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akitohsworld · 4 years ago

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Disclaimer: I wrote this some time ago, when I was very sleepy. How they could've met before the exchange? I love stupid references don't@ me lol

Warning: slight NSFW at the end (under the cut)

Put a spell on me |Solomon X m!Reader

Saying Solomon was feeling under the weather was an understatement. He felt like absolute shit. His stomach was recoiling, giving him the impression he had to vomit, but couldn't. Resulting in him being wobbly on his feet. Although, he was currently trying to sober up. The lack of water caused his head to hurt, while he walked alongside the river to go back to his apartment. He was in no shape to teleport, not with the sense of orientation he had right now.

A frustrated groan escaped him as he grabbed onto the metal fence beside the river, letting gravity take over as he slouched down onto the floor.

It was a beautiful night, you could see the starry sky reflecting in the river. The silence only being disturbed by some outlandish music in the distance. Somewhere, there was another party raving besides the witches sabbath he had successfully escaped.

He knew he shouldn't have accepted that many drinks from the witches. But it had been a successful year, he was only going back to the Devildom next week... And, probably, going to meet that other exchange student by then.

"Hey fam, you okay?" A voice slurred above him, blocking the blinding streetlights before him.

"Yeah yeah, thank you for your concern-," Solomon looked up surprised. He thought he was the only one here-

"Here ," a handsome guy, probably not a sorcerer, held out a bottle of water to him, grinning friendly. "You gotta stay hydrated when drunk."

"Uhm.. thanks?" Solomon chuckled. "That's nice, but I hear I shouldn't accept drinks from kind strangers"

Their hair reflected in the warm light, along with unfocused eyes glistening in the dark, when he shot Solomon a kind smile.

Solomon suspected he was from where the music was coming from. Another rave or party or whatever, since he was wearing flashy attire and sweat was glistening on his smooth skin.

From dancing, maybe? It wasn't that warm. Rather fresh, if Solomon would say so himself.

"Hmmm", the stranger put a hand on his chin. "I guess, I'm feelin' a biiiiit brave tonight haha. Here, I'll take a sip from it first."

He chucked down a bit of water. "There."

Solomon just stared at him for a solid second. Maybe, probably, surely, this was the alcohol. But this stranger had something alluring about him. His glistening lips from the water made Solomon unable to do anything else but stare.

"You going to take it, or not?"

"Ah yes", Solomon grabbed the bottle and took a sip before putting it back down again.

"May I sit with you?" He put a hand on his neck and averted his gaze. "I- uhm came here to get away from all the noise for a bit- I don't wanna be creepy or anything-"

"Oh- Yes of course! Don't worry about it"

The grin returned to his face as he slouched down beside him. "Thank you."

Solomon took another chug of water. He didn't really have anywhere to be, nor did he have the strength to go home anyways. So he figured he might as well sober up, while making some new memories.

"Out of curiosity.. what do you mean by brave?" Solomon smirked at him.

"Well...", the stranger just smiled, a slight tint of colour dusting his cheeks. "You're pretty handsome. And I normally can't ask out guys for the heck of it.. so yeah. I'd say I'm being stupidly brave by talking to someone as hot as you."

The sorcerer laughed. "How very direct"

"Must be the alcohol", he chuckled. "I don't know anyone around here.. and I have a habit of drinking too much when I'm at social gatherings without friends.. What about you? Why are you here all alone?.. If it's okay to ask, at least."

"Ah it's okay~ I'm trying to sober up from drinking too", Solomon sighed. "It was an exhausting night.."

The stranger nodded sighing. "Tell me about it."

"So.. what are you celebrating?"

And so, they proceeded to talk about the reasons why they were here. Their conversation slowly but surely going of its original rails, from politics to religion to light-hearted shows and childhood memories.

Solomon, of course, didn't go into much detail about magic nor anything like that. They were simply trailing off into more and more different topics, running their tongues because of the alcohol.

"Wait, people avoid you when you invite them?" He asked in shock, "Even after you offer to cook for them?! Woah, that's rude after everything you've done..."

Solomon hung his head in disappointment. "I really don't know what the issue is, you know? It's not like they outright avoid me when we nee- want to hang out, but everytime I offer my hospitality they just.. you know?"

"Shiiiit bro... ," he thought for a bit, then joked, "Maybe your cooking sucks?"

Solomon sighed dramatically, proceeding to pout. "Can't blame the tasteless."

"Just kidding kidding!!" he smiled sympathetically, "Maybe it's best if you ask them directly about it. Honesty is always key, no matter where you're from."

Solomon remembered something.

"So, I'm guessing you're not from around here?"

The stranger looked him up and down, seeming to think for a bit and then smirking back at him.

"You tell me, wizard boy. Am I?"

"Oh? How do you know?"

"Know what?"

"That I'm", Solomon gesticulated dramatically, "a wizard."

He became serious and leaned closer to Solomon, putting a hand on his shoulder. Solomon's breath hitched ever so slightly as the stranger's intense gaze held him entranced.

"You're a wizard, Harry."

"Huh?"

The stranger wheezed at his reference, as Solomon finally understood and erupted into laughter himself.

He stopped himself to respond seriously:

"..A wizard?"

"Don't you feel it ," the stranger put their hand over Solomon's heart, making his heart pound a bit harder, which surprised him, "...,Mister Krabs?"

"Huh- What?-"

After a perplexed pause they looked at each other and wheezed and cackled in the cursed manner your friends laugh when someone tells a ridiculous, dumb joke.

As they sat there, next to a river enveloped by the light of street lamps in a park, their laughter erupted through the silent night. Nothing but very faint music could be heard in the distance. Solomon didn't even know why he was laughing so hard. It was a stupid reference. And this stranger was clearly out of it.

There was something about him... Solomon just couldn't put his finger to it.

"S-so haha you're a man of culture as well~", Solomon calmed down, "What's your name?"

" Of course~ (y/N)." The stranger responded smiling, wiping away a tear. "Yours?"

"Solomon.", he answered reciprocating the smile.

"Solomon the wise?"

"Yes." He shot him a knowing glance. "So you do know me~"

"Oh yes~" (y/N)'s fingers slid over Solomon's coat. "You dress like a wizard, you look like a wizard aaaaand your named after King Solomon the wise. Great literature surrounds you: like Ars Goëtia and the lesser keys of, well, you", their gaze turned to look into the sorcerer's grey eyes.

With that, Solomon understood.

This person didn't know him . He knew of his tales, the legends, basically fairy tales.

He was like most humans... Unaware of the magical world he lived in. The realisation stung a bit, but the sorcerer decided to play along anyways as he felt himself sobering up.

"Well, I can't disappoint a fan like yourself now, can I?" Solomon smirked.

"Ohh~ So are you going to show me any tricks?" (y/N) laughed, standing up challengingly. "Come at me with your best shot, wizard boy~"

Solomon didn't know why, but he felt the urge to impress the young man.

"Hmm", he stood up, although a bit wobbly. "Alright. But I'll need an assistant~"

"Oh my oh myyy" (y/N) excitedly clapped their hands together. "I'll sacrifice myself for the greater good then."

Solomon chuckled, shooting him a provocative glance through his lashes at which he thought he saw (y/N) blushing.

"So, (y/N), are you ready?"

"I'm was born ready"

Solomon offered him his hand. "Take my hand, my cute assistant~"

"Oh my, and he has a way with words", (y/N) overdramatically took his hand, "The ladies will die if you do that, you know?"

"Oh will they now?", Solomon pulled him towards himself, "What effect do you think Hecate's power will have on you?"

"I like your funny words, magic man", (y/N) smirked playfully. "Tell me more~"

Solomon scoffed. This guy is a walking reference book.

"Have you ever danced with a sorcerer in the pale moonlight?", he asked, putting another hand on (y/N)'s waist, said man's breath hitching.

"W-well, I'm pretty sure the proverb goes different, Solomon", he put a hand on his counterpart's shoulder as he let Solomon take the lead, "I thought you were going to show me a trick though~"

"Patience is a virtue", he simply said teasingly.

"-and a pain", (y/N) retorted, while taking the first step back.

"So you know how to waltz?", Solomon began to lead.

"School taught me many things", he imitated a rough old man voice, "You youngsters would never understand"

Solomon tried to contain his need to laugh.

"Aha~ Funny, enlighten me?"

"Well, I don't know what they teach in wizard boy-school", they turned, " But back in my day, they tried to teach me calculus"

Solomon quirked a brow. "Tried?" Then he spun (y/N) around.

"Well, I was busy drawing into my notes", his cold hand slipped to Solomon's neck, making the sorcerer tense up.

"And what kind of Mona Lisa-worth drawings were you working on? I bet only of the highest quality~", sarcasm dripped from his voice as he shot (y/N) a teasing smile.

"Oh you can't even imagine~", (y/N) rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner before shooting him a deadpan look, "Penises mostly"

A laugh escaped Solomon. "How refined"

"I am nothing but refined, sir~"

Solomon spun him around again, matching no pace in particular, as he pulled him closer to his chest this time. A small gasp left (y/N)'s mouth.

"H-hey now, be careful there. Or do you want me to fall?"

Solomon's lips pursed up in amusement, but quickly froze as he looked into the man's face.

(y/N)'s expression was contorted in utter joy, like he couldn't contain their grin. He looked stupidly adorable...

Solomon felt his heart clench at the sight. But he quickly snapped out of it as he shot (y/N) another charming smile.

"So, about 'the ladies dying' at my charm.."

"You're still on about that?" (y/N) chuckled amused, "Give it a rest wizard boy. We get it, you're handsome-"

"What about you?" his cheeks burned as he felt himself getting... Nervous? That's new.

Solomon hoped the darkness wouldn't give him away, "How do you feel about my 'charm'?"

For a second everything stood still and they both came to a stop. Their eyes locked and silence engulfed them. Tension began to claw at both man's braveness, as realisation struck them. This encounter had progressively turned into something more. Not some random thing.

It felt like..

(y/N) averted his gaze, face flushing a bright red as he chuckled nervously. "It... It takes a bit more for me to die, Sol.."

Fate.

"Is that so?", Solomon's fingers interlaced with his as he slowly inched closer.

"I mean.. you could find out..." (y/N)'s eyes slowly closed when-

Strings of colourful magic sparked around them.

"Huh?!" His eyes shot wide open, grip tightening on Solomon's hands, "What-"

(y/N) looked around stunned and extremely surprised.

"So? How was that for a 'magic trick'?"

(y/N)'s gaze returned to face him. "Y-you.. How?"

The sorcerer just hummed. "Who knows?"

"This... Must be a dream then..", he sighed disappointed, a tinge of sadness in his voice, "That's a bummer.. I really like you."

Now it was Solomon's turn to blush.

"I- I understand the confusion, but- mph?!"

With that his lips pressed onto Solomon's.

The sorcerer froze, while (y/N)'s mouth opened a little, slipping his tongue through Solomon's mouth. He tasted like sweet liquor, further entrancing the sorcerer in a passionate kiss.

Solomon got over his shock quickly as his hands found the other's waist, pulling him towards himself. When (y/N) sighed into the kiss, hands burying into his white locks, excitement shot through his spine.

Solomon pressed him against a nearby tree. He grew hot as (y/N)'s soft, wet lips brushed against his, the passion growing with each passing second.

"Mnh hah", (y/N) parted for a second, a string of saliva connecting them, lips barely brushing against his, "This.. feels too real though.."

"Because it is- ", Solomon panted against his mouth, connecting their lips again with more of his own vigor this time. His tongue eagerly brushing over the other's.

God, what was he doing?

What was he doing??

But fuck it felt so good.

He couldn't resist the desire to touch (y/N) more and more. He wanted him closer and it showed.

As if on cue, (y/N)'s hand slid over Solomon's pants, suddenly palming his half hard erection and making him moan into the other's mouth longingly.

"Mnn- (y/N) wait.."

"Mnh? Oh sorry-!", he stopped abruptly.

"N-no I mean... Let's.. let's go to my place-"

"Oh~" (y/N) smiled and kissed him again, teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he parted panting.

"Alright then. Show me the way, wizard-boy~"

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ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ As I ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴀs I ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ sᴜᴅᴏᴋᴜ, I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ Kʀɪᴘᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟsᴛᴏɴᴇ... I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Kʀɪᴘ ᴡᴀs Nᴏʟɪғᴇ... ɴᴏᴡ I ᴀᴍ Nᴏʟɪғᴇ...ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙʏᴇ ᴋʀɪᴘᴘ ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴅs (ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง ʏᴇᴀʜ sᴘᴀᴍ ɪᴛ! (ง •̀_•́)ง

(╭ರ_•́)\ Mr. Fors we politely ask for the program 'Plug-Dj" to be used in this live broadcast for alas we will stir up a ruckus (╭ರ_•́)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ ɴᴀᴍᴇ's ᴅᴏɴɢ. ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴅᴏɴɢ (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง I have been training since before I was born, and today is the day. Today is the day I spam. (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽YOU CAME TO THE WRONG DONGERHOOD༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ YOU PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽ YOU COPERINO FRAPPUCCIONO PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽You either die a DONG, or live long enough to become the DONGER༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ YOU ARRIVED IN THE INCORRECT DONGERHOOD, SIR༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ clickty clack clickty clack with this chant I summon spam to the chat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ. ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ .ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ

ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ I'M LOL FAN AND I HAVE DOWN SYNDROME ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

(ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง LET ME DEMONSTRATE DONGER DIPLOMACY (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

(\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /) OUR DONGERS ARE RAZOR SHARP (\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /)

ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ RO RO RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ

̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿[} ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿^ Stop right there criminal scum! no one RIOTs on my watch. I'm confiscating your goods. now pay your fine, or it's off to jail.

̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽ YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING CASUAL. COME OUT WITH YOUR DONGERS RAISED ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽

(ง'̀-'́)ง ＤＯＮＧＯＲＤＩＥ (ง'̀-'́)ง

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ VOICE OF AN ANGEL ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ LETS GET DONGERATED ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR BARNO ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ "I have a dong" ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ - Martin Luther King Jr.

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ OJ poured and candle lit, with this chant i summon Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

☑ OJ poured ☑ Candle lit ☑ Summoning the Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜O༽ﾉ ʀᴀɪs ᴜʀ ᴅᴀɢᴇʀᴏ ヽ༼ຈل͜___ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)งSuccubus release Kripp or taste our rage(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง

ノ(ಠ_ಠノ ) ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀs ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ HOIST THY DONGERS ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ Kripp you are kinda like my dad, except you're always there for me. ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ

█▄༼ຈل͜ຈ༽▄█ yeah i work out

༼ ºل͟º ༽ I AM A DONG ༼ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE DONGLIFE, THE DONGLIFE CHOSE ME ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ NO ONE CARED WHO I WAS UNTIL I PUT ON THE DONG ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽ I AM SUPER DONG ༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽

┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐ SUCK MY DONGER ┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐

ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ FINALLY A REAL DONG ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ

<ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ>

ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉIS THAT A DONGER IN YOUR POCKET?ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉ

༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽ OPPA DONGER STYLE ༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽

( ° ͜ ʖ °) REGI OP ( ° ͜ ʖ °)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ IM DONG,JAMES DONG (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง⌐□ل͜□)ง WOULD YOU HIT A DONGER WITH GLASSES (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ CUDDLE UR DONGERS ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) let me hold your donger for a while ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง MY RIGHT DONG IS ALOT STRONGER THAN MY LEFT ONE ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง

(✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ May the DONG be with you! ☚(ﾟヮﾟ☚)

(⌐■_■)=/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿̿̿ ̿ ̿̿ ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ Keep Your Dongers Where i Can See Them

̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ DUDE̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ PLEASE NO COPY PASTERONI MACORONI DONGERIN

( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°) Mom always said my donger was big for my age ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)

(/ﾟДﾟ)/ WE WANT SPELUNKY (/ﾟДﾟ)/

─=≡Σ((( つ◕ل͜◕)つ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴅᴏɴɢ

(✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ POINT ME TO THE DONGERS (✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

ᕙ( ^ₒ^ c) 〇〇〇〇ᗩᗩᗩᗩᕼᕼ ᕙ( ^ₒ^ c)

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ ArcheAge or BEES ヽ̛͟͢༼͝ຈ͢͠لຈ҉̛༽̨҉҉ﾉ̨

୧༼ಠ益ಠ༽୨ MRGLRLRLR ୧༼ಠ益ಠ༽୨

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉITS A HARD DONG LIFE ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉMOLLYヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

༼ つ ຈل͜ຈ ༽つ GIVE MOLLY ༼ つ ຈل͜ຈ ༽つ

†ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ† By the power of donger I summon MOLLY †ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ†

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉTAKING A DUMPヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ WHAT DOESNT KILL ME ONLY MAKES ME DONGER ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ FOREVER DONG ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] Mo' money, mo' Dongers [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅]

༼ᕗຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ Drop Bows on 'em ༼ᕗຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ

Ѱζ༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽ᶘѰ HIT IT WITH THE FORK Ѱζ༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽ᶘѰ

Ψ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽Ψ hit it with the fork Ψ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽Ψ

(∩ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)⊃━☆ﾟ. * ・｡ﾟ Copypastus Totalus!!

ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ༼ຈ ل͜ຈ༽ﾉ☂ ɪᴛs ʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ sᴀʟᴛ! ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ☂ ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ

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#this took a lot of effort wow #copypastas #swastika tw #submission

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blackhakumen · 5 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #145: Don't Anger the Witch Part 3(Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Bayonetta: (Sighed before opening the door) I'm honestly glad that my match ended quickly today. I could finally get a long awaited- WHAT IN THE FUCKING BLAZE!!!

Upon Bayonetta's surprise, she saw the living as a complete mess. So much so that she almost confused it as an actual jungle....a messy, unorganized jungle. But what truly upsets her....is the fact that Bowser is sleeping on the couch yet again while wearing shades under his eyes. Now before the Umbra Witch could call out the King Koopa's name in justified rage, she sudden saw one of her babies, Lucas, pop up from a pile of crumbled paper.

Lucas: (Panting) That.....was something....

Bayonetta: Lucas!! (Rushes over to Lucas and gave him a big hug and kisses on his cheeks) Oh honey!! I am so glad that you're okay!! Why on Earth were you down there?! You could've gotten yourself seriously hurt!

Lucas: (Starts feeling a little guilty) Sorry for worrying you, Ms. Bayonetta. I was actually trying to help Bowser clean up here. (Rubbing his head back and forth while chuckling nervously) Buuuut....the mess was so big that I may have accidentally got myself sunk down. It actually took me an hour to get back up there.

Bayonetta: ('Sigh') While I'm happy that you wanted to help clean up here, you shouldn't have to do all of this work for a lazy Koopa who knows full well that's his job to do so. Why did he even asked for your help to begin with?

Lucas: Well, he told me that he was tired from yesterday. So he asked for me to do him a solid and do all the cleaning for him.

Bayonetta: (Facepalms) I thought so.... Could you cover your ears for a second Lucas dear?

Lucas: (Pulls out an headphones and place them on his ears without question)

Bayonetta: (Smiles at Lucas before turning to Bowser) Thank you, sweetie....BOWSERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Bowser: (Yelp in awake while falling down from the couch and getting up) I'm up! I'm....up.....

Bayonetta: (Gave Bowser a venomous glare) Hello...Bowser.....

Bowser: (Scared Shitless once he lead eyes on Bayonetta) (Oh....shit....) Okay....I know this may seem bad now...but..... uhh...... I'm sorry?.....

Bayonetta: (Took deep breaths) You know what? I'm not going to do it.

Bowser/Lucas: (Confused) What?

Bayonetta: Yes. You heard me. I'm not going to yell at you this time. I had a long day and I am not going waste all on this energy on you for the third time.

Bowser: (Confused) Oh. Uh...okay?

Bayonetta: (Smirks While she points at a shocked Palutena who just walked in) But I do believe she has a lot to say about all of this.

Palutena: (Shocked after looking around a messy room) What in the names of Hades happened here?!!!!

Hades: (Pops out if portal) You rang?......(Saw the mess and a scared Bowser) Ohohoho! Oh you've done fucked up now, Koopa!

Ashley: (Sprint inside and gave Lucas a hug) Lucas! I got your text and everything. I am so glad that you're okay.

Lucas: (Hugs Ashley back) Thanks, Ashley.

Palutena: Bowser...........

Bowser: (Slowly turns to an angry Goddess in fear) Y-Y-Yes?.....

Palutena: (Livid while walking slowly to the Koopa) What. Happened. Here?!!! EXPLAIN?!!!

Hades: (Walk back into the portal with a satisfied smile) I'm out, fam!

Lucas: Ashley, we need to get out here.

Ashley: (Hold Lucas' hand before teleporting both of them out of the mansion) Don't worry. I'll teleport us out.

Bowser: (Starts walking back in fear) C-Come on! W-W-We can just talk about this like adults!! Right?....

Bayonetta: (Looks at Palutena and gave her approval nod) Let him have it, dear.

Palutena: (Fire in her eyes) Right....

WARNING

The following scene contains language of a frank and explicit nature. Viewer direction is advised.

....Hey. Third time's the charm am I right?

Palutena: (Livid) Who do you think you are?!!! Making a huge mess like this!! And now you're making our baby do ALL of the work?!! (CRASH) WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!! (CRASH) You have kids too, don't ya?!! What would they think if they saw their father being a lazy FUCK who makes people do his work for them!!! (CRASH)

Twenty Minutes Later.....

A few citizen from Smash Town has stand in front of the Mansion while hearing Palutena yells at Bowser from the inside.

Palutena: And another thing, I don't give a RAT ASS (CRASH) if you are the King!!! I do not and will not tolerate with this UTTER BULLSHIT!!! (CRASH) Now you get that broom and clean all of this up RIGHT NOW!!!!! (LOUD CRASH)

Everyone of those few citizens starts running away after hearing the last crash. Only leaving two familiar couple left standing.

Makoto: (Eyes Widened) ......Was that...really Lady Palutena?

Ren: Yep.

Makoto: Is this is because of Bowser again?

Ren: Pretty much.

Makoto: No offense, but...your moms are pretty scary sometimes, Ren.

Ren: (Smiles a little) Yeah...but I still love them either way.

Makoto: (Lay her head on Ren's shoulder with a smile while walking away from the mansion) I'm so glad you do.

After cleaning all of the miss he made that day, Bowser never worked or make any deals with Bayonetta or Palutena again..... mainly because he's now terrified of both of them and that he was already giving the lovely couple enough migraine as it is.

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@mariah2014

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#super smash ultimate #bowser #bayonetta #palutena #lucas #hades #ashley warioware #ren amiyama #bayonetta is best mom #palutena x bayonetta #lucas x ashley #ren x makoto #hades being hades #humor #swearing warning #i kind of went all out with this one lol #palutena is not pleased #have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that

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subasekabang · 5 years ago

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Long Dream –Live Remix– (B Side)

Title: Long Dream –Live Remix– (B Side)

Rating: T

Word Count: 7598 total, 3840 this chapter

Characters: Coco, Joshua, Neku, Beat, OMC, OFC

Warnings: Major character death

Summary: Her Magnum Opus nears completion, and as her audience approaches, she hurriedly arranges one final rehearsal. Elaboration on a pet theory of mine, built out of Final Remix spoilers.

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

***

Shinjuku’s Room of Reckoning, the seat of power for its reigning Composer, was the only place in the entire city that Coco absolutely hated. Despite being a space set aside specifically for her, she was required to keep the room exactly the way it had always been: a throwback to the Shinto roots of the city, with a gate of red wood over the entrance, two fox statues standing guard just beyond that, braided ropes and paper charms decorating every wall, and a large patch of white sand centered around a single flat stone under a narrow skylight. Coco sat cross-legged on a cushion on that stone, rapidly tapping her fingers as she regarded her surroundings.

“This place and I have, like, the exact opposite energy.”

It wasn’t much longer until she heard footsteps. Through the gate walked a woman who looked to be in her thirties, with slightly pale skin and straight black hair tied into a bun, wearing a simple shrine maiden uniform. She knelt at the edge of the sand and bowed. Coco fought back an urge to grimace, and was mostly successful.

“Sit up, Atsuko Watanabe,” Coco said in a half-assed formal tone. “We have, like, much to discuss.”

Straightening her back, Watanabe said, “You honor me with your presence, Composer. How may your humble servant carry out your will?”

Coco shifted in her seat. Even now, she still wasn’t entirely sure how to begin. “Well, uh…we got a thing we need to do…and this thing is, like, about Shinjuku’s future and stuff, so, um…”

A smile slowly crossed Watanabe’s face. Her eyes twinkled as she asked, “Do you mean a Game? Are we finally going to hold another Game?”

“Uuuuuh that was the plan, but—“

Watanabe brought her hands together. “Wonderful! It’s been so long since we’ve held a Game, we’ve built up such a stable of Players we need to test!”

“H-Hey, hold up gurl…” Coco said, reaching out reluctantly.

“I have already selected a Game Master I believe would be ideal, they need only your approval and we can begin immediately. Of course, this is but a humble suggestion, my lady: we shall proceed in whatever way you deem best. Oh, this is so exciting! I can hardly wait!” Watanabe closed her eyes and giggled, trying to sit still but bouncing just a bit. Coco scratched her head as a wave of intense guilt washed over her.

“Big yikes…” she said. “Um, Watanabe—“

“Yes, my lady?”

“I was saying, like, I was going to hold a Game, but…unfortunately, um, planz have changed.”

Coco could see the enthusiasm drain out of Watanabe. In mere seconds, her cheery demeanor was entirely gone, leaving her with nothing but a hollow, dejected expression that made her look ten years older. “…Oh. I see.”

“Listen, I’m sorry it be like that. Like, I know you really want a Game, and we’ll have one soon, I totez promise! v soon. But first, we got something else super urgent we need to deal with—it literally can’t wait, which is the only reason why I’m putting off the Game.”

Watanabe just stared down at the sand in silence.

Hesitantly, Coco asked, “…Um, Watanabe? u good?”

“Composer…” Watanabe said quietly. “Forgive me, but…I believe my patience has reached its limit.”

“Watanabe, listen up, this—“

“Years. It has been years since the last time a Game was held in Shinjuku! The Reapers need points to survive, my lady, and several of the rank and file are nearly out! They are in very real danger of fading away forever! And as if that weren’t bad enough, this…this entire situation could have so easily been avoided!”

Feeling just a little annoyed, Coco leaned forward and said, “I already told you, like, we’ll have one soon, nbd.”

“It’s a very big deal!” Watanabe shouted. “At this point your men are so desperate that when we do hold a Game, the competition amongst them will be atrocious! They won’t know when to expect another chance to earn points, so they’ll collect as many as they possibly can, hoarding them all for themselves, leaving few to none for the inexperienced to survive on! We may have garnered an exorbitant amount of Players, but at this point I fear it still won’t be enough to go around! And now you’re saying we need to wait even longer?!”

“Chill, fam! You’re totez getting WAY ahead of yourself!”

“I have to think that far ahead, because you won’t spare so much as a single thought for your duties!”

