#i'm gonna be a sobbing mess thinking about how thankful i am that i'm alive to be a part of this

[next-semester]

i'm starting to get really emotional about this narrative coming to an end again.

getting to witness such an incredible piece of storytelling since nearly the beginning has been such a privilege and honestly one of the most joyful experiences of my life.

[sserpente]

LOKI SEASON 2 FINALE ... LET'S DO THIS

One last time. Let's do this. *hands out tissues*

HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE FINALE UNDER THE CUT!

Okay. Let's face it. I was sobbing, you were sobbing, we were all sobbing, right?!

This episode was so damn good. An absolute cinematic masterpiece and a finale worth a beloved character like Loki.

If you've seen my Instagram story today you'll know that I was ugly crying and struggling to breathe.

Honestly. I was a mess. I still am a mess. I'm tearing up again as I'm writing this. I'm still processing. And I have so many questions!

First of all... Loki learned everything O.B. knew about the Temporal Loom and the mechanics of the TVA, spent fucking centuries doing this? Can we please talk about the commitment? I realise there was a comical aspect to this but UM?! The commitment!

The winks throughout killed me. Betcha. His calm professor-like voice had me feral, thank you very much.

When he realised that there is nothing that could fix the Temporal Loom... I immediately thought he's gonna have to stop He Who Remains from dying. When he went back there... my heart almost stopped.

For a moment, I honestly believed that he would kill Sylvie. I thought that's where the conversation he had with Mobius (which was so damn heartbreaking and epic and such an amazing verbal conclusion to Loki's way of thinking and realisation... you could practically see him struggling with the right decision and the fact that he went to ask Mobius for help is just so damn heartbreaking and sweet!) was leading. That he'd sacrifice the one person who was truly like him, who he was on one wavelength with, an outsider like him.

(That conversation with He Who Remains... him saying he paved the way for him to be able to manipulate time... and Loki outsmarting him and finding a way to keep everyone alive?! PLEASE CAN WE JUST?!)

But instead... damn, talk about a sacrifice. Loki is a fucking hero. Even writing this is so damn satisfying. Loki is a hero. And you know why that is so damn special? It's not because we wanted to prove that he's not a villain, it's not because we desperately wanted to see something in him that we obviously knew was there but it's because we didn't need him to be. He's our Loki, our cheeky God of Mischief. We loved him regardless. And now he is a hero.

Loki, the God of Stories. Loki, the God of Time.

The very moment he went down there I started sobbing. I knew at that moment that there was going to be a sacrifice of some sort. As he walked out there... and the cape appeared and those HORNS. THOSE HORNS that looked just like the cracked marble of the Citadel and He Who Remains' TemPad... I was screaming, sobbing, ugly crying... is it silly when I say that I was actually struggling to breathe?!

Can we please talk about how powerful Loki is? The fucking most powerful being in the entire multiverse? He practically became the Temporal Loom. He controls everything now, sees everything, protects everything... I still can't wrap my head around this!

It is epic. It is so fucking epic and such an amazing conclusion to his arc. Is it the end? I'm not sure. I don't want to think so. There's gonna be a multiversal war, there's gonna be Kang Variants...

We saw purple light when Renslayer woke up in the Void and I'm sure as hell that was a Kang Variant who came to pick her up. So she's gonna make another appearance for sure. So I am 100% sure this is not the last we've seen of Loki or Sylvie or Mobius. There's gonna be more, I'm sure of it.

But it was epic. Epic, epic, epic. I loved it so much. When that throne turned golden and he sat down on it, I lost it. That last scene where he smirked? THE MUSIC? The fact that his cape turned into fucking time branches?!

I have so many damn questions still. Will he be there forever? Will he be alone? Loki said that he's afraid of being alone... and now he is and that is so fucking tragic and heartbreaking. Is that the true sacrifice? The true act of heroism here, the Loki lesson to be learned? Is that how it has to be for the rest of his existence? He doesn't deserve to be alone even if this was the most selfless thing of him to do. Selfless. Loki. Beyond him saving his family I never thought I'd write something like this. Gods, damn it. And what will happen once the multiversal war breaks out which, inevitably, it will?!

Guys... let's do a group hug. I think we all need it after this epic finale.

EDIT: I forgot to mention how epic I thought the Yggdrasil reference was. I immediately cried out Yggdrasil when I saw it!

[aquamoonchaii]

•• genre: fluff, angst

•• warning: mentions of alcohol

•• pairing: xiaojun x fem! reader

•• wc: 1.4k

•• collab: Resonance Beach by @amorajae

•• charlie's notes: enjoy this cheesy piece <3

•• summary: you two choose the worst time to argue and separate each other for a while so xiaojun is now a party pooper and he is a sappy drunk asshole. did he even understand what you said that night?

“He is the luckiest asshole in the whole resort.”

“Not as lucky as me, remember I won the tickets to get here in the first place.” YangYang brags and a couple of mocking “thank you sir” echo the room.

“But really, who the fuck brings this alcoholic to his room?” Hendery questions and the man in question scoffs, sitting up just to find all the idiots gathered around him.

"Are you really talking about me….around me?" SiCheng, without a word, grabs his face like searching for something then proceeds to grab his hands and puts them up as he is shirtless. "He is complete, no organs removed or bruises. This guy right here is indeed lucky." Xiaojun furrows his eyebrows as SiCheng gives him a slap on the back, stands up and leaves as everyone follows him talking about what they should have for breakfast but the only rational one stays.

Kun rolls his eyes at his hungover friend when handing him a glass of water with pills he got there. "You know this resort masters at wild parties and strong liquor so why are you drinking so much? The blackout thing and being lightheaded are not sexy nor a good combination."

"I'm a grown man, it's fine."

" I know, that's why no one follows you."

"Don't lie, I heard the bartender calling you."

"...maybe. But that's not the point, how do you even get here?" XiaoJun groans because it's too early for this and he is hungry, thinking how he wants to go home and be at peace. "Whatever, just don't die DeJun. Do you have any news?"

He lowers his head and shakes it, no one really mentions it as they promised to shut up about it hoping he shuts up and enjoy.

Xiaojun indeed has been quiet but drinks one beer and he is sobbing about Y/N once again. Goddamnit. It's been a week of him drowning in his tears and three days of him drowning in alcohol, his friend is really heartbroken and he secretly wonders if this type of codependency is actually good for him.

Kun bites his hand to not call you and ask what happened because XiaoJun won't talk about the whole stuff. You two were basically glued to each other since you started dating and it was a bit awkward but XiaoJun looked happier and you were really nice to everyone.

He wonders if his probably now single friend is going to be alright. For now, he just listens to him talk for a bit and forces him to swallow a lot of healthy snacks so his liver doesn't collapse.

……….

It's been two long days at the resort and everyone is having fun except XiaoJun. He has been basically brought here as another suitcase anyways, one night he has been slurring words about Y/N and how the guys would have to kill him to make him accept the invitation to the resort and the next day he woke up at lunch time with a huge hangover at a king sized bed... at the Resort.

Fuck them all.

Until Kun made some sense because well, they didn't do it to mess with him. Actually, yes but also because XiaoJun was one of the most excited when Yangyang played a stupid lottery and won tickets to a luxury resort for a week. He helped Kun to organize everything for the other chaotic asshats, it was gonna be an unforgettable summer vacation.

Yangyang and the guys approved Y/N so they invited her but no one asked anything, maybe it was because he arrived late at the dorms looking like garbage after meeting you. He remembers reaching them and opening his hand to show them both of your rings, how embarrassing but at least that stopped the questions.

After Kun leaves, he slurs a thank you because he knows he is making this trip a nightmare for him. But a question keeps running through his head, does he actually reach his own dorm by himself?

DeJun can't even stand on his feet when frick an he acts wild almost screaming what he feels because the alcohol softs his vocal chords and makes him rant about his feelings he prefers no to talk about sober.

He doesn't stand up but leans to the little table at his left to search for his wallet and grab a lot of cash, he'll search the person and tip him extra because it's probably one of the service people that looks the worst side of him.

Let's give us some time. It would be good for both of us, DeJun.

Honestly, fuck you.

How is this good?

It was a silly argument that turned into something big as stress and miscommunication clashed, you both hurt each other with harsh words and stormed out in opposite directions. The next day he met you to talk things out and you forgave each other but it had turned awfully when you returned the promise ring to him.

You are not coming back, he can feel it.

Honestly, he wants to run to you and do something for you to get him back. But what if you end things right away? You said something about giving him a week to enjoy himself as the most repetitive thing of him at the argument was you being everywhere and he couldn't breathe.

He sighs, how stupid of him.

Basically, DeJun is the clingy one so that didn't make sense. He was the one expecting for you to come and cuddle him as you bicker with Yangyang as he tried to roast him, you caressing his hair as he played the guitar and sing for you, the little kisses on his cheek when he felts sad, how you didn't leave his hand even when you were paying for the snacks. He loved it, he was the one to search for your hand so you can hold him a bit more.

If you are taking your revenge now, it's working and he wishes once again being at the dorm so the wondering and the waiting eats him alive.

You are not coming back but he is hoping you do somehow.

…….

"DeJun! Are you drunk?" He shakes his head as he arrives at the fun stuff to do, maybe doing something would make him stop thinking about you for a bit. Everyone pats their back as he probably looks like crap and make him go to beach and learn surf.

...it doesn't work but he feels less miserable at least.

No headaches are cool too as night arrives and they are invited to a party. SiCheng bet him 100 dollars he couldn't pass the night without a single shot and he raises an eyebrow.

"I'll be the one who takes you to the dorm, I won't clean anything tho."

"Deal."

The variety of cocktails makes everyone drunk as hell and XiaoJun actually has fun watching Kun dancing on the table as everyone cheers for him. Hendery breaks empty glasses as he tries to do a house of cards with them, he is the one in charge of apologies tonight. SiCheng literally passes out on his lap and he can't move.

Luckily, the staff helps him and takes each asshat to their room and he gets the chance to ask who is the person who takes him to his own room.

"No staff was needed, sir. A lady came the first night and handed me her number so I could call her when you were passed out."

"Uh, what?"

