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vqrtualheartss · 1 year ago

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Across the multiverse, Love Beyond Dimensions —𝑬42 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Here is part one linked. But before starting off anything, I have to say and give a major thanks for the support on part one, I almost cried fr fr.

Part three

Lemme be informative:

I am in no way, shape or form trying to villainize Gwen, everything is just for plot. Infact, I love Gwiles, my only point of interest is Miles G.

As you're reading this best believe that I am currently working on part three and four so bare with me

The day in the story you are currently acting out until any indication of a change is Saturday, you got brought into the dimension, rescued by Miles and woke up in the same day

The purple "liquid thing" is Gentian violet, it's something used for minor cuts and injuries

At one point, you're gonna be like " why did I cry over that?" Listen, it's like because of how your body reacted to suddenly being harmed, kinda like how you'd cry if you experienced shock suddenly, or long answer short you just did

My eyes flickered as they opened, eyebrows knitted at the fact that I couldn't recognize where I was, completely ignoring the state of my body. At the time, I was laid out on a bed centered infront a mirror, framed on a rectangular shelf around it's perimeter was a collection of Nike Air's and Jordan 1's -sneakerhead much?- but that's not the point. Looking at myself I saw bandages wrapped around my limbs , specifically my left elbow and shoulder. Multiple small cuts around my body patched up with band-aids layering over a thin sheet of oils and some purple...liquid thing? I didn't question it. My lips had some type of balm on it to accommodate the swelling and bleeding, a big white patch secured to the right side of my neck.

Looking in the mirror, I noticed that my hair was tied up in two puffs and not just the one that I had before, assuming it was to place another bandage I felt around my head until my hand stopped at a soft material, I patted it, it didn't feel big nor did it place any pressure onto my scalp. Looking at my reflection once more, noticing the change in my garments, I tugged at the oversized shirt I had on, amazed at the difference in space between my body and the shirt. Attempting to get closer to the mirror to examine myself more, I put a foot infront the bed standing on it to ensure my balance. Steadying myself, I walked closer, the other half of my body was covered in grey sweats'. I saw my phone on a bedside table, a few cracks on the screen

I stood, contemplating if I should wonder around the place or not, -I mean , wandering was what got things done to me in the first place- but I am inside nevertheless, it can't be that bad.

Going against my self-judgement, I walked outside the room, going down a short hallway, I heard the sound of.. punching?

"Just how much violence is in one universe?"

Following the sound I was led upstairs to a door seemingly going up to a penthouse level, I could say that it was hidden well -given that the house was big- but you could easily find it cause of all the ruckus. Knocking on the door I heard the combat stop when the door creaked open revealing a boy behind it. To say that he was handsome is an understatement.

This man was a work of ART, God truly has his favourites and he is one- no doubts, with two braids climbing down the length of his neck, it accentuated his face shape so..perfectly? -Is there anything sharper than his jawline HELLO? - His eyes rested low, probably a result of beating the shit out of whatever it is in there, it didn't make him any less attractive though, can guarantee that. Leaning on the door frame, he still towered over my body at about 6"1 When I tell you this man has body, believe me, his abs legit looks like they were chiseled out of stone, whoever is his girlfriend is living THE life.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it's impolite to stare?" I narrowed my eyes at him, -there's something nagging me well, besides him. Is there's something I should be paying closer attention to.?- Suddenly it hit me

"MILES?" We both looked confused, he looked so similar yet different from the one I knew . I suddenly wanted to scream, cry, everything, but, I knew it would be so wrong to take out my emotions on the boy that didn't do anything to me. That surely didn't stop my face from expressing my sadness.

"Okay one, how do you know my name? That's some real stalker shit. Two, what's with your face.. Come in"

Should I be offended or what-, I walked inside observing the space as he closed the door behind me. There was training gear on shelves and randomly spread across the floor, barbells organized by weight size, a treadmill and other machines lined up around the room, a punching bag in the centre of the area. I sat on a bench facing three giant windows showcasing the sunset outside, I smiled at the scenery as he put his other boxing glove on.

"You're not very bright are you?" no manners. He started to perform another round combat on the bag but not as hard as before, decreasing the volume of his hits.

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone knows that Brooklyn is basically Gotham city at night. , so he's the hero

"Thought you knew that with your big ass forehead".

I covered my mouth and forehead, eyes widening in pure shock as he laughed, taking off his gloves he sat himself beside me on the bench, setting them on the floor.

"I'm not from here...worst first day ever in my opinion" I looked at my body once more, getting more curious with each passing second.

"Just be careful, I won't be around to save you everyday. Give me your hand" I obliged, looking down at him as he squeezed it.

"Does that hurt?" I shook no, if anything I wanted him to hold my hand, I fought myself from crying in the moment in all honesty

My heart missed him, even if it wasn't technically him

I knew it wasn't safe here for me, being from and in another dimension and all, but I didn't want to go back either. Even so, there was one place I knew I had to go to get home, I couldn't risk getting hurt until then. -Jinxed it- I started to convulse, bright flashes spreading across my body tearing me open as I fell to the ground. Tears uncontrollably started to fall as I layed on the floor holding onto my torso, waiting for the glitching to stop.

I felt Miles' grip on my hand tighten as he held me close on the floor, a worried look drawn onto his face as he wiped my cheeks. "What the actual fuck was that? Do you need anything? Man talk to me" His bitchy attitude slowly disappeared as his concern grew, as much as I wanted to answer, I couldn't. I buried my face into his chest, slowly sitting up being wary of any aftershocks that might happen. "Start talking so I can help you" "Yea, you're right , sorry." I tried to lift myself to get up off him but, my body was too weak. He put a hand on my shoulder "You can stay there", I weakly said thank you, as he smiled at me before starting off my explanation

"Thing is"

Time-skip, about 40 minutes. You've explained the multiverse and what it is, reason why it's so long is because y'all keep going offtrack and talking. Here's some convo glimpses

"So basically in all the universes there are we exist in every one of them?"

