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ONLY FRIENDS IS SO GOOOOOOOOD

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When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

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João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

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The Rare Bookseller Part 72: Alexander's Resolve

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tw: mind control, dehumanization, possessiveness, sickness, doctor examination, drugging

October 1925

Lex's joys never lasted long.

The night was cold and clear, unlike the thick fog that had accompanied his and Fitz's reunion, and the bright moon overhead didn't suit Lex's dark mood. He was trying to fake high spirits, not wanting to mar Fitz's last night in the city, and as usual, he was failing.

"You look like you're heading to an execution. Actually, no, I think you would be more cheerful if you actually were heading to an execution," said Fitz. "I'll be back again before you know it."

That was a lie, and they both knew it. Lex keenly felt every moment they were apart. In the brief time they'd had together as master and thrall, they'd formed a deep bond, and turning Fitz had only strengthened it. Fitz living halfway across the world was like cutting out one of his lungs and flinging it across the ocean, or keeping half of his brain on the moon, unnatural.

"I know," said Lex, acquiescing to the lie. "But is it too much to hope that you'll visit sooner next time?"

"That's the first time you've asked me that."

"Is it?" That didn't seem right. But then, perhaps it was. He'd never been good at simply telling Fitz, or anyone else, what he wanted, for fear of being denied.

"It is. And since you've asked so nicely… I think it can be arranged," said Fitz. "Perhaps I could come for New Years."

"That soon!"

"Why not? You did say I should --"

"Yes," said Lex, fearful that Fitz would take it back. "Yes, come for New Years. That sounds perfect." This winter might actually be bearable if Fitz would be returning in just a few short months. And in the meantime, he'd have Oliver for comfort.

Oliver coughed politely behind his hand. Lex suspected that he might be feeling under the weather, as his eyes looked unusually tired and the smell of his blood was slightly off. He'd have to worry about that after seeing Fitz off.

"We should board soon, sir," said Roger, who once more had been relegated to dragging along the steamer trunk.

Fitz pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. "Unfortunately, you're right."

"I'm glad you're still carrying the watch I gave you," said Lex, trying to shove down the nasty cocktail of emotions brewing in his gut. "I understand if you have to go. I wouldn't want you to miss your --"

Cold lips were pressed to his as Fitz pounced upon him. One final moment of having his Fitz in his arms where he rightfully belonged, before his precious sired was torn away from him once more, separated by an ocean.

No, it was his sire who separated him. If it weren't for his sire, it would be safe for him and Fitz to be together, and nothing would separate them again. It was his sire who ripped away every joy he had in this wretched eternal life, no matter how small, and one day, he knew, he'd come for Fitz again, no matter how far away he lived. And perhaps even sooner, he'd come for Oliver, break his mind and spirit and rob the light from his eyes.

It couldn't be allowed. It wouldn't be allowed. This time, Lex couldn't fail.

Lex's anger at his sire mixed with the bittersweetness of Fitz's departure, and Lex returned the kiss with ferocity, backing Fitz up against a wall -- and the sound he made when Lex pinned him was beautiful.

God damn it, he would miss this.

It was over too soon, as it always was. Lex had to loosen his hold on Fitz and let him go, even as every instinct in his body screamed at him to take what was his. His fist clenched, nails digging into his skin, as Fitz walked away with Roger in tow.

He could stop Fitz, if he wanted. He could sing to Fitz, a sweet song of love and obedience, and watch his expression dissolve into a dreamy smile and glassy eyes. He was so gorgeous when he was under Lex's spell, swaying helplessly in Lex's arms, filled with bliss as Lex poured his power into his ears. It was his right as a vampire lord to do what he would with his sired -- he could take Fitz back and have him as blissfully enthralled as Oliver, and never have to suffer this wound again.

Except he couldn't, not when his sire was still there. And when Lex finally achieved his goal, was finally free, he wouldn't need to enthrall Fitz to make him stay. They could live together freely, go where they wanted and do as they pleased and keep their thralls safe, and maybe…

Maybe things could be good. Maybe Lex could be happy. Maybe Lex could begin to erase the decades of pain, and take back some small part of what he'd lost that night when the Maestro first took hold of his body.

It was that thought, more than any other, that stopped him from doing something he and Fitz would both regret.

And so he allowed Fitz to go once again.

"We should go home," said Lex, taking Oliver's arm in his. Despite wearing a fine woolen coat that Lex had provided, Oliver was noticeably shivering, and as they walked from the docks, he began to cough violently.

There was no ignoring it. Oliver was ill, hopefully with nothing serious. It had been some time since Lex had cared for a sick human, but he thought he still remembered. The first order of business was to get his poor thrall off his feet. Lex swept him into a princess carry, amused at Oliver's squeak of surprise.

"Sir -- what are you -- " His body was wracked with coughs again.

"You're clearly not feeling well at all. Why haven't you said anything?"

"I didn't want to worry you, sir. I'm sure it's only a cold."

"Only a cold or not, you're my thrall. I'm very invested in your health and well-being, as I hope you realize."

Oliver nodded weakly. "Yes, sir, I appreciate it."

Lex pressed a hand to Oliver's forehead and was not surprised to feel it hot as a furnace. Oliver leaned into the cold touch, closing his eyes. "You seem to be running a high fever, and your cough sounds bad. What else is troubling you?"

"I'm sore and tired all over, sir," said Oliver, cuddling against Lex in a way that he normally didn't. "My throat is awfully sore, and I'm congested. That's about all."

"You must have caught something from the other humans at the Tiger's Eye. There's always some irresponsible vampire who doesn't take proper care of their thralls. Now I regret taking you, especially with how distressed you were over Jessica's thrall."

"I'm glad I got to see what had become of her, sir."

"I suppose so." Lex pulled up what information he had about human illness from dusty corners of his mind. He should probably just call on Edith. She'd know the correct thing to do. "I'll take you home and get you into bed. Is there anything you'd like to eat or drink? I bought you some cans of soup recently, didn't I?"

"Yes, sir, there's still some canned soup in the pantry. Water to drink would be fine, or a cup of tea, if it isn't too much trouble."

"It isn't trouble at all. Just as you serve me, it's my responsibility to serve you when you need it."

"Thank you, sir." Oliver leaned into Lex's chest and closed his eyes, clearly exhausted.

As concerned as Lex was, he couldn't help but be endeared at how much his thrall trusted him. Fitz may have left him for now, but Oliver was right here, and he needed Lex.

And Lex needed him. He'd tried so hard to avoid becoming attached to another thrall after Fitz, buying very ordinary thralls with low quality blood that wouldn't interest his sire at all, keeping Henry and unfortunate Paul at arm's length. Lex hadn't fully appreciated how his lack of decent blood and decent service was diminishing him, not until he had no choice but to acquire Oliver. Oliver, whose blood was rich and full of life; Oliver, who fell under his spell so easily and completely.

That was why he had refused Fitz's last minute offer to take Oliver overseas with him. Certainly, it might spare Oliver from the looming threat of his sire, but Lex simply couldn't stand to see his new thrall taken away along with Fitz. He knew that without Oliver to keep his spirits up, he'd fall into cowardice and inaction once again, his weakness allowing his sire to press him firmly under his thumb.

When they arrived home, Lex carried Oliver upstairs to his own bedroom, which was only occasionally used now that Lex had given into the temptation to have his thrall warm his bed on cold nights. He stripped Oliver of his heavy coat and set him down on the side of the bed, and his thrall blinked at Lex slowly with bleary eyes. "You don't need to do a thing, Oliver. Just relax," said Lex.

Lex made quick work relieving Oliver of his shirt and pants, and Oliver's complete lack of resistance as he was undressed was an indicator both of trust and of how out of it the poor human was. He fetched some light pajamas from the dresser and a washcloth doused in cold water from the bathroom, to wipe the sweat from his too-warm skin. Soon, Oliver was bundled safely into his bed, his heavy eyes drifting shut even before Lex could sing to him.

Satisfied with his work, Lex went to the kitchen to heat water for tea. There was a loud knock on the door, and Lex groaned, in no mood for visitors. He peeped through the spyhole to see Lily.

"If this is a social call, I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down tonight," said Lex as he opened the door. "Oliver's taken ill, and I'm going to need to go fetch Edith."

"Jessica's dead," said Lily.

"What?"

"Exactly what I said, Jessica's dead."

Lex stared in shock. He'd never exactly been friends with Jessica -- their interests and personalities were far too different, and Lex couldn't stand her habit of discarding thralls that bored her. But they'd known each other for a very long time, and it seemed impossible that she could be dead. Lex let Lily into the house wordlessly, and they went to the music room to talk. Oliver's tea would unfortunately have to wait a few minutes.

"When did it happen?"

"The night we all went to the Tiger's Eye, apparently. No one's sure what went down, but her carriage was found empty the next morning. It was even in the human papers," said Lily, fiddling with her hair. "It seems likely it was a hunter who got her."

"But Jessica's been untouchable all these years. Any hunter who gets close enough to stake her falls under her power. Unless…"

"That's exactly why I wanted to be the one to tell you, because I knew what conclusion you would draw." Lily leaned forward, glaring. "Everyone's saying that it must have been the witch-hunter."

"Jessica knew about the witch."

"But she didn't believe the witch was real. Besides, you know how drunk she was by the time we left the club. Don't you think she could've been caught off guard?"

"I guess she must have." Lex's mind was working a million miles an hour.

"You need to be careful, Lex. I mean it! Jessica only lived a short walk away from here. You could so easily be next."

"Then I'll have to be ready for it."

Lily groaned. "I'm serious, Lex. At the risk of being disgustingly sincere… I don't know how I'd deal with it all if something happened to you. So just don't do anything stupid and reckless, okay?"