"We allowed it as he addressed herself as your girlfriend. The friend who slept over you confirmed to us she made you arrive safely."

WHAT.

"Can you call her please?"

And there you are coming hurriedly from another side of the resort, waving at the bartender. "Where is he?"

He lifts his hand and nervously waves, you approach him awkwardly and waved too. "So you caught me."

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"Well, you weren't in conditions for it."

"And what's the best condition?" He doesn't know how to feel, but being embarrassed is the first thing that gets the best of him as you saw it all.

"Maybe sober?" You shrugged your shoulders and sat down in front of him, his cheeks heated because he remembers talking to someone about how sorry he feels for the woman he loves. "You really don't know how to listen to me, huh?" He looks at you utterly confused but his heart flutters when you extend your hand to him. DeJun carefully grabs yours and lets out a shaky sigh like he has been holding his breath since you left.

"Y/N…"

"There's no need to explain further, I heard it all with hiccups and everything." You chuckle and caress his hand. "It was too extreme for me to return the ring, I'm so sorry for that. But I really thought a week alone would make us think if this relationship was going well and… I felt awful. I literally made you cookies twice and kept forgetting we were on a break. I am not sure how to ask this but, how did your week go?"

"I literally can't see because of how swollen my eyes are. Never do this again please I'm so annoyed I'm going to cry again."

"I won't I promise, I also can't see." You laugh and he looks at you, your sweet eyes lighten up as he stands up and kisses them both over the table as he mutters apologies again.

"Can you keep it as a secret what I did hen drunk?"

"You screamed my name but I loved it." XiaoJun groans and covers his ears as you laugh, he searches his pocket and give shou the ring.

He is never going to drink again but he makes you write on a napkin a promise to wear the ring everywhere.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: just saw that you’re taking prompts again !!!!!!!! yaaaaay i wanted to request bishop 24 & 25 thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu💖

Anon #2 asked: angst 16 and angst 44 with bishop losa

Prompts:

24. “I heard you crying”.

25. “Are you okay?”

16. “Please, stay with me”.

44. “I don’t know who you are anymore”.

Word Count: 860

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @cherieann-2001 ✨

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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It's almost two am, another night waiting for Bishop to come back home. Two weeks without seeing him for more than two or three hours at a time. Just enough time to let you know he's alive. You have a cigar between your lips having a smoke and playing with the packet between your fingers. Spinning it and colliding it onto the table. You can't handle it anymore. You know the club is going through some bad shit and he's just trying to hide it from you. But not anymore; crushing the cigar in the ashtray, you get up from the sofa. Wearing nothing but a big long shirt of your boyfriend and a pair of sneakers, you grab your phone and the keys of your car. You drive furiously to the clubhouse seeing all the bikes parked there.

Your steps are firm and have a clear destination. You enter through the main door and find the crew there staring at you confused. They haven't seen you for the past two days. Tranq is about to get up from his seat to walk towards you, but your forefinger points at him to stop his moves. Your eyes travel around the main room, until find your man resting against the pool table. He has an arm over one of Vicki's girl shoulders and as they see you, there's no gesture on Bishop’s face.

Tangling your fingers in his shirt, you pull him with rage into the Templo, sticking your head out of the glass door just for a second.

“Hey, puta. Next time you're less than two meters from him, I'm gonna fucking rip off your skin”.

Closing the door, you turn your feet to the man, freaking out in silence. Grabbing him again like a trap doll, you guide the president to his chair, making him sit there as you sit in the closer one.

“What the fuck is goin'on, Obispo?”

“Do you think you can treat me like that, querida?”

“Well, querido, I show you the same respect you're showing me. Now, answer the fucking question”.

“Don't talk to me li—”.

“Answer the fucking question!”

He chuckles pulling his eyes away from you, rubbing the back of his head, and finally you focus your attention on him. He's a fucking mess, with two black marks under his eyes, a beard longer than ever and no kutte. Things are pretty bad and you're suffering because he doesn't let you help.

“What should I say?”

“I don't know, Obispo. I don't know who you are anymore”.

His dark eyes on yours, licking his lower lip, rubbing his nose and shrugging.

“I heard you crying, are you... okay?”

“I don' know what are you talking 'bout. And seriously, I'm not into this shit right now, (Y/N)”.

“SIT THE FUCK DOWN”. You shout at him, when he's about to get up. “I'm not one of those bitches that you can fuck and throw them like a Kleenex. I have been your girlfriend for almost two years now, Obispo! Two fucking years! We've been in shit worse than this, but I can't help you if you don' tell me what the fuck is goin'on”.

“I don't want to talk about it”.

“Well, that's not an option anymore”.

“Since when, ah?”

“Since two weeks ago, when you started abandoning me”.

“I di—”.

“Call me liar and I'm gonna fuck you up so bad, I swear to god you're gonna be eating by a straw, Obispo”.

“You're so hot when you're angry, do you know?”

“Keep your gun in your pants, vaquero, you're not gonna touch me again till I decide that you can do it”. You reply curling a leg over the chair, placing the knee against your chest. “And stop diverting the conversation”.

“It's Galindo Cartel shit. Happy?”

“Shit, I'm gonna fucking punch you in the face…�� You laugh sarcastically, covering your face with both arms, drowning a frustrated scream. “Okay, enough bullshit”.

You're done with the talk, getting up from your chair in holy silence, checking the clock on your phone. Then, you start to walk towards the door, stopping dead when you hear the four magical words coming from his mouth like a plaintive sob.

“Please, stay with me”.

Turning around, you find him standing up with a hand rested on the table, blinking at you about to cry. You feel how your heart is breaking into pieces, moving your hair to your back.

“I'm not staying with you”. You say walking next to him, holding his hand and tangling your fingers with his. “You're coming home with me. Now”.

After a long shower and a good dinner, you're finally in bed. Your bare legs are intertwined, your arms around his back and neck, his grabbing one of your thighs and the other placed on your lower back. His face sunk in your neck, kissing it gently, feeling how the tension in his body is already gone. You're caressing his hair softly with your fingertips, hearing his calm breathing, colliding against your skin and giving you some tickles.

“Are you okay?” You whisper after so much time in silence.

“So fucking okay, mi reina”.

[firemblem-fics]

Running With the Wolves [1]

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-> Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~3.3k

-> Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing, Weapons

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: SURPRISE I POSTED IT EARLY ! thanks to my lovely beta readers for helping me revise and edit this chapter to make it better! i’m still in a writing mental block but i think this is one step closer to getting out of it! so, please enjoy (again)! also, all characters are aged up (21+)! also y’all should reblog this so it gets out more 🥺

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"Fuck- She's losing too much blood, Boss, she's not gonna make it!"

"No, no. She's going to make it- I'll make sure of it. Stay alive!"

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn't quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn't count how many were there. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

"Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won't make it if you all keep messing around."

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn't seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

"No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!"

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed.

"Wake up!"

Was that voice finally fading away too?

"Wake up!"

No- it was getting louder.

"Wake up!"

"Ellie, what the fuck do you want?" You groaned, rolling over on your bed.

Your roommate bounced on her knees, making your bed creak loudly. "What do you mean? It's like 10am, your class is at 11. Don’t talk to me with that tone of voice."

"Fuck me."

"Absolutely not, baby." Ellie smacked a pillow beside you and got up. "Get ready!" She went to her own room, leaving you to your own devices.

When you applied for an apartment roommate, Ellie was certainly not the one you were expecting. You would've preferred a chill, laid-back, person. Instead, Eleonora Yumizuru walked into your life (and apartment) and practically made herself at home. She didn't judge you from transferring so far away from your old home for your last year of college, claiming that "home roots don't mean shit when it comes to making it in the real world".

She had the right to say such a thing, having moved to Fodlan from another country in her youth. She was able to understand the occasional homesickness and help you cope as you adjusted to Fodlan life. She understood you like the back of her hand from the moment you met and you did the same for her.

Really, you had to let her move in. She’d probably have stayed even if you rejected her.

She was the complete opposite of what you were looking for- overconfident, stubborn, loud- but she grew on you and easily became your best friend. There was just something about the bubbly, blue-eyed, blonde-bobbed bitch that hooked you.

She had certainly hooked other people as well, but thank God her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment. Her social skills and magnetic personality worked for platonic friends and acquaintances as well. Ellie was constantly bringing over friends, allowing you to expand your own circle. She was heaven-sent for a newbie like you.

You sat up from your bed, yawning and stretching. Trudging to your bathroom, you rolled your eyes as the infamous Taylor Swift blared through Ellie's speakers, "Shake it Off" shaking the entire apartment. Nothing against T. Swift, but sometimes she was not the first thing you want to hear when you wake up. At least not at max volume. Ignoring the song switching to "You Belong With Me" -another banger from Swift herself, but really "Teardrops on My Guitar” was your favorite- you finished getting ready and lazed into Ellie's room.

"I've got class 'till late today." You sat on her bed. "Do you want me to pick up dinner? It’ll let me explore the area."

"Oh, please do. You need to get out more. But where?"

You shrugged. "There's really only like two good food places here. Golden Pizza and Blue Lion Buffet. Your choice."

Ellie thought for a moment. "I went to the buffet with my little friend Touma the other day... so pizza! I just can't choose a side in their little spat."

"Spat?" You tilted your head.

"Goodness, Y/N! I know you're a little new here, but you haven't even heard of the shit that goes on between those restaurant owners?"

Shaking your head, you stayed silent for her to continue.

"The owners of Blue Lion Buffet, Eagle's Freezery, and Golden Pizza are all huge rivals. I heard they were all close, but went their separate ways. All the owners' kids are our age, too. They go to Fodlan Uni, but I don't know who they are." She smiled. "I am an esteemed woman with an upcoming high status. Who would I be to take sides? I prefer to cater to them all."

You could only nod, hiding a smirk at Ellie’s infatuation of fame. A huge restaurant rivalry. How funny. "What about that little cafe on the corner? What's it called? Café des Loups?"

"They're pretty neutral, just some college dropouts trying to make some money. I think they’re gonna get involved eventually- every restaurant’s been dragged into their drama at least once."

