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Butcher Shop Connection - FINALE

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: DV, abuse, ex breaking into house, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: Years after overcoming loss, you find peace with Simon, your steady support. When Tom, a figure from your past, returns, Simon defends you, subduing Tom and reaffirming his commitment. You, now free from fear, embrace a future with Simon, built on trust and love.

A/N: And there you have it, folks—our heartfelt drama meets its fist-throwing, police-siren-climax conclusion! 😌💥 Who knew Simon had such a flair for multitasking—protecting, loving, AND taking out the trash (literally)? To everyone who's been here since the beginning: you're the real MVPs. And if you're just here for Simon's jawline and knuckle-dusting heroics…same. Same. 💖✨

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 - Promises Kept

Years Later…

The sun lingers low in the sky, casting its warm, golden light across the familiar street that has witnessed so many of your life’s milestones. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of the trees that line the pavement, the world quietly turning. You stand at the window, the worn ceramic of your coffee mug nestled in your hands, its warmth a comforting companion to the chill of the evening air. It's been years since Tom was taken from your life, yet the shadows of those days still hover just beneath the surface of your thoughts, unwelcome but persistent. You’ve found peace in the time that has passed, but it hasn’t come without its cost—time, after all, is the only healer that requires you to face the wounds it leaves behind.

The sound of the doorbell interrupts your reverie, and with it comes a rush of anxious energy, the sharp reminder that some echoes of the past never quite fade. You take a steadying breath, knowing it’s just Simon, and yet the instinctive surge of anxiety still clutches at your chest. You open the door, and there he is—Simon, standing tall in the late afternoon light, with that grin of his that has always made you feel like everything might just be alright. His dark hair is slightly tousled, his broad shoulders relaxed but still carrying the weight of every promise he’s made to you.

"Ready for our road trip?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, a familiar spark of mischief in his eyes. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, the touch gentle, like he’s always known exactly how to calm the storm within you.

You can’t help but smile back, feeling the flicker of joy beneath your ribs. "Let’s do it," you reply, the weight of years of struggle, loss, and fear dissolving just for a moment, leaving behind only the warmth of his presence.

Simon has been a quiet anchor in your life, a steady presence that has filled the emptiness Tom left behind. His laughter has become a balm for the deep scars, and his quiet moments—those fleeting seconds where nothing is said, only felt—have slowly woven themselves into the fabric of your heart.

The following morning from your much needed roadtrip brings with it a chill that brushes against your skin like an unwelcome reminder of colder days. The familiar routine of your day is like any other—until you walk toward your car and find it refusing to start. Your hand turns the key in frustration, but the engine just sputters, its refusal an unwelcome reminder of how even the smallest of setbacks can stir the seeds of anxiety.

You lean against the hood, a heavy sigh slipping from your lips, when you hear Simon’s voice. “Stubborn old thing, isn’t she?” he calls out, his truck rumbling behind him, the engine running smoothly as always.

“Ugh, tell me about it,” you mutter, kicking the tire in mock frustration, the playful energy returning with his presence.

Simon chuckles, a sound that fills the space between you both with warmth. "I’ll let you borrow my trusty steed. It’s just begging to be taken for a spin." His grin is wide and easy, his eyes shining with that same lighthearted mischief that always manages to break through the tension.

You laugh and nod, grateful for his offer. As he bends down to hand you the keys, his lips brush against your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture that still sends warmth blossoming across your skin. He waves as he heads back toward the house, and you stand there for a moment, the weight of his affection settling into the marrow of your bones. For a fleeting second, you feel a strange contentment—a quiet peace that, for now, erases the anxieties that have clung to you for years.

The day trudges on, as days often do, and by the time the evening wraps its cool fingers around the sky, you find yourself weary, your bones heavy with the fatigue of living. You expect Simon to be there when you get home—waiting with dinner, or a book, or maybe just curled up on the couch ready to watch one of your favorite movies. But tonight, something feels off. The lights are dim, the atmosphere heavy with an unspoken tension that coils in the corners of the room.

And then you see it—the unmistakable shape of Tom’s car parked outside. The sight of it sends a jolt through your chest, a cold wave of panic crashing into the calm you’d fought so hard to build. Tom is back.

For a moment, your world tilts on its axis, a dizzying blend of fear and dread. What if he’s here for you-or worse-Simon? What if he wants to finish what he started all those years ago?

Inside the House

The door slams open, the sound sharp and final in the stillness of the house.

Tom steps into view like a shadow from the past, his presence heavy with menace. His eyes glint with the same malicious energy that you remember so well, the anger in them simmering like a pot about to boil over. Your heart races as you backpedal, moving swiftly toward the back of the house, your mind whirling with options.

You find Simon in the kitchen, every muscle in his body tense, his eyes locked on the doorway as if waiting for the storm to break. The silence is broken by Tom’s voice—grating, laced with venom. "I always knew you were a coward," he sneers at Simon. "You can’t protect them forever."

Simon’s posture stiffens, his hands curling into fists. He’s not the same person he was when he first entered your life. The boy who once faltered under the weight of his own fears has been replaced by a man who will do anything to protect what’s his.

“I promised…” Simon growls, his voice low and dangerous, a quiet fury pulsing through each word. He’s not scared anymore. He’s not the boy who had no choice but to endure. Now, he’s a man who stands tall in the face of any threat.

Tom lunges, but Simon is faster, his movements fluid and precise. With a single, sharp pivot, Simon blocks Tom’s advance, his fist connecting with Tom’s jaw in a sickening crack that reverberates through the room.

Your head swirls with memories of the past, faded scars feel fresh, but after you come back to reality you rush into the kitchen, your breath catching in your throat as you see the scene before you. Tom, unconscious, slumped in a chair, his hands bound tightly with a cord from a nearby table lamp. Simon stands over him, his fists bloodied but his stance unwavering, his eyes fierce with the same protective resolve that has kept you safe all these years.

“Simon!” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper.

For a heartbeat, time seems to stand still. Simon looks at you, his expression a mixture of rage and regret, his breath coming in short bursts as he wipes the blood from his knuckles. “I promised,” he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of every sacrifice he’s ever made. “That I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise.”

Before you can process the words, the wail of sirens pierces the air, growing louder until the officers burst into the house. The sight of them seems almost surreal—too much, too fast. You stand there, frozen, as they quickly take in the scene, their eyes flicking from Simon to Tom and back again.

Soon, Tom is being led away in handcuffs, his face contorted with fury, his pride shattered but his anger never once dimming. The reality of what just transpired begins to settle in, and you feel a wave of disbelief wash over you.

The house falls quiet once the police have gone, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on your chest. You find Simon sitting beside the kitchen table, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his breath still ragged from the confrontation. You move toward him, your heart aching for him in a way that words could never fully capture.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, his voice thick with something you can’t quite place—regret, perhaps, or maybe just the remnants of fear. He doesn’t need to say more.

You take his hand, the calluses on his palm familiar and comforting, and shake your head. “You protected me,” you murmur, the truth of those words resonating in every fiber of your being.

His eyes meet yours, and in them, you see the depth of his devotion. “You are my world,” he admits softly, pulling you close, and for the first time in years, you allow yourself to believe it.

In the days that follow, the world begins to feel lighter, the weight of the past easing with each passing moment. Together, you and Simon rebuild what was broken, finding strength in one another. You are no longer defined by the shadows that once haunted you; instead, you are shaped by the love and protection that Simon has given you, and the life that you both will now create, free from fear, free from the wreckage of the past.

And for the first time in years, you look toward the future with hope—a future built on trust, on promises kept, and on the quiet understanding that, no matter what, you’ll always have each other.

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between the lines (chapter 8)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader. warnings: none. word count: 1.499 words.

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Y/N was midway through her morning coffee when a knock at her office door startled her. She glanced up to see Maria Hill standing there, arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face.

“Got a minute?” Maria asked.

Y/N set her mug down. “Always. What’s up?”

Maria stepped in, gesturing to the hallway. “We’ve got a new recruit on the comms team. Fresh out of training. He’s good, but he’s green. I need you to show him the ropes.”

Y/N nodded, already mentally rearranging her schedule. “Sure thing. Where is he?”

Maria stepped aside, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair and an easy smile. “This is Ethan Carter. Ethan, meet Y/N. She’ll be your guide while you get settled.”

Ethan stepped forward, his smile widening. “It’s great to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about your work.”

Y/N shook his hand, offering a polite smile. “Nice to meet you too, Ethan. Let’s get started.”

As the day went on, it became clear that Ethan was sharp and eager to impress—and far too confident for someone so new to S.H.I.E.L.D.. His compliments that came frequently made her skin crawl, and his tendency to linger too close didn’t go unnoticed.

“Seriously,” Ethan said, leaning against the edge of her desk with a grin, “how do you make all this look so effortless? You’re like the comms department’s MVP.”

Y/N forced a polite smile. “It’s just experience,” she replied, focusing on the screen in front of her.

“You must have everyone here wrapped around your finger,” he continued, his tone dripping with flirtation. “If I were your boss, I’d be giving you a raise every month just to keep you around.”