"I won't be careless like Jessica. I promise," he said, his face softening. "I don't want to get dusted. Not now, when I feel so close to having an existence that's worth it." Truthfully, Lex thought that Lily would be perfectly fine without him. And she'd certainly take Oliver if anything happened to him, and hopefully she'd send him to Fitz if she didn't want to keep him herself. Still, Lex was surprised at how vehemently he didn't want to be killed. That hadn't always been the case.

With her warning delivered, Lily left Lex to tend to his thrall, and Lex put the kettle back on. He took the hot tea up to Oliver, who was sleeping fitfully. Lex touched his forehead and found that it was still burning hot.

"Master?" said Oliver, his eyelids fluttering open.

"Shh, it's okay, Oliver. I brought you some tea if you'd like. Or if you want to just sleep, you can do that."

"Mmm." Oliver closed his eyes again, sinking into the pillow.

Lex's mind couldn't help but turn. The witch hunter was so, so close, and with her, a possibility of freedom, the spell to render his sire's control over him ineffective. All he really had to do was go out at night as though calling on friends or visiting the club, making himself a tempting target…

He hated to leave Oliver home by himself, but he'd only be a liability in the fight that Lex was seeking. He'd be perfectly safe locked up at home while Lex did what needed to be done, much as he was forced to leave Fitz behind when enthralling the guild, so many years ago.

It was exactly the sort of plan that Lily was warning him against, but he had to try. He couldn't let another opportunity to be free of his sire slip through his fingers with so much on the line.

His mind was made up.

"I'll protect you," Lex whispered to his sleeping thrall. "I'll protect you no matter what it takes. I promise I won't fail you."

---

Oliver was running, running through endless hallways, not getting any closer to his goal -- not that he was even sure what his goal was. He was late, he knew that much, and his efforts were inadequate, and he was in so much trouble --

There was someone calling for him. He wanted to respond, but his throat felt so dry and scratchy that he couldn't get the words out. He fell to the ground, coughing so hard he felt his ribs would split.

The coughing fit woke him up. As awareness returned to him, he realized that he was in his own comfortable bed and not some dingy hallway. Unfortunately, the burning pain in his throat was real, along with his headache, itchy eyes and sore muscles.

"Easy, Oliver." His master was by his side, rubbing his back so gently as Oliver coughed. "Here, drink some water. Slowly."

Oliver gratefully took the glass of water, and it took all his restraint to follow Alexander's instructions and not gulp it down. The water soothed his cracked lips and tortured throat, enough that he could croak out words. "Thank you, sir."

"Shh, you don't need to talk," said Alexander. "And you don't need to thank me. It's the least I can do, to take care of you when you're ill."

Oliver nodded, comforted to have his master near. Of course Alexander had every incentive to care for him, having paid so much money for Oliver, but Oliver was still relieved that the vampire was so dedicated. He'd been sick frequently his whole life, and he'd always had to suffer through his illnesses alone, huddled in his little bunk in the apartment above the bookstore, dragging himself a few feet to fetch water and whatever food he happened to have in the pantry. Having someone look out for him was a welcome change.

"I've brought Dr. Edith to see you. Will you let her examine you?"

Oliver hadn't even noticed the older woman standing near the doorway, the vampire doctor he'd met a few weeks ago. She was wearing a black walking dress and carrying a medical bag. He couldn't help but be a bit apprehensive about being examined by a vampire other than his master, but with Alexander right here, he should be fine. He nodded.

Alexander stepped back a few paces to allow Dr. Edith to sit by his bedside. "Hello there, Oliver. Your master tells me that you're running a fever and have a sore throat and a cough, is that right? You don't need to speak if it hurts."

Oliver nodded again. Her aura felt soothing, almost like a cool breeze. It made him want to close his eyes and go back to sleep.

She produced a thermometer from her bag. "Be a good boy and open your mouth. Here, I'll just put that under your tongue… and hold it there. Good." As Oliver lay there with the thermometer sticking out of his mouth, she opened one of his eyes wider with her fingers and looked in. "Follow my finger with your eyes, now. That's a good boy."

His eyelids were drooping as he tried to watch her finger up and down, back and forth. He couldn't help but wonder if she might be mesmerizing him, but then she stopped.

"Eye movements are normal. Let's see that temperature reading." She relieved Oliver of the thermometer and took a look. "No wonder you aren't feeling well, dear. We need to get that fever down, don't we?" She rummaged in her medical bag and pulled out a brown bottle and a small metal spoon, pouring out a generous amount of what was within. It smelled foul.

"What's in it, sir?" Oliver managed to say.

"It's medicine that will help with your cough and fever. You'll probably go right to sleep after you take it -- not that you need help sleeping with your master's abilities. But it's very important to reduce your fever."

Despite the compulsion to follow her words, Oliver balked a bit at the disgusting smelling medicine, glancing over at his master. "You should do as she says," said Alexander.

Left with no choice, he gulped the medicine, swallowing it as fast as he could and nearly gagging on the taste. Dr. Edith mercifully gave him some water to wash it down.

"That's a good thrall," she said. "Now I need to examine your chest. Just lie back and try to relax and breathe deep."

She began unbuttoning his pajamas with a no-nonsense attitude, and all Oliver could do was lie there as she exposed his chest and pressed a cold stethoscope to it. "Breathe in, dear. Now breathe out. Big deep breaths for me. Good boy."

She put the stethoscope down and began gently palpating him around the neck. "Nothing abnormal. Let me just see your bite scars. Alexander, are these his only bite wounds?"

"They are. I've only ever fed from his neck."

"Very good. Well, they don't look infected. Healthy and normal for a thrall."

Oliver was starting to feel strange as she pulled out another instrument to examine his ears. It was almost as if he were floating away from his body, watching himself on the bed from a distance.

"It's all right, Oliver," said his master, who was suddenly by his side again. "That's just the medicine kicking in."

He looked up at Alexander as his vision blurred, his eyelids threatening to close. He hadn't even realized that the doctor had finished her examination. He lay there, fighting to stay awake as Alexander and Dr. Edith discussed his condition.

"…give him a spoonful every eight hours or so. If his fever gets worse…"

"What would be a suitable thing to feed…"

"He's otherwise healthy, so he should…"

The next time he opened his eyes, Dr. Edith was gone, and Alexander was perched on the side of the bed, stroking his face and humming softly.

"You're going to be all right, Oliver. You should get some rest."

His master began to sing, and it wasn't merely a lullaby to put him asleep. In the notes of the song, Oliver could hear his master's commands to feel safe and to know he was cherished, and it put him at ease as he slipped back down, down, down into oblivion.

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Finding Love in a Zombie Apocalypse - A JJK Interactive Romance Fanfic Round 3

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Round 1 | Round 2

During a zombie apocalypse, you meet a group of seven handsome men. Which one will you choose to be your survival/romantic partner?

Vote for the man you want to be eliminated! The man with the most votes will not be killed off in the story, but he will be removed from all future polls and his branching story will be closed off!

Reminder: Vote for the man you DO NOT want to survive with! You are voting someone OUT!

After this round, every man voted out will not have his part posted!

In the previous round, Man #4, Toji, was voted out!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

As the zombie horde begins flooding into the store, slowed only by the narrow opening of a single floor to ceiling window, you and the other survivors flee toward the back entrance of the store. 

As you run, you trip on a discarded can of food, your foot flying out from under you. With a cry of alarm, you hit the floor. Looking up, you realize the others didn’t notice. In the chaos, they didn’t even hear you scream.

Man #1: Choso

You yell for help, but you don’t think anyone can hear you over the moans of the zombies and the called out directions of the men at the front of the pack. But as you watch their backs as they get further away, you see one of them turn around. 

It’s Choso! He sees you struggling to stand up in your panic, and runs back for you. He hurriedly pulls you to your feet. Up ahead, the others seem to have noticed that something’s wrong, so they’ve slowed or stopped to look back. 

The two of you run toward the rest of the group, but a zombie grabs at Choso’s loose fitting shirt. You run over and try to help him pull free, but he simply twists around and knocks the zombie’s rotting hand away in some sort of martial arts move. 

“I didn’t know you could do that!” you yell over the chaos as you both continue running. 

“I can’t die here! I have to make it to the next town,” he says back. “My little brother Yuji is waiting for me!”

Ah, so that’s who it was. You admire his dedication, and you hope from the bottom of your heart that he can get to his brother and protect him. But in the meantime, the two of you dodge grabbing zombies as you run to catch up with the others. 

It isn’t lost on you that, despite his desperation to reach his brother, he still risked his life to come back for you.

Man #2: Sukuna

As you and Choso rejoin the group, you notice a couple of unhappy looks being thrown your way, even though most of the men seem relieved that you’re okay. You ignore them, running along beside them. 

It doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re slowing them down. They’re all taller than you, with longer legs and more stamina, so they’re outpacing you quickly. Most of them seem to have slowed to let you keep up, but at least one has run ahead and another, Sukuna, is grumbling complaints under his breath. 

Finally he moves closer to you and picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

You yelp in surprise, and in return he gives your ass a light smack. “You can’t keep up, princess,” he says in a mocking tone, picking up speed and running as fast as the others despite the added weight. 

You’re not sure how to respond to his rough treatment, but ultimately you’re thankful that he’s getting you out of danger. “Uh, thanks,” you say, hoping he can hear you. 

His hand is gripping the backs of your thighs, holding you in place. “Don’t mention it,” he replies. He really doesn’t seem scared or worried at all, as if this highly dangerous situation is simply entertainment to break up his boredom. It’s a bit worrying, but at the same time, you feel safe in his grasp. 

