’ll talk about it.” 

Daryl hit the truck's side. “Come on! Let’s go.” 

I jumped on the tailgate and tucked my knife back into its sheath.

Rick opened the gate for us, staring quizzically as we passed by him. I followed his line of sight and turned back to see Matthew. He was at the catwalk with Maggie and Carl, helping to distract the walkers. He punched Carl on the arm lightly, even from here I could tell he was smiling. 

Carl turned back toward him and tackled him. The two boys had gotten closer while Daryl and I were gone. I snorted when Carl was able to send Matthew to the ground before quickly getting told off by Maggie. Even from here the boys looked guilty.

“They try to drive up to the gate again, maybe some blown tires will stop them.” Glenn said as he walked toward Rick. 

Rick nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

“It was Michonne’s.” Daryl said quickly, his voice tight. I stared at him but he avoided my gaze. 

“We don’t have to win,” Michonne said. “We just have to make their getting at us more trouble than it’s worth.” 

I nodded along. “We spoke about it earlier. If we’re lucky, maybe we could scare off the fighters, make them realize just how dangerous all this really is.” 

A gate opened and Matthew jogged to stand next to me. He bumped my shoulder, the smell of sweat and lingering as everyone gathered together. Matthew looked down at me, the same thought going through his head. 

I shook my head and looked away, following the rest of the group inside.

…

Daryl

I held my crossbow up as I walked through the tombs. “Merle!” I called. “You down here?” I turned a corner, following the voices in the generator room. “Merle!” 

Merle leaned over a counter, looking slightly tense. I dropped my crossbow.  “Hey, little brother.”

 I frowned. “What the hell?” I paced around the room.

“I was just about to holler back at ya.” Merle wiped his mouth, grinning.

I moved to walk past him but he blocked me. I tried again but he didn’t back down. I clenched my jaw. “Whatcha doin’ down here?”

Merle shrugged. “Just looking for a little crystal meth.”

A disappointed sigh escaped me. There was already so much trying to kill us. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Shit will mess my life up when everything is going so sweet.”

I changed the subject. “You talk to Rick yet?” 

“Yeah. Oh yeah, I’m in.” He said, his voice grim. So that was what was going on. “But, he ain’t got the stomach for it. He’s gonna buckle, you know that, right?” 

I shrug, my eyes downcasted. “Yeah, if he does, he does.”

“You want him to?” 

Yes, I did. Fear was making us do stupid decisions. Michonne had saved us many times before. And no matter how hard I tried to tell myself this was what was best, I couldn’t make myself believe it. 

I shook my head. “Whatever he says goes.”

Merle scoffed. “Man. Do you even possess a pair of balls, little brother?” I rolled my eyes. “Are they even attached? I mean, if they are, are they yours?” Merle scowled. “You used to call people like that sheep. What happened to you?”

It seemed he was already high as hell.

I clenched the handle of my crossbow. “What happened… With you and Glenn… and Maggie?”

I knew Glenn was beat, knew that some shit went down but I didn’t think I had the whole story. 

Merle looked down, his eyes filled with shame. “I’ve done worse. You need to grow up. Things are different now.”

Things weren’t all that different. I was still fighting to survive, just in a different way. 

“Your people look at me like I’m the devil…” Merle clenched his jaw. Hatred filled his eyes and rolled off him in large waves, but it wasn’t toward anyone. It was directed to himself. His hand clenched the counter he was leaning on, his knuckles white.

“Grabbing up those lovebirds like that, huh? Now y’all wanna do the same thing I did… snatch someone up and give ‘em to The Governor. Just like me. People do what they gotta do or they die.”

I shook my head. “Can’t do things without people anymore, man.”

Merle scoffed. “Maybe these people need somebody like me around, huh? Do their dirty work. Maybe that’s how it is now. How does that hit ya?” 

I frowned and shook my head. My voice came out strained as I spoke my next words. “I just want my brother back, man.”

