#punch off spinoff

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Travis' group submitted to the war crime life so much faster than Rick's 💀

[tojisun]

sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au)

part of the ‘if fwb’ spinoff // simon riley x f!reader

johnny’s been… doubting, you see, about the validity of simon’s dating life.

like, for example, if he really was dating anyone.

simon looks content in a way that he never was before—intense eyes turned down towards his phone, unapproachable aura less angry but more settled, like he’s warding off people not because of his dislike but more so because he’s not available anymore.

not like he ever made himself available before, but it’s fundamentally different this time around; self-imposed walls brought down to make room for unbridled fulfillment.

he looks like he’s won the damn cup.

and that’s what makes johnny twitch—someone out there was just as, if not more, valued as the championship cup to simon, but he’s never introduced anyone to them.

not a picture nor an update nor even a PSA that they need to commission another WAG jacket for his partner because simon is tight-lipped about whoever it was he’s seeing. it’s not like he’s even dancing around the fact, it’s just that whoever it was he’s dating was never free.

not for a game nor a night-out nor a party. in simon’s house.

this level of secrecy was just unheard of. even the other men in the league who have a tight leash on their private lives still have living proof of their partners unlike simon who leaves it at, “she’s busy,” like that covers anything.

which is why johnny would like to go on record and say: he is totally valid for choosing to crash at simon’s place without letting him know.

he remembers getting wasted with the others, then refusing to be driven home, only to take a cab to simon’s place. he must have been coherent enough to remember the code for simon’s house, and was shockingly coordinated enough to even punch it in, but his memories begin to splinter there.

next thing johnny knows, he’s waking up, feeling like he’s been hit by a freight train. his tongue is heavy inside his mouth, the pungent taste of last night’s alcohol rising from the back of his throat like bile. he groans, blinking blurry eyes as he tries to remember where he’s at or what he’s done, only for nausea to wash over him so intensely he flops back down onto the bed—

he pats at the cushioning.

—onto the sofa then.

by the devil, what did he do last night? got him drinking like he’s got a new liver to replace this one he fucked with.

christ. he needs water, or a whole bottle of mouthwash, honestly.

“mactavish?”

johnny jumps, twisting his head to the side at the call of his name. it’s simon, of course it is, but he looks dishevelled, unkempt in a way that looks criminal because—johnny roves his eyes over his friend—who the hell looks that good when they’ve just woken up?

simon looks like he can be the next cover of inside fitness; give tyler fucking seguin a run for his own money.

“wha’,” is all johnny gets to say because he starts sputtering, dizziness hitting him intensely again. he gags, and only has enough mind to cover his mouth with his fist.

“jesus– down the hall. go,” simon barks and johnny warbles his thanks before locking himself in the guest bathroom.

.

johnny comes back out to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and melted butter wafting through. simon did say he had a problem with his kitchen vents which made cooking a problem, but johnny sure isn’t complaining right now. although, he supposes that it is a whole different problem when it’s steak or some ribs that simon’s firing up.

oh well, johnny thinks, scratching his side as he ambles to the island, pointedly quiet because simon might kick him out before breakfast is even done.

simon eyes him with a muted approval and johnny grins because, hey, he just secured free breakfast.

he’s about to break the silence, to apologize once more he guesses, when the sounds of padded feet descending from the stairs leading up to simon’s lavishly decorated—sarcasm intended—second floor pierces through the silence.

johnny’s back straightens, his exhausted mind clicking awake.

he turns to his friend but simon’s already angled towards the kitchen door, facing away from johnny. he looks relaxed, previous half-bareness now covered up with a thin white shirt, and johnny doesn’t know why he missed it but simon looks like a perfect picture of a boyfriend fixing up breakfast post-coitus.

“jesus–” johnny begins to say, the pieces linking because yeah, simon’s never denied that he’s been doing some dating around and it’s just johnny’s drunken whim to assume that the most talented ice hockey player of this decade was lying about his relationship status and—good lord, that’s a fucking person diving in simon’s arms, alright.

johnny watches, with his mouth agape, as simon and the mystery woman talk to each other in hushed whispers, his friend having to bend forward to make up for the height difference.

johnny watches, like the third-wheel he is, as simon laughs, actual quiet chuckles and not that children-crying-in-terror-inducing cackle, before nuzzling his nose over your own, and breathing you in.

johnny watches the quiet kiss, just lips pecking each other, and it’s all so soft and tender and johnny feels really, really bad that he didn’t get to give simon and his girl the privacy you two surely deserve and—

your eyes open, flitting to him because johnny is sure that he’s standing out amidst what must be a normally empty kitchen. he doesn’t even get to count three seconds before you’re screaming, lurching out of simon’s hold and hiding behind his bulk in your terror.

simon, screw him, seems to not have cared that johnny was privy to such an intimate moment and just turns enough to catch your attention again before murmuring reassurances. he says things like, “mactavish? the punk ass who got his hair shaved for the new season only to realize no one’s actually gon’ see it because of the helmet? remember?”

“what,” johnny chokes out, embarrassed that that’s what simon told you about and not, like, his player number or something.

“oh,” you gasp out anyway, clearly having heard of the shaved-sides and using it as a marker for johnny. “oh!”

you dance away from behind simon to make your way to johnny, your previous embarrassment gone from your gait. he’s so sure, though, that he’s seen you from somewhere, but the thought’s dashed out of his mind when you chirp, “you’re my best friend’s favourite player!”

“yeah?” johnny replies, gaining his confidence back.

“yeah! she won’t stop showing me the highlights of your guys’ game against that big german fella an’ his team!”

johnny laughs, his own giddiness ramping up. he remembers that game, alright. he remembers the miracle play during the final period when price was able to score an empty-netter. he remembers how, in his adrenaline-induced ecstasy, johnny turned to the player to his side, konig, and laughed in his face.

johnny made headlines then, and he’s saved every single one. his fiancee even printed a copy of her favourite shot and stuck it in her wallet.

(“for good luck,” she said with a wink, like johnny doesn’t have his prick twitching in her fist.)

“well, y’got anything for me to sign for her?”

“uhh…”

“guess you can use that one group photo our marketing team gave to us,” simon finally pipes up, and johnny turns, surprise lining his face at seeing the rich spread of breakfast.

he didn’t even notice simon setting up the table, too engrossed in the high that came from reliving the memory of laughing at konig’s face which resulted to him being pushed into the glass protector by a protective horangi.

not even that had dampened johnny’s elation then and now.

“oh yeah. thanks!” you say to simon before you run out.

you’re barely out of their eyesights when johnny turns to simon with a grin.

“what.”

“oh, you fucken’ sap!” johnny sings because he’s still too hungover to come up to simon and playfully punch him. “and why were ye hidin’ lassie?”

simon grumbles something as he turns, pretending to busy himself with the now-empty coffee pot.

“wha’s’at?”

“i said,” simon begins, heaving out a sigh. “that we jus’ became official last week.”

“oh, shit,” johnny whispers sagely. he blinks. “so, uh, who’s the one you’ve been callin’ yer girl?”

“oh fuck off johnny,” simon hisses, sputtering, before throwing the tea towel at him.

“what now!?” johnny yelps, ducking away from the soaring towel. “what’d i do now–” he gasps, realization dawning on him. “you didn’t.”

simon looked like he was going to say something but by then you were running back with the photo and a marker pen, telling him your friend’s name—alessandra, “or sandy!”—for johnny to sign.

while johnny’s busy practicing his signature on a scrap of newspaper that simon gave to him, he pretends not to hear the giggly whispers between his friend and his friend’s new but longtime-pining-for girlfriend.

“and me? why aren’t you asking f’r my signature?”

“oh ‘cuz y’r mine.”

johnny dutifully ignores the lips smacking sounds as he finally signs the picture, making sure to add devil horns on simon’s head.

serves him right.

i just. love fluff and hockey au sm 😞

[roseyrays]

# ENHYPEN SMAU RECS 💖

# RIKI

# more time with you! — by @yenqa, it’s very CUTE and the ANGST is scrumptious :))

# love dive — by @tzyuki, RIKIY/N ARE SO CUTE

# love is (not) easy! — by @kynrki, riki smau, THE ANGST RHAHAHA MADE ME CRY BUT I LOVE IT

# shoot! — by @amakumos, again ADORABLE and THE FLUFF (rikiy/n is what i want in an relationship), can’t believe you can find the love of your life in genshin

# cupid’s corner — by @amakumos, ANOTHER GREAT SMAU, ITS JUST SO CUTE & RIKIY/N MAKES ME WANNA JUMP OFF A BRIDGE

# trial and error — by @kyyuri, AGHHHH, again rikiy/n>>the world

# beat the allegations — by @woonierkiz (aka my mutual), it only has two chapters for now BUT AHHHHHHHHH

# don’t date my brother — by @mosinterlude , LOVED HOW YOU ADDED KONON AND THE ANGST 🤌🤌, also love the fact that it has some idol’s sisters (and brother) <33

# soulmate tracker — by @son4taa, i remember reading this a while back but forgot about it im sorry 😭😭, ITS VERY GOOD THOUGH

# 💌 c u p i d 💘 — by @roseyrays (aka me!), yes this is self promoting 🤌🤌

# ( 尤も ) natural — by @ifearjwn, NOT THE PADDLE BOARD, y/n simps 🫵😁, love u riki, can’t wait for more chapters!

# oh, ni-ki you’re so fine! — by @aernx ,made by mutual! ,sooha jumpscare 😟, NI-KI SO CUTE

# JUNGWON

# stuck by glue — by @yyunari, WINX CLUB AU!, me when y/nwon 💖💖

# mint chocolate shirt — by @wonieleles, i love me some one-sided rivalry, won just stop being mean and kiss her already 🙄

# idol crush! — by @enhas-bestie, I WANT TO PUNCH THE ANTIS SO BAD

# whats after like?! — by @haew0nz, i forgot about what happened 😭, will reread but ik it’s good!!

# cat hotline ♡ — by @faelyncore, CATS AND LOVE=FAV

# wr⩇ng r⩇⩇m! — by @soov, SO CUTE SHSJSJSJSJ

# our beloved leaders — by @tzyuki, yes i just binged the whole smau today, f that zira anti fr, Y/NWON 😔😔🩷🩷

# JUNGWON & RIKI

# pick me! — by @urszn, YUUURRRRR

# SUNOO

(i only read one 😭 please recommend me some)

# ykwim? — by @astrae4, still only has a few chapters but i love it already 💖💖

# SUNGHOON

(i only read one 😭 please recommend me some)

