#in the second scenario you fight back because you know he’s fucking lying

[moodyvoid]

ChildhoodFriend!Touya AU

You’d frequently find Touya tapping away at your bedroom window in the middle of the night. You’d open it, him climbing in as quietly as he could.

You’d take one look at him and see the bandages on his arms and neck, reddened burns peeking out from the cloth.

The moment your eyes fill with concern, Touya stops you, giving a reassuring smile. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t want you to worry.

—

After you meet again, you see the darkened purple burns, the staples, the painfully irritated skin.

The moment your eyes fill with concern, Dabi stops you, his expression cold— almost tired. “I’m fine.”

He still doesn’t want you to worry.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XX)

XX. I want it

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your adventure in DC continues.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, mentions of domestic violence, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, implied intercourse, blueballzzzz (we are not getting any yet, sorry), WARNING, scenario were suicide was commited (implied by situation and walkers), talks about periods, A FIST/KNIFE/AX fight!, hopefully entertaining! someone being shot, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright, the mission is heating up! I’m super pumped with this story that I have been neglecting all my others, AND… I might be writing another part of “The course of Nature” because I got too inspired. ANYWAYS a thing that wasn’t even in my plans is getting more chapters then I even expected! like WHAT? I got so inspired!

“I’m really sorry”, you whispered, as you accommodated your head on Daryl’s chest. You had found refuge in an office building near the smithsonian, you were excited to see the city center tomorrow, but still, you found refuge before sunset. Rosita and Abraham were a couple of offices down, but you could still… hear them. You had eaten the food you had brought from Alexandria, still not finding anything in that category to take back home. But the office building was empty except for a couple of walkers on the first floor.

“You said that”, he said, caressing your shoulders and back softly.

“I meant it”, you whispered. You felt extremely guilty for lying to him

“I said its fine”

“I don’t want to break your trust”, you said

“Ya’ didn’”, he whispered into your temple, “I pushed ya”, he said, “I wanted to keep ya safe, lockin’ you up in there”

“I get why you did it”, you said softly, “but you had been avoiding spending time with me alone”

“I know”, he mumbled

“I thought you were regretting kissing me that day and… I wanted to go away a few days so we could have some perspective on things”

“No need no perspective”, he said with a chuckle, “I wanna be with ya”, you let out a breathy chuckle, relieved.

“Oh good! I wanna be with you too”, you said, squeezing his torso with your arms, and cuddling more into him. 

“I remember all thing ya said to me”, he whispered, “that I deserve to be loved, and cared for, and that I belong with y’all”

“Good”, you said, feeling happy tears, a tingling in your nose. You pressed a kiss against his clothed chest. He placed his fingers on your chin, raising your head so he could kiss you slowly, gently, passionately.

This was going too fast, you believed, you were questioning yourself a lot, but… fuck it, the world has gone to shit, and everytime you said goodbye to someone, might be the last. Daryl wanted to be with you, you wanted to be with him, and that was all that mattered, you only had today, you couldn’t take tomorrow for granted.

You moaned softly into the kiss, as you took your hand behind his head, and caressed his soft locks. 

Was this it?

He grunted into the kiss, grabbing into you tighter, his big hands touching your back, and your sides, not letting them wander to more interesting places. Your hand sneaked through the open buttons of his shirt, finding his skin so warm, it was soft, but it had ridges, scars you’d guess. 

You were so warm yourself, especially in your lower abdomen. Daryl could turn you on with just looking at you, or talking, or just… standing there. It was a bit embarrassing really… 

You wanted him so bad…you unbuttoned the third one of his shirt… to feel more of him. 

“Wait”, he said, and you stopped in a second, you looked at him with curious eyes

“What’s wrong?”, you asked him

“Not ‘ere”, he said softly, caressing your cheek with his hand, “home”, you only smiled and kissed his cheek

“Alright”, you whispered, “sorry, I got carried away”, you admitted, 

“Besides, I think Eugene is watchin”

“That little creep”, you laughed. 

“Sorry”, you heard from behind the door.

“Sleep”, he said, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll watch”

“Promise you’ll wake me to relieve you?”

“Sure”, he said, you were accommodated by his side, allowing him free movement but close enough that you could feel him. You felt a bit of uncomfortable wet panties… but well… you couldn’t do anything right now.

You understood it, he wanted to be home, safe, it was a bit reckless to do it here, like… well… like Abraham and Rosita. Especially if it was going to be the first time of the two of you. It had to be special.

. . .

“We should… send someone”, murmured Rick, watching his clock

“You said 96 hours”, said Michonne, “they still have little less than 72 to go”, she giggled

“I shouldn’t have let them go, and Eugene is missing”, he said, looking at the road from the highpoint in the gates. 

“He is with them for sure”, she said, she looked at Rick with a raised eyebrow, “you really underestimate her”, she asked him, entertained, “you realize she killed two men the second night we ever met her?”

“That was circunstancial”, he said, shaking his head. 

“She lived alone out there for months”, Michonne said, “they will be fine, if anything, Rosita and her will keep Daryl and Abraham safe”, she said with a laugh, grabbing his shoulder, “we have bigger concerns now”, she murmured. Rick frowned.

“I never thought I’d found a huge canyon filled with walkers”, he said

“Maybe they find something good in DC”, muttered Michonne

“What? a nuclear weapon?”, mocked Rick

“Let’s wait for them”, she said, “until we figure out what to do”, she muttered.

. . .

“Wow”, you murmured, it was quite impressive, and surreal, the huge monument to Abraham Lincoln. That severe-looking man sitting there, looking down at you. 

The building had been kept mostly intact, some graffiti here and there, but mostly intact. 

“Let's keep moving”, you said to the team, this was an indulgence, and so far in your trip you haven’t managed to secure any of the five items. 1.Intel, 2.Medicine, 3.Weapons, 4. foods, 5.Clothes and others.

You looked like tourists as you passed by the White House, this did look like it had received some damage, as you started to see remnants of the military all over the park that led from the Lincoln Memorial to the Capitol itself. 

So far the mission has been going well, but… you needed something to show for it. So you were going to the CDC, it was insanely close, at least in the map. 

But you didn’t even to get out of the truck, the place was completely destroyed, it looked like it exploded

“Just like the one in Atlanta”, muttered Daryl, who was not impressed. He expected this to happen. 

He had his doubts about this mission, he came along first and foremost to make sure you were safe. He thought this was a huge waste of time, he knew the probabilities of the CDC being destroyed, and he didn’t understand the importance of ridiculous papers that nothing could do for you right now. But again, something might come out of this trip.

“We went to the CDC in Atlanta”, he said, “ a couple of months after everything went to shit, there was only one guy there”, you stopped the car to listen to him. “he was done, lost comms to everybody else, said they gave up”, he mumbled, “these buildings blow themselves up when something goes wrong”. That made complete sense. 

“Well, we tried”, you said, putting the truck in motion again

So you continued to the next item in your list, a huge shopping mall. You needed to get at least a couple of decent meds to make the trip worth it. Or at least some clothes… or canned goods.

You got the truck all into the parking lot underground. A couple of dozen walkers were roaming around, coming rushing to where you were driving through. Abraham got ready to jump out of the car, instead you stopped him. 

“Hold on tight”, you announced, as you hit the accelerator, coming straight for them, and then you turned quickly, turning the truck around and sweeping a bunch of them. Luckily all your people were inside the truck, and you managed to incapacitate a dozen at least of the walkers. 

“Badass”, muttered Rosita

“Thank you! I love driving!”, you said cheerfully, and now you jumped out of the car to end the rest, and finish off the ones who laid broken on the floor. 

The underground entrance was all closed up with shopping carts, chairs and clothing department stores accessories, for the dead, it was impossible to sort out, but not for you -living people-, you climbed over pretty easily. 

Clearly people had been holding up in here, so you tried to not get your hopes up, as you came across the supermarket. Some walkers grunted towards you, but only three, Daryl took one as you took another and Abraham shot the last one. The shot rang through the store, you heard some other grunts from afar, but nothing mayor.

There were some things missing in the hallways, but the canned aisle still had much to show for it, to your relief.

“Let’s go to the shopping part of the mall”, you commanded, we pass by on the way back to the truck”, you commanded.

You sneaked a peak at them, and they seemed pleased and happy, and you therefore were happy and relieved. Eugene walked a few steps back, looking at everything with doubting eyes.

You were relaxed now, you had food, somewhat assured, you were going to be great, you were going to be great…

You heard more grunts, but as you walked towards the open space of the shopping mall, the one with all the mechanical stairs, you found… what happened to all of those who had been cupped up in here. They had ended themselves by jumping off the higher floor, they were seven of them. 

“Heads up”, you called, with your ax, you started pounding a metal SALE sign. It resounded everywhere, but no grunts or others could be heard near.

“Looks like we are in the clear”, muttered Abraham. 

“Now it's the time to split”, you called, “Rosita, girl’s shopping trip, guys, you know what to do, we meet here in two hours”, you said.

“Yes boss”, you didn’t want to micro-manage, so you let them decide the minor details of their safety concerns, as Rosita smiled at you.

“Let’s start at the top and go down from there”, you said happily. You found the stairs and climbed swiftly to the fifth floor. 

Daryl watched you leave with a frown, and then looked at Abraham and Eugene.

“Let’s start here, meet the girls in the middle”, he said

“Yes Boss”, said Abraham, entertained.

They started on the first floor, going through the different stores, not many useful things, Abraham took the time to end the walks that were smashed on the floor, and Daryl thanked him, he couldn’t stand the grunting sometimes. 

They entered a clothing store, mostly fashionable things that couldn’t be too useful, but they grabbed some shirts.

Eugene begged them to stop by an electronic store, so they mounted guard as he went inside, mumbling something about radios and signals.

Just across the hall, stood a jewelry store, one of the fancy ones.  Abraham walked towards it, and Daryl, thinking he was onto something, followed him.

“Ever thinkin’ about settling down?”, Abraham asked him. Looking at the rings trough the shopwindow, Daryl just looked back at him, a month ago, he would have said, fuck no, that nothing is settled, and it kept being true, everytime they thought they were doing alright something else happened… but, against all odds, he immediately thought of you

“Yeah”, he said with a soft smile. Abraham smiled at the archer

“As you should!”, he said, pointing with a finger. “That one’s a firecracker, why don’t you make an honest woman out of her, uh?”

“Is not good timin”, he whispered against the glass. It was insane, he knew you since so little ago, and yet, you had lived together so many things… you had connected in a way that was insanely different from anything he had felt before…

“I don’t know if you noticed son, but the whole damn world came crashing down on our goddam asses, when the hell is going to be a good time?”, he asked, “we make it”, he said, he broke the glass in front of him, where the most luxurious rings were. “I’m taking one for my missus”, he said gingerly. 

“IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?”, you asked, pointing, Rosita followed your sight and smiled

“YES IT IS!”, A completely untouched underwear store.

“The girls are gonna love us”, you said with a big smile.

“The boys too”, she teased, as you cracked the window and managed to open the door. 

You grabbed everything made of cotton or seamless, as it was the most comfortable, in all sizes so anybody could take them 

“You should grab a special one for Daryl, if you know what I mean”, muttered Rosita with a wink

“I don’t think he is into this sort of thing”, you said, looking at the most… intricate pieces. “You should grab some for Abraham”, you teased back

“I already did”, she mocked back. You kept looking through the store, you took some bras too, you had spent some really uncomfortable weeks out there, especially when the wire in your bra tried to stab you in the heart, you couldn’t even trust your underwear… 

“I feel like shit for even looking at this stuff”, Rosita murmured, the store also sold perfumes and creams and other objects of more of an… intimate nature, “we should be scouting for medicine or food”, she said, and you were not gonna lie, that was on your mind too.

“I’m done feeling guilty for enjoying the little things”, you said with a soft smile. “we should enjoy them while we can”, you took some candles, a body lotion for massages, and a perfume. “After all the rot, we deserve something nice”, you said. “at least, that smells nice”, you said, and she nodded grabbing some things for her too, those were going into your personal bag.

Alongside a set you liked…

Then, right across, there was a pharmacy

“See? back on track!”, you said. You raided the shit out of it. As you had grabbed a cute looking bag from the intimate store, and you filled it to the brim with medicine. 

You grabbed hygiene products for the ladies. 

“Grab those”, said Rosita, pointing at some tampons. 

“Haven’t gotten mine since like a year”, you mumbled. referring to your monthly bloods

“Me just last week, but before that, months”, she muttered. “Well, nutrition and…well… stress has a BIG role”. she said, and you just nodded, grabbing some alcohol 

You grabbed some condoms too, just in case. And you grabbed everything you could get your hands on, but you were being smart, you grabbed antibiotics, antiallergics, and all the generals.

This was a gold mine, it was so strange to find things that haven’t been raided, and you were so relieved, because your mission was becoming a success. But you didn’t want to claim victory yet.

The situation was getting heavy, so you started packing everything.

First mistake in your mission, you should have gotten another vehicle before getting all the goods. With Eugene in on it you hardly believed you could fit half of it, you will need to hijack something soon.

You kept searching through the upper levels of the mall, scavenging, in the sports store you got some good comfortable first layers of clothes. And then, in a corner of the third floor, you found a little gold mine

“Oh!”, you pointed at Rosita, a Japanese Store, which sells all types of candy and… instant ramen, “those could go a long way on runs!”, you said quickly, she nodded, they tools pace, but they were very light, so it was worth a shot.

“I’ll go check the store in front for some thick jackets”, she said with a soft smile, and you nodded, if you could find a box, you were golden.

You entered the store and you couldn’t believe it, they had your favorite flavor! roasted pork. You found a  box in the back and started grabbing ramens with both hands full. Your favorite flavor, because it was rare and you were the scavenger so…

Scavenger’s choosing

You had already filled a box with them, taking them out of the shelf, when you saw movement in the corner of your eye. You turned quickly, hand in your holster. 

As you did a 180 degree turn, you came face to face with a huge silhouette, a mask was hiding the identity of what you could assume was a guy. SO close, you wondered how the fuck he manage to sneak up so close to you without noticing

“Hey!”, you managed to say, you grabbed your gun in a quick movement, dropping the ramen in your other hand. It was a mere second, he moved so quickly, it was extremely odd for someone of his size. He kicked your gun out of your hand. and then he turned and slapped you across the face. 

You were barely processing what was going on, you were going to grab your ax then, but he put his closed fist in front of his mouth and blew. A red dust came flying into your face. And you immediately started coughing 

“Sriracha!?”, you screamed, as your eyes started burning, “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”, your eyes burned like hell, preventing you from seeing how he grabbed you, and threw you against piles of boxes. You let out a short scream as you felt how bland food inside those packages turned to mush under your weight. Oh now you were angry. 

The man was running towards the door of the store, in your anger, you threw yourself at him, grabbing him by what looked like a military jacket, you couldn’t quite see yet. You grabbed on what you could, like a freaking koala, as you started throwing hands in the hallway, not letting him get away. 