Y/N’s fingers froze over her keyboard, her patience wearing thin. “That’s… very generous of you to say,” she said curtly, hoping he’d take the hint.

But Ethan was oblivious—or maybe he just didn’t care. He moved closer, his arm brushing hers as he peered at her monitor. “You’re gonna have to tell me your secret. How does someone like you stay so good at their job and still look amazing while doing it?”

Before Y/N could summon a response that wasn’t outright snapping at him, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Y/N’s head shot up, and her heart stuttered at the sight of Bucky standing in the doorway. He was dressed casually in a black long-sleeve shirt and jeans, but his posture was tense, and his sharp blue eyes flicked between her and Ethan.

“Not at all,” Ethan said cheerfully, either unaware or unfazed by the edge in Bucky’s voice. He extended a hand. “Ethan Carter. I’m new here.”

Bucky stared at Ethan’s outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it briskly. “Bucky Barnes,” he said, his tone neutral.

Y/N cleared her throat, standing from her chair to create some distance between herself and Ethan. “Bucky, what brings you here?” she asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from whatever this was turning into.

“Just thought I’d stop by and say hi,” Bucky said, his gaze finally settling on her. His expression softened slightly, but there was still a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky,” Ethan said, oblivious to the tension. He turned back to Y/N with an easy grin. “Anyway, Y/N, I’ll let you get back to work. But don’t forget—you promised to show me the rest of the analytics tools after lunch.”

Y/N’s smile was strained. “Right. After lunch.”

Ethan gave her a wink before strolling out of the office, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe with a frown. “Seems like you’ve got a fan.”

Y/N groaned, sinking back into her chair. “Don’t start. He’s... a lot.”

But Bucky barely seemed to register what she said. He pushed off the doorframe, his jaw tightening. “Right. Well, I should let you get back to it.”

“Wait, are you—” Y/N started, but he was already halfway out the door.

“See you later, Y/N,” he said over his shoulder, his tone flat.

Y/N sat frozen at her desk, staring at the empty doorway in confusion. What the hell just happened?

The rest of the day passed uneventfully—at least, until the night, when Bucky was called away for a mission. Y/N did n’t have time to say goodbye before he was gone, leaving her with a strange sense of unease.

The mission itself wasn’t supposed to be complicated, but something went wrong. In the heat of battle, an unintended chain of events led to the destruction of a public square. By the time Bucky returned, the media had seized on the incident, painting S.H.I.E.L.D. as reckless and dangerous.

Y/N had barely settled at her desk in the morning when Maria Hill called her into the briefing room.

“We need damage control,” Maria said bluntly. “Barnes is at the center of this, and I want you to work with him to manage the fallout.”

Y/N didn’t have to be told twice. made her way into the debriefing room, finding Bucky sitting at the far end of the table. His posture was as confident as ever—shoulders squared, arms crossed—but there was something in his expression that felt off. His gaze flickered up briefly when she entered, but instead of his usual warm acknowledgment, his face was unreadable.

“Hey,” she said softly, stepping inside.

His head snapped up, and for a brief moment, relief flickered in his eyes. “Hey,” he echoed.

“Maria wants us to handle the PR mess together,” she said, sliding into the chair across from him. “You okay with that?”

He nodded, though his expression remained heavy.

Her brow furrowed. “You don’t seem fine. Is this about the mission fallout? Because I’m here to help sort that out.”

Bucky glanced away. “It’s not about the mission.” His tone was sharp but quiet, as though he was holding back something.

Y/N tilted her head, confused. “Then what’s going on?”

He let out a small, bitter laugh and leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. “Nothing. Just... didn’t know you were so good at ‘training’ new recruits.”

Her eyes widened slightly at the implication, and it took her a moment to connect the dots. “Wait—this is about Ethan?”

Bucky’s silence spoke volumes. He stared down at the table, the muscle in his jaw working overtime as he avoided her gaze.

Y/N sighed, leaning forward. “Bucky. He’s a new guy, and I was doing my job. If he came across as flirty, I didn’t exactly encourage it.”

“You didn’t stop him either,” Bucky muttered under his breath.

Her jaw dropped. 

He looked up at her finally, his blue eyes full of conflict.

Y/N’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “Are you serious right now? You think—” She cut herself off, the words dying on her lips as the weight of what she was about to say settled between them.

“Think what?” Bucky asked, his voice softening slightly, though the tension in his frame remained.

She shook her head, her frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. “Never mind. Forget it.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I didn’t mean to... I just—” He paused, his voice trailing off. “It’s not my business.”

Y/N felt a pang in her chest at his deflection. “Bucky, if you have something to say, just say it. Don’t dance around it.”

But before he could respond, the door opened, and a S.H.I.E.L.D. communications officer poked their head in. “We’re ready to go live in ten minutes.”

Y/N straightened her posture as she glanced at Bucky. “We’ll talk about this later.” Her tone was firm, leaving little room for argument.

He nodded.

They worked side by side, crafting statements and strategies to diminish the damage. Bucky was quiet for most of it, only speaking up when necessary, but his gratitude was palpable.

As they wrapped up, Y/N leaned back in her chair, stretching. “That should cover the initial wave of criticism,” she said.

Bucky nodded, his gaze fixed on the table. “Thanks for helping me with this.”

“It’s what I do,” she said lightly, though her tone softened. “But seriously, Bucky—you’re too hard on yourself. Accidents happen.”

“Not when you’re me,” he muttered, his jaw tightening.

Y/N reached out, her fingers brushing his hand.

He finally looked at her, his blue eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite name. 

The tension between them was palpable. As they exited the room, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just about Ethan—it was about them and whatever it was they were becoming.

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🌹Her Romeo🌹

Pairing: Avenger Loki x insecure! Female reader

Warnings: crying, anxiety, depression, Thor and Val being mvp's, I think that's it.....we're still in the angst but we're getting there.....

Summary: Val tries to talk sense into you while Thor surprises you....

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Part Four -- Part Five-

Val walked to the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee hearing you come down the stairs, looking up as you walked into the kitchen "morning, what are your plans today?" Val asked sipping her coffee "Well, I have work and....that's it." You said grabbing a mug from the cabinet. "Have you talked to Loki yet?" Val asked seeing your jaw clench "no, I haven't." You said sighing "y/n, it's been two days, don't you think...." you turned cutting her off "Val, I have thought about it, and I can't." You said sipping your coffee "your not even gonna hear him out? Two years and that's it?" Val asked crossing her arms. "Look, I know your just trying to help me, but I'll be fine....I always am." You said slipping your coat on.

"Besides, he'll be happier too." You said grabbing your purse "and what makes you think that?" Val asked following you to the door. "Because...I'm not what he wants." You said opening the door "y/n, that's not true and you know it." Val said grabbing your shoulder "Val it's fine, I'll see you tonight." You said quickly leaving before she could say anything else. Val sighed, heading back to the kitchen she picked up her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she found the one she needed. Her thumb hovered over his name, knowing you would be upset if you found out but something wasn't adding up. She took a deep breath, pressing the green button she held it up to her ear listened to it ring.

"Hello? Y/n?" She heard Loki's panicked voice through the speaker "no loki, it's val." She said hearing him sigh "apologies, I did not look at the screen." He said shakely "it's fine, listen I need to talk to you for a minute." She said "I am sorry but I can't right now, i need to be available if y/n calls." He said. Swearing she heard a sniffle she sighed "Loki, I know what happened, well what y/n told me." She said hearing silence on the other end "now I know you and I don't know eachother super well, but I love y/n and I know you do too." She continued "so, I want to hear your side." She said sitting on the couch. "Listen, Valerie I do not..." Loki started before going silent again "I'm not going to say anything, I'm just going to listen." Val said hearing him sigh "very well, but first tell me...have you spoken to her? Is she safe?" He asked "yes, she's ok...well as ok as can be expected." Val replied

"Good, I'm glad to hear she is safe. I haven't heard from her since..." he trailed off "Loki, I'm gonna be honest she is not planning on coming back." Val said "w..what do you mean?" Loki asked, his voice cracking in the speaker "let's just start with what happened and go from there." She listened as Loki recanted everything that had happened in the last month, the constant rehearsals, the days spent at that woman's house, the way you acted when he got home until he got to the end "ok, so what exactly happened the other night when the shit hit the fan?" Val asked leaning forward "well, I was in my dressing room, preparing to take y/n to dinner, I had a surprise for her and my nerves were a bit on edge." He said with a sad laugh.