When the group finally reaches the back loading area, he sits you down, and quickly turns to shut the door and hold it in place with his massive body while the others decide on the best strategy of getting out.

Man #3: Geto Suguru

Three of the men are standing in a cluster, hurriedly planning out the next move. Geto, Nanami, and Higuruma seem to be the “brains” of this group, each bringing up rapid fire ideas and discussing them quickly and efficiently. But in the end, it’s Geto who decides on which strategy to use. Clearly, he’s the one they defer to. 

He turns to face everyone else and says, “We’ll open the loading gate and slip out as quietly as possible. There are several trucks parked outside, and chances are high that we can get at least one of them started. We’ll split up and check the trucks for keys.”

Everyone nods and agrees to the plan. Choso climbs up and looks out the window you and Higuruma looked through earlier. “There’s only around twenty out here,” he calls. 

Geto look over the group. “Split into groups of two. One person watches while the other searches. Be careful and be quiet.”

Everyone nods and begins pairing up. Geto approaches Gojo, and you realize you often see the two of them together. They must be friends. 

While the others are preparing, you step over to speak to him. “What do you think our chances are?”

He’s wearing a complicated expression. “Good, I hope. Otherwise I’ve just doomed us all.”

You wish he didn’t take responsibility for everything, because it seems to be wearing him down.

Man #4: Fushiguro Toji

The only person who hasn’t paired up yet is Toji, probably because he’s been very vocal about wanting to ditch everyone else. But you’d rather be with him than alone so you approach him. 

“Guess it’s you and me,” you say. 

He shrugs, then says, “Stick close to me. I won’t let you get bitten.”

You’re not sure how much you trust him, but he certainly looks strong enough to fend off a lot of zombies. So you hover close behind him as Geto opens the back loading door. As it slowly rises, making a sound that seems way too loud, a few zombies begin crawling in. Sukuna is at the front, paired with Choso. The two of them are taking out zombies more quickly than the corpses can come in. 

Behind them, Nanami and Higuruma are standing ready to take care of any that slip through. Next are you and Toji, with Gojo behind you waiting for Geto to join him once the gate is open enough for everyone to run through. 

Finally it’s high enough, and the whole group hurries out into the back parking lot. All the pairs scatter toward the huge trucks parked out there, and you start toward one of them yourself before you feel Toji’s hand on your arm, stopping you. 

“My car is parked out front. I can make it.”

You look at him in shock. “You’re ditching us?!”

His expression softens somewhat. “Look, I have a kid. Last I heard, he was still in the city with some relatives. I have to get back there and get him out.”

Oh. That certainly explains a lot. You can’t say you blame him for breaking off from the group in this case. 

“You can come with me if you want,” he says. “Hide nearby. I’ll get my car and pull around here. If you’re still here, I’ll pick you up, but if you’re not, I’ll assume you went with them.” And with that, he runs toward the front of the store, knocking down zombies as he goes.

Man #5: Higuruma Hiromi

You stand there kind of stunned, not sure what to think about Toji’s offer. You’re so distracted that you don’t notice the zombie approaching until it’s right on you! 

You yelp in alarm, dodging its grasp and slipping around behind it. You have your crowbar tucked into your backpack, sticking out for easy access. You grab it and swing, hitting it in the head. It falls down but doesn’t die, suddenly grabbing your ankle and biting! Thankfully, the duck tape Higuruma helped you apply seems to have blocked the bite. 

The zombie is holding on tight despite you trying to kick it off, and two more are coming closer. Out of nowhere, a steel bat swings down and smashes the zombie’s head. You look up to see Higuruma. 

“Geto got a truck started,” he says, taking your hand and pulling you along. “Let’s go!”

A small group of zombies stands in your way, looking in all directions. You notice the sound of an engine running. That must be what they’re looking for. Higuruma ducks behind a car, pulling you with him. 

“Can we go around?” you ask, trying to see how many there are and the easiest path to avoid them.

“We won’t need to,” he says, surprisingly calm. Higuruma pulls something out of his bag, a can of soda. You wonder what he plans to do with it for a second before he throws it, hitting a car several yards away and triggering a blaring alarm. 

The zombies begin shambling toward the car, and after they’ve left, the two of you come out from behind the car. “That was amazing,” you tell him. 

He looks a little embarrassed but he smiles faintly. “I had a car like that once. I remembered how loud the alarm was.”  Then he takes your hand again. “Come on!”

Man #6: Gojo Satoru

As you and Higuruma near the truck Geto got started, you hear the sounds of a scuffle. You arrive to find Gojo fighting off a small horde of zombies. He’s wielding the biggest wrench you’ve ever seen, and he’s eerily silent as he mows down the zombies with shocking ease. There’s a ferocity you didn’t expect from the cheerful, easy going man you met in the store. 

Is this really the same guy? 

His blue eyes seem to be gleaming as zombie blood flies through the air, splattering his clothes. It’s almost as if… he’s feral. 

You stand there for a moment, not sure if you should jump in to help or not. He doesn’t seem like he needs any assistance, but to not do anything while someone else is fighting seems wrong. You start forward, but Higuruma stops you. 

“Best to just leave him be. In that state he might accidentally attack you.”

This surprises you, but you can sort of see how that could happen. He’s swinging the wrench around wildly, at anything that moves near him. Finally the last of the zombies around him go down, and he’s left standing above a pile of bodies, panting. He looks up, and for a brief moment he looks terrifying, but then he smiles at you. 

“Oh, hey, you guys made it,” he says, his voice back to its cheerful usual tone. Then he blinks. “Where’s Toji?”

“Uh, he said he wanted to go to the front and get his car,” you say. 

Higuruma sighs beside you. “That idiot. There’s no way he’ll make it.”

Gojo laughs in a friendly way. “I don’t know about that. He’s unstoppable when he’s determined!”

You stare at him, thinking he looked pretty unstoppable himself just a moment ago. But Gojo smiles brightly at you. It’s the kind of smile that makes you feel like everything will be okay. “Come on, Suguru is waiting in the truck!”

Man #7: Nanami Kento

“Wait, where’s Nanami?” you ask, turning to Higuruma. 

“He found some supplies in the back of the truck we searched. I grabbed as many as I could but he was getting more. He told me to go ahead.”

Just then you spot him in the distance, running toward you, his bag looking heavy and bloated at his side. He motions toward the truck as he calls out, “Get in! I’m right behind you!”

The others begin climbing in, including Choso and Sukuna who just arrived. Apparently they trust that Nanami will make it, but you’re not so sure. There’s a crowd of zombies following after him. 

As you watch, a few of them get close enough to grab at Nanami. He whirls around, chopping the rotted hands off with a huge meat cleaver, then continues running. But that few seconds of time he lost comes back to bite him immediately. Three more zombies have gotten close enough to reach him. 

Without giving it another thought, you clench your crowbar and run toward him. You knock one away from him while he deals with the other two. 

“I told you to get in the truck,” he says sternly, not at all happy that you came back for him. But there’s deep concern laced through his tone. He doesn’t want you to endanger yourself for him. 

“I’m not leaving you behind,” you say as the two of you run toward the truck. 

He kicks a zombie out of the way and brings his cleaver down on another. “And I’m not letting you get hurt trying to help me!”

With the path cleared, you both pick up speed to reach the truck, where the others are waiting. The trailer portion is open in the back, and you can see Sukuna, Choso, and Higuruma inside. Gojo and Geto must be in the cab. 

Nanami climbs into the trailer, then extends his hand to you. “Come on,” he says, and the kindness in his eyes puts you at ease.

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[itsmeatballworld]

it ends in heartbreak: part 2

wc | 370 [short and sweet sad]

pairing | daryl dixon x f!reader

a/n 2.0 | still working on part 3 (the finale) but I wrote a drabble from Daryl's POV in the meantime! no beta bc I'm sick and cannot reread to save my life <3

[ part one ] - [ part three ]

Daryl Dixon knew he fucked up the moment he opened his mouth. It was automatic the way each sentence spewed out, leaving him little time to process the garbage he was saying.

Get it through your head, girl. You ain’t mine.

He sat up night after night hoping you’d come back and scream at him for what he said. He wanted you to get mad, make him admit he fucked up. But the more the days passed, the more he knew that would never happen.

You’re just some bitch I screwed.

He winced.

He’s thought about how mean he was to you every single day. That ghastly look across your face burned into his memories, scarring the perfect image he had of you. And it was all because of him. That expression was caused by his vile words and he couldn’t live with that. Even after all the shit he said to you, the thought of you heartbroken made him sick.

This ain’t real.

You’re better off without me anyway.

But... he meant every word he said. You are better off without him. People who tend to love him either get hurt or die – and for your safety, you’d be better off never knowing him.

So as time went on he kept his distance from you.

The next few weeks turned to months and years quickly. There was a pain in your eyes that Daryl couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he’d try. If you’d glance at him for a moment, all those memories—good and bad—come flooding back.

So he ignored you. Long car rides? If he could, he’d be on his bike riding far away from you. Dinner time? Daryl was eating in his quarters alone. Need another person for a run? Anybody but you was an option. Hell he’d take Eugene first before even thinking to ask you to tag along.

It was clear to everyone including Daryl that he had a hard time admitting when he was wrong. He could say that had to do with growing up with abusive parents and a neglectful brother, but it wouldn’t change the fact that he hurt you deeply.

And there was no going back.

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[submissivewelshranger]

Fake spam-bot accounts have really irked me today. If you recognise yourself in the following rant then please accept that you are an unwelcome parasite!