“HEY!”, you heard Rosita scream. She ran towards you like a spitfire, she dropped to the floor in a second, sweeping him off of his feet, making drop to the floor and you with him. You managed to hold onto him to subdue him. Rosita threw herself at him, but he kicked her far, making her slide over the slippery tile floor. He grabbed you from your jacket, dropped you to the floor as easy as you were some rag doll, and then let his fist drop to your sternum, stealing all of your air.

“Motherfucker!”, you cursed.

“Come at me!”, Rosita called, and you both witnessed how this dude ninja jumped himself from the floor in a single movement, making you drop your mouth to the floor. 

Rosita squared out to him, inviting him to a fist fight, you managed to regain your breath, standing from the floor behind him.

You grabbed your ax, Rosita grabbed a knife, and this guy grabbed fuckin nunchuks that were hanging from his belt

“What the fuck?”, you whispered to yourself. You triangled with him, he was with his back to the glass railing that led to the emptiness five floor down

You wanted to communicate with Rosita, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him for a second, this guy was like ninja.

Rosita attacked him first, she was a fine wielder of the hunting knife, but this guy was again, a freakin’ ninja! He managed to perform some sort of a Chuck Norris’ roundhouse kick, making Rosita lose the knife as quickly as she wielded it. Then, he pushed her so hard she broke an entire shop window of a crystal shop

You threw your ax at him, but he quickly evaded it, it flew through the air, and dropped five stories down. Why would you do that? Well, you didn’t think you were gonna miss…

He was looking at you, you were looking at him, both standing still. But you had one more weapon on you. You grabbed the knife. You were no expert in hand to hand combat, but you threw yourself at him nonetheless…

You tried to stab him, grabbing the knife like a stabber in a slasher movie, playing with it, as he blocked you one hand, you dropped the knife to grab it with your other, you almost caught him, but he was so quick, like a freaking cat. 

Let’s just say, he kicked your ass. 

You didn’t even want to see the bruises that were going to be left on your skin after he hit you with the nunchucks. You just felt yourself losing your footing, falling against the window railing that cracked under the pressure. An immense feeling of dread/vertigo filled you when you realized. He grabbed you by the neck, making your back bend in an incredible angle, your head on the very cliff. He wasn’t choking you, he just wanted to push you, his masked face over you. You tried to grab his neck back, but he was wearing a field military uniform, and a thick mask, you could squeeze him, and you could remove his mask either. It wasn’t even a costume or anything, it was like a black ops thing, something you’d see in a war video game.

You heard your name being called from below, you tried to see the guys down there, but you got incredibly light headed 

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!”, Rosita commanded, and you did.

Then Rosita appeared behind him, breaking a freaking crystal base on his head. you felt the pieces dropping on your face and falling over. He released you, stumbling backwards. Rosita grabbed your jacket and pulled you towards her in a single movement, saving you from the cliff. 

Now that this person was stumbling a bit stunned by the hit. You and Rosita threw yourself at him, full on sprinting, you pushed him, the three of you falling into the crystal shop. Glass breaking everywhere, a noise that could draw walkers from ten blocks away. the three of you stood up in the middle of the chaos, this was personal, this guy tried to throw you over a railing.

You grabbed the next big thing that you could, it was a glass sculpture of a cat, Michonne would have loved it, and you threw it at him with all your might. 

He evaded it, turning towards you, grabbing you and throwing against a 4-shelf rack filled with crystal knick knacks. 

You were amazed nobody was bleeding, as you destroyed every single thing in that store, throwing punches against the stranger. IT WAS HIS TURN TO END UP UNDER A SHELF, as you grabbed one that was behind him as he fought with Rosita and you threw it over him 

“Where’s your gun!?”, she asked, as you could catch your breaths for a second as he tried to pull himself from under the wooden shelf.

“Somewhere in the ramen store”, you whined, you were hurting all over, but nothing was broken or bleeding, so you guessed you were fine.  

You placed yourself on Rosita’s side, and both raised your fists, preparing for like… the fifth assault, as he still fought against the shelf. This man broke through the shelf like it was made of paper, and threw himself at you in a desperate attempt. He pushed you both through the showindow, falling into the hallway again. This time, the wind had been knocked out of you both, you stood up whoever you could, helping each other. But he had other plans…

He pushed past you, grabbed the box filled with roasted pork ribs ramen, and ran away so quickly that for a fraction of a second you believed you had hallucinated the whole thing. 

“Pendejo!”, cursed Rosita, helping you up

“What’s that guy’s problem?”, you asked, wiping the pieces of glass off your clothes. 

Abraham and Daryl appeared in the hallway, running

“Ya alright?”, asked Daryl, appearing with his crossbow up, checking the both of you, “who the hell was that!?”, he dropped his weapon, and he grabbed your chin softly, to watch your face, making you look at him, “Are ya alright?”, he whispered

“He kicked our asses”, you whined, now feeling the bruises you were NOT going to look at. 

“We got some good licks in him”, said Rosita, smiling widely. You fistbump her. Now that you both had survived it, you could actually laugh about it. This wack job just wanted some ramen

“The ninja left the building”, said Eugene, appearing through the emergency stairs, he looked positively traumatized. 

“Your ax almost took his head off”, said Daryl with a concerned whisper.

And it was true! It took everything you had to retrieve your ax from where it had landed, nailing itself deep on the tile and the cement underneath. This was some good ass ax. 

You grabbed everything you had scavenged and gathered everything on the first floor. You had so many things now you didn't know what to do with them, especially when you got to a store that sold a lot of denim. 

You scavenged all the stores in that damn mall, that you spent the night, -a very comfortable night- in the bed and mattress section in a huge departmental store. 

You searched for some privacy, you tapped and shaked everything in you, and still small pieces of glass kept dropping from your person. 

When you moved, you could feel them, bruises on your sides, your ribs, he got some hits in your arms… you were “lucky” it had been so close to him, he didn’t manage to get some really good punches in, not enough space to gain traction for the hits. 

You grabbed some ointment from the pharmacy, placing yourself in front of a mirror.

You could barely raise your right arm, now the adrenaline had passed. Daryl appeared through the mirror, behind you

“Let me help you”, he said softly. you nodded. You didn’t had the energy to concern yourself with small things, you just stripped from your jacket and your shirt, leaving yourself only in a sports bra.

He hissed when he saw them, you did too. 

“Bastard got you good”, he whispered, you hissed when the cool ointment couched the skin of your side, but he was gentle and kind, an amazing feat with those big hands of his. “are you sure ya alright?”, he whispered. You barely nodded

“Yes, we got off easy, that dude was like a freakin’ ninja”, you whined. 

“Dude attacked you both for some ramen?”, he asked, almost chuckling

“I can relate”, you said with a chuckle, “after all I fought him off for those, they are really good”, you laughed, he chuckled. being done with applying the soothing cream, he dropped a kiss to your naked shoulder, you turned around to meet him. looking at his beautiful eyes. “Thank you”

“You’r surreal”, he whispered with a soft smile. You felt your cheek heated, your vision got a bit blurry with happy tears and you laughed nervously

“I’m very real Daryl Dixon”, you said, a bit embarrassed. He kissed you softly, considering you had just gotten the beatin’ of your life. 

You slept cuddled in the bed next to the rest of the group, so no funny business, but it was sweet, as you felt him next to you, as he couldn’t touch you much due to your bruises. 

And in the morning, you hit the hardware store. 

“Is that transparent tarp?”, you asked Abraham, he looked at it, checking it

“Yep, thick and uncut”, he said, winking at you. You chuckled.

“I want it”, you said, “I saw Reg’s plans for a greenhouse, and that’s how we do it”. You should have made a list, because you were grabbing things randomly. 

“Yes ma’am”, he said.

“Found a siphon, to get gas out of cars!”, said Rosita from two aisled over

“We’ll take it!”, Daryla actually found arrows for his crossbow. 

“How are we going to take all these things?”, asked Rosita, as you had gathered a good pile of things you needed. 

“Good question”, you mumbled

“I can go out there”, mumbled Daryl, “get a car”

“Not alone”, you said quickly, looking at him, he nodded. “we gather all the things, go for a vehicle outside later”

And that’s what you did. 

It was already midday on the third day. Being inside the mall made you forget about the outside for a while, but the sun was shining and you felt optimistic. You were not concerned for the military ninja, you were five, or at least, four fighting bodes and he was one, so you decided to just let him go, it was better if you never saw him again

That ramen-stealing bastard. 

You stepped onto the streets, they were still pretty clear but with a bunch of trash in it, weird, as it was the only one, the others were pretty cleared….

You were near Constitution street, one of the most popular ones… the centric one…

“We need to get a big ass vehicle”, said Abraham, as he stepped into the street.

it all happened in a second, in one he was there and in the next, he was on the floor, being dragged by a cable. You all jumped like springs into action, Rosita and you tried to grab his arms, as he was being dragged through the streets.

The sound of a whirring, a mechanical pulley or something was pulling him, it was a trap.

The thing stopped on the other side of the street, and it was tangled good around his ankle

“Abraham!”, called Rosita, he was moving rapidly.

“IT'S A TRAP!”, he screamed, enraged from the floor.

Daryl grabbed your ax you passed him and snapped the metal cable

“TAKE COVER!”, you commanded, and Daryl and Rosita helped Abraham jump towards the closest building, away from enemy eyes.

Immediately they lowered in the lobby of an office building, to check his injury

“It’s fine”, he grunted

“Stay alert!”, you commanded, grabbing your gun, “we need that rifle Rosita”, she pointed and through the scope. 

Eugene checked the wound as Daryl helped him get out of the metallic tangle on his ankle.

“I’m fine!”, he said, freeing himself, his ankle was fine, not broken, it didn’t even break his skin.

“I don’t see anyone”, said Rosita, still pointing and checking the building in the other side of the street

“Could be an ol’ trap”, muttered Daryl. You took a long breath. From one moment to the next, everybody was looking at you.

“Are you alright to keep moving?”, you asked Abraham

“Yes Ma’am”, he said quickly

“Alright, we need to find and hijack a vehicle, a big vehicle, we move through the lobbies of the buildings, away from the open until we see one”, you said assertively 

And that’s what you did

With a trembling Eugene you almost ran down the street, from lobby to lobby, trying to gain more terrain as you progressed, but again, there were no more signs of anybody, no walkers, no snipers, no military ninjas, no anything.

You all stopped in a building in front of a huge esplanade, where more rests of the military stood, and there, sitting gingerly, a huge jeep

“I want it”, you said, the four of them looked at you, and you pointed right ahead, at the military vehicle. 

Was it a Hummer? It looked like a special edition Hummer, but bigger.

“That thing consumes more gas than…”, started Abraham. 

“And I want that too”, you said, pointing at a huge wagon, with tall railings made of thin metal tubes, it could be able to transport things, animals, or even people who misbehaves, stood in the other side of the esplanade, “We are going to fill it up with all the things we are going to bring home, and then carry it with that thing”

“That would be a High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle”, muttered Eugene, “or HUMVEE for short”

“I don’t care what it's called, it's cool, and I want it”, you said with a wide smile. 

“Yes ma’am”, said Abraham with a smile on his face, adjusting his gun ready to shoot at whatever might come at you.

“We go first, you cover our asses”, you muttered to Rosita and Daryl, you looked at Abraham, who just nodded at you

You both walked together towards the vehicle, you must have looked badass.

“This vehicle can work anywhere, anyhow, the wheels don’t get flat, and they can work with different fuels, this vehicle will work like a charm for us, especially if we connect the wagon”, he said excitedly as you were, and you felt weirdly validated.

“Great, that is what we need”, you said happily

He wasted no time in opening the front, where the engine was, to check it

“Light it up!”, said Abraham as you discovered the vehicle was indeed open. You sat behind the wheel and started it. It ran like a charm, almost too good to be true, the tank was a bit empty, but you could siphon out of any cars around, really. You had enough to get somewhere. At least back to the shopping mall

Once it was running, Daryl, Rosita and Eugene came, all with weapons in the air. You looked around, you were surrounded by two big buildings, one right next to you, and the other on the other side of the esplanade.

A battle had been fought here, there were bodies… or rather… skeletons in some places, rests of bullets, a small fight… and on the other side of the long esplanade, that must have been a plaza or some sorts, was another big vehicle that you recognized immediately due to the shape of the back

“IS THAT A WATER TANKER?”, you asked excitedly, looking at the big truck ahead 

“Let me guess…”, mumbled Daryl

“I WANT IT!”, you all said in unison. You had a big smile

“With it, we can have water wherever, or gas, or anything!”, you said excitedly, “we NEED it”, you said with a smile. “We could fill wells! we could take water to whomever needs it! we could…!”

“We get the picture”, said Rosita with a wide smile.

“This is like Christmas”, you said excitedly. 

“I’ll attach the HUMVEE to the wagon”, said Abraham

“I’ll help him”, said Eugene.

“I’ll go check it out”, said Rosita

“We’ll cover”, you assured her, looking at Daryl. 

It was open, just like the HUMVEE, inside there was a corpse, blood splattered over the copilot’s window. Daryl took it out as Rosita opened the front to check the engine.

“You know how to drive this thing?”, Daryl asked. 

“I can drive tractors, once a friend taught me how to drive a truck, but I forgot a bit”, you mumbled, “but how hard can it be, right?”, you asked joyfully, “I’ll check it around”, you said, there was a metal stair welded to the side, so you climbed to the top, to check if there were holes in it, or if it was clean at least. 

It was clean. You looked around and you couldn't believe it, this city was almost untouched, maybe a couple of herds formed and left the city, but this was great, you could come back…

“Looks like if we can hijack it, we can take it!”, said Rosita, “looks good!”

“That’s great!”, you said with a wide smile. This was actually great. You could breathe more easily, this was going great, you were going to be set for months! the whole of Alexandria, you were pulling your weight! you were…!

A shot rang through the air at the same time you felt a lightning bolt hitting your shoulder from side to side. You actually felt like your arm had detached, or rather, had been ripped from your body. 

You heard your name being called but your body, your mind, had been gripped tightly by adrenaline, as you didn’t even feel when you landed on the street below. The impact throwing you out of the top of the truck

You had been shot

ACN: I think this must have been one of my favorite chapters to write! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writting it! jeje

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what I love most about your 666 vox is that even though he and alastor make an olympic sport out of bending the boundaries of "safe and sane" sex, he seems to VERY firmly believe in the "consensual" part... him letting go of alastor the SECOND he uses his safe word, holding himself back when alastor can't handle touch during his rut, all that stuff. so what would his reaction be if the events of bus stop happened in the same verse and he learned about what valentino did? I know you mentioned it in another ask before but it's been rotating in my mind for days lol - ✨

Alright, y'all get the long and serious answer for this one! >:) Buckle up, buttercups! And thank you SO much for your kind words! <3

I genuinely think that Vox is a fairly shitty person who does not typically particularly care about the violation of consent. He is so free not just with lying, selling spyware, and enabling enabling Valentino, but also with dominating people's will with his hypnosis in his introduction. I think that, if anything, he gets a power trip out of it and he sees what Valentino does, generally, as an extension of that! They're the Vees! They're powerful, they're winning, they have Pentagram City wrapped around their fingers!