"Samantha came in congratulating me when things suddenly changed." He said taking a deep breath "she started telling me I deserved better then y/n, and that she would treat me better, but Valerie I swear to you I did not do anything untoward." Loki said sternly "I turned down her advances but she lunged at me, kissing me before I could stop her when y/n walked in and...well you know the rest." He sighed. "I see, so you didn't..." Val trailed off "absolutely not!" Loki snapped making Val jump "apologies, no I did not. I would never do such a thing to my love. I was actually..." loki trailed off sniffling "you where what?" Val asked "at dinner, I was going to propose. I love y/n more then I have ever loved anyone. But from what you are telling me I've lost my opportunity." Loki said shakely

"let me talk to her, I'll see what I can do but Loki...I don't know. You know how stubborn she is." Val said hearing him laugh "I know it well." He said "Valerie, I cannot tell you how sorry I am for all of this." Loki said, sadness laced in his voice "Well, if I know y/n she tends to clam up when she's upset." Val said sighing "which doesn't help anything, the stubborn mule." She laughed hearing him laugh "will you do something for me Valerie?" Loki asked "if things don't work out, will you look after her, keep an eye on her?" Loki asks shakely "try not to think like that, I'll be in touch." Val said rubbing her eyes "Alright, thank you Valerie." He said "your welcome Loki" She said, pulling the phone away hanging up. She sat back with a deep sigh "now how am I going to do this?" She said to herself leaning her head on the back of the couch.

Thor stood outside your apartment, shifting back and forth before knocking hearing shuffling on the other side when Loki opened the door "Brother, what are you doing here?" Loki asked glaring at him "y/n asked me to come by and grab a few of her things." Thor said quietly seeing Loki step aside letting him in. "She did not wish to come?" Loki asked walking to the couch "she thought this would be easier." Thor said as Loki sat down. Thor took in his appearance, his hair matted and unkempt, his eyes bloodshot and his skin blotchy "Loki I must ask, did you.." Thor started when Loki's blank stare met his "no, I did not." Loki huffed sitting back. "She manipulated me, I had my suspicions but I did not see it in time." Loki explained seeing Thor nod. "Well, I will grab her things and be on my way." Thor said seeing Loki look up at him before turning his head towards the window.

Walking into the bedroom he grabbed the suitcase y/n told him about, going through the room he grabbed what clothes were hers when he spotted a picture of the two of them on the nightstand. He recognized it as last years Christmas party. You were in a deep green dress, him in his black suit as you stood under a mistletoe. Thor was the one who took the picture just as they kissed. He peeked out into the living room seeing Loki hadn't moved before he walked over grabbing the frame and placing it gently under some of the clothes before zipping it up and returning to the living room.

"She really isn't coming back is she?" Loki whispered barely loud enough to hear "I do not know, all I know is that she is hurt and trying to decide what to do." Thor said standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. "But I must get these things to her, I will call you later." Thor said walking towards the door "Thor.." loki called out making him turn "will you...could you tell her I love her.." loki asked leaning forward "please.." he finished fidgeting with his fingers "I will." Thor said seeing Loki look down "and I do hope you two can work through this, you are good for eachother, I will do what I can to help." Thor said seeing Loki nod as he walked to the door.

He walked out to his car, placing the suitcase in the trunk he got in and headed towards the tower. He racked his brain trying to think of what he could do to help, but he was honeslty at a loss. You were stubborn and insistent of what happened, and by the looks of Loki he had given up. He sighed, parking the car before grabbing your bag heading up to your office. "Y/n, here are the things you asked for." He said walking in "Thank you Thor, I appreciate it." You said stuffing the bag under your desk. "May I ask a question?" Thor asked leaning on your desk "sure, what's up?" You asked looking up at him "what is your plan? Will you be speaking with Loki?" He asked "I don't know yet. After everything I just...I can't see him right now." You said looking down.

"Well, he wanted me to tell you he loves you." Thor said seeing you sigh "until next week maybe." You huffed turning around "y/n, may I be honest for a moment?" Thor asked crossing his arms "I have known my brother for a century, and then some." He laughed leaning back "he is tricky, sarcastic, egotistical and in his youth quite the ladies man." Thor said shaking his head "and that's supposed to make me feel better?" You asked glaring at him "my point is, I have watched him go through partners as one would through tissues." Thor said looking at you "but you...you have stirred something inside him i have never seen before." He said making you furrow your eyebrows. "You see, satisfaction is not in his nature, he never kept anyone more then maybe two nights before they were replaced by another, but you my dear have held his heart for two years." He said.

"I have seen the way he looks at you, heard how he speaks of you, you are everything to him. You make him want to be better." Thor said watching you nod "you don't have to decide anything right now, just think of what I said, and I am here if you need me." Thor said standing up "Thank you Thor, I appreciate it." You said seeing him nod as he walked out of your office closing the door behind him. You turned your computer off, sliding the suitcase from under your desk you set it on top, opening it you shifted your clothes making sure Thor grabbed what you needed when your hand hit something hard "what the.." you trailed off, pulling it out seeing the picture that had resided on your nightstand. You remember the night like it was yesterday, the way Loki wouldn't leave your side, clinging to you like he was afraid you would get lost.

You ran your fingers over the glass, a teardrop landing on it pulling you out of your thoughts "Thor, you big sap." You laughed sadly putting the frame back in the suitcase wiping your face. You zipped it up looking at your phone, your heart screaming to call him, go see him but your mind jumped in reminding you why you couldn't. You grabbed your things locking your office you headed to the car park and back to Val's house.

"Hey, how was your day?" Val asked as you walked through the door "fine, how about you?" You asked setting your bag down hanging your coat up "oh you know...the life of an architect." She said laughing "soooo exciting...What's that?" She asked pointing at the suitcase "I asked Thor to go grab some things for me." You said hearing her sigh "don't start, i...I can't see him right now." You said grabbing the bag "y/n, you need to stop being so stubborn and talk to him." Val said sternly "so are you my friend or his?" You snapped glaring at her "both of yours, that's why I'm trying to help." Val said crossing her arms "Well maybe you shouldn't! I just....I'm going to bed." You snapped walking to the stairs.

"Y/n, you need to deal with this, you can't keep running from it." Val said making her stop. "I am dealing with it, I just...j need some space." You sighed heading up the stairs. Val shook her head walking to the kitchen grabbing her phone, pulling the number up she glanced at the stairs before pressing the button "Hey..yeah its me, look I have a plan. It may be crazy but what's life without a little crazy." She said laughing "so this is what your going to do..."

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[reddit-007]

Why My Dog Is the Real MVP of Security (and Possibly the Local Squirrel Mafia)

So, the other day, I was lounging on the couch in my usual state of enlightenment (aka binge-watching questionable reality TV) when I heard a suspicious noise outside. You know, that sound that makes you question all your life choices leading to this moment?

Enter Sir Barkington, my 70-pound golden retriever, who thinks he’s a ferocious wolf. The moment the noise happens, he transforms from a cuddly fluffball into the canine equivalent of a Navy SEAL. He leaps off the couch like he’s just spotted a squirrel plotting a heist, and I swear, his butt barely touches the ground.

Meanwhile, I’m frozen like a deer in headlights, thinking of all the “what-ifs.” What if it’s a criminal? What if they steal my collection of “World's Best Cat Dad” mugs?

But Sir Barkington? He’s already on it. He runs to the window, barking like he’s auditioning for the dog version of “Cops.” I’m standing behind him, feeling like I’m in a poorly written buddy cop movie.

And let’s be honest: the only thing Sir Barkington is really protecting me from is a rogue pizza delivery guy and the mailman who just wants to drop off my overdue bills.

In the end, I take a deep breath, realizing that with my furry bodyguard on duty, my biggest worry is that he’ll steal my snacks instead. So here’s to dogs: they give us a false sense of security while ensuring that no squirrel goes unbarked at! 🐶🥳

P.S. If anyone sees a squirrel with a ski mask lurking around, just know that Sir Barkington is ready for action!

[marleysfinest]

reiner x reader, post-war smut drabble. cw injury, bleeding

big up wife @pisspope for the inspo for this one u the mvp

there was something about the winter months. something about the way the frost clung to the frozen leaves, how the morning air was so deadly silent, the sounds of nature blanketed and muffled by thick mist clouding the way. the way that life seemed to all but stop, as the insects and birds fell silent as they hid from the chill of the air, hoping to survive until the thaw of spring.

you stand against the frozen pillar of the porch, cloak wrapped tightly around your shoulders as you cradle your piping mug of tea to your chest. the steam that billows out is thick and milky white as it hits the freezing air, but you welcome the way it's warming you until it cools enough to drink. you stare out at the sprawling meadow, coated in frost and leaving just the slightest hint of minty-green of the grass beneath. the sun is rising slowly above the horizon, and soon the frost will melt.

it's been six months since the history-altering march of the titans and, while life is beginning to resume slowly, you can still make out the slightest outlines of footprints across the meadow, the tracks having moulded the earth forever. you come out here in the mornings to breathe in new life, but as much as you welcome living another day, this reminder will always be here to greet you. as you lose yourself yet again in a daydream of the past six months, you almost don't hear the door behind you open. before you can turn to take a look at him, reiner wraps you in his arms and another cloak for good measure.

"morning," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. his arms wrap around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder, his sudden presence bathing you in heat. you mutter a 'good morning' in return, and rest your head against his.

"I don't like waking up to an empty bed. it's freezing, why don't you come inside?" he asks. you realise that you perhaps should, although that would mean moving from this embrace.

"I'm warm," you reply, "as long as you stay here I'll be just fine."

he huffs a laugh, sending warm air across your collarbone.