# vlive confession — by @starjaeyun, ITS JUST SO AHH, waiting for more chapters 💖💖

# JAKE

# paper rings — by @117luv, the kids are adorable ���️❤️, when he changed his user 💀

# dad diaries — by @117luv, spinoff of paper rings, cute ☹️❤️❤️

# hey prez!! ✰ — by @yeeunjia, on hiatus but really good ❤️

# rink of love — by @pagesofmiracles, so cute 😭😭🩷🩷

# JAY

unfortunately didn’t read a jay one yet 🫠 will read after i’m done with this

# HEESEUNG

# dear, heeseung — by @jungwnies, will reread ❤️, it’s cute too

# twitter sucks! — by @filmbyjy, the comedy here LMAO, riki in this is literally me

# curious cat — by @heerocks, AHHHH 💖

# JUST ADDED

# don’t date my brother — by @mosinterlude, LOVED HOW YOU ADDED KONON AND THE ANGST 🤌🤌, also love the fact that it has some idol’s sisters (and brother) <33

# soulmate tracker — by @son4taa, i remember reading this a while back but forgot about it im sorry 😭😭, ITS VERY GOOD THOUGH

# rink of love — by @pagesofmiracles, so cute 😭😭🩷🩷

# our beloved leaders — by @tzyuki, yes i just binged the whole smau today, f that zira anti fr, Y/NWON 😔😔🩷🩷

# 💌 c u p i d 💘 — by @roseyrays (aka me!), yes this is self promoting 🤌🤌

# ( 尤も ) natural — by @ifearjwn, NOT THE PADDLE BOARD, y/n simps 🫵😁, love u riki, can’t wait for more chapters!

# oh, ni-ki you’re so fine! — by @aernx ,made by mutual! ,sooha jumpscare 😟, NI-KI SO CUTE

[2-dsimp]

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Yandere Spinoffs

The hero

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Guilty as charged 👀 that is just one of his little fantasies he has of his precious heroling. But he’s rather disobedient so he’d just nut without any care in the world once he’s gotten his fix.

Cw: 🔞MDNI🔞 m! masterbation, slight degradation, Adonis being a cheeky bastard yet again, humiliation, masochistic behavior, footjob m! receiving, dry humping, very suggestive

A/n: final pt3 of Adonis post dump

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As you know the Hero is an absolute fiend for any type of scornful reaction you give him. Which is why he enjoys pressing every little button to push you into taking out all your frustrations on him. You’d think he’d be doing you a service for volunteering to be your stress punching bag. But in all honesty his masochistic side is preening underneath all the negative attention he’s garnered so effortlessly from his darling heroling.

His rough hands furiously pumped his veiny shaft with frightening tenacity. While his tongue was lolled out, his golden lashes fluttered shut. At the idea of you treating him like a disobedient hound. Adonis could visualize it so clearly, being tied up and restrained like a patient in a psycho ward. With you towering above him, your expression twisted into a mixture of revolting disgust and frustration. Which made him hitch a breath and his cock twitch at how stimulating your harsh gaze was upon him.

The sunset knight dared to imagine you using your feet to grind down on his prominent bulge. Almost as if you’re trying to snuff out the sight of his offending cock bobbing its fat tip at you. But that feel short since he was reveling in pathetically humping his hips upwards underneath your heeled boot. A saccharine unapologetic grin was spread across his thin lips, Golden eyes glazed over with unhinged lust and unhealthy obsession.

As he dared to look upon you revering your antagonistic glare with faith akin to that of a nun while he rutted his precum stained crotch against your shiny boot getting it messy on purpose just for you to continue hurling demeaning insults for his degenerate behavior.

Adonis was nothing more then a starved beggar Hanging off every word that should’ve pierced icy daggers into his heart. But instead made his balls ache with how he was barely holding back in nutting within his straight jacket attire. He was panting breathlessly while he hunched his front against your legs, his cheek smushed against your thigh. His mouth hung open like a mindless zombie as he was teetering off the edge. He was waiting for it, that one last push, those sweet words that’ll set him free… You’ve got him begging for it.

“I hate you Adonis”

Snapping back to reality the perverted hero heaved out a choked gasp as his body racked with tremors. His cock spurting out pearly streaks of cum painting his chest and some managing to splat on his chin from the frightening velocity of his pulsating dick.

If he couldn’t be what you loved, then he’ll gladly be the one you’d hate with all of your heart. After all hate and love are two sides of the same coin.

[firstdivisiongirl]

hi! i saw your last post with baji keisuke from the spinoff and i got an idea. could you please write a one shot with baji x fem reader where she is his girlfriend, this is the very beginning of the spinoff when baji rejected chifuyu and ryusei gave him the idea that he needs to get closer to baji's girlfriend so that keisuke would be nicer to him (he sticks to her at school, offers to walk her home when baji is late at school and when he is at keisuke's house he also surprises her with attention), but baji starts to get very jealous and angry. sorry if this is too long a request, thank you very much!

Hello. This isn't too long. It's really cute. I love the spin-off so much, so writing anything for it is super fun. I also love the First Division Trio so much. Thank you for the request and hope you enjoy!

Keisuke Baji x Fem Reader: Your Own Little Shōjo

Chifuyu really wanted to be in Toman.  He wanted to be by Baji’s side.  So when Ryusei told him that befriending Baji’s girlfriend would help him out, he was definitely doing it!  But you were nothing what he pictured.  When he heard from Ryusei that Baji had a girlfriend, he pictured some tough girl who could fight and rode motorcycles.  But like when he first met Baji, nothing is ever what it seems.  You were cute and the furthest thing from a delinquent.  You were like everything Baji wasn’t and it made you two even cuter.  The hopeless romantic in him was obsessed with it.

As each day went by, he started to spend more and more time with you.  Much to Baji’s dismay.  Chifuyu was always talking to you in school, he’d walk you home if Baji was staying after, and even worse, he gives you so much attention.  And Baji was NOT happy about this.  One day, the three of you were walking home.  The day was really nice and sunny.  Chifuyu of course stole your attention.  “Hey Y/N,” he said, handing you a volume of Nana, “here’s volume 3.  What do you think of it so far?”

You smiled at him taking the volume, “it’s really good.  I just can’t stop reading it.  Thank you so much for letting me borrow it.”

“It’s nothing.  I have a ton of manga.  You’re welcome to borrow it anytime.  Maybe you can come over and…”

Baji growled, “she is MY girlfriend so back off!  I get you wanna be in Toman so badly.  But flirting with my girlfriend is NOT the way to do it.  I really wanna punch you right now, but she is the only reason I’m not.  Goodbye!”  Baji grabs your hand and drags you away from a very very confused Chifuyu.  

“Keisuke,” you asked him, walking a little bit behind him, “what was that about?  We’re just sharing manga.  Wait, are you jealous?”

Baji blushed and let go of your hand.  “Nn..o,” he stuttered, “I’m not jealous.  I just don’t like that you're spending so much time with him.”

You giggle, “that’s jealousy.”

“Whatever, let’s go to the bookstore.  I’ll buy you some manga.”  You giggle again.  This definitely felt like your own little shōjo story.  Jealous love interest and all.

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[frankenfran]

PLEASE talk as much as you want about final fantasy. Since I already have 3 FF questions, I'll let you choose whatever you want to talk about most

1. I wanna hear what you don't like about XV and XVI (I only know the story of XVI and yeah it has. issues)

2. What do you think about the older 2D FFs?

3. I know there's an insane amount of spinoffs and side stories, so of them all, what do you think is a must-play for someone like me who wants to get more into the series? (I've only played most of tactics, and FF I Advance of all things)

oh goodness well, this probably won't be popular but since you asked... (under a read more because it's fucking long)

1.) as reductively as possible: too much of a focus on men. deeply misogynistic games. it feels like they're a response to the misogynistic backlash to ffxiii. yes ffxiii had plenty of problems but given the culture at the time (which obviously hasn't gotten much better) it kinda felt like a lot of people rejected it as soon as they saw a woman as the protag. the craziest part is she's basically just cloud post transition but mysteriously people think all those traits on a woman are irritating or cringe.

anyway, this is obviously just my own personal feeling but it feels like they went the opposite direction and decided there should be less women going forward. ffxiv is infamous for killing every important female character and ffxv is just a yaoi road trip with minimal female involvement. you'd certainly think there were no women in the game based on the fan art and, unsurprisingly, people loved that. i mean consider the reaction to ffx-2 vs. ffxv. they're both obviously very different games in a lot of ways but one of them is about boys going on an adventure together and the other is about girls doing the same. one of them is considered embarrassing and got tons of backlash from fans contemporarily for being too girly and the other was a huge hit with fans and loved even with its flaws. it's worth noting ffxv was also originally a ffxiii spinoff that became it's own thing so. that's also information.

ffxvi is even more egregious in some ways but ill admit a lot of those are mostly personal. it's fucking ugly and dull and i would not know it's a final fantasy game if it weren't for the ill fitting chocobos in some trailers. i know it's ironic for me to say that considering i praised ffix for looking unlike any other ff game but they went in the wrong direction. it's clearly inspired by prestige western fantasy slop like GoT and the witcher and unfortunately those are the exact things i do not want in fantasy. some people like that and that's fine but it's clearly not for me.

anyway, iirc the writers from ffxiv worked on this and from what ive seen it shows in the worst ways. these are the writers who couldn't introduce a woman without killing her off so already off to a bad start but. it's punching above its weight class. it's trying so hard to be a epic grizzly dark fantasy but it just falls so flat. they say fuck all the time in the same way that one dmc game everyone hated did. im sure there's some amount of nuance that gets lost in translation but the only woman in the amount of the game i saw was, quite literally, an evil screeching harpy manipulator. which is not like, something im against obviously as a lover of women but for that to be the only woman in the first like. 10+ hours of the game? come the fuck on. maybe it gets better i honestly don't know. and i don't think i ever will because what i saw of that game was so immensely disappointing that im not sure ill ever bother.

i have plenty more i could say about both games but ive said soooo much already and honestly i can't imagine the misogyny website would particularly enjoy even more of my "misandry" lmfao. in short:

2.) i really enjoy the older 2D final fantasies but ive only really played a chunk of ffvi and the original ff. some day ill definitely give them a go! i feel like the ff fan equivalent of a zoomer for loving almost everything from ffvi onwards and not having much to say about the older ones but. the biggest barrier for me is the same one i have with the older dragon quests. they're not particularly hard or anything but they expect you to grind. a whole lot. if i was a kid and my only game was ffiii id be on that grind but it's a bit harder as an adult who can like. just do anything else. i even like grinding and getting into that flow state but i haven't been as much in the mood for it these days, or if i have it's been for different games. ill definitely get around to them eventually though. young immortal mindset as ive said before. watching my gf try and play through them did sort of make me want to give it a spin even with her furping.