You nodded, standing up and messing with your apartment keys. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Ellie!"

"Bye! I better see some pizza later!" She called as you made your way out of the apartment, now playing "I Knew You Were Trouble".

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College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, orange eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

"Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there's gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow."

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you..."

"Ferdinand." He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, as if to conceal his smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to Professor Hanneman, as you were pretty sure his name was- or was it Ham Man? You didn’t care enough to know- you were now struggling with two distractions. One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Ferdinand.

You kept glancing at him, taking in his complexion. He must have come to class late, since you didn't see him before. Or maybe he was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing his carefully sculpted jawline, dotted with subtle stubble that connected to sideburns and led up to clean, silky, orange hair. You wished to run your fingers through it-

"Y/N, this is the second time I've seen you not paying attention." You jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Next time, I'll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke."

"I-I'm not joking! Sorry!" You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Ferdinand, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. "Ferdinand?"

"I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you'd like." Said boy walked quickly towards you, holding himself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- he was trying to make himself seem like a gentleman, but you still felt a little unnerved.

"Oh, um, sure! It's not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus."

Ferdinand's grin seemed to get larger, making his eyes crinkle at the edges. "How wonderful! That little café is down there and I've been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly."

"Uh, yeah." You laughed nervously. This was the first time a boy had taken interest in you- or was he really interested? Maybe he's just being nice-

"Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I'd like to talk to such a gorgeous woman like you a little more."

Oh, he was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed him your phone to let him put his number in. He gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to his contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Ferdinand gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, Ferdinand spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. He had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn't know, and the same could be said for you. Ferdinand was definitely a polished and refined man. He made quite the impression on you.

"What are you doing after classes?" You asked, hoping to invite him for pizza at your apartment.

"Ah, I've got work!" He smiled sheepishly. He definitely caught onto your hopes...

"Really? Where? Maybe after, you could stop by for some Golden Pizza-"

"Actually, I work at the Eagles Freezery." He was tense, suddenly. "So I really shouldn't. Rivalry and all of that, you know?"

You were a little confused, actually. "Why would that prevent you from hanging out for a bit? You didn't buy it, I did. Plus I thought the rivalry was only between the buffet and the pizza place?”

"It's- it's a loyalty thing. It’s between all three of us.”

"It's a restaurant. How loyal could you possibly be to a dumb little ice cream parlor-"

"It's more than that!" Ferdinand snapped his mouth closed, suddenly making himself quiet after his angry outburst. "Listen, I cannot and will not eat there, look at it, talk about it, or do literally anything about it. Please, just understand that."

"Uh, yeah." You nervously readjusted your backpack on your shoulder. "I- I should get to class now. I'll see you later, Ferdinand."

"Goodbye, I'll message you after work!" With that, he sent you a wink and a smile and turned, going about his own day with the most carefree pep in his step. As if nothing ever happened. You, on the other hand, could not have been more confused. Ferdinand seemed unpredictable when it came to his moods. He was comforting and kind, yet was so… upset when you insulted the parlor. It was a restaurant. Why did he get so worked up about it? Maybe Ellie was right about it being such a big deal.

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“I just ordered! Go, go, I’m starving!”

Not even five minutes after you got out of your last class, Ellie was calling to remind you about dinner. You were still slightly unnerved from your encounter with Ferdinand, but you agreed to pick it up and would never hear the end of it if you didn’t do something as simple as takeout.

Golden Pizza was only about two blocks away and you stayed on the phone with your roommate the entire time, only saying goodbye as you walked in the establishment. The restaurant was very nice, the honey yellow walls and the glow of the wood-fired oven making the ambience warm and welcoming. You didn’t wait long in the line, soon coming up to meet a boy about your age with a glimmering emerald gaze and a smile just as bright at the front counter.

“Hi!” The boy- Claude, according to his nametag- greeted, “How can I help you?”

“I’m just picking up an order for Eleonora Yumizuru.”

Claude nodded and typed a few things into a computer at the counter. “I know Ellie! She and I had Stats together before she dropped out to pursue her acting career. She’s certainly something.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m her roommate.” Speaking of the devil, your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from her. “She actually just messaged me. Wants me to bring her a dumb little lemonade from that cafe.”

Claude laughed, “You can go and get it now, if you’d like. Your pizza will be a few more minutes. Ellie set the time for your pickup for later, so you’re actually ten minutes early.”

You thanked him and left, walking to the cafe. You took your time, observing the shops around you. Across the street from Golden Pizza stood the Blue Lion Buffet. You smiled to yourself- what a cliche to have rivals across from each other. Beside the pizza parlor was another food shop, the Eagles Freezery. You thought about Ferdinand- he said he was working today. Maybe you could drop by and- No. No, Y/N. Go get your lemonade and go.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Constance, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Constance and the pink-haired girl who corrected her. Cafe des Loups- or Cafe of Wolves- was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall to the opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

At this shop, a large dark-haired man controlled the register instead of Claude. As you approached the register, you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him Bigfoot.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just two pink lemonades is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Constance interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Yuri-bird over there makes the best sweet lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Thank God, we haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we have not!” Constance replied. She turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Yuri or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Yuri is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Constance laid her hand against her chest. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Yuri-birdie?”

Yuri looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Yuri, that’s rude-”

Hapi was midway through lecturing the purple-haired man when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Yuri looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of orange hair and orange eyes met yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Ferdinand?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group, a short, white-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Yuri and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The white-haired girl scrutinized the five of you, her lavender eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Yuri looked at you.

“What do you want, Edelgard?” Yuri put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

Yuri snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to my father after he stepped down. I’m the leader now- the emperor, if you will.” Edelgard sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Hubert, deal with them.”

The terrifying man who you assumed was Hubert suddenly reached in his coat and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Yuri quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Constance before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Yuri continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Yuri pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Yuri pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Ferdinand had been so defensive over the Eagles Freezery? What kind of restaurant rivalry would constitute attempted murder? And wasn’t this cafe uninvolved anyways? You didn't have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Yuri lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Constance, Balthus, and Hapi burst through the doors, running towards you all. Yuri turned to you as the three of them caught up to him, pulling out their own weapons again as Edelgard began yelling.

“Run!”

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[colour-outside-the-liness]

Hey, I'm doing good too. Just normal amounts of stressful stuff right now. Just moved to a country I've never been to before but can't complain, things are not as hard as the last time I did this so. Thanks for asking! Yeah, I saw you posting about some pretty scary health issues before, I'm glad you came out of that alive and hope you're healthier now!

The nerve some people have! Haha I know I would be pissed if people were questioning my intelligence like that especially after a couple of drinks in haha. Though I do like taunting people when I play group games, I'll be like "don't need to try that hard guys, you're gonna lose anyway" just to mess with them or just call people sore losers if they accuse me of cheating haha (they're probably right on the accusations tho). People get real mad sometimes it's kinda funny. 😂

Omg literally laughed out loud reading this! Hahaha, how did you manage to fall over a road sign then end up in a ditch? lol omg hope you didn't get hurt too bad 😂 I was trying to downplay my drunken escapades but since you shared yours I should tell you my worst one:

I was at this summer street party at night and got drunk on something made out of tropical herbs and cachaça (which is about 48% alcohol), drank 3 and a half bottles of that like it was apple juice, made friends with a bunch of strangers in a bathroom queue (who tried to talk to me weeks later but I had no idea who they were), had to be held by my best friend while I peed (mostly missing the toilet), fell in the middle of the street and scraped my knee, threatened this boy who was helping me walk and told him not to try anything funny or I would beat him up, then dragged my friends to the beach and left them shortly after to go make out with my ex, came back with lipstick all over my mouth and chin and when my friends asked what I was doing I said I was just talking to my ex and they were like NO YOU WERE NOT, hahaha then I kissed all my girl friends on a dare and we danced under the full moon, then I told my best friend I had to puke so she took me to the ocean but I changed my mind and happened to step on a dead turtle on the way back and started crying bc of it, but last month my best friend told me it was a rock I had stepped on (I believed it was a dead turtle for 7 years!). Had the worst hangover of my life the next day. ✌️✨

Ah I'm happy you liked it! I've never listened to Six musical before but it sounds fun! I can see why you like it haha made me want to dance around my apartment 💃. And hey if liking musicals is your thing then it's great, I'm sure Hozier will understand if he's not your top artist of the year. 😋 Here's my "damie" Pinterest board if you or anyone else wants to check it out, totally recommend making one if you're a visual person like me!

https://pin.it/UcHVlkq

Oh I could talk about Dani and Jamie forever I think. I love the beast in the jungle speech too and it's so painful to watch, VP delivered that beautifully, but I have to admit I'm always a crying mess from episode 1 when older Jamie starts reciting that song about being sad while waiting for her lover to return, this show is fucking cruel I hate it and love it at the same time hahaha. Omg your mom 😂 but I mean it's truly an honor to be compared to someone like Dani, no? She's really great even if she needs a little help haha (don't we all).

Aaah you're amazing! Thank you so much, I'll read this pirate AU soon!

I used to draw a lot, really loved doing it when I was a kid as I said before, and all throughout adulthood too but I haven't done that in almost a year now bc I've got a bit of a case of burnout I guess, it just takes a lot of effort to do it when it shouldn't be like that at all. I used to do fanart too, for other fandoms. Even made one for Dani x Jamie but ended up not liking how it turned out haha. I've got a lot of respect for writers and fanfic writers also! Yall can make words make sense in really interesting and beautiful ways, build worlds so enthralling I can see them vividly in my head. Writing is such an incredibly fascinating skill to have! And I guess the most important thing is that we enjoy doing these things right? Even if we think we're not particularly good at it.