"Mhm, that's right and you might be somewhat similar or completely different in each one. And, logically, there might be two of me here"

"What's your name? I think I can find out for you" I was confused at his proposal but gave him anyway

"It's (y/n) (y/l/n)"

"That's a pretty name, " . I replied with a 'Thank you' before we reverted to silence, comfortable silence. My head was now laid in his lap as he played with my hair, finger coiling and twisting it. "So how'd you get here? Being in another dimension and all"

I toyed with my fingernails, examining each one as I answered "Long story short, there was this inter-dimensional villain that came, caught me, I fell into a hole leading to a different dimension. And that dimension is here"

I pointed towards the window at the end of my sentence, adding exaggeration. "I see. Think I know what can help with the glitching, well something, but that's for tomorrow. Right now, I want you to answer some questions for me" I narrowed my eyes, curiosity skyrocketing at his offers to help in the situations I had -the really wierd situations I had-, my gaze softening to the end of his sentence. "Okay, go on"

"Assuming that you knew me before, cause you know my name. What was I like? Be brutally honest"

If I went brutally honest I'd go ballistic

"Since we're being brutally honest. You cheated on me with a white girl" .

I tried to contain my laughter as his eyes widened almost comically.

"Stop playing with me" I stayed silent, my hand draped over my mouth, still trying to restrain myself. "I fumbled a bad bitch.. for a white girl?? Not even a Latina?? A WHITE GIRL?"

I shook my head as I finally let out my laughter, covering my face with both hands.

"That's whack..on behalf of the other Miles's we DO NOT claim that nigga"

"Ayee, 'preciate it. What's probably the worst part about it is she wasn't even from our dimension"

He dragged his hand over his mouth, dramatically expressing shock. "That is foul. He needs his head in the game ASAP". He snapped his finger, placing emphasis on the last word.

"It's cool" I started to lift my body off his, sitting beside him to watch the last stages of the sunset.

"Does that mean that we were together?"

"I mean yeah, but not us as in me and you. Kinda like a twin"

"I could never be related to that jackass" I chuckled slightly, eyes never leaving the scenery.

"It's getting late, and you haven't even eaten. I'll slap upside your head to take care of yourself" I looked at him, with an intentionally creepy smile "I can't cook" he looked at me blinking slowly "I'll cook for you if you stop smiling like that. please. It's creepy" I smiled widely at his offer to help me out. He got up, walking to the door "waittt."

"Ughh, what is it"

"I want a picture of the sky"

"Then take it"

"I want you to be in it" the creepy smile returning to my face to unease him.

His face screwed up, "Stop with that smile" frowning, I pouted my lips as I pointed jis phone camera to focus on the sky as I stood Infront it. The password was still the same

"What am I going to do with you" Miles walked over beside me, smiling as I took the picture. "Definitely my new wallpaper"

He rolled his eyes, smiling slightly "Come on" extending his hand as he walked over, leaning onto the wall next to the door. I held onto his hand, as he led me outside onto the corridor. He stopped, looking at me, hand resting around his chin other on his neck. The wind was blowing hard, the clothes basically acting as a parachute

"We need to get you some clothes". Looking down, I pulled on the shirt tilting my head as I looked up "Who changed me? " His face flushed bright red as he pointed at himself. I blinked about 6 times in a row slowly. "Oh." "Uh, let's get going shall we?" I shook yes, holding onto his hand again before he walked off, intertwining them as he looked down at me

"For someone with a big ass forehead you're cute"

"Do you have to mention my forehead every time?"

"Do you have to complain every time or can you just say thanks" I scrunched up my nose as he led me towards a kitchen island releasing my hand. "Thank you Miles Morales" "You're welcome (y/n) (y/l/n)" I stuck my tongue out at him "Don't make me cut that off" retracting my tongue,I raised my hand to flip him off , he used a double tooth fork to point at my fingers "Or those either"

Placing the utensil on the table he reached for an apron latched onto a hook.

"What do you want to eat" I shrugged in response.

"Anything you're allergic to"

"No, I don't think I have any allergies"

"You're sure" I shook my head yes "

Very sure? I'm not taking the blame if you die"

"Very sure" I repeated his words putting up two thumbs.

"I think I have something in mind for you" he turned around, grabbing different utensils and pots from shelves, racks and cupboards. I was told to grab different ingredients from the fridge and shelves to make the food.... and a fool of myself.

"Get that bottle of powdered sugar (y/n)" he pointed towards a shelf, looking at its height I was skeptical at first but I decided to try and reach it. I was jumping for a good minute trying to reach. "What's taking so long?" I suddenly heard laughter behind me, then the sound of footsteps coming. Reaching for it himself, he looked down at my face, narrowing his eyes as we made contact for a few seconds "I'm embarrassed for you" I sucked my teeth "It's not my fault I'm short" "Sure, but we should probably get talking to ensure your safety and all that" As he said that he returned to his position, and I to mine behind the table. "Talking about what exactly?"

"Well, for one, I'll be out early trying to get something for your glitching. If you can't tell, I hate hearing you cry" Reaching for a knife on the counter he cut a piece of a fried dumpling, taking it up with a fork he brought it up to my face. "Eat this" as my mouth touched the food, I immediately retracted my face, fingers pressing against my lips, my eyebrows furrowed as tears welled. "You're too soft" he laughed before starting to blow on the dumpling before handing it back to me. "Here, I'm sorry" smiling taking the food, I started to analyze it, shaking my head in approval.

"I like it.. what is it?" Miles turned around to flip the rest in the pot

"They're fried dumplings, my mother taught me how to make them" my expression stayed same as I digested, the answer was expected

"Hm, expected, is Tiá Rio doing okay?" He turned around with an inquisitive expression, leaning on the counter

"Tiá Rio?"

"Yea, your mother?"