3.) honestly you're already off to a good start! tactics is well beloved for a reason and it's probably the most recommended spinoff. id also highly recommend tactics advance. it's not as like, dark and serious as tactics but the style and gameplay and story are all executed nearly flawlessly. it's a favourite of our beloved princess nettlebloom and that's reason enough! definitely finish tactics first though. hmm... if you play ffxii and also enjoyed tactics advance then give FFXII: revenant wings a try! it's a weird RTS type game but it's in the style of tactics advance and very cute. definitely not for everyone though.

it's really far from essential but if you can somehow manage to organise enough people for it i highly recommend giving crystal chronicles a try. it's really fun with other people and it's close to ffix stylistically so im a big fan. maybe try dissidia if you want a silly fighting game? kebs seemed to enjoy stranger of paradise quite a bit and it seems like mindless action game fun so maybe give that a look if it interests you. honestly the spin-offs cover such a wide range of genre and quality that it's almost hard to have cohesive opinions on them lol. but i hope that helps in any way!

thank you for asking though and sorry for the wall of text! i genuinely suck at being concise and getting my points across but hopefully you could decode some of this madness lol

[pricechecktranslations]

Why do you think that Banica became as famous as to deserve her own spin off? Do you think any of the other characters could've gotten one?

Banica doesn't have her own spinoff because she's "famous". She has a spinoff because mothy wanted to write one.

Like, don't get me wrong, I'm sure her popularity factored at least a little into his decision making, he is trying to make a living after all (he once posted a poll on Twitter bouncing around a few of his post-EC ideas, one being a Banica series, the other two being the OSS books and a Three Heroes novel), but he's a single individual who is (currently) self-published. I think he made a spinoff surrounding Banica because he likes her character and he likes the direction that the series can take with her.

I don't see how any of the other characters could have gotten one, at least not a spinoff of this type. He's been building Banica into who she is through pretty much the whole series. She is uniquely positioned to be the soul that breaks out on her own and does her own thing, and her character is very much a "roll with the punches" sort that fits well into a multiverse plot. She's also enough of a side-character that her story doesn't feel "finished" with the end of EC, unlike, say, Levia.

edit: To answer the first question--Banica is extremely charismatic and likeable, and she surrounds herself with other interesting characters. Hence, she's popular.

[walking-bee-hive]

Please.

PLEASE-

Someone please tell me how old Lupin the third Jr (Lupin the brat) is?? Because I always assumed he was like twelve in the main story.But after finishing whatever manga panels I could get my grubby little hands of online,It’s getting more implied that him and Marilyn are dating??

Which I would fucking hope not,but it was the 60’s and monkey punch is known for doing unhinged shit (aka straight up rape) in his works.So including possible pedophila doesn’t surprise me.But like-

I always just kinda assumed they had a very close bond,as in an affection for one another,Because he does care about her and wants her to have nice things.But now it just kinda seems like a weird spinoff of Lupin and Fujiko. but I have bronchitis rn and it’s hard to perceive things easily.

Because like- I never had the feeling Marilyn was using Jr to get stuff?? She gives off the opposite vibe to me.And circling back to the age thing.He said he was searching for Lupin for like five years.So my dumbass just assumed in the first panel where Fujiko shipped him off,he was like seven-? And twelve in the main story.But

THIS?? Is really tripping me up.

Because he’s always been tiny,and again I know this is a spinoff and not relevant at all.But I have no friends in the Lupin fandom and my brain has attached itself to this little scrunkly.So I really just want someone to discuss about him with.

But if he’s been doing this for five years- was he 12 when he started his journey.And is 17 instead??Please someone give their thoughts about this.I need someone to discuss him with.I love them-

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

I am obsessed with this adorable little spinoff I wrote for this, but I need to actually introduce the backstory before I can publish that 🥲.

6. Sigh. You're trash, you know that?

Part 1 - the machine

Part 2 - the period

Part 3 - the sparring

Part 4 - the socks

Part 5 - the sick day

Warnings: explicit description of sex (male x female). Praise kink.

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     Peter gave Peter a friendly punch on the shoulder as they walked out of the lift. “Good job on the mission today, Peter.” 

     “You too, Peter, we make a good team,” Peter agreed. Peter grinned. 

     “Yeah! It’s almost like you can-”

     “Read my mind? I know, right?!” The two of them burst into laughter and Miguel rolled his eyes at the silly joke. He tensed suddenly as he felt slender fingers sliding between his, but then he looked down and found his little girlfriend smiling up at him, almost like she’d known that he’d be annoyed by their inane conversation. He relaxed as she squeezed his fingers reassuringly … but then Peter decided to open his mouth again. 

     “Hey, so, uh, about the mission report …” 

     X waved him off, knowing how much the Peter’s hated writing up the reports. “I’ll-”

     “You two will take care of it,” Miguel told them, tightening his grip on X’s hand. She’d always let them get away with not writing the reports, giving him the excuse that they’d end up editing so much of it anyway that they might as well have just written it themselves. “X already made a template for everyone to use, so I want it done perfectly and I want it done by Monday.” 

     The Peter’s looked like they were about to argue about having to work over the weekend, but then Miguel fixed them with a threatening glare and any protests they might have had died on their tongue. 

     “Uh, sure, Miguel. We’ll get it done by Monday.” Miguel nodded in approval and the two of them left without another word. X shot Miguel a questioning - and amused - look when they were alone. 

     “What was that about?” she asked. Miguel sighed and turned to face her, brushing a loose curl behind her ear. 

     “You can’t keep doing everyone’s work for them, querida,” he told her gently. “They’ll never learn otherwise.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and she lowered her head as her lips stretched into a shy smile. 

     “Oh. Okay.” 

     Miguel felt his stomach flip at her sudden change in demeanour and he moved his hands to her waist to tug her closer to him. 

     “So,” he began, his voice low and smooth as he leaned over her, “now that your weekend is free, what do you want to do, cariño?” 

     His girlfriend giggled at his mischievous tone and he felt his heart stutter in his chest. She slid her arms around his neck and looked up at him with a suggestive smirk. “Well, I might have an idea or two …”

     Miguel grinned and slid his hand back up to her cheek as he bent over to lower his mouth to hers. But then the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted his thoughts. 

     “Don’t mind me!” Ben reassured them loudly as he rushed past. “Just walking past in this very public, very crowded building. I’ll see you guys around! Have fun, you crazy kids!” 

     Miguel narrowed his eyes in irritation and X laughed as she turned his face back to hers. “Maybe we should go home first, querido?” 

     Miguel relaxed at the sight of her indefatigable smile, then started tapping on his watch to open up a portal. X stopped him before he could, however, curling her fingers around his wrist quickly. He looked up at her, confused, and she flashed him a mischievous smile. “Can we go back to my place? I have a surprise for you.” 

     He raised an eyebrow, considering: he’d never been too fond of surprises, but she’d always known exactly what he needed, even before they’d started dating. X fixed him with an eager expression and Miguel’s lips twisted with excitement as he found himself looking forward to whatever she’d had planned for him. He opened up a portal to take them to her place, then returned his hands to her waist once they’d stepped through. X snickered as Miguel pressed his lips to hers and bent her backwards in his arms. He groaned as she scrunched his hair between her fingers, then he slid his hands down her body to cup her ass. “Querida …” 

     X shivered as the deep sound of her boyfriend’s satisfaction rumbled through her body. Miguel smiled, then moved his mouth to her neck, nuzzling her skin with his nose and lips as he began walking her backwards to her bed. 

     “Miguel,” X chuckled, clinging onto his brawny shoulders as he squeezed and stroked her waist and ass. “Miguel, wait!” 

     He pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her and her heart fluttered at the way his wavy hair fell into his copper eyes. He was so handsome, her boyfriend, so hot and so sexy. Miguel raised an eyebrow at the look on her face, knowing exactly what she was thinking, and she swallowed hard as another swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach. 

     “U-Um, the surprise …” she reminded him softly, turning her face away from his as her lips stretched into a bashful smile. Miguel grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek before getting up off of her. 

     “It’s gonna be so good, Miguel!” she continued, pushing herself to her feet and standing before him. “But I have to get it ready first! Can you, like, go shower, or something?”

     She bounced on the balls of her feet as her enthusiasm grew and Miguel felt his chest warm at the now familiar quirk. He stepped closer to her to slide her hands around his waist and she reached up to ruffle his hair. “Yes! Go shower! Then you can get your hair all wet and stuff.”

     It was amazing how something as simple as him getting his hair wet was enough to make her so happy; how he was enough to make her so happy. Miguel bent over to kiss her again and X wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She laughed when his hands drifted back down to her ass again and took a step away from him. 

     “Go!” X commanded, turning him around and attempting to shove him towards the toilet. Miguel let out a soft chuckle and did as she'd asked, but he left the door open just an inch; just enough for her to hear him turn on the shower but make no effort to remove his clothes and get into it. 

     "Miguel!" she chided him, knowing that he was waiting, listening intently for any hint as to what she might be preparing for him. He let out an exasperated sigh, but his lips curled at the ends as he pushed the door closed before deactivating his suit and stepping under the water. He tried to focus his hearing again, but she was too quiet, each movement of her body carefully controlled, each step cautiously placed so he wouldn't be able to catch a sound. He closed his eyes and his lips twisted into a smirk as he soaked himself in the warm water. It didn't really matter what she'd gotten him though, because he knew how he'd be thanking her for it anyway; knew how she was hoping he'd be thanking her for it. His blood rushed to his core in anticipation, his heart pounding at the thought of her body beneath his, her soft skin sliding against his own, her sweet voice moaning his name as he pleased her in all the ways he'd come to know she enjoyed. He exhaled, trying to calm himself down as he continued to wait, but his patience was starting to wear thin. Mierda, what was taking her so long?

     She twisted around, studying herself in the mirror. The red lace wrapped tightly around her breasts, squeezing them together and demanding they be given attention. The scandalous material matched the gauzy fabric stretched over her crotch, just covering up all her naughty bits. She tugged on the tight straps criss-crossing her ribs and waist, adjusting them so that they sat perfectly on her curves, accentuating every hollow and line. She bit her lip as a rush of adrenaline shot through her in anticipation of his reaction. Would he like it? God, she hoped he'd like it! He'd better like it! Oh! The socks! 

     She ran over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of thick, woollen socks, slipping them on before returning to check herself in the mirror again. She knew how much it thrilled him to see her in his clothes - how aroused he became by the sight of the oversized fabric slipping and sliding off her small frame, exposing patches of her bare skin for him to stroke and squeeze whenever he managed to grab hold of her. And the socks were the perfect last touch to the outfit. 

     “Miguel?” she called, her fingers clenching and unclenching behind her back nervously. “I’m ready!”

     He shook the last few droplets of water out of his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist. She sounded apprehensive; worried that he might not like what she'd had planned. But that only made him all the more determined to love it. All the care, all the effort, all the love she put into everything she did for him: that was the biggest gift he could have ever asked for. He pulled the door open and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to show her as much … but then his gaze fell upon her and every single thought flew out of his brain. 