Coco’s eyes widened, her veins freezing over. “W…what did you just say about me?”

Watanabe stood up, aiming a sad glare at Coco. “I’ve been running the UG on my own this entire time, because you won’t take your duties seriously. You are meant to judge the worth of humanity, to learn what is necessary to guide them and us to a better future. Does that simply not matter to you, Composer?”

Coco could hardly believe what she was hearing. Standing, she said, “Like, of course it matters to me? I heckin love Shinjuku! Everything that I do is for the benefit of this city! You sayin you for realz don’t know that, Watanabe?”

“It is hard for me to believe that, my lady. You’ve excused yourself from your work for ages, and during all this time I’ve barely heard even a word from you! Frankly…I feel I have no evidence to suggest that you truly care for this city, nor that you will ever behave responsibly in regards to your duty regarding it.”

“That’s a hot load of…” Coco stopped, putting a hand to her forehead with a short huff. “…Whatevs. You don’t know what I’ve been doing, I never told you, so I guess I can’t totally blame you for thinking that. But like, the reason I asked you here was cuz I’m gonna tell you what I’ve been doing, and what comes next in my keikaku.”

Watanabe waited expectantly. Coco took a deep breath, hoping she would be able to find the words she needed.

“So tbh…I’ve been working on a Noise. A super duper powerful Noise called a ‘Magnum Opus’, which contains, like, its own plane of existence inside of it. I gotta strengthen it, and because it’s so complex, it’s taken a long time to get that done. Like, a loooong time. But it’s totez gonna be worth it!”

Watanabe furrowed her brow. “This whole time, you’ve been making a Noise? A single Noise? What made you think such a thing was necessary?”

“Well…I had a vision,” Coco said.

“A vision?”

“Yeah! I saw Shinjuku get entirely wiped out, so like, obv I had to do everything I could to stop that from happening!”

“…I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“Well the…the way it happened…” Coco’s words ground to a halt. She couldn’t explain an Inversion without explaining the Inferno, and she couldn’t explain the Inferno without explaining the Higher Plane, and that was something she had been strictly forbidden from revealing to her subordinates. “Um…see, the guyz who did Teh Thing were, like, suuuuper powerful. I knew I was totez gonna need a heavy hitter to take ‘em down! So, Magnum Opus Noise!”

Watanabe took a few seconds to reflect on this explanation, finally saying, “I suppose that makes some sense.”

“Great! Glad we’re, like, on the same page!”

“Wait a moment, my lady, I still have questions. I have never heard of this Magnum Opus Noise—where did you learn of it?”

“It’s, uh, top secret Composer stuff. Sorry, can’t share those deetz.”

“Alright then. In that case, did your vision also come from your Composer powers?”

Coco shook her head. “Nah…my Composer-ness does give me sum omniscience and stuff, but this was different. Normal Composer Vision is, like, whambalam, and KABAM, yeah, that seems right, I can feel it in my kokoro. But this vision was totez creepy af, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Watanabe paused a moment. “My lady…if you’ve never seen anything like this vision, then why are you so sure it is reliable?”

Coco blinked. “…Um…”

Watanabe stepped forward. “If this has nothing to do with your Composer abilities, then what guarantee is there that these events will come to pass? Why would you be so certain of it that you would give up everything else just to prepare for something that may never occur?”

“It…well…” Coco looked down, her cheeks starting to burn as she fumbled for a response. She raised her fist towards her chin and turned slightly. “Something about it, just…terrified me, Watanabe. I’ve never felt horror like that, so…I mean, I had to do something.”

Watanabe took another step. “And merely because it scared you, you abandoned all of us?!”

Coco backed up to the edge of her stone. Watanabe lowered her gaze, realizing that her foot had landed on the sand. Turning abruptly, she covered her face with her hand and sighed, while Coco just stared at her back.

“…Watanabe…please,” she said. “I need your help to keep Shinjuku safe. Can I count on you?”

Watanabe looked over her shoulder. “…I am sorry, Composer. But I do not believe in this cause of yours. Go and do what you must…but in the meantime, I am going to see to my duties and conduct a Game. Shinjuku cannot be asked to wait for us any longer.”

Coco lowered her arm. Trying as hard as she could to smile, she said, “Understandable, have a nice day.”

Watanabe walked out. Coco dropped down and pulled her hood over her eyes, shutting them tight to keep her tears from falling. When she eventually opened them again, the room was much darker—something had covered up the skylight, she realized. It was then she noticed Rōjin standing at the edge of the sand.

“…Like, I knew she was gonna be annoyed,” Coco said, “but I didn’t think she’d get so pissed off. tbh I wasn’t prepared to see her like that. I’m…kinda shook.”

She let out a ragged sigh.

“I legit wanted her help. If I can’t count on Watanabe, then like, none of my Officers are gonna help. Now Tapez and I are probs gonna have to fight the Inferno on our own.”

Hopefully, she glanced up at Rōjin. He shook his head.

“…Right. Your hands are still tied, I guess. The Higher Plane won’t do anything until it’s already too late. But damn Kiryu and his Producer get off totally clean after trying to sink their city…but, that’s none of my business.”

She got to her feet and looked her Producer in the eye.

“Rōjin…I totez appreciate all you’ve done for me. You’ve been a real bro, taking me srsly and helping out however you can. I know I sorta take you for granted, but like, I really am gr8ful for everything. Just wanna let u know.”

Rōjin nodded. Coco glanced at the sand hesitantly, and then shrugged, walking right across it.

“Guess I’ll just go back to what I was doing. If you can, plz keep an eye out while Watanabe runs her Game—I don’t know fo sho how much time we got until the Inferno makes a move.”

As she approached, Rōjin held on arm out to stop her. She faced him with a confused expression.

“I will advocate for you,” the Producer said.

“…wat?” Coco said. “Wait, you mean right now, you’re going up?”

Rōjin nodded.

“I…I mean thnx, that’s really generous, but u sure? They’re getting the Game they asked 4, that should make them happy, yeah?”

“A Game run by the Conductor. They will demand an explanation. Anticipating this will look better, and allow me a chance to sway them.”

Coco stepped towards him. “Rōjin, don’t put a target on your back! The Higher Plane has, like, already been clear about how they want to deal with the Inferno, there’s no way we’re gonna be able to change that. Even if we tell em Shinjuku will be wiped out if they don’t do sumthin, they’re totez just gonna say ‘then perish’. I can handle this! I mean, I know I was just lowkey freaking out, but real talk, I can—“

Rōjin turned and began to leave.

“Hey, hold up!”

He paused. Coco fidgeted.

“…I just…I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. Like, I know I’m a crappy Composer, and I’ve already caused you nothing but grief with the crew upstairs. If you push em any further…”

Rōjin faced her, and to Coco’s surprise, he was smiling. “Don’t be afraid.”

Coco couldn’t think of a reply. Rōjin turned back around and went through the gate, leaving Coco alone. It took some time, but eventually she was able to calm down.

Tapez’s next meal might be the last one he gets before the baddle beginz. I need to, like, figure out how to make his power maximum with just one more boost.

Slowly, she turned her head.

…The OG strat was that, at the last second, I’d go for that pair. And like, they’d totez gimme dat boost. But now that Kiryu’s onto me, and it’s obv just how, uh, strained my relationship with the Higher Plane is…not convinced that’s the best play I can make rn.

Coco paced across the room as she weighed her options. As she did, she began to feel a sharp pain in her head, and her entire body tensed.

A…again?

The pain began to spread.

No, no not another one, not already, not now!

Her vision went out all at once. When it returned, she was looking through that same unsettling filter, only now she saw not Shinjuku, but Shibuya. She saw Neku, the boy slowly falling over as his body went limp and lifeless. And in front of him, she saw Joshua, pointing a gun at him with a look of malice as an unfamiliar voice echoed in her mind.

“Hello? Is anybody there?”

The Room of Reckoning came back, and it was perhaps the only time in her life Coco had ever been glad to see it. She clutched her head tightly in both hands, staring wide-eyed at the floor, and worked to decipher what she had just seen.

“This one…was different…Kiryu shot him? Why would he do that? I mean, he did it before…is this from the past? Or is he going to do it again?”

Coco thought back to her last conversation with Shibuya’s Composer. She remembered his parting threat.

“…Would he really…kill Neku…just to stop me from using him?”

She couldn’t know for sure. But, it wasn’t something she would put past him. And assuming this latest vision wasn’t a look back into the past, that meant the Neku of the world she lived in might only be around for a limited time.

“If I dun act now, I might miss my chance.”

She weighed her options again, but this information was more than enough to tilt the scales. Clenching her fists, Coco glared in the direction of Shibuya.

“I gotta do it to ‘em. I ain’t afraid of Kiryu! He can try whatev he wants, but I’m totez gonna come out on top! After this, Tapez will be unbeatable!”

***

In this long dream, can you find me?

Want you to call my name

In this hazard, chance of survival?

I need to be with you

***

Coco stood alone on the empty streets of Shinjuku. One hand was pressed firmly against her bleeding shoulder, and the other was clamped tight around a pin emblazoned with a symbol resembling the Dissonance Tapir’s eye. She stood there, shaking, trying her best to cling onto her composure, but it was too much for her. Coco threw her head back and wailed into the sky.

She had sought out Neku and Beat, drawn them into the pseudo-parallel world contained within the tapir, and done her best to coax them into making their way to the outskirts of “Shibuya”. She was almost successful. However, Shibuya’s Producer had interfered, using some unknown technique to take control of the replica of himself within her illusion and informing the Players of where they really were. With the easy way no longer an option, Coco had ordered the tapir to attack, but somehow, they had found a way to erase it.

Dropping to her knees, Coco cradled the pin in both hands, barely able to see it through the tears pouring from her eyes. As she was, she didn’t even have the strength to summon the tapir from it. Her Magnum Opus was in there, she could sense its consciousness, but it was incredibly faint.

“Dammit…damn you, Kiryu…”

In her panic upon losing the tapir, Coco had ended up shooting Neku, but Joshua had appeared and wounded her as she retreated. She had been just on the border of Shinjuku when the Inversion occurred. And despite all her preparations, all her determination, Coco could do nothing but watch as her entire city vanished right before her eyes.

“Why Shinjuku? Of all the UGs, why mine?! Why…why…”

Not a single person remained on the once-bustling roads. The tapir was out of commission, Watanabe was likely erased, and Rōjin wasn’t returning her calls. Coco was alone with nothing to fight for, much less anything to fight with.

“…No…”

She punched the pavement. With teeth clenched, she glared upward.

“If Shinjuku’s gone…then I’m gonna make the Inferno pay for taking it! I’ll play their stupid Game, and I’ll win—whatever it takes!”

Taking one last look at the pin, she carefully placed it in her pocket. She ripped off the end of her sleeve and wrapped it around her wound, and after making sure it was tight enough, she got to her feet and wiped her tears.

“Guess that puts me at square one. Tapez can still make some contributions, but I’m not gonna have time to beef him up like I did before. So I’mma need a new heavy hitter…”

Coco gazed at Shibuya once more.

“He’s totez not gonna want to help me…but like, he’s not getting a choice!”

***

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

***

“…How fortunate she managed to escape erasure.”

Coco kept her eyes down as she walked. She adjusted her hood, keeping the pin hooked to the inside of it next to her ear.

“Clearly she’s something special,” she heard Hanekoma say. “And let’s not forget our little Reaper friend. We’ve got some crazy cats headed our way.”

“Which makes this the calm before the storm.” Coco scowled at Joshua’s voice. “There’s no telling what will become of Shibuya…but I suppose that’s THEIR problem now, not ours.”

She rolled her eyes, mumbling, “That’s, like, exactly what I’d expect from you.”

“What about Neku?”

Coco stopped mid-step.

“He served his purpose,” Joshua said, “but I don’t need him anymore.”

She pulled out the pin, saying, “Hmph. Speak for yourself, nerd. The Game, like, literally can’t go on without Neku…like, maybe you don’t need him, but I totez do!”

At this point, he was her best bet. If Neku, with help, was able to defeat the Dissonance Tapir after all the work she had put into it, then that made him the deadliest weapon available to her. She had hoped Joshua would put him into play, but that was a problem she could easily circumvent. However, that wasn’t the only problem this new plan faced. Coco eyed the alleyway just ahead.

“If he’s, like, even gonna stand a chance…he’s totez gonna need a zetta strong partner!”

She entered the alleyway to find an elaborate pattern painted onto the sidewalk. Immediately, she recognized it as a Taboo Noise refinery sigil. For just a moment, Coco hesitated, wondering if this was really the person she wanted to recruit. She couldn’t help but be curious about the girl from the vision—the one who supposedly escaped the Inversion unharmed—but she wasn’t sure exactly where she was, or if she could fight. Coco had to make the most of what was available to her. She had accepted that.

“If those goons are so thirsty for a fight…” Coco said, reaching out with both hands. “Then they can, like, come here and get rekt like the noobs they are!”

She activated the sigil. It lit up with bright light, but only for a few seconds before going out in a brilliant flash. Coco waved away the smell of smoke as she gazed upon the man who now sat at the center of the design.

He had a mess of medium dark hair, and brown skin that turned to the pitch black shade of Taboo Noise over his hands and forearms, with an intricate emblem decorating his torso. The black shirt and jeans he wore were badly torn, but the silver on his necklace and belt buckle gleamed as if brand new. Slowly, he rose to his feet. He looked down at himself and smirked in approval.

“Seems somebody forgot to carry the one,” he said. “Not that I’m complaining! They say the third time’s the charm, and I’ve always had a soft spot for cubic roots!”