I, like countless others, are bombarded by dozens of unsolicited DMs spamming our inboxes from accounts claiming to be “experienced and well trained” mistresses. Most will have reposts that we will have previously “liked” but no original posts. Others will have maybe a single post if lucky.

The vast majority will have empty bios or a simple “your mistress”.

99% will send a greeting along these lines: “Hey sissy, Hi slut or Hello slave”.

First and foremost YOU DON’T KNOW US! What on this Goddess—given Earth makes you assume you can speak to a complete stranger in this way? You have to EARN the right to address us in this way.

Yes we may be submissive, I know some REAL DOMMES who have also been approached in this manner. Show some RESPECT FFS! Don’t be surprised if I address you back in a similar manner.

DISCLAIMER: UNSOLICITED BOT DMs WILL BE SHARED AND POSTED FOR TRAINING PURPOSES!

Secondly, we’re not all looking for an owner. I even have it clearly stated in my bio! I know I’m not the only one who does this.

Speaking of bios, READ THEM YOU MORONS! Asking for name, age and location WHEN IT’S CLEARLY STATED AT THE TOP OF THE BIO shows a complete lack of respect for the account you’re attempting to contact! It’s a number One telltale sign that you’re a bot!

On a similar vein, castigating our bios when yours are empty just screams BOT or AI account.

We are REAL PEOPLE who want to chat with other PEOPLE with similar interests. If I want to get intimate with a Bot then I will stick my dick in a blender: it would certainly be a more pleasant experience!

Finally you are giving real Masters and Mistresses a bad name. It’s a very rare occasion for a genuine Domme to message us out of the blue; I’m still waiting to be contacted by Mistress Alice in Bondageland, Mistress Natalie Mars or ideally the Goddess, London Andrews offering to collar me. Those three Ladies would definitely give me the perfect reason to submit willingly, heart, body and soul!

In the meantime I am happy to chat with anyone- PROVIDING YOU HAVE THE DECENCY to actually take the time to find out about us from our blogs.

For the benefit of the accounts asking me to chat privately on other platforms, i only do so with people i feel a connection with. In most circumstances this will develop over weeks or months. Don’t expect me to provide my Telegram or Zangi to an empty account that’s been active for literally five minutes!

Here’s the Bot test; I’m now 53 and live in the heartland of Eryri, North Wales’ beautiful mountainous area where we still speak our native language. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Thank you for your patience.

[yolowritter]

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to part 2 of this Au! So, I'll put forth a quick recap from last time and let everyone know what's happening in the rest of the story, yeah? Cool, now let's move right along!

Disclaimer: I’ve been gone from Tumblr for a while now, due to myriad of technical issues + prioritizing AO3 and IRL work. It’s a long story, but not to worry, I am now back and will actually remember to post frequently. Anyway, on with the AU!

As a reminder: The premise here is that Lila's grandmother (from the embassy mom's family, since until they explain this 27 mothers thing Lila has going on I am going to ignore it) once lived in Paris in the 1940s, and befriended Fu and Marianne as they were hiding the Miraculous away. Long story short, during that scene in S5 where they're escaping, Grandma Rossi gets the Fox Miraculous and helps them do so, eventually returning to Italy before Fu has deemed it safe enough to return for it. Many years later, she ends up revealing Trixx to Lila and passes the Fox onto her when her granddaughter says she's going to Paris, and tells her to be very, *very* careful with it. Lila immediately proceeds to nearly out herself with the Volpina incident. But don't worry, it's fine, she manages to get out of that situation without too much trouble. Now she's offered to be Adrien's friend, and so has Marinette. In the meantime, she's also waiting for a good oppurtunity to transform again, and try to convince Ladybug and Chat Noir that she is not a supervillain. For details, check the previous post.

Anyway, onto the rest of the show! Things stay the same for a few episodes, or...almost. Because Lila is friends with Adrien now, and by proxy Marinette who is putting her crush aside to make sure Lila isn't getting him in any trouble by also being Adrien's friend, our beloved...anti-heroine? Yeah, sure, why not? Our beloved anti-heroine happens to also get to know Alya and Nino failrly well, discreetly using Alya to get info on Ladybug and Chat Noir under the guise of helping with her blog, and Nino just for the playlists. Listen, Lila's taste in music ain't the most varied, so if there's good tunes in Nino's lists, she wants to have them too. Anyway, her friendship with the group develops more and more as she basically tries to be on her best behavior. Now...like I said last time, Lila isn't exactly the most moral person, or has any problems about absolutely (verbally) clobbering someone (meaning Chloe, most of the time) who is annoying her. And since Paris' Perfect Princess™ also happens to be a bully and screams at the same amount of decibels as a banshee before *anyone* has had their morning coffee, Lila joins up with Marinette and Alya to make sure nobody puts up with Chloe's BS.

As a consequence of this, she develops genuine friendships. I know, how horrible! But Lila isn't quite sure *how* friendship works, aside from her just holding back her snarky comments and being generally nice to the girls. So...as Marinette slowly begins to trust her more since Lila seems to just...not be going after her crush, our anti-heroine is left grappling with what exactly it means to even have friends in the first place, and if her bonds with the gang are even real considering she's mostly pretending when around them. This all comes to a head when Alya invites Marinette and Alya for a sleepover at her house...and cue the Sapotis episode to screw up everyone's night. Low and behold, there's no Rena Rouge to help LB and CN out, and since Alya ran off looking for her sisters, and Marinette is "missing" (AKA Ladybug atm), Lila finds herself alone at the house. Now, logically, she should wait this out until the heroes deal with the Akuma, since it's none of her business. Then again...there's *something* nagging her in the back of her head, a kind of itch that just makes her want to go out there do something instead of being stuck inside waiting. Could it possibly be that she's grown to care for Alya and doesn't want to see her upset? ...nah, probably the boredom! On she goes to transform and jump out the window!

Oddly enough, she notices her costume has changed a little bit since the last time. It's still very much Volpina, but this time she looks a bit more like a real fox. Slightly fluffy, swishing tail, tiny bits of fur on her ears and the ability to flick them at will (yes I will be using this to show her emotions, since I find it adorable when Chat does it), and her fangs are a bit more pronounced. Does this reflect Lila's feral nature as a total chaos gremlin? Absolutely it does! Trust me, she's a troll and it gets so much better! Anyway off she goes jumping around rooftops trying to find Alya, until eventually she comes across Ladybug, who is just kinda jumping around seemingly for no reason (She's trying to get to Fu's place without being seen by the Sapotis). Naturally, Lila jumps ahead of her and peeks her head out from behind a chimney. Ladybug yelps so hard that she physically staggers back, and Volpina finds this incredibly funny. So do I Lila, so do I... After a short moment of Marinette doing a double take, she kinda looks at Volpina with confusion. It goes something like this:

Ladybug: "Wait...Lila?" she asks, confusion evident on her face.

Volpina: "Nope, name's Cerise!" she quickly corrects her, a wide grin on her face. "I- wait, I wasn't supposed to say that! Uh...sorry!" the fox heroine yelps back, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The name's Volpina! The real one this time, promise!" she sing-songs with a tiny bow.

Ladybug: "You're the real Fox Holder?" Ladybug raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

Volpina: "Yeah, Trixx absolutely adores me! So, how can I help ya miss Bug?" she asks, a chaste grin etching itself on her face. She seems almost feral, and Marinette decides to look her over.

Ladybug: Her lucky charm flashes over Volpina's form, and Ladybug examines her. It...looks like Lila's Akumatization, but also not? Her hair is a tad more orange, almost like there's faded highlights at the end of her bangs, and Volpina looks more *real*, like an actual fox rather than just a girl in a costume. "Uh...any chance you'll help us with the Akuma?" she asks again as the girl keeps flashing red in her vision, indicating she's the solution to her lucky charm.

Volpina: Volpina *grins*, flicking her tail at Ladybug. "Oh, I'll be happy to! Lead the way!" she chuckles playfully, almost like she's having fun with all this. Still Marinette jumps ahead of her, leading Lila back into the fray.

Cue the Sapotis-Land illusion and the Akuma's defeat, and Volpina hiding away the moment the fight is done so Ladybug and Chat Noir can't ask her any questions. Lila makes it back to Alya's place just in time, and jumps through the window, flopping on the couch just as the other girls also come back. She naturally makes herself look like she's been lounging around, and Marinette doesn't suspect her.

Worth mentioning that Lila was just pretending beforehand, and that Cerise is gonna be her supposed "real name" as Volpina, to throw off suspicion from her being Lila. Since Cerise doesn't actually exist in this AU (just like Lila's other 200.000 identities), it'll just be a cameo. From that day on, Lila joins Akuma fights every now and again, slowly growing into the Ladynoir banter and proving herself as an ally of sorts, while still blue skidoo-ing away before they can ask her questions. Look, she's in the *process* of crafting a new identity, this stuff ain't easy! After a couple weeks, she ends up eavesdropping on LB and CN while they're having that convo in Glaciator, where she tells him that she's got plans and whatnot. Ladybug leaves like normal, but Lila smells a wee bit off stupidity in the air, and decides to teach our dear furry a few things about how scheduling works. Low and behold, Lila actually ends up giving really good advice to Chat Noir even while actively trolling! Isn’t she miraculous? Anyway, I’ll need to go into waaaaaaay more detail about this in the next part of this AU, but I will save the specifics for part 3!

I’ll see you all soon, but until then, Stay Miraculous!