     She was gorgeous: the curled ends of her hair brushing over her delicious breasts, all wrapped up in the naughty red lace like a present meant just for him; the thin red straps clinging to her exquisite curves, each line giving his eyes a perfect path to follow down her torso; the flimsy underwear hanging from her waist, challenging him to rip it apart and take her however he wanted. And maldita sea, those socks! Those oversized brown socks, sliding down her calves, reminding him of just how small she was compared to him - how easy it was for him to pick her up and have his way with her.

     "Miguel?" X asked him softly, unable to hide the delighted smile lighting up her face. "Do you … like it?" 

     He looked up at her, dazed, his red-brown irises swallowed whole by his dark pupils. Then his eyes fell back down to her body, drawn to her form like a magnet. God, he was hot, with his deep-set eyes and full lips and the damp strands of his hair falling over his forehead. X bit her lip as he walked over to her, her stomach flipping wildly as his gaze roamed over her figure.

     "Cariño," Miguel murmured, his voice awestruck. He stopped in front of her and she could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, the delicious scent of him drifting through the air and wrapping around her senses. He curled his fingers around her waist slowly, carefully, his muscles clenched with restraint as he continued to appraise her. "Querida." 

     She was so sexy. So beautiful and so perfect and so … He ran his fingers up and down her sides, trying to figure out where to start; if he even wanted to start or if he just wanted to look at her, all dressed up so nicely for him! Just for him. She raised her hands to his shoulders, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and he struggled to understand how she could look up at him like that; like he was the one with the upper hand, like she was the one who would do anything he asked her to, even as she was standing before him looking like … that. He exhaled raggedly, his hands moving lower down her sides with every stroke, and X grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body flush against his. 

     “¡Maldita sea, cariño!” Miguel let out a low groan as X pressed her lips to his collarbone. He squeezed her waist, trying to restrain himself so she could take her time to explore, but then she ran her thumbs across his nipples and his cock sprang to life immediately. 

     “F*ck,” Miguel breathed, digging his fingers into her ass. He lifted her onto his hips, and X brushed her thumb across his lips as he carried her over to her bed, noting the way his jaw clenched at her tender caress and the way his breathing hitched as she tugged his bottom lip. She pinched his towel between her toes and pulled it off as he turned around and sat down on the end of her bed.

     He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across the peaks and valleys of her plush breasts. He was going to take his time with her tonight. Mierda, he was going to take his time: stroking and squeezing and licking and nipping until the only thing she could remember was his name. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, stroking her smooth skin, and her toes curled at the feeling. 

     “Miguel?” X squeaked, the breathy tone of her voice travelling straight down to his centre. Miguel sucked in a breath as he squeezed her thighs, but he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her chest. F*ck, she looked delicious. 

     “Hmm?” he hummed, snaking his thumbs beneath the straps of her underwear to rub the joints between her pelvis and thighs. X gasped as the sticky liquid began to leak out of her - just like it always did - and Miguel shook his head slightly as the smell hit him like a punch to the face. He sucked in a ragged breath, then gripped the tops of her thighs so he could pull her apart slowly. He dragged her forward slightly, just enough for her to feel the tip of his cock brush against her clit, just a touch, and already, he could feel her beginning to throb against him. 

     “F*ck. I haven’t even done anything yet, cariño,” he pointed out to her, a weak chuckle falling from his mouth. Dios, she was gorgeous, so perfect and so completely his; all his to do with whatever he wished. He removed his hands from her underwear and slid them up her torso to squeeze her breasts. X’s head fell back with pleasure and Miguel’s eyes honed in on the delicate length of her neck. He leaned forward to slither his tongue along her pulse point and X squeezed her legs together as he grazed her skin with his fangs, inadvertently rubbing herself up against him and eliciting a frustrated twitch out of her p*ssy. 

     “Hngrh!” X let out a surprised yelp and Miguel groaned at her obvious desperation for him. He dug his fingers into her ass and pulled her tightly against him, allowing his cock a brief moment of relief as her warm core pressed up against his. His hips moved slightly, instinctively trying to grind up against her, but he forced himself to stop. 

     “Miguel, can you …” X wriggled around as her body heated up at the feeling of him pressing against her but refusing to move. “What are you doing, querido?” 

     He almost gave in - almost started grinding up against her at her use of the sweet term, exactly as she’d intended for him to do - but he’d promised himself he’d take his time with her. He shuffled up the bed a little, pushing her back slightly so that their cores weren’t touching anymore, and X whined in frustration. “Migue-el!” 

     Miguel chuckled and cupped her breasts again so he could bury his face in them and begin licking and nibbling her soft flesh. He heard a whimper escape her throat as he moved his mouth to where her nipple would be and began sucking hard on her through the barely there material of her bra. Ay, carajo, what beautiful underwear she’d gotten for him, all his to enjoy, all his to admire. He closed his mouth around her entire breast and flicked his tongue across her stiff peak, and X arched her back as her body grew more aroused. She writhed around in his arms, her soft little p*ssy pulsating against his cock insistently, and Miguel moaned as he circled his arms around her waist. 

     “Tan hermosa, cariño (So beautiful, sweetheart),” he murmured into the crook of her neck, knowing how much she loved it when he praised her through it. “So f*cking gorgeous. And all of this, just for me?”

     He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the base of her ear before pulling back to look at her. X nodded shyly, pleased that she’d managed to do such a good job, and Miguel grinned as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin. He leaned forward to brush his lips against hers, sneaking his tongue into her mouth and sweeping it around in slow, appreciative strokes. X moaned and Miguel responded in kind as she wrapped her legs around him, her pretty little p*ssy already so wet for him. He snickered as she squeezed her legs together, trying to control her body so he could take his time to enjoy her - to touch her and taste her and do whatever he wanted with her - but she just couldn’t seem to help herself when it came to him. 

     “Then we’d better make the most of it, hmm, querida?” Miguel pulled away to meet her gaze and X bit her lip as she nodded, the smile still plastered across her face: he liked it. He really liked it, if the smoothness of his tone and his inability to keep his eyes off her was any indication of his feelings. 

     His heart stuttered at the way she peeked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, her expression so irresistibly adorable. Then he placed his hands on either side of her breasts and pushed them together so they bounced deliciously. He licked his lips at the sight, admiring her beautiful body so nicely dressed up for him, then he leaned forward to kiss her again. 

     She kept her hands curled tightly around his shoulders as he shuffled higher up the bed, keeping herself steady, and her stomach buzzed when he wrapped a strong arm around her waist to hold her against him. Miguel pulled her down on top of him as he lay back and X grinned as she lowered her mouth to his neck. She loved surprising him: he was so knowledgeable and so experienced, so it always drove her giddy with excitement whenever she managed to catch him off guard or render him speechless. Miguel moaned softly as she licked and sucked the warm skin of his neck, gentle praises falling from his lips at her teasing. Finally, she sat up and turned around, settling herself back on top of him and taking hold of his cock.

     Her movements were slow and careful as she began kissing and licking his tip, her fingers brushing his shaft gently as she took her time getting used to the feel of him. She was still so nervous - so shy - like she didn't know how absolutely wild she drove him, with her pretty smile and her beautiful eyes and gorgeous little body. Miguel reached up and slid his finger beneath the strap of her thong, plucking it back and running his knuckle along her length. X's entire body tightened at the sensation and Miguel let out a chuckle, delighted by her sensitivity. He circled her entrance lazily, coating his finger in the sticky liquid trickling out of her. Then he slid into her, the movement easy thanks to how wet she already was. X gasped as he moved his finger in and out of her and she let out a soft whimper as her legs twitched in response to his teasing.

     “Ay … Querida …” Miguel sighed as she swirled her tongue around him and sucked on him gently. She let out a low moan, delighting in the sensation of his thick girth brushing against the insides of her cheeks, and Miguel shuddered as the vibrations danced along his length. He pulled his finger out of her as his head fell back on the pillows, the pleasuring overtaking his body, but then she stopped and sat up again.

     She turned around, noting the way his body tensed when she abandoned his cock. But still, he waited, watching her patiently as she decided what to do next. X took his hands and guided them to the bottom of her ribs, giving him the chance to brush his thumbs along the undersides of her breasts. Her toes curled as his hands climbed higher up her bra and her eyes fluttered shut with how good it felt. Miguel squeezed her soft flesh appreciatively ... but then she heard the sound of fabric ripping. She opened her eyes, confused, only to find her boyfriend's claws extended over her now exposed breasts. She looked up at Miguel in surprise and he flashed her a sheepish smile before returning his attention to her chest.

     “We'll get you another one, querida,” he reassured her, gliding his fingers across her pebbled nipples. “One that unhooks in the front next time.”

     He shot her another naughty smile, then he pushed himself up the pillows so he could take one of her breasts in his mouth. 

     She shuddered as Miguel swirled his tongue around her, tasting her like she was an especially sweet dessert he wanted to savour. He moaned softly as his hands drifted down her back and X went dizzy as the satisfied sound rumbled into her chest. Miguel slipped his long fingers into her underwear and curled them around her ass, squeezing her so that her centre rocked against his, and X squeaked with surprise as her clit brushed against his cock again.

     “Mmm, querida …” Miguel flipped them over suddenly, trapping her beneath him, and ran his hand down her body, setting a path for his nose to follow. He nuzzled her gently, sprinkling her skin with little bites and kisses, then he began rolling his hips against the mattress as he buried his face in her breasts, his aching cock searching desperately for some relief as he nipped and teased her soft flesh. 

     “Arañita,” he groaned, his voice so thick with desire that it sounded little more than a growl. X shivered at the sound, then pawed at his back, silently asking him to move up over her. Miguel pushed himself up on his hands and grinned smugly at her as she tugged his shoulders, trying to pull his lips down onto hers. 

     Oh, God, he was hot! His lips twisted into that mischievous smirk, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing as he lowered himself on top of her. X went dizzy for a moment, overcome with admiration for her handsome boyfriend, then she wrapped herself around him when he began kissing her again. Miguel slid his hand up to her breast and rolled his thumb around her nipple as he caressed her soft flesh in between his fingers. X’s back arched off the bed in response and Miguel quickly caught her lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it teasingly as she writhed around beneath him. 

     “Ah!” X gasped at the flood of pleasure overwhelming her senses and Miguel laughed when he saw the unfocused expression on her face. He began making his way down her body again, folding her legs against her chest and nipping her ankles when he got to them. 

     “Are these … my socks, querida?” he asked, another giddy laugh bubbling out of his chest at the sight of the soft material sliding down her slender calves. X whimpered, trying to get out a response, but all she could do was nod. Miguel grinned and pressed a kiss to her ankle before flipping her over onto her knees. X let out an exclamation of surprise, then fell onto her chest when he pressed her hole through the fabric of her underwear. She let out another small whine as her hips began moving against him, begging for relief, and Miguel finally ripped her underwear off all together. He slid his thumbs back up the centre of her ass, then circled both of her openings, prompting little gasps and pants to fall from her lips. He pressed her holes lightly, teasing her, then he slid his thumbs into her, dipping them in and out of her entrances to please her. 