"well, I don't have a shirt on, and you are going to catch your death in that nightdress. c'mon."

he loosens his grip and moves to grab a fistful of your nightdress, gently tugging you back inside. despite knowing you should get out of the cold, something about the vista in front of you is begging you to stay and finish your drink, and so you resist his pleas at first.

"let me drink my tea, rei," you insist, knowing your refusal will be driving him mad. he channels so much of himself into making sure you're alright; he'd hate the thought of you being in the cold without him. you already know he's pouting before you turn to look at him. his eyes flicker to the steaming drink, meaning that if not for the risk of scalding you, he'd have scooped you off your feet by now. he looks defeatedly at the tea in your hands and sighs before moving in close to you. you look up to him, wide-eyed, and drink in his appearance. his eyes are still a little hooded, weighed down by sleep, and his golden hair is in disarray after another restless night. despite his dishevelled appearance, he has never looked better. with all the care in the world, he brings himself close to you, and it's then you feel him pressed up against your hip.

"the bed was empty when I woke up," he utters, "you know what kind of torture that is? to roll over and not have you right there?"

you smile, and blow on your drink.

"sorry," you say sweetly, "I guess I just wanted to see what lengths you'd go to to find me."

he sighs again, this time throwing in the gentlest hint of a growl with it, before leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. it's firm and intense, and although the tea is warm and sweet, who are you to deny him?

"leave that out here, it'll cool down soon enough," he whispers, knowing you can't resist him when he asks, "I won't keep you long."

you sigh, trying to appear inconvenienced, but you follow him in a heartbeat. he leads you across the threshold and immediately the air is warmer; the fire hasn’t been going for long, but it’s already enveloped the room like a warm hug. he doesn’t give you long to appreciate the more comfortable temperature; before you have much of a chance to shrug off your shawl, reiner is on you, gently sliding the woollen knit from your shoulders and slipping his hands beneath your nightdress. his hands are delightfully warm, and already you can feel the heat beating from his chest. as he pulls you close to him, waist to waist and chest to chest, he swoops down to plant another kiss on your lips, but this one is far more passionate, far more meaningful. he lets one hand remain on the small of your back while the other repositions itself to the back of your head, holding you firmly against him.

he wastes no time in removing your nightdress completely, and in almost the same swift movement, his pyjama trousers have been recklessly discarded, almost landing in the fireplace. his breath is heavy, almost frantic, matching his movements which are bordering on hasty.

“rei - ” you breathe as he lays you on the couch in front of the fire, hoping that he’d pick up on the suggestion to slow down. while his enthusiasm was most welcome, it wasn’t exactly the norm for him, and you’d rather be assured that he’s alright rather than let him maintain this pace in any discomfort. he positions himself on top of you, firmly between your legs, and for a second you swear you can feel his heart beating against your chest.

“what?” he asks between kisses. he pushes himself hard against your heat, desperate to get right down to it, you can tell.

“slow down,” you whisper with a smile, “you don’t have to hurry.”

“yes, I do,” he replies instantly, hooking your leg over his shoulder, “I need you now.”

there was no need to question it. it was clear in his voice; if you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought he was a man possessed. but there was something about his tone that, while urgent and ragged, showcased his ecstasy and his joy, two emotions decidedly not often attributed to reiner braun, and it’s because of this that you decide not to push the matter any further, and let him do things the way he wanted.

he takes a second to adjust himself before entering you roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips that seems to spur him on. he’s so hard and so worked up that it’s almost concerning, but you’re in no position to care. he ruts into you with fervour and force, hitting that sweet spot again and again, mercilessly with no room for relief. he buries himself into your neck, kissing and sucking away, and in an attempt to both ground yourself and feel him deeper, you dig your nails into his shoulders, not realising the force with which you’re doing it. he lifts his head to look at you, really look at you as your foreheads rest together and you both feel your releases brewing. he grips you by the jaw as you come together, pulsing in ecstasy on the couch and, despite the freezing temperatures outside, feeling your sweat mix with his. he brushes a bead of sweat from your brow as time seems to stand still, this moment of contentment and pleasure on pause for as long as you wanted. until, that is, you see the red claw marks on his shoulders.

“rei!” you exclaim quietly, feeling embarrassed and guilty, “rei, you’re bleeding.”

the spell that he’s under is broken, and he’s craning his head to look for the source of your concern. he sees the claw marks and tiny beads of blood, but isn’t concerned or angry. in fact, there’s something else, something beyond, as he sits up to examine it closer. you start to feel worried that you’ve overstepped a boundary, especially when you see his eyes begin to well up. your eyes widen in horror.

“no, baby, don’t cry!” you squeal, “I’m so sorry!”

it stuns you when he smiles as the tears tumble across his cheek. he taps at the scratches so that his fingertips are tinted red, and swallows heavily.

“I haven’t bled in years,” he says, his voice breaking. despite your disbelief and horror, you realise that he looks happy. he looks euphoric. “I can feel it. I can still see it.”

you feel tears of your own begin to well as you realise the cause of his emotion; finally being able to have something to show for his injuries, something decidedly more human than he was used to. he looks at you with a warm grin.

“do it again.”

[another-dra-anew]

What do you think would've happened if Tsurugi died instead of Kurokawa in chapter 1?

was so hard to get my thoughts on this down coherently... but this is such a good question i had to power through and get an answer out !!

(written with like... i wanted to keep it in the same exact setting Just Changing that inori kills tsu instead of kurokawa. tried to get a bit into how this'd affect the rest of the game, but trying to avoid spoiling stuff before that!)

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set up:

immediately, my brain goes to why? not that that's the question, but i wanted to think about it. you'll realize quickly that i thought about this a lot. we could say that inori accidentally killed tsurugi (too much force when hitting his head), but i feel like the route of an accidental murder doesn't really work with inoris character. she explicitly made the choice to kill, and planned out her murder well in advance, even though the mastermind did coerce her specifically.

i think she'd kill tsurugi because of how he kinda works against her fears, and her motive. inori killed because she was paranoid someone would kill her, and felt ostracized and alone. she'd have known from her motive video that tsurugi had multiple loved ones shown in his, and would be worried he was hiding how upset he was about the motive. additionally, similar to how she was upset over kurokawas blatant distress, i think tsurugi's goal of getting everyone to relax would make inori bitter.

case:

i think tsurugi would effectively keep his injuries, but more severe/multiple blows to the head? a stab in the spine to get him down, then blows to the head until he wasn't breathing anymore. or, honestly, i can see her going back to the sharp point of the drill, knowing she's very likely to get caught, and going after his brain stem. either way, inori knows this is her one shot, and she's Screwed if she messes up, so she's Getting him!! stab stab stab whack whack whack! (contrast with yamaguchi, who stabbed/cut mekaru multiple times as well, but did so out of uncertainty and struggle with committing to it.)

inori would still go for drugging tsurugi, i don't think she'd drug kurokawa? i think i'd have someone notice that inori was drinking coffee during the dining hall party, and she'd claim it was decaf. in trial, somebody (maybe kurokawa?) would casually remark on something that we can extrapolate to mean that the decaf hadn't been used that night- coffee grounds, what container was open, etc. maybe a specific coffee pot is decaf only, and didn't need to be washed? anyways, the reason i say that is because not drugging tsurugi means that kurokawa would discover his body pretty quickly, at least once she was done cleaning, if not earlier, should she get worried about his absence.

trial:

this leads us to a fun trial set-up where the kids had laid down for bed, and are getting more and more tired as the trial goes on. also, bit of a fun reveal, when maeda gets his door banged on, and opens it to kurokawa already moved on to whacking other doors, leaving him to see tsurugis body and Realize on his own. i also think it'd be really fun to have some of the kids gather together in the kitchen for a caffeine run... i feel a very distinct ambience there? like six or so kids just standing there.. one opens one of the cans of cold brew while another looks for creamer. two just look at their mugs. one idly nurses it, while the other focuses on how warm it is in their hands. someone remarks on the fact tsurugi died wearing bracelets that were made maybe an hour ago. eventually, they all go back to investigating. Yeah..

anyways. i can see kurokawa as being trial mvp, tbh? like canon, she's accused of murdering tsu, but rather than being cleared by her injuries (since she'd have none), she'd be cleared by the timeline- why kill him so Immediately? but she'd be suspected because of the pills, and the fact she was making food and drinks.

losing tsu:

we're losing our guy who argues for the blackeneds sympathy! i don't think inori is met with much kindness when she gets executed. only a few of the kids think killing her is an okay choice, but no one voices their dissent. its hard to say without knowing how the cases would go past this, eg, who would kill, and why- but i can't really see anyone arguing for the blackeneds too strongly, or too soon. maeda could start to make the case around chapters 4 or 5, or some of the others might, but it's not going to be as early or as prevalent.