"She'd love you for calling her that " he chuckled before continuing "She's always complaining that oh 'this generation has no manners, they're even calling parents by their first names.. it's shameful' "

"I can just hear her saying it" I laughed as he plated the food, it was about 2 pot fulls of dumplings.

It was nearing midnight now and somehow I found myself seated on the ceramic table top, Miles' arms draped on both sides of my legs, which were swaying freely under his body.

The things I'd do to stay in this moment.

The plate was finishing as the time went by.

"Look, here's a heart one." I blankly looked at it before deciding "It's too cute I can't eat it"

"I'll eat it for you" "You wouldn't dare" I looked down at him with wide eyes

"I'll make more heart-shaped ones for you" Hugging him, well .. his head, I pulled back "When?"

"Friday" "That's too long" "Stop counting the days then" I turned my head away.

"Goodnight Miles" he turned my head by the chin, "Come on estrella, don't be like that"

I tilted my head at the sudden Spanish, confused. His accent was definitelymore prominent than my Miles. "Estrella?" "Tch, you don't even know basic Spanish? Estrella means star"

I held my hand close to my heart, "That is the sweetest thing- yawn" I awkwardly folded my lips, using my index finger to scratch my head. "I believe it's wayy past your bedtime now is it"

I narrowed my eyes glaring at him, before I could use the stool as a step, Miles took me up in his hands carrying me around the room running. That resulted in both of us laughing and smiling as we laid down in his room. I was on the edge of the bed and he was on a small couch that was at the end of it. My hand wrapped around a finger of his as we talked.

"So depending on how tomorrow goes, your stay here can go one of two ways. If that thing can stop your glitching then we could take our time in sending you home, if not we'd have to find another way and fast" I hummed a 'mhm' in response, being too weak to move my body anymore

"In the case that you can stay longer we can enroll you in a school before the end of summer, change your appearance-" I held up a finger Infront his face to stop him before mumbling a "How so?"

"Well, you don't pay anything for my school, just pass the hard ass entry exam and that's it"

"If there is two of me there wouldn't that bring up suspicion?" I bent completely over the edge of the bed searching for his hand which he raised up noticing my actions.

"That's what I'm getting to, you'd have a fake name, new style, probably dye your hair-"

"Nuh uh"

"What you mean by 'nuh uh?'" I stretched over the bed looking at him.

"For 16 years I have had virgin hair, I'm too scared of damaging it"

"Temporary colour could work and I'll make sure we don't fry your hair"

"Thank you Miles, really-" -well shit- I started to glitch again, the sensations coming on worse than last time, he ran up onto the bed being cautious of harming me. B waiting for it to end, my body felt extremely weak, overstimulating as I uncontrollably shook afterwards, crying

" I think I'm dying"

" Shut up. I didn't let you in the first place I certainly won't now" I sat up as he layed down, climbing upwards he grabbed me, holding my body so close to his. I felt as if not even the universe could separate us.

Sunday 6:35 AM

As expected, Miles was nowhere inside the house, I know because I checked. Though, walking around something caught my eye a purple post-it note attached to a pile of clothes on the couch, written on it was:

''Here's some things for you until I get back. I'll be back late so I left food for you. Here's the thing to help your glitching, it should work. Lock the doors and stay safe mi estrella"

-I'll keep the note, it's cute - I took the clothes upstairs into a bathroom, bathing and putting them on. There was a plain white short sleeved top, (blue draws), brown cargo pants and a varsity jacket that looked dangerously close to the one I had on yesterday, I decided that it must've been a coincidence and moved on from the thought. There was an unusual bulk in one of the pockets so I pushed my hand in it, searching for the cause. My hand stopped at some type of bag, I grabbed at it, pulling it out. Inside was multiple pieces of jewelry, namely

two pairs of earrings - knobs and star-shaped

a gold barbell for my industrial piercing

a chain with my initial on it.

I was happy but confused at the fact he knew I had that many piercings, I mean it was obvious for my lobe and upper lobe but not the industrial. I shrugged it off putting on the jewellery, placing the knobs in my upper lobes and the stars in the bottoms. Looking back I saw some type of watch? Assuming that it was the device to help with the glitching I put it on looking at its structure, written on its screen were the words 'E-42'.

"That must be where I am" I decided to not interact with it too much knowing my luck , before heading back downstairs I went into Miles' room searching for my phone which I found on the bedside table. I looked at the phone screen before turning it on, my reflection looking back at me. "Well shit, I forgot about my hair" I sucked my teeth returning back to the bathroom, putting my phone in my pocket.

Looking around the shelves and drawers for any type of comb, product , something to do my hair with, I found some stuff in the sink's cupboard. Damn it's neat in here. I saw some gel, a few brushes and wax, I set out the items on the countertop "what would I tie my hair with?" I went back into the bedroom , grabbing my shoes from yesterday under the bed to take out the lace, heading into the bathroom I used soap and water to disinfect it. As usual, I did my hair up into a puff making sure to check underneath the bandage searching for any bleeding, there wasn't any, instead I felt two stitches. He really took care of me

I smiled at the thought while putting away the products, heading outside I finally took out my phone, securing the note from earlier with my other hand. My smile dropping instantly as I turned it on

Thu, 3 Aug - 2:35 PM (keep in mind it's nearing mid August so time is flyin')

I didn't have to look at the reminder underneath to know what date it was, It would've been my 2 year anniversary with Miles. I tried to not think about it but how could I? Walking downstairs I placed my phone face down on the countertop heading into the fridge, in it I saw two tupperware plates with the same purple note. It read:

"Por mi estrella" Alongside a little cartoon figure of myself.

Believe me when I say I didn't think twice before taking up the note. I tore the little cartoon off, placing it inside my phonecase ensuring to not turn it on. Nah ruin my owna mood.

Anyways, inside the plates there was pasta and in the other there were dumplings. Nah nevermind, I'm marrying him I smiled taking the second plate out, placing the cover underneath it I took my phone carrying myself up to Miles' room. Sitting down I opened my phone, scrolling through my feed. After a while I started to feel drowsy so I quickly went downstairs to put down the plate.