     “Oooohhhh,” X moaned, her entire core pulsing excitedly at the feeling of his thick digits rubbing her sensitive skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure and it wasn’t long before she was shuddering beneath his touch. “M-Miguel …”

     She rolled over onto her back when she was done and blinked up at him dazedly, trying to regain her focus. But then he was leaning over her with that wicked grin again, his wavy brown hair falling into his fiery eyes, and her mind went blank at the sight. 

     “Don’t worry, querida,” he told her, the expression on his face anything but reassuring. “We’re just getting started.” 

     “I don’t think I can come anymore, Miguel,” X whimpered, her legs trembling around her boyfriend’s head. She'd managed to grab her phone at some point to check the time and she'd been bewildered to find that two hours had passed since they'd started. Two hours?! She hadn't even realised how quickly time had been slipping away! She tugged Miguel's hair now, trying to get him to stop, and he finally lifted his head. 

     “Está bien, mi amor (It's okay, my love),” he reassured her, licking up the sticky liquid dripping down his chin. “Solo uno más, querida, uno más (Just one more, darling, one more).”

     He pushed himself to a seat, then pulled her up onto his lap. X squeezed her legs around him, trying to close them and gain a bit of respite, but Miguel cupped her ass, pulling her centre closer to his.

     “Miguel …” X whined, her voice high-pitched and her words slurred. 

     “Dame uno más, querida, uno más (Give me one more, darling, one more),” Miguel repeated encouragingly, sliding his swollen cock along her soaked folds. “Puedes hacerlo, arañita, I know you can do it (You can do it, little spider ...). Such a good girl, hmm? Taking me in so nicely, taking my d*ck into that pretty little p*ssy of yours.”

     He poked her hole with his tip, dipping in and out of her cautiously, then he moved his hands to her waist and tugged her towards him, easing his cock into her inch by inch until he was buried inside of her completely. 

     “That's right, arañita. All the way in,” he praised her, smiling smugly at the dazed look on her face “Such a good girl.” 

     He knew it drove her mad when he called that, but only when he was already inside of her. He’d tried it once at HQ, sidling up to her and congratulating her for doing a good job on one of the missions she’d gone on without him, but the line had fallen flat and her lips had pulled back into a grimace before she’d walked away. Then he’d tried it again, when they were sitting on her sofa, her shirt tossed aside, his hands wandering across her exposed skin. But again, she’d winced and pulled her clothes back on before settling in for a night in front of the television. Miguel rolled his hips, pushing himself up into his girlfriend and allowing his balls to press deliciously against her ass. F*ck, she felt so good. 

     “You’re doing such a good job, arañita,” he murmured in her ear, continuing to grind up against her slowly. “So wet and so tight around my dick. Such a good girl, mi preciosa.” 

     A frustrated whine erupted from X’s mouth and Miguel snickered softly before pressing his lips to her shoulder. He licked and sucked on her appreciatively, grazing her skin with his fangs as he made his way up the side of her neck, then he pulled back when he heard a small sob escape from her throat. 

     “Aww. ¿Qué pasó, arañita? (What happened, little spider?)” he asked X, chuckling at the sight of the wet trail running down her cheek. She looked up at him with round eyes and he grinned as he brushed the tear away. He gripped her chin gently in his hand, tipping her face up to his, and her lips fell open at the sight of the satisfied look on his face. “Do you want to come again, princesa? Do you want to come with my dick inside of you this time?” 

     X gasped as her body contracted at his gentle praises and his slow thrusts, then she bit her lip and nodded quickly. He was being so soft and so sweet with her and holy shit, the heady smell wafting off of him when he was all sexed up and dripping with sweat? It made it so difficult for her to think about anything but how badly she wanted his lush lips to be pressed up against hers. She leaned forward, closing the distance between their mouths, and her boyfriend laughed again as her hips began moving against his. She felt herself go dizzy at the way the low sound vibrated out of his chest, but Miguel tightened his grip on her, keeping her upright against him. 

     “Such a good girl, princesa,” Miguel continued, moving his lips to her neck to murmur softly against her skin, “taking me in so nicely with that pretty little p*ssy of yours. Hmm? Look at what a good job you’re doing!”

     Holy shit! X’s head fell against his shoulder as another wave of arousal scrambled her brain. How could he speak to her like that? His tone so sweet even as he whispered such naughty words into her neck? Shit. She slid her fingers into his hair and her eyes rolled back in her head at how soft the damp strands felt. 

     “And that underwear you got for me?” Miguel told her, speeding up his movements just a little. “All dressed up so nicely, just for me? Tan hermosa, cariño, I almost didn’t want to take it off (So beautiful, sweetheart ...)."

     “Miguel …” X mumbled, collapsing against him and letting him take over entirely. Miguel grinned and shuffled forward slightly, reaching up to hold the bed frame so he could steady himself as he began thrusting harder into her. X sighed as he stretched her out, his thick cock stuffing her up so very nicely, his swollen tip hitting her sweet spot so deliciously. Then she tensed up as the white hot pleasure began tickling the edges of her brain. 

     “That’s it, mi arañita,” Miguel coaxed her, his smooth tone tipping her over the edge and prompting her body to start shuddering with pleasure. “Come all you want, princesa, you deserve it. Taking me in so nicely, such a good girl, mi querida.” 

     Dios, it felt so good the way her tight little p*ssy would flutter excitedly around his cock whenever he made her come. F*ck. He slid himself out of her one more time, letting every inch of his throbbing cock experience her desperate squeezes, then he thrust himself into her, filling her up with his sperm and displacing the now-dry c*m that he’d already placed there earlier. X squeaked in surprise as she scrambled against him, her fingers digging into his muscles as she tried to hang on against the force of his ejaculation. Then finally, they both finished, and Miguel released his tight hold on her. 

     X stumbled off of his lap, falling backwards against the pillows and pulling them apart. She sighed as she pushed her legs closed, finally allowing her aching thighs some relief. She blinked up at Miguel, trying to focus on his features in the dim light of the room, and found an equally hazy expression on his face. He shook his head, regaining control of his thoughts, then he grinned and reached for her waist, leaning forward to kiss her. 

     But quick as a flash, she darted out from beneath him, throwing herself off the bed. X pushed herself to her feet and dashed over to the cupboard, not stopping even when she heard him growl from behind her. She flung the doors open and blindly grabbed a shirt as he leaped off the bed and chased after her. Her arms flailed wildly as she pulled it down over her body and she’d just managed to poke her head through the hole when Miguel caught up with her, his eyes glowing an angry red, his fangs bared in a vicious snarl. 

     “¡¿Qué haces, querida?! (What are you doing, darling?!)” he exclaimed, grabbing the front of her shirt and twisting his claws into the fabric. X gulped and put her hands on his chest, keeping a foot of space between them. 

     “I am so tired, Miguel. I need to sleep.” She turned back to the cupboard to grab some of her underwear, wrenching herself out of his grasp. Then she swivelled back around and pat him on the shoulder reassuringly. “We can continue this tomorrow …”

     Miguel sighed as she stumbled into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Maybe he’d pushed her too far. He walked back to his bed and tugged off the soaked and stained quilt cover before replacing it with a fresh one. He pulled on some underwear then settled down onto the pillows, trying to relax as he waited for her to return to bed. But the seconds ticked by and she continued to hide in the toilet. Miguel swallowed down his fear, chiding himself about being so dramatic: she wasn’t hiding from him, she was just … cleaning herself up. Right? It wasn’t like he’d scared her away with his … burning eyes and his cruel fangs and his wicked claws and-

     “You are actually insane, you psycho.” He focussed his hearing on her voice as it drifted through the still closed toilet door and his heart stopped at her words. But then, “I love you.” 

     She opened the door and peeked out at him from behind it, her lips curled into an amused smile. And suddenly, he felt all the tension leave his body. X’s grin grew wider when she saw him settled on the bed and he pulled the covers down before calling out to her softly, “ven aquí, querida (come here, darling). We'll go to sleep. Come here.”

     He patted the space next to him and X dashed over to the bed delightedly. She hopped under the covers and snuggled up against him and Miguel chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

     “Night, Miguel, I love you,” she told him, just as she did every night before they fell asleep. Miguel’s chest warmed at the words and he shifted in position to better cuddle her against him. 

     “Good night, X,” he murmured into her hair. “Te quiero también (I love you too).”

     He stirred as a stream of sunlight snuck into the room from between his curtains. He squinted in the harsh light, then closed his eyes all together and wrapped himself tighter around his arañita. Dios, she was soft. He slid his hand up her thigh as the memories of last night started coming back to him. She’d been so warm and so soft and she’d looked so f*cking gorgeous in that sexy set of lingerie. He grinned and leaned over to press his lips to her neck as his fingers climbed higher up his girlfriend’s delicious body. He curled his fingers around her breast, but she flinched and nudged him aside before curling up into a ball. 

     X sighed and turned around, forcing one eye open to look up at him. She furrowed her brows, still drowsy with sleep, then rolled over onto her back and began tugging at the hem of her shirt. Miguel helped her get it all the way off, revealing the tiny cuts and bruises littered across her skin. His eyes lit up as they roamed across her body and he brushed his fingers across the territorial marks. X snorted at the self-satisfied smile stretched across his face, then she rolled back over onto her side. “You’re such an idiot, Miguel.” 

     “¿Querida?” Miguel asked, concerned by her uncharacteristically cold demeanour. “¿Qué pasa? (Darling? What's wrong?)”

Had he done something wrong? Had she changed her mind and decided that he really was too much for her? Too much for anyone to handle? To love?

     He pressed a kiss to her now bare shoulder, then returned his hand to her breast where he traced her nipple gently. X arched her back, starting to get aroused, and Miguel slipped his hand into her underwear, taking care of her. She was so cute and so soft and she fit so perfectly against him, the bodies melding together like they’d been sculpted around one another. X shuddered against him as she reached her peak, and Miguel nuzzled her neck affectionately whilst helping her reach her finish.

     She twisted around in his arms and gave him a lazy hug, then got up to take a shower. Miguel propped himself up on his elbow and his heart fluttered at how comfortable she was around him, walking around his room completely nude and completely at ease. He jumped up and raced over to join her, but then stopped in the doorway. 

     “Querida,” he began hesitantly, glancing at the fingernail and bite marks that decorated her back as well. X turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, waiting. “I wasn’t too rough with you last night, was I?” 

     She pressed her lips together, trying to stop the smile from rising to her lips at the memory of last night. 

     “No, I … I kind of liked it,” she admitted, her cheeks heating up at her own confession. She turned back to the shower and let out an exaggerated groan. “But you’re on your own today, querido: I need a break.”