Coco watched as he just threw his arms apart and laughed. The power he possessed was incredible, nearly overwhelming her senses as she tried to gauge it. Finally, he turned to her, and she snapped out of her trance.

“So tell me…how exactly do you factor into this equation?”

“…I just, like, need to know one (1) thing,” Coco asked. “How’d you like to take down someone even stronger than a Composer?”

The man leaned in close. “Hm…easier in theory than in practice.”

“Tru…but I have a plan that will totez make it possible tho.”

“Hah! And what proof validates that operation?”

Pointing down, Coco said, “Like, I brought you back, yeah? How many people can do that? Doesn’t that get your attention?”

He looked at the sigil, then back to Coco. Backing up a bit, he said, “Huh…you did this all with a single variable? That’s worth adjusting an estimation for…”

“So like, whaddaya say, bro Minamimoto? Come hear me out. I totez promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Minamimoto thought for a moment. Then, with a chuckle, he said, “It’d be zetta dumb to cancel out a set like that. Tell you want, decimal point: I’ll see where this line you’ve plotted goes. Just make sure the solution is as good as you’ve promised!”

Coco grinned. Turning aside for the moment, she rubbed the Tapir pin in her pocket, and said to herself, “There’s, like, no way we’re gonna lose!”

***

Is it angels? Is it devils?

Whispering in my ears

Is it emotions? Is it illusions?

I need to be with you

#TWEWY #TWEWY Bang 2019 #The World Ends With You #World Ends With You #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #fanfic #submission

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asexual--junpei · 4 years ago

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ᕦ(✧ᗜ✧)ᕥ You take the moon and you take the sun. ᕦ(✧ᗜ✧)ᕥ

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You take everything that sounds like fun. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

☞♥Ꮂ♥☞ You stir it all together and then you're done. ☞♥Ꮂ♥☞

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Stay a while 'cause somethings always cooking.

Come on in, feel free to do some looking.

Stay a while 'cause somethings always cooking.

Yeah!!! ᕦ(✧ᗜ✧)ᕥ ☞♥Ꮂ♥☞ ᕙ(◍.◎)ᕗ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again _^ hehe…toodles!!!!!

Granted, his unorthodox build worked and carried us to victory but I still felt it deserved a report.

I owe my life to Arteezy. I got in a horrible car crash and i was in 6 month coma. The nurse switched to the Twitch channel to Arteezy's stream. I awoke from my coma and muted it.

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ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴅs (ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง ʏᴇᴀʜ sᴘᴀᴍ ɪᴛ! (ง •̀_•́)ง

(╭ರ_•́)\ Mr. Fors we politely ask for the program 'Plug-Dj" to be used in this live broadcast for alas we will stir up a ruckus (╭ರ_•́)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ ɴᴀᴍᴇ's ᴅᴏɴɢ. ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴅᴏɴɢ (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง I have been training since before I was born, and today is the day. Today is the day I spam. (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽YOU CAME TO THE WRONG DONGERHOOD༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ YOU PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽ YOU COPERINO FRAPPUCCIONO PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ clickty clack clickty clack with this chant I summon spam to the chat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ. ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ .ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ

ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ I'M LOL FAN AND I HAVE DOWN SYNDROME ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

(ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง LET ME DEMONSTRATE DONGER DIPLOMACY (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

(\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /) OUR DONGERS ARE RAZOR SHARP (\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /)

ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ RO RO RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿[} ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿^ Stop right there criminal scum! no one RIOTs on my watch. I'm confiscating your goods. now pay your fine, or it's off to jail. ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽ YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING CASUAL. COME OUT WITH YOUR DONGERS RAISED ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽

(ง'̀-'́)ง ＤＯＮＧＯＲＤＩＥ (ง'̀-'́)ง

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ VOICE OF AN ANGEL ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ LETS GET DONGERATED ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR BARNO ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ "I have a dong" ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ - Martin Luther King Jr.

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ OJ poured and candle lit, with this chant i summon Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

☑ OJ poured ☑ Candle lit ☑ Summoning the Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜O༽ﾉ ʀᴀɪs ᴜʀ ᴅᴀɢᴇʀᴏ ヽ༼ຈل͜___ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)งSuccubus release Kripp or taste our rage(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง

ノ(ಠ_ಠノ ) ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀs ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ HOIST THY DONGERS ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ Kripp you are kinda like my dad, except you're always there for me. ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ

█▄༼ຈل͜ຈ༽▄█ yeah i work out

༼ ºل͟º ༽ I AM A DONG ༼ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE DONGLIFE, THE DONGLIFE CHOSE ME ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ NO ONE CARED WHO I WAS UNTIL I PUT ON THE DONG ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽ I AM SUPER DONG ༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽

┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐ SUCK MY DONGER ┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐

ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ FINALLY A REAL DONG ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ

<ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ>

ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉIS THAT A DONGER IN YOUR POCKET?ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉ

༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽ OPPA DONGER STYLE ༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽

( ° ͜ ʖ °) REGI OP ( ° ͜ ʖ °)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ IM DONG,JAMES DONG (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง⌐□ل͜□)ง WOULD YOU HIT A DONGER WITH GLASSES (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ CUDDLE UR DONGERS ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) let me hold your donger for a while ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง MY RIGHT DONG IS ALOT STRONGER THAN MY LEFT ONE ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง

(✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ May the DONG be with you! ☚(ﾟヮﾟ☚)

(⌐■_■)=/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿̿̿ ̿ ̿̿ ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ Keep Your Dongers Where i Can See Them ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ DUDE̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ PLEASE NO COPY PASTERONI MACORONI DONGERIN

( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°) Mom always said my donger was big for my age ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)

Thats so cool! You should write a book or do a screen play

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god-of-lust-negan · 7 years ago

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A wild piece of Life Chapter 8 (Final Chapter)

Summary:SMUT!!!!!!!!!! also, “daddy” usage, oral (giving and receiving), car sex. Angst at the end.

FINALLY SOME SMUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FLUFFY NAH FAM IT”S NOT FAM.

*clears throat* It’s smut, you don’t like, don’t read. Just skip, this is a reward for everyone who loves:

Negan

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan

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Read every single chapter

So thank you and enjoy.

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You showed how brave you are by kissing him first, he was taken aback. He pulled away, his eyes read unsure, guilt and you pulled away thinking you did something wrong.

“I’m sorry..” You looked down at your intertwined fingers.

He shook his head slowly and asked, “you don’t have to apologize…you caught me off guard babe.” he chuckles, “Normally I make the move, I never thought you were going to do it.”

You stayed silent, fighting off the tears.

Now he was the one to get closer, “Tell me…do you want this?” He softly asked, his hand placing on yours.

You nodded and he placed his other hand under your chin and lifted it slowly

He pulled you in for another kiss. Your eyes closed as you felt his lips move against yours, your hands travelling up to his chest feeling the white cotton t-shirt. His hands travelled to your cheeks, pulling you in a deeper kiss, using his tongue to make his way in yours performing a linguistic kiss. You moaned and grabbed the collar of his jacket, pushing aside. Negan removed his hands and helped you removed his jacket and he also removed your shirt, making you guys part from the kiss.

You raised your arms and felt the shirt raise over your head and arms, suddenly feeling cold. Negan leaned over to kiss your neck and you place your hands on his shoulders while he made his way down to your collarbone. You gasped and bunched some of the clothing, feeling your core wetting your panties. He was already making you feel good and he was just kissing your sensitive spots. Negan pulled away again and took off his shirt and you removed your bra and unzipped your jeans. Negan was starting to unzip his pants when you jumped on him, kissing his neck.

You felt a low rumble in his throat and you slowly began to lower yourself, kissing down a trailing, making sure you even got to his hardened nipples -which made him growl once again- getting a flinch from him. You followed the hairs on his visible pubic hair and began to pull down his jeans and briefs. You gasped when you were greeted by a 9 inch monster springing against his stomach. Negan saw your reaction, a cocky grin filling his face, “You like it babe?"

You weren’t gonna lie. You squirmed. You ignore him and slithered out your tongue to lick the underside of his being cock. He sucked some air and placed his hand on the back of your soft (h/c) locks, using his other hand to make a hand held ponytail. You gave out licks down to his balls and up again, stroking it lightly with your fingers to grab it and pumping it lightly. You heard a groan and felt him Buck his hips. You used your tongue against his shaft until reaching the head, opening your mouth and sliding it inside slowly. Negan kept a watch on you and he gasped as he felt your wet, hot breathing mouth. He tried so hard for the self control of not thrusting his hips. You started bobbing your head and looked up to see his eyes half closed, breathing heavily.

“F-f-fuuuck…” he groaned hoarsely, his lips parting as he used the tip of his tongue to lick them.

You tested your gag reflex and began to lower yourself on the shaft making him gasp and remove his hands to place on the seat, gripping on them, “Oh fuck, doll. You sure know what to do.” He smirked.

You were surprised to have figure out you didn’t have a reflex and you removed yourself, using your hand to pump his shaft. You sped up and now that you replaced your mouth with your hands, he started bucking his hips. Negan couldn’t take it anymore and he removed your hand from his monstrous dick and pulled you closer by the wrist, faces almost touching and lustful eyes staring at each other. You two were panting and yearning for each other.

“How do I taste?” He asked in a whisper after a few seconds of silence. From your eyes he lowered his gaze to your parted, glossy lips.

You brought your tongue out to the top of your lip, licking slowly to tease him and he hummed, biting his lip. “I don’t know…” you responded, “You have to kiss me to find out.”

With his other hand, he grabbed your chin in place with a little force as he smirk, “You nasty little girl.” He chuckled and brought you in a deep, passionate kiss. He tasted his own bittersweet juices from you and he groaned softly. He pulled away only to peck your lips, “I want to taste too before diving myself in dessert.”

He was sure testing you, he had your wrists tied by his belt behind your back in the back seat while he was between your legs, antagonizing your pearl as he licked and sucked, using his fingers to feel juices cover his fingers while he pumped his finger in ease, hearing the squish and squash his fingers made with your juices producing. You squirmed, bucked your hips, and moaned to the top of your lungs whilst your body shook from the uncontrollable ecstasy, “Negan!” You yelped, your legs shake and he just continued to to speed up his licking, lowering down to your opening, poking in.

“Negan, oh fuck….fuck fuck- Daddy!” you desperately moaned out and he stopped almost immediately after saying it; you blush in embarrassment, closing your eyes and turning your head. Negan raised his head to see your head turn and he smirked slightly, “Well doll, if I had known you were gonna call me Daddy I would’ve done this a long time ago. Hell, It made my dick twitch the way you said it.” He moved over to hover you and he kissed your neck softly, “Say it again,baby…it sounds so hot.”

You thought you were going to be dumped from the word choice but instead he wanted you to say it again and you mumbled it, “D-daddy…”

Negan groaned against your neck and you released a soft moan, you legs getting the chills from Negan stroking his dick onto your inner thighs and pushing it over to your entrance, “Baby…” He whispered against your neck, “Say it louder baby, for me. Call me Daddy again, it’s so hot when you say it.” He whispered it against your ear, blinking slowly. You mewled and squirmed under him, “D-daddy…”

“What do you want daddy to do, baby?” He asked as he pumped his erection slowly, placing it against your entrance, smothering your juices around your folds.

“D-daddy…Daddy I want you to fuck me and make me yell.”

“Louder sweetheart, have the whole city fucking hear you, what do you want Daddy to do?” and he began poking in, making you whimper in desperation.

“I want…daddy to fuck me and make me scream!” you yelled and he inserted himself, stretching your folds, and you gasped, making you stay still as you felt his shaft graze against your folds as it slip in and out of you with ease.

He thrusted slowly only to groan and began to speed up, feeling his balls smacking against you and you moaned inaudibly as you kept eye contact with Negan, watching his lustful dark eyes like a predator who dining on his prey.He wrapped his arms around you and unbuckle his belt, pulling it off, releasing your wrists. You immediately wrapped your arms around your neck as he started pounding in you, using his fists on the seat to support him. You released wantonly moans causing him to stumble on his thrusts. Everything was going okay when he suddenly groaned and moaned your name by your neck, pressing his hips against you, coming in you. You arched your back and moaned in ecstasy as you released your orgasm. After seconds of release you two breathed heavily as you stare one another in the eyes, reading exhaustion and content. He smiled one side, kissing you deeply for a few seconds, “Let’s get you home, Doll.” and he pulled away.

You two were giggling and chuckling along the way with most of your clothes on. You skipped on wearing your footwear and fixed your hair as best as you can.

You bit your lip softly, trying to hide that huge smile of yours, not being able to contain your happiness. Negan glanced you way and noticing the smile that’s fighting to uncover itself and he placed his free hand on yours, “babe, just let it go, you wanna smile, I know.” He smiled and you looked at him, letting your lip go and smiled. Negan contained his smile and looked ahead on the road. You two interlaced your hands while he made his way to your house. He slowed down his car and he held your hand closer to him as if telling you to stay. You scooted closer and kiss his cheek , “Tonight was beautiful Negan. Thank you.” and you kissed his cheek.

“Mm.” he smirked slightly, “I’m missing you already babe, move in with me and we can keep the guys up late every-night.”

You shook your head slowly and kissed his cheek, “I don’t mind driving…Daddy.”

He growled in response, “Careful with your words or I’ll teach it to you.”

You giggle and pull away, opening the door with your other hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow Negan.”

Your other hand was on the handle when someone grabbed your wrist forcefully making your head turn unexpectedly to see a black glove. You look up to see a black mask as well and the person used a cloth against your face.

Negan was caught off guard, lunging forward but was met with a forceful yank from the shirt to inject a tranquilizer in his neck, making him fall on the seat. Your vision blackened and your body limped, making the guy capture your body, running to the near dark van. His partner made sure no one was watching and helped his partner put you in the back on the van and got inside.