Anyway, have a lovely weekend! 👋✨

Good I'm glad you're doing great but sorry you're dealing with stressful stuff!! Hope living in a new country goes well for you I'm so jealous that you've lived in different countries I'd love to live somewhere else even if just for s few years!! Awwh thank you so much I definitely came out of it alive and am feeling so much better now thank you I mean I do some pretty ditzy things so when people say it to me it's pretty deserved sometimes, I'm secretly smart and people just don't expect it so I never mind too much haha I might have to start saying the things that you do and just taunting them over it I mean, I usually do win even when they make me answer different questions so I will definitely have to start saying things like that to them Haha I love that you're just like "yeah they're probably right in their accusations" I agree seeing how mad some people get over games and stuff is funny (it's me I'm people I hate loosing games depending on what it is and I am very competitive) So it was very dark and all we had for light was my roommates flashlight on her phone but while we were walking home a friend of ours that lived else where kept texting her to make sure we were still safe (my phone as dead at this point) so while she was texting him her flashlight was facing down and someone had moved this road sign to the footpath and it was on that sits on the floor so while I couldn't see it I walked into it and fell over it but while I feel I grabbed hold of it and flipped with it and fell in a ditch with it on top of me... I was fine and was just laid laughing while my friend looked down at me and in the most northern accent ever just said "get up you dickhead." and helped me off of the floor and then asked if I was okay... and I was so it was all good!! Haha 😂 I love this drunken story that sounds like one hell of a night and is a roller coaster from start to finish!! I'm sorry you thought you had stood on a dead turtle for 7 years though, someone really should've told you that it was just a rock!! But that sounds like my kind of night!! I love nights like that... stories that will last a life time... the only down side is the hangover... luckily I have only ever had one hang over in my life and it wasn't the morning after the road sign fiasco... I felt surprisingly good the morning after that haha 😂 It's such a good musical it's about Henry VIII wives and I just love everything to do with his wives and that musical is so much fun and actually gives a little insight to the lives the six Tudor queens had away from Henry and with him because at school we're mainly just taught about him which sucks!! I loved the Hozier song and am definitely gonna have to listen to more of his stuff!! I love musicals so much I mainly listen to musical soundtracks at the minute- usually, Legally Blonde and Six on repeat haha 😂 Ooo thank you I will definitely check out this Pinterest board thanks for sending it to me!! I could talk about them forever too... since watching Bly Manor my niece has been asking me so many questions about it and I am more than happy to talk to her about it haha!! The beast in the jungle speech just breaks my heart every time I relate to it so much and VP just delivers it so beautifully!! Oh yeah now I know at the beginning that it's older Jamie I am just a wreck the whole show is just so beautiful and heart breaking at the same time I LOVE IT!! Even though it makes me sob- I keep putting myself through it!! I mean, yeah I was happy that she said it Dani is great but it was the way she said it... my mum can be something else sometimes... she said she thought Dani was like me the first time she does the accent when she says "I've fallen quite in love with London" because I just randomly do accents a lot too but it was the way she was like "She needs help... but I like her she reminds me of you" I was just like... "Should I go get help?" I still don't know the answer to my question about if I need help or not but I mean I probably do need it You're welcome I really hope you like it!! It's a

great fic I love it!! Yeah I get that if stuff starts taking too much effort and burns you out you're not gonna wanna keep doing it so it's understandable that you stopped!! I think fan art is great and I really would love to be able to do it myself but I just don't have the skill it takes!! Awwh it's a shame you didn't like the Dani x Jamie one you did I would've loved to have seen it!! Honestly there are so many talented writers out there and when I read their fics I am just in awe of the worlds they have built and the stories they have created we are so blessed in this fandom to have so many amazing writers and so many amazing fics out there Oh yeah definitely its important to enjoy what you do!! I know I love writing and love writing fics for Dani and Jamie so I think I'll be doing it for a while even if I'm not great at it haha Awwh thank you very much I hope you have a great weekend too!! ☺��

[stilinskijedi011]

Perfect Ending

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warnings: Feels

Summary: When escaping the last city after Lawrence started a riot in the streets, you discover that Newt has the flare and didn't tell you. When you think all hope is lost, you bring him the cure. But are you quick enough?

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Your POV:

The buildings around us started to fall and explosions were surrounding us. I'm not so sure we'll make this out alive.

As we rush from one place to another, I notice that Newt didn't seem himself. I start to run towards a wall, I turn around and see that Newt had fallen to the ground.

"Newt! Come on! We have to hurry!" I shout, pulling him to his feet. I help him towards the wall and we all crouch down behind it.

Thomas, Gally and Minho are looking for a way across the battle ground safely, while I am checking Newt. He's burning up. I look at the side of his neck and notice the black veins. He's infected.

My eyes start to water and a small sob escapes my mouth. I never told him how I really feel about him. I have to save him.

As we move to the next wall, Thomas helps me pick Newt up and carry him.

"I'm not gonna make it." He says, starting to become weaker. "Yes you are! Please don't say that. Please." I say, holding back my tears the best I can.

Thomas sits down next to us. "Minho, I need you to go get that serum. It's with Brenda back on the burg." He says. Minho nods. "I'll go with him." Gally states, gun in hand ready to protect Minho.

"I'm going with you."

"No Y/N! It's too bloody dangerous!" Newt shouts at me. It's happening. He's changing.

Minho and Gally don't even give me a chance to go with them, running out into the broken, burning streets of the last city.

"We have to go." Thomas says. We both stand either side of Newt, placing his arms over our shoulders. We make it to the outskirts of the city, a few blocks away from the others back at the burg.

With no warning, Newt drops to the floor again, becoming angry. Black liquid starts running from his mouth, the black veins becoming more prominent by the second. He grabs a hold of something around his neck, ripping it off.

"You take this!" He shouts at me.

"No, Newt! We just have to-"

"Take it!"

I carefully take it, placing it into my pocket. He slowly turns towards Thomas.

"Look after her Tommy!" He shouts. Thomas refuses to believe what is happening, along with me.

Newt quickly turns back to me, looking at the gun in my hand.

"Kill me!"

What?

"No Newt I'm not gonna k-"

"Please, Y/N. Please." He begs. I grip my handgun tighter.

Never.

I turn in the opposite direction and throw the gun as far away as I possibly can.

Newt becomes still, now facing away from Thomas and I. When he slowly turns back around to face us, he looks completely zoned out.

That's not the Newt I know and love.

Tommy and I back away slightly, only for Newt to jump forward and start attacking us. I manage to get away, but Thomas isn't so lucky.

Newt grabs hold of Thomas's gun and I quickly go to grab it off him. I turn it away from him, a gunshot sounds through the air.

I begin to feel a sharp pain in my right leg. Well shuck.

"Newt stop! This isn't you!" I shout through gritted teeth.

Newt and Thomas continue to fight. It all happened in a flash. Newt pulls out a knife and tries to stab Thomas.

"Y/N! Y/N! We have it!" I turn around after hearing my name being called. Minho is sprinting towards us with the serum in his hand.

It all goes by in what feels like slow motion. Minho throws the serum towards me. I reach out my hand and grab it just as it was about to hit the floor.

I rush towards Tommy and Newt who were now both fighting over the knife, ignoring the sharp pain in my leg.

I have to do this. For Newt.

As I reach the pair, I stab the needle of the serum into Newt's arm. In the process, the knife in Newt's hands stabs me in the shoulder.

I cry out in pain. Thomas knocks Newt unconscious, rushing over to me.

"Come on Y/N, stay awake! Newt's gonna be fine. We're all gonna be fine!" He shouts. But I start to loose consciousness.

"It's okay. Look after Newt for me okay?" I say to him. That's the last thing I see before my vision turns black.

Emptiness.

I'm stuck in a world full of darkness and the only thing I see is black surrounding me.

I keep walking for what feels like a lifetime.

As I keep on walking, I notice a figure in the distance, facing away from me.

"You saved me Y/N." The person says.

Newt.

He turns around, looking like his normal self, smiling straight at me with the smile I have always loved.

"I'm so glad your okay." I say to him, nearly in tears.

"It's not over for you Y/N. It's not over for me either." He says. I just look at him with confusion all over my face.

"Wake up Y/N." He says.

"Wake up Y/N." A different voice says this time.

"Wake up."

I open my eyes to reveal that I am in a small hut. A light breeze brushes through my hair and the sound of the ocean runs in the air.

I'm alive.

"Hey Y/N." I look to my left and see Thomas. He smiles at me with a strange look on his face. He's hiding something.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"We made it to the safe haven Y/N. We all did. Even Newt." He says. I gasp slightly. He's actually alive?!

"Where is he?!" I rush to get up. Thomas places a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

"Slow down! You were hurt and are still recovering." He says. I frown and lay back down.

"I'll send him in." He says, walking out of the room.

I close my eyes for a few moments until I hear a very familiar voice.

"Hello love."

My eyes dart open. I get off the bed and hug him. I never thought this would happen.

"Your alive! I can't believe it!" I shout with so much happiness, I could hardly contain it.

"Yes I am, thanks to you." He laughs.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments until I remember something.

"Newt?"

"Yeah?"

"What is in that necklace you gave to me?" I ask out of curiosity.

He glances at me.

"Well it was meant for you to read when I was gone, but you might as well read it now anyway. I know you want to." He laughs.

I reach into my pocket and open the little bottle. I take out the paper and begin to read.

Dear Y/N,

I don't really know what to say. You have been a big part of my life for years now, and I just want you to know how grateful I am to have had you in my life. By the time you read this, I'll probably be long gone. I just want you to know that I'll always be watching you and looking over you. I can't imagine what I would do if any harm came your way.

No matter what happens, I want you to carry on. Carry on with your life. Don't worry about me. Not for one second.

I also want you to know something I never told you. I love you Y/N. I have always loved you. I just never worked up the courage to say anything. I wish I would have said something sooner. That is my biggest regret, not being brave enough to say anything.

Please look after yourself and the others. Stay safe.

Love Newt x

By the time I finished reading this, I was a crying mess. I look back up at Newt and smile the biggest smile I could.

"I love you too!"

Newt brings me closer to him and we share a passionate kiss.

This is the best moment in my life. I couldn't be any happier.

This was the perfect ending.

[freetobeafcknriot]

Number 10 with oinoya because I'm cruel?

I went all out and… did a thing? Anyway, I hope you like it nonnie! I’m not really good with angst so I’m not 100% confident with this, so, huh, let me know please ;;

10. things you said that made me feel like shit.

PSA: boku no hero academia!au ; alternatively, if you don’t know the manga/anime, heroes!au.