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written for: @madwomanlexie

Title:  New Ground Author:  @theresnosafeharbor4myships Rating:  G Summary:  After returning to America, Daryl's worried about Carol, who's been acting distant. A heart-to-heart one night helps clear the air...and offers them an unexpected step forward in their relationship. A/N:  I was so happy to be your Caryl Secret Santa, Lexi! I hope this fic brings a Caryl smile to your face. I know you haven't been watching the Caryl spinoff, so I want to highlight this gif set from the trailer for s3. It's what inspired this fic. Happy Christmas, friend! <3

Daryl watched as the knife sliced across her shoulder blade, and Carol’s cry of pain simultaneously cut through his heart. He’d only had a second to glance toward her and her opponent before his own two combatants rallied and dove for him again.

He took a few hits, grunting at the punch that landed in his side, before the larger of the two men suddenly froze, then crumpled at his feet to reveal Carol, blood streaked down the side of her face, holding a dripping knife, the third enemy lying on the ground behind her. Daryl took the opportunity to knock out the remaining man, and they set to work tying him up.

“You alright?” he asked quietly as he looped rope around the man’s hands, wondering at her wound, at the swipe of blood on her brow, how she’d recovered so quickly from the fray.

“Yeah.”

Something in her tone piqued his concern. Daryl’s gaze darted towards her as she restrained the man’s ankles, but she stayed focused on her task.

“You sure?”

One side of her face tilted up in a reassuring smile before she nodded once. “Let’s get him inside.”

Daryl couldn’t help worrying about her and her unusually stoic demeanor. Their separation had lasted longer than he’d ever intended for it to, and she’d spoken often of home—the kids, their family, how Alexandria and the Commonwealth had changed, what they’d do when they got back inside the gates—as they’d made their way back to America. The blend of nostalgia, worry, fear, and excitement had left her contemplative the past few days, altogether different from the ease he’d felt with her in France and Spain.

And the relief of being on their home shores didn’t mean danger ignored them. The man they’d just tied up was proof things continued on as they ever had. In unison, they lifted and moved him into the barn they’d inhabited when the men had overtaken them.

Together they extinguished the small fire they’d started earlier in the evening, and Carol shrugged on a deep brown sweater, too large for her, but somehow sexy all the same.

“Hey, lemme take a look at your shoulder,” he entreated.

“It’s fine,” she brushed him off. “He barely got me.”

“Carol—”

“We should go. Before he wakes up. Or anyone else comes along.”

He gave her a concerned look, but she didn’t falter in her haste, snatching up the blanket she’d laid out to sleep on and her backpack. Reluctantly, he nodded in acquiescence and gathered his own meager belongings, then barred the barn from the outside. It’d give the bastard a small chance at surviving, which was more than he’d planned to grant them.

“Here,” Daryl tossed one of the men’s bags to Carol, and she rifled through it while he did the same with another pack. They made quick work of the belongings, taking the food, matches, extra knife, and gloves they found.

“Come on,” Daryl said softly, eyeing their surroundings again to be sure they hadn’t left anything of value before leading her into the forest.

They walked for over half an hour in silence, the bright moonlight offering them guidance through the crisp night as they moved farther away from the road they’d traversed the past several days. Their boat had somehow missed all the outer islands of Massachusetts and landed along the coast of Rhode Island—a better situation than he’d figured they’d end up in in the long run, but they still had several hundred miles between them and home. They’d agreed to head south along the coast but eventually cut inland to avoid the major cities as much as possible—New York and Philadelphia posed more danger than the entirety of France in his mind—so now they’d head west.

Daryl noticed Carol slowing down after a while, and he wondered if she merely felt exhausted from their daily treks or if she’d been more seriously injured than she’d let on. He feared the latter, so he began searching for a place to call it a night. Damn those bastards for sneaking up on them and forcing them to leave the warm camp they’d made.

It took another fifteen minutes to find a suitable spot to rest for the evening, an old but solidly built shed in the backyard of a decaying house tucked out in the woods. The workmanship had held all these years, and Daryl felt sure a skilled carpenter had taken the time to build the shed, maybe even after the fall. Regardless, a rickety wire fence encircled the property, and he’d hang the keys and silverware they carried with them along the enclosure to alert them of any intruders this time.

“Start a fire while I prep the perimeter?” he asked Carol after they’d unburdened themselves of their packs.

She nodded and offered him a quiet “sure,” causing his worry to flare up again. He watched her for a few moments as she moved around the yard gathering wood and kindling before setting off for his own task. Though her movements appeared normal, he needed to get a look at her shoulder, make sure she really was okay. And maybe find out why she’d become so closed off the past few days. It wasn’t their style to press each other to talk, but the shift in her had happened so abruptly. He didn’t know what to make of it and couldn’t stop wondering and worrying about her.

By the time he’d finished securing the noisemakers on the fence, Carol had a nice warm fire going, but he slowed as he approached. She’d shrugged her sweater off her wounded shoulder but kept it tucked close around her for warmth. She now struggled to stretch her left arm far enough over her right shoulder to reach and clean the cut with a strip of cloth.

She looked stunning in the flickering light of the fire, warm and soft and inviting and tantalizing. He’d seen her numerous times by both candle and firelight, but he’d never loved her more than this moment. She’d traveled across a damn ocean to find him, alone but hopeful, never losing heart that he was still out there somewhere. The list of what they’d survived together ran longer than the equator but still couldn’t compare to how he felt about her. How much he wanted her. How nervous she made him, looking beautiful and sensual in the glowing light of the fire. His heart skipped fast, and he immediately wanted to kick himself for his wayward thoughts while she was injured.

Daryl swallowed hard before moving closer, ensuring she heard his footsteps. When she did, her eyes darted to him, and she released the tension of her struggle, caught red-handed.

“I can help with that,” he offered quietly, not wanting to scold or show frustration, even as he wished she’d have let him assist when he’d first asked.

Carol merely nodded in defeat, and he knelt on the ground just behind her right shoulder. He took a steadying breath before gently taking the cloth from her hand. God, her skin was soft. He knew that, of course he did, but something about this night, how alluring she looked; her fighting spirit, his equal in every way; how she’d come to his rescue; the way she made him feel things he’d always thought himself incapable of feeling—not to mention all the things they’d seen and experienced together in other countries, the fight to get home, the hours and days and weeks they’d spent alone (a dream if he’d ever had one) getting to know one another in ways they never had before, and now, finally, finally making it back to their home country—left him breathless and wanting her more than any time in recent memory. And that was saying something.

He tried to focus on the task at hand and looked at her fresh wound. The knife had sliced through her clothing and left what looked to be a four-inch cut across her shoulder blade. Though her shirt was ripped, the fact she still wore it made viewing and cleaning the wound difficult.

“Shirt’s ruined, and I need to get a better look,” he told her, relieved he didn’t reveal his desire or nervously trip over his words.

“Just rip it. Or cut it,” she instructed.

He knew it had to be done to help her, so why did it make him so damn nervous? He’d seen her shoulders before. Hell, she walked around in flimsy tank tops every summer trying to beat the oppressive and sweltering air—while causing additional heat for him. This was a piece of cake in comparison. He needed to get himself in check—it was just a shoulder. Carol’s shoulder. In the light of the moon. With the firelight dancing over her silky skin and only the night air between them.

Daryl mentally shook his head to clear his traitorous thoughts, then grabbed the knife from his hip and sliced the shirt the rest of the way to the neckline, the material falling open to reveal most of her injury.

He groaned inwardly. They’d dressed in layers to keep warm, and now somehow her layers were causing an inferno in his blood. The sweater and shirt no longer posed a problem, but one of those blasted tank tops and her bra still did.

He wished he were unaffected by her. Or that Maggie was here to help with this or that he’d been the one who’d gotten cut. Or that she hadn’t been hurt. Yes, that was the better wish. God, he couldn’t even think straight. He needed to clean this cut and be done with it so he could remember how to breathe properly.

Steeling himself, he set his finger along the ridge of her tank top strap.

“I need to…” His voice sounded strained even to his own ears, but either Carol didn’t notice or mind because she nodded and slid her cream tank top and black bra strap—a black bra? Was she trying to kill him?—off her shoulder.

Daryl’s heart thundered against his chest as the final barriers were removed. He wanted to skim her skin with his fingertips, his lips, make her blood sing the way his was, but he’d have to remain satisfied with taking care of her. Focus, he reminded himself.

The cut had stopped bleeding and didn’t appear as bad as he’d envisioned. With shaky hands, he opened the bottle of water she’d set beside her, poured some of it onto the cloth, and gently dabbed the wound clean. She didn’t make a sound, but he saw the muscles in her arm tense.

He swallowed hard again—why was his throat so dry?—before rendering a verdict. “Ain’t too deep and won’t need stitches. It should heal up in a few days.”

“Thanks.” Her voice came quietly, nearly a whisper, and it made his heart ache.

He stared at her in golden silhouette, committing this image to memory, a snapshot to add to the others of moments she’d stolen his breath, that soothed him when the world felt like it was caving in on him.

Carol looked to the night sky, and he knew his gaze must sit heavy on her because she avoided it. “Guess it’s almost Christmas, hmm?” she asked absently. “Temperature’s dropped off, and that storm that nearly took out our boat felt cold enough for December.”

She didn’t expect an answer from him, he knew—she was just avoiding the elephant she’d carried with her the past few days. He wanted to know the reason for it, what had caused the change in her, wanted to ask if he could help, to find out what he could do to lighten whatever darkened her mind. But instead, he simply said her name. “Carol.”

She turned to glance at him over her shoulder, and it took everything he had to stay upright. She looked delectable, despite the scrape on her forehead and its accompanying blood smear. Her eyes sparkled with emotion, a soft expression on her face. The curve of her cheek, her hair long enough for him to run his fingers through, the line of her collarbone, the arch of her lips...every inch of her screamed for his touch.

Daryl didn’t move, merely stared longingly at the woman he’d loved for longer than he’d known the meaning of the word.

“I’m fine, Daryl,” she answered his unasked question quietly, turning back to face the fire instead of him. He didn’t press her, and after several beats, she sighed before continuing. “I’m just...wondering if home will be the same when we get back. Wondering what’s happened since we’ve been gone. And if we’ll be the same with everyone.” She looked vulnerable with her clothes swimming around her for warmth, her arms wrapped around herself. “So much has happened...we’re not the same.”

“We’ve seen things the others haven’t, been places without ‘em, but we’re still here. Still survivin’. Same as we always have.”

Carol glanced at him briefly, and it struck him what a beautiful contrast she was to his dark mop of hair and black clothing: the golden flames dancing over her face, the light shade of her hair, her cream-colored shirt pooling around her shoulder. She was radiant. But something dark threatened to overtake her, and he wanted to chase it away for good.