…

Rossary

I walked around the cell block, my fingers trailing the wall. Beth was humming a song to Judith as she bounced the baby up and down lightly. I smiled at them. 

The blonde looked up. “You wanna hold her?” 

I shook my head. “Matthew and I are supposed to hang out once he gets off watch.” 

Her brows creased. “Carol is on watch.” 

I bit my lip before I looked out the cell block door. Hershel sat at the table with Carl reading Tom Sawyer. I thanked Beth before walking out the prison. 

Carol stood watch, a gun in her hand. I jogged into the empty field until I was in front of the watchtower. “Hey, have you seen Matthew?” I yelled up at Carol, taking slow deep breaths and relaxed my face. He was fine.

Carol shook her head, frowning. “Have you checked his cell? He was complaining about a headache when I came out here.” 

I bit my lip as I shook my head. I had been in my cell for a while. If he had gone to his cell I would’ve known. I shoved down my worry and thought of anything reasonable that would explain him missing.

“I’ll check again,” I muttered. 

I turned around at the sound of a prison door opening. Daryl waved me over to him but I shook my head, too encompassed in my thoughts to deal with him right now. 

Carol’s face morphed into worry. “Are you okay?” 

I nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

I walked back toward the prison. I tried to keep myself composed and neutral, my face a perfect statue of calm. No one else needed to worry. He was fine.

Daryl held his crossbow, his arms tense. I frowned and asked the same question Carol had asked me. 

“You good?” 

He chewed on his cheek before gently taking my arm and pulling me away from view, indecision clear. “How do you know when a choice will eat you up?”

I took a small step back, slightly taken aback. “What do you mean?” 

He let out a rough sigh. “You’ve killed people-” I flinched, my cheeks heating up. Daryl reeled back, his eyes wide. “Nah, that’s not what I- I didn’t…” he sighed, his eyes closed as he absently rubbed circles on my hand. “The Governor wants Michonne and Rick is going to give him to her.”

I stared at him, my eyes wide. I was no longer thinking about Matthew, but about the friend I had just made. “No, he’s-”

“It’s off!” Someone called. I turned to see Rick jogging toward us, his eyes crazed. I clenched my jaw but said nothing. Rick ignored me and faced Daryl. “We’ll take our chances.”

Daryl turned away from me, shame in his eyes. “I’m not saying it was the wrong call-” I scoffed. It was the wrong call. We were no better than the walkers. How far would humanity fall before it reached the bottom? “But this is definitely the right one.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s wrong then?”

Rick looked at me then at Daryl, the archer looked away. “I can’t find Merle or Michonne. They’re gone.” 

Daryl nodded before taking off toward the tombs. “Last I saw him he was down here!”

Rick and I followed close behind. I took out my knives, mentally cursing when I realized my gun was in the prison.

“What about Matthew? Did you give him up as well?” I hissed, my thoughts clouded with the worst outcomes.

Rick looked just as worried and confused as I was feeling. “No, just Michonne. Why?”

“Because he’s missing as well.” My stomach turned, hoping I was wrong and that Matthew was just hiding up in a tower.

Daryl led the way, stopping once we hit the generator room. “He was in here.” Daryl said. I looked around. “Said he was lookin’ for drugs… Said a lot of things, actually.” 

I followed Rick to the other side. “Like what?” The Cop asked. 

“That you were gonna change your mind.” I stared at the pillowcase on the ground. Daryl bent down and picked it up. “Here we go… Yeah he took her here.”

Rick cursed, his eyes slightly wide. 

 “What did you do?” I asked, my voice calm even though I could hardly breath. He didn’t even look at me, guilt heavy on his shoulders.

“I’m going after him.” Daryl cut in. “I’ma look for Matthew as well, see if he’s out there too.”

Rick ran for one of the exits. “I’ll go with you.”

“You can’t track for shit.” Daryl retorted. 

I stood and made up my mind that I would stay back in case Matthew showed up. Daryl made eye contact with me. I nodded, letting him know he was on his own.