Oikawa’s Quirk guidelines: here || Noya’s Quirk guidelines: here.

𝑫 𝑬 𝑨 𝑭 𝑬  𝑵 𝑬 𝑫

It happens fast. Too fast for anyone to fully realize it, but to him? To Oikawa time is relative, and though it should be counted as luck he didn’t miss a second of it. Smoke spreading across the sky in black clouds and soaking the air, the main building falling apart, fire-fighters and Pro Heroes trying to ensure every civilian to safety.

 And the screaming. Oikawa will never forget it, and how it gets deafened in a fraction of momentum by a single swift or air and a flash of bright light, flying — no, running — mere centimetres from his ear. Silently, just like he always is, but Oikawa doesn’t miss the goosebumps, can’t fail to recognize Nishinoya even when he just feels him. And so he turns around out of reflex and follows the lightning going upwards, eyes wide open.

 Gravity does nothing to Nishinoya when his body is discomposed in electrons and raw energy, but it certainly does when he shifts back into flesh and bone — which he does; midair. There’s something falling that Oikawa didn’t notice ( to which he winces because it’s a person; idiot, idiot, damned idiot! ) and the lightning just stops in time to turn into a petite boy in a shock of sparkles. He’s waiting with open arms — a quickly unfolded insulating blanket in his hand — and Oikawa feels his blood run cold and his hands shake when the young girl collides into Nishinoya’s covered arms.

 It happens so fast nobody notices until it’s too late. But time runs through Oikawa’s veins like a river, it’s the only ace up his sleeve he’s got, and he needs it now. Even if he feels paralysed, he can’t miss — Don’t blink, he tells himself, or it’s not gonna work!

 Luminescent emerald fills his eyes and tickles his fingertips. He aims, stares and holds his breath. He only releases it when Nishinoya’s body stops ten centimetres to the ground.

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 When the time comes and students get into internships at Pro Heroes’ agencies to know what the real career is like, that’s when the whole thing — saving people, fighting villains and criminals — becomes less idealistic and more of a reality. And reality, Oikawa reckons, is gruesome and tough and scary. It doesn’t matter how powerful your Quirk is or how talented you are; you must have the strength of heart to put your life on the line out of selflessness and instincts.

 Oikawa Tooru���s Quirk is not particularly flashy. Despite how powerful of a hero in training he is the truth is, he’s worked his ass off to nurture his power and make it bloom the way it did. Messing with timelines, being able to make them go forward, backwards, slow down or stop altogether — it sounds cool, doesn’t it? He only needs to keep his eyes on the target; a twirl of his fingers, even just the a hand, be it clockwise or otherwise. It looks effortless and pretty, but it actually takes control and concentration, and just like any other Quirk it has its drawbacks. Still, he manages better than others do.

 "Because you’re pretty cool, Oika-san! Keep it up!“ — normally, he would look down to a statement like this, especially if said by someone like Nishinoya, whose Quirk is as striking and rowdy as ever by mere nature. But the thing is, he couldn’t even if he tried. And he did try.

 He remembers meeting that tiny boy way before high school, once, and then he sees him again during the Sports Festival. Up against each other. Oikawa though it would be easy, "As long as I can see you”, he said. But it wasn’t.

 "Most people are usually too slow and they freak out because they don’t want to get hurt. But you? You’re good! Let’s fight again sometime!“

 It is not easy to catch a glimpse of lightning in broad daylight, as infuriating as it is to admit it. So it’s a wonder — or maybe the dread and adrenaline he felt — that Oikawa manages this time.

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 The girl Nishinoya saved turns out to be another young hero in training with a flying Quirk who got affected by all the smoke and gasses. Oikawa sits with a half-melted ice pack on his knee and watches from afar as she hands Nishinoya the insulating blanket and thanks him with teary eyes, obviously in shock.

 Nishinoya is flustered, Oikawa can tell from his posture, but laughs and says out loud that he will catch her and anyone who is in need as many times as he has to. With so much confidence for someone who was about to fucking die that it makes Oikawa grimace.

 A paramedic offers him a bottle of water and asks him about is breathing. Oikawa gets distracted thanking her with a smile that doesn’t really reach his eyes, but he doesn’t miss another person approaching them. And when she leaves and he lets that fake smile slip off his lips, Nishinoya is there in front of him.

 "Yuu-chan,” Oikawa exhales. “How nice to see you.”

 "Hey,“ Nishinoya looks sheepish, which is rather odd for him but really, for all Oikawa cares, he should be ashamed. Instead, he looks at him and has the audacity to say: "You were great back there, I owe you”.

 "You… owe me, you say?“ It comes out like a whisper, as cold as snow.

 Oikawa can’t help but feel his blood boil, even though it’s freezing and his heart is beating so fast in his ribcage that it’s painful. He can’t even focus on Nishinoya’s lively sable eyes; all he can see is a speckle of lightning passing him by and turning into flesh and bone and then falling to the ground. What he’s feeling, he realized, is fear. If I had blinked… and missed him… he’s always so fast… that was… "Stupid,” he spits.

 Nishinoya’s eyes widen, he barely flinches. He knows, he’s trembling too, if even a little bit. He says it’s his electric charge settling itself to normal, but Oikawa knows that deep down it’s not. Not completely.

 "…I know, I'm—"

 "Don’t say you’re sorry,“ Nishinoya feels a pang of guilt, hearing the ever so slight crack in Oikawa’s velvety voice. "I know you wouldn’t mean a word.”

 "I wasn’t gonna say it!“ It comes off harsher than Nishinoya had intended. He frowns, something in him stirs; it’s the awareness of the fact that he is not sorry indeed. Not at all.

 "Of course you weren’t,” Oikawa gets up slowly, shaking dust off his costume.

 "What’s that supposed to mean? Hey,“ The younger boy reaches out before Oikawa can actually turn on his heels and leave. Nishinoya knows that he probably just wants to retrieve and be on his own for a while, but the thing is, he doesn’t want to let Oikawa walk away like this. He can’t. "Speak up, Tooru. I’m not a psychic, I need you to talk to me!”

 "I was this close, Yuu-chan.“ Oikawa can feel the heat and electricity radiating off Nishinoya’s skin, warm and vibrant, and though he finds it comforting, he refuses to touch him and get stung just for the sake of feeling how alive he is. Because right now, it would remind him how much of a close call that was. "What if I blinked?” he asks out loud.

 "What if,“ His voice hardens not to quiver. "I didn’t see you and couldn’t catch you?”

 "But you did", Nishinoya replies. “I knew you would, I knew you were there and I trusted, no, I trust you to catch me!”

 "Well, that makes you even more of an idiot,“ Nishinoya stiffens at that. "I won’t be right behind you forever. How can you be so stupid? Just because we go on dates and kiss?”

 "It doesn’t mean jack shit that we’re together!“ The younger boy shouts, fists closed and eyes shut. His words echo through the air and ring in Oikawa’s ears with force and raw sentiment. "I… I didn’t think, okay? I didn’t, there was no time! And even if you had missed, the girl would have been fine. I’m supposed to be a hero, that’s what we do!”

 "You pretentious little…“

 "Oi!”

 "I can see you shaking and it’s pissing me off. So, so much! Is it because you realize that you could have died of because you could have electrocuted the girl to death?!“

 "That’s what the designed insulation equipment is for, she’s fine! What is it, really? Did I scare you?”

 "What do you think?! Am I supposed to praise you? Tell you you’re brave?“

 "You’re supposed to stop yelling at me for starters!”

 People nearby are starting to give them odd looks; if they weren’t so invested in their argument, they would have noticed a couple of their fellow mates debating on whether or not come in between them. Nishinoya doesn’t care about none of them. He never does, and he knows that’s what is buggering Oikawa: his stubbornness.

 "I’m not gonna apologize, Tooru,“ There’s a voice in the back of his mind that tells him to just quit it and apologize for being so reckless, but for some reason he can’t. Oikawa should know that, they’re not dissimilar when it comes to be heroes. "I don’t regret what I did. You of all people should know, you would have done the same thing!”

 "I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU LIKE THIS, MORON!“

Oikawa tugs harshly at the front Nishinoya’s collar, and the latter feels his heart skip a beat, stop for a moment and hurt like a bitch as he watches with wide eyes and tense shoulders Oikawa’s cinnamon brown eyes fill with angry tears. So much that it steals his breath away.

He tries to speak, his mouth opens and his voices comes out in hesitant whispers for the first time in forever. Memories of the past hour are flooding his mind, Oikawa’s hands tremble and Nishinoya really, really wants to say it to him instead of giving him a choked sob and a push a reply like he does.

"I’m not a moron, you’re a moron!” he cries out.

And just like that, Nishinoya pulls Oikawa down to his level and throws his arms around his shoulders even if given their height difference it would be more comfortable the other way around. He hugs him tight, so much it hurts both of them. But it’s okay, Oikawa is kind of hurting him as well, letting out meaningless insults against his neck.

You’re a moron, and I’m sorry for hurting you.

[darke15]

Hello Anna! @itsarussian

its senatory Senator timesss

yaaaasssssss

aww we start with happy stuff then :) :) :) very happy of course

verrryyyyyy happpyyyyyy

“I like to see her smile,” Duke continued softly, thumbing the photo before putting it back into the box, “It’s not the same anymore.” opening the chapter with a lil, juuuust a lil angst oof but thats good stuff right there, thats what i waaaannttt.. angst®️ written by darke hooyahh

looolllll angst™ by darke

He mirrored her face, “You’ve been thinking about it too?” She shrugged, “Maybe.” Duke sat up, looking over her with half-lidded eyes, “What have you been thinking about?” “Nothin'. What have you been thinkin' 'bout?”

at some point they are gonna be telepathic, its written in the stars

one day 😍

and she found the c-17 AAAWW I appreciate even more looking back on when ghost first saw him with duke during the aou times .. how are we so far in the past and in the future at the same time, it took a few seconds to recalibrate my brain. HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS DARKEEE HOW ARE YOU THIS GOOD MY GGGGOD.

thank you so much!