“I know it ain’t been easy, the grief of Sophia weighin’ on you these past several months.” He nearly tripped over her name, not because she was long gone but because the girl had been like a specter to them, walking alongside them as they’d traipsed through romantic countrysides and European cities. Almost like a family of three. Carol had spoken to him more of Sophia in the past few months than she had since they’d met more than a decade ago. She was a memory they shared, the tie that’d bound them then, forever and inextricably linking them, and even more so now. He felt honored to bear the memories, the grief, the release of the years of silence, and the experience of trauma with Carol.

“And I don’t expect us to ignore her just because we’ll be back with the others,” he continued. “We can talk about her as much or as little as you need to. Whenever you need to. That ain’t gonna change.”

The air sat heavy between them, and he let it, waiting. For what, he didn’t know, but he’d give her the silent space or the conversation she needed to continue on.

“Thank you.” Her voice, barely above a whisper, came to him, and he knew by her tone that something had locked into place for her. An assurance that her healing could continue, regardless of who was around them? The comfort of knowing things didn’t have to change because they were back with their community? The understanding that the space they’d created for the ghost of Sophia wouldn’t be occupied by their family who still lived?

“These past few months…” She paused, and he hung on the silence, wondering what she’d reveal. “I didn’t know how much I needed to...just be away. I’m desperate to get back, but I feel different. Lighter—freer, somehow—even with the ache of seeing her everywhere I go.” She stared into the fire before her. “I don’t think I could’ve gotten through it the same if I’d been with anyone else all this time.”

Her words washed over him like a balm, even as a lump rose in his throat. He was jealous for her, wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to share Sophia and the memory of her with Carol. She was theirs alone. To mourn, to remember, to grieve, to share.

“I’m glad it was with you,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Me too,” he avowed, the admission nearly a whisper.

“And I know the things you’ve been dealing with and grieving haven’t been easy either.”

Daryl thought back to the miles and days and countries they’d traversed as he’d opened up about Glenn and Abraham, Denise, and even Merle. Like her, he felt freer than he ever had, as if the breaths he’d used to speak about them had lifted him beyond the mire mucking up his soul and washed away the grime.

“I get so tired of fightin’ sometimes, but I’m glad you found me when you did,” he admitted. “Didn’t know it then, but I was ready to give up, thought it was all over.”

He spoke of a thousand moments over the past decade-plus since the Turn and the hundreds since they’d reunited in France. And she knew them all.

Carol nodded in understanding. “You and me both.”

She turned to him again, and he saw something—heat? desire?—flicker in her gaze before she looked away. His own roaring ache for her drowned out any reason or common sense, and he saw his hand, of its own volition, lift to her chin to draw her gaze back to him.

“Carol,” he murmured her name as his eyes flicked to her lips. She stared at him with naked want and acceptance, and he moved—consequences be damned—to kiss her.

She let him, and it was all the inspiration he needed to slowly, tenderly move his lips against hers, the breathy sigh she let out sounding like a quiet mewl that tangled his heart and set him on fire.

She meant everything to him—family, friendship, love, home, comfort, reality, peace—and he imbued every second of this life-altering moment with the passion he felt for her. Carol melted into him, and he wondered why they hadn’t done this before now, why they’d waited all this time to slip the last puzzle piece into the picture of everything they were to each other.

When he finally withdrew, she stared at him with a small, contented smile, a look of love—and dare he say adoration?—on her face, and any remaining doubt he had that she’d wanted this too washed away.

Daryl ran his fingers along her brow before lacing them into her hair and drawing her to him. She came willingly, settling against him as though they’d done this a hundred times before. He welcomed the weight of her, the fit of her in his arms a comfort he’d never thought a possibility.

He’d never intended to end up in Europe, but he could never be sorry for the roads they’d traveled to get to this moment: warm, safe, protected, joined, loved.

Together in easy silence, they stared into the fire, the warmth they offered each other blazing brighter than any flame and heating them from the inside out.

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[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | Top of the Blue Sky | Episode 1

Banri: …

Misumi: Huh? Kumon, look, Banri’s over there~.

Banri: (Hm? That voice…)

Kumon: You’re right! I wonder if he’s on his way back from school.

Kumon: HEEEY, BANRI!

Banri: Damn, you don’t gotta yell so loudly. What do you want?

Misumi: Me and Kumon were just about to do a street act~. Do you wanna join us, Banri?

Banri: Sure, why not? You got a theme?

Kumon: The theme is delinquents!

Banri: Delinquents?

Kumon: Yeah. They recently dropped a spinoff manga of the crazy popular “Yankee Star” manga.

Kumon: It’s super interesting, so I wanna be a delinquent too!

Banri: Gotcha. I mean, can’t say I haven’t been interested in that manga too.

Kumon: Really!? Then I guess I’ve got no choice but to lend it to you next, Banri!

Banri: The hell do you mean you don’t got a choice? 

Misumi: I’ve been really into doing delinquent etudes lately too. I’ve been doing them with a leaf in my mouth like this~.

Banri: Nah, you know there ain’t too many of that kinda delinquent nowadays, right?

Misumi: Huh, really? I got it from a manga I borrowed from Azami~.

Banri: That’s prolly ‘cause it’s an over-the-top delinquent manga from ages ago.

Kumon: It makes sense that you’d know a lot about delinquents, Banri. You’re just like a real delinquent!

Banri: …Hey, the fuck you mean I’m like a delinquent?

Kumon: Because it’s true. I mean that as a compliment now!

Banri: “...Quit fuckin’ with me. Today’s the day, I’m gonna wipe that damn smirk off your face.”

Kumon: !

Kumon: “That’s my line, bastard!”

*Kumon throws a punch and Banri dodges*

Banri: “Hah!”

*Banri swings back*

Misumi: “Hey, hey, it ain’t fair that just the two of ya get to get along like that. Count me in. Hyah!”

*Misumi kicks and Banri and Kumon dodge*

Kumon: “A flying kick!?” 

Banri: “Goddamn, he’s for real.”

Passerby A: Huh, is that a fight?

Passerby B: No, it’s a street act! But wow, that’s impressive…!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Applause*

Banri & Kumon: Thank you so much!

Misumi: Thanks for watching, everyone~!

Kumon: That street act was so much fun!

Misumi: Yeah! It was really, really fun~. Thanks for joining us, Banri!

Banri: No problem. I mean, I usually have fun with it too.

???: Excuse me…

Banri: Hm?

???: You’re part of MANKAI Company, right?

Banri: Yeah. You know us?

???: Of course, I’ve even come to see your plays before. I’ve always been supporting you.

Kumon: Thanks, we’re glad to hear that!

???: Likewise. I just came to hand out flyers, but I ended up being lucky enough to see something so incredible like that.

???: Right. Can I give you one of these flyers? It’s an announcement for a newly opened rehearsal studio.

Banri: Ah, sure thing.

Misumi: There’s so many triangle patterns on this flyer! They’re very wonderful triangles~.

???: Haha, seems like all the work I put into designing it was worth it. Well then, I’ll be going now.

Banri: “Rehearsal Studio Blue Sky is Now Open!” huh? Seems like it’s pretty close by.

Kumon: I wonder if that guy just now is a staff member there or something.

Banri: Prolly. I’ll let Director-chan know about it in case we’ve ever got an opportunity to use it.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Kumon & Misumi: We’re home~!

Izumi: Ah, welcome back, guys.

Banri: Perfect timin’. Director-chan, you ever heard of Blue Sky? Seems like it’s a new rehearsal studio in the area.

Izumi: Blue Sky, you mean the place that’s facing backlash on social media right now…?

Troupe Members: Huh, backlash?

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Spinoff Story Vampire & Vampire Hunter part 27

Warnings: ALEX HIMSELF GONE FERAL, turning on Mallory and attacking him

"ALEX, what--?!" Mallory yelped and kicked at his face as Alex clawed at him, dragging himself up over Mallory -- and suddenly sinking his fangs deep into his leg.

Mallory screamed in pain, thrashing and trying desperately to dislodge the vampire. Panic spiked up his spine, the cold realization that Alex was no longer Alex. He'd gone feral, just like the newbloods that had attacked them.

Alex was badly injured, which must have used up his energy reserves -- leaving him as starving as all the others had been.

Thinking fast, Mallory bent over and punched the vampire square in the face as hard as he could with enough force to bruise his own knuckles, and Alex let go of his leg with a sharp cry of pain, recoiling. But then he hissed, his movements even more erratic as he lurched forward and grabbed Mallory by the shoulders, pinning him down and lunging for his neck instead. He was no longer in control of himself, vampiric impulses the only thing driving him.

Mallory shrieked again and clawed at Alex's face, frantically trying to keep him from ripping his throat out. But Mallory was human, and Alex was a vampire. Mallory's strength could never – would never – match his. Alex was practically drooling as he shoved Mallory's hands out of the way and leaned down to bite. Mallory had been afraid of him many times before, but right now, he was outright terrified.

Mallory could feel the hot breath on his neck, the savage intensity of Alex's hunger radiating from him like a tangible object. And then he felt the sharp tip of fangs piercing his flesh, and he knew it was over.

He was about to die.

Mallory squeezed his eyes shut tight, hoping it would be over quick. But the fangs didn't puncture completely before they were roughly ripped out of his neck, leaving only shallow wounds. His eyes flew open with a gasp, and he saw Alex jerking and twisting wildly, snarling and snapping like a rabid animal as he was held away from him by--

"Anisa!" Mallory cried, relief washing over him. She had Alex by the back of his neck, keeping him from killing him. She was covered in gnarly wounds that bled freely, her chest heaving with panting breaths... and she had a flicker of that same frightening darkness Mallory had seen in Alex's eyes.

"Oh... that... that's..." Anisa's nose twitched, and Mallory noticed she was staring intensely at the blood dripping from his bitten leg, throat bobbing. Two injured vampires, both savagely desperate for blood to heal themselves -- and Mallory was caught in the middle of it as the closest human.

"S-Sorry--the blood--" Mallory scooted away from the two vampires, Anisa going dangerously still and rigid, staring at him with her hand still holding a writhing, snarling Alex by the back of the neck.

"Mallory... run," she rasped hoarsely, and he could hear the primal hunger in her voice, how strained it was with the effort of retaining her self-control.

Mallory scrambled to his feet, favoring his injured leg -- and took off at a dead sprint through the smoke. He could hear Alex howling in frustration behind him, but he didn't look back, running for his life with the time Anisa would buy him before she herself would lose the battle to hunger and succumb to it, becoming feral just like Alex was.

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[fadelbison]

surprised you haven't opened your mouth about fadelbison's week long getaway

aksjdjdjdks I know what you mean anon the show literally went fadel and bison are not related and didn't grow up together (didn't recognize each other's parents) and btw bison also feels like they don't interact like 'real' brothers and btw they just spent a week alone in Bison's beach house on some faraway island AND THEN gave us a week off to write porn about it. Except-

I wrote NO porn. I should be writing the Never Let Me Go Fadel and Bison spinoff (Palm and Fadel would be BEST friends btw) and hand delivering the script to Jojo's house with the 7 days off I just had (from work AND THK!!). Alas, I was distracted by my annual viewing of Beyond Evil and marveling at how a more perfect story or relationship does not exist.