However, in 666, his view of Alastor and the fact that Alastor lets him do things is obsessive and borderline worshipful, in, like, a fucked up sadomasochistic way! 666 is written from Alastor's POV so you get to see a lot of his own emotional progression with regard to how he views Vox, but on Vox's end, he's also seeing Alastor differently. He would not be able to genuinely think that he's fallen in love with Alastor if he wasn't able to get past being worshipfully infatuated with him first. He's still obsessive, but especially after O.T.O Special 6.66, Now Streaming: The Birds and the Bees, Natural Wonders! (aka. the rut fic, I know, my fucking titles—) where Alastor starts offering Vox more genuine vulnerability without the looming threat of his shadow, he sees Alastor as more of an actual person rather than a celebrity figure to fight or fuck or both.

Which means that, before Vox made that transition, he would probably be pissed that Valentino ruined his chances to get up to more shit with Alastor. He is very careful with regards to Alastor's consent in the first two installations of 666 because he's extremely aware of how easily Alastor could withdraw it, and how little Vox could do about that. He's not willing to lose Alastor after the taste he's finally had! He's practically manic about finally getting what he wants!

After he's developed more genuine feelings for Alastor (and Alastor has moved solidly into being one of the relatively few people that Vox registers as not just being an NPC or untouchable raid boss in his life), he would be... absolutely fucking mortified, I think. The empathy would fucking suck! That's why he prefers not to have it for most people!

But the thing is, he also loves Val. He has history with Val. And he knows what Val is like. I think he would be less actually, genuinely, overtly angry at Valentino in this scenario than he would have been if he'd just seen Val as ruining his big break with Alastor. He'd make a show of it, sure, but how the hell can he really blame Valentino when he genuinely wouldn't have given (has never given) half of a shit if it had actually been Angel Dust?

And he also knows what Alastor is like. I think his decision would be forced by the fact that despite what happened, Alastor is alive and Valentino is very much about to not be. In a triage situation, one of those people is by default a higher priority.

Alastor, of course, would never forgive that. He would also never forgive the fact that Vox knows what happened—and knows it in a universe where Alastor had dared allow Vox liberties and slowly, eventually, trusted him not to abuse them.

Like I said! It would absolutely nuke the relationship, and I think Alastor would put a great deal of effort into turning all of V Tower and its inhabitants, likely especially Vox, even moreso than Valentino, into so much rubble and a wet smear on the ground.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I WOULD KILL FOR BIRDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT MAMA LARK AND PAPA TIM AND BUBA BRIAN AND LITTLE BIRDIE TO JUST BE THE BEST HAPPY FAMILY IN THE WORLD GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mon I hope you know this will forever be in my brain, all my thoughts, are going to be consumed by them.

Do you think inthe everyone lives au they'd want more kids or are they completely happy with their little surprise miracle? And in that vain, do you think Tim would yeet his uterus/ get his tubes tide after Birdie is born or like, again, maybe perhaps... holding out for the possibility of another....

(Don't mind me, I'm just a fiend with baby fever and the love of projecting onto my favorite guys)

~💜

Oh dude even in the 'canon' of Sorry, It's Locked Tim does end up with another kid.

The second kid is more planned than Birdie but still not entirely planned (as in, he and Brian have been talking about it and have been a bit less careful about using protection, but it still happens a lot sooner than they expected it to lol). They name this kid Jesse and it's a little boy, so Birdie gets a little brother.

In the 'everyone lives' AU I think I'd keep this. Around the time when Birdie is sorta 12-13 ish, after Brian comes back into their lives and eventually starts dating Lark and Tim, he and Tim have a kid as well, and again, that kid is Jesse.

Also Jesse is like, obsessed with his big sister when he's a baby. Like, he only wants to be held by her, he stares at her constantly, y'know? He just really loves his big sister.

OH YEAH WAIT I FORGOT TO TELL YOU SOME STUFF ABOUT BIRDIE IN THE LAST ONE.

Birdie is a bug autistic, she fucking loves insects of all kinds. Every type of insect, there isn't a single one she dislikes. However, Tim really doesn't like bugs much (blame that on waking up in the forest, lying on the floor covered in insects and insect bites) but he tries for Birdie. Like, she wants to raise caterpillars? Sure, they can do that... Except that Birdie releases the butterflies in his room one day and he almost has a panic attack so now he's gotta explain to 3-4 year old Birdie that she really "really can't do that because papa is very scared of bugs, even the pretty ones". Birdie gets it and is allowed to raise caterpillars again, but she does ask if that means she can't dress up as insects for Halloween anymore, if Tim is even scared of the pretty ones.

Obviously, Tim says she is the prettiest bug and only bug he likes. She is very happy and proceeds to dress as a shield bug for the next Halloween. Tim is just very confused by her choice 💀

Confused but supportive dad lol

I think I also forgot to mention some of how Birdie is in 'canon' S,IL while it's just her and Tim. Because even though Tim hides MH from her, he can't really hide the PTSD kinda stuff it left him with. He can't hide the nightmares that wake him up, he can't hide how scared he is when he forgets things, stuff like that. He and Birdie have this kinda routine where if he wakes her up with his nightmare she goes and sleeps in his bed with him. So she'll wake up because he's yelled or something in his dream and she'll go into his room (wake him up if he isn't already awake) and they'll cuddle until they both fall back asleep.

A lot of Tim's nightmares pot MH are about losing people, they're about losing Jay and about losing Brian, they're about killing Alex and lying to Jessica about what really happened and then never seeing her again, stuff like that. But they're also about losing Birdie. They're about sort of "what if" scenarios where he lost her before he even knew he was pregnant, where the fight with Alex at the end caused him to miscarry. They're about losing her to some horrible accident now that he actually has her to look after. They're about the Operator coming back and hurting her. They're about the Operator coming back and Tim doing to Birdie what his mum did to him, sending her away to a mental hospital and rarely coming to visit.

The ones about Birdie are the worst for him, the others he kinda knows how to deal with, he dealt with them during MH and also, they did happen. He did lose those people. In a way that makes it less scary, because it's just reliving the events in a way and he can kinda handle that. But the dreams about losing Birdie? They fuck him up. Some days even sending her off to school after a really bad nightmare about losing her feels like too much and can send him into panic attacks all day.

On days like that he and Birdie have an agreement with the school that Birdie can phone home at break and lunch, and if Tim really needs to he can phone and ask for her outside of break and lunch. He tries not to need that one, he doesn't wanna drag her out of class in front of everyone, he doesn't want the other kids to make fun of her for it, because kids can be mean like that. Birdie doesn't really care what the other kids think. She doesn't even realise that getting called out of class like that could be something to be embarrassed by. All she cares about is "my papa is sad and scared and I can make him feel better by talking to him about bugs" because on those phonecalls she literally just talks about bugs she's seen that day and Tim's just happy to listen and remember that she's alive and safe and strangely obsessed with bugs.

ALSO kinda on the same lines as this, even tho Birdie loves Brian as a teacher, she's kinda suspicious of him when he and Tim get together. Like, not massively, but the first time Brian sees Tim have a nightmare when he stays the night, he ends up getting kicked out of Tim's room by Birdie because she doesn't trust him to know how to help. She kinda gets one of those little kid power trips about being the only one who knows how to look after her papa when he has a nightmare, like, she feels all special because just being there or talking to him makes him feel better, y'know lol?

She gets all high and mighty with Brian and he tries to focus on how funny he finds it rather than panicking about whether Tim is okay.

When Birdie doesn't come out of Tim's room again Brian cracks the door to look in and absolutely melts because Birdie and Tim are sound asleep all cuddled up together. Brian sleeps on the sofa that night and ends up all manners of fucked up because it is NOT a comfy sofa to sleep on and his back is already fucked 💀

Many many spasms were had all the next day. That poor man was not having a good time. Birdie feels sorry for him and tells him that next time he can go and sleep in her bed instead.

He appreciates the offer 💀

It doesn't take much convincing from Tim for Birdie to let Brian stay after the first few times he has a nightmare while Brian is staying over, rather than her causing a whole palava kicking Brian out (cos that's not as simple as just, Brian gets up and walks out of the room, he has to transfer into his wheelchair and make sure he grabs his morning meds in case Birdie won't let him back into the room in the morning when he needs them, and make sure he brings his service dog with him cos she sleeps on the bed with him and Tim, y'know? A little less simple than "get up and walk out". Also his neck is also kinda fucked up from the fall so he has a specific pillow that he always uses, which if he doesn't he always finds his neck all kinda of fucked up in the morning, so he's gotta grab that too lol)

Anyway, eventually Brian just becomes part of their whole nightmare routine and Birdie realises that teaming up with him to look after Tim works way better than doing it on her own. So she and Brian cuddle Tim from both sides and he gets extra reminded that they're both still there. Also Brian's service dog is probably trained to help with PTSD, cos no way Brian isn't also a little fucked in the head after MH, so she can task and do deep pressure for Tim. She's a bit confused at first cos usually she does it for Brian, but she gets it very quickly. Birdie is delighted that a dog can be taught to cuddle on command.

Oh shit you asked about tubes tied and stuff as well lmao. Sorry I got so distracted.

I think after they have Jesse, Tim gets a hysterectomy and all that. He doesn't wanna go through pregnancy and birth a third time, so they get that done so he doesn't have to worry about it. He jokes that if Brian or Lark wants another kid they'll have to figure out which one of them is gonna carry it.

He'd be happy to have another kid, all three of them have pretty good jobs now (Lark's the big moneymaker for the family with Tim close behind, Brian's still a teacher because he adores kids) so they could support a third kid financially, but if they want another kid, they're gonna have to adopt or go through a surrogacy thing rather than Tim carrying it like with Birdie and Jesse.

Oh yeah also the kids names:

Birdie is "Birdie Amelia Wright"

Jesse is "Jesse Alexander Thomas"

Yes, I know it's dumb but I love it. Jesse for Jessica. Alexander for Alex. Amelia for Amy. Tim names his kids so that people who were lost to MH are still kept alive in a little way (yeah yeah Jessica is still alive, but Tim has no way of getting in touch with her so nyeh). In the 'everyone lives' AU that kinda doesn't work as well so Jesse's middle name would probably be different in that, cos Alex is still alive lol. But yeah.

@pianofirepirate helped me come up with the Kids full names :]

I've ranted to them about this shit so much recently lol.

SPEAKING OF RANTING TO THEM here's another thing we came up with:

In the 'canon' of S,IL Birdie does eventually find out about MH. Probably about when she's 15-17 I think? One of her friends tells her about it, like, mentions that her dad's look like two of the guys from this old YouTube horror series and shows her a couple things that people managed to save before Tim deleted the MH channel and all that, cos even in universe I like to think MH got relatively popular, with people thinking it was a fictional horror series. It starts a WHOLE conversation at home with Tim and Brian where they have to explain that yeah all that stuff happened to them, no they really don't remember a lot of it (especially Brian), yes people think it's fictional but it's not, etc etc etc.

Tim and Brian are upset that some 'random' kid at school showed MH to Birdie, but over all it's not a world ending thing. What it does do though, is open the floodgates on jokes about stuff that happened in MH. E.g. "can't believe you pushed me off a building" jokes. Brian uses that one so often and Tim just sighs dramatically and comes back with "First of all, you fell! And also YOU'D BEEN STEALING MY MEDS FOR YEARS AND I DIDNT KNOW WHO YOU WERE BEHIND THAT STUPID MASK!" And Birdie just sits back and watches in glee. She finds it hilarious.

Though the first time Brian accused Tim of pushing him she did go "you pushed him off a building!?!?" Like, completely taken aback and they had to explain the whole thing to her and they probably showed her the video so she could see what actually happened.

Honestly I think that maybe once Birdie is like, 18 they end up putting all the videos back up. Maybe they only privated them rather than deleting them idk. But yeah I think after a while they'd just silently put the videos back up and all the lost media people rejoiced, and there's just the unspoken thing that Birdie can watch the videos if she wants to.

She doesn't.

Like, she watches a little bit of it here and there. But she never actually sits down and watches everything, she just doesn't feel like it's something she needs to do. She watches enough to know who the people being talked about by her dads are (Amy, Jessica etc etc etc) and she watches a couple entries with Jay in them over and over and over again. But generally, she just doesn't want to watch the whole thing, y'know. She doesn't watch all of MH and she hasn't seen a single TTA video.

Wait that reminds me now again (sorry, I keep fucking doing this)

That whole thing with Tim sometimes needing to phone Birdie's school and just, like, make sure she's still alive. That doesn't fully go away when Birdie gets older and goes off to college/university. Tim's always been a bit of a helicopter parent and though he gets better at it, he and Birdie do make time to phone each other pretty much every night. Mostly it's just Birdie talking about her day and what she's been up to, and Tim listening. Occasionally he'll chip in with bits about his day, but mostly he's happy to listen to her talking about her studies. (She's gonna be a bug scientist. I can't remember what they're called. But she's gonna be a big scientist, specifically working in conservation of insects).

If Birdie misses a phone call one evening Tim will definitely start to panic a bit, but he makes sure he only sends her one or two texts to check in before he forces himself to put his phone down and go spend time with Brian and/or Jesse :]

Cos while Birdie's uni age, Jesse is only like, idk 10 at most? So Tim still has a lot to do, y'know? Jesse keeps him and Brian occupied and while he's looking after/spending time with Jesse, Tim manages to take his mind off worrying about Birdie pretty well.

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HIII first i'm so excited for your txt works kfmecdkfn ur the best <333

second, here goes my first requestttt.. can i ask for a scenario with beomgyu where he and fem reader are close friends, laying on the bed cuddling until the innocent gentle touches turn into more suggestive touches (yk that live where gyu starts innocenly playing with tae's hem of the shirt until he slowly puts his hand completely under his shirt😭) and they get so needy and horny that the reader ends up riding him and they end up having super needy sex please 😭😭😭

Needy for you

Genre: smut, a bit of angst towards the end because I couldn't help myself lmao

Warnings: I got side tracked after they were done fucking and decided to make it sad 😭 forgive me 🙏🏽. Fem reader, boob play, choking, pet names, dom reader, sub gyu, reader rides gyu, making out, not proof read (sorry), Lmk if I missed anything!!

Your hands are wandering on Beomgyu's waist as his do the same. You're both lying down in your bed cuddling, nothing more nothing less. Some people would find it weird to cuddle with your friend but its not weird to yous since you both have known each other for quite so time now and you're both close so it just doesn't bother yous. Plus he always gives comfortable hugs so how could you not want to cuddle him?