similarly, the kids struggle to bounce back. a lot of people find a friend or two, and will spend time with them, but people spend a lot more time on solo hobbies in their rooms, and i don't know how many whole group events there'd be. tsu processes the events of the game in a different way because of his background with crisis response, so he's handling things differently than our remaining cast would- kurokawa is who's changing with tsu, and she wouldn't have that effect on the groups dynamic that he does. i think maeda feels a bit more Envolved in whats going on, because there isn't tsu to be significantly more of a driver and overshadow him- but i also don't think maeda likes hanging out with the others very much. its something he does to pass time and stay sane.

gaining kurokawa:

not saying this definitively, but i wonder if maeda would've wound up dead if kurokawa had done that exorcism. anyways, kurokawa has shitty luck, so there'd be at least an attempt on her life, if not a successful murder, in chapter 2. if maeda does die, i can see it being in ch2? and kurokawa taking over as protagonist. but im just spitballing. if that happened, hm... i think kurokawa would be able to get maeda back to functioning in the ch1 investigation- but we'd be investigating from her pov, and would keep it that way through the entire investigation, even though maeda would be back. i think he'd be her support, tbh. she'd investigate with him- why would she investigate with uehara and tomori? this got really tangential, so tldr, maeda or kurokawa are dying in ch2, and whoever lives gets to be protag!

something i wanna show in rewrites is that kurokawas a bit unsubtle. she's fairly overt in showing her hand, and what she intends to do with it. in a friendly environment, she has nothing to worry about, so she's friendly!! but in more stressful environments, moments where the weight of the game is felt strongly, i think she's quick to identify potential issues, call them out then just go "...okay." after whatever student she poked at comes up w their defense. it's clear to see when she's having Thoughts, but can be harder to tell what she's thinking. after a murder, and with the group not being too connected, i think she runs the risk of getting avoided by some of the kids. in fact, i can see her getting targeted Because she's so clearly dissecting the going ons of the game/what the others are thinking.

mtoxna=:

similar to how completing this event would've gotten us a good amount of kisaragi lore, kurokawas theories on why he wasnt there/what was up with the game in general, and some thoughts on maeda, i think we'd learn a lot about tsurugis thoughts on the cast, and theories on the outside world. kurokawa, maeda, uehara, and tomori would pop up a lot, and he'd remark that even getting to see one more floor would've helped him so much. still, he'd have a lot to say for the workings of the game- why they weren't getting rescued, and how the mastermind was keeping the school functional. i think tsu would be Very upset about the way he died, and the people he left behind, but we'd end on him deciding to make the afterlife welcoming for when inori shows up.

characters:

just to recap, kurokawa is fairly likely to die in ch2, but if she survives, she'd probably take protag rights from maeda, who'd die in ch3 at the latest- if kurokawa is still alive. if she dies, maeda lives, and if maeda dies, kurokawa survives to the end. kurokawa wonders a lot how different things would've been if tsurugi were still alive, but i don't think her survivors guilt is esp bad. maeda, meanwhile, gets upset over tsurugis death in particular even in like. ch5, assuming he survives until then.

uehara gets really close to kurokawa. tomori tries to get him to spend time with her. she's largely unsuccessful. uehara cannot be fted with in ch2, he refuses to spend time with anyone other than kuromori. might bounce back a little later, but like.. while he isnt cold or hostile, it's clear he's not really.. trying to become Close with anyone. he doesn't feel like joking around. the great gig in the sky just started playing. .... anyways. if you go to get a last look at the body more than once after the trial is called, kurokawa sees uehara sitting by tsu, and says she doesn't think she should go interrupt. he takes tsurugi's class band, and places something of his own on tsurugi (makes sure its in a pocket or smthn, so it'll hopefully be kept on him). dies in the later half of the game, low to mid chance of survival

tomori steps into tsus role in the group a bit, but does things very differently. asks maeda to sit by her and uehara (kicking higa out of his seat), and you get a small group event where she invites a few people over for tea. also, i think tomori misses him more than she can make sense of. she knew him so temporarily, but he really feels like he was someone Supposed to be present who she can feel isn't. she thinks she sees him standing around the school (at the end of hallways, corner of the dining hall, the closed off stairs at a new floor, etc) a Lot. he's never facing her. high chance of survival, if not, dies towards the middle of the game

speaking of higa, he uses tsurugis death as a chance to argue... i don't even know, to argue something or other thats evil and bigoted. this is what u get for being naive + wouldnt have happened if tsurugi wasnt a wuss! this is why tomori has maeda sit in higas seat specifically. people get mad at him for being the way he is, but there's no note of hope that he'll change, just people wishing he'd piss off. dies between middle and end of game, maybe ch4? middle of the road survival odds.

whenever i think of higa being a dick, i think of maki. i can see her maybe getting a bit closer to tomori? tomoris time is less taken up by kurokawa than it is by tsu... she doesn't strike me for a particular fate, but i can see her dying in ch3, specifically as a victim. she could die at any point after that, or could survive- i think it depends on how many survivor spots there ends up being.

yamaguchi might keep his spot in death line up. i can see him killing kurokawa, but it'd be different reasoning than killing mekaru- midori would have told him to target kurokawa. he's a good reserve, but i could easily throw a different student in if i have a more interesting concept. yamaguchis kinda hard to give friends because of how he processes the.. world around him. so it's a bit hard to work out what'd happen to him. low odds of survival just because i can't see myself working out what to do with him.

on the other hand, if i ever actually used this, it could be a fun time to mess more with mekaru. i can see her as a victim who's implied to be Up to some stuff, so her death hits the group a bit harder because theres info that dies with her. i think seeing kurokawa/potentially tomori being such strong figures in the trial would help her a lot with her personal struggles, and she'd at least feel confident trying her hand at poking some stuff. dies ch3 or 4 because if she makes it further, she'd do too much to help, and im Making this be a full killing game

hatano might end up as victim to me wanting to explore new ideas. while she falls a bit short at it, she tries to help uplift the group- so if ch2 isnt maekawas death roulette, it could see hatano getting offed to keep the group down. i also dont think she or iranami would be too impacted by the death changes, because i don't see either getting especially close to kurokawa. maybe iranami would if hatano died. mid-low odds of survival.

if iranami dies before hatano, hatano will die at least one chapter later (so if iranami dies. coughs. chapter 3, hatano can die in chapter 4 or 5, or can survive). regarding iranamis odds herself, i see her dying later in the game, if she doesn't outright survive. iranami is kinda hard to play odds for? mid to high survival odds.

not much to say here, but ōtori dies anywhere between chapters 2 and 4, has a fairly low odds of survival. similar to hatanami, he wouldn't be strongly impacted by tsurugi dying and kurokawa living.

kobashikawa can die in any chapter, has mid to low odds of survival. maybe if he pulls off surviving, he'll get to avoid seeing/being involved in the deaths! fingers crossed for you, kobashikawa. he does interact with tsurugi a bit off camera, but i think he'd be more strongly impacted by how tsurugis death affects maeda, than by tsurugis direct effect on him.

and finally, who really knows what taira is up to. hard to say...- ? ?? what do you mean there's a sixteenth character to be thinking about? i don't know what you mean...

synopsis: could die early: maeda, kurokawa, yamaguchi, hatano could die in the middle: tomori, higa could die late: uehara, mekaru, higa could die any point: ōtori, kobashikawa, maki likely to survive: tomori, iranami, kobashikawa, kurokawa, maeda

conclusion:

kurokawa would definitely be a student with a big presence on the games going ons! but tsurugis absence would be sorely felt, and it'd change the vibe of the overall group a lot. maeda isn't going to be doing so hot without tsu there to live in maedas brain (and sneak into his room while he sleeps. tbt to that happening in ch1). without tsurugi there to keep the group a Group, the kids will find friends to hang out with, but there'll be less connection, and more isolation.

kurokawa will be keeping a target on her back, so it's uncertain if she'll survive the game just because she makes it out of chapter 1. hard to get into things for chapter 6/etc late game things, but i don't think the cast is doomed, i'll point out. there'd definitely be changes to death order, and who survives- but i think the roster of students we'd end up with would be capable of escaping. if i were to make this an alternate killing game, i could absolutely keep the deaths going through to chapter 6- or, if i had this be unbound by killing game structure, maybe they'd be able to escape sooner! who's to say...

hoping i remember this ask when we finish ch6 so i can revisit and talk about how some plot points might change! btbbs death order is pretty set- meaning that who dies when is very important. even making it one chapter further would have a lot of impact on things, because a lot of consideration is put into who's been spending time with who. really fun to think about how the game would change if some fates changed!

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BONUS: an excerpt from a ch1 investigation rewrite. just a random narration segment, im planning to put it in the kitchen investigations. just a special treat <3

Tsurugi, narrating - I’m really happy that Uehara is here…I like it when we spend time together-

Tsurugi - I really enjoy getting closer with everyone, but, I think I could put up with absolutely anything that happens-

Tsurugi - Like, if everyone else was evil and mean, or if the mastermind decides they just wanna hunt us for sport, or if we’re stuck here for forever, and everyone goes stir-crazy.

Tsurugi - No matter what, I think it'd be okay as long as I got to keep Uehara by my side.

Tsurugi - Whenever I see him, I get all happy, and I think it’ll always be like that.

