#shoking blue

[vinylica]

[ivan70brovkin]

Shocking Blue "California Here I Come". 1969.

[thatwriterchaotic]

Here it is. My first ever smut with none other than Daryl Dixon. For celebrating 100 followers, this is a gift from me to you. I hope you enjoy it. It is so damn long.

What Are We?...

Summary: Daryl had always been slow and careful with your relationship. Always wanting to treat you right. Make you the happiest person on the planet. But he also kept thinking about you in other ways. Maybe it was time to be a little bit more intimate with you.

Pairing: Pre apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: [18+], first time together, soft!daryl, man handling, fingering, oral, some hair pulling just very smutty jesus- be nice it's my first time writing like this 😂 this is honestly the longest thing I have written.

The first time Daryl laid his eyes on you was when you brought your car in. You needed your breaks checked and something was wrong with the engine. Daryl only had this mechanic job was because of Merle. Even though it wasn't Daryl's favorite thing to do. He had to make money some how. Damn idiot got himself back into jail again for another bar fight.

Daryl was distracted by you the whole time as he fixed your car. Just something about you had him mesmerized. The next time he saw you was at his friend Maggie's house party. Daryl only agreed to go because Glenn wouldn't stop bothering him. Not wanting to be the only guy at that party. Which wasn't true at all. He had gotten your name and number at that party.

You two had gone on several dates after that. Enjoying spending time with the other. Daryl would tell you about his days and the cars he fixed. You tried to following along as best you could with what little knowledge you had. Happy to see him open up and talk about the things he liked. You would respond back and talk about the things you liked, bonding over your similarities.

You both mostly kept to yourself. Not wanting to go out and do extravagant things. You both where the happiest staying inside. Watching movies together, cuddled up on Daryl's couch. His arms wrapped around your body. You always felt so safe with him around. Laying on top of him. Your head laying on his chest. Feeling his hand move up to play with your hair.

If you could stay like this all the time you would. But you both also enjoyed going out on rides on Daryl's motorcycle. Daryl loved the feeling of you sitting behind him. Arms wrapped around his torso like he was your life line. Nothing could separate the two of you. Always wanting to be together.

But Daryl secretly wanted to go further with you. Craving the feeling of your touch. The feeling of your skin against his. But he didn't want to cross a line if you weren't ready for it. Daryl was always very respectful towards you. Unlike his brother. He adored and loved everything about you. But what he didn't know was that you craved him too. Always catching him staring at you in that almost mischievous way. His bottom lip in between his teeth. That hungry stare in those dark blue eyes. Oh you thought it was the sexiest thing ever. Especially when he had his sleeves rolled up, showing off his forearms. A few buttons undone at the top of his button up, showing just a little bit of chest hair.

Feeling Daryl move under you made you jump out of your thoughts. Glancing up at him, smiling softly. “Need me to move?” You asked wanting Daryl to be as comfortable as possible. Daryl shoke his head. “Nah, yer alright sweetheart. Just stay like that, all pretty for me” Daryl said sweetly to you brushing your hair out of your face. You felt yourself flush. Your man was such a flirt. Making yourself feel weak in the knees almost everyday. You smiled softly and leaned up to peck his lips

Feeling him kiss you back, with his soft lips. You loved the feeling of being so close to him. He radiated warmth and comfort. But it was only when you where alone together. Out in public, you mostly just held hands and light kisses. You understood that Daryl was more shy about it. And that's okay, whatever made your man comfortable and happy. You would wait for him no matter how long it took.

That's when you felt his hands go a little lower. The kiss turning more intimate. His tongue slipping into your mouth. Your hands starting to wonder as well. Moving from his stomach and up towards his chest. And finally towards those brawd shoulders, you loved so much. Gripping onto his shirt. Wanting to be even closer to him. Daryl eventually sat up again, you sitting down in his lap. Legs wrapped around his waist. Holding you so close, your chests touching each other.