The next morning, Hert found Negan sprawled over in his car and it took seconds to realize that you were kidnapped. Calling the police was useless because they didn’t know how to help. They didn’t know what to do but continue to look for her.

Even after Negan graduated with a minimum GPA, he felt heartbroken to have you taken away from him, right in front of his face. Not only that, Hert suffered the greatest, dying from a “heart attack” but he felt something else was involved. Your mother however, she received a will that was supposed to belonng to you but since you disappeared, she took the 50,000 dollars that was in a savings account.

Negan went into the bars to forget his greatest lover but the harder he tried, the more he realized he missed you so he made a decision: leave Town. So he did, he took his Impala and drove off to Georgia to start over; he started off as a car salesman then worked around to become a rough gym-teacher. He met a beautiful woman by the name of Lucille and he pretended to love his life, knowing that he will never be genuinely happy when the nights haunt him. He took a deep breath one night as he looked out the window, watching the moon, wishing he was out there looking for his greatest lover: (Y/N).

Bonus Chapter:

20 years later…

The apocalypse had taken over the world, dead humans would walk around without their souls, hunting with a single motive of hunger which forced humans to use their instincts to survive.

That is exactly what happened to (Y/N). Not only did she escape and kill her kidnappers but she killed people and the things to survive. She was currently leading a group with a moderate size of group in a school building. You were always watching out for new people, making sure they weren’t just trying to overthrow you by having guards have an eye on them. You never trusted people, not after what happened. At nights, you were forced to lock the door of the classroom and sleeping for very few hours. The only person you trusted was your right-hand woman, Aria. She had your (h/c) hair but her stunning features were her eyes, a beautiful hazel pair. Every-time you look at her, you see someone you long forgotten, but had deja vu’s. Aria was confident, independent and very charismatic. She fights for what she believes is right on the scene, she’s cautious when dealing with people and that made you the proudest mother.

You took your group for a scavenge mission and you were taking a van. You drove carefully to not crash into the rusty cars when felt a huge impact on the metal. BANG! BANG! BANG!

You were being fired at and you stepped on the gas and looked at the side-view mirror to see trucks filled with men. You furrowed your brows and all of a sudden your van swirled and you rapidly stopped, making everyone fly forward. You hit your head against the wheel and your daughter hit her head on the glove compartment. Your vision was blurry but you saw your daughter unconscious. You raised your hand weakly, calling out for her, “A-a…aria..” and the doors of the van open, men with guns and you dropped your hand once you blacked out.

You were awoken by the voice of a girl and you opened your eyes slowly, the first person you saw was a scared looking young woman sitting in front of you, “Mom..” she called out.

You groaned and slowly got up, supporting yourself with your elbow, “You..” you gulped, feeling nothing but the dryness in your throat, “okay..?”

“Yes…mom, you’re bleeding.” she said worriedly.

You shook your head and looked around to see your group surrounded by an outnumbered group holding guns and other weapons. You grabbed Aria’s hand and held it tight.

“Great! You’re awake now, see I wouldn’t want the party to get started while our, guest was asleep.” A masculine voice shouted with so much confidence in his voice. You stare off in the woods to see the man raising some sort of weapon.

“Why did you do this?!” screamed Aria at him, anger bubbling in. You hushed her softly, “Don’t make him mad sweetie, it’ll be okay..”

You heard a chuckle, “That’s right little girl, don’t make papa mad. Simon, put them on their knees.”

A man with a mustache approached you and she almost pounced off to him, blocking him to get to you, “I’ll do it.”she spat, growling at him. Simon simply huffed and went back to his place. Aria helped you on your knees and went back to sitting on her knees next to you.

“Now then, let’s start.” and he started walking, stepping on the gravel. You kept your gaze down and once you saw the tips of the combat boots you heard: “Hi…I’m Negan.” and again with that confidence. Wait, what? Negan? You slowly raised your face to meet the older man in front of you in disbelief, “No…” You managed to say, “No..”

Negan saw the way you looked at him but thinking the word traveled, he smirked, his dimples showing. Your eyes widen in disbelief, no. It can’t be him. You stared into his eyes to see those familiar eyes. The dimples were easy to notice.

“Negan…” you repeated softly.

“Well, I don’t mind you using my name but I need to learn yours babe.” He smirked evilly, licking his lips slowly.

You straightened up and stared into his eyes. This made Aria confused about your state and so did Negan, furrowing his eyebrows. There was something about you that made him recognize you. Did you steal from him? Were you from the Sanctuary.

He stepped back and bend his knees forward to sit on his feet, using Lucille the menacing bat for support, “I don’t like repeating myself, what’s your name?”

“…(y/n) (l/n).”

And there it was. Those evil eyes somehow shifted to a disbelief look, his eyes widen in shock as he looked at your carefully, “You’re fucking kidding me..”

You shook your head slowly, “No, I’m not…Negan, say hello to Aria…our daughter.”

Negan glanced the girl who was now bewildered, looking at her mother, “What?” she asked in shock. You said nothing but look at Negan’s reaction.

Negan looked down and scoffed softly, using his other hand to rub his salt-and-pepper beard. “No fucking way…” he started and his hazel eyes met yours, “We have a kid..” a smile slowly creping up, dimples showing…

#embracetheapocalypse #negan #negan the walking dead #negan x reader #negan smut #negan x reader smut #awildpieceoflife #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm

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self para || mad world

Day 1:

“It’s only the first day, Linc, it’s totally normal for her to stay out.” Daisy’s voice was always so well controlled that he didn’t know if she believed the words she was saying. She probably didn’t, he told himself. “You know she’s been through a lot. She just needs a break.”

Lincoln nodded silently as he watched the redheads fingers move nimbly through Mallory’s blonde hair, twirling them into two plaits. He must have zoned out when they’d cleaned the blood out of it. That made it easier for him to breathe every time he looked at her.

Daisy left, not trying to say anything further to Lincoln. A gesture he appreciated because he didn’t know if he remembered how to speak anymore. Lucy came out from behind the curtain as Adam’s mother’s voice was heard in the distance. His sister might have said something to him, but he couldn’t tell. The woman he’d come to know as Nicole held out a black coffee from the machine for Lincoln.

“You seem to need it,” she spoke in a gentle voice, smiling at Lucy who thanked her on Lincoln’s behalf. Lincoln wondered wryly how much the woman would smile if she knew she was in the same room as her future grandchild with absolutely no clue. “And Ms. Brendt, dear, I do hope you and your baby are doing well. I can’t imagine what you went through.”

If he’d had any energy, he would have nearly scoffed.

The woman and her husband disappeared to talk to their son and his jaw tightened as he heard Adam’s voice. It was a selfish thought of him to have, but he thought he might have swapped Mallory’s place with his in a heartbeat. After the idea passed his mind he began tugging at his own hair, hating himself for being so selfish but he couldn’t help it he couldn’t help it he didn’t mean to think that.

“Hey, Lincoln, hey come on stop, hey stop doing that.” It was Lucy’s voice that broke through the waves of guilt he felt, bringing him back to reality.

“No no no no I thought something bad I thought a bad thing.”

“What bad thing Lincoln? Lincoln what bad thing?”

And just like that, he snapped out of it, making himself take a deep breath.

“Never mind. I just… I d-do-d-don’t r-r-rem-member.” A lie, but one that was for the best. The concern on Lucy’s face became more prevalent than before, and Lincoln forced a smile. “I-I’m go-g-gonna go get s-some foo-f-food. I’ll be back soon.”

Day 3:

It had been far too long since Lincoln had shaved or showered or done anything to take care of himself. He couldn’t do anything but sit there, wasting away in the chair as he watched the line on Mallory’s heart monitor go up and down. Empty coffee cups sat on the desk behind him, broken poems scribbled on the side as he’d always done for Mallory before.

It was only day 3.

People were still telling him to hold onto hope. That this was nothing out of the ordinary.

He wondered if they understood that the only reason he survived the weeks without her before was by knowing she was a phone call away and knowing that once he was brave enough to face her and his mistake they would be fine.

He wondered if they understood that the labyrinth his mind had become over the years was unnavigable without the light she provided with her heartbeat.

He wondered if they understood that every day she stayed asleep, his sanity fled deeper and deeper into that labyrinth.

Day 5:

Sleep was no longer a concept Lincoln really remembered. He was downing a large coffee at least four times a day and even if he hadn’t been chugging so much espresso his mind wouldn’t have shut off long enough to allow him a rest more than the occasional hour long naps when he found himself bogged down by a vivid nightmare over and over again. Mallory, bloody and dead in his arms.

His knees were tucked up against his chest as he sat near her bed now. He was trying to read aloud from the book of his poetry he’d roughly constructed but the words and letters were floating around on the page as he tried.

In the distance - or perhaps right next to him he no longer cared enough to tell - he heard a nurse discussing his own health with someone who sounded like Logan. Then again it could have been Lucy or Daisy or anyone who wasn’t Mallory because Mallory couldn’t speak.

“We’re concerned that his lack of sleep combined with his autism and OCD could lead to… some sort of mental episode. What we can do is provide him with some sleeping medicine if you would authorize that, to just get him to rest. If he continues this way I… just don’t know.”

“It’s fine. I’ll sign off on it, but good luck selling him on it.”

Lincoln did not go down without a fight.

“Wake me up if she does,” he said weakly as his eyes fought off the darkness that encompassed him, only having been swayed after being told he could end up hurting himself or someone else if he kept on acting like this.

Day 6:

When he woke up he was in a stranger’s room, it was empty, dark and quiet. Looking down at his arm in the dimly lit room he saw wires and tubes connected to it and couldn’t contain the gag working its way up his throat.

“N-Nu-Nurse! Nurse!” He began yelling and not long after, a short man dressed in scrubs entered the room.

“Mr. Brendt, how are you fee-“

“Unho-Unhook m-me from th-this machi-m-machine,” Lincoln spoke impatiently.

“Oh I’ll have to make sure you’re well enough to-“

“If y-you don’t I w-will,” he threatened, holding his hand over the tubes which caused the nurse to come over quickly and begin unhooking him, bandaging the small patch where his incision was. With shaky legs, he stood up and left the room. He sighed in relief realizing he was just across the hall from Mallory, walking the short distance with legs that seemed to forget how to move.

Regardless, he found his seat left exactly where it had been when he left, and his coffee cups untouched in their stacks of five because five was a good number five made good things happen. Tapping his finger against his knee repeatedly he counted them out.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Day 9:

Lincoln was laying in a bed, prepped for surgery after having kissed all of his sisters on the top of the head and waving a goodbye before he walked into the prep room.

“You’ll have to lay down for at least two days. And then for about four weeks, maybe six, you’ll need to take all physical activity to a minimum, no lifting more than 10 to 15 pounds, we don’t suggest intercourse during the recovery time, all around you’ll have to be careful standing long periods of time and take care of yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Abs-Absolutely.”

“I know there aren’t a lot of other options but I don’t want you to do this and regr-“

“Just take me back.”

“There’s a chance we may still lose h-“

“TAKE ME BACK!” Lincoln shouted. He was uninterested in hearing anyone talk about possibly losing Mallory.

“Okay…” The doctor still sounded hesitant, but the nurse who was pushing his bed had been there when Mallory’s kidneys began to fail. So had Lincoln. Within hours and a few tests that showed he was, remarkably, a match, the boy was in a hospital bed being rolled into surgery.

As he was pushed into the sterile, cold procedure room, he rolled his head to the side to see Mallory’s pretty blonde hair.

“Abou-out t-time I paid you back f-for saving me,” he whispered before they turned his head back upwards and placed a mask over his face.

“Okay dear, just count back from 10,” said a nice woman just behind his head.

He didn’t even make it to 8.

Day 11:

Lincoln could walk again, but instead he sat next to Mallory’s bed right where he always did. He thought he remembered Jean and Eddie thanking him over and over for what he did. He also thought it was silly for anyone to think he wouldn’t have given up both of his lungs and heart and liver and everything he had to give if it meant she would be brought back into the world.

He didn’t remember what being a person felt like anymore. He didn’t remember any sensations other than fear and panic and anger and exhaustion. He didn’t remember having any intentions other than to keep fighting while the love of his life did the same.

His sleep came in waves that day, brought on by the pain meds he still took every few hours. Between the periods of darkness when his mind finally escaped reality, Lincoln wrote poems upon poems upon poems. Desperate for the right words that might bring her back.

“Y-You just keep… k-ke-keep r-resting, L-Lov-Love. B-But pl-please come b-bac-back… I-I-I n-nee-need you…”

Sleep took him away again, unwanted but still appreciated, and in his dreams that night there was nothing. Emptiness, surrounded by nothing but pitch black. It was a welcome escape from the fear and sadness that had wracked his body every waking minute.

Day 12:

A man came in holding a bible.

Lincoln to the side, slightly numb to the whole experience but he was aware of what was happening. They were blessing Mallory, so if she did die, she would go to heaven. It caused his stomach to lurch, the idea that people were making preparations in the case of her death.

Lincoln had arrangements of his own, but he didn’t want to share those plans with anyone else.

“F-Father?” Lincoln has found himself following the man out of the room, limping slightly. “C-Can I as-ask you s-someth-something?”

The man turned around and faced Lincoln with a smile.

“Of course, how can I help you?”

“W-Well I-I um… so-s-so I’m n-not a v-ver-very re-r-relig-ligious p-perso-person, I don’t kn-know how it w-work-works ex-exactly but cou-c-could you t-tell G-Go-G-God s-someth-something for m-me?”

The man’s expression was patient as he nodded.

”What is it, Son?”