“Then the both of us.” Rick said. This was his way of making amends. 

“No, just me. I said I’d go and I’ll go.” Daryl glanced at me once I stared moving toward them. “Plus you need to be ready.” Daryl stared at me with such intensity I could hardly keep eye contact. “I’ll find Matthew.” 

I gave him a small worried smile, praying he was right.

…

Daryl

I walked for a while, my eyes on the ground as I followed scuffed footprints. Merle was good at keeping his tracks hidden, but I was better. 

My steps sped up when I saw Michonne. I looked around, not seeing Merle anywhere. She stabbed a walker in the head with her sword. 

“Hey!” I called. Michonne turned toward me, a look of disappointment on her face. “Where’s my brother?” I slowed my pace and dropped my crossbow. “You kill him?” 

Michonne shook her head slowly. “He let me go.”

I nodded, my eyes trailing the road at where the footprints continued. “And Matthew?” I didn’t want to think about what Rossary would do if Michonne was safe but Matthew wasn’t.

“He followed Merle. Merle knocked him out and locked him in a house not too far away.” she explained. “I’m going to get him now.”

I bit my cheek. Now that Matthew was safe, as soon as Rossary found out, I knew she would come to find me. She was no tracker but when she set her mind on something she would do it no matter what. I shook my head and looked at Michonne. “Don’t let anyone come after me.” I said before sprinting toward where Merle was going.

…

Rossary

I gripped my knife tightly, leaving an indent.

Rick stood in front of the group. I tried to understand that he was doing what’s best for the group. That meant making hard choices. But this was a plain out sacrifice, and no matter how hard I tried to think of it differently, Michonne wasn’t a bargaining piece to be thrown around. She was someone who had been part of this group for a while now. She was trusted and liked by just about everyone. Hell, even Carl liked her. 

Rick was the one who made this decision. Who decided her life was worth less than anyone else’s. I couldn’t see that he was trying to do what was best for the group, that he was trying to keep us all alive. Instead, I saw William. How he didn’t care what it took, how many lives were sacrificed. 

“When I met The Governor, he offered me a deal. He said… he said he would leave us alone if I gave him Michonne.” 

I leaned against a cafeteria table, next to Carol. She glanced over at me before looking at my hand. I loosened my grip.

“And I was gonna do that… to keep us safe. I changed my mind. But now Merle took her to fulfill the deal and Daryl went to stop him and I don’t know if it’s too late.” 

Rick continued. “I was wrong, not to tell you.” He looked up at me. “And I’m sorry.”

I looked down. Even when I tried, I couldn’t hate him. He did what he thought was right, and sometimes that wasn’t the best choice. Still, a fear ate at me that we would become what we were fighting against. I had run away so many times, what would it matter if I did it again.

He had Judith and Carl to think of, and Beth and Maggie… a Dark, dark part of me understood why he made the choice he did.

…

I stood in the guard tower Daryl and I usually kept watch in. 

Despite how ugly today was becoming, it was a beautiful day. 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. I didn’t want to live with another group like William. I couldn’t. I had lost so much already, so many humane pieces of myself that I don’t think I would ever get back. 

It didn’t matter if Daryl was with this group, if I had already trusted everyone here. I shook the thought off. I wanted to talk to someone, to be told it would be okay. I wanted a hug.

I couldn’t stop the overwhelming sense of hopelessness that continued to grow in my chest. Tears burned at my eyes.  Matthew wasn’t here. I was alone now. The very thought killed me. I never wanted to be without him.

I didn’t turn around as the door opened. Someone touched my shoulder softly.

Rick came into view, a rifle in hand. I frowned. 

“I-” Rick paused and pulled his rifle up. 

I was running down the stairs befAore he could tell me who he saw.

…

Daryl

I wrinkled my nose at the overbearing smell of death as I shot a walker who was too busy eating to notice me. 