Having to break for air, you slowly pulled away from Daryl's intense kissing. Stopping him before he leaned in for more. Having this adorable pout on his lips. “Did I do something wrong?” Daryl asked you with a concerned look in his eyes. You smiled and cupped his cheek. “No no you didn't do anything wrong, just- What are we Daryl?” You asked him looking into his eyes. Hoping you didn't scare him off for asking. “What ya mean? Yer my woman” Daryl said softly to you taking your hand and placed soft kisses on your palm.

You thought it was sweet, hearing him call you his. But you pulled your hand away. “Seriously Daryl, what are we? Am I really your woman if you can't even kiss me infront of our friends?” You said pushing this a little further. Wanting an answer from him. Daryl sighed softly and took your hands in his. “Alright, alright” He started looking into your eyes. A serious look on his face.

“I get nervous when we are out in public. You know how much I respect ya. Always wanting to make sure yer happy. I never want to over step or rush us into anything. I want us both to feel comfortable. Look I promise I'll start be more affectionate towards ya. Since I haven't been able to get you outta my head” Daryl said to you. Noticing his lip going in between his teeth. Gently biting down on his bottom lip. Oh, he was thinking of you. In all kinds of ways.

Feeling a bit flustered from Daryl's confession, you took your hand and caressed his jaw. Going down his neck and to the front of his chest. Fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. Popping open the first two buttons. “You've been thinking about me?” You asked so innocently looking up at your man.

Daryl nodded and leaned closer towards you. Your noses almost touching.

“I think about you every night. The feeling of your skin against mine-” Daryl moved his hands to your waist, sliding you over to one of his legs. “How soft it feels against my calloused fingers, the sweet noises I could pull from you just from my touch” He guided you to start slowly grinding down on his thigh. Your hips going back and forth in a slow rhythm, making the most amazing friction between your legs.

You grabbed onto his shoulders for stability as you rocked on his thigh. God hearing him talk like that and the way your jeans rubbed up against your clit. It felt like heaven. You whimpered softly and never looked away from Daryl. Stuck in a trance from how good he was making you feel. “Ya like that sweetheart? Huh? Ya like how it feels to grind on my thigh” Daryl said to you pulling you in even closer. His hands never left your hips. Encouraging you to move them faster.

“F-Fuck Daryl, feels so good” You managed to whimper out. Speeding up the pace of your hips slightly. Daryl smirked and kissed your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and to your chest. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck. Loving all the attention he was giving to you. He moved one of his hands from your hip and to the front of your jeans. “I'm gonna touch ya now, is that alright?” Daryl asked you first before popping open the button on your jeans. You quickly nodded your head yes. You felt his hand slowly slide down into your jeans and under your underwear.

You gasped when he gently touched your clit with his fingers. Circling it in just the perfect way. You kept rocking your hips against his thigh. Loving the combination between the two. You moaned and reached up, your fingers going through Daryl's short brown hair. Pushing him further into your neck. Daryl left several marks on your neck, claim you as his and no one else's. “Yer doing so well for me sweetheart, prettiest thing I've ever seen” He grunted as he decided to push you back against the couch. You whined when he took his hand away from you. “Don't whine now babygirl, I'll take care of you. Just gotta get undressed first” Daryl said softly to you.

Between harsh kisses, Daryl managed to get your pants off. Along with his shirt that you demanded he take off. Wanting to see more of his chest. That left you in your shirt and panties. It was a normal pair, just a lacey black thong. But Daryl loved it. He thought you looked sexy as hell. He got on top of you. Reconnecting your lips again with another passionate kiss.

You cupped his face and kissed him back. His tongue shoving into your mouth. But eventually he made his way down your body. Leaving trails of kisses down your stomach, to your thigh. Getting right in between your legs. Daryl propped your legs on his shoulders as he kissed your thighs. Leaving soft bite marks and hickeys that would definitely stay until morning. Until he got right where he wanted to be.”Tell me what you want me to do sweetheart, want me to eat this pussy huh? So wet for me aren't you” Daryl said looking up at you. His pupils where blown wide with lust.

You blushed and looked down at Daryl, loving the way he looked between your legs. “Please Daryl.. Please I want you so badly” you begged for him. Daryl slid your thong to the side and swiped his tongue from your slit up to your clit. Making a electrifying feeling shoot up your spine. You moaned and arched your back, Daryl's hold on your hips not letting you go anywhere. Your hands instantly going to his hair gently pulling his hair making him grunt into your pussy.