"Maybe, I can just sleep here for a couple minutes" Referring to the island and countertop I laid my head a top it, just for a few minutes tho. Hopefully

8:39 pm

I didn't know what time it was but judging by the view outside it was like really, really dark out. and I was getting worried. Good news though, I haven't experienced any glitching... I think I might stay here, I mean it's no way home right?

But seriously where is Miles, I looked all around for him and I can't find him. I was walking back down to the kitchen when I heard the main door start to open I stayed where I was, peeking around the corner of the wall. The door opened and I saw Miles come in, a taller man (Sisqó dupe) behind him I walked back into the bedroom, deciding to not eavesdrop this once. I went up to his training room instead, catching a glimpse of the sunset, rubbing my sore neck as I walked. Unfortunately the sky was pitch black already so I went back to Miles' room trying to make as little noise as possible, once in there I decided to take off the jacket, carefully placing it on the bedside table.

After a while of watching YouTube you heard knocking, a familiar personnel entered the room.

"Like the stuff I bought for you?"

"Like it?" I scoffed before continuing "I love them, but how'd you know I have my industrial pierced?"

"Anyone can see that from a mile away" I folded my lips, narrowing my eyes

"What's with your face?"

"Okay one, that's not nice and two, I got these pierced without my parents knowing"

He lauughed before answering "No way you can go home now"

"I mean, wasn't planning on leaving since this thing stopped the glitching" you pointed to the watch. He raised his eyebrows, face contorting into a smug smile.

"Is that the reason or is it because you don't want to leave me?" He folded his arms then dropped his eye lids slightly. "I know how you look at me"

You pointed at him "Touché nigga , don't think I didn't see you all over me yesterday and last night".

He used his hand to push away yours, pointing at you.

"You did not see shit"

"Tread carefully" you looked at him, eyeing him up and down before burstinginto laughter. "But for real though, thank you for everything"

"All good, I was raised right afterall" "Can back up that"

"You talk too much, the wickedness is astronomical let me remove your bandages"

A/n: I don't know how to end this

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ballplayersxo · 4 years ago

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I really want kyrie to go back to the bushy beard and shaved head situation, he was so elite. He literally is one it the few guys that has a good enough jawline to rock a no beard or full beard look. I like the current fro so much though 😩

same i miss his beard so much omg like he looks good still, but the full beard took him to another level of fine fr

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dadbodsarehot · 4 years ago

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aizen is a whore.txt

rating: uhhh... lets say teen. it gets a little spicy at the end. not very but. a little bit

pairing: gintsuya ( gin x tetsuya )

words: 1759 ( i did NOT think it was this long. oops )

summary: aizen fucks w tetsuyas head and. yknow i just wanted to write hurt comfort. you can probably guess wht happens. the actual filename fr this was “uh oh spaghettio”

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"A moment of your time, Sakurai?"

Tetsuya stiffens, his customary place at Gins' side interrupted for a moment as he stops in place and the other man keeps going for a moment, as they both turn to look at the source of the voice. Aizen had never spoken directly to him- most of the time he felt invisible to the ex-captain, and that was widely how he preferred it. There was something unsettling about him- always had been, as far as Tetsuya was concerned. He would guess recent events would confirm his anxiety about him, but... somehow, it went even deeper than that, didn't it? It was hard to pinpoint. "Are you planning on bullying My Little Tetsuya?" Gin speaks up first, and the playful and carefree tone of his voice doesn't match the possessive curl of his large hand around the brunettes' shoulder, the harsh squeeze that is nothing more than a channel for sudden anxiety.

"Of course not, Gin. I wouldn't dare harm a single hair on your precious lieutenant. I merely wish to speak to him." The word lieutenant is almost a slur, and the air of command behind his statement says that saying so was only as a formality, to be kind; he could kill Tetsuya if he wanted and there was nothing Gin could do about it. Tetsuya doubts both things-- so why is he still so afraid to be in a room by himself with him? "Alone."

The hand releases itself from his shoulder, albeit reluctantly, before the click of sandals foretells Gins' departure.

"I-Is there, ah, s-something I can- can d-do for you, Lord Aizen?" The title burns on his tongue, a necessary evil.

"Of course not." The casual way he says it slices through Tetsuya, but he does his best to not let it show on his face. "Which raises the question of why you came here to begin with, doesn't it?"

"W-with all d-due- due respect....I th-think that should b-be obvious."

"Make no mistake, I know exactly why it is that you're here. It's cute, isn't it? A story like yours- a lieutenant struck with love for his captain, a love that would draw him to betray everything he's ever known. If this were a story, were fiction, well. I'm sure you'd sell quite a lot of copies, wouldn't you? But in reality...." Aizen levels him with a gaze that makes him feel small and insecure-- smaller even than he usually does. "Do you really think that love is returned?"

Tetsuya bites his tongue so hard he tastes blood; it distracts him from the pain that shatters like something fragile in his chest. "Of- Of c-course I do."

"And why is that? Because he told you so? Gin is a very convincing actor, when he chooses to be." Aizens' voice is filled with pity Tetsuya doesn't want, and he wishes he could cover his ears and scream until his throat bleeds to block out his words. As it is, his body is frozen. "Are you so naive that you don't realize? We've all been watching him play with you, with your emotions, for decades now. It's been a bit sad, honestly. You're nothing more than a toy to him, little Tetsuya. In reality, the love story doesn't exist. The man you sold your soul to-"

"Stop. Y-You don't- You don't kn-know- don't know wh-what you're- what you're t-talking about." He didn't mean to cut him off, but somehow Aizen doesn't seem to mind; he seems too fixated on the tears filling his magenta eyes, like they're the best sight hes seen all day.