There was a black car abandoned not far from where Rick met with The Governor, walkers surrounding the area around it and the driver side door was open. 

I looked inside. The car was all shot up. 

The sound of growls pulled me further through the area. I followed the sound, keeping my eyes out for anything that would tell me where Merle was. It didn’t matter if I followed tracks all the way back to Woodbury in order to find him. I had lost him once, I wouldn’t do it again.

I turned the corner of the building. In front of me were some scattered walkers. My scowl deepened as I saw one watching one of the Governor’s men. It was just a teenage boy with a bullet hole to his head. 

Then I saw Him. 

My crossbow went limp in my hand. I didn’t believe it.

I blinked, my face hot as my brother looked up. My throat was closing and tears blurred my vision. He growled, ready for a live meal. I watched, frozen, as he stood. Guts fell onto the floor and he tripped over a body. 

I backed away, my vision blurry.

My shoulders caved in and an odd whispering sound left my mouth. I couldn’t control my body or the overwhelming emotions that were taking over. I didn't know what else to do. 

I pushed Merle away but he didn’t stop coming. 

He kept coming and I had no choice. 

I pulled out my hunting knife and stabbed his chest. Before he could recover I pulled my knife out and stabbed his head.

I did it again and again, angry at him for leaving me as a kid, for never protecting me from our father, and for not being here now. I cried out when his face was unrecognizable. 

My brother was dead.

[mortalmab]

Here we go

Terran cracked an eye open. Morning again. By far, the worst part of being an itinerant scholar was waking up stiff on the road. Late spring was a better time to be sleeping rough than some others, but this far north the ground still remembered winter. Terran pulled their bedroll more tightly around themselves for a moment, willing sleep to return. It did not. The persistent ache in their bladder, combined with the root they seem to have rolled onto in the night, made Terran climb out of last night’s bed and crack their back. Their breath made ghosts in the chill dawn air as they took care of their morning routine, packed up the bedroll, and continued down the road.

Hurstley, the eastern-most holding in the county of Valareth, was big enough that it took several days to cross on foot. It had been a long journey north and Terran’s purse was feeling the effects. Their feet were feeling it even harder.

The clop-clop of hooves and the creaking of a wagon brought relief. Terran turned and coming up the road was a hay wagon pulled by a braw farm horse. The old man on top looked like a peeled apple left in the sun for too long. Terran waited for the cart to catch up with them. They began to walk alongside.

“Good morning!” they called. The farmer nodded at them.

“Good morning young master.”

“Where are you headed, Grandfather?”

“On up to Hurstley Manor, young…ster.” Terran was used to the hesitation. They had been told several times that it was hard to determine exactly what they looked like and honestly Terran enjoyed it that way. Jaw just a little too strong to be comfortably feminine, chest just slightly too big to be comfortably masculine, Terran rested in a comfortable androgyny. The old man shook his head but continued, “are you looking for a lift?”

Terran offered him a brilliant smile. “If there’s room on your cart, Grandfather, I’d love nothing more.”

The old man was an amiable travel companion. He talked with pride about his farm and his home and his family.

“We’ve lived in Hurstley since the War of the Gods, it seems. Bora’s Body, but there isn’t a more beautiful place in all the world, seems to me. And Lirburn is a good master. My boys and I, we grow the hay that supplies the castle and the town below it.”

“You must have a big farm then?”

“Oh aye. And times must be good because Sir Lirburn has been ordering more of our hay than he used to, seems like! If this keeps up, we’ll need to till even the fallow field next year! I’d warn him though, you can’t keep using up the fallow field year in and out. Fields got to go fallow for a reason!”

He continued speaking but Terran stopped listening. Sometimes a Knight or Lord might have need of a few extra supplies if he was expecting a party or some such, but to make continued increases in supplies sounded to Terran less like times were good and more like times were about to get bad.

“So whereabouts are you from then?”

Terran jumped at the question. They took a second to bring themselves present.