Tsurugi - …Sometimes though, it does make me feel a little bit sick? Like, y’know when you’re nauseous, and your stomach feels all weird, and you’re all clammy, and your face feels warm,

Tsurugi - And you’re super-hot and super-cold, all at the same time?

Tsurugi - Sometimes things feel a little bit like that, but not because of any negative vibe I have with Uehara…

Tsurugi - I think everything is just super intense for me, though. A lot of things are, at least!

Tsurugi - So, I think it’s just because I like him a lot… I like most people here a lot, and I care about everyone, but Uehara is extra-super-special to me. 

[sillyname30]

I rewatched New New York and the bts videos as preparation for the next recap episode.

It's a few months after graduation. Rachel is in full diva-mode, but gets a reality-check from Artie who got mugged in the subway station and is scared to go back there. Rachel and Artie take the subway together, see the muggger and get him arrested.

Blaine helps Sam to get his confidence back. Sam gets a new hair-cut and books his first modeling job.

Kurt gets more and more annoyed by Blaine and talks with Elliott about it. Blaine gets jealous and confronts Elliott. Kurt and Blaine decide it's best for their relationship if Blaine moves out.

Mercedes moves to New York to record her album. Sam and Blaine move in with her.

best dance move: Best Day of My Life

best song: People with an honorable mention of Glitter-Rock Vampire

performance mvp: Chris, Darren, Chord, Lea, Kevin.

[kycken]

Mitsuya... the real MVP... Whatta bro...

Me: *screaming* AIM FOR HIS FACE, MITSUYA, THE FACE- THE FACE- Mitsuya's just punching Taiju's fucking boobs and Taiju's going straight for Mitsuya's FACE

Oh, he's capable of being feral, I love him

Who the fuck translated this episode, it's horrible

Koko doing the Hannibal Lecter bullshit... "I ATE HIS LIVER- WITH FAVA BEANS AND A NICE KIANTE *SLURRRRRP*"

They're both so on fire right now, I can't even be mad tbh.

Inupi's new nickname according to moi: Clobbersaurus Rex

Also, Inupi lamented he couldn't fight Chifuyu at full power.

LOOK AT KOKO'S LITTLE RATFINK FASE, I LOVE HIM

Koko, PLEASE LMAO-

I hate this creepy statue, gtf outta here with that shit

You can't tell me Inupi didn't see Shinichiro in Takemicchy at this very fucking moment- Managing to get punched like 80 times and still managing to land a hit on Taiju's ugly mug despite being like 2 feet smaller (i'm joking, but seriously).

I CLEARLY effects him WAY more than it even registers for Koko.

And I don't care if people make fun of Hakkai for being too scared to fight Taiju, they obviously have never been BEATEN WITHIN AN INCH OF THEIR LIFE like we have- But yeah, lying about it to others and taking credit for what Yuzuha does for him IS shitty and fucking lame. I'm just glad that he finally says it out loud.

I know ppl probably focus MORE on Hakkai fighting back against Taiju, but everyone acknowledging Yuzuha is SO IMPORTANT--

Koko telling Inupi 'everything changed' after the Haitanis took over Roppongi and that the 9th Gen of the Black Dragons were defeated by Toman and left the gang.

I feel like the only reason Inupi actually saw himself as beneath Taiju was due to strength alone- It's a very understandable mistake to make, but I think also Koko's involvement didn't help Seishu losing faith in his own abilities. I don't blame Koko for it, it just is an unfortunate situation, but that's the only way I can see WHY Seishu serves Taiju that loyally until his defeat. He was shaken.

I really fucking hate when men especially rag on Takemicchy for 'being a pathetic whiny bitch', like the fucking series dead-ass tells you that strength isn't the only thing that matters- Like, what are your issues if you can't even watch this without inserting your own stupid-ass power fantasy into a fucking anime???? Anyway.

Tokyo Revengers really is a fucking Harem show and I am here for it.

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Chroma('s Light) Drift

fandom: PLAVE pairing: Do Eunho x reader genre: angst word count: 3.6k prompt: "I want you back..."

~ Yejun ~ Noah ~ Bamby ~ Hamin ~

“Another round over here!”

“We need a refill please!”

“Can I get another platter of wings?!”

You tried to weave around the merry people, while dodging empty mugs and raised arms. It was busy for a Sunday night, especially one with a strict curfew. You took a glance at the clock, frowning at the approaching time. Your boss had the same idea as you as he rang a bell to get the customers attention.

“Kitchen is closed!” His voice boomed, shaking the shelves behind him. “Take your business to a safer district, or get caught by them.”

No more words needed to be said and the crowd slowly dispersed out the door. You let out a breath of relief and began to quickly clean up the half-empty glasses of alcohol and platters of stained dishware. Once you were done, you quickly swiped yourself to clock out.

“See you tomorrow, boss!”

A grunt echoed in the empty restaurant. A mutual goodbye.

You headed out on the street, kicking your drift board to life. The currents weren’t very strong today, but it could get you to your next job. You let the air current take you to your destination and with a confirmation, you were let into the arcade.

It was only a two hour shift, but it was all you could get. Job from job. That’s how it’s always been.

Everything was different before…

You pushed your thoughts away as you began to mentally prepare for closing. You had gotten through the first hour before the ring of a bell ached as it rang in your head.

“We’re closing soon!” You called.

A loud slap sounded on the counter behind you. You looked up to see a card, reading credits up to at least four digits and counting. You couldn’t care less any more anyway. You held your hand out, feeling satisfaction when it hit your palm. You slid it into your bag before logging a computer in.

“You got a membership card?”

The card was handed to you and you grabbed a hole puncher from the desk beside you. You punched the card with a quick snap. A flower cut into it.

“Two hours. Then you’re out.”

The man nodded at you before going to his assigned spot. You had recognized him from somewhere, but it was most likely a regular you couldn’t put a finger on. You got back to cleaning, wiping down the surrounding computers and desks, and sweeping the food waste on the ground.

For the next few weeks, that was your routine. Job from job, ending the night at the arcade. The hooded stranger came in right before you closed, giving you an ungodly amount of money to let him stay for at least two or three hours. To be honest, you began to look forward to seeing him at the end of your night.

You didn’t talk much to each other, but being in each other's presence became a safe feeling. At some point, you became curious about what he was doing and secretly tried to pry into what he was doing. You would start by casually asking what he was up to recently and he would always reply,

“Gaming.”

You were appalled when you got that answer.

There was no way that all he had been doing was gaming. So when you peeked behind his shoulder when you were cleaning, you found him playing that one popular five versus five competitive game.

He jumped, surprised to see you lingering behind him.

“...What’re you doing?”

You couldn’t help but stare at the screen in disbelief. “You were MVP for three whole rounds…and yet, you still lost!”

He scowled. “It’s not my fault that these rando’s suck! Why are they even ranked in platinum, if they can’t even hold their positions?”

“Aren’t you afraid of those psychos you see on the news?” He asked, his brows were furrowed and his mouth down in a frown. “They take ‘Chroma’ and then go ballistic on the street.”

“If I was scared, then I wouldn’t be out here hanging out with you.”

He turned to stare at you, his angry expression melting into one of surprise. You couldn’t help but feel hot the longer he stared.

“Well, Eunho, sir, you better get moving.” You coughed, pocketing your keys in your jacket pocket. “I heard that the curfew is starting tonight.”

“How do you know my name?”

You tap his membership card that sat on the desk. His name plastered in black ink across the top.

After that, the two of you became closer. You learned that he had a job, but that he was on probation after an accident. He coped by playing competitive gaming. You helped him win a couple of rounds after locking the doors and getting takeout for a late dinner.

“So, what are you doing in this run down arcade?” He asked, slurping his noodles quickly.

“It’s just a job my brother used to work.” You stirred your own, watching as the broth breathed steam.

“You have a brother?”

You chewed carefully before answering. “He’s not related by blood, but we were really close when we were younger. We didn’t have anyone to lean on except each other.”

“Well, where is he now? Is he forcing you to take his shifts here?”

The pain of remembering made you stop you from putting the noodles into your mouth. The sounds of rain and shouting were still clear in your mind. 

“Hey, are you—?”

“He died a while ago.”

“Oh. I’m…sorry.”

You stared down into your bowl. Your noodles cold now.

“Me too.”

~ ~

On a day off, you got a message. You frowned, looking at the blinking red letter on your watch. You don’t remember giving your number to anyone but your bosses. You hoped that you weren’t being asked to come in. Swiping your fingers across the face, a digital text popped up. Your eyebrows went up as you read it.

It was from Eunho. You skimmed it the first time, before reading it a second time. You tried to suppress the smile that grew, but it didn’t seem to help. Throwing on a jacket, you grabbed your drift board and hurried to the address that was sent. It wasn’t far from where you lived. So when you skated by his building and saw him standing on his apartment patio, you couldn’t help but skate over to him. 

He seemed to be thinking about something, a cigarette lazily hanging out of his mouth. In a swift motion, you grabbed it and broke it in two. This seemed to surprise him as he jerked back. You had gradually moved towards him, thinking he had seen you, but the fact that he didn’t made you laugh out loud.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” He stuttered.