God he was really good at this. You couldn't stop moaning his name over and over again. He slurped at your clit flicking his tongue back and forth. That's when Daryl moved his hand down and slowly slipped his finger into you. Curling it just right. “Such a needy little thing for me, making such a mess” Daryl grunted as he kept going, loving the noises you made. Soon he slipped in another finger into you. Moving them at the same pace as his tongue. You felt a tight sensation start to build in your stomach. You tried to warn Daryl but it felt too good. Not wanting him to stop pleasuring you. You felt the snap in your abdomen, feeling yourself come undone. You moaned Daryl's name loudly tugging at his hair. Daryl continued, helping you ride out your high.

Panting heavily you laid back down on the couch. Trying to catch your breath from that intense orgasm. Daryl had a huge grin on his face. He gently laid your legs down and sat up. Licking his lips, he slipped his two fingers into his mouth sucking them clean. “You taste so sweet sweetheart, gonna make me want to stay in between your legs forever” Daryl said as he looked at you. Your hair was a mess and you had a coat of sweat cling to your body. Daryl gently rubbed your leg and fixed your panties.

“Just relax for me baby, we can go get cleaned up in a bit okay” Daryl said softly. Always wanting to take care of you. You noticed his jeans look rather tight. Wanting to help him feel good too. “But what about you love? Let me take care of you” You said almost begging him. He shook his head and smirked. “We can have round two in the shower just rest” He said as he laid down on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist. You gently ran your hands through his hair. God you where so lucky to have this man in your life.

[akwolfgrl]

I'm a great fuck but better lover

Nami was sitting outside enjoying the good weather while she read the paper and sipped some iced tea. A new bird landed on the railing next to her. It had a package slid into the carrier on it back. Nami took the package out, and the bird made no motion to leave, most likely waiting for a reply. Nami shoke the box. There was definitely something heavy inside. Nami ripped the box open, her curiosity getting the best her as she ignored what was written atop the box. She recognized the name of where it came from. She didn't know why it was addressed to eggplant instead of Sanji.

Inside the box was a smaller box with the name The All Blue discovery box, a letter, a book, and a stack of food magazines. Nami flipped through the book, unable to recognize a single word. She shouldn't do this, but Sanji would forgive her, so Nami opened the letter.

She didn't want to get her hopes up, but the thought of exchanging letters with her loved ones back home filled her with such joy. She wanted to reconnect with them after distancing herself for so long. Nami had to admit she was amused by her new nickname, Miss Nectarine. She could guess who the rest were pretty easily. Meatball was Luffy, broccoli was Zoro, and parsnip was Usopp.

Nami turned as she herd familiar footsteps, Sanji was apoching, Mr. Noddles hot on his heels, with a pitcher of tea and a treat for her.

“Nami-swan! I have your snack all ready for you!” Sanji called out he loved himself into a bow presenting the sliver platter. “I made bublanina, it's a very airy cake, slightly sweet and filled with fresh fruit toped with iceing sugar and whipped cream. This time, I used blueberries and cherries,”

“Sanji, I opened your mail. Did Zeff mean it? Would he send our loved ones our letters if we mail it to him?” Nami asked as Sanji refilled her glass.

“Well I haven't read the letter yet, but I'm sure he did mean it, we can tell everyone at lunch so they can write their letters,”

“I'd like that, you can sit next to me and read the letter if you want to,” Nami took a bite of the cake while Mr. Noodles began to beg and reach for the cake. He was almost as bad as Luffy. It was airy like Sanji said it was. The cake itself wasn't sweet, but the fruit was sweet, as was the powdered sugar on top. It was as always delicious, Nami was glad they had recruited an actual chef.

“Thank you, Nami!” Sanji took a seat next to her, placing his tray down as he began to read his letter.

“Sanji, what made Luffy pick you over a different chef?” Nami asked.