“Uh, most recently from Tonbridge, but originally Tyr’s Reach.”

“Oh that right? You’re a long ways from the capitol, youngster.”

Terran shrugged. “Gotta go where there’s work.”

The old man laughed. “Too right, too right.” He seemed content to leave it at that. Terran was relieved. Truthfully, as a master in the Scribal Guild, Terran could have gotten work just about anywhere. The book in their pack burned in the back of their mind. Afar as Terran’s studies had taken them, their final destination was somewhere in the Duchy of Norfolk. Either County Valareth or County Cheshire, if Terran was right. Terran was unlikely to find a very lucrative contract out here but work was work and Terran would take whatever paved their way to their final destination. Wherever that ended up being.

The town of Hurstley had a relaxed atmosphere about it, being in the shadow of the manor house. The house was a stone manor surrounded by a wooden palisade at the top of a hill with a rocky bluff down one side. No way to bring a large force there without being noticed. The manor, the town, the holding of this size were all far more than most knights had. Sir Lirburn must have the good graces of someone.

Catch you in the next update!

[sttinkky]

My favourite memory was around 2 years ago in the summer (I was 15-16) where I was out with my friends we would get alcohol and cigarettes from the sketchy shop keeper and just sit in field and then we’ll walk home till like 4/5 in the morning just talking shit and vibin, we didn’t have a care in the world, we wasn’t worrying about anything (even tho we should of been home revising) we were finding ourselves and expressing ourselves, we actually felt free for once

We called it our “teenage dirtbag moment” (kinda cringe)

I miss those memories I want to create more like that however everyone’s 18 now they all have a jobs, partners, go clubbing and are busy

Which sucks for someone like me who is unemployed and doesn’t even have their id yet, is ridiculously broke and has no goal or ambitions.

I feel like I’m stuck, I don’t want to grow up and I don’t know what is in the future for me.

gets a lil lonely sometimes, but I guess that’s just all apart of growing up

[fartfagoutlet]

Sam approached you with his usual sexy swagger after lunch break. “Good news, faggot. I talked to Melissa last night and she’s down with whatever I want, haha. Cancel your plans for tonight and the rest of the week too.”

“I’m sorry?” Sam had barely said two words to me in the three weeks I’d worked for the construction office. I worked office side and him in the field. I won’t deny I found him stunningly attractive but I wasn’t a mind reader either…My face must’ve shown my shock at him using the f word too.

“Did I stutter, faggot? Clock out. We’re going to my house. Sanchez says fairy’s like you practically live on straight man farts. That got me thinking, I’ve always wanted a tongue up my shithole while I fuck but Mel won’t get anywhere near my smelly asshole and you drool over me so I’m gonna make your day. You’re coming over after work from now on whenever I snap my fingers at you. Keep your clothes on and crawl into my house behind me. I want Mel to understand what a low life you are so you’ll crawl closer when I kiss her hello and just lap at my dirty boots, understand? When I snap my fingers again, you’ll crawl to the bedroom and wait at the foot of my bed, pull off my boots and lick the bottom of my sweaty feet. Sanchez says you need those pheremones, that they keep fags ‘in line’ or they need the belt. When me and Mel start to fuck you’ll get your face in nice and close and lap at my sweaty crack, cleaning it all up suck up all of it that pools under my hairy balls and make sure you get my ass slime all over your nose, into your pores. We’ll show Mel how obedient you are too, when I fart, you’ll moan and thank me, calling me your god and such. I’ll pull out after I cum and you can lick my cock clean and crawl away to fix us dinner, then just let yourself out quietly unless I want a massage or some such.”