BUT! I did start writing a Fadel and Bison fic set sometime within episode 7:

“You’re home early.” Fadel comments as cautiously as he can manage. He can feel that explosive something simmering in Bison. It’s not like he wants to make himself its target but he also knows that letting him walk into his room and lock the door with it tearing at his insides would be a mistake. “What? You expected me to spend the night?” Bison says, deceptively calm, he’s thumbing the sharp edges of the keys in his hand a little too hard. “Sleep with him because he’s now my mark. Because anything goes as long as it’s for the job?” He throws the keys down onto the table with a startlingly loud clatter, “Well, I didn’t! I’m not you!” Bison breathes heavily, glaring daggers at Fadel as he yells the last bit, more from keeping things in than what he’s let out. His shoulders are squared and hands fisted, itching for a fight. Fadel should give it to him. Sometimes that is what you need; he should just yell and blame Bison - he wouldn’t even be wrong - so Bison can finally punch him. So Bison can finally let it all out, Fadel knows he can take a few hits of Bison’s fists even at full power. It’s just– He’s made tea and maybe he doesn’t want to quarrel. There’s really only one thing he wants to know; that Bison hasn’t done anything that he can’t take back.

Believe it or not it's actually remarkably difficult to pin down their dynamic since the show gives us shockingly little about just them so I really doubt this will be ready for an AO3 release anytime soon.

[castleinthemist]

Still technically a couple more weeks left of the year and I was hoping to try and finish at least one or two of these before then but ah well...

Anyway here's my end of year game list. If you've been following me for a while it probably isn't too surprising to see what's on here. My main rule for end of year lists is 'have to have finished it' but there's a couple of games on here that I like what they're doing enough of, and that i've played a fair bit this year, that lets them make the cut.

Without further ado:

1000xResist A blend of 3d visual novel meets simple adventure game all wrapped up in a bombastic sci-fi story of clones existing under the ALLMOTHER and everything that entails that and the world they live in. Excellent stuff. Really excels at understanding the medium it has chosen to tell its tale in (even if it is light on the gameplay). High contender for my goty if I did those.

Seabed I've said it before and I'll say it again: A mystery, yuri visual novel that makes use of quiet mundanity to propel its tragedy to a staggering effect. Entwines the day to day lives of the women it focuses on to make for a fairly comfortable read if often mysterious one that builds itself up well.

Super Junkoid A romhack of Super Metroid, Super Junkoid ( I really should've played Junkoid first) is just an absolute blast of a game the entire length though. Nails the atmosphere that makes SM while very much doing its own thing with it and recontextualises abilities in such a fun way. Likely one of my all time faves now.

UFO 50 Just awesome. Awesome game that is a collection of games. Still making my way through them and will probably be for a long while but what I have played has been such an exciting mix of things. Designed for designers sake in a way. Exploring the medium through a lense of 80s video games for explorations sake.

Cataphract OI Did a mini-review of this in attract mode but I'll echo some thoughts on it here: Really engaging with the mechanics of an RPG and recontextualising them in such a fascinating way - frontline/backline positioning in battle, command based menu for exploration, a constant push-and-pull of risk-reward due to the time limit. Really creates this sense of desperation that's so excellent. Didn't get the chance to finish it because it is quite hard but I'll def come back to it.

Rule of Rose Where do I even begin with this one? Miserable and mostly boring to play, actively trying to not let you finish it? An absolute gut punch of an ending that's like the final twist of the tragic knife? I wouldn't change a single thing about it. Abrasive and wholly cohesive for it.

Anthology of the Killer One of the funniest games I've ever played. Brilliant in execution and critique. Really a joy to watch it strengthen through each game of the anthology. Play as BB the zine-maker looking for her next scoop and get into scooby-doo style chases from the horror-of-the-week. A weaker game would allow for fail states in the chase sequences but this game keeps it rolling and often gives you a good joke to boot. Another high contender for my goty (if i did those).

Prey (2017) In some way I can see why people bounced off of this title (I did initially too) but it's such a fucking awesome game in how it plays and the overall Talos I space station and its open world within (and outside of!) that's it's a blast to wander around it. Just that real excellent Arkane world stuff they do ya know? Trolley problem the video game. I love how it quietly tracks choices and actions you make and do (and not so much love how it tosses that out right at the end to give you a lame dichotomous choice).

Shiren the Wanderer: Mystery Dungeon of Serpentcoil Island The sixth game in the long running Shiren Mystery Dungeon series (you may be familiar with that title from the Pokemon spinoffs), Shiren 6 is a return to classic Shiren form bringing in more approachability to newcomers for the wonderfully emergent rouglike gameplay of these "mystery dungeons". A real feast of a game that will have you full for a very long time. High contender for my nonexistant goty.

Drakengard Probably one of my favourite things I played this year for its cohesivness. They really wanted to make a great game and they made a mostly janky one. Kusoge game of all time. 100%'d this game which is not something I do often or at all for any game, and especially noxious to do for a Yoko Taro lead title but I think it made me love it all the more to see it through to the end. Surprised to see no-one has really taken "Ace Combat but with Dragons" as a game premise and ran with it.

ZeroRanger Finally finished this one. Fun as hell shmup/stg that just really is a love letter to the genre. True ending took a good while to get to and now I'm trying to 1cc it. Just one of those games that knows what it is and does what it does super well.

Helen's Mysterious Castle Another RPGMaker game that plays with form and really excels at making a fun and unique combat system. Battle feel like this snappy back and forth as the game displays all turn order information with a "wait" system that ticks down per action allowing you to make quick judgement on which weapons or abilities best suit the moment.

Ys: Ancient Ys Vanished Omen (aka Ys 1) Played the EGGCONSOLE port of this, which is the PC-88 version of the game (no translation). Damn, bump combat is so fun! The level design is really engaging even when somewhat tricky and the story elements are so very there and classic feeling - there's a lot this game does well and very solidly that makes it a extremely fun rpg/adventure romp. Also the final boss is the equivalent of a DVD screensaver and I love that.

Thirty Flights of Loving Despite being a longtime fan of Gravity Bone, this game and Quadrilateral Cowboy I had somehow never actually played Thirty Flights of Loving? Well I did this year, and it is still such an exciting, short vignette of a game. Best credits drop. More games need to make use of jump cuts. .

Ringlorn Saga Now this is actually a title I haven't finished just yet and, to be honest, it took me a few tries to really get into it - I'm not even sure I like it *that* much. Yet I came back to after playing Ys and getting more comfortable with bump combat; Ringlorn Saga takes more inspiration from Hydlide than Ys but it's got a great sense of classic rpg overworld exploration to it, and does just enough interesting things that I find myself continuing to drift back to it.

Dread Delusion Another title I haven't finished (I really thought I would've by now but alas), and while there are aspects of the RPG'ing I wished it did more strongly or with more player expression, the acid fantasy world of the floating Oneiric Isles is such a engaging and oddball-yet-so-classic sense of place that it's hard to not enjoy it. Can't wait to unlock and airship and travel to the giant floating nautilus with the city built within it.

The House In Fata Morgana I was of two minds about this classic visual novel for a long time, dispersing my playthrough with month long breaks between chapters, only to eventually lap up the home stretch of the final few chapters of the game earlier this year. I think it is a title I will enjoy exponentially more on a re-read. A must read for tragedy enjoyers.

Famicom Detective Club: The Girl Who Stands Behind (SNES remake) With news of the new Famicom Detective Club title, and my love for murder mystery adventure games, I had been keen on playing this classic duo of games for a while. Sadly there isn't any fan-translations of the first game, and the official remakes are a bit pricey for my liking so...fan-translation of the 2nd game it is! It's solid, likeable, got a good mystery and payoff. A few weird interactions to progress the story brings it down a bit but otherwise I had a blast with it.

That Which Gave Chase Remember a few games ago how I said I wish more games had jump cuts? Well this game delivers! Surprising in-depth-yet-simple-enough-to-grasp sledding controls, That Which Gave Chase builds a tense narrative as you sled through the Arctic with your guide, chasing something he is after. Introduces new gameplay bits in short enough bursts to never really be boring and nothing overstays its welcome (I played this some short time before Mouthwashing came out and it does several similar things but I think it does those things "better")

Judgement Silversword 2024 Year I Really Got Into Shoot 'em Ups. A classic, simple yet really understands how to make the player feel good at it. Still need to finish it haha

Crow Country Nice, solid survival horror game. Its real strength is the ability to play in a classic survival horror mode or choose an "adventure" mode, where the puzzles are deliciously substantial enough that it can do something like that and still be cohesive as a game. Not anything super excellent but I did really enjoy my time with it. Highly recommend if you're looking to dip your toes into the genre (but might be a tad but scared of horror) due to the adventure mode.

Breath of Fire V: Dragon Quarter I would've preferred to have finished this to speak about it as a cohesive whole but like goddamn dude. Shit rules. Likely to be abrasive to many people due to the limitations it places on you, yet deeply conscious of how you will be replaying it, BoFV is a game that is set in a oppressive world where the main three party members are trying to escape upwards to something better. Every aspect of this game is in lockstep with it's mechanics and theme. Pure gold that's so rare to get. Batting for some really risky changes that I think it nails well.

Dishonored Death of the Outsider After Prey I was on a bit of an Arkane kick and decided to do a no powers re-playthrough of Dishonored 2. That was heaps of fun and led me to finally try and properly play Death of the Outsider, which, for whatever reason, I seemed to have never stuck past the first two levels for. It's like a real distilled essence of the Dishonored games, mechanically - Billy has less abilities and you can't upgrade them but I think it allows for some tighter design in the game. The narrative, like 2, is a bit whatever though. Also, it has a extremely fun bank heist level. We love a good bank heist.

Fate/Stay Night Technically I played Ultimate Blade Works and Heaven's Feel, the last two routes this year and like...it's Fate what do I need to say about it? It's a classic visual novel for a reason. I played the fan re-translation of the first two routes with the final route being the older fan-translation of it. Keen to check out the recent official release properly even if it doesn't have the classic music in it :(

Sephonie I'm a bi fan of Analgesic's games but I avoided Sephonie for too long since it's a platformer (and I'm not particularly fond of them). It asks for patience to understand it and, much like the way the scientists in game come to understand the island of Sephonie, you too with find much rewarding here if you spend time with it. I think due to it being a very non-standardised 3d platformer, and really playing around with the form of those, it strikes a good balance of "newness" and comfort for me. There's this playfulness about it with the way you unlock new abilities that almost makes it feel metroid-like in a sense...I find the puzzle game while linking with creatures really fun too, quiet calming if anything.