“You were the one who invited me.” You blanked. “What are you doing? I’ve never seen you smoke before.”

Eunho rubbed his face, embarrassed that he had been caught. “It’s a stress reliever. I usually don’t.”

You looked him up and down. He seemed to be worse for wear from the last time you had seen him. There were bags under his eyes, his hair a wild mess, and his face looked gaunt. Flicking the broken cigarette into an empty plant pot, you nodded your head out into the city.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You took Eunho into the heart of the city, handing him sticks of food and taking him around the night market. You took him to your favorite places: karaoke, a noodle shop, and even some clothing stores. You dressed him in slick leather jackets and even threw an animal hat on his head.

“Hey!” He pouted, looking at his reflection. “This doesn’t look cool on me at all. I’m not some kid.”

“I think this is super cool! You look like a baby wolf.” You tucked a pair of aviators behind his ears, laughing at the sight. “Don’t you think so?”

You were happy to see him crack a small smile as he adjusted his shades. After, you dragged him to deungbul bridge, sitting in the sakura tree that sat next to it.

“I had fun today.” Eunho said quietly, watching the people walking. “I haven’t felt this good in a while.”

“Then that just means we need to do this more often.” You smiled.

He shot you a smile and you felt your chest warm. In a split moment decision, you grabbed his chin, turning him towards you. He looked at you; surprised, but an innocent look was painted on his face. You couldn’t help but want to tease him a little. Quickly, you placed your lips on his.

The look on his face was all you needed before you kicked off on your drift board. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby wolf!” You hollered, a smile paining your cheeks.

~ ~

“Report in.”

The man stood alone on the bridge, hood shrouding his features. The virtual rain dropped past his vision and he swore he could make out the individual numbers as they fell.

“C1-4, I repeat, report in.”

A click of the tongue and a casual swipe past his ear logged him into the call.

“I’m here.”

“Status report.”

“On course.” He sighed, flicking the imaginary feeling of rain off of his skin. “No sign of active anomalies.”

“And the drifter?”

He licked his lips, his mouth tasting like ash. “Eliminated.”

“Good. We’ll be able to collect the body after extraction.”

He felt cold. So cold. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let out a steady breath.

“Anything else to report?”

A light streaked past behind his eyelids.

“No, sir.”

~ ~

You skated down the airway, gliding over to the next lane to land on your job’s building. You let out a confidence huff. Once your shift was over, you were done. No more late-night working. No more scrapping for money. You were finally free.

You jumped through the hatch, dropping onto the stairs, and walked into the employee lounge.

“Hey boss!” You called, tying your apron onto your waist. “Do we have any fresh clams for soup? I think I can make a whole special–”

A click stopped you mid-sentence. You had to stop yourself from sighing.

“There won’t be any clams tonight.”

Slowly, you raised your arms and turned your head. Four people littered around the room. They all had their faces concealed with either masks or hoods. Two of them held your boss between them, a gun pointed under his chin.

“I’m sorry,” He gurgled, his spit turning purple as he talked. “They drugged me up. I had no choice.”

You could only stare at him in silence, aware of the situation. It was all leading up to this moment. One you wished didn’t happen.

“Since when?”

No one breathed.

“Since when?” You repeated.

“...a couple weeks ago.”

So that’s what that was. You had a suspicion, but you couldn’t pin it on anything. It could have been in food, drinks, the air even; but no one could be sure. 

“Now that we have you where we want you,” The leader cooed. “We need you to come with us.”

A rush of adrenaline shot through your arms and you felt your muscles begin to twitch.

“Boss,” You muttered quietly, but you knew he could hear you. “Thank you for everything.”

And before anyone could blink, a terror whipped through the room.

The lights flickered and in a split moment, a gunshot was fired. It echoed within the room and the four cloaked figures scattered. Your (ex)boss was thrown across the room, now unconscious from the extreme force. The cloaked figures waited for another gunshot, but none came.

“Status report.”

Two voices spoke quietly in response.

“All good here.”

“Still intact.”

Silence as they waited for one more.

“C1-3. Do you copy?”

Static buzzed.

“Yeah. I’m hit.”

“Status?”

“Minor. I was grazed. Lucky to have dodged when I did.”

“10-4. Everyone, patrol the city and report back in an hour. They couldn’t have gone far.”

~ ~

Someone was banging on his door.

It was almost midnight, who could have the guts to bother him this late? Eunho grabbed at his belt, peeking out of his peephole to see who was on the other side.

You raised your hand to hit your hand on the door once again, but was stopped as Eunho finally opened the door.

“Hey, what are–?”

“Can I come in? I don’t think it’s safe out right now. Someone’s coming after me and I think I know who. Please Eunho, I need to–”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Eunho pulled you in without a second thought. “What’s going on? Who’s coming after you?”

“That crime syndicate!” I tried your best to stay calm, but it was becoming worse as you thought about the past. “I knew it was a bad idea to take a job from them, and now look where I am!”

“Hold on, how do you know it was them?”

“It was them!” You cried, not caring about how loud you became. “They killed Bonggu! I’ll kill them! I’ll find them and–!”

“It wasn’t.”

You stopped short, turning to look at him. “What are you talking about?”

Eunho was quiet, his red eyes glowing from the shadows of his apartment. His expression was solemn, but full of remorse. Another wave of anger welled up within you.

“You didn’t…”

“I’m sorry,” He said softly. “I didn’t realize that–”

You didn’t give him any more time to speak. Grabbing him by the collar, you punched him. It was satisfying enough to make you want to do it again, but you held back. 

“After I finish them,” You growled. “I’m coming back for you. And I’ll finish what we started.”

With one last glare, you turned away from him and sprinted into the city. You had unfinished business to take care of.

~ ~

You let out a breath. This was it.

You watched the groups of people patrol the buildings and you knew that it had to come to this. With an ounce of courage built up, you pushed the needle into your arm. ‘Chroma’ took effect fast. Your vision blurred before stabilizing and your body was buzzing with adrenaline. You felt like you could do anything. Time felt like it slowed down as you moved and you used this to your advantage.

You ripped through the building like it was nothing. The organization that was meticulously crafted was taken down in less than a minute. Bodies dropped like flies and when you reached the bottom of the groundwork, you found yourself faced with the individuals from earlier.

The leader sat waiting for you, smiling devilishly as he looked at you.

“You finally made it.” His eyes glowed a dark red, darker than Eunho’s. “I know what you’re waiting for, so I’ll let my guest of honor start us off.”

A small figure strode up to meet you and you could feel yourself losing control of your reality.

“Bong-gu…?” You could barely hear yourself say.

The man looked exactly like the boy you knew since childhood, but there was a stark difference. His complex was pale and his hair was a light green. His eyes didn’t shine the bright pink you knew, but a dark obsidian.

“What–What is this?!” You shouted. “What did you do to him?!”

The albino smirked from his spot and couldn’t help but chuckle at you.

“What did I do? We fixed him. Albeit, he doesn’t know you. But he’s the perfect version of himself.”

You couldn’t help but scream. Your anger was blinding you and your vision was becoming static. He was everywhere and you would meet him in every location. Things were exploding; things were falling; debris was everywhere.

Where was he? He needed to be…

“Where did you go?” You whispered.

A soft laugh rang out. You looked up, seeing the fake standing on steel rafters. He blitzed up the stairs and you shouted at him to stop. He was escaping. You had to catch him! He had to be…!

You followed him out into the alleyway, through the streets, and into the city. You clawed your way to him. His form was getting bigger as you gained on him. You were so close….almost there…just another step forward! You felt fabric and you yanked him towards you, grabbing him in a close hold.

You felt your bodies roll and tumble as he tried to resist, but you wouldn’t let him. He need to be…!

You stopped, holding him down, raising your fist to deliver the final blow, when you stopped. Bonggu was not beneath you, but a man you had never met before. His doe eyes were open, afraid, as he stared up at you. Blood dripped out of his nose and tears leaked out of his eyes.

You were confused. Who was this? You were chasing Bonggu. Where did he go?

Your vision blurred and you saw him again, his features twisted in a maniacal smile.

“Gotcha.” He chuckled.

You were thrown off and you felt yourself pushed into metal grates. You coughed as the air was forced out. Looking up, you found yourself on deungbul bridge. Civilians looked at you in fear, screaming and running as they fled the area. The fake stood up, spitting on the ground as he approached you.

“Looks like our game has come to an end.”

The leader walked casually towards you, his other lackeys eyeing you with uninterested eyes. He smiled and before he could reach out to you, a loud roar of an engine caught your attention. A motorbike flew towards the albino and knocked him back a couple of feet. You recognized the bike too. Red with black trimmings.

“Are you ok?!”

A warm hand grabbed at your arms, pulling you up. Eunho, his white hair shocking your vision, supported you as he helped you. You felt safe for a moment, savoring his touch, before a vision of red swarmed your vision. Oh no. The Chroma. 

You pushed him away, clutching your head as you backed away.

“Stay back! Don’t come closer!”

“What–wait, you didn’t!”