"Don't I? You wouldn't be so upset if you didn't know what I was saying was true, would you? Face it; you aren't worth his time as anything more than a fun distraction. He let you follow him here in the same way as you would take a game on a long trip, and he would let you die if only to see the look on your face as it happens."

He didn't want to believe it, the vile words that spilled from this vile man. He knew they weren't true, didn't he? So why couldn't he stop how they invaded his thoughts, how they chiseled away at his burgeoning self esteem- was he being played with, even now? Was he good enough to stand by Gins' side as his equal, or.. or was he just a plaything, destined to be broken and thrown away? Was that all he had ever been? Tears stream hot down his cheeks and his disgusting sobs echo off the walls, nausea gathering in his stomach when a hand lands on his shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze that was meant to be anything but, and a strong hand jerks up his chin in a bruising grip.

Soulless brown eyes stared into his own, like a void Tetsuya didn't want to look directly into for fear it would devour him.

"You're free to go, Sakurai. Do try to stop crying before you see your beloved again. You wouldn't want him to see you looking quite so pathetic, would you?" He's laughing at him, mocking him, and in the next moment he's let go, stepped back.

Tetsuyas' body unlocks, finally, blissfully-

It's all he can do to run.

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It doesn't take long for Gin to find Tetsuya; he's so in tune with him, he could probably find him anywhere in a matter of moments. That doesn't mean he particularly likes what he finds-- Tetsuya is no more than a puddle, shaking and sobbing against the wall, knees pulled in tight against his chest. Before he's aware of it, he's crouched down in front of him, hands landing on Tetsuyas' own where they're covering his face.

"W-wait- D-Don't l-l-look at me p-please I-" Gin ignores his protests, prying his small hands away from his face. The sight of him, magenta eyes wide and bloodshot, and how he shakes like a windblown leaf underneath his touch-- it shifts something inside him, something that aches like a fracture in the depths of his core. It's something he's never felt before; something he doesn't want to feel again. "I- I- I- I- I'm s-sorry- so s-s-sorry, I-"

"Calm down, Tetsuya." The words come out more pointed than he means for them to, and the way Tetsuya flinches away from them is another deep, aching, fracture. Being comforting has never exactly been his strong suit; he's never needed it to be, before now. He's suddenly self conscious about the naturally cold temperature of his hands when they release Tetsuyas' to cradle his face in them, but Tetsuya doesn't seem to mind at all- if anything, he leans into his odd touch like he craves it. Another surprise- Tetsuya is full of them, isn't he? "What did he say to you?"

The question inspires a fresh wave of tears to stream down his cheeks, already streaked with them. "N-nothing, I- D-don't w-worry about-"

"Tetsuya." An admonishment, a comfort-- fraught with emotion. The smaller man is looking at him now, staring at him like he's searching for something in his expression.

"T-tell- tell me the t-truth. Am I- Am I-" He chokes on the sob that wraps around the words, whole body shuddering, and one of Gins' hands detaches from his face, moving up to card long fingers through soft, brunette strands. "Am I- g-good enough? You really- r-really l-" Another sob, harsh and sharp.

"Is that what he told you? That I didn't-" Gin cuts himself off, unable to finish the sentence himself. Tetsuya doesn't need to finish his sentence for Gin to know what it is he's trying to say next, for it to make rage flow through him in an equal amount as that strange aching pain. It's better that way, for him to just know- he didn't know if he could handle hearing Tetsuya ask in earnest if he really loved him. Shouldn't he know that? It's funny, how much he had changed as of late. Hadn't he always prided himself on being unreadable? Hadn't he always thought of it as a relief that Tetsuya didn't know exactly how big a space he inhabited in his day to day life? Hadn't he always thought of himself as a man without feelings, a snake whose only desire was to consume? It was hard to pinpoint when all of that had changed; he just knew it had. "Dear, sweet, Tetsuya. Look at me."

His fingers press up on his jawline, tilting his face further towards him, and he notices an array of faint purple fingerprint-shaped bruises that hadn't been there before. Odds are, Tetsuya didn't even notice them himself, wouldn't until he looked at them- it was like physical pain hardly existed to him. It didn't make the fresh wave of rage that surged through Gin any more palatable. He covers it, represses it, and leans in to press gentle kiss after gentle kiss to the marks, to the corner of his ex-lieutenants mouth, until he can capture his lips. A hand comes up, tentatively, curling around the back of his neck like it didn't quite know if it was allowed to be where it landed, and when Gin smiles into their kiss, it winds into the hair there like a lifeline.

"I adore you, Tetsuya. You have to believe me. Don't you believe me?" The words are practically stolen from him, from right out of his chest, a whisper against the smaller mans mouth that draws a low gasp and an impulsive, jerky nod out of him, that has his legs parting in invitation. How could he help himself if he broke them apart, if he scooped up his little partner into his arms, just to see the flush break out over his face in response? "Maybe we just have to go somewhere private so I can keep showing you?"

"I- I would- Ah- I w-would l-l-like th-that.."Tetsuyas' flush only darkens, his stammer worsening adorably instead of sadly, his face burying itself into Gins' neck. He'd never get tired of his reactions to him, of his shyness, of all the little things that made him special-- not if they did this for the next hundred years, the next thousand.

Although the mood had lightened considerably, and would probably continue to do so- well, Gin had already made up his mind, even as he looked for an empty room that he could ravage the smaller soul reaper in.

Sousuke Aizen would regret the day he hurt His Tetsuya.

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I think i liked you better when you didn't have knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 178 - Back for good

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

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Chapter 178 - Back for good

[Negan confronts Blake about her return....]

Negan continued to frown hard as he gazed at Blake, standing there in front of him, behind the two Alexandrians.

He didn't fucking get it. He had only seen her a couple of hours ago at that damn house. And yet now she was here? With them?

What the hell was all this? Some kind of plan, conconted between the three of them? Maybe between Rick too?

But this was Blake he was talking about. HIS Blake.

Surely she would never do anything like this? Betray him…

And as if reading his mind, the tall, blonde woman stepped forward.