[picklebunbun]

can you write needle trying to comfort reader (fem) about being lonely and she gives love advise

—— ミ✩ needle x fem! reader

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either way

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• fem reader, she/her pronouns, feminine terms

• genre: angst and fluff

• mentions romance, but you can read it as platonic

summary: needle finds [name] crying and comforts her, [name] needs love advice

[angel’s note 👼🪽: ok so I’ll try to get through this quickly, my friend @lunnarsky requested this and did that at gun point so in order for me to not die I'm doing this story, she recommended the song btw, also didn't know if this should be human au but y'know think whatever you want]

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3rd person POV:

It was a nice day out, it was also the "once in a while" breaktime in the competition. Needle was walking around the foresty-plains that, at least for now, was her home. Honestly, she was getting bored just walking around, she'll just talk to pin or coiny for the meantime I guess, Needle was about to turn around before she heard crying, the person seemed to try and shut themselves up so no one would hear, but Needle ended up hearing it anyways. She inched her way towards the source of the noise, careful not to make a sound.

Once she got close enough, she could see the apparition of the weeping competitor. It was [name], Needle gasped, gaining [name's] attention

"n-needle..?"

"[name]?! Why are you crying..?"

[name] wiped away her tears, she calmed her sobbing to just a few sniffles, leaving her voice nasally and quiet

"it's... it's nothing.. I'm fine.."

"don't try to hide it, I already know you were crying, but why?"

"it-it's stupid, you'll think so anyways"

Needle kneeled down next to [name's] body, she wasn't sure what to really do with her hands, but ultimately, she chose rubbing [name's] back. She wasn't used to comforting people, she knew who she hated, which was quite a lot of people, and barely comforted anyone. In Needle's life, she mostly stuck by people who consoled anyone, like leafy, the person either did it for personal gain for their reputation or they were genuinely kind. Although, [name] was someone that Needle liked.

"aw, c'mon, don't be like that! Even if it is then that doesn't mean I'll leave you here crying"

"uhm.. err...fine, it's just.. someone I like never pays attention to me.. and I've just been alone for a bit, it's just hard not having anyone and you're just left here soaking in your own sadness.."

It was a bit hard to believe someone like [name] couldn't find someone, she was actually pretty cool and seemed to get along with most of the folk here. What [name] said actually struck a chord with Needle, it felt almost identical to what Needle felt, and the fact that [name] thinks so lowly of herself made Needle feel bad for her, and kind of angry that she could say that to herself. This wasn't about her though, it was about the poor girl infront of her, comforting her, making her feel safe, and maybe give her something to drink after this because she was genuinely worried.

"emm.. well.. who's this 'lucky someone' you like?"

[name] giggled ever so softly

"I can't tell you that.. it's so embarrassing.. I haven't told anyone that I have a crush yet, they might make a big deal out of it"

"hmm..? So why'd you tell me?"

"I don't know.. Maybe it's cause you feel safe to be around, you're not that loud so maybe I'm drawn to you more.."

Well, [name] sure knew how to make someone blush. It wasn't like Needle had a crush on her or was in love [well, that's mostly up to you], but hearing compliments about her spew out of her mouth, Needle couldn't help but turn red. She cleared her throat while trying to keep her composure as calm as possible, but on the inside she was screaming. She hasn't gotten such a flattering remark like that before, but she'd be lying if that didn't just boost up her confidence like a firework.

"ah..well, th-thanks.. err.... what about you though? Anyone would be lucky to be with you!"

"I'm.. not so sure.."

Needle bit her bottom lip, not really sure what to do. She wanted to be honest but really wasn't sure if [name] wanted advice in the first place, she basically waltzed to her and found her like this anyways. Though, Needle needed to connect with [name] and that meant that Needle needed to be sincere with her.

"mm... [name]? Can I be honest with you?

Something dropped in [name's] stomach, she thought something dreadful was going to come out of Needle's mouth, but she couldn't simply say no, it would be too awkward. Her mind was interrupted when a hand was removed from her back and her friend's body got more closer. As Needle spoke, [name] listen to every piece of her speech, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

“[name], you’re actually a sweet girl, I’m not sure you should be stressing out over this. Even if you end up with no one, you still have friends to support you, you’re not completely alone. You still have me too..! This person will like you! I’m sure of it!”

[Name] looked at her dead in the eyes, she was about to cry again, not because Needle somehow made her upset but because it’s nice to be reminded that you’re important. Needle got nervous, did I say something wrong?, she felt terrible, Needle thought that she was doing a good job! Thoughts started pooling in her mind, she thought she was going to pee from panic and freight, until she felt a hug embrace her.

“thank you, Needle, t-that means a lot.. thank you..”

Needle stayed motionless for a moment before ultimately wrapping her arms around [name]

“you’re welcome, [name]”

[oedipusted]

Post # 5 by Ted's sister Amy: As I said, I was able to positively recognize our Mom as the "girlfriend" rolling and pumping around on my brother Ted's bed. I was a a combination of shocked, amazed, incredulous, part of me wanted to scream, part of me wanted to laugh. All of me wanted to tell everyone (this type of thing is way to interesting to keep to myself). Imagine, the "wonderful, perfect girlfriend" that my brother Ted is "head over heels, deeply, seriously in love with", the girl that "is definitely without a doubt the only one for him, and the one he desired all along" (" " are all Ted's words spoken over months), has been our Mom, Ted's own mother, all this time. Wow!!!! And hahahahaha wait til this gets out. All rumors instantly get proven true (between this I saw and what Ted accidentally yelled at his ex over the condom vandalism). I asked the ex after this, she told me, I told the ex what I saw. I continued to watch my brother Ted and our Mom "in the act" thru Ted's keyhole (or sometimes Mom's keyhole when they were on Mom's bed). I watched them almost two months as I went about telling everyone I could. I kept asking Ted to introduce me to your girlfriend. She seems so familiar to me, I know I know her somehow (Ted knew I did, but stalled).

In the meantime, as this got around, you can IMAGINE how the conversations went, the questions, and comments, anytime Ted encountered anyone in public. Ted was as scared and nervous and confused as a person possibly could be. You cannot blame Ted, basically he suddenly discovered everybody, and I mean it seems EVERYBODY suddenly knew for sure that my brother Ted's girlfriend and lover was his mother. Ted had no idea how. They had not been caught (so he thought). Our Aunt who lives clear across our state, called one day to talk to Ted. Our Aunt started saying Ted had a hot new girlfriend. Our Aunt kept asking about her, gradually honing in on details that apply to Mom. Ted tried changing subject, but could not. Eventually, Ted kept saying it is not true, he does not have a girlfriend. Our Aunt kept going, getting his girlfriend's parents names correct, where Mom went to school, the fact Mom was a teacher, and was Ted's teacher a few years in school (yes, Ted was "hot for teacher". That is a whole different story). Ted kept saying "I do not have a girlfriend" as he looked like he hoped the floor would swallow him up. Finally my Aunt said "Oh quit lying Ted. You know you have a girlfriend. We know you have a girlfriend, everyone in your home area knows you have a girlfriend." Ted said "I really don't. No way. No way". Our Aunt said "Oh yes you dooooo. Her name is (our mom's first/middle/last names). She is my sister, she is also your mother, and alsoooo your girlfriend"!! Ted knew at that moment, truly everyone knew. Since Aunt was on speaker phone, now Ted knew I knew, and 2 of Ted's friends were visiting him at the time, so Ted knew they know too. I gave Ted 3 weeks to get used to his suburban private life being no longer private. I then told Ted "You might as well introduce me to your girlfriend. I know Mom quite well. I saw you and Mom in action through the keyholes numerous numerous times. I saw numerous times the lady is Mom." I waited til much later to tell Ted I was the one who spread that true rumor around of what I saw.

[zenuloo]

Don’t worry if it’s too confusing of a request ahaaa but could you maybe write about the reader stuck being a messenger of death but only being able to break out of it by the pure want to live for themselves?

this went sort-of down a dark path so here's a warning for that!

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What would you expect from life when you live it for someone else? Unanswered questions are the rein of my very own existence, nothing to compare it to but the shadows of my own thoughts. A chance to live through my own mind doesn’t collaborate with the abilities I own. But why me? Why is it that before any silent scream for help, inevitable fall to hell or a misfortunate ending, it's me that has the opportunity, the responsibility to break their fall. It's a heavy burden on my shoulders, an ache I just can't shake off, but at the most recent times, I find myself wondering all kinds of selfless things. I even pity some of the lives I save, for if I was in their shoes, in their minds; would I really want saving?

Each day, I'd scurry out my door as the clock on my bedroom wall slows to a stop, the small but heavy reminder of my role of existence, a reminder that someone out there - by chance or deliberation - is only heartbeats from a sudden and impending doom. And in the meantime, time for me remains a still canvas of unspoken ultimatum, a mandatory pact I was disinclined  to sign to a nameless being. But still, I’d do what I had to, the threat of my own time wasting away as I played heroics behind a wall of impossibility, in the shadows away from anyone to reach. Attention was never my strongest suit, but credit always seemed an unreachable grasp away, a feat that was painfully tempting in my standing circumstances.

But now, it's been 10 years since the clock ticked at all.

My brain is numb with unknown fear, yet the route of it is an unmerciful mystery, a concoction of lies I tell myself to keep my sanity. Forever I'm encumbered by the absence of time, a deprivation from my own life. There is no night, there is no day, but I find myself to be the only being to not need time to live, only finding it as a luxury I was blessed with before. An emptiness that can only be filled with feeling, remains a void. But as I tilt my head back to scan my eyes along the motionless sky, I let a whisper escape; a small parting of my lips adjusting with every word I breathed. 

‘I just want to live.’