Laughing echos in the room as Beomgyu brings up an embarrassing story of you when you got drunk and your crushes house party...Well, used to be crush since it turned out he was an asshole who just played with people's hearts.

"no oh my god gyu I told you to never bring that up again!!" You whine out as you gently slap his shoulder as a joke. "Oh you did? Too bad, HAHA" he laughs in your face which makes you laugh with him.

"I should've caught that on camera, you looked so funny when-" you cut him off with your hand cover his mouth. "Don't!!! Don't say it! It's so embarrassing, oh my god!!" You exclaim as you feel him smiling under your hand before pulling it away.

"You know, I asked to cuddle, not bring up embarrassing stories of me" you say with a tsk at the end. "Woops, my bad" he jokes then laughs making you laugh once again.

After you both stop laughing and giggling it gets quiet. You're both staring into each others eyes without anything left to say. You hand innocently goes back to his waist. All that's heard is what's going on outside and the light breathing sounds from the both of you.

Usually yous are quiet when yous cuddle, but something is different this time and you can pinpoint what it is. Maybe it's because yous are literally staring into each others souls?? Or is it because of the hand placements? But yous always do this? Maybe it's because he's so...breathtaking?

With that thought your eyes move to look at his lips. No yn snap out of it... he's your best friend. You think to yourself before looking away.

"yn" he whispers out.

"Hmm?" You hum in response but you get no answer. Instead you feel his hands moving lower, stopping at your waistband. His movements making you look up back at him. "Gyu.." You were going to say something but he beat you to it. "Can I...kiss you?" He asks as his eyes look down at your lips, yours doing the same.

Instead of answering with words you answer him with your actions, which is kissing him. You move closer to him and let your lips touch his soft ones as you both close your eyes. You pull away after a couple seconds and you both just look at each other. His eyes becoming darker and full of lust before he smashes his lips onto yours. This time the kiss is more rough and desperate unlike the other one where it was soft and delicate.

You poke your tongue at his lips and he parts his mouth. Now both of yous are fighting for dominance, but of course Beomgyu looses.

You pin him down to the bed by his hands whilst making out with him. Your legs on either side of him and your hands pinning his down above his head, the lewd position making him whimpers quietly into the kiss.

The need of breath causing both of you to pull away. "Fuck" you say under your breath as you're still processing what just happened. You? Kissing...no.. Full on making out with the guy you like? If this is a dream then you don't want to wake up from it.

"Can i-...can we.." Beomgyu takes in a deep breath before continuing "I need you" he exhales. "Are you sure?" You make sure you're not hearing things. "Mhm I'm sure" he says with a blush on his face and eyes locking with your lips. "Okay, do you have a condom?" You ask nonchalantly, as if you're not about to have sex.

He nods in response and point to the drawer in his desk. You get up of him and make your way to the desk. You take the packet from the drawer and make your way back to his bed...except what you see when you turn around towards his direction is his pretty naked self. The sunlight that is shining through the window makes him look even more handsome. You still cant believe you're about to fuck with the guy you've had a crush on for a while now.

You mentally slap yourself and continue making your way back to the bed. "You were staring" he says in a slightly teasing tone. "Oh shush" you playfully roll your eyes at him before discarding your clothes, once you do so you sit on his lap. He's sat up by now and his back is against the headboard of his bed.

You open up the packet and put the condom on his hard cock. The contact of your hand making him gasp.

"You ready gyu?" You asks as you sit up, ready to slide down his dick. "mhm yes" he says as he locks eye contact with you. With that said you sink down on him, the feeling making both of yous want more so without wasting much time you start to ride him at a desperately fast pace. The sudden action making him let out a high pitched moan as he throws his head back. "more" he says, already pussy drunk from how good your cunt is squeezing him. You go faster, moving up and down, side to side, also wanting more because of how good his dick feels inside of you.

"Fuck gyu, you feel so- mngh so good" he moans at your praise and bucks his hips up, too needy to not do so. "please yn-" before he could finish his sentence you're smashing your lips against his. Kissing him roughly and messily. Your tongue clashing against each other with such need before parting to breath and going back to making out.

You can hear him moaning into the kiss as the pleasure he's feeling makes him loose complete controll over himself. His hands going up to your breasts and squeezing which makes you let out a surprised moan.

You part once more to breath. "You're so sexy gyu" you say with now lidded eyes. "Keep touching me baby" he blushes even more at the pet name you give him which goes unnoticed. "You hahh like that don't you? Mmm You like to be called baby? Hmm?" You moan in between your words. All he can do is nod his head in response.

You wrap one hand around his neck and press down slightly to choke him, the feeling making his hands drop down in defeat. "So cute" you moan out. "mnghh yn~" he says in a needy voice. You lean down to kiss his lips again since you can't get enough of them except its much shorter than before.

You give his neck a tighter squeeze just to toy with him a bit. Loving his reaction as his eyes roll back and a gasp that barely makes it out of your tight grip. You then let go of his neck to cup his cheeks. "You look adorable when you're being chokes baby" you say which brings him closer to the edge. "yn- m gonna- cum" he whimpers. "me too baby, me too. Cum with me, okay?" You pant.

The sound of your voice and the view of your boobs bouncing up and down, along with the view of his dick completely disappearing inside of your pussy whenever you go down brings him to his orgasm. He let's out a high pitched moan and cums inside of the condom, you cum only seconds after. You collapse on top of him and you both try to catch your breath.

"That..was..amazing" he says in between deep breaths. "right" you say in agreement.

After about two minutes of staying in the same position you decide to get up and get changed into your normal clothes. It'd be a lie if you said you didn't wish for something more to happen because you really did wish for something, a confession of some sort maybe.

After the both of you get into your clothes and you were about to leave he quickly stops you by running up to you and grabbing your hand. "Wait yn" he says.

"Yeah?" Your heart beat almost skips a beat at the still fucked out expression of his when you look at him. "I uhm...I wanted to tell you something." He says, not really sure if he should tell you or not. "What is it?" You think you know where this is going but you don't want to make any assumptions.

He looking down at the floor before looking up at you. "Never mind, uhm see you tomorrow" he says as he looks back down at the floor again.

And you got your hopes up again. Or at least you think so, but the "realisation" that he doesn't like you hits you and so you just quickly good bye him and leave.

Little did you know is that he likes you but is too scared of being rejected even though it's quite obvious the both of you like each other.

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[tonydaddingham]

hii! you've probably talked about this before, sorry if i missed it, but i've seen a lot of people talking about that last shot of aziraphale smiling in the elevator and used it to support the idea that there MUST be something else going on about the whole bussiness that we haven't seen. i just want to say, that even though i'm not closed to the possibility of a different explanation, i think his expression that makes sense with just what we've seen.

we, as an audience, know about the second coming. aziraphale, up until that moment, does not. he accepted the position because he was given the opportunity to make the change he has always wanted to do. pressured or not, threatened or not, his decision makes sense with his character. he risked it all to change the curse of events heaven had planned in s1 being just a principality. now not only has he the will to change but also the power.

so when the metatron tells him that he will be in charge of the second coming bussiness, of course he's "happy". he knows what the second coming is about, and he has just accepted a position that will guarantee him direct access to all the information and enough power to make decisions.

hey anon!!!✨ oh no i definitely agree with you!!!

ive always felt rather... contemptuous? of any external factor in the FF that would influence aziraphale's behaviour (e.g, at the extreme end, the coffee theory), because ive largely seen aziraphale's decision to return to heaven as a very in-character one to make, and one that doesn't remove aziraphale's agency etc.

ive flitted on the edge of whether or not i think aziraphale is being threatened, and/or whether he feels threatened (as two very separate things), but as you said - the choice to return to heaven feels very neatly the culmination of his character traits and development that we saw throughout both seasons. aziraphale doesn't run from things, he's tenacious until the last possible moment to change the status quo, and he certainly doesnt back down from a fight when it's unavoidable. add to that the 'new' context that he and crowley have now basically acknowledged to each other that they want to be together, and the drive to change the only thing that could stand in their way is doubled.

i think what i wanted to entertain in that rb is how aziraphale might have been coming into the conversation with crowley if he was indeed under threat; hypothesis being that if he was lying, as the comparison with ep2 indicates, why would he have been lying? and why would he lie to crowley so profusely with his back against the wall? the (not unique) conclusion i arrived at is that not only was crowley in danger in that scenario, but aziraphale knows that he is in danger too, but can't admit out loud for fear of worse repercussions should metatron catch wind that aziraphale knows. he needs to play into being underestimated in order to survive.

as for his smile in the lift, im similarly torn, but it does seem to me that at the very least, aziraphale is coming up with a Plan. when he first gets in it, that absolutely looks like fear - 'oh shit im really on my own, and they want me to head up the second coming and essentially the actual end of Everything. i don't have crowley with me this time; what the fuck do i do'.

we then see throughout the credits expressions that indicate that aziraphale is running through about 800 scenarios, lightning-speed, in his head on what he can possibly do. it's then this part that gets me - aziraphale has been pretty static physically until now, when his eyes start to dart around. that to me is the moment where he realises, or comes up with, something, a revelation of sorts, or just makes a plan, and the following moments leading up to the Smile are, 'would that work? is that possible?... yeah... yeah, it's possible, it could work.'

[fleetsonourgecentral]

Yoo thought of a headcanon scenario, where Scourge somehow dreams about his super form[s] one night. 

His interaction with if it was the good Super form the opportunity to at least make a compromise would be fumbled so hard due to their clashing mindsets. And they’re both stubborn as hell in changing their tune. Shit definitely goes out the window when Super looks at Scourge the same way Prime looked at him when he got tricked into powering down saying something along the lines of, “What fucking goals do you even have, Scourge? At least I want to help people be something bigger and better than just being mean.” You can imagine how well Scourge takes it hearing the all too familiar words. So tragically, nothing really gets solved between them, just strengthened feelings of resentment and the need to fight for control when they can. 

Evil Super would however, strike a deal. 

He finds Scourge and his friends very entertaining. Why ruin that? He’s also seen Super Sonic being contained/in his eyes, become a withered shell of his former self, so it might be partially for his own self-preservation as well. He is chaos but so are they. One frightful dream ass-beating later (wasn’t even pissed at Scourge, who despite tried throwing hands like the green bozo he is, he just did it because he can), he offers his hand the way Scourge did with Prime, promising not to kill them only if… honestly idfk something like this???

“The road goes both ways, y’know. You’re full of untapped potential. To keep things running around on this stupid little planet, how about you acknowledge me as my own person? Don’t you even think getting rid of me. Then everyone can continue to rock on this universe, doing as we please. What do you say?”

Just simple acknowledgement as their own person and leave him as he is i guess.

He takes the deal [?] but….Scourge, how are you going to explain to everyone else that you can’t get rid of this super form like Sonic has done? On top of that, better count your lucky stars that your super form never gets bored one day.

who knows maybe Scourge finds another way to stabilize things before that happens maybe- hey wait a second how about a deal for the fucking ankles—

Scourge and a good super form would throw hands. I mean Scourge is throwing hands either way but he would throw hands even faster, and then proceed to tell everyone about the dream bc that is Not Normal even for chaos energy. I think the idea of a super form gaining sentience without being split from Scourge first would freak Sonic out and he'd make it a priority to try and suppress that chaos energy or get it out of Scourge entirely. Here's to hoping they could get it out of Scourge without it coming to life like Super did, though, or it would probably view Scourge as a villain to be dealt with. And, by extension, would have to fight the rest of the freedom fighters, too

I could see an evil super form trying to make a deal, but I also don't know if Scourge would trust it?? His instinct is to distrust and assume people are lying to him or trying to manipulate him, so even if he did take a deal, I don't think he'd trust his super form to hold up his end of the deal. He probably wouldn't tell the freedom fighters or Sonic about it, and he'd brush off any attempts to get rid of his chaos energy so his super form doesn't have an excuse to try and backstab him, but I think he'd be prepared for betrayal anyway and put back-up plans of his own in place. Scourge doesn't always think things through, but he isn't stupid; he'd be well aware he'd be entirely reliant on his super form's mercy, and he'd hate that. So he'd come up with a plan, even if he didn't tell Sonic about it

Ahjdhjsdjh smh the super forms will never realise all they need to do to get in Scourge's good graces is fix his ankles

[mineonmain]

Second Couple Syndrome strikes again...

There is something really fascinating about a lot of second couples in shows where I find myself more drawn to them than to the main couple (VegasPete v/s KinnPorsche, DongheeXHotae v/s TaejoonXWonyoung, WinTeam v/s DeanPharm [i love you pharm...can i pay you to stop crying], SornThat v/s TanBun [i'm so sorry i'm actually lying here i'm obsessed with TanBun. But Sorn and That are fucking adorable and there's a reason why I mentioned them here hold awn], GunYok v/s SeanWhite, etc etc), and there's probably a few reasons. Maybe the main couple is too dreary/boring, maybe their story is uninteresting, maybe we're too used to the old couple and enjoy the freshness of a new couple with a new story and conflict. But personally, while all of these are true, I think the biggest factor is how much we don't know. We're given a taste of what they are, and are left to fill in the blanks for ourselves. It's the most incredible fandom cud that us fan cows are given to chew. (I'd argue it's this very thing that led to Between Us getting made, us liking what we saw of WinTeam in UWMA and wanting to know more).

Step by Step's side couple, Jaab and Jane, is very much shaping up to be the same. Not that they'll get their own show, but that we get to see just enough to make us want more, and yet not enough so we are compelled into thinking (and theorizing) about them all the time.

EP 5 SPOILERS AHEAD...

So let's talk about the two most important scenes for Jaab and Jane so far:

First is from Ep 3, when Jane is waiting with Jaab in the flat to be picked up by his boyfriend.

Yes, Jaab is the one to start, he's the one who raises his hand first to touch Jane's hair and cup his cheek. It makes sense for him to do that (emotionally as a character, not necessarily morally/ethically but that's not the point here), because he's in love with Jane and isn't really hiding it. Yet, he's still hesitant, trying to respect the boundary that Jane keeps reinforcing by reminding him of his boyfriend's presence. On the left, his hand his cupping Jane's cheek, but barely. His touch is feather-light, his hands are hovering millimeters above Jane's cheek.

In fact, it's Jane who crosses the line completely! Jane is the one to grab Jaab's hand, press it firmly against his cheek, hold it there securely, close his eyes to relish in the feeling. Jaab is obviously going to go along with it, because being with Jane is all he wants, so it was on Jane to stop it before it went any further, when instead he was the one to take it further.

Second is from Ep 5, after the team dinner back in Jane and Jaab's shared hotel room. Based on what I can tell, (because it feels a bit piecemeal sometimes, like there's scenes which happened off-camera, but maybe i'm just not paying good enough attention) Jaab is trying to apologize for something. Maybe fighting on camera? Or The Moment they shared back in EP 3?