“Well I'm not completely sure, but do you remember the pirate Patty tossed out for not having any money?” Nami nodded, Sanji had told this part already. “Luffy followed me out when I went to feed him. We argued a bit and got to talking about the all blue, I don't know if it was my dream or feeding someone that did it but one of the two. The reason I joined was Zoro,”

“Wow even then you wanted him,” Nami teased.

“Hmm well I won't deny he was good-looking, but not what I meant. Seeing him willing to die for his dream made me realize how badly I wanted to presuse mine. I still needed that last push from the other chefs. I felt that I owed it to Zeff to stay, since he gave up his leg for me, it didn't matter what I wanted. I owed him everything,”

Nami hadn't heard that detail yet. She had missed a lot since she had left after seeing Arlong's bounty poster. The next thing she knew, her three friends and the blond from the Baratie had shown up. They saved her and her village.

[girlandthedarkness]

TOUCH | Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru

hurt/comfort

The weather outside was cold and windy, making Suguru almost run into his apartment. Closing the door to block the chilly air entering into his house, he notice Satoru's jacket. It only meant that he come back faster than anticipated from a rather dangerous mission and it can mean two things. It was a wonderful success or a total failure.

"SATORU?" The flat was silent and suguru just takes of his shoes quickly.

"SATORU, ARE YOU HOME?" Suguru tried to ignore the anxious feeling in his chest "I SWEAR TO ANYTHING SAINT, IF YOU EATING MY SNACKS I'M KILLING YOU"

Perhaps he's sleeping? The thought shattered when Suguru saw Satoru sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back facing him. He was silent, but everything screams something wrong.

"Satoru" this time it was a gentle calling, as if he wanted to return him back on earth.

Walking closer, Suguru rises his hand to make him pay attention, but instead of a warm feeling of his skin, he touched nothing. More exactly what he touched was Satoru's infinity.

"I don't deserve your touch right now" Satoru's voice was meek, so unlike him.

Gojo Satoru doesn't weep when he's sad. He usually complains loud about something irrelevant to escape the anxiety's tension in his chest.

Then he makes a few dark humor jokes and then he solves problems on his own. If he fails to do it, it'll be only him who'll suffer.

Satoru Gojo never shows weakness, perhaps only when it's midnight and he tells Suguru about his childhood and how lonely it was. That despite having people around him, no emotional connection was made. About how their friendship was something he cherish more than the life itself.

So Gojo Satoru showing weakness on the broad daylight is something scary.

"What do you mean?" Suguru isn't a person to pray on others emotions, but Satoru wants to be saved, otherwise he wouldn't come to his apartment.

"I messed up, how can I have those godlike powers and still have people die on me?"

Oh, Suguru thinks, Gojo Satoru as an Atlant carries the burden of the world on his shoulder.

"Let me touch you" Suguru mirrors his friend's position, trying to catch his eyes, moving even more forward to do so.

"No, I don't deserve your kindness or your affection"

"I'll be the judge of that"

Finally Satoru looks at Suguru with big red eyes. His cerulean blue where so shiny from tears, despite the distress appearance Satoru Gojo was still as breathtaking as always. His white hair messy, but still framing beautiful his face, his face was red and puffy, but the vulnerability was alluring.

The barrier dissappear, letting out a slight warmth from Satoru's skin. Without wasting any time Suguru takes his body in his arms, cradling him closer to his chest. He pats Satoru's back and whispers sweet nothings, promises to keep it a secret if he'll cry.

Gojo Satoru doesn't cry, not in front of people, not even in front of Suguru Geto, but today is an exception. It was a long week and Suguru is so real, so warm, so sweet. Satoru hides his face into his friend's neck, letting it all out, he cries for the young girl who had bright green eyes and for the old man who shield unsuccessful her little body. Gojo Satoru cries for the shoked mother who lost her father and daughter all because of him. Gojo Satoru doesn't cry for himself, he doesn't deserves it.

He tries to sink deeper into Suguru's skin, to try and become one with him. Unsuccessfully.

Everything in Satoru screams that he doesn't deserve to feel that good, but the influence that Suguru Geto has on his nerve system is a secret he'll take to the grave. Perhaps that's why he always seeks him in his darkest moments, and always look at him first when he laughs.