AM SORRY WHHHAAAAT DUKE TF ARE YOU DOING CALLING OFF THE DATE WHY ON EARTH- oh right, but.. but.. baby jackie surely big sad, IM BIG SAD UGH

I'M SORRRRYYYYY

.. i'm sorry idk why but “El hombre con un brazo metálico.” makes me laugh.. i just keep seeing bucky and ghost in like a telenovelas setting with Bollywood style edit, i dont know whats going on in my brain

🤣🤣🤣

“It’s okay. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

im punghing the air sdfghjsldgyf

😬 SORRY

no worries girlies, the angry russian man and his children are gonna be there no matter what, But i firmly hope that this was the worst this girls are gonna face up to... yes? pls... have mercy

they won't never have to go through anything like that ever again, especially not when Alpha 2's around

some dont stop working for a second, and some garden with a grumpy face on.. thats how you menage stress, yes.

yes 😉

see what you've done, dugan?!?!?! "Duke had dove headfirst back into his world, a world Jack wasn’t a part of." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ooops

YES RAFFA, EXACTLY LIKE TELENOVELAS, he already knows

of course he does

HEY ARI U ALIVE HOW WAS THE ICECREAM

he says it was delicious

LOOK HOW PRECIOUS THEY ARE AAAAAAAAA

i love them so much

Zac grumbled again, waving at the distance, “Too far away.”

..again, he's right, i don't see the problem here..

zac is too relatable

a happy flashback out of nowhere with his previous big family, while he's with a new big family... dont mind me being a sobbing mess :)

😬😬😬

they're a one big ass family, a group of so many different people taking care of each one, aahhh my lil heart is so happy for them tho (all of them, even for the now nonufficial alpha two members lol)

yesssssssss

forget the polls, i wanna have a movie and drink night with boone.. ugh.. i hope i dream of this tonight lol

same tho

duke being so protective and boone wanting to hang back, both of them being so considerate in their own way.. they're the best

they really are

PARAPAPPAPAAAAA SENATOR JOHNSON IS FINALLY SENATORRR UIIIIII

YYAAAAAHHHHSSSSSS

slowly gulping down the entire glass..of course a ghost pov--

😬😬😬

no darke you cant leave me like thaaaat

sorrrryyyyyy

now i cannot but thing that for the first few months she was back she kept on thinking about him like this, i am so freaking unwell.

she thought about all of them for a long time

switching for the angst and hurts and the happy times and back for some more angst is doing things to my lil heart.. 💖💖💖

thank you so much anna!

SEASON 2 : EPISODE 9 — THE SENATOR

  ┍━━━━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━━━━┑

“It’s official,” Duke said, handing a glass to both Turner and Imara before taking another from Boone and raising it toward them, “Congratulations…”

“Senator Johnson,” Boone crooned, a smooth grin working to her face as Imara jumped, waking both the girls as she threw herself into Turner’s arms. 

Turner blinked, almost dropping his drink as he took in their words. 

Senator Johnson.

“Thank you,” he said, completely breathless as Boone handed him her phone. 

He’d won by a landslide. 

— “How do I look?” —

— The two soldiers cocked their heads to the side, looking him over before a pair of sly smirks spread across their faces. —

— “You look surprisingly sophisticated.” —

— “Nah,” (F/N) shook her head, biting her lip as she looked him over again, “You look like a politician.” —

— “God help us if he ever goes into politics.” —

— “The country would fall apart.” —

— “Up in smoke.” —

Turner smiled, looking up at them, “Thank you.”

┕━━━━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━━━━┙

✪ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ : Aғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

♜♠ Tʜᴇ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ & Tʜᴇ Sᴘʏ

⧗ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Rᴏᴏᴍ

» Jᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇ sɪᴅᴇ Tᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

Continua a leggere

[ellanainthetardis]

I'm throwing this at you know, bc I know you'll give me the feels ;P Imagine a pre-THG situation with an anti-capitol attack after a Games party and Haymitch throwing himself in the line for Effie. I leave the rest to you ;)

Here you go! Some angst for you :p [X]

Stupid Reflex

“What’s the delay?” Haymitch grumbled, shiftingin his seat.

Sitting on those stone benches that formed theCity Circle was never comfortable, even in the VIP area. As it was they hadbeen waiting for the Parade to start for a good fifteen minutes now.

Effie checked her watch for the third timebetween two cheerful waves at another escort or Gamemaker. That was the thingabout the Parade… Everyone had toattend. Mentors, escorts, Gamemakers, stylists… The red carpet before theactual parade was always long and the place was crowded.

“I do notknow. We will be completely offschedule!” she admitted without departing from her smiles.

The stylists had yet to join them and theyweren’t the only team missing them. One and Two had theirs, Six and Ten toofrom what he could see… Everyone else was fidgeting on their seats, regularlycalling out to their escort or one of the Gamemakers to ask what was going on.

It had only been fifteen minutes but thosethings were usually down to the minute and he didn’t really like the obviouspatrols of Peacekeepers. In the city, Peacekeepers tended to remain in theshadow. They were there to protect not enforceunlike in the Districts. Right then though…

“I don’t like this, sweetheart…” he said, dreadcoiling in his stomach.

He wasn’t the only victor who seemed to benervous.

He caught Chaff’s eyes over the crowd and hisfriend’s face was somber.

He was about to tell Effie to stay where shewas while he sneaked down to see if someone had some information when the firstshot resonated in the Circle.

There was a second of utter stillness and thenHead Gamemaker Torello fell down and someone screamed.

Another shot and Five’s escort collapsed.

This time, everyone started screaming andrunning at the same time and it was chaos. Peacekeepers shouted instructionsthat weren’t listened to, gunshots kept booming…

Before he paused to think, Haymitch grabbedEffie’s arm and urged her toward the closest safe place he could think of: theCenter. It was chaos though, the crowd closed on them, a few people fell andwere stomped over…

Effie almost lost her footing once but he kepther up on her feet.

“Don’t go down!” he shouted. “Whatever you do,don’t…”

Someone was shot dead right next to him and thecrowd scattered. Haymitch cursed and pushed Effie toward a statue of Snow –that he would go there for cover was irony at its finest. Peacekeepers wereshooting back but there must have been more than one attacker because peoplewere dropping left and right. Not justpeople, he realized quickly, but Gamemakersand escorts…

He caught the reflection of the sun againstsomething shiny on his left and barely had time to put himself in front ofEffie. The bullet caught him in the upper chest and he would have fallen if shehadn’t caught him and half-carried him. They collapsed on the ground behind thelarge base of the statue.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” she kept muttering, fattears rolling down her cheeks, ruining her make-up. He felt her hands roamingon his chest – not in the way he liked – tearing his shirt open… “Haymitch… Haymitch, I don’t know what to do! Stay awake! Stay…I don’t know what to do!”

She didn’t know what to do with the bloodquickly leaving his body. She had propped him against the stone of the statueand he spared a look down, a bit dazed. Notgood. Not good at all.

“Pressure.” he hissed.

“Oh! Oh, yes!”she hiccupped. She tore a generous amount of fabric from her dress and pressedit against the wound.

“Harder.” he breathed out.

It wouldn’t stop it though. He was pretty sureit was bad. Possibly dying bad.  

“That is what you say every time.” she laughedand it sounded hysterical. “I do not think you will be able to take it hard anytime soon. Why, you might have to deal with vanilla for a while…”

“Vanilla’s good.” he mumbled. “You can go ontop too.”

“You are too generous.” she deadpanned, lookingleft and right with obvious despair. “Help will come. I… I am certain Peacekeepers will come any minute.”

He could still hear gunshots in the distancethough. Whoever those people were, they had come prepared.

They were sitting ducks there.  

“Took a bullet for you.” he muttered.

“Yes. And it was very foolish.” she snapped, wiping her eyes on her forearm. Shelost a fake eyelash in the process. The hand that was pressing fabric on hischest was shaking. “I am grateful but it was very foolish.”

“Need to get away.” he forced himself to say.It hurt to talk and his sight was blacking out. It hurt to breathe. “Get out.”The Circle was a deadly trap. Perfect place for an ambush. “Not the Center.Streets… Away…”

They would shoot anyone trying for the Centerright then. If she could reach the narrow streets though…

“You are too heavy for me to carry, Haymitch.”she retorted. “We will never make it.”

He shook his head, blindly feeling around forthe hand on his chest. “Alone.”

She looked puzzled until understanding dawnedon her face. “Like hell!”

She was terrified. It was so obvious that shewas terrified… And she should have been.She had no business standing in the middle of a gun fight.

“Dying.” he said.

“Certainly not!” she huffed. “I forbade it.” A steady string of gunshotsechoed nearby and she startled badly, letting out a small whimper as her eyes dartedaround, looking for… Relief washed over her face and he wanted to know what hadmade her so happy but he couldn’t look away. His grip slackened on her wristand his hand fell flat in the dust. He focused on her face because it was theonly thing that seemed to matter at that moment. She looked like a washed-outpainting. Colors running down her cheeks. “He has been shot.” she explained.“Please, I…”

She was pushed aside rather brutally and astronger hand pressed on his chest, tearing a pained moan from his throat.

“Taking a bullet for her? Really, buddy? Really?”Eleven’s victor spat, clearly nothappy with him. “I swear, Haymitch, Iswear, if you die because of that woman, I’m gonna bring you back to killyou myself.” Chaff made a face. “And if you get me killed for her, I will be very pissed. Very, very pissed.”

He tried to answer but the only thing thatpassed his lips was an incoherent sound. He could hear Effie sobbing quietly nextto him.

“Stop crying.” Chaff ordered harshly. “This isa fucking mess. We need to get him tothe Center.” Haymitch tried to protest but his friend just waved his stump inthe air. “Yeah. I know. But someone’sbeen stupid enough to get himself shot so we need help.” He heard fabric tearing, more stuff was pressed against hischest… “Listen to me, Trinket. We’re gonna run and you’re not gonna look back,alright? Whatever you see or hear, you run straight for that door and you praythey open it for us.”

“Haymitch…” Effie protested.

“I’ve got him. You just go and try not getyourself killed.” Eleven’s victor grumbled. “Clearly, he wants you alive.”