Once again, Jaab is the one who initiated the contact, the pinky-swear, but that's all he did. He tentatively reaches out to Jane, every time, and waits to see whether he is accepted to rejected in that moment. Once he holding onto Jane's finger, the tension in the room becomes palpable, and Jaab waits. He knows that technically Jane is not on the market, so worst case scenario even if he is rejected he'll understand why, and so he's patient. He just stays there, and waits.

And once again, it is Jane who bridges the gap between them, he is the one who moves forward slowly towards a statuesque Jaab and kisses him. Jaab makes sure that the power is in Jane's hand, and surprisingly Jane uses that power. Again!

Even further into the scene, if Jaab were to keep going like this, he would just be content with whatever Jane was willing to give him , even if it was just a pinky-hold, so he doesn't ask for more (left). And once again, Jane is the one to first use his other hand to grab their interlocked hands together (right), and use that to yoink them closer together.

It's only been a few episodes, but time and time again it's the same ritual. Jaab expresses his love and affection towards Jane in a direct or indirect way, through his looks and his words and his actions, and Jane might usually remind him about his boyfriend so as to establish a boundary, and then Jane crosses the boundary that he himself drew to go towards Jaab. Jane is cheating on his boyfriend, almost with awareness.

And that's why this couple is so compelling to me. Other than this 'cheating', there's nothing about Jane that paints him as a bad person. Then why is he doing this? What is he thinking about when he does this, what happens when he's alone with his boyfriend? What is his boyfriend doing? What is happening is magnetic, and what isn't happening keeps us constantly guessing. Jane's actions paint him in a really grey light, and we can't help but question what his intentions are. For example, Jane has never once verbally acknowledged or reciprocated anything Jaab has said to him, but instead he has physically gone above and beyond, and that's still cheating. There's absolutely no clarity, for the viewers or the characters.

I'm obsessed with them.

[sam-loves-seb]

Just a gentle nudge that if you feel inclined to post that one Whumptober fic that you gave us a sample of, I'd really love to read it. You're one of my favorite writers though so even if you don't post that one I'll be looking forward to whatever you decide to post next about our beloved Gallavich boys 🙂

oh this is so sweet, you're so kind 😭💛

see, i also would love to post that one whumptober fic but the thing is i still haven't gone back to finish writing it yet, so unfortunately i just have 3k of prison!gallavich sitting in my docs haunting me. i think maybe after the new year i'll go back to some forgotten whumptober fics/prompts and maybe it'll get written eventually, but for now i can at least drop another snippet from it under the cut:

***

The lockdown bleeds into lights out, which only makes Ian worry more.

Wherever Mickey is—he’s not coming back. Not tonight, anyways.

Ian refuses to let his mind go to the worst-case scenario. He’d know. He’d fucking know if Mickey was dead, if his body was lying somewhere without a heart beating between his ribs. Someone would have told him, probably, but he’d feel it in his gut, in the place that tugs and twists and tells him that Mickey is still alive.

Somewhere.

Ian lays in Mickey’s bunk and tries to breathe.

Maybe he’s in solitary. Maybe he mouthed off to a guard or got caught up in a fight that wasn’t even his to begin with—could be anything, really. They throw prisoners in there for less. Maybe by this time tomorrow Mickey will be back in their cell where he belongs, and Ian will laugh against his neck as Mickey retells the ridiculous story of his last twenty-four hours.

Or maybe it’s worse.

Ian doesn’t know, but he needs to. So, he lies in Mickey’s bottom bunk with his jumpsuit on, staring at the ceiling with a couple bills folded in his hand, and he waits.

He doesn’t know where Mickey gets his money in fucking prison, but he knows which hollowed out book he keeps it in, stacked at the foot of Ian’s bunk right between The Great Gatsby and The Book Thief.

“For emergencies,” Mickey told him one night, like a stern parent, showing Ian all his best hiding spots.

For information, is what he meant. For when something goes wrong.

Ian thinks now more than ever, something has gone wrong.

And maybe tomorrow Mickey will thump him upside the head for using it on something stupid, like confirming his boyfriend is in solitary for calling one of the guards a little bitch, but Ian doesn’t care. He’ll let Mickey call him ridiculous and a pussy and whatever the fuck he wants—as long as Ian knows he’s going to be okay.

So he waits the two hours after lights out for the guards to make their first lap of the cellblock on patrol, but he doesn’t recognize any of them. He waits another two hours for their next walk around, twiddling his fucking thumbs and refusing to fall asleep.

He recognizes one of the guards this time, an old school officer named Daniels who no one would ever blink twice at, let alone mark him as corrupt. But Ian does. Ian does because Mickey told him, showed him, had his back more than once and needed Daniels to make certain things happen.

And now it’s Ian’s turn.

“Daniels,” he calls out quietly, sitting up in his bunk just as the guards are almost past his door.

His heart beats hard against his chest and his breathing is fast, but his stomach nearly falls out his ass when the guard actually stops.

Ian is up and pressed against the door in an instant, looking too eager and too green but not giving a single fuck about any of it.

Daniels nods at his partner to go on ahead, waiting a full minute before turning around and looking at Ian straight on.

“I need your help,” Ian says quickly. “I need—”

“Step back, inmate.”

Ian blinks. For a second he thinks that maybe he got his guards mixed up, but there’s a sewn on patch that reads Daniels across the guy’s chest, and that just leaves Ian confused.

“What? No,” Ian rushes out. “I thought—”

“Step back,” Daniels says again, quieter. “So I can open the door.”

Ian does as he’s told.

He stands farther back in the room, shoulders square and his spine elongated to his full height. He waits for the buzzer and the click of the door, never taking his eyes off the guard as he takes three steps into the room.

He doesn’t ask about the empty bunk or the missing cellmate, which leads Ian to believe that he knows.

“Where’s Mickey?” Ian asks, jumping the gun.

Daniels looks him over for a minute. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He so clearly does, but, well—Ian is bad at this, and he’s never been able to play anything cool in his entire fucking life.

He holds out the folded bills in his hand, and Daniels’s brow twitches in interest. He reaches out to take it, but as soon as he grabs on, Ian pinches the cash hard between his thumb and forefinger.

“Where is he?” he asks again.

Daniels tugs the money free from Ian’s grasp, then counts out the cash. He tucks it away in his pocket before resting both hands on his belt, thumbs dipping beneath the fabric as he rocks back on his heels.

“Inmate Milkovich is in the infirmary,” he says without a hint of emotion.

Ian’s heart stops. “For what?”

Daniels just shrugs.

“Fuck,” Ian mutters, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “Is he okay?”

“He’s alive,” Daniels says with another impersonal shrug.

Ian remembers to breathe. Alive is good. Alive is—not dead.

Daniels turns to leave, taking two steps towards the door.

“Wait,” Ian calls out, then hesitates when the guard actually turns back. “What… happened?”

Daniels just shrugs again, walking out of the cell like he doesn’t have all the answers that Ian so desperately craves. He stands in the hallway, tilts his head a little as he watches Ian, and as the cell door starts to slide back into place, he says,

“He got stabbed.”

***

yeah i'm pretty sure the prompt for this one was "bloody knife" so that's where this was going.

anyways

thanks for the ask and the lovely words 💛💛💛

[limetameta]

ok so i’ve been asking everyone today: if you were to add a third person to royai, who would you add and why?

Interesting ask! I have 3 candidates depending on the absurdity and toxicity scale lmaoo. On the lowest rating we have Best Girl Rebecca Catalina. This is a Riza Hawkeye WINS scenario because she now has two of her favourite people together w her. She has two hands and she's happy neither is holding a gun.

Next up I believe it would be SO FUNNY if Jean Havoc got his heart broken one too many times and is just like YOU KNOW WHAT - goes up to Roy Mustang - SIR I'VE QUIT WOMEN *confesses his feelings* and Roy is like sputtering "But I'm with the Lieutenant-??" And Jean is just like: "With both of your permission, the Lieutenant is too scary to be a woman. She doesn't fall within that category for me." Meanwhile Riza is like *unlocking the hidden box in her brain w all the scenarios she imagined putting Roy and Jean through for her own amusement* "Colonel, I think this is a fine idea."

And then my worst contender my toxic blorbo my squiggly little freak my love to put him in situations he cant get out of unscathed bastard my says it how it is and doesnt give a shit about tact short king - Solf J. Kimblee.

Manga characterization only for this man because Fmab made him into a one dimensional bastard and I dont mesh w him. They took out your nuance king!!!

Ishval toxic trio. Riza sleeps w Kimblee because this is as close to self harm as she can get to. Roy wants to fight Kimblee because of this. Kimblee goads him into fucking instead. Now Riza and Roy have this weird thing going on where theyre not gonna sleep w each other but theyre dancing around it via fucking Kimblee. Kimblee, incredibly pleased w himself, is like I am going to get these two to fuck even if I have to be in the middle of it. I love whatever they have going on. It's so ugly. Ipso facto, the culmination is a threesome where they're all nasty. It can end just like canon where Kimblee goes to prison , Roy burns Rizas back, and theyre nothing but coworkers w A SHIT TON OF HISTORY. Kimblee gets out of prison, finds out theyre still lying to each other about their feelings: *sigh* I am so disappointed. It's just two steps forward five back with those two. / or Kimblee doesnt go to prison and he's just like COMMITTED to getting them together because he doesnt have a philosopher's stone and so this is how he's going to fill his time. Also loves getting fucked on the side, he's a man of very simple interests. Funniest addition would be if he's part of Team Mustang.

"I can either talk about Ishval or I can arrange a date for you w Riza. Your choice, Mustang."

Mustang, deeply uncomfortable by this man: "I wish you were in prison."

Kimblee: "You're the fourth person who's said that to me this morning actually! :D "

Dynamic for this would be - Riza and Kimblee are kinda friendly because theyre fucked up emotionally / Roy cant stand Kimblee meanwhile Kimblee is like I LOVE annoying this man / and Riza is like god you know maybe I shouldn't waste my life yearning and I should confess to Roy... on second thought... no. Too scary. / Roy is like THESE ARE LIES AND SLANDER I FEEL NOTHING BUT FRIENDSHIP TO THE LIEUTENANT / Kimblee, hands to his mouth to shout: YOU'RE A LIAR NOW, TOO, MUSTANG? For shame! Don't look away from your feelings.

[theflyingfeeling]

I noticed how Bc has toned down their stage gay compared to 2021 for example and I got this headcanon that what if Joonas and Niko were fwb (or had something else going on and were more than friends) but then Joonas got his gf and they had a fight or something and now either of them don’t want to do the kissing etc. anymore 👀

Oof you came to the right blog, dear anon, because not a day passes by I don't wonder why they dropped SLB from their setlist 😩

I mean, there can obviously be many plausible reasons, e.g. on the US tour a great majority of their audience was completely new to them, so they may have wanted to tone down the stage gay because they weren't sure how that would've been perceived there (yessss I know they're not the first band to kiss on stage, and that BC is not the kind of band who gives a shit about what people think about them, but I'm sure you know what I mean here).

Among their European fanbase, however, everyone and their mother is expecting them to start having an orgy on stage at any given second, and especially touring with a band like Electric Callboy it is a shame they didn't play SLB, not only because of the kiss but also because it's genuinely a great song 🥺 So maybe they just didn't want to be too extra on a tour that wasn't their own lol, but then they came back to Finland and DIDN'T KISS A SINGLE FUCKING TIME THE WHOLE SUMMER WHAT THE FUCK GUYS I WANT MY MONEY BACK?!?!?!

Like, of course they wanted to make some room in their setlist for their new songs, which is understandable, but... :( Maybe they just got bored of playing the song? If this is the reason, the question remains why they haven't replaced that routine with some other fun stage gay moment during another song, because they do seem to enjoy teasing us with fanservice-y stuff 😐 In any case, I was so disappointed they didn't play it even on the ice hall show because, the kiss aside, it really is a fan favourite 😔 it is MY favourite how DARE they not serve MY needs 😤

So yes, all these points considered, I'd be lying if I said my little shipper heart had not also considered the possibility of Niko and Joonas finding it weird now that Joonas has a girlfriend (I love how this was never a problem before when Niko's had a gf all this time lol), but then again, just the other day Joonas joked about having Niko's cock in his mouth and drinking his breast milk, so it's not like he's been withdrawing from fanservice completely 🤷‍♀️

And yes, if we ignore the fact Niko is indeed happy with his gf and they don't have an open relationship as far as we know (👀), it is easy to imagine a scenario in which Joonas (who I believe is the one usually planning their setlists?) suddenly dropped SLB and only gave an ambiguous explanation as to why (see above), and then one day Niko hears from blabbermouth Joel that Joonas has gotten together with this girl, no really, I thought you knew? 💔😭

[cheemken]

Knight we are complete opposites. You thought of a wholesome scenario/good end to the battle while I immediately thought of angst. Also your writing makes me feel so many emotions at once, because Hilbert burning the cape and getting rid of the connection she has with the other champions is just ough. And then he goes and puts his own jacket on her shoulders, practically telling her she’s where she belongs and she’s safe now

But yeah the E4 finally doing good and helping out their champion, and calling the gym leaders as well. All of em fighting the 7 people they thought were supposed to protect them. But now those same people are playing with the lives of The Hero’s of Unova, a gym leader, a Pokémon researcher, the old King of Team Plasma, and their Champion. But the people like Caitlin who were close to one or more of the champions are just devastated over their true intentions. They thought the Champions were good people but they’re trying to kill a group of teens/young adults over the fact that one of them won’t conform to their orders

Now where it differs from your scenario is that Iris and Hilbert lost. Despite giving it their all and having two legendaries on their side, Diantha and the Pokémon of Death proved to be to strong. And while the other Champions were outnumbered they showed all of them why they’re considered the strongest trainers in their regions. Now with no one in her way Diantha can show Iris why she should’ve never crossed her

God just imagine the E4 and gym leaders finally realizing the extent of what Iris was dealing with. And now the Champions are threatening them, telling them that if any information about this gets out to anyone then they’ll regret it. They’ll come for them and whoever else knows. They’ll come after their families. And someone gets mad and yells about how they’re bluffing and they’d never do that, that murdering someone famous and well known is to risky and they couldn’t get away with it. And Diantha just looks at them and says how she’s not lying, and if they need proof they could ask Iris what truly happened to Drayden

A worse ending though would be if the Champions thought it would be to risky to let so many people go. And how it’s time they truly establish their power throughout the world, by starting with getting rid of the Unova League :)

Yeah no I'm fine it's cool that's dope that's fucking amazing (absolutely losing it)

PLEASE CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE THEM FINALLY FINDING OUT ABT DRAYDEN CNMDNXND IMAGINE HOW DEVASTATED ALDER WOULD BE MAN, LIKE HE AND DRAYDEN GO WAY BACK AND NOW HE FINDS OUT HIS CLOSEST FRIEND HAS BEEN KILLED IM NOT FUCKING OKAY CNMDNDND

Like one of the Gym Leaders saying that yeah, and then Dia just smiles at them, Garde and Gar on both her sides still in mega form, she puts a hand on her cheek and shakes her head, "why, to even doubt me for a second... Well, it can't be helped, what did I expect from Unovans," she laughed, then she looked at them, that goddamn smirk on her face, her eyes half lidded, sight fixated on the entirety of the Unova League, "perhaps you'd finally believe I've no problems taking you all out when my darling Iris tells you about what happened to Drayden." And yo that just breaking Iris tho, like she's there holding tight on to Hilbert, tears brimming her eyes, and Diantha just fucking loved it, "speechless, my dear? Of course, silly me, you're probably still tired from that battle. Worry not, I'll tell them," and she just goes full detail on what she and the other champions did, how they killed the former Opelucid Gym Leader, how they didn't even have to raise a finger against him, and it shows how weak he truly was.