[daisydsuha]

Subway To You

The straphangers were dancing as the trunk moved. The dim blinking light reflected on the windows, and dusk orange rays penetrated within. The inside was capacious.

    A mother with a child, a middle-age man trying to keep himself awake, and the lad who was busy in his world of books, his grey bag on his lap. The truck reached its designated station; she got off the platform with the rest of the passenger.Flowing with the crowds, she walked up the stairs with them, and entered into a more bustling life. She was amazed by the sparkling, eye-blinding light, though the sky was clear as water with small cotton floating with the wind. 

Making her way, among the perfume, sweat and different texture of clothes. She came to a halt near the pole, waiting for the light to turn green; until the light blinked. Skipping her way on the zebra crossing. Gripping on the blanister she twirls and runs up the metal stairs, but her feet didn’t make any sound. Something impeded her. She threw herself towards the railing, she gazed in bewilderment and glanced at the ongoing cars, the flyers distributor, and few blinding lights as a gentle breeze blew, her hair straightened .    

 The thrilling sensation shoke up her body and climb up on the metal yet rusty railing. Having no fear of the scars, she spread her delicate arms; nobody stopped her. Extending the leg onto the air, as there was a translucent flooring. Next thing you knew. She was standing in mid-air.

   No one seemed to notice her, everyone was busy with themselves, friends, phone calls, or just making fun of people as they walked past them. 

   A gust of wind made her hair dance in the air; it came from the north. Taking languid steps and still floating. A flurry overwhelmed her within, as she started to run towards the direction of the wind; the wind speed was slowly decreasing. Her hair swayed as she jumped and ran, and witnessed the breathtaking sight of the sunset. The sky turned from orange to pink to purple to blue. Enough to make any toddler amazed.

   The streetlight, the boards, the shops, and the apartment were filled with more lights as the sky got darker. 

   The musical scorn waved, echoing on the walls, carried by the wind and onto her ear, the sound of  string being hit with the hammer. She turned left; from where it travelled to her. Peering through the rusted window, she saw a lady cooking, siblings playing, a college boy doing homework. Hearing the melancholy of the piano playing; she moved to the other window.

   Found him.

   Her hands pressed against the window; it penetrated through. She was standing behind him. He was playing delicately. In a blink of an eye, she was sitting on top of the piano; his slender fingers were so sickly. His eyes were closed; fully focused. When he opened his eyes,the hem of her dress came against his sight; he looked at me, jolted back and fell on his back. She was flabbergasted, then chuckled. He crawled back, eyeing her warily.

   “What are you?” His voice shocked and his Adam apple moved up and down. A soft smile appeared on her lips, as she jumped off the piano and walked towards his wardrobe. Holding the photo frame, which was on top, on her hands, she creased on the glass that protected the photo. A young boy with his adorable baby sister.

   “Hey, give it back.”  His eyes widened, and he struggled to get onto his feet. He tried to catch it from her but she capered away from him and sat on the piano.

   He gasped, clutching onto the shirt. “You will break it.” 

   “You don't need to worry about that, dear. My weight is non-existent.” she examined the photograph with adoration in her eye. “But have you mended your bond with your sister?”

   His eyes trembled against the light, he turned his on the other side. “How do you-” He paused. “It isn't your matter, and get out of my room.” He spoke, still looking at the other side.

   “I wish to do so, as I have limited time here.”

   She came into his field of view, and the young man leaned his head back. She spoke,”So before I go. Let me tell you a few words. You may never know when someone's time is up. You might die tomorrow or your sister. Someone has to make a move and I think you should be the first. Even if you are angry,”

   She sighed, closed her eyes, and shocked her head. Turning around, she walked towards the window.”You are calm, sensible and reasonable. Fix it. At least you tried, if it doesn't work out, that is another thing." She looked at the bright city light. “Atleast you tried alright.” 

   She walked back to him and creased his head, messing it.

Glancing at the door, then looked at him, and the piano. “Oh my time is up. I must leave.” 

   “What are you even?”  She turned towards him. She placed her finger near her lips and said, “It's a secret.”  with that she leaped through the window, jumping over buildings and street lights.

   He stood there in shambles, until a soft voice made him snap.