I didn’t believe it at first, I didn't want to, but as I saw the birds gain wind beneath their wings before continuing flight along the horizon, I unfroze myself along with the rest of the world. Realisation nothing but a blur, focusing with every second that a stranger walked by. It was me. It had always been me. The last inevitable soul that I had the burden to save, was my own. The responsibility of fixing lives all led back to one, my own. And as I realised the assemblance of myself, I knew my existence emerged for not only other lives, but for my own too. A foreign feeling of security that I didn't even know I lacked in the first place took hold of me. As for the first time in 10 suffocating years; i smiled.

My home never acted as a pit of destruction till the day I allowed my mind to control my own will. Unwanted fear would devour the work I'd already made, cracking through pages of life, days of unformatted resurrection till it reached the source of my soul as a beginning. But days like this never gave me a chance to follow through, to protect myself from dangers I never imagined coming. So when I heard the clock strike midnight beneath the mist of the pending clock hand, twilight folded into a dream I struggled to remember.

Experiencing the year fall by felt alien, although standard for everyone else. I'd stand there in mesmerisation of the mortality of it all, living my life as its own again. My mother and my father are only standing in my memories, a distant figure before distraught and failure. But I feel a sense of hope that I'd never grasped before; the hope that I can move forward again.

I don't know what it was about my parents' final night that threw me over more, the lack of comfort in goodbye or the guilt of not being present as they crawled to their depths. Though their end somehow led me to my beginning, even if it took me 10 years to follow. 

Dwelling on my past took me time to get used to, so much so that I didn't feel the wisp of wind as it brushed my shoulder, rendering my spine as a chill from the twilight. A man: uniform clad with desperation to belong to an unsuited role. Looking me up and down, reflection of weakness flooding his eyes as he told me to move. He didn't even try to hide it. I despised the open vulnerability he wore like pride beneath his brow, dignity served as nothing but the absence of shame. Yet, somehow he reminded me of myself, and I loathed the thought my mind had created, stepping back. 

‘Hello?’ His eyes searched mine in strife of reading me, as if he were a spotlight in a midnight galaxy.

[grav1d]

I'd like a long, slow burn coming up to the night I roughly, loudly pound a baby into you. Teasing you for weeks about how huge you're going to get, pondering aloud if you'll conceive twins.

Finally, the night arrives. It just so happens that we're out with friends. We go to a local pizzeria and tap room. We trade knowing smiles back and forth all night, everyone around us not knowing that we're trying for a baby tonight. It's been our shared dream to have a huge family, and you gleefully agreed to my demands that you get pregnant for me every year. We had our fill of pizza, and you got a bit tipsy off of local brews. I love it, though, because you get handsy and horny and wet so easily.

Unfortunately, I still had to drive. I would have loved to have my hands all over you, too. When we left the party, you were already trying to grab at my thick cock straining against my jeans.

It was a long way down those winding country roads back to our house. In the meantime, you unzipped me and gave me the best road head I'd ever had. I loved feeling your warm, soft lips and your wet tongue on the thriving head if my shaft. The feeling if your warm, wet drool dripping down my length, feeling you struggle to fit your lips around my girth. Hearing you slurp and gag as you challenged yourself to take it all down your throat.

I almost wanted to pull over right there and either make you let me bust in your mouth, or drag you into the back seats and ream you out on the side of the road.

You whined when you had to pull off of me. I even almost crashed the car into the back wall of the garage I was so eager to get you to the bedroom. Alas, we never made it that far. With my cock still free and your panties left on the floor of the car, I immediately pinned you up against the door joining the kitchen to the garage the moment it closed. You gave a surprised but pleased yelp when I seized you and soun you around.

You obediently bent over just so, knowing your place and what's about to happen. All at once, I plunged my whole throbbing length into you with a wet, slick clap our your ass against my hips. You whales your pleasure into the rest of the dark house as I pulled almost all the way out, before slamming hard into you again. I felt myself bottoming out against your cervix. My fingers swiftly found your swollen clit, and delicately danced sound and rubbed it. My other hand still held fast to your wide hips, guiding you when you threw your big ass back against me.

It didn't take long for my breathing to become ragged, my grunts to get loud and guttural, and for me to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "I'm gonna pound my big, fat babies into you tonight. Take my seed, Gloria. Get big n' pregnant for me. Show me you can be my good little breeding whore." I demand as I yank back on your hair and start pounding you harder and faster. "Take it. Take it! Give me a horde of big, strong sons!" You could do little more than mewl and howl before finally answering me as I'm about to cum in you. "Give it all to me! Make me huge! I want to bursting at the seams! Please, Arthur, baby! Please!" You screamed out an orgasm as I erupted inside you, pushing you hard into the door and pinning you there with my weight as I empty into your womb.

We shakily, sporadically twitch and move against each other as we came down from our high. I held you close in my arms, and you wrapped your arms around mine while I held you up. I kiss and nibble along your ear and your neck, murmuring my deep love and desire for you. Telling you how I could hardly wait to be a father, and I don't want anyone else to be the mother of our children. That you'd be so perfect for it, so sweet and kind and gentle. That you're an awesome wife who's so sexy. Your turn your head and smile brightly, warmly, your hand softly cupping my cheek. Eventually, I pull out and you moan at the emptiness.

"Come, my love. Let's get you pregnant somewhere more comfortable." I suggest, and you happily agree with a giggle and a smile. "Let's. I want to see how many times we can cum before we're too sore to move." There's a gleam in my eye, then. Challenge accepted. Let's make a baby, and have fun doing it.

That's how I'd knock you up.

👀👀👀

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Introspection (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

all of these small things (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It’s Dan’s first day back from his American tour, and Phil can’t believe how much he’s missed him.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

fallow & blossom (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: He’s half-drunk and laughing in the hotel room with these people that he loves and knows that this, this is living.

flicking through the pages (i’ve written in my memory) (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: Dan and Phil return to Manchester for a nostalgia-filled day before heading off on their world tour.

game plan (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: In another universe, Dan posted “the June video” in 2018 as originally planned, right in the middle of the Interactive Introverts tour. But how would he and Phil have handled the gaming channel?

give back (everything the darkness stole) (ao3) - i_am_my_opheliac

Summary: You’re both so glad that you waited, glad that you let the storm have its moment, waited it out in the shelter of your own home, in between safe walls that you erected together.

he kept tulips in the kitchen (ao3) - gremlinhours

Summary: dan doesn’t know if he’ll ever be enough for anyone, but in the meantime, he tends to his garden, unminding of the world.

phil works at his favourite flowershop.

In Starbucks (with you) (ao3) - apoetacriminal

Summary: Things are just beginnig for them, but they’re also coming to an end. An afternoon in Manchester, a coffee shop sofa, and some memories.

invincible (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: the first day after is like a breath of fresh air

Little Black Box (ao3) - hygge

Summary: While packing up their apartment before they move into their new home, Dan finds something hiding in Phil's suitcase that makes him question what he wants out of their relationship.

Other (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Phil’s journey of being gay except it’s completely made up by me

Pathological people pleaser (who only wanted you to see him) (ao3) - ThoughtfulMess

Summary: Over a decade since the infamous vday video. What does Dan feel about it, and their relationship now? It could never be the same, he knows.

Dan’s response, all these years later.

Santa Buddy (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which the boys host joint family Christmas in their forever home

Together Again (ao3) - LivingVicarioslyThroughDaydreams

Summary: This is Dan’s moment, and Phil is more than happy to let him have this time. So when Dan calls every night, gushing with energy and excitement, Phil doesn’t tell him how he wants to be with him, how he misses him so much. He only smiles and laughs along and tells Dan how proud of him he is.

But now Dan is coming home, back to him. He almost feels selfish with how excited he is. Today though, he’ll allow it. Dan has had his time to find himself, but today: today will be just for them. Together again.

(Phil's perspective on missing Dan and being reunited with him)

We balance each other out on the seesaw of life (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil had dragged Dan to Isle of Man after his return home from tour. The sea air would do him good (even if it gave him hobbit hair) and he could be surrounded by Phil's family (who were his family too). He hadn’t actively planned to drag him onto a seesaw on a playground but it turned out to be a precious moment all the same.

(we were in) screaming color (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil thinks he could be jealous. He turns the idea over in his mind, weighing it. He could be more jealous, angry for Dan’s lack of attention.

when you see the sun, i see the moon (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan has a show. Phil goes to an art fair. Life goes on.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Somehow it’s taken Dan until he got to Japan, but here it’s caught up with him, hit him like a freight train. Phil keeps laughing at him, showing him pictures on his phone of Dan’s face softened by it, posture loosened by it.

[maifrenthebesto]

Think outloud and hear yourself, if you don't like what you hear think again.

I had a bit of a strange couple of weeks, lots to talk about, and I'd been waiting in hopes to speak what was in my heart face to face, so my mind took precedent.

In the event that logic is accurate to this point, I am at a state of withdrawal mostly due to my own thoughts, and I'm in the acceptance stage of grief within the episode that I loved to live, it made me feel alive, so I'm thankful for that.

But now that I spoke at length about these insecurities, patterns, and socioeconomic situationships, it's only fair I get to let my heart say what it was waiting to get to say in person now that logic pushed us out of the same system we had an interest in participating in. I just want you to take something positive after today, and because before I can go find a distraction of my own for the meantime, I have to push this thought to the furthest point possible from where we stand.

The first day I saw you I had not eaten in 3 days, not only was I slightly delirious, but completely out of my mind, I remember pretending like I was fishing at the elliptical, throwing my line into the depths of the gym. A bit of roleplay to entertain my unmotivated self, and then I reeled in the line, and you came along.

My first thought was that of "The Fisherman and the Sea", I felt as though I accidentally reeled in a mermaid, an angel, something beyond my comprehension. The sight alone shocked me into action, I didn't even want to finish the workout on the slight chance you'd leave the scene. I didn't think you were focused on me at all, but all the coincidences on my end were screaming of significance. It didn't matter what happened, but not speaking would have made me lose my head in a similar way to this, but it would have been so much mkre darker without your light.