Eunho tried to come closer to you, but you swiped at him, trying to keep him at bay.

“You don’t want to be here when I lose control. Don’t make me watch myself kill us both.”

“I can’t just leave you like this!”

Your vision was beginning to blur. The drug was taking over.

“You’re reckless.” You scoffed.

“I’ve been told that.”

Despite everything, you could tell he wasn’t going to let up. You felt a surge of electricity roll up your back and you couldn’t help but let out a roar of pain. Eunho moved to help, but was stopped short as he was lifted into the air. You held him up with one hand around his throat. He tried to lift himself from holding your arm, but there was no room for air.

“Hey, Eunho,” Your voice was becoming static, non-human even. “I hope that we have a happy ending somewhere else.”

His face turned from pain to despair and with one fluid swing, you threw him off deungbul bridge.

~ ~

The world was raining again.

He didn’t understand it, but it felt real, but somehow it wasn’t. He couldn’t taste it and when it landed on his skin, it slid off, leaving no trace behind. It has been three months since he woke up. He still couldn’t remember who he was, but his name stuck around. The people who lived in the Runge district were kind enough to help him when they found him in between sector PR-2 and R-5. Apparently, he hit his head so hard that he had to be taken to a hospital to get the wound treated. It healed up just fine, but his memory was gone. 

He didn’t let it bother him. He was lucky to survive a fall through sectors and he tried to live his life as best as he could. He worked at a video game store, played with the locals who challenged him, and grew to love the community. But at some point, he began to wonder where came from. Did he have a family who missed him? Anyone who loved him and was waiting for him?

After months of savings, he took a trip to the Munsell district. It was layered upon the Runge district and he had to take the value express to make it there. It was a lot brighter than the Runge’s dark atmosphere–neon lights flashing in every direction and seasonal lights grew from the ground to make spectacular visions.

As he walked through the city, he caught a look of the flashing news billboard.

“...there has been no breakthrough for the new disease ‘Chroma’ as people have begun to disappear from the face of our peaceful world. This new disease was first seen at deungbul bridge as a person became rampant, killing at least four law enforcement officers with one missing. We advise the public to stay safe and follow the placed curfew…”

A vibration buzzed through his healed scar and he couldn’t help but rub it absent-mindly. Somehow, he ended up walking towards the said bridge. Was it connected to him in some way? A flow of people walked across it and on one side was an array of flowers. A memorial. The throbbing was becoming stronger with each step he took.

Flowers were zip tied to the bridge, virtual messages littering the empty spaces, and some photos were taped to the balusters. He crouched down, looking at the pictures carefully. There were three men he didn’t recognize, but there was another picture…

A shooting pain shot through his eye and he had to shut them to quell the pain. His conscience told him not to pry further, but his heart told him to remember. Another sharp pin stabbed at his eyes. He ripped the picture from the pole, shoving it into his pocket before melting into the crowd.

Who was this person? What could all of this mean?

[akaakeis]

3 and 11 !! :D (MAKING SURE YOU EAT!!)

HI DEAR <33

3 - What is on today's menu?

OOH LET ME TELL YOU!! so for breakfast i made myself a little mug cake!! it was like... a cinnamon roll? yeah i had that 😋 and then!! i made myself an iced matcha latte to go w it!! it was super duper good! i kinda skipped out on lunch cause i forgot to pack myself something but its okay because my friend gave me his chips 🙂‍↕️ and then ill have dinner once i land! OH JSYK IM IN THE AIRPORT WRITING THIS cause im flying for my cousin's bday party!! so ill have my dinner in a couple hours since im not super hungry rn <3

11 - Share something you are proud of?

im really trying to think of something what the hell 💔 ummm umm ummmm so im not sure if anyone knows this but i play softball!! im a 3rd baseman <3 something that im proud of regarding that is that last year, i earned the title of mvp amongst my team!! beyond that, i went on to join my league's all-star team and we won regionals as well <3 im quite proud of that!! 

[workingforitallthetime]

drawn arrows unseen

part 16 / previous installments/tags

The news about Connor breaks before world juniors. The tone of the draft year coverage immediately shifts. Before, Connor was undersized but built for hockey. Now Connor’s too short to stick as an NHL centre. Before, Connor was the undisputed 1OA. Now mock drafts are showing Fantilli or Carlsson going first. When Connor tries a lacrosse goal in Canada’s embarrassing loss in their opening game, suddenly there’s a bunch of hot takes about whether Canada can win with omegas on the team.

Mason’s furious about it. He watches every game, willing Canada on. Willing Connor on. Trevor tries to talk some shit and ends up baiting Mason into a bet. “When USA wins you have to wear my jersey for arrivals,” Trevor grins at him, crinkle-eyed, obviously not taking this seriously at all. “Or the other way around.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking on,” Mason growls at him. Canada’s going to pull this off, with Connor leading the way. Mason’s not going to have to wear a goddamned Team USA jersey. Trevor’s probably wouldn’t even fit him anyway.

Mason leaves Connor a screaming unhinged voice note after Connor wins the quarterfinals in OT with the slickest goal Mason’s ever seen. And then they win the whole thing, and Connor gets the same MVP award Mason got last summer, and Mason’s so unbearably proud of him it’s easy to focus on that and not on Adam Fantilli or whatever alphas Connor might be playing alongside.

Especially since Connor’s rooming with Zelly. No worries there. doesn’t steal my bars, Connor texts him, but he probably doesn’t know the capital of France. It’s one of the only texts Mason gets during the tournament. Connor’s busy.

The day after Canada wins gold, Trevor reminds Mason to bring his jersey to the game. “Gotta pay up,” he laughs, like it’s no big deal.

As Mason takes his jersey from world juniors off its hanger on his wall, he considers forgetting it instead. Absolving Trevor. But a bet’s a bet. And Trevor doesn’t give a shit anyway, laughing his fool head off about it when he meets Mason at parking to pull Mason’s jersey on over his gameday suit. Mason gamely mugs for the camera as they walk in, but he’s glad to reclaim his jersey and hang it safely in his street locker.

After the game, as they’re getting ready to go out, Trevor reaches in and snatches it off its hook. He starts to tug it over his head. Mason yanks on the sleeve to stop his momentum. “What the hell?”

“Just for fun.” Trevor pops his face through the neck of Mason's jersey, grinning his stupid grin.

Mason’s not going to get into a tug of war with a bratty omega. “Are you going to make him stop?” he asks Jamie instead.

“It’s not a big deal.” Jamie blinks his mild eyes earnestly at Mason. ‘He’s having fun, and it doesn’t bother me, so you don’t have to worry.”

Mason tries to unclench his fists. If Trevor’s mate doesn’t mind him wearing another alpha’s jersey, unbonded Mason doesn’t have any room to complain. It’s not like Mason even wants to see Connor wearing his jersey. He likes Connor in his own Canada jersey, side by side with Mason. Winning together.

When Jamie makes him pose for a picture at the restaurant, Mason wonders if Connor will see. But he never hears anything from Connor about it.

[never forget that this bet is canon]

The hot takes don’t stop after Connor torches world juniors. Dom at The Athletic comes up with a model to analyze the value of presented omega prospects compared to other prospects. The story includes an analysis of Jack Hughes’ performance and how his stats exploded partway through the 2021-22 season after it came out that he and Nico Hischer were bonded. 

Mason hates the suggestion that Connor needs an alpha to play his best hockey. Connor can handle himself. Nobody knows that better than Mason.

Shayna Goldman writes a companion piece examining five different bottom-feeder teams as potential destinations for Connor Bedard based on their unbonded alphas. Mason skims it and of course his own shitty team is on there. The story notes that Anaheim’s short on alphas, with only Commer and Fowler left after Verbeek sold everyone off last spring, so he’s probably not going to take a chance on an omega in the 2023 draft.

A week later, Shayna retweets a link to the story with this:

Rumor has it there’s another alpha who’s presented in sunny SoCal, and Team Canada says he’s got great chemistry with a possible 1OA pick. xoxo

It’s stupid to hope that Connor will get drafted to Anaheim and everything will be okay. But Mason hopes anyway. Connor on his line forever, the two of them putting this lousy franchise on their backs and dragging it into a new era. Connor, living in Anaheim, his draft year behind him, finally eighteen. Mason could finally tell him everything.

As the season rolls on and the Ducks get worse and worse, he texts Connor after especially bad games with a joke about the draft lottery. Sometimes Connor responds. Sometimes he doesn’t.

(next)

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Ohhh, but the MVP if the entire show: the darling little 6-year-old birthday boy who was tasked to rob from the entire audience for a single gold coin! He had stage fright, but he was darling!"

"I can only imagine what happens if we sent out Arcelia at that age, because she would actually try to rob the audience. Probably even grabbing a prop gun and sword in an effort to mug everyone."

"Meisheng would do it without the props!"

"She wouldn't even have to be told, the little monster."

[biosims]

Abigail and Lucas Munch? ------------------------------ -Abigail -> MVP, head of household, wife and mother -Lucas -> fish enthusiast, owner of #1 dad mug, husband and father