   “Brother!”

   The photo frame was on top of the piano. 

   She stood on top of the streetlight in the park.

   The man was smoking his cigarette; sitting on the bench, leaned forwards, and hands rested on his lap. He looked exhausted, and dead. Eyes blank, he brought the tip close to his lips.

   “You will damage your lungs.” She spoke, and the man jolted up and looked here and there. Then he looked up and shrilled; stood up. Later, he relaxed, rubbed his face with his hands, and sat down; leaning back.

“It's late, young lady? You shouldn't be out?” He was mindful at first then became perturbed.“ Wait, why are you up there? You will fall, young lady.” 

   The small smile never left her face, her eyes with fascination, as if he knew who she was. She leaped, and landed smoothly on the ground, her bare feet, and jingles visible. The man was dumbstruck, his pupil widened, and his posture stiff. Shaken by a sudden revolution.

   “And you sir.” She capered around him. “It's quite late, and you are sitting alone, smoking  20 cigarettes in one go.”

  He looked at her with his prepexled eyes, before he answer, “It helps with stress dear.” He threw the cigarette on the ground and samahed with his feet. He eyed the girl in front of him. His eyelashes trembled, moist made onto his eyes, and a glossy was visible because of the light

   “But it ruins your health, good sir.”

   The man smirks, mockingly, " I can't even be a better husband to my wife, that's why she left me. How am I good?” He fell back on the bench. Head leaned back.

   She sat beside him. 

   After a pause. He started to speak, in that same position. Though she already knew about the whole event.

  The man looked at his feet, his fingers intertwined as if trying to keep his cold hands warm, on the sudden chilling night.

   “You were good sir. Your wife was blind. You did everything for her, so she has not to worry about anything in the world. You wished that your wife would pay more attention to you when you came home. You would have liked to be greeted by your wife when you came home, after hours of work, just like your mother did with your father, am I wrong sir?”  She stated it in a demure tone.

   “You know so much. Wait, how do you-” He chuckled, then uprighted himself. “Then you should know that she is happy.’

   “Hmm.”  She jumped up from her seat and languidly walked ahead, hands clasped behind her back, when suddenly she turned around to look at him.

   In his hazy state, he saw a glimpse of the universe in her eyes. 

   “Dear good sir, you are like a rare gem; once found a lifetime.” The wind began to blow at her right. “Don't let the past drown you. I believe you will find someone who loves you, dearly.”

   He looked down, moved. “Then.” He looked up, she wasn't there. Standing up abruptly, he went to the position she once stood; looking around.  

   “Hey!” He looked around in bewilderment. “Where did you go? “

    She saw a little girl crying near the post box. It was really late now, and the time was ticking. She went towards the child, bent towards her level, and poked her head which sank to her knees. When she saw her, her eyes sparkled with tears and she got on her knees and jumped on her lap. She creased the little girl's hair, which was in a ponytail.

    “I can't find my mummy.” She said with her stuffing nose .

    “I see, let's go look for her.” She carried her in my embrace and leaped on the wall, then on top of the streetlight. She espied around, but it was dead silent. The air began to chill,treacherously.

    “What does your mother smell like?” She looked at her, and squinted her eyes as she thought about it. 

    “My mommy likes wearing lilac perfume.�� she said with excitement.

    She nodded, and took in a deep breath. Sweet smell of sleep, ground smell, and hint of lilac and chocolate. It's quite far. They were between the city centre and residential area, and the smell was coming from within the residential area; which was the opposite side from where they stood, but how? Getting worried she examined the girl and cautiously questioned her, and she saw no harm in the girl. She gazed at the direction, her face became complex; the footstep was getting closer, and it was hasty not desperation. She jumped up on the street light, and looked down on the road, where there were beasts dressed in men and women clothing looking franctly around, and ran off to the other side. She snapped her finger, and waited for a while.

   When the wind started to blow again, she followed the smell and it was starting to get further, further away.