She was gazing back at him now, her head gently tilted to the side, eyes imploring.

"Negan-"

But Negan couldn't help but feel defensive in this moment, standing here in front of his men, being made a fool out of. His frown almost instantly deepening, fixing his face into an uncaring scowl once more.

"So….what...?" he said in a cold voice, lifting his bat and pointing between Blake and the two Alexandrians. "They jus' turned up to offer you a damn ride home, Sweetheart?"

But Negan immediately saw Blake scowl in reply to this, opening her mouth to speak, raising both her hands and taking another step forwards, until she was level with Carl and the dark-haired woman.

But before she could say anything, the teenage boy she was standing beside, cut across her.

"Negan, please...we need to talk-" he said in serious voice.

Shit, this kid really did have balls didn't he? Standing there with his Sheriff's hat hanging down low over his bandaged eye, hand hovering over the gun at his belt.

But is words only caused Negan's blood to boil further.

He didn't want to hear from these fucking people.

These people who, despite having no evidence to put any of them there, were blatantly responsible for putting a bullet into Blake. Putting the damn people he loved in danger.

"We don' need to fuckin' do anything, Kid!" snapped Negan suddenly in a booming voice that carried across the lot, cutting over Carl as he spoke. "Cause', hell, I am fuckin' done with you assholes and your goddamn high an' mighty fuckin' attitudes, walking the hell around like you own all this shit. Cause' I thought I'd made it perefctly fuckin' clear, to you, your dad, an' your damn people, when I killed carrot-top, or eyeball, back in that line up. I'm the one in charge here... I make the rules. And' you strollin' on in here, actin' like you've strapped on a damn pair, ain't gonna change my mind. "

Negan sucked on his teeth,before baring them like a dog.

He looked at once to Dwight.

"Lock 'em the fuck up until I decide what to do with them," he said with a wave of his hand, tensing his jaw hard.

But Blake suddenly spoke before Dwight could even make a move.

"No. Stop!" she shouted, her hair flying wildy behind her as she marched up to Negan now, closing the gap between them. "Negan, please!"

Dwight hovered ,a little confused now as to what to do, as did everyone around, who stilled in what they were doing, all eyes on their leader and the blonde woman.

But Negan just stared back at her incredulously.

What the fuck was she playing at?

"What, Darlin', huh? You gonna start defendin' them again? That it?" he snapped, blinking at her hard.

Negan half expected her to shout back at him at this.

Maybe he wanted an argument now. Pissed off at her for bringing these people here.

But to his surprise Blake remained quiet, instead, taking a small step into him and reaching up, her fingers grazing across his stubbly jawline, pulling his hard gaze instantly to hers.

"Baby... I'm not here to defend them," she said with an earnest shake of her head. "When they showed up at my door...I turned them away, I didn't want to hear it. Not again."

And with that, Blake glanced back at the two figures stood behind her, watching on nervously, before she turned back to Negan.

"But I was wrong," she said licking at her lips. "And all of us...we've been turning our backs on each other for too long now. And you know as well as I do that that's all gonna end in tragedy some day."

Blake's green eyes searched his, and Negan all of a sudden felt his anger ebb away.

Blake was home.

With him.

Negan frowned slightly at her, but this was no longer a look of fury, but now a look of sheer disbelief instead.

"Please, Negan...hear them out…" she said in a soft, pleading voice, her thumb grazing over his cheekbone. "I did…"

And perhaps if this was three weeks ago, Negan would have shoved her aside, ignored her pleas…

...but so much had happened, and Negan knew that for Blake to come back here…..now.….well this had to be important.

"Let's go inside and talk…" she continued gently, her words like birdsong to him now in the quietness of the lot.

And the dark-haired man merely chewed on the corner of his lip for a long moment, his honied eyes darting over Blake's gorgeous face, taking in every inch of her, before he let out a stark huff, covering his face with his hand for a moment .

"Alright, but jus' you an' me, Peaches...they stay out here…" Negan said starkly, his lips curling slightly, as his eyes flickered over her shoulder and landed on Carl and the dark-haired gal.

He didnt fucking want to listen to a damn word they had to say, but knew that for Blake's sake, he had to hear her out at least.

And so, with a small nod of her own, and one last poignant glance back to the two nervous looking Alexandrians, Blake linked her fingers with Negan's, and walked with him into the cool and oppressive Sanctuary.

Finally returning home at long last.

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It was an odd feeling to be back here, after so much time away.

Blake had, of course, grown to love the Sanctuary over time. And it wasn't until she had stepped back inside the expansive old factory building now, did she realise just how much she had missed it.

She had missed the feeling of being safe inside these four walls and not jumping every time there was a knock on the door or a noise in the distance.

She had missed being here with those she considered her family. Not just Negan and Mia but everyone here.

For it was here that she had grown into a different person, without the shackles of David around her neck, weighing heavy on her. Here she had found freedom and love, in a world where she had never thought it possible.

And it was now, that despite her fears and anxiousness about returning to this place, Blake realised that at the end of the day, that the Sanctuary was her home.

This was where she truly belonged.

Although the circumstances of her return were not now as she had hoped they would have been.

They were half way down down the gloomy hallway, walking in silence, side-by-side.

Blake knew that Negan was furious. And she understood that. Of course she did.

Blake wasn't stupid, and knew that bringing Carl and Tara here had been a bad plan, but at the end of the day it was still a hell of a lot better than if the two Alexandrians' had walked in here alone, without her, demanding an audience with Negan.

At least with Blake here, she knew he would listen to her reasoning.

He loved her. He had to.

But the blonde woman was still aware of how hot-headed he was. And although she didn't often get to see that side of him, she knew of course that it was still there, bubbling away on the inside.

He was fearsome and proud and didn't tolerate fools gladly. And Blake had understood that from the monnet she had met him.

But with her and Mia, the caramel-blonde woman had seen a different side to him…. gentle, protective, caring.