God imagine that fucking up the Unova League, all this time they thought Drayden died bc it really was his time, but it wasn't supposed to be, he was killed, and god they could all feel the rage bubbling just beneath their skin. Imagine Alder just fucking losing it, going all out attacking Diantha w all that he got, and the League did so too, battling the other champions with this newfound rage and desperation to stop them

Only for Diantha to be so fed up w it, she calls out Yveltal again, and everyone fucking stopped, Dia's there staring down at everyone, "these are the people you want to protect, am I right, my dear?" Eyeing each and every member of the League, "how pitiful. You're here giving it your all to protect them, but they couldn't even get the people of Unova to stop hating you." And like cbdmdn imagine that surprising the League tho, cause what do you mean Iris was hated by the people, she never told them anything. Then Diantha smiles again, turning to Iris, "how about I do you this one favour again, darling. I'm sure the world could live without Unova." Snapping her fingers, Yveltal flew from the ground, readying its attack, the League didn't know what to do anymore, maybe this really was it, that this is their last battle, their last moments together, and god that fucked them up.

But just as she was abt to command Yveltal to attack, they all heard a desperate scream.

"ZEKROM! BOLT STRIKE!"

The Deep Black Pokémon finally free from its confines, glided towards Yveltal, grabbing both its wings and attacked him with all its might, effectively knocking it out.

And it caught Diantha off guard. She forgot. She forgot. She fucking forgot. There were three of them.

Her own rage seeping from their cage, she growled, "Giratina! Shadow Force!" And god the body horror Cynthia is experiencing tho, Giratina taking over her body, transforming to the pkmn itself, but neither he nor Cynthia are in control. Vanishing in thin air, everyone was on edge, not knowing where the Sinnoh Champion and the Renegade pkmn were. Until..

"Zekrom! Behind you!"

Bianca called just in time, Zekrom turned and got hold of Giratina's neck, grip tight as it slammed him to the ground. Zekrom flew back to Iris and Hilbert's side of the field, watching Diantha's eyes go wide in shock, this was the first time Iris ever saw Diantha like that.

Then just bcmxnx Cheren calling Hilbert and Iris, telling them abt the DNA Splicers, how it's the right time to use it, on all three of their dragons. Iris hesitated, so did Hilbert, then N had told them it's fine, that Reshiram and Zekrom would be happy to become one with Kyurem again, just for this battle, just to save everyone else. If they want to win this fight, then they need all the power they can get. God just bcmdnd imagine Iris and Hilbert holding up the DNA Splicers tho, and all three of their dragons finally fused, becoming one once again, their true form, The Original Dragon.

And everyone could only watch in awe and terror just how imposing the Great Dragon truly was, and it's staring down at everyone, awaiting for its trainers' commands.

[zoroara]

Drabble - Job opportunity

I’m just going to be writing a scenario with Vittorio, in his point of view here, specifically what happens directly after his capture after the fight with the Varia.

The first thing that he felt when his senses finally came back, was sheer agony. Their head was pounding and their chest ached. Breathing ragged from the damage done to his lungs he soon choked on a cough, spitting up blood with it. They slowly opened their eyes as they forced themself to stay calm, he observed himself and his surroundings.

The cold room he was in wasn’t so much of a jail that he expected, no it looks rather they had put them in an empty boarding room at the current moment. Though he has the lingering worry this lax treatment is due to lack of time and rather just a temporary arrangement. But seeing no one in the room at the moment they carefully take time to assess their physical state.

That lovely little status can easily summed up as: fucked. The stitches that were probably the only thing holding his organs inside of him weren’t going to be something he relied on in the slightest. The fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt does explain the chill he was feeling though.

“Guess they liked being able to see the goods a bit too much~” More like they didn’t have anything he could wear and his ribs had certainly ruined the old shirt when they ruptured through his chest. Damn Lussuria had played too rough. But the lack of a shirt is the least of his worries. How well is he tied?

Well given his legs are practically wrapped in roped that he feels like he’s going to lose feeling in them. Well that’s certainly not an option to go about... Let’s test the arms. As he wriggles the bindings he can hear footsteps... Well stomping, someone is pissed. Given his knowledge? Definitely the captain, probably trying to seem more intimidating after that fight. They’ll have to do the same, you can’t show weakness with the Varia. That he knows is a death sentence. “Voooooi, time to wake up.”

The captain, a man Vittorio knew to be named Superbi Squalo, hadn’t particularly fared well in their battle. But given the things he’s read about that man... eaten by a shark, punched through the heart.... it was no surprise to them that after being stabbed through the chest and abdomen, then shot after that this man was up again. Though it certainly does not look like he’s unscathed, bandaged up and just as ragged as they felt, Vittorio could not help but to feel a little guilty for the damage done. But he won’t let his glare shift to show that.

“You work for us now.”

This statement from Squalo. This made him freeze, not because it scared him, no because... “I thought you were trying to get rid of me. Change of plans?”

“Something like that.”

He quietly sat analyzing the Captain. He didn’t seem to be lying about this, and they certainly would have killed him. It’d be unlike the Varia to keep a target if they had no use for them. He does take pride in his engineering work but it’s not like the Varia couldn’t have just contracted him... Maybe there really was a change in plans.

“And what are they now?”

“You’re going to be our engineer. We have job for you.” Vittorio soon smiled slyly. A job from the Varia hm? They surely plan on killing or torturing him if he says no. But, he already knows what they can do. He also already knows how well he’d put up against them in a fight. He just needs time, and now they’re letting him play with their equipment? They know how to play this. Keep your head low, but act natural. They’ll escape in no time... But in the mean time, this is a good opportunity to get their hands on material they’ve never touched. This could be veeery fun.

“Well why didn’t you start with that?~ I accept. Now what can I do for the handsome second sword emperor~?”

He sits up straight and gives a playful little smirk to the captain. Who seems relatively un-phased, they can’t help but wonder if Squalo didn’t realize or is just purposely ignoring it.

“Voooi... don’t think tryin to sweet talk me will get me on your good side. We need you to make us something for defenses. More specifically uniforms” Oh his research shows it works veeery well to compliment the man whenever possible, and the grumbling about it rather than aggression only proves it works. But he does nod to Squalo’s request. Already he can think of some major improvements to the combat uniform. It doesn’t even have armour at best it appears to be leather but that does little to protect from the rigorous battles they’ve been put through. “I could do something for you. Just get me your measurements, pencil, paper, and of course untie me. I love a challenge you know, and this? Seems right up my alley~”

[shuuenmei]

Some "black or white" stuff but while thinking of the potential ending for this fic, there were actually two scenario's I thought about?

First ending is still something I'm keeping under wraps about at the moment but it's the one that I decide to be the true and final ending for "black or white".

The second one... I dub it as the "Time travel ception" ending

(Placed under the cut for future scenario and spoilers)

The ending is half inspired from the Gintama movie "Yorozuya yo Eien nare" and also the Korean webcomic "flow" which had a concept of everyone having a supernatural animal spirit but only a few are selected to have the spirit of the Four cardinal beasts.

To not spoil much, Yuu (Rei) borrowed magic from the world and also from Shiro due to needing his power as a mythical beast to turn back time to one year back to her arrival in Twisted Wonderland when beating an overblotted Grim seemed impossible as everyone's been downed and there's no telling when reinforcements could arrive.

A little something about Shiro is that beyond his control of the earth and metal and connection to the fall, for this story, each mythical beast had a secondary set of powers that help keep the balance of the world and Shiro has an ability connected to time.

Since time related magic is fragile because one wrong step can do something wrong, Shiro is the only one that can wield and use the power to control time safely but even he and the masters he chose still need to follow the time and dimensional clause to a degree.

So Yuu (Rei), now with memories of the one year that happened along with Shiro, went out of their way to avoid meeting with anyone from Night Raven College to take refuge in the now defunct Ramschakle dorm.

But Yuu (Rei) cuts her contract with Shiro and borrowed magic from the world to erase herself and Grim from existence so none of the events such as the overblots and Grim's eventual overblot will come to pass.

Grim, who doesn't know anything was fighting his way out that he doesn't want to be erased but Yuu (Rei) kept firm, hugging Grim tight as the magic takes effect and says.

"Don't worry Grim, we'll go together. As if we never existed in the first place."

And just like that, Yuu (Rei) and Grim disappeared with only Shiro and the Ramshackle ghosts being the witnesses who remembered them.

The magic was felt all over the island since it's world changing, but once the effect takes place, they forgot it ever happened.

However, things started to get strange.

Riddle acted a lot more lenient than he was supposed to, having flashbacks of the failed Unbirthday party and of someone telling him that "There's no right or wrong answer" to rules and how he should stand up to his two feet to try and make things right.

Ace and Deuce remembered going through that event with someone but didn't remember who.

Flashes of the original timeline bleeds, an unintended side effect to the time travel and some, which I'll cover in a bit.

As the year goes by, the main casts and some of the staff remember things being a little different and find it odd... until the one year mark passed.

Ace and Deuce decided to go to the abandoned dorm as a small dare to commemorate finishing their first year but that's when things went a little odd.

They see flashes of someone being there and the dorm is not abandoned but felt like a second home to someone.

So they entered and lying on the floor of the unused dorm's lounge, is a pocket watch.

Ace held it curiously and then the magic activated.

And they remember.

"Don't worry you guys, I can finish this, I'll handle this." "Yuu, what are you doing-"

They finally remembered what truly occurred and got their answer.

"What... what the fuck Yuu!? We didn't ask for this! We didn't ask for a future where you're not here!"

The rest of the students, everyone that Yuu (Rei) had befriended, all headed for Ramshackle and saw Ace and Deuce knelt down the ground, makeup smudged and messed up with tears, holding onto the pocket watch that is still emitting magic.

Lilia recognized the pocket watch.

"That's the pocket watch I once received from Kaname... I had wondered why it was not among my possessions and I thought I misplaced it."

Now the ghosts and Shiro finally showed up and reveal that they knew what had occurred but kept it quiet because that's what Yuu (Rei) wanted.

The pocket watch was a gift from Kaname to Lilia, and Lilia decided to hand it over to Yuu (Rei) as a memento of her grandma after Shiro's true identity as the White Tiger and connection to grandma is unveiled.

The pocket watch becomes a magic conduit to keep the magic contained and running but it's a bit unstable, leading to the casts remembering the original timeline.

Since the overblots didn't happen at all, everyone involved comes up with a way to time travel back to the moment before Yuu (Rei) and Grim disappeared.

Malleus had enough magic to spare since he never overblotted and with Shiro's help, they all went back in time to stop Yuu (Rei) from disappearing.

Then they blink their eyes, they are back to the start of the year, during the entrance ceremony.

And everyone who remembered proceed to skedaddle out there and headed for Ramshackle.

They stopped Yuu (Rei) from activating or starting the magic, got there in time.

Ace and Deuce arrived first, magic pens pointing towards her.

"Ace? Deuce? "We remember, Yuu." "Remember? What... you shouldn't be-" "Oh we are NOT letting you play yourself as a self-sacrificial martyr!"

Long story, short, everyone caught up and after lots of talking and reasoning, stopped Yuu (Rei) from disappearing.

Grim, on the other hand, is damn confused to what's happening and the only gist he later got is that he will destroy Night Raven College in the future and thus, shouldn't actually be allowed to study in the first place.

"I haven't done any of that here! Why should it matter that I'd be some future bad guy!?"

In the end they allow Grim to stay after much talking because they all also remembered a time when Grim's an innocent individual, before he got corrupted by the crystalized blot he kept eating.

And it's unfair to judge him for that.

So the time-travel ception ending ends with everyone being mostly safe and sound, remembering everything.

The cons is that they all had to repeat the year. LOL

The staff also remembered but Crewel already got first dibs on taking in Yuu (Rei) as his ward before Crowley could and everyone else is gonna be weirded out at the newly changed self but things are okay.

But yeah, that's what I got for the time-travel ception ending!

The actual "black or white" story had a different ending that I ultimately liked better so this is an alternate ending of sorts that I'm willing to share bits about!

[meaty4spicedbuns]

Tokyo Revengers - How they would react if they little moew moew go f e r a l

Fem!reader x Grown up!Toman's Boy, pairing : Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji

Grown's up them with Mikey not turning completly crazy. Can we say he had black hairs ? Because it SUIT HIM SO WELL eheh *black hair team* eh,,oh,, Baji's alive ofc*

Pairing : All of them grown up! with Manjiro Mikey Sano, Ken Draken Ryûgûji, Keisuke Baji, Matsuno Chifuyu and Takashi Mitsuya

Warning : Fighting and you being badass and the boys being jaw dropped ? , also i proofread it four times but english isn't my native langage so if there is still mistake i can't do anything about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Resume : You are a girl. And boys see girl as girly right ? Make up, jewerly, dress, cat/dog or even bunny lovers, pastry and tea and why not celebrity crush ?

Of course you can be like that. Of course you aren't gonna play the "not like other girls" cards. You like baking, puppy, kitty, pretty dress, make up; and all of that at your own level.

But you are also a woman. And a woman need to fight back in this terrible world ; some since they are girl. So you took fight classes, kravmaga lesson, self defense lessons. Anything to beat ass down the ground. You are training two hours a day- four days a week. Your body isn't showing it that much, but you can fight and win. Your body is strong. Your are fierce. A menace to society.

Author note : reminder that this point of view of the boyz and they attitude is M Y point of view, and it's mine only. If you don't agree, don't engage. Any disrespectfull comment would lead to a block. All character are aged up. So if you don't feel comfortable with any scenario just block and ignore.

PS : I'm sorry, but I guess you can directly read who are my favorites one and,,, sorry not sorry eheh... Anyway ! I hope you'll have a good reading ! Planning to write for more of the boys, so hit me up if you have any more idea of who you wanna see eheh i might think about it,,

Baji

Would be an ass about it to tease you.

"Oh Kitten wanna fight?" "If you want I'll let you win" "oh I'm so scared of you", he'll tease you to death I swear

He is the tipycall "boy will be boy" about it

But he is also a feral Meow himself after all, and you always play the mistress in need for fun since you know him in highschool, and he'll always play the "savior prince" for the joke - don't take it bad tho he is a full feminist.