    “Hold on.” Holding her tight and the child grabbed onto her clothes, when the words were utter. They leaped through the distance; from the streetlight, to the overboard, to the rooftop, until she stopped above another streetlight. The scenery changed and the houses were much different then the previous area. They saw a woman and a man calling out the girl's name, with dogs and policemen, along with a countable number of people. The smell of lilac and chocolate were strong; almost like an irritation.

    They floated down to the ground; opposite to them, and the girl, named Farren, placed her feet on the ground, as she held her delicate hands.

    “Go now, they are waiting for you.” She spoke close to her ears.

    Farren ran towards her parents, hands spread like wings. Both the wife and husband turned and saw her. Next thing you know, The three were in each other's warmth; the father shrouded like a blanket to his beloved. The night shower did not cease immediately.

    The gust of wind blew, but it was powerful, and cold.

      It was midsummer, yet the air felt chillingly unseasonal.

     Farren turned around, but no-one was there in sight.

    “You are late.” said the train conductor, as he punched her ticket.

    “Sorry, caught up in stuff.”

    “Well I have been waiting for you.”  He said in a monotone. “You are the only passenger left.”

    “Oh everyone left early.” She said as she looked around. “Looks like you too have a wonderful day, mister conductor.”

    He looked down at her, raised his eyebrows, and said, “Please take your seat madam. We are about to depart.”

    The conductor turned about to enter the control room when he heard her demure voice.” It was kind of you. Thank you for waiting.”

He slided the door fully. “Sit down, we will take off, and I am in the cabin. Call me for any urgency.”

    “Sure will.” She gave a soft smile, and gaze at the closed door.

    “Oh, what happened to them?”

    The conductor looked at her, and turned, “They all are dead.”

    The engine started as the truck started to move. It jerked, and moved forward. The sound of the wheel rolling echoed. 

    “We are taking off.” He shouted from the cabin.

    She held onto the rails before the truck jolted and slowly lifted up in the air, and among the night sky, stars and clouds. They pass through city squares, residential areas, parks and apartments. She glimpsed down and saw a graveyard, and a particularly small grave had flowers, and small green blooming within. 

    “Weird. I don't see my name on my grave.”

    “Don't worry you will have one, once we go home.”

[yellowcry]

Fighting for the new day to come

Somebody tried to attack Encanto! And, protecting her family means Luisa had to do whatever it takes.

TW: Deaths, violence, blood

Luisa sighed, wiping her forehead. What time was it? It's should be an hour or two before her lunch break. Her stomast grupled, imagining a good yammy portion of the food that Mirabel would undoubtedly bring to her.

Her heart jumped at the scream. Old Arthuro yelled at the street, attracting attention. "We're under attack!" Luisa's eye twitched, fists tensed. Okay, don't panic. What was happening? Her blood pumped fast, warming her with adrenaline. "Doña Alma demanded for everyone to get to safety."

Encanto was attacked? By whom? Luisa's chest ached. The cold fingers of dread clipped her shoulder. She could almost feel their invisible weight grabbing her by the throat. Shoking her. She knew Abuelo Pedro died in attack on their village many years ago. Were everyone okay? Oh no,.what if they will be murdered the same way. The fear twisted her stomach, making Luisa gulp to hold back disgusting sickness. Shit, the situation was really bad. Luisa's own heart was pounding way too fast. "Where are they?" Luisa's throat felt way too dry. Her teeth gritted, craking against the pressure. Somewhere, under the panic and fear for the safety of the people, Luisa felt rage bubbling up. Somebody dared to some here, in her hometown and try to destroy it? No fucking chance in the world she would let it slide. 

The old man breathed out, almost relieved at the sight of Luisa. "Good, you're here... Can you.." He took off his sombrero vueltiao, holding it tight. 

Luisa took rapid breath, clenching her fists so tight that her knuckles paled like a moulded cheese. "I will deal with this." She was protector of the family, of the Encanto. It was a titular she wore with a big pride. The promise to ensure everyone's safety. "Where are they?" Luisa let out a low guttural sound. Her muscles tensed so much that a vein popped out, swelling from the iced pressure. 

The fear of what would happen if Luisa didn't  interfere was breaking her bones, twisting her inside out. Tiny drops of the burning sweat ran down her forehead. Her chest felt tight, anxiety wrapped it like a wrong-made corset. She needed to keep everyone safe. It was something she wished to be as long as she could remember herself. Keep everyone safe, protect them. 