And these, often hidden, elements of this strong leader, had the potential to change all of their futures for the better.

If he could just see that there was another way. Not just for him this time. Not just for the Saviours.

But for everyone…

Blake chanced a glance up at him now, as he opened the door to a room on their right, and, checking it was empty, gestured for her to follow him inside.

Blake did, slowly closing the painted door behind her with a small snap, leaning her back against it a little forlornly, as she watched the man she loved pace across the empty room, running a hand over his mouth frustratedly.

She could see he was mad at her, but knew that he was obviously conflicted,not wanting to cause et another argument between the pair of them.

Eventually, through, half way across the room, standing by a lone table in the centre of the expansive space, he turned to her.

"You wanna explain to me what this shit is all about, Peaches," he finally said in a tired-sounding voice. "I asked you….hell, I fuckin' begged you to come back here with me earlier, an' you refuse. And yet those goddamn pricks show up, and you're back here soon as they snap their damn fingers?!"

But Blake closed her eyes for a moment, face turned towards the floor.

"It's not like that…" she murmured in a quiet voice. "You know I wanted to come home..."

But Negan turned to her, staring over at her imploringly.

"Did you, Blake? Did you?" he growled, a frown flitting between his dark eyebrows, as his name slipped from his tongue like a knife slashing through linen. "Cause from where I'm standin' those assholes snap their fingers and you come runnin'."

But Blake wasn't having any of this shit. Not from him.

Her eyes flashed darkly as she crossed the room towards him now, scowling hard.

"No, no way. After all that's happened don't you dare think that I would choose them over you, Negan," she said coming to stand in front of him and jabbing a finger into his chest hard. "I love you you stupid asshole."

And with a hard frown, Blake stood up on her tiptoes, placed her hand to the back of Negan's head…

….and pulled his lips to hers.

She felt him stay frozen for a short moment, before she heard Lucille being tossed down on the scrubbed wooden table beside them, and feeling both his hands swiftly snake around her waist.

She felt him at once groan into her mouth, flicking his hot tongue against hers hungrily.

But knowing he was enjoying himself, maybe a little too much, Blake pulled away with a knowing smirk, peeing up at him coyly.

"You gonna listen to me now?" she remarked, raising an eyebrow sternly.

And it was obvious that Negan couldn't help but grin, his lips curving up and showing off his set of straight white teeth.

"Might do," he hummed, attempting to snatch another kiss from her lips.

But Blake held him at arm's' length.

"Negan," she said softly, her voice now a little more serious. "Listen, first things first. We need to talk about what just happened out there, about Tara and Carl…"

But before Blake could continue she saw Negan's eyes instantly darken and his brow furrow deeply.

But she ran her hand down from the back of his neck, pressing her palm flat to his chest instead, giving him the smallest shove of frustration.

"Look this isn't about sides, because you know I'll always be on yours, and you know I wouldn't have brought them here without good reason," she said tilting her head to the side, causing her long blonde hair to trickle down her shoulder.

"Peaches, you really fuckin' expect me to believe that the kid came here all by himself an' that isnt some fukcing plan concocted by ol' Rick the Prick? Sendin' his son here to talk to me, forcin' me to let me guard down, so that he can swoop the fuck in to take back what's his?" asked the dark-haired Saviour with a huff of irritation.

But Blake just pursed her lips, shooting him a look.

"Carl and Tara came here to help, Negan," she said staring up into Negan's hazel eyes. "Rick doesn't know they're here-"

But Negan gave a scoff at her words, which only earned him another scowl in return from Blake.

"He doesn't!" she said firmly. "Look, Carl told me that his dad and the others are out, every day gathering guns. They're gonna try and fight back-"

But the dark-haired Saviour at once gave a wave of his hand.

"S'fine, I'll jus' take a quick trip to Pleasant as-shitsville over there and get him to hand over what he's got. Call it a damn amnesty-" he began.

But Blake shook her head.

"And what, just wait for Rick to try again?" the blonde woman said in voice of sheer desperation. "Because you know no matter what you do to him, he's never gonna stop. We'll always be fighting. And eventually someone you care about is gonna get hurt."

Negan lowered his chin at her words, gazing back at her, his chest rising and falling hard.

"I ain't gonna let you get hurt again. The pipsqueak neither-" he began, but Blake cut across him.

"But what if it's not us who gets hurt...o-or killed. What if it's you? You really think after you're gone, after your dead, Rick or anyone else is just going to take us all in after what we've helped you do? No. He's gonna make us suffer. Just like you were about to do to Carl and Tara outside, just now."

Blake felt her voice wavering and tears well in the bottom rim of her eyes.

For she new that what she was saying was true. All of them would suffer if they didnt stop this soon.

She took a breath before continuing, as Negan looked on. Lips pressed together, his face unreadable.

"Look, I got shot and I survived, but after that happened you went there with an army, all set to kill Rick and everyone else that got in your way. All for revenge. You know how that felt. How much it hurt. And Rick's only doing the same. You killed his people, Negan. And this is going to keep going back and forth, forever, until it's' over for one of us. And just because right now, we're the strong ones, that doesn't mean that in a few months time, Rick isn't stronger," Blake said her fingers curling around the fabric of Negan's white t-shirt between his unzipped black jacket. "And more people are going to end up dying. And I don't want that. Carl doesnt want that. And neither do you, baby."

Negan frowned hard, visible digging at his back molars with his tongue for a long few moments, contemplating Blake's words.

"So what, you're really tellin' me that kid and that gal are here for what? A damn peace offerin'?" he asked in a low voice.

But she shook her head once more.

"No," Blake whispered, her green eyes searching his. "He just wants to talk. That's all both of them want. That's why they're here. To try and show you that there might be better way. A future for all of us. Because one day you, and me, and Rick, we aren't gonna be here anymore. But hopefully Carl, a-and Mia, and Judith...they are. And we've got to at least try...for them..."