Since then I felt a small affinity growing between the two on every opportunity we had to nurture it, and even after your rejection, you were so kind. Maybe I came across as overly friendly or "special" due to my approach. People don't do that as much anymore, and I rarely go out of my way to speak to anyone, let alone someone as powerful and scarily beautiful as you.

And it got to the point where I collapsed.

I'm girl friendship training til failure, it's the only way to eventually break through somewhere. I sometimes think that being perceptive is an advantage, however it can be a bit self destructive as well when you see things people don't want you to see. And I don't mean public information, rather the underlying patterns of behavior that tie everyone together, it is bad manners to stare at the bonds that bind the individual without their permission.

Here's the funny though.

In retrospect, hopping here with the aim of attaining information is a similar process, which makes this whole thing equivalent. But I don't feel very good about it being equivalent if it makes you or anyone else cry.

Let me put some weight on your side of the scale, it ain't gotta be even from the get go, balance is built between the two people who choose to engage, and part of the fun is figuring out how to balance the scales.

All the prep time makes it so difficult for conventional advancements, AND THAT'S The Ward. Lmfaooo I love this so much I really need someone that gets it, my brain craves stimulation, and the last time I went through a canon event it was because they were luring me in with puzzle pieces and vague information, but enough to light up those specific bulbs.

So when they ask you if I fell in the trap, you say;

"No, he marched into the trap, and broke it."

[laputaindefrenchgirl]

MY GOD, IT'S A LOT.

I should write up a billboard that says, "go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal".

That's the power of being an artist. And gods, I remember everything. The color of the nail polish she was wearing that night. The specific nuance of red my blood was. The way I screamed into some empty road. I remember, so I write. So I paint.

All these feelings coming and leaving out of my ribcage in such a frenzy for small body like mine, it's insanity. Yet, I have never been more sane. More centered. I am plunging into my power with a calm and collected attitude, it feels like finally realizing I have been sitting on a golden throne for all this time.

"This is not personal" really became a thing. Not a sentence you throw in disillusionment instead of facing your own sorrow. It's real. If she hurts me, she's the one hurting herself. I just happened to be there. And no, I don't give in.

I think about all these people I trusted once upon a time, how sometimes it breaks my heart to never speak to them, to never laugh along them, to never ever ever see them smile again. I used to think that I was too much, that nobody could love me truly, for what my destiny was too shiny and oh, so lonely.

This journey is not the one I could have expected, even I can see myself at six years old, stating proudly like the little shit that I was, "I will change the world, one day." I cherish that part of me. She's the one that is the purest, the truest, the most precious of all. So yes, people are what I seek, I can nurture them beyond repairs, to my greatest despair (the rhythm, goddamnit), and yet I need them for what I must seek within. Not to be loved, but maybe, selfishly, a small voice urges me, "if you understand them, they will understand you?", ah, foolish spirit of mine.

To be able to connect with others is what feed my soul to an height which is difficult to measure. I love people, they mostly love me. Even if the most immediate reactions are admiration or jealousy, which I cannot comprehend to be honest. I am idiotic that way. What you feel about me is not mine to judge, but I have my own feelings as well. Protecting my feelings were often lead me as picturing myself as a bitch, but what can I say. Recently, I've been told that I judge myself too harshly. Do I? I don't know. As much as I love any of you, I won't let anyone stabs me for free. There's a sort of toxic romanticizing of love that I can lean on to some extent, which is ultimately, if I love you in a passionate way, I will give you my heart and you can crush it, whatever, because I choose you above anything else. A stupid and intense part of me, agrees. Though that, in the meantime of finding that person of giving myself to, I protect my feelings. I won't shrink myself because you don't know what the fuck you want or simply, you don't know who you are.

I know my sins, and they not require any justifications to anyone but myself. I'm tough. I'm soft. This is why I am that demanding towards myself. It doesn't change the fact that, if I see you hurting with your heart of gold, I will let you know that you deserve the world, you know. It doesn't change that, truly. I'm seeing you. You're beautiful.

"go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal." it's that plain silly. I'm not sure that any of you breaking my heart actually deserve that attention. But this is my way of healing. This is my way of burning bridges. Lately, someone told me that we were over. In my heart of heart, all I felt for her was love. I couldn't wrap my head around that fact. "Have I come that far? Did I become that great?" Because feelings are feelings. They can't lie, I mean I guess they can, but I own the right to be stupid on this one. I feel blessed, I feel grateful. I sound like a lunatic from a cult, I know. But guess what? I'm the cult leader now.

-Audrey

[bleachanimefan1]

Dragon Ball Legends Part 29

A Suicide Mission,

Krillin helped Gohan sit up and Gohan looked at Kami and Mr. Popo, surprised to see that they were freed from their glass prisons. Then he looked at Piccolo. "Mr. Popo? Kami? Piccolo? I thought that you were..." Gohan murmured weakly.

"The black water mist had no effect on me at all." Piccolo spoke. Krillin nodded, smiling.

"Yep. We fooled you. Piccolo was one of the good guys all along. Ocarin told me of his plan after she pretended to bite me. I guess it's true what they say you can't trust anyone anymore." He explained.

"Krillin, you, Ocarin and Piccolo are really good actors. I didn't suspect a thing. You guys were acting, weren't you?" Gohan sneered at Piccolo, who kept his eyes on Garlic, who was still snarling at him on the floor.

"It was the only way for me to able to get closer to Garlic Jr. and release Kami and Popo safely." Piccolo said.

"And thank you for saving me, Piccolo. I am truly grateful." Kami spoke.

"I didn't save you because I wanted to, Kami." Piccolo answered, not looking at him. "The only reason I did it was because you were captured, I can't fight at my full power."

"Yes, of course you did." Kami frowned.

"Kami, get the sacred water and go!" Ocarin quickly told him.

"We'll take care of them!" Krillin shouted as well. 

"Yes!" Kami quickly grabbed the white vial that was sitting on a stand, near the throne.

"Garlic Jr., your plan is going to fail! I'm going to send you back to the dark world that you came from! Are you ready?" Piccolo shouted.

"It's not easy taking over the universe. But its days like this that make it all worthwhile!" Garlic Jr. chuckled, darkly. Ocarin blinked staring at him, warily. Piccolo noticed, wondering what the blue alien meant, as well.

"I don't like this." Piccolo thought to himself.

"Yeah, something's up." Nail told him in his mind. Then Garlic Jr. began to cackle, evilly.

"Don't you fools realize that it's too late to use the sacred water!?"

"What?!" Kami exclaimed. Garlic Jr. smirked.

"It will be dawn long before you can spread the sacred water over the planet and by then it will be too late! By that time every living thing on Earth will have succumbed to the effects of the black water mist. They will all belong to me! So, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to defeat me!" Garlic Jr. laughed. "You are about to witness the birth of a new world of darkness and evil! And I will be the ruler of this beautiful new world!"

Kami growled, clutching the bottle in his hand tightly. 

Underneath the Lookout, on Earth all of the inhabitants were running wild, causing chaos and destruction to everything in their path. Even attacking people who were lucky enough to avoid the mist. In a forest, a little girl quickly ran as several people and dogs chased after her. As she ran, the girl tripped on a tree branch, twisting her ankle. The girl screamed when she saw one of the dogs pounce at her. Suddenly, a bright light fired in between them blinding everyone. The girl felt someone grab her hand, pulling her up.

"We need to go!" She heard a voice shout. She blinked her eyes adjusting them a bit to see what was pulling her and saw an alien, a boy with green skin and pointed ears wearing a yellow vest over purple robes and a purple sash.

"I can't walk." The girl winced holding her ankle. He quickly pulled her onto his back and piggy backed her as they ran while the attackers were still caught off guard by the blast. Seeing that they were no longer being followed, the boy pulled back some branches and walked into a cavern. He sat the girl down and glanced back at the entrance, listening, to see if they weren't followed.

"We'll be safe here in the meantime." He spoke.

"Ow, my ankle hurts." The girl whined, tearing up a little. 

"Here, I can help." The girl's eyes widen when she saw the strange boy make a strange light come out of his hands as he placed them over her ankle. Even more shocked to feel the pain, disappeared. The boy pulled his hands back.

"What sort of magic trick is that?" She asked him.

"It's not magic. I just some of my energy to heal you." He told her. She stared at him confused before shaking her head.

"What's happening to everyone!? My friends and my dad they're all acting strange!" She shouted.

"Quiet. They'll hear you. It's that mist. It's done something to them." He told her.

"What are we going to do?" 

"I know of someone who might be able to help. Her name is Ocarin. Her and her friends are probably figuring out on how to stop this as we speak." He spoke.

"Who are you?" the girl asked him.

"My name is Necke and you?" Necke asked her.

"Ramu." She spoke.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked her, seeing that she was looking at him with a strange look in her eyes.

"Are you related to the Demon king?" Ramu questioned. Necke blinked at her confused and shook his head.

"No. Who is he?" He asked her.

"My father told me stories about him. He had green skin like yours, in fact he looked a lot like you. He tried to take over the world before I was born." She told him.

"Well, I'm not him. You have nothing to worry about." He replied.

"With them all under my control, Earth will become the most feared planet in the universe! Ever few seconds that ticks by brings me closer to realizing my dream!" Garlic Jr. laughed. Piccolo growled, glaring at Garlic Jr. 

"Piccolo?" Ocarin spoke, concerned as well. What are they going to do? They don't have much time left before the mist's effects becomes permant on everyone on Earth!