The moment Chaff hauled him up over hisshoulder, Haymitch’s sight went black.

He woke up feeling sluggish, blinking up atharsh lights on a white ceiling.

“Haymitch?” Effie’s voice called softly. Shecradled his hand in hers, he felt her lips on his skin… “The doctor said youmight be a little disoriented… Do notpanic. You had surgery. I am right here and… I won’t leave you alone. You are safe and…” Her voice broke. He wouldhave loved to ask what the fuck wasgoing on – surgery for what? – but he felt himself going under again. “I amstaying right here. I promise.”

It wasn’t that bad, then.

He trusted her to keep him safe.

The next time he woke up, the pain wasimpossible to ignore. It wasn’t as crushing as he felt it should probably be,thanks in part to the drugs that made his mind a little slow.

“Did I get shot?” he muttered before he evenopened his eyes, half hoping the whole thing was a drunk delirium.

“You will recover just fine.” Effie answered,sounding weak and tired. He wondered how long she had been sitting there. “Itwas… It was serious. They told me…You flatlined twice during surgery, they had to… You died. You…” He opened his eyes to find her crying silently, herface bare of make-up, her eyes red and puffy… The pink wig was still on herhead and she was still wearing the torn dress. “Haymitch…”

He reached for her face and missed his mark bya few inches but she brought his hand to her cheek and leaned into it, clearlygiving up on trying to look collected. She sobbed and sobbed and he couldn’t doa thing because the smallest move made his body hurt.

This wasn’t clever, he realized, not clever at all. They had both showed their handsthere.

The door opened and Chaff walked in with asteaming cup of… something. Hescowled a little when he saw the state Effie was in but simply closed the doorbehind him without commenting, turning his attention to Haymitch. “Good to seeyou awake. And, you know, not dead.”

“Thanks.” he snorted and immediately regrettedit because that hurt. He waited for Effie to stand up and pretend everythingwas fine with her but she just sat there, slumped and defeated like he hadnever seen her, clinging to his hand like it was a lifeline. He let go of herface and their fingers fell on the mattress next to his hip. “The fuck were those people?”

“Rebels.” Chaff explained, handing the cup toEffie. It took a few seconds before she reached for it and his friend didn’tlook impressed with her. “Look, he’s awake, he’s obviously fine… Go back to thepenthouse, take a shower, sleep for a few hours… It’s getting ridiculous,love.”

“I am fine.” she denied. “Thank you for thecoffee.”

“It’s been three days.” Eleven’s victorinsisted.

Effie ignored him, taking a sip of the steamingcup of coffee and staring at their entwined fingers.

“Rebels?” Haymitch prompted because the wholething was awkward and he was too tired to care about it.

“Yeah.” Chaff nodded, lips pursed and stillglaring at Twelve’s escort. “Anti-Games. Anti-Capitols.”

“The tributes?” he asked.

“They’ve been moved to the Center. The Gameshave been postponed until…” Eleven’s victor shrugged. “Those guys got a fewGamemakers, a couple of escorts and three victors including you. It’s gonnatake a couple of weeks to reorganize everything and replace everyone.” Chaff’sgaze hardened. “Now, buddy… Do we talk about the elephant in the room or what?What the fuck did you think you weredoing?”

He scowled, automatically squeezing Effie’sfingers. “Fuck off, Chaff.”

“Classy.” his friend scoffed. “Not like Irisked my neck for yours.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” he retorted.

“Sure, you didn’t.” Chaff snapped. “You just went and got shot for a…”

“Careful.” he advised in a growl.

“Enough!”Effie cut in, clearly losing her temper. He waited for the rant but it didn’tcame. She just brought the cup of coffee to her forehead and closed her eyes.“Enough.” she repeated in a softer tone. “It doesn’t mean anything. It was areflex. Wasn’t it, Haymitch? I was right next to you and you saw the gun… Itwas instinctive. It does not meanmore than that.”

Her blue eyes looked straight into his, almostbegging him to play along with her.

They both knew better, he figured, but…

“Yeah.” he agreed. “Just a stupid reflex. Notlike I would die for you or something.”

A small smile briefly stretched her lips andshe turned her tired gaze to Chaff. “See? It was just a stupid reflex. It is what he will tell Caesar when he asks.”

Haymitch frowned. “Why would Caesar asks?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Chaff sneered. “’Cause you got shot for your escort and a lotof people saw it? ‘Cause Trinket hasbeen haunting the Games Clinic for three days in that state?” He waved his stump at the escort. “How you’re gonnaexplain that, love?”

“I am grateful he saved my life and, while wehave our arguments, Haymitch and I have been colleagues for a long time and thus are friends.” she replied. “This isPR, Chaff. I excel at it. There is not a story I cannot spin.”

“It ain’t the audience you’re gonna have toconvince.” Eleven’s victor spat. “You’ve been stupid. Both of you.” He pointed his stump at Haymitch. “I look atyou and you know what I see? I see a guy who’s so in love with that woman hejumps ahead of bullets without thinking twice for his own safety. You sawanother victor grabbing their escort like you did? Don’t think so.” He pointedhis stump at Effie. “I look at youand I see a lovesick desperate woman who almost lost the love of her life.”Haymitch opened his mouth but Chaff didn’t let him say anything. “That’s what you fucking look like. Andif you think Snow’s stupid enough to buy your friendship story or even the fuckbuddies thing you’ve got going on… Don’t bother trying to deny it, Trinket,we’re past that point now.” Effie glared at him but remained silent. Haymitch’sbest friend shook his head. “Smartest thing to do for everyone involved is foryou to quit and for you to… Forget about her. Unless you think she’s worthbecoming their bitch. In that case,be my guest. But you better be verysure, Haymitch, ‘cause once you go there, the only way you’re getting out iswith one of you in a coffin.”

Chaff stormed out on that ominous statement.

They both remained silent after the door hadslammed on his back.

“To be honest, he might be right but I cannotreally bring myself to care right now.” Effie declared eventually. “I can get the speculations under controlthough. And Brutus did get Valeria tothe Center so his claim that you are the only victor who tried to help theirescort is ridiculous. There must have been others.”

“He’s fuckingher.” he pointed out.

“Irrelevant.” she dismissed. “I am not quittingand you are not… You are not forgetting aboutme. We will deal with this. I do believePresident Snow has more important worries at the moment than finding out if youand I are more involved than we claim. Not that we are.” She hurried in adding the last part when she saw his wince.“We have lost our Head Gamemaker, people are in no mood to watch the Games afterthis, the security breach alone is flabbergasting… Trust me, he has more urgentproblems than us.”

He knew Chaff had a point.

He knew.

But he also had taken a bullet in the chest nottoo long ago and he was tired and in pain and her solution seemed like theeasiest one.

“Fine.” he agreed, his thumb stroking the backof her hand once. “But I’m okay now. Go back to the penthouse, get some restand then go out there and get on top of the story.”

She pouted but eventually nodded, finishing hercoffee in a few long gulps.

“Thank you.” she said quietly. “For saving mylife.”

“Stupid reflex.” he smirked.

She snorted and leaned forward to press a kisson his lips, danger of being discovered be damned.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Buster