Negan stared at her for a long second, and for a moment Blake was sure he was gonna try and argue with her again. But instead she felt him lift his hand up and cup her cheek gently, his thumb grazing over her jawline.

"Peaches…" he began, before letting out a hard sigh. "... if I fuckin' do this...if I hear the lil' One-Eyed Shit out….you gonna stick around here again….for good this time?"

And for a second, Blake felt her heart almost stop at the words.

Was she ready to come back for good? Ready to be here?

But Blake's eyes left Negan's for a moment, staring instead around the empty room.

The Sanctuary could be a cold and lonely place and times. But at others, it was a place filled with life and warmth and joy.

And in her haze of depression and loss, Blake hadn't been able to see that.

But yet here and now, standing with Negan, this dangerous, and often frightening man, willing now to give Carl and Tara a chance, Blake knew that she was home.

For good this time.

And so, with a small smile and a nod, Blake looked back to Negan.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said pressing herself close to him, as Negan's face filled with an expression of utter relief.

And leaning forwards, Blake closed hers eyed contently as she felt him press a kiss to her temples before fumbling at his side and hauling his radio from his belt.

She took a deep breath, opened her eyes once more, peering up at him, steadying herself.

For she feared now that the most nail-biting moments of their conversation were yet to come, with Tara and Carl joining them this time.

And as though on cue, with his eyes still locked on hers., Negan brought the radio up to his mouth, letting out another lengthy sigh as he pressed his thumb down on the hold button.

"Dwight….." Negan growled, as Blake gave one final veiled gulp. "...Bring them inside…"

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Traditional Karate Preparing

Around four years prior we start utilizing the Bogu during our kumite (fighting practice). This strategy was created in Okinawa and afterward discovered its way into territory Japan and in the long run to the U.S. where just a couple of clubs still do this. Furthermore, even in those clubs, just a couple of individuals do it. I know there is other hardware out there that seems to be comparative and I have utilized the vast majority of what's accessible. However, it doesn't give you about a similar by and large impact that the bogu does. Standards in bogu preparing - Any punch, any kick, spare foot steps, a strike to the spine and to the back of the neck. Tosses and leg kicking is surely permitted. Use, might I venture to state, your practical. How is the preparation? When you battle, you simply proceed to severely thrash one another. This is the point. Without a doubt, you hope to get that "One Shot One Murder" however you need to prepare in a manner that sets you up for the real world. In the event that you train to stop after that originally shot-you are building up a propensity that will cause issues down the road for you. You generally train three systems ahead. Quickly, you will discover what works and what doesn't work. Contingent upon the drill, now and again we do rounds, once in a while 10 second blasts. There's a bit of stalking-yet when you go, it resembles two cargo trains crushing into each other. You hit, you get hit, you lock up, you knee and you toss extraordinary stuff. One of the principal things you will notice is that when you punch or kick the hard surfaces of the bogu-it harms. A body will feel like a plume bed contrasted with a bogu. In any case, sooner or later it doesn't hurt. At that point you can begin truly tossing some lead! You will likewise observe what strikes have an impact and which ones don't. In the event that you can back a person up with the bogu on or ring his chime a piece chances are it's a decent shot. In the event that you brush him, he continues coming and you need to continue battling. The bogu likewise instructs you to continue battling! Lesser gear will make you delayed down and stop when things get basic. Or then again stop when one individual scores the point. Scoring a point does not mean the battle has finished. It's just an emblematic portrayal of it. It's not exacting. Wearing the bogu enables you to pay attention to discipline without being harmed spare the fat lip, sore legs, fingers, toes or sore jaw. You will become accustomed to the stun of being hit. This will empower you to work in that unforgiving condition of battle and it will enable you to ingest however much harm as could be expected. I have seen individuals create different things that enable you to feel nothing. This isn't generally great either. It removes the hazard factor and the sum total of what you have is two supermen running into each other with no dread of agony. In addition it removes the body molding component. As usual, practice alert and work at a level you can deal with. When beginning with individuals who haven't done it before-take it somewhat simple so they can become acclimated to it. After a few times-then you can impact them. The MEN (Head Piece) of the bogu is incredibly claustrophobic. This is an incredible method for imitating the impact of limited focus and disappointment you feel when you are the hormonal worry of battle. Try not to converse with me about something for MACHO or even Shureido-except if it has the flame broil, it ain't cutting it. The head piece likewise gives neck and jawline security that cutting edge head-gear don't. Once more, the chest defender is HARD. This is essential to create power and condition your weapons. Would you be able to tell who wins and who loses? Well if the person stops you win. On the off chance that you quit, you free. In any case, that is not the point. IT'S THE Preparation. It's the befit of battling like this that you need; the general preparing impact NOT winning a game. Sure there are competition rules, yet that will compel you to stop when you ought to battle!! It's the inclination of the battle, the discipline and the effect that matters. It's managing the limits of the bogu. Simply the basic actuality that your preparation accomplice never again has a face and is supplanted by this samurai from damnation merits the cost of confirmation. Is it shoddy, no-yet do you esteem great preparing or would you like to utilized that frothed plunged poo. It's up to you. This stuff will last you a real existence time. On the off chance that you can sucker I mean persuade a few people to contribute dive in. Get the traditional "Do" and "Tare", a lot of hooking gloves a decent cup, knee cushions, the great old white, shabby shin and instep cushions and a hachi maki or a bandanna. You needn't bother with a mouth piece-the bogu will keep you mouth shut. I don't think Bogu sack realizes I am prescribing the connection at the same time, it's great stuff. Business Name: Tokon Martial Arts Street Address: 1920 Terracina Drive Suite 200 City: Sacramento State: CA Zip Code: 95834 Phone Number: 916 835 7717 Website: www.TokonSacramento.com Business Email: [email protected] Business Hours: Mo - Fr 5PM - 8PM Saturday: 8:30AM to 11AM

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joroanblog · 5 years ago

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Traditional Karate Preparing

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