”I-I w-wan-wanted… I’ve w-wanted a f-fam-famil-mily my… who-whole l-life… b-but if…if-if Mal-M-Mallory c-c-co-comes-s b-back I will gi-g-give up my dr-drea-dream. He’ll n-nev-never h-hear me wi-w-wish for my own s-son or dau-d-daughter again. C-Coul-d y-you te-t-ell h-him that?”

The man’s face went from patient to devastated as Lincoln finished speaking.

”Oh, Dear boy, you poor thing…”

”I-I don’t want-t-t y-your pit-ty… Pl-Plea-ease j-just tell h-him?”

The man nodded, reaching out his hands to take Lincoln’s. Lincoln barely enjoyed physical contact from a stranger under normal circumstances and these circumstances were far from normal. So he flinched away, curling his hands into his chest.

“I’ll tell him,” the man said, taking his own hands back.

With a satisfied nod, Lincoln disappeared to return to Mallory’s bedside.

Day 14:

Lincoln had to fight for the first time to keep Mallory on for just a couple more days. At that point, the only thing keeping her alive was the machine she was relying on for a heartbeat.

“P-Pl-Please-Please I-I’ll p-p-pa-pay f-fo-f-for-r it plea-p-p-p-pl-please ju-j-j-jus-j-just a c-cou-c-c-couple m-mo-m-more d-da-d-days!”

His frantic voice swayed Mallory’s grandparents, agreeing to just a couple more days. Lincoln knew that in a couple more days if Mallory wasn’t awake he’d fight again and again until he had no fight left in him. Lincoln was stitching together the many loose pages on which he’d written countless poems during his time there.

He figured that when she woke up she’d want to read them. It was a rare day for Lincoln, meaning it was one in which he was actually aware of the world beyond the four walls that boxed him into that room or beyond the line of vision between he and Mallory.

Meaning when Mason Safaatauemana walked in with a pitiful look on his face, Lincoln had already lost patience for the boy who had found such disgusting delight in charming Mallory into a date ages ago.

“Hey, man,” he started as he took a few steps towards Lincoln who, had he had even a drop less of self control in his body, may have growled at him. “I just wanted to swing by and say I was sorry, you know. For everything.”

“L-Li-L-Like?”

“Like... I wish I’d been able to do something to save her, or to stop it all, you know? I’m just-“

Rage bubbled in Lincoln’s head, boiling so loudly he was deaf to any other words Mason was saying.

“A-Are you ki-k-Kidd-kidding?!”

“What-“

“Are you KIDDING?!” Lincoln stood up now, putting a hand over his side with a groan. “You’re going to take this moment right here, this moment in which the love of my life is laying in bed because a deranged madman shot her and you’re going to turn it into a situation in which you could have been the hero of the cards had fallen right?!”

“I’m sorry I-“

“You don’t get to be the hero in everyone’s story, Mason!! If anyone could have saved her it would have been ME!! There was nothing YOU of all people could do!”

The sleepless nights that made days blend together like wet paint left him exhausted and had caught up to him, making this seem catastrophic.

“I mean you, you just... you just run into people’s life and expect them to bend into whatever they need to be for you to fit with them. You never change to fit anyone! I changed to be your friend, to live with you, to get your stupid approval I change for EVERYONE I didn’t have to change for Mallory and you’re going to come in here saying you wish you’d been able to save her?!?”

Lincoln shoved Mason’s shoulders, all of the anger he’d ever felt towards the redhead coming out as he continued shouting.

“I mean seriously?! You ask her on a date just to try to fuck her and then you keep treating her and I like shit like we’re lesser than you because she didn’t want to fuck you and because I stutter and wasn’t one of your original friends!” Lincoln shoved him again and this time Mason held him back, keeping his hand on his shoulders to stop Lincoln from getting any closer. This only made Lincoln feel attacked and he swung, connecting his fist with Mason’s face.

“Lincoln, Lincoln stop,” Mason pleaded, trying to keep him away while also trying to calm him down. “You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to start this right now.”

“Stop telling me what I want to do! Nobody but me knows what I want to do!!!”

By then Mason had gotten them out into the hallway, away from the medical equipment and away from Mallory.

“I know what I want to do! You don’t and Lucy doesn’t and the nurses don’t! I don’t want to be here without Mallory don’t tell me what I want!”

Another swing, another fist slamming into Mason’s face. The redhead clenched his jaw, clinging onto reality so he wouldn’t blackout.

“Lincoln please, please I don’t want to blackout I could hurt you I could kill you!”

At the thought of Mason killing him, Lincoln punched him again, harder than before and this time in the gut.

“Then kill me! KILL ME!!!” Lincoln was screaming now, his voice shrill and drawing the attention of the other patients and some of the nurses. “Please, Mason if I’m your friend at all - if I’ve ever been your friend then kill me I don’t want to live without her I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t be me without her I would rather DIE!”

Another punch, this time in the side and Mason finally shoved him away, backwards and into the arms of Hunter, who sighed and lined a syringe up against Lincoln’s neck.

“Somebody please just kill me I don’t want to live without her please Mason, please please just do it promise me you’ll do it!” Even as he was stuck in the neck with medicine meant to sedate him, it took a few moments to work its way through his large body. “Mason I thought you were my friend please I just wanted you to kill me!” His words were sobs as his legs grew weak and Hunter enlisted Mason’s help in carrying him back into Mallory’s room.

Adam was long gone by then, and they lifted him into the bed right next to Mallory.

“Please,” his voice was a whimper as his eyes fought to remain open. “Someone just kill me...”

Day 15 - Evening:

Lincoln’s sanity was slipping again. After the breakdown the night before, it seemed to fall between his fingers like sand in a widespread hand. Slipping quickly, falling back towards the ground with nothing but gravity to stop it. He was sat in his chair when a nurse he didn’t recognize entered the room. She must have been new. That was okay, he told himself, Daisy wouldn’t let anyone but the best near his girl. He knew that much was true.

Still, as she acknowledged his presence with a nod and wave before going about refilling Mallory’s IV, Lincoln couldn’t do anything but rock back and forth in his still chair. His arms hugging his own chest like that could keep him together as he rocked.

“C-C-C’m-C’mon M-Ma-M-Mal-Mal... y-y-you don’t ha-h-have m-much time-ti-time l-lef-l-left... You nee-n-need to c-come ba-b-back to me...” He murmured over and over again as he stared at Mallory. The nurse looked at him with sadness in her eyes.

“You been waiting a while for her?,” she asked kindly. Lincoln didn’t respond. “Well you know, Darling, she can feel your stress. You can’t put too much pressure on her.”

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on Lincoln’s life as the nurse spoke. He stopped rocking, stopped muttering things below his breath, stopped existing (at least it felt as if he had). He sat there unmoving as the nurse finished up. She bid him a good night that fell on deaf ears, as he held himself together desperately with his long arms.

As soon as he heard the door shut with a click, Lincoln began pounding his fist against his head, punching himself in the forehead repeatedly until the pain became a dull reminder of how much he had fucked up. By the time a bruise had started blossoming on Lincoln’s face, he was screaming. No words came out exactly, he was screaming in fury and anger and hatred, angry at himself, furious at himself, hating himself.

His screams reached frantic levels, the top of his lungs as he now began using both fists against himself.

“It’s my fault it’s my fault it’s my fault!!!” He screamed, even as he heard the door be thrown open and Harley stood there with sadness in her eyes. “IT’S MY FAULT TOO MUCH PRESSURE TOO MUCH PRESSURE IT’S MY FAULT SHES GOING TO DIE TOO MUCH PRESSURE!”

Blood began trickling out of his forehead now and Harley frantically begged Declan to come pull him away and make him stop.

“OH MY GOD I KILLED HER ITS MY FAULT TOO MUCH PRESSURE TOO MUCH PRESSURE ITS MY FAULT!!!!”

He was screaming so loudly now that his voice cracked and Declan entered the room, wrapping his large arms around Lincoln’s and prying his hands away from his head.

“IT’S MY FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT!!!!!!!” He was sobbing through his shouts now as Declan pulled him out of the room and Lincoln spotted the nurse who had said that. “SHE SAID IT WAS MY FAULT SHE SAID THERES TOO MUCH PRESSURE I JUST WANTED HER TO KNOW I BELIEVED IN HER BUT ITS MY FAULT ITS MY FAULT SHE WON’T WAKE UP AND ITS ALL MY FAULT!”

The nurse looked devastated as blood continued spilling down Lincoln’s face. She couldn’t have known such a reaction would come out of such a mild mannered man.

“I’m sorry I-“ She started.

“MY FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT!!!!!”

Eventually, Declan had wrestled him far enough away and locked him into a position which only exhausted Lincoln’s body if he tried to continue fighting. Instead of thrashing around anymore he became limp in the much bigger man’s arms and sobbed.

“I just wanted her to know I believed she would come back she’s running out of time it’s all my fault...”

Harley tried comforting him, using any words she thought may help but nothing changed how hard he cried. Not until he cried himself out in Harley’s arms (who had taken over once he’d stopped throwing his arms around).

“I-I-I-I c-ca-c-can-can’t b-be ar-a-arou-a-around her anym-m-more.”

“No Lincoln that’s not-“

“It’s m-my-my f-fau-f-fault I have t-to s-sta-s-stay away.”

Nobody said anything else, letting him sit there and cry himself dry until he eventually decided he’d sleep in the waiting room. “I ha-h-have to stay aw-a-away...”

Day 19:

It was the end. No amount of fighting from Lincoln would change her grandparents minds anymore. Something about wanting to end the suffering she was going through and making sure she got into God’s Kingdom. It wasn’t an answer he was willing to accept but nothing was when it came to ending the life of the one person he had no intention on living without. They delivered the news as soon as he’d woken up that morning, wrapped in a bundle of blankets outside of Mallory’s room so his presence hold risk her recovery.

All he remembered of his reaction was a scream so loud he no longer had a voice, only enough to croak out responses to people who spoke to him. He sat with his knees curled to his chest, tugging on his hair for hours as the world moved around him without him being present in it. People went in and out of Mallory’s room and Lincoln couldn’t do anything but watch their feet move past him.

Lily came up to him and sat beside him on the dirty ground.

“Big brother, what’s wrong? Why is everyone crying?”

Lincoln didn’t know if he was crying or not, his mind was desperate to shut down in order to protect itself.

“Mallory’s going away, Lil,” Lincoln barely got out past the scratches in his throat.

“Oh... Forever?”

Lincoln nodded, letting out a sob into his fist as he did. Lily threw her arms around him.

“Hey, Mallory always said that when something sad happened, something good would come right after, right?”

Another nod and another sob into his fist as he wrapped one arm around Lily. He didn’t want to give her up, he didn’t want to say goodbye to any of his sisters - in fact if anyone in the world would keep him there it would be them, but when he thought of a world without Mallory all he could see was himself wrapped up in a blanket on his mattress until he died of starvation or exposure or whatever it was people died from when they lay there unmoving for an endless amount of time, becoming nothing more than a vegetable, a burden on an already burdened family.

They sat there embracing until Eddie came over.

“Lincoln... If you... wanted to say goodbye.”

Goodbye.

The word washed over him like a tidal wave, pinning his body to the ground with some combination of horror and dread. Still, he stood up.

“H-He-Hey, go s-sit w-wi-with y-your si-s-sisters, L-Li-Lily, I’ll b-be out s-soo-s-soon.”

The young girl nodded, squeezing his waist before running off to sit with the other Brendt siblings.

“Take as long as you need,” Eddie said, squeezing Lincoln’s hand. Lincoln nodded, going into the room and shutting it behind him. He took his spot in the chair that, at that point, had become molded to his shape.

“I tried so hard, Baby,” he choked out through stutters and a hoarse voice, holding his hand tightly in his own. “I really tried so so so hard, I fought so hard to keep you here. I’m so sorry.” He was bawling almost immediately, barely able to get the words past his lips. “I just want you to be back here with me. I just want to hold you. I just want to kiss you and tell you how much I love you.”

His hands shook as he took the ring box out once more. “I know it’s probably selfish of me, to ask that you die with this on, but I don’t plan on being apart for long once you do, and I want you to have it in wherever there is after all of this.”

He slid the ring on her finger and cried as he held it to his lips, pressing kisses against her cold skin, perfect even as she neared death.

“Mallory I have so many things to thank you for and not enough time to say them all. Thank you for opening the door into my coffee shop that morning so long ago and walking into my life, thank you for changing the person I am, for making me a better - no the best version of myself. Thank you for holding my hand when it shakes and for finishing a game of mini golf with me when no one else ever has before. Thank you for sitting patiently with me as I try to spit out my order and for never being embarrassed by the person I am even though I’m embarrassed by the person I am. Thank you for being the one person in my life who knew how to fix all of the broken pieces of me, and thank you for not just knowing how to do it but for doing it. Thank you for loving a man who didn’t think of himself as worthy to be loved and thank you for kissing me even on the darkest days my mind had. Thank you for always seeing what was best for me and for doing it but mostly thank you for being the other part of me who I’ve been searching for for 22 years. For fitting every crooked edge and every shattered side I had. Thank you for completing me in a way I’ve never known.”

Tears were pouring down his cheeks as he pressed his lips against her forehead.

Once.

Twice.

A third, fourth and finally...

A fifth time.

“Please, Mallory, forgive me for what I am going to do when I leave this room. Find it in that beautiful soul to love me again even in death and to forgive me for being such a coward that I can’t live without you.” He was gripping her hand tightly now, sobbing into her hair.