So it's been YEARS he is the one protecting you (and liking it).

So let's say he would NEVER guess what you are capable of

It happen that someday you are out by yourself at night. When you don't feel like staying in. Your boy finish his day late at the petshop, so you often wonder alone until he send you a text saying he is free. Then you answer to tell him to meet you at the nearest 24/24 supermarket to get biscuit and eat it somewhere cool to watch the stars.

And when you are lost in the aisle, wondering if he would preferer Pocky's, Granola's or Oreo's, you can hear someone enter the shop. Nothing too weird. The cashier don't even look him. It's around 10P.M now and you phone didn't ring from any kind of answer from your boy.

You kneel down to check some biscuit and decide for some oreos for your boyfriend when you feel someone passing right behind you. When you get up, you turn around to see nobody. But the cold chill running down your spine isn't lying.

No need to fear. You can fight back.

Without turning around, you get up and go to the drink aisle. You are ready to grab fruit juice for Baji (Redbull and shit like that a prohibiden for him, he is too much energic for that) and a Coffee for you since you are getting a little bit tired.

Once again that chill coming back. You can feel a cold ice picking throught your neck, lifting your hairs from anxiety. When you turn to check around, you see a black jacket fadding away in the next aisle. You decided to follow it to check on who the fuck is following you but cross nobody. The shop seems empty except from you and the cashier.

A second after, the door of the shop ring, letting you know he's gone.

Thankfully.

You then go checking out, paying for you stuff. The cashier is completly off and sloppy. He seems walksleeping at this point.

Once it finished you say goodbye and go wait outside in front of the storefront.

Five minutes pass, and finally you see some mouvement from a shadow afar. You didn't saw it before since your eyes are simply getting used to the darkness. But now you can finally see throught the darkness and realize someone had been staring at you. A large and tall guys is standing against a broken lamppost facing you. The big hoodies hide half his face, but you can feel he is staring right at you. His gaze pierce trhought your clothes and you hate that deeply.

To not get in trouble you decided to ignore him. Less you interact, better you feel. Typical reaction right ? But visibly it do not stop that asshole to bother you. And in a minute he is catcalling you.

"What'a cute girl's doing late in the night ?"

You don't want to answer, to give attention. Ignoring things often work when it's about catcalling. But after three "Hey" and a "I'm talking to you !" you can clearly see him getting annoyed and moving on his feet, walking toward you.

"Don't move closer, you shout at him but he don't listen. He continue to move toward you

"I'm warning you, don't come crying right after.

"When a man is talking to you, you must answer you ungratefull bitch."

Your shoulders tense by hearing the final insult that made you balance your cool from boiling rage. You aren't in the mood right now to do some fuss. You just wanted to wait for your man to come pick you up. You just wanted to eat biscuit and talk about shit. But visibly the destiny choosed otherwise. This cunt is obligating you to teach him some lesson.

So you put down your grocery bags down the ground. You push your feet in front taking a fight and solid position, fist up your face. You look him up and down while he is lifting his eyebrow in a surprises expression right a few few feets away.

"Move closer and I'll break your both knees, you spit."

The shinny sign of the 24/7 right behind you glow enought for you to see his faces now. He is grinning, looking down at you.

Your breath is so loud from you getting anxious that you don't even paid attention to the fadding sound of the motorcycle from afar. The only focus right now is the tall man taking one step forward while you order him to not do it. Leading to a lot of things happening to a matter of a minute.

Baji arriving on his bike, putting a foot down a meter away from you just kicking the guy in face with a very strong foot kick. He is almost fleeing away while the cashier, from the other side of the window glasses, is watching the full scene jaw wide open.

But your boyfriend don't even bother for you. Seeing you throwing a hight kick in a large guy is very impressive, and he is really excited about it, but he isn't the type of guys showing it right away on his face or exclaming it. He just pass right behind you to bend over the grocery bag while you put your feet down. Baji didn't wanted to bother you, liking the show you are giving. You only realized he is here a few second later, scare of a presence behind you, once you wake up from your anxiety after seeing your opponent down the ground.

" Baji ?!" You jump away. "When did you arrive?? "

The concerned one is half his head on the bag. He lift it up once he hear his name, the little box of orange juice already open sipping on it.

"You're an angel, thank for the snack I were so thirsty !"

You sigh, rolling your eyes. Both of you then got up on his bike before he drive you somewhere where you can climb on a rooftop, under the shinnong moonlight.

He then process to talk :

"That was pretty impresive.

"What'ya mean, you ask with a Pocky's in the mouth.

"Your kick. You throw him away on the ground in only ONE kick ?! So cool !!" He smile right at you. " So you can actually fight?

"I told you already !

"My girl's a fighter!" He smirk. "If I would have knew for all thoses years I would had let you fight for me ! Shoulda fight you one day to test you.

"Gotta kick your'ass." You laught, he laught too, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Draken

He would trust your words, but still unconsciously would need to see it to belive you fully.

He would made fun of you from time to time like "Big girl wanna fight." and thoses shit.

After all you'll be his rock and he would mostly see you being soft for him. Kisses, cuddle, papouille, massage.

You would spend most of the time on the side, letting himself getting involved in fight simply because you trust him, and it seems to please him to fight.

From the time going on, your dynamic would be mostly Big Boy with Soft girl things. He is the scary dog privilege and you would love that (especially once he got his dark hairs, making him look more badass)...

Until one day when some guys gathered around you two. At first Draken told you to back off, that he would took care of it. And you listened. You trust him and his strenght.

But they were too much, and some were stronger than he thought ; and they had weapon. Baseball bat and that jeez shit. They were douchbag that would use any method to win against him, Draken the old higher up from the Toman, to the point they were four mans jumping on your boyfriend to block him ; each one on his arm, the two others pulling his hairs, kicking his legs to put him on his knees.

That is when you decided to enter the fight.

Despite them being douch, they didn't even paid attention to you, letting you time to prepare yourself. You tight your hairs in a small bun, zip your jacket to the top, stretch a little before coming in. You take a step back and jump on your feet, running toward the group. In a big jump you throw a big kick in a guy's back, making him fall on the ground, dragging Draken with him, leading the three others to break they position.

Once you touch the ground, you bend your knee, lift your fist in front of your face to take a defense position. You are facing a guy who sems a little surprised to see a woman in a fight ; thanks for you because it mean he isn't prepare to fight. So it easier for you to throw him a punch right in his nose, breaking it as the same time from your own strenght.

At the moment his head back from the punch, you threw your knee in his groin, making his full body gettin tense from the pain. And finally you grab his face to smash it against your other knee. Some blood sparkle on your tight and your skirt but at this point you don't care. A last kick to push him away that you turn to see his partner looking at you.

Draken is beating up the second guys standing up so you decided to take care of the last one. You throw him a kick that he dodge, but he wasn't waiting for the second one right after. He fall right in his head, making him K.O in one kick.

"Dolly, you can hear Draken's from behind. You put your hairs back to face him all smillying.

"Yes ?

"Dolly, when did you learn that ?

"I told you i can fight.

"I didn't thought fight like "fightinh like a godess" for god's sake !"

At first you didn't realized the compliment he made you. But once it hit your brain you smile even more.

"Thank you babe."

And in a minute he lift you to put you on his shoulder like a potatoes bag.

"Needa go back home, I want to learn more about your skills Doll."

Mikey

Mikey would never have truly trust you to be able to fight ; he is the protector, the invisible Mikey. HE would be the one protecting you and not the other way around. But you don't see it badly since he act like that with everybody around him.

Mikey litteraly grab you to be his side quest partner in the Toman, and you accepted it.

You are his cuddle pillow, his papouille maker. You are his soft side for whenever he don't feel like getting up in the morning.

You are the one looking after him most often when Draken don't do it. You are as childish as him when you want, but also responsible when it needed to.

You are one of thoses who helped him his whole life when he wadn't feeling like himself. Your years spent by his side until the adult life helped him being more stable, and strong.

He saw you as a treasure at this point, and decided to keep you close him at any time he can ; he isn't physically scaring but let's say you could go around a lot of part of tokyo without being bothered since people would know you are Mikey's precious treasure ; and that the Bonten would always keep an eyes on you. At 27 years olds you are the most powerfull woman in the darken industry.

It happened when you where wandering around with Mikey. You were walking around Shibuya, taking any turns when you'll felt like. You were looking for a store to buy snack ; or was it an excuse to stay around together more?

Anyway. You were both just casually walking, your hands around Mikey's one in his pocket. It's been a while since Mikey isn't that talkative blond furry ball, but you don't mind less. You are the one talking more about your boring normals work days from your daily life.

Because of course, Mikey can be the leader of the delinquency of Tokyo than he wouldn't want you to be directly a part of it.

So silent Mikey it would be.

Walking next to you.

Until his eyes caught up something.

From afar is a little supermarket, lost in a narrow alley. It's crooked, it's dark, only the light of the window is showing some life sign, but it's still here.

And Mikey's not afraid. Despite anything, that boy's always arms with you around, and at the end he is literally a walking weapon. So weird dark narrow street? Pf.

Plus, what got him is that this particulary market shop had display on the window a specific snack you both enjoyed to eat when you were younger. It's stopped to be sell from most of the city around Tokyo a few years ago, and it both made you a little sad since it was one of your fav things. So seeing it now dragged Mikey's attention.

The black haired, long tired eyes, chef Tokyo's délinquant instantly became that light blond furry ball for a short instant. Looking down at you with that little smirk smile, you can feel his hands squeezing yours.

" Look, he says. Isn't it that thing we used to eat before??"

He drags you to the shop window to point it to you. But you weren't looking at the little box of biscuit, but mostly at the two heavy men's starring at you both form the other side. Your feminin side is screaming you to not come closer as they look both of you up and down multiples times. You can see them whispering things to each other.

" It's true it's been a while, you answer still not looking at what your boyfriend is pointing.

" We should get a box, or two.

" Why not looking up the internet later? It's late.." You feel like your boy is clueless about thoses two guys and your instinct is screaming you to run away at this poiny. Did they recognized him? You hope no.

" Why not now? We don't know if we can buy them online.

" Honey..

" Sugar?" He turn around to face you and lift up your chin. " Are you still afraid of thoses two gigantic men's starring down at us inside?"

At least he saw them. You sight, nodding.

" I'll tell you to do not fear world with me by your side. I saw them trying to impress the cashier. But I want thoses biscuit."

His eyes darken a little. He squeeze your hand into his, making you shiver. It's like his touch came from a reassuring warmest to a colder ice.

Your node again and follow him in the store to the aisle where the box package is. You can feel adrenaline through your veine while your boyfriend is casually looking around for his treat like nothing is important in life.

"Aren't you thirsty?" he finally say when he see a guy's from the corner of his eyes.

You node and change the aisle. You can see him walking toward the stranger right before you loose him from sight. You hear a few words like "Aren't you from the B-" but the slight ambiante music cut the words from your ears.

So you walk to the fruit juice section, looking at then while your mind wonder.

It wonder so much you forgot, and don't hear, the second guy. That one who saw you and couldn't keep an eyes out you. He stand behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder to grab it.

The sensation turn your fight mode instantly ON. And the adrenaline is now realased in your blood.

He made you turn around in a movment you decided to follow. At the moment you faced him, you just decide to crush his feets with yours so the first though he got is pain. Then you can step back and liberate yourself from his grip at the moment his attention is focusing on the pain and the insult he is profering about you.

He bend a little in an action to grab your hairs but you dodge. Both your closed fist are at your face level, and you just throw two hard punch one after the other righ on his noses. You can instantly see his noses bleed, hearing the craquing sound of it breaking. The guys just mumble something under his breath, not knowing what happening right now.

Then you throw the third and hardest punch in his stomach, making him bend in two. And in the tighest grip you just grab both his ears and smash your knee against his faces twices. You just want to be sure he is not gonna get on his feets soons.

When he felt on the floor, you make sure that he is far away from this world for the next few minutes. You wave your hand in front of the unconscious mans, tried to open his eyes only to fell on dark stoic pupil. He is hardly breathing but you can't even care about that.

" And you were the one being worried about thoses guys? "

Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the end of the aisle. He just got one box of biscuit under the armpit, the other already open.

" Do the boy know you can fight? " He then ask while coming toward you. You can see drip of blood on his faces and feets. You have some too, and he clean them off with the end of his jackets.

"I don't like that, he mumble. I don't want you getting involved and hurt.

" I can fight, you say firmly. I can fight and defend myself."

You brush off some of his black hairs from his eyes, putting them behind his ears.

" You don't have to worry, I'll protect you. " You smile. In a second, that smile you give him seems to bring a little bit of that old Mikey you knew.

" Anything interesting ? " He says , hugging you while putting his chin on your shoulder.

" Fruit juice, you say. I want sugar.

" Me too. "

Mitsuya

Mitsuya would have hear it once but would have forgot.

He is a gentleman who would protect you everytime. Even with his sweet face, he is a hot fighter.

If anybody bother you, he come right behind you and glare at anybody bothering you.

His punch are fast and he'll end the conflict in a second.

And you didn't wanted to put yourself under the spotlight. You'd rather leave the problem being closed by the former member of the Toman so nobody come right back.

With times passing, he became calmer tho. He mature and decided to end the conflict by just menacing people.

Most of the time it work. When it's not he use violence.

And less you see him fight, more you want to let him take the first step (okay, you are an easy woman and pretty boy fightint for you is a things that charm you,, after all you are with Mutsuya so ofc you like it)

So he never suspected once you could step on him so easily. He just grown up by your side admiring how you became without any suspcion of the menace you are :)

Except that day, when he learnt about it.

You were doing shopping with Mitsuya to look for stuff for a big project he had. And eventualy he propose you to come with him as a company, also knowing you'd like to rune errand in artistic shop for your own project too. He was a lot busy thoses days, so thoses time hanging out were a reason to see you. You both spent the whole ass day outside, tchating, holding hands, laughing, stretching as much time you could out of thoses rendezvous until it was time for both of you to go back to your own flat.

And you love so much thoses times...

Anyway, the things is that when Mitsuya is looking for things in big shops, he has the tendency to go around a little be too much. You often end up loosing him from you sight inbetween two shelves of furnitures. And today was that kind of day when you didn't felt like looking for him ; after all he is a boig boy, he can manage himself. So you just decided to let him go around at his own pace and wait for him outside the shop.

And instead of waiting for him doing while nothing, you decided to treat both of you and went grabbing something to drink for you and him. It took you at least twenty minutes; but when you came back he was still in looking at things. So as a respectfull person who not gonna enter somewhere with drinks, you waited outside for him, laying against the shop's wall.

Sadly, as a girl alone in the street, you weirdly attract others people attention when you stand for more than a minute ; especially from the opposite sex. Plus you are wearing a dress so let me tell you the gaze is on you no matter what.