Rio: [Bank statement screenshot, his transfer circled] Rio: Is that you??? Buster: What? Rio: Did you transer that money, 'cos it's the amount I told you Ryan owes me, and around the time I told you, so Buster: You aren't ever getting it from that cunt Rio: That doesn't mean you have to foot the bill! Rio: Buster, oh my god Buster: It means he's got less of an excuse to come around though Buster: Worth it for that Rio: You must think I'm so ungrateful, I thought it was from the streams, I didn't clock it 'til now Buster: I didn't do it so you'd be grateful Buster: I have better methods for that, like Rio: Are you sure? Rio: I won't touch it, 'case you change your mind Rio: but thanks Buster: Don't be an idiot Buster: I don't want it back Rio: It's a lot of money that you don't owe me Buster: Nah Buster: It's like a piece from Nance's summer wardrobe or whatever Rio: I know Rio: and I already raided said wardrobe once, like Buster: Only what she left behind Buster: Nothing she cares about Rio: Still that good shit though Rio: not that I've priced it all up to put on poshmark or anything but you know Buster: Get that sorted for next time Buster: Anything you don't wanna keep yourself that is Buster: 💄 maybe Rio: 'Course Rio: was my colour Buster: Yeah Rio: Now I really owe you, yeah? Buster: Not for that Buster: I'm not trying to buy it, you know Rio: I know Rio: I will think of something though Buster: Good 'cause I can't stop thinking about you Rio: Same Rio: but reversed Rio: not that self-absorbed or feeling this bitch rn Buster: You should Buster: You look fucking good right now Rio: You would say that, perv 😉 Buster: Not sorry Buster: It's true Rio: Too early for truthing Rio: though thanks to all-inclusive i've been off my face nearly this entire time on cheap wine Buster: So what you'd rather a dare? Rio: 😂 Yeah Rio: what kinda of boring bitch picked truth, 'less they wanted to tell all their mates who they fancied Buster: I'm never bored of hearing how much you fancy me, babe Rio: Shut up 😏 Rio: about how mature i feel rn Rio: though glad you've grown, cuter now, like Buster: Are you saying I was an ugly kid? Buster: Bullshit and just rude to be honest Rio: No, just that you've got better with age Rio: don't start with me, accept the compliment like i'm accepting the cash 😜 Buster: Alright Buster: cheers then Rio: Welcome Rio: see, wasn't that nice? Buster: Shut up Buster: I've been nice to you loads of times Rio: I know Rio: I've been the cunt this time, like Buster: You're not Rio: Hmm, jury ain't even out on that one but imma use my time wisely Rio: gonna go straight guv Buster: Don't Buster: You actually would be in danger of being a boring bitch then Buster: And you ain't bad as is, like Rio: Now who's being rude, you don't need to take my place, babe Rio: Idk, undoubtly won't last, hasn't stuck yet, like Rio: sick of feeling like crap and acting or being treated like it Buster: I'm just saying, sin with me first, babe Buster: Do you really feel that bad? I know you didn't want a truth but you can tell me Rio: That doesn't count, I've decided Rio: mostly 'cos I really want to but no one's gonna know so no one can get fucked over, like Rio: Right now, yeah Rio: I didn't wanna go and leave Indie and things are weird between us rn as is Buster: She's alive I've seen the evidence Buster: but yeah I know Buster: Has he contacted you since you got there? Buster: Either he, like Rio: Yeah, I know she'll be alright, made sure but Rio: A few times Buster: And? Rio: Ryan just liking my pictures loving being the reason I'm here having a shit time on my tod Rio: Drew asking when my next shift was, so clearly been to see Indie, Dad of the year Buster: Twat Buster: Do you wanna come home? Rio: That's the thing Rio: not really Rio: Christ 😂 sob story moment Buster: You're allowed Buster: And you don't need my permission anyway, like Rio: I know I did it Rio: but everything is fucked at home rn Buster: Babe you haven't done anything Rio: I must've flirted with Drew too much and too real Rio: then the stupid fucking stream Rio: if Ryan has told anyone and my fam find out or get shit for it Rio: which he definitely will, fuck Rio: could explain the burlesque style of things but that was just fucking porn Rio: no escaping it Buster: Rio Buster: breathe, yeah? Buster: Drew's a grown ass man first of all and sketchy as fuck since he's been around. Indie knows Buster: She's not gonna blame you for him being a fucking perv Buster: And I've told you before, I'll shut Ryan up, 'cause I can and will Rio: Yeah Rio: Okay Rio: I just don't feel like I'm sorting anything from here Rio: 'cos I ain't Rio: I always fix things Buster: Exactly Buster: So let me do it this time Buster: I've got you, alright Rio: but it's not your mess Buster: So? Rio: so Rio: why Buster: So you can focus on having a not shit time Buster: That was the whole idea of you going, remember? Rio: Missed that memo Rio: here's me hiding in shame like Buster: Don't Rio: Try Rio: fuck's sake, do i have to admit i should've let you help from the start Buster: No, but I ain't gonna be mad if you do, obviously Buster: Just tell me what I can do now, yeah? Buster: What do you need? Rio: Don't reckon pride's gonna allow that just yet but then again Rio: gonna ask you to keep me company again though so maybe I can deal if I can admit I need that Rio: alone time's all well and good but feeling really fucking alone, like, nah Rio: not so much Buster: So let me come and keep you company for real Rio: can you? Buster: I wouldn't have said it if I couldn't Buster: I can be there Rio: do you wanna though? Rio: not exactly sold it Buster: Like I said, I'm not trying to buy you Rio: yeah Rio: well, if you did come Rio: i'd be happy about it Buster: Then I'm packing Rio: Buster Buster: What? Rio: Thanks Buster: Let me earn it first, babe Rio: Overachiever Buster: You say that like it's not the best thing to happen to you Rio: 😏 Rio: I ain't mad about it but don't ruin it, boy Buster: You reckon I could? Buster: I know how bad you want me, it'd take more than words Rio: True Rio: can't be bothered to lie about it now Buster: Good Buster: Don't lie to me Rio: I won't Rio: Can't, your annoyingly perceptive, like Buster: Well yeah, got my twin's share too, didn't I? Rio: Mean! Buster: Still true Rio: You don't have to say EVERY true thing just 'cos it is Buster: Not saying it to her, am I, she don't have to handle it Rio: 🙄 Rio: She's doing her best, bless her Rio: like the rest of us Buster: Maybe she should try a bit harder Buster: Like the rest of us Rio: She's changed a lot since she came to my School, you know Buster: Good for her Rio: Just saying Buster: Whatever Rio: Focus on packing Buster: It's done Buster: Not some amateur like Rio: know i don't plan on letting you leave the bed much but Rio: probably pack some outfits, babe Rio: how did you do it that fast Buster: 😏 Buster: I know you're more adventurous than that, babe Buster: Not gonna hide you away in the room when I can fuck you anywhere Rio: i did manage to get a room with a decent balcony, actually Buster: That's a start Rio: how soon can you get here Buster: There's a flight in a few hours then plus the actual time in the air, like Rio: Good Rio: Your 'rents cool? Buster: They could care less Buster: What else is summer for? Buster: Work hard, play hard, basically on our family crest Rio: 👍 Rio: I feel it Buster: Not gonna tell them I'm travelling to fuck you senseless Buster: Probably less approving of that but you know Rio: 😳 Rio: can't have them after me too, like Buster: I'd never let that happen Buster: I'm coming to make things better not worse Rio: You're too good Rio: to me and in general like Rio: got me weak 😩 Buster: You ain't seen nothing yet, babe Buster: Be ready for it Rio: You know I've BEEN ready Buster: Yeah but it's not just talk now, is it? Rio: Never been just talk Rio: unless you packing disappointment for me, like Buster: Shut up Buster: You know everything I've put in this case you'll wanna rip off me Rio: Just don't bill me for your dry cleaning Buster: Like you could afford it Rio: 😤 Rio: my point but don't be so rude Buster: Mine's that we gonna ruin half this Buster: That's why I packed so fast Rio: thank god i packed some decent shit in my own mad dash Rio: no excuse not to be seen with me now Buster: I'm done making excuses, believe me Buster: I don't care what you're wearing I just want to take it off you Rio: I know but I still want you to enjoy the view whilst doing it Buster: You know I will Buster: You're so hot it drives me insane Rio: Yeah Rio: I genuinely reckon when we finally get to fuck my life is gonna feel less shit because i actually feel mental how much i think about it Rio: no pressure 😂 Buster: I perform well under pressure Buster: No worries Rio: so fucking capable Rio: jesus Rio: such a turn on Buster: good Buster: 'cause I swear everything you do gets to me Rio: yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: i'm glad Rio: all i wanna do is turn you on and get you off Buster: It's finally gonna happen Rio: I know, I get to feel it Rio: taste it Buster: fuck I bet you taste so good Rio: you can find out as soon as you get here Rio: already so wet ready for you Buster: Jesus Buster: I need to Rio: make me cum with your tongue before you fuck me Rio: i'll be so hot and tight on your dick Buster: Babe Rio: Yes? 😇 Buster: You're perfect Rio: perfect for you Buster: Yeah Rio: You are for me Rio: I have to have you Buster: You can have me as many times as you want Buster: There's nothing to stop us once this plane ride is over Rio: I intend to Rio: Not gonna be satisfied with just once Rio: waited and wanted too long Buster: I've never agreed with you more Rio: Good thing no one else can ever know, right? Buster: My ego won't agree after I've made you cum more than you ever have but Buster: I'll forgo the brag this once Rio: Realisitcally you already got 'em beat, how many times I've screwed myself and pretended it was you Rio: Brag all you want, just don't put my name down as a reference, like 😂 Buster: Bragging won't feel as good as any of this anyway Buster: You think you like my odds now but just wait until I'm inside you or been eating you out for hours Buster: The competition just won't exist Rio: Fucking hell Rio: my brain won't exist Rio: i need to not think for a while Rio: only think about making you feel as good as you make me Buster: That's all I want too Buster: Fuck it Rio: you've earnt it, daddy Rio: gonna take care of you like you do me Buster: How long until somebody misses you? Buster: I'm not even there yet and I already don't want to leave Rio: Ugh, I took a week so we've got Rio: 3 days left Buster: You don't need to sleep, right? Rio: If I do wake me up by pressing your hard on into my ass Rio: 😍 best way to wake up Buster: Least I can do Rio: what's the most Rio: i want that Buster: You'll have to fall asleep to find out Buster: Depends what you want more, really Buster: 'Cause being awake will be very tempting, like Rio: but but 😖 Rio: i just want you constantly idc Rio: i'm yours for the weekend use me however and whenever you want Buster: You have no idea how many times I've imagined you saying shit like that to me Rio: and i wanted to Rio: had to make sure you did too Buster: Thank Christ we both know now Rio: Now it doesn't have to be all fantasy Rio: I want to do everything you've ever thought about me doing to you, let you do everything you've ever dreamed of Buster: I'm not gonna say no Buster: I'm still waiting to hear all of yours Rio: interrogate me, i'll list 'em off, one for every spank you give me Rio: harder you go harder i will baby Buster: Fucking hell Buster: okay Rio: you want that? Buster: I really want it Rio: Good Rio: it's always made me wet when you tell me what to do and get a lil rough with me Rio: even if it makes me mad too, still want you to push me up against the nearest wall and fuck the shit outta me Buster: I know Rio: Not even ashamed Rio: 'cos I'd rather you knew so you would sometime Buster: Don't be Buster: I'm not ashamed to admit how hard you get me anytime you do what you're told either Rio: get used to it, i wanna do whatever you say right now Rio: sometimes i've gotta ignore you though so you punish me Buster: I don't reckon you can ignore me, even when you need to Rio: True Rio: you're too good Buster: That's what you'll be saying when I let you talk, babe Rio: Buster Buster: You can say my name too Rio: Good, because you're all that's on my mind Rio: byy the time you get here i'm going to need you so bad Buster: I need you so bad now Rio: can i touch myself or do i have to be good and wait Buster: Wait for me Rio: okay daddy Rio: my fingers aren't going to be enough anyway when i'm thinking of your big dick Buster: 3 days won't be enough Rio: i know Rio: we can work it out Buster: promise Rio: promise Rio: i need you Rio: whenever we can Buster: Me too Buster: There's nobody else who comes close to you Rio: 'cos i'm made for you Rio: don't forget Buster: I won't Buster: not after this Buster: I couldn't before, like Rio: I know Rio: we both tried Rio: saw you trying not to look at me when i was failing myself Buster: and I tried to get you to look at me any way I fucking could Rio: You never had to try, trust me Buster: It felt like it, some of the stupid shit I've done Rio: Why am I here? Rio: Can't get any more desperate or stupid, like Buster: Don't say that Rio: Sorry Rio: it's just the truth Rio: you know that was for you Buster: It's not gonna be like that any more Rio: no Rio: if you get me wet then my pussy is yours Rio: i won't ever ddo it again Buster: I won't do that kinda shit to you anymore Buster: New games now, like Rio: Better Buster: Yeah