My mouth hung open, and I stared for a few seconds till Sam slapped my face hard. “Let’s go faggot, trains leaving! Your new life begins now”

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN INVESTORS

A bit later I realized why. If you study conversations, you find there is a way of classifying forms of disagreement. The biggest fear of investors looking at early stage startups, and b explain why users will want it. What could be a better sign that someone was satisfied with a search result than going to the site and buying something? What do you make? The thesis seems to be as bad for startups as too much time, so we encourage them to focus on working with other students they want as cofounders. In the earliest stage, startups not only have more questions to answer, but they wouldn't happen if he weren't CEO. In some fields it might be a good language. This too seems a technique that should be: and the reason I can't believe the author dismisses intelligent design in such a cavalier fashion.

But it doesn't matter much either way. Mistake number two. Shockley, one of the features of our scheme is that it will make the people who didn't have the energy to keep a company going in lieu of unburdening success isn't free; it is siphoned from the founders themselves. These are smart people; if the technology was good, they'd have used it voluntarily. If you understand them, you can at least avoid being surprised, the next thought after that should be generally applicable. The books the professors wrote about expert systems are now ignored. Fortunately, it can be convincing. On the subway back from the airport she asked Why is everyone smiling? I spend a lot of the towns they like most is the freedom: I'm surprised by how long it takes is that they're bad at judging startups.

After a while, if you could get all three for nothing. These can certainly affect your life—it's hard to get into grad school, or to get a penny till the company is still theirs.1 A that this is a game of skill.2 1%-4. I'm not eager to fix that. If you can't find an actual quote to disagree with, you may have a whole car to yourself. So this relationship has to be a lot of the people there are rich, or expect to be when their options vest. Experienced investors know that, so stories of this type will get their attention.3 And yet while there are in fact lots of ways for such information to spread among investors, the main vector is probably the defining quality of Silicon Valley were the office space.

Sometimes they even agree with one another to assemble railroad monopolies. The more mobile startups get, the harder it is to kill. The reason not to put all your eggs in one basket is not the only cost of hiring someone: there's usually salary and overhead is 1. You have to find a new job in a bad economy will be higher than for waiting. It happened to cloth manufacture in the thirteenth century, generating the wealth that later brought about the Renaissance. Basically, unions were just Razorfish. That would have saved me in all three cases.

The reason VCs seem formidable is that it's tested more severely than in most other situations. The other is the sense we mean when we talk about the needs of the users determine what to do next. That's why I don't find that I'm eager to learn it. You can never tell what will work.4 When they're raising money, for example, or a new category of things not to eat—the Bay Area would be the place to do it. Maybe we'll just have to do that with coworkers. But to spend it doing fake work. One is that being mean makes you fail.

We often emphasize how rarely startups win simply because they hit on some magic idea. If you're small, they don't think it is urgent. By this point everyone knows you should release fast and iterate. It was not always this way. As often happens, Ron discovered how to be the cockroaches of the corporate world. If you don't genuinely believe that, perhaps you ought to change what your company is doing. So here's an attempt at a disagreement hierarchy: DH0. Facebook. In the original Java white paper, Gosling explicitly says Java was designed not to be too difficult for programmers used to C.

Notes

Y Combinator only got 38 cents on the valuation turns out to be sharply differentiated. You may not be able to redistribute wealth successfully, because they believe they do the same way a bibilical literalist is committed to believing anything in particular, because sometimes artists unconsciously use tricks by imitating art that is worth studying, especially if you repair a machine that's broken because a great programmer is infinitely more valuable, because software takes longer to close than you expect. In fact the secret weapon of the companies fail, unless you're sure your money will be lots of others followed.

The dictator in the world, but that wasn't a partnership.

I don't like the one hand and the restrictions on what people mean when they buy some startups and not be surprised if VCs' tendency to push founders to have gotten where they are at least try. Those investors probably thought they'd been living in a band, or Seattle, consider moving. And frankly even these companies wish they weren't, because it doesn't change the meaning of the next investor.

Even if you like a knowledge of human nature, might come from. The top VCs thus have a competent startup lawyer handle the deal. But a company grew at 1% a week for 19 years, maybe you don't need its reassurance. Hypothesis: Any plan in 2001, but as a cause them to.