“Forgive me for not loving you for every moment I could have, and for taking for granted the love you gave me. I never will again. Forgive me for breaking your heart in a way I’ll never forgive myself for. Please, Mallory, when I see you again open your arms to me so that we can be together again.”

As he squeezed her hand, he could swear she squeezed back but he knew that wasn’t possible - that such things only happened in dreams or movies or books.

“This is not my goodbye, it isn’t,” he said adamantly. Tears fell onto Mallory’s porcelain face, dripping off of his cheeks. “I will see you again but in the meantime I love you I love you I love you.” He repeated the words over and over again, sobbing them out as he held her hand to his lips.

He felt another squeeze, this time a bit more real. Maybe even a real one.

“I love you I love you I love you,” he continued, his eyes trained on her face now, looking for any signs of movement. Her cheek twitched, as if she wanted to brush away one of the tears there on the skin. “Mallory?!” He reached out, wiping her face clear of his tears. Her lip moved now. He must be dreaming or dead already. There was no way this could be happening. “Mallory, Baby, Baby if you’re there I need you to do something baby, Mallory are you there?!” He watched as her eyelashes fluttered, as if they wanted to open. He let out a desperate sob, punched himself in the leg to see if he was awake. He was. “Mallory, Baby that’s it, that’s it please, Mal, please I just need to see your eyes.”

He gripped her hand with nearly white knuckles, whispering please over and over to herself. Then, there they were. Her blue eyes blinking against the light of the room. Lincoln fell backwards, tripping over the chair and landing with a THUMP on his butt, he scrambled back up.

“You did it, oh my god you did it you came back, Baby I knew you’d come back oh my god you’re so strong you’re so strong!” Lincoln was sobbing, kissing Mallory’s hand once more before rushing towards the hallway. Before he ran out, he took one last glance at Mallory. “I’ve missed your eyes,” he whispered before disappearing into the hall.

“Do-D-Doctors-s-s! Nur-N-Nu-Nurses! G-Go-G-God-d-d!!! Whoe-Wh-Whoever will li-l-liste-l-listen!!!” A crowd of people, most of them his friends and a few others were nurses and a doctor who’d run to see the commotion. “Sh-She’s ali-a-alive.”

With those words, so much relief flooded through his body that he fell limp to the floor as cheers erupted around him and the doctor, along with the nurses, ran past him into Mallory’s room. He slipped into unconsciousness with the first genuine smile he’d had in 19 days.

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pinkipie100 · 7 years ago

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Lance and the 25 Days Chapter II: Preparation

Chapter II of Fic-cember is here! Late-night post again, I know, but I hope that I can get a little ahead in my writing tomorrow, and then I may be able to post earlier. I may have to sacrifice length, but I’m aiming to keep these at least 1500 words, minimum. I hope you’re all having a wondrous holiday season, and thank you for stopping by!

After the events of the last chapter, Lance can’t just go back to bed! He’s got work to do! And that’s exactly what he’s going to do- Lance is 100% committed to making sure that Team Voltron has the most festive, enjoyable, fun-filled holiday experience ever!

Words: 2074

Category: Gen

Contains: obsessively spirited Lance, nonmaterialistic Pidge, Converted Holiday-Enthusiast Alteans, still Jewish Pidge, ugly Christmas sweaters, Keith mention, Shiro w/ a secret & Coran with a Mission™

Takes place immediately following Chapter I’s events.

Also, if you needed a visual for Lance’s ugly Christmas sweater:

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Lance eventually did allow the others to go back to bed until morning, after much persuasion from Shiro. The red paladin, however, did not fall back asleep himself, his annual alarm clock clearly working all too well. Though he tossed and turned melodramatically, he knew his efforts to drop back down from his holiday high were fruitless. Eventually, Lance just left his room again and planned their escapade to the Space Mall in the morning. He started mapping out everyone’s courses through the mall, as well as planning each gift he was going to get everyone. He also thought hard about how he was going to get all the decorations they needed, including where the Christmas tree would come from. Out of all the planets Lance had seen so far, there were none that exhibited anything resembling a pine tree. Lance’s heart dropped when he thought about finding a menorah for Pidge, especially since most of these aliens were probably too advanced for candles or candelabrum, anyway. He vowed he would not rest until he found one, though.

Lance was up working until the day cycle reached dawn, and Hunk was the first to come across the former in the kitchen. The yellow paladin started when he saw his friend, inexplicably wearing an ugly Christmas sweater, sitting on the kitchen counter, surrounded by Space Mall maps, menorah schematics, and lists upon lists of gift ideas, the lattermost of which Lance promptly hid under his tush. Hunk gave a cordial greeting, and Lance responded with an excited ‘happy holidays’ while his friend sauntered over to the mess of plans Lance had compiled overnight. Hunk asked if Lance had eaten yet, to which he responded that he hadn’t, being much too busy with the most important activity of his day.

Hunk picked up the sloppy sketch that Lance had made of a menorah, giving it a once-over. Lance pointed to it and explained, “I’m thinking that we’ll probably have to make a menorah ourselves, and the same goes for the dreidel. We could probably do that with the scaultrite powder, right? How much is left?”

“Enough… We’d have to use a really complex mold for the menorah, though,” Hunk mentioned. The boy picked up another page that displayed indiscernible sketches of… some objects. Lance delineated that he thought they could make Christmas lights if they used tiny Balmera crystals and strung them across the halls of the Castle of Lions, but was unsure if there were crystals small enough. “That sounds totally doable. I’m sure Shay can help us out with that.”

“Oh, I’m sure she could,” came a teasing voice.

Lance guiltily swiped the paper of the menorah under his butt as well, and Hunk turned around to meet Pidge walking into the kitchen, looking tired. Shiro followed her not long after. Hunk proceeded to dispense food goo to all of the individuals present. Shiro and Pidge noted the many papers sprawled about Lance before accepting their breakfast.

Lance commenced his instructions on their Space Mall escapade, informing the paladins that they would be shopping for anything resembling festive décor, presents for their fellow Team Voltron members, and ingredients that could be used to cook their holiday foods. Hunk would obviously be in charge of looking for ingredients, with Pidge accompanying him. Shiro would handle the decorations, specifically looking for items that could be used as ornaments as well as red, blue, green, and silver-themed embellishments. Lance also dropped their leader a ‘subtle hint’ to be on the lookout for a certain ‘romantically-associated fruit,’ to which Shiro replied that mistletoes were parasites, but he acknowledge the assignment. Lance proclaimed that he would take the Alteans shopping for a tree and also teach them about gift-giving. After about a varga, each member would go off on their own to find presents for the rest of the team members.

“What about me?” Pidge asked.

Lance looked over to the youngest paladin, saying, “Well, if you don’t want to buy all of us gifts, you don’t really have to-”

“No, I’m gonna!” Pidge corrected. “I meant, um… Are you guys going to get me anything?”

Pidge was being uncomfortable unassertive, and Lance was having none of it. He slid off of his planning pile on top of the counter and put assuring hands on Pidge’s shoulders. “Pidge,” he said, looking her straight in the eyes, “we are happy to get you presents for Hanukkah. NO ONE is getting left out of the gift-receiving on my watch, you got that?” Pidge averted her gaze upward, chuckling out that she just wanted the team to play dreidel with her, but Lance stopped with a silencing, “UH-UH! You’re supposed to get a present from each of us every night, right? So, that’s what you’ll get!”

“Lance, you can’t all give me a present every night! Besides, I’m not a little kid anymore-” Pidge attempted to compromise, but Lance shushed her with his finger. She spoke through it anyway, though, claiming, “I don’t really even want all that much, you can all just get me a joint gift for the eighth night.”

Hunk stepped forward to propose: “I’ve got an idea, Pidge. What if each of us got you one present, and then one of us gives a present for each night of Hanukkah?” Shiro agreed with this, enumerating himself, Lance, Hunk, Coran, Allura, the space mice, and… Slav, he guessed, for the eight nights of giving.

The three younger paladins all look at one another and nodded in agreement. Pidge stated smugly, “I accept eight items as a reasonable compromise, if they’re up to my standards. To be fair, though, I might lose some of them in my room… There’s… a lot of stuff I’ve lost to my trash nest. I appreciate the gesture, though!”

Lance declared that he already knew exactly what to get for Pidge, while Hunk said that what he had in mind was probably even better. Pidge boasted that she had a plan for what to get the pair arguing in front of her, and they would both be worshipping her by the time they opened their presents.

While the three of them were joking about ‘spoiling’ one anothers’ gifts for each other, Shiro heard the kitchen door open behind them while Allura and Coran walked in. The leader prepared them their food goo and passed it to the both of them as they thanked him.

Coran immediately caught sight of Lance’s sweater, and he was intrigued. He told the teens to hold up with their conversation, and the Altean slid up close to Lance in order to get a close look at the knitted fabric. He peered down at it from all angles, then stood back to take it all in. The Altean gestured toward the sweater, finally inquiring, “What is that?” Lance looked down at it, then back up to Coran, then elucidated that it was an ugly Christmas sweater, normally worn ironically to mock the tradition of ‘artisan’ holiday sweater-knitting. Coran remarked that it was an odd tradition to mock another tradition of one’s own traditional celebration, but accepted this complex tradition nonetheless.

“Where did you get that?” Shiro finally asked, realizing that there was no way Lance just had a Christmas sweater on him when the Blue Lion took them.

“I made it,” Lance stated simply. “Anyway, Coran! Princess! The three of us are going to go holiday shopping together for a Christmas tree while the others scout for food and decorations. I’m also gonna give you the best lesson on gift-buying ever! And the best part?” Lance uttered lowly, giving his best sultry face to the Alteans as they leaned in with anticipation. “No… waiting… IN HOLIDAY LINES!”

“YAY!!!” the Alteans shouted, mirroring Lance’s pose on his tiptoes with his hands extended in the air. They had no idea what this meant, but holidays were so new and exciting to them, everything that came out of Lance’s mouth seemed like the most exhilarating news of their lives. Lance continued further that they’d also get cheaper deals because the stores in space didn’t increase their prices when the holiday season came around, so capitalism was on their side, ignorant to just how much shopkeepers could be exploiting the team whilst they shopped. Coran and Allura ‘yayed’ at this also, but Coran did so a little more horrified this time, disconcerted by Lance’s description of the human economy.

“Alright, team, let’s finish our food goo and get out there! This is gonna be the BEST Space Hanukkah and Space Christmas EVER!” Lance shouted, propping his knee on top of a countertop and pointing forward, to adventure. Coran and Allura cheered as they rushed out of the kitchen toward the bridge so that Allura could wormhole to the Space Mall. Hunk and Pidge followed suit.

Shiro fell behind the rest, walking in step behind Lance. Eventually Shiro worked up the courage to catch up with the spirited young sweater-crafter.

“You excited or what, Shiro?” Lance said to the black paladin.

“I am, for sure, but…” Shiro started, and Lance was immediately aggressively concerned. The red paladin was already shooting out his assumptions of what was wrong with their plans to Shiro, fearing that he had not provided for optimal festivities for the man. “Whoa, Lance! You’ve got some great ideas, and I think the Space Holidays are going to be awesome, but… there is something I think we should do.” Lance was all ears, so Shiro put forward, “I think we should have Keith join us for the holidays.”

Lance was a little surprised at that. He hadn’t even considered Keith, as he was off doing missions for the Blade of Marmora. They barely ever saw one another anymore, and, much to Lance’s chagrin, he did miss his rival. Lance doubted Keith wanted to see him, though, and the original red paladin had probably long forgotten about frivolous activities like celebrating Christmas.

Lance tried to picture Keith socializing at Christmas dinner and chuckled slightly at the thought. He broke from said thoughts, however, when he noticed how sad Shiro looked. Lance was hit by this like a ton of bricks. Of course Shiro wanted Keith to join them for the holidays; the two were so close, after all! Lance was fueled in less than three seconds, inhaling angrily and vowing to reunited Shiro and Keith for Christmas, if only for that day.

Lance’s prolonged silence prompted Shiro to justify his claim, “I know that we’d have to convince him to take a leave of absence from the Blade, but I think that it’d really help him with what he’s-”

Shiro was cut off abruptly when Lance grabbed Shiro’s vest and twisted it in his fists. Lance drawled through gritted teeth and a terrifying smile, “In the Christmas spirit, you and Keith are going to spend the holiday dinner together, no matter what his part-Galra behind says. I don’t care if I have to take his place in the Blade of Marmora, he’s going to spend Christmas with you, and he’s going to have a fantastic time. Don’t you worry your pretty little eyelashes, Shiro.” Lance, once finished with his half-threat, half-promise, released Shiro from his grasp, dusted of the spot he’d clung to, and smiled right before he continued to walk.

Shiro gulped, unsure of whether to feel frightened by Lance’s words, or appreciative. He settled on a tentative medium of both. Shiro considered following up with Lance about the second sensitive subject he wanted to talk about, but decided against it, not only out of embarrassment, but also out of fear. The group reached the bridge, and Shiro was looking at a wrinkled old paper when he went through the door. He sighed wistfully, knowing his secret wish would never come true; not if he still wanted any of the paladins’ respect. The black paladin shoved the page back into his pocket and took his seat.

Little did he know, however, that Coran had caught sight of what was on the paper Shiro was looking at. Coran’s eyes were down and shadowed after seeing it, but when he lifted his head to look forward again, sparks emanated from his eyes, and he knew exactly what to do for his insecure friend.

Meanwhile, Allura took center stage on the ship’s bridge, raising her control panels. “Paladin, prepare to wormhole!” she announced, setting a course for the Space Mall.

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baileysayswhat · 7 years ago

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So technically, it’s not my first first Amtrak. I took the Cascades from Bellingham to Portland once to visit my bestest friend Loni several years ago, but that was like 5 hours. Psssh. Weak.