"We might still have chance!" the genie shouted. Kami turned to him.

"Mr. Popo?"

"There is a way. We can spread the sacred water everywhere quickly." He quickly told Kami.

"Tell me!"

"If you take the sacred water down there. It will take you to the seven air currents of the world." Mr. Popo explained and pointed to a round vent big enough to fit through.

"Are you certain, Mr. Popo?" Kami questioned. He nodded to the guardian.

"Yes, Kami. The air currents flow just below your Lookout. It's the best way for you to spread the sacred water."

"Then let's go!" Ocarin walked over to them.

"I'm going to come as well." She told them. But Mr. Popo held up his hand, stopping her.

"I'm afraid you cannot." He told her. Ocarin stared at him, confused.

"What? Why not?" 

"Only the guardian of Earth is allowed to enter but I'm afraid it's even dangerous for you as well Kami." Mr. Popo told them.

"Why is that?" Kami questioned him.

"It's located where the spirits of the former guardians go for the eternal rest. You must really think about this Kami. There is a risk that your spirit will be trapped there, and you might not come back. You could die!" Mr. Popo insisted, hoping that the guardian would change his mind about the plan.

"I understand." Kami sighed. 

"Kami..." Mr. Popo said, worried.

"If this is the last chance that we have then there's no time to waste. Let's go, Mr. Popo! We must get the sacred water to the people of Earth before it's too late!" Kami insisted.

"Be careful, you two." Ocarin told them. Kami and Mr. Popo nodded.

"Of course."

"You're not going anywhere!" Garlic Jr. shouted. Then two of Garlic's henchmen, now concious, jumped down landing beside him. The two began to fight with Gohan and Krillin while Garlic Jr. began to clash with Piccolo and Ocarin. Piccolo dodged a blast that Garlic fired and punched him back.

"You can do better than that!" 

"Piccolo!" Kami shouted at to him in worry.

"Kami, Mr. Popo, get out of here now!" Ocarin shouted at them. Mr. Popo quickly summonded a magic carpet and the genie and the guardian hopped on it.

"Come on, we must hurry!"

Kami and Mr. Popo quickly flew off while Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin and Ocarin fought against Garlic Jr. and his two henchmen.

"Over here, you twerp!" Piccolo shouted at Garlic. He knocked Garlic back and Ocarin kicked the alien slamming him into the wall and he fell onto the floor. "Give up. You can't win." Gohan and Krillin had managed to finish off Garlic's two henchmen. Garlic Jr. growled baring his fangs at the Piccolo and Ocarin before it turned into a twisted smirk.

"So Piccolo aren't you worried about Kami? I'd be worried if my mind and body was linked to that decrepit old fool. It'd be such a tragedy if something happened to him. You'd certainly would have a tough time surviving without him. And with Kami gone I bet you wouldn't talk so tough." He laughed.

"If I were a coward like you, your words might scare me. But I'm not." Piccolo said. "You want to see what real strength is then I'll show you!"

Piccolo and Ocarin continued to throw kicks and punches at Garlic Jr. throwing him around and Garlic was slammed to the floor. Piccolo and Ocarin landed in front of him, seeing the alien starting to get back up again.

"It's over Garlic Jr." Piccolo said. Then the two saw the alien started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Ocarin demanded.

"I want to show you two something." He pointed upwards and Piccolo and Ocarin both looked up to see a small red star in the sky above them. "My source of power! Behold the Makyo Star! My home. Its warm and glow revives me with incredible strength! And after 12000 years it's been making its way to Earth. You can feel it. Now that the Makyo Star has finally arrived, I will become ten times more powerful than I have ever been before! There's nothing that you can do to stop me from taking this planet for my own!"

"You talk too much." Ocarin spoke before she stopped when she saw Garlic Jr. started to twitch a little. Then his body began to shift, getting larger and bulkier with muscles. Piccolo watched in shock as well. "W-What?"

"He's changing...Krillin, Gohan, Ocarin! Get out of here!" Piccolo shouted. Gohan and Krillin quickly left heading up to the topside of the Lookout. Piccolo saw that Ocarin still haven't moved. "I'm not going to ask again! Get out of here now!'

"Then come on!" Ocarin quickly grabbed his hand and the two quickly flew up while trying to dodge the falling debris above them.

"Watch out!" Piccolo quickly pushed Ocarin out of the way from a falling piece of rubble. The two made it to the top of the Lookout, along with Gohan and Krillin as they crawled out of the pile of debris. Piccolo turned to Ocarin, seeing her hold her head, bleeding a little. "You okay?" 

"Just a little banged up. I'm fine." Ocarin replied. Then the group saw Garlic Jr. standing above them as he had made it out of the pile as well. He smirked malicioiusly down at them.

"Piccolo..." Gohan whispered.

"Go leave this place!" Piccolo shouted at everyone.

"The last time we've fought you got lucky kid. But now you're about to find out how powerful we really are." Garlic Jr. chuckled darkly at Gohan.

"We?" Ocarin questioned. Two of Garlic's henchmen that Gohan and Krillin had finished off were right by the alien's side, completely healed of their injuries and now even more stronger.

Deep underneth of the Lookout, Kami and Mr. Popo quickly flew on the carpet as the genie took them to their destination, stopping at a large door. The two hopped off the carpet.

"This is it Mr. Popo. Let's do it." Kami spoke. Mr. Popo opened the door and they were pushed open and the two slowly walked into the room. It was completely baren and filled with a strange green mist.

"We need to find that vent and spread the mist quickly!" Kami spoke. Just as the guardina took another step a blast of lightening fired directily at him, knocking Kami back.

"Kami!" Mr. Popo cried out, quickly running over to him. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them a few feet away, staring down at Kami.

"I'm not sure what that spirit did, Mr. Popo. But some reason I'm having trouble staying awake." Kami groaned.

"Please, Kami, you have to fight it! If you go to sleep in this place, you'll never wake up!" the genie shouted, shaking Kami. "Kami!" Kami groaned, trying to keep his eyes open but they were getting heavier and heavier.

"Leave him alone!" The restless spirit shouted. "Let him rest. Can't you see how weary he is? You know what it means when a guardian of Earth passes though those gates, Mr. Popo." The genie's eyes widened and he turned back to the spirit in front of them, recognizing the voice.

"T-That voice...Kami, it's your predecessor!" Mr. Popo exclaimed. Kami's eyes widened in shock as well.

"What!?"

The spirit glared at Kami and Mr. Popo as he blocked their path.

[attractive-nuisance-esq]

Hi there, first of all, I want to apologize for trauma-dumping all over your post, but it really struck a chord with me, and it really makes me feel like I’m not as alone as I am. Normally, I’d just thank you and be on my way, but I’ve been sober for about a month now, and I’ve finally realized that I’ll never be able to get help or make friends or start to course correct if I can’t even ask for the things I need, and I just desperately need a friend right now, but I’m just so scared of trying to put myself out there again. The world has never been an easy place for me to navigate, and I have so much grief and rage in me that feels like it is eating me alive. 

I am trying so hard, and I always keep failing and I hate that about myself. I can now acknowledge that my drinking was a coping mechanism and a weapon that I was using to hurt myself. I thought I deserved every fucked up thing in life that has happened to me, I still think that most of the time, I know I’ll never be ‘normal’, but I can’t stop hoping that there’s a place and people for me somewhere..I keep wondering what my life would have been like if I’d been born different, or ‘better’ somehow. I am so sorry, this is all stream-of-consciousness stuff, and I don’t intend to upset you. Your post just struck a chord with me, and I’ve spent the last day basically sobbing because I don’t know how to get this awful poison out of myself. I don’t know how to silence that voice that is always telling me I’ll never be good enough, my life doesn’t hold any value, what the fuck did I think anyway, if my own parents didn’t like me, who would? I don’t know. Thank you for letting me chat at you, and thank you for sharing your story. I just thought it was wonderful and it really hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m trying so hard, and I’m not even sure if it’s too late, but it always feels like I’m screaming into a void and the world would be a better place without me, so thank you for taking a moment to reach out to a stranger. It really means a lot. 

I hope you have a wonderful day, and I am so genuinely sorry if this note makes you uncomfortable in any way.

Babydoll (gn), you don’t need to apologize for taking me up on something I freely offered. If I didn’t have the bandwidth right now to give a little time and a few spoons to someone newly sober, I’d have sent an emoji and moved on. I wrote that post first and foremost for me - almost like a journaling exercise, just to get the feelings out of my head - but I also wrote it for everyone else on here watching Ed and going Through It with him. Maybe someone like you would see it and feel less alone. 🖤 I’m glad we’ve connected through the mental breakdown of a fictional gay pirate; pretty sure that was David Jenkins’ plan all along. 😏

A couple things: I didn’t want to leave you waiting and wondering and worrying about offending me all day, but I am technically “working” right now (I mean. As much as anyone “works” while they’re obsessively refreshing tumblr on new episode days, haha!). I want to give my response to you my full attention and the time it deserves, so I’ll do it properly later tonight or tomorrow at the latest, okay?

The other thing is that I know some of this stuff is really personal and you may not want it floating around as a tumblr post, so if you’d rather chat via DM but felt that was too forward of you, I’m more than happy to move there. But I’m also at a place now where I’m okay with sharing my shit in public, so if for whatever reason you want to keep this conversation going as an ask, that’s completely fine with me, too. Just let me know what makes you most comfortable.

In the meantime, take it one day at a time. And when that doesn’t work, one hour at a time. Sometimes it’s one minute, one second. I hate AA bullshit, but they got that part right. Hang in there until I can whittle you a little wooden shark and hand it over for your safe keeping. 🦈