"Hey girl! "

A guys approach you from somewhere, but you don't even dare to look up for him; too busy on your phone, looking at cat's videos on Twitter, earthub on blasting music. It's only when the shadow on that guys cast on you that you lift you head for a split second, nod it from left to right as a clear sign of "No", with a slight smile to stay polite and out of problems, as to give him a kind of a negative answer to his approch. And right before he can say something you just jump back into the recipe you were looking.

Usually when you do that to the guys, they just passed by, happy to get you looking up to them. They are attention seeker after all.

Weirdly this one didn't move after your answer. He.. Just...chooses to just... like... well, stand in front of you. Just like a picket. He is litteraly starring down at you, giving you creepy vibes. You realized it once your video turn your screen to black and it made you almost flinch, kind of scare of that big gaze he give you. When you lift your head up, you realized simply that he is simply playing the tomboy just by seeing he is proudly wearing a kind of gang vest or some shit.

He don't talk at all, just stare, until you took of one of your earthub off.

" I.. can.. help you.. Maybe ?" You ask, nonchallant.

" What are you doing here ? "

He talk to you using a tone of voice like if he know you from somewhere. Like that kind of tone that every girl could have spotted his intention ; trying to get something from you. Like something physical. Like.. your number and.. maybe more.

''Ugh, gross, you think for yourself. ,,

" I'm waiting for my boyfriend, you sight, saying it straightforward to put things clear. Usually saying you've got a boyfriend work to made them go away. Men don't respect women choices (and don't take "no" as an answer), but they sometimes respect other men "p R o P e R t Y " (ugh, even Mitsuya would find it disrespectull to call you like that, but it help understand the men point of view of women right ?). But today is not the day.

" Oh, we can just go grab a drink until he came back then. " You lift your cup of coffee you almost finish right in front of his face as a clear answer but he just continue : " Why so mean, girly ?

" I'm busy, you say. And not interested."

" Come one. He wouldn't know anything, i'm as quiet as a livingthomb. "

"Visibly you really wanna be one by acting like that, you mutter to yourself."

He lays a hand against the wall just next to your face, lining forward, maybe thinking he is in a kind of romantic movie or something ?

At this moment it enought, you just open the cup you are holding, getting his attention on it, and just throw the remaining on his face. It splash on you, making you sight, but it made him take a step backward.

" You slut ! " He shoted. " Why the fuck ?!

" I told you i wasn't interested in you. "

The guys look up on you, then his precious vest:

" Do you know what that logo mean ? , he point at the large logo on it.

" Leave me alone, come on don't play the big-dude attitude i'll beat your ass in a minute.

" Oh yeah ?" He smile too proudly.

In the shop, the screaming the guys just scream get the attention of everybody inside, especially your boyfriend. His first reflex is to quickly look around for you in case something happen to you (which was actually happening right outside the shop). But since he can't find you, he look up at the glass windows giving view on the street. And for his own horror scenario you are litterally facing a two-feet-long-and-large dude wearing a gang symbol, looking angry as hell and ready to punch you. So, let's be honnest, of course he just break the Usain Bolt speed record and rush to the door.

But just as he pass the door, the man was going to hit you with a musclar punch direct right on your face. However, bold of him to assume he could even touch a strain of hair from you. You dodge it pretty easily. After all this guys seems musclar but it's all apperance, and his reality he is slow.

In one step, you are on his side, a hand on his shoulder, giving your best knee hit in the stomach. You made him bend from the hit, spitting saliva as he realized quick how hard you hit.

With a hand, you made him look up to you:

"I hope you'll learn your lesson." Before you hit the back of his head with your elbow. It made him go right on the ground, hitting his faces hard on the concret. At this point everybody in the street is looking at you, making you embarassed for going that far on the confrontation.

But it's when you cross your boyfriend eyes that you can't contain your blush from coming out, making you hide your face with both your hands.

" The actual fuck Princess.. "

Yes, even Mitsuya is bluffed. He went off the shop both hands open at the sky, eyes wides. He shrugg out of surprise from what he see. You do the same, saying with an embarassed smile :

" I'm... Well... Surprise i guess ?

" Since when ? , he is so stunned.

" I told you, but guess you weren't listening ? "

Takashi scratchs the back of his head, his eyes looking up as he is trying to remember that moment. The only things that came up his minds is just you talking about taking class of self defenses but he would'nt have never guess you could be that fast and efficient.

" I'm reassure then, he turn back.

" What ?

" I love so much when girl can kick my ass, he joke. Gotta get back what i took, and then we'll head up home. I need to see more. "

That one little wink he is giving you can made you understand he really want to see more.

Chifuyu

This small boy is feral too. But it doesn't change the fact he wouldn't trust you being as much feral as him.

He would tease you. And often you'll both ended up in a fight in your bed. Or in your flat.

Nothing too serious tho, just a few bruises from rolling around like childs, so he would never had seen you really fighting.

He would always put himself first in any conflict ; even verbal one.

Nobody would touch his princess.

And it would still the same even by getting older together.

When it's about you being in problem, he would always put himself first. (and would always ask for that one more ketchup sauce when you both went get macdonald after work)

So the day he would see you fight he would fall from hight.

He see you as a puppy/kitten.

But gosh, let's be honnest : he would enjoy the show so bad (and be turned on so bad too but sssht).

You have a tight shift with Chifuyu. Since he finished his studies and gotten his job, it can happen that he works also early in the morning, just like you. So it mean that both of you meet each other this morning, but in a windows of ten minutes max before both leading to work.

And it also happen that sometimes ten minutes is, of course, not enough to know each other's mood. But when Chifuyu can read it throught and see that it's not gonna be your day, he always came picking you up at your work at the end of your shift. He brings you your fav pastry before you both eat it on your way back home. But when he can't readi it throught, it became something else ; This happen once, and thankfully he didn't pick you up. You were an horrible mess and needed a good and long bath to be at least able to maitain a conversation.

And that same scenario same to repeat itself today... Except that.. well.. today have it particularity.

Today isn't your day. You miss to put your alarm, leading you having no time to prepare yourself correctly or even eat something nice. But the of all is that you miss Chifuyu's "good morning". That little "good morning" with a little cuddle kiss and smile. Thoses puppy eyes saying "I'll see you later tonight i love you". You missed it.

This is the worst of all.

So saying you head up your work place in a bad mood is really an euphemism. You are explosive. Ready to punch anybody in the throat until you can have your "good morning miss". Tho, sadly for the world, it would be not before 2 P.M.

But despite that horrible mood,the beginning of the morning wasn't that bad. Your colleague are here to cheer you up and a lot of good costumers came by the shop and we're nice. It almost made you relativize...

However, of course, deeply of course, every day have it assholes, somewhere in the world. Every. Damn. Day. Everyday someone have to deal with some monumentary bullshits. And everyday was your war, your day to deal with costumer service.

It began with a : " Do you work here? " while you are clearly wearing the bright pink uniforme of the shop with written an enormous "STAFF" on the back.

" Hello. It seems like, you answer turning yourself to de the costumer."

It's a man, late 30's. The kind of guys that, if you're a woman, you can read he is a mysogynisy pricks, and an asshole on top of everything you know?

The guys look up and down to you. He point you something like a five years old would do it and order you to find him whatever he want from it.

At this point, the whole package this man bring made you stop listening. That is true, most of costumer services turn they listening skill right after the magic world "Hello" which mean if you don't say it they won't listen.

"Hello, you repeat yourself, hopping the man would understand his lack of skills in social behavior. But he just ended up repeating himself. No" hello", "please", or "Thank you".

"Hello." third time you are saying it, knowing now after that you'll have to deal with the attitude you are giving.

"Are you kidding me or something?, the man spit.

"I mean, I'm here for you to ask things, but the minimum is an 'hello' you see my point?

" How are you talking to me? I'm asking you something.

"And I'm asking politeness.

"Costumer is King. You are supposed to give me what I want."

As far as you remember, the discussion began like it. After it, it was history and just enraging. The discussion wasn't one at the end and he ended up being taken away by security, screaming he would be waiting for you at the end of your shift.

And sure enought, even tho you wouldn't care and forgot about his treat, he did wait. At the moment you put a feet down the street, he was here.

Now what he didn't know is that, usually, you change yourself up from head to toes (even your hairs) to look completely different from what you look like as a seller. However you didn't change anything today. You are just wearing a basic sweater on top of your uniforme so that guys can recognized you if he look up for you.

And it was your plan. The plan to teach him a lesson if he dare came to you once more.

But before heading out. Before giving him an ounce of your time, you needed something nice. So you indulgy offer yourself the time to bought your morning breakfast, that famous coffee, orange juice, tea or whatever you look to have in the morning that day. You walk outside, almost forgetting what was waiting for you until...

" Hey bitch, he is walking directly toward you, pushing people out his way.

" Hey hoe, you answer only lifting your pinkie to him.

Your answer did not please him. And at the moment he is close enought, he instantly throw a punch at you. As if he was thinking that is was the best things to do... ''Big brain move i see,, you thought to yourself.

Of course you were waiting for that kind of reaction tho. Because what that guy don't know is that you lived most of your time on this shitty earth with stupid gang members adoring to beat themself up for fun. So you dodge down, put a hand on the ground and kick up in the air with all your force. Right under the chin.

You can heard his teeth doing a family gathering before he fall back on the ground. The crown directly around you stopped walking at the moment the loud noise of his jaws clapping resonnate. In a kick you putted him down so fast that not even a single person could get out they phone to film what happened.

Not even your boyfriend who was just coming toward you. Chifuyu planned from getting you from work when he saw your text " Late to work this morning. Didn't even get a '' good morning love '' :'( ". So as the best boy he cames at the end of your shift with your favorite drink and some pastry to cheer you up.

Coffee that he almost lets fall right afterseeing you kicked out a twice-your-size-men with only one kick (since when are you THAT flexible ??? A skill he would need you to explore with him,,) Because D A M N did he know he would be spectator of you kicking down a 7 ft tall man just with one kick. Did Mickey train you or something ?

Nothing to say that he was just turn on by this situation.

You can see him running right at you, thinking it was somebody else. You almost punch his face at the moment he stopped. Both his hands are full so he can't grab your shoulder to shake you up.

" SINCE WHEN ?!" He histeracly scream.

" Honey ?!

" Since when ?! Did Mikey train you ?! Why didn't I knew you could just blast off dude like that ?!"

You gesture him to calm down, but it's too late and everybody is looking at the scene. So you just grab his arms and drag him away. Once you are afar from the movment, you both sat somewhere.

" I told you, you say with a small voice. I took class-"

You can't even finish your sentence that Chifuyu's just kissed you. When he break it, you can see his eyes sparklying.

" You are FAN-TA-STIC!! Not saying you weren't or else, but DAMN cupcake you just blast him off the ground just like that- it was so cool !"

His smile say for him how much he is admiring you right now. Despite him being a well good fighter, it's seems you unlock a new look for you in his eyes.

" You'll need to show me more ! " He point his picky finger to you, holding your both cup of whatever drink you love. And you don't care that you just had one, the one he bring are always so much better.

" Be a good boy and I'll show you, you wink."

It's almost as if you could see your golden retriever boy wingling his tail at this point. And your ego loved that.

[zoobus]

So two tiktoks about karens and ghosting assholes went viral this weekend. Both of them were lies. (video source)

Transcript under the cut

Jules: The amount of videos that go viral and get posted without someone's consent has become disgusting. While over the past decades, everyone's been worried about growing government surveillance, the average civilian is becoming just as bad of a culprit. Let's get into two examples from just the past 72 hours.

First, [tiktok user] briannachickenfry.

[tiktok shown in background with caption “I GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH A CRAZY KAREN BC SHE THOUGH I STOLE HER DAUGHTER’S BOA OFF OF HER NECK?????”]

She posts an altercation between her and someone's mom in a bathroom at a Harry Styles concert. Bear with me…the bigger message is wild and this video has about 20 million views. The mom thought [Brianna] took her daughter's boa and Brianna immediately lied, saying she had it on all night.

[tiktok of Brianna talking plays] ”So then I just start lying like bitch, I've had this on all niiight, what are you talking about?”

Jules: That follow up video was quickly deleted or taken down? I'm not sure. But yeah, she lied.

Will we ever know the initial altercation or if it was actually the daughter’s boa that Brianna slyly stole or grabbed from the ground or whatever? No, unless it becomes normal for bathrooms to be surveilled.

Regardless, I don't need to know. All I need to know is that Brianna posted a drunk rage towards someone who is not on the internet like that, to her audience of 1.6 million people. She continuously called the mom a…

[another tiktok of Brianna plays] “Crazy fucking bitch!”

Jules:…when she was pretty calm throughout the entire video. She also said stuff like:

[another tiktok of Brianna plays] “Oh my gooodddd, I hope you get hit by a fucking car you-“

Jules: and:

[another tiktok of Brianna plays] “Her daughter’s like, about to cry, I feel so horrible for your daughter, you’re mother’s a stupid fucking bitch, don’t even get me fucking started, I want to FUCK-ing kill her. You’re also a stupid bitch but anyway-“

Jules: …and is now selling t shirts about it.

The people in Briana's comment section, eating this shit up, stop being NPCs and looking at everything through the lens of a fucking meme. There are real people who get put in humiliating positions on a scale that is unfathomable to their everyday lives because of whack ass as behavior like this.

Okay, I'm not shocked because Barstool social media accounts have always thrived off of amplifying this type of content. I'm not saying that out of spite, I have respect for Dave Portnoy. Anyway.

Second, a girl recorded a guy on the street claiming she was supposed to go on a date with him, but that he said he was out of town when he wasn't. This gotcha video got 1.3 million views and many of the comments reverted to targeting the guy's appearance. He stitched the video saying, I do not know the person who recorded this. It is a complete lie. He's in a relationship and it could have been his girlfriend who came across this and was like, what the hell?

He talked about how the comment section was hurtful. Like yeah, I didn't do that. This is still how I look, so…those comments aren't void.

The girl apologized saying she just posts videos of a range of dating scenarios and that she thought it was okay because he had his head down etc. Again, it's this whole mindset of looking at things through the lens of a meme. It dehumanizes people and looks at them as nothing but characters and it's shared on the internet and permanence to an unpredictable audience. Despite apologizing she still has the video posted as of right now. You know, got to keep those metrics up.

So yeah, look, strangers being documented isn't new. You might be in the back of 10 family photos for all, you know. But as technology and culture, especially around media evolves, these things are happening on a more frequent and intense level. No one is safe and we feel that. Anytime someone takes a photo or video, we default assume that it's gonna be posted or sent somewhere. Meanwhile, just over a decade ago, it felt like people were more comfortable in front of cameras because the default assumption was that it was going to stay in a personal bubble.

In a digital world increasingly run by recommendation algorithms, we all have more leveled responsibility. Each and every one of us plays a role in holding ourselves and others accountable. Last year, I discussed twitter's new policy protecting general consent and all other platforms need to follow suit.