THIS was the Texas Eagle, a 13+ hour ride from Chicago’s Union Station to Little Rock, Ark.’s also-named Union Station. I’d never been to Union Station in Chicago and hadn’t been to visit Little Rock in almost 2 years, so it was time to un-bucket list this ish.

Y’all might want to grab a tea and have a bathroom break ahead of this novel titled “CHI>LRK: A Modern Amtrak Tale.”

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Pre-Game: I was going to take the Brown line to Quincy/Wells and walk 7 minutes, but it’s so much easier to take a Lyft. Especially once it started raining and ESPECIALLY once I hefted a bag that had 2 six-packs of local beer I was ferrying to friends. The Lyft driver and I got into a slight argument about where my address was (I was standing on it, he disagreed, I won) but I got to Union Station nice and early to quiet my Ravenclaw need for order and early arrivals. What’s that? Y’all recommend 60 minutes early? I GOT THERE NINETY MINUTES EARLY, boom! *drops wand*

Union Station: I was a little anxious because this place. is. huge. It has all the bodies of an airport, less the efficient signage. It was definitely confusing but gorgeous in its old-school design and look. It’s very ‘old Chicago architecture’ vibe mixed with WHERE THE HELL DO I GO?! lizard brain panic. I had purchased a coach ticket online and they said on it ‘if you’re boarding coach in Chicago, get a boarding pass/group’ and there was no help or signage on how to find it.

I had already printed my paper ticket and had a digital version in my iPhone’s Wallet app but was stuck on where to find said physical pass. There was a gargantuan line for checking baggage, but as I was not checking baggage, I was keeping my smuggled beer VERY close to my person, so I ran around trying to find where the baggage pass was while carting the aforementioned beer plus 4 hefty bags of Chicago-style popcorn plus my carry on suitcase and my overstuffed backpack. I’m an overpacker, people. I got told to come back to the main hall at 1:15 to line up for boarding—boarding passes didn’t exist, they’d just line you up. Walking around with my Auntie Anne’s pretzel bites (I have ZERO willpower around that place), I’m noticing the clientele in the station. There’s a lot of people that appear to be of Amish descent/clothing. It makes me curious about how the tenets of their faith and modern technology/trains work together, but if they’re here, God must be ok with it.

Boarding: ITS 1:15 TIME TO SPRINT 40 feet to the “C” line and hope no one calls me on my duffel (beer & popcorn), carry on suitcase (clothes) and overstuffed backpack (books, tech, sweats, ID/Ticket) plus blanket. You then kindergarten follow an Amtrak employee as a long, snake-y line through the station until you reach the gates, which look like the gates in a small, regional airport. They line you up and you walk down to the tracks and as you walk on the platform in-between two huge, tall hulking trains, Amtrak employees ask where you’re going. “Little Rock is 2 doors up on the right,” was my reply and I get there and meet our car attendant/porter/awesome guide and she directs us in and up a tiny, windy staircase that reminds me of a Washington State ferry staircase.

On-board: The train is 2 levels—apparently called a Superliner—and I got my ideal spot, back right corner. I get to lean back super far without disturbing anyone and I already made friends with the lady in the back left corner. She’s going to Little Rock too and I asked her to take a picture of me because I literally couldn’t contain my excited face. I was the second person in the car and I hefted my beer/popcorn duffel and suitcase up in the overhead rack, placing the aforementioned overstuffed backpack and blanket under the seat in front of me. I looked for a seatbelt THERE ARE NONE, I don’t know what I expected and then I looked down and I saw so much leg room that I could have cried. CRIED, dammit. I reclined my seat, bothering no one and just sighed, content. And the train hadn’t even started moving yet.

Our goddesss of awesome train-ness, Avia (“Its’ French for ‘bird’”) gave us some info about the ride, saying how it’s her first Texas Eagle run but not her first w/ Amtak; she’s been with the company for 11 years. AND THEN THE TRAIN is moving. I am wiggle wiggle joyous excited. It feels like that wondrous itch of going to Japan or Thailand and the pride of I’M DOING THE THING and I have missed it. I think sometimes we forget or grow so comfortable with our routine that you forget to be a tourist in your own country. I realize anyone who takes Amtrak every day for work probably just threw up in their mouth, but I’m loving it. Also, I’m not-so-secretly hoping that Joe Biden is on the train. I know he lives in Delaware but I heard he takes Amtrak and I kind of feel like he’s the type to incognito just be on any/every Amtrak train.

I’m Chris Traeger-ing this train ride and I don’t even care that the poor Amtrak intern probably reading my tweets is exhausted THIS IS SO FUN. Y’all. Why do we travel any other way? I’ve been on the train 30 minutes and I already love it. Just south of Chicago and it’s so, so green. It looks like the woods behind my Grandma Loveau’s house; big green leafy bushes that probably have blackberries hanging plump and ripe and scrubby weeds that I’m gonna pick even though my mom tells me not to.

I’m pretty convinced that I won’t have great T-mobile cell service everywhere and I’m ok with that. I welcome it, actually. I’ve been reading a book about meditation, (10% Happier by Dan Harris) and I’m looking forward to turning my brain off a bit. I brought my journal and another book and I just want to let my brain slow down.

Visits observation car; damn. Damn damn. Swivel chairs and full-length windows. Much green. Such Instagram shots.

Starting to feel like a good nap…return to seat. Dining attendant comes by and I get a reservation for 7:15 like adults do!

…wakes up. Illinois is super green, y’all. And rural. Agriculture is all over.

…sleeps again.

…wakes up. Trees on the track before Springfield, held for 30 minutes. Cool, I forgot that’s the state capital!

More Illinois; more green. Continue reading “10% Happier,” trying to slowly let it permeate my brain and not rush through and it’s so helpful on learning to meditate. I know, you cringed. I did too. But breaking it down, it’s about not just my gut reaction to things, it’s helping me slow down and respond rationally. It’s like slow-mo Matrix moments where I have time to make choices rather than EMOTION VOMIT at someone/thing.

Anyways, it’s a great book. I’ve been on and off reading it for a week and I’m really getting into the meat of it. I’m writing notes and actually absorbing it when—

“7:15 Dining Car, come on down.” OH Y’ALL IT IS STEAK TIME.

One of my co-workers, Jeff, told me that if I’m gonna Amtrak it, I need to try the steak at least once. It’s $25 but I’m so, so down. And I got a glass of wine BECAUSE I ADULT. I arrive in the dining car on time just as we’re pulling into St. Louis and this iconic view.

I am seated across from a middle-aged couple and next to a young young 20-something who is super quiet. Like, I’m trying to pull teeth saying ‘hi,’ making casual jokes and asking questions and she is shutting. it. down. She orders a side salad and iced tea, when I offer her the basket of salad dressings, she says “just ranch. I’ve never tried anything else.”

FOR REAL I AM NOT LYING. Folks, I am all for like what you like and eat what tastes good but when salad dressing is FREE (which it rarely is) and you can try new stuff, TRY THE BALSAMIC OR ITALIAN because they are not scary. She would have shit herself if they’d had some chili lime vinagrette. Oh well. She’s going to Houston I pry out of her between her Snapchats. Goodness. I turn to the older couple across from us. He’s asking her about what’s gonna work for him since his teeth are out. They’re going to somewhere near Shreveport, Louisiana, which is surprising considering this train doesn’t go there.

I slowly piece together between our-lady-of-side-salad and the toothless man and the wife who is talking loudly on the large Samsung phone that all 3 of my tablemates were on some weird delayed? Amtrak and got rerouted to Chicago. Side Salad says she got off her train to get toothpaste? and got lost, missing getting back on. Ser Teethless says their train was 4 hours delayed and they missed their connection in Chicago so they had to stay there 24 hours and wait. Damn. This is like joining a book halfway and I’m so in.

Teethless and I start to get a little traction talking when I joke saying “I’m the only one of us intentionally in Chicago” and he shares that he drove a cab there for 40 years but got out because…something. It was a little difficult to understand him sans teeth, but he was intriguing. I started trying to put into practice some of the things in the book; ‘be present in this moment, don’t think ahead or behind,’ and I leaned forward, asking him about his dogs (2 chihuahuas) and his proclivity for befriending wild animals (a lynx, wolves, myriads of squirrels, stray cats, A POSSUM). Then our food came and I discovered Bernaise sauce.

FAM. I gotta say, I would have moaned if Side Salad wouldn’t have inevitably snap chatted it. What is this stuff and how have I gone 30 years without it? Chock full of delicious witchcraft, I tried to savor every bite while listening to Teethless tell me about how ‘some people just got the touch’ for befriending animals, and well, he’s got it.

He then said to Side Salad “you want one of these shrimp?” I looked at him, then her, confused. She demurs. He insists. She TAKES IT. I’m ping ponging between them wondering if I need to tell Teethless that this girl/young woman is fine and happy with her ranch leaves and doesn’t seem to be a meat eater. Then Lady Teethless puts a slap of her steak on Side Salad’s plate and I’m like “are they trying to talk her out of being vegan by temptation?” SS is grateful and doesn’t seem to be giving me any bat signal of distress that these people are forcing various meats on her, AND SHE IS EATING THE MEATS. I’m using my customer service face but I’m so confused that this is some new Midwest tradition I’m not knowledgeable about AND also offended that these people aren’t offering me food. But damn, I am an adult who ordered a $7 glass of wine so I guess I’m either a) financially solvent and seem ok in the Iron department or b) not the type of woman they’re looking to meet on a train and take home in a body bag.

We finish our meal and the family Teethless leaves for him to smoke as we are stopped in St. Louis. I look at Side Salad and say “do y’all know each other?” AND THE STORY COMES OUT.

Apparently they all ended up seated next to each other on the same aforementioned delayed? train to Chicago and made friends? I don’t know how, considering the communication barriers (Snapchat/age/lack of teeth) but that’s why they know each other. I’m assuming maybe Side Salad didn’t realized budget-wise that this was happening and the Teethless Couple was doing a good Samaritan thing feeding her meats and fattening her up for ritual sacrifice so she could stay alive and donate a black market organ see her brother in Houston without going broke.

See, this story had a great ending. As an addendum, I’d like to add that although I was miffed to not be carded for my tiny plastic bottle of chilled Chardonnay, the waiter did ask me to writing down my phone number as I signed for my credit card receipt, so I STILL GOT IT.

Returning to my seat with a slight case of the meat sweats, I realize that we still haven’t left St. Louis. We’re running a bit behind and they’ve shut off the engines while we’re waiting. So…not meat sweats, just lack of moving air. They announce that everyone should try to avoid using the facilities as the train is off and they only flush when the power is on, prompting my bladder to be like NOW NOW RIGHT NOW EMPTY MEEEE as I’m flush on $7 Chardonnay and already nestled back in my big, comfy, ridiculously great seat.

FINALLY we leave St. Louis and I’m lucky enough that no one boards and sits next to me. These seats are no joke, spacious enough that I wouldn’t be irritated by it, but it’s nice not to worry about stepping over someone on my way to the bathroom/stretching my legs OH MY GOD when did we become the last car?!

Apparently they’ve chopped off the back 2 cars of the train sometime while I was on a romantic date with a steak. Huh. That’s cool. I wish it was still lighter out because these photos from the back of the train would be AMAZING. And now I’m all peed out and curled up, typing away. Happily full of steak and adventures and more relaxed than I’ve ever been while traveling. Seriously, why do we travel any way but this??

We stop for over an hour in the dark at the Mark Twain National Forest in Missouri with no explanation and I’m worrying about my friend who had agreed to stay awake and pick me up at 3am is now 3:40, 4, 4:08…I tell him to go to sleep and re-download the Uber app since Little Rock doesn’t have Left yet. I arrive at the station and after an interesting Uber ride that included the words “Jeffrey Dahmer could have passed a background check” to be an Uber driver, arrive grungy and sleepy to my destination.

Initial thoughts:

Ridiculously comfortable: THE LEG ROOM! Reclining seats, fold out desk/eating station, fold out footrest, etc. made it easy to sleep and perform multiple tasks

The food: good god, I will remember that béarnaise sauce on my death bed. And the coffee isn’t bad either!

So nice to get up and walk around: wide aisles, observation car, easy to get to and multiple bathrooms.

Price: a round trip flight from Chicago to Little Rock was over $400 and for multiple dates. So…I thought to try the train and I’m so glad I did. $80 each way for $160 round trip plus steak dinner plus cup of coffee on return trip is total $200. SO LEGIT

Timing: It’s…long. Just about the same as driving directly, but much less responsibility. Much easier to get up and walk around than the Megabus, which was cheaper but required transfer in Memphis. I was delayed about 70 minutes on the way down and about 2 hours on the way back. So…if time is a concern or you have a connection or someone is picking you up, possibly not the best choice unless they/you are flexible.

Overall, I’m happy I took Amtrak for my wallet and for the experience. It is great to sleep a good chunk of the ride and wake up/get to your destination actually relaxed and not worry about the weight/number/paying of your bags and the security check and the 2 hours early, etc. (within reason; Amtrak does have baggage rules and they’re on the website) but for me, such a smooth experience. I love that their slogan is “Change how you see the world” because it was truly revelatory seeing some of America’s green gorgeous land and the sun set over the horizon. If you haven’t Amtrak’d before, you should; if not just for the béarnaise sauce *cue Homer Simpson donut sounds* then for the truly enjoyable experience.

Baby’s First Amtrak…at 29. So technically, it's not my first first Amtrak. I took the Cascades from Bellingham to Portland once to visit my bestest friend Loni several years ago, but that was like 5 hours.

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