Luisa's legs scudded too fast, way beyong anything  of a human ability. Which was probably because of her gift. And also from feeling bottling under her skin. Steaming like a boiled coffee. She heard a bang. It rang in her head with more strenght than an endless list of chores. She felt the smell of fire ripping inside her nose. There were several of them, wearponised. "You think it's blue hideover?" One asked, presumbably so someone who was their commander. At least if Luisa judged by the gold trimming of their suit. More proper than so the others had.

"We had no information about this place on the map. It must be a criminal place."

Luisa narrowed her eyes, gnarring throught her teeth. Did they just accuse Encanto in being a bad place?

She jumped onto the closest person to her, making them yell in surprise as Luisa twisted a muzzle pointed at her. Crashing in under her fingers in just mere seconds before they could even react.

The bullet cut into her skin, ripping the back of her blouse. The injury stinged with a nettle burn. Not too bad, somebody without her gift would have it way worse. But still barely pleasing. The fabric got stuck to her skin with sweat. The closest person to her, the one whos gun she broke was sent to the bright grass. While Luisa slammed his head against the hard ground. Seeing how it was swelling red with the blood.

"What the fuck is this thing?!" Somebody yelled so loud that Luisa's head ached. Luisa heard a numerous gunshots but wasn's sure how many was in total. 

"Stay away from my home!" Luisa growled, rushing into attack again, not paying attention to insults. Her opponent managed to turn to the side  just mere second before Luisa would've launch at him. They pulled out a slasher, scratching her side. It dig deep, drawing the blood out. Luisa twisted the blade on instinct, breaking it in just mere second. Her free fust tried to him the person next to her, who again, jumped back just a moment before it would happen. Not for long because Luisa pushed  herself forward, sending her opponent fly for several metres. Probably cracking several bones in the process. 

Another shot came to her head. "AHH!" Luisa yelled, gripping her head, while a bullet got stuck in her head, cracking her scull. Not even crazy amount of adrenaline she was on could wash away this amount of pain. It popped in her head, rising in agony. 

She grit her teeth. It wasn't  a proper time to cry about pain. Luisa rose up, just slightly trembling. At least of before the attackers looked afraid, now they were outrage terrified. Some part of Luisa's mind that wasn't  busy with the fight could understand it. Most people probably wouldn't be alive after getting shot in their head. 

"This isn't a human!" One of two yelled, trying to shot her again. Just for Luisa to fling to the side, only allowing it to sligtly scratch her cheek. Unpleasant, but nothing  compared to the shot that blew her brains up. Luisa let out a low breathe, annoyed.

Another hit, Luisa ran with a wind speed. Not thinking about anything  else. That one was blocked with a gun. The metal cracked from her strengt. But Luisa's fingers twisted, now drawing with blood. The same gun hit her shoulder. Probably  leaving some bruise with the cold metal. At the same time it got snapped in two, killed to the end. While Luisa's another hit got blocked again. Unluckely for them with their arms this time.  They uelled in horror as the bones snapped, breaking against Luisa's strength. Not for long until the strenght of the hit pushed them down. Luisa stepped on them, cracking their ribcage.

She had washed the last one of them down the horse they tried to climb on, ripping the fabric of their clothes in the process. Most likely to get away. Not for long. Luisa pulled them of, squeezing their neck so tight it cracked. 

Luisa looked around, panting through wide open mouth. She pressed her palms against her knees. Trying to see if there still was any danger. It seemed safe. Good. Luisa grinned in relief. It was over, everyone was safe for now. She just needed to get home and break the news to Abuela. That’s, of course, if Dolores hadn’t told them already.

Luisa wasn’t sure how she got to Casita. Now, as immediate danger had stopped beimg a threat, adrenaline stopped running so much inside her body. And when the hormone stopped controlling her body, pain that was drowned in the sea before crawled over, rising all over. And, hell, it hurt. Luisa’s blouse was soaked with blood, her back was getting red. The trickles of thick blood ran down the muscles of her arms and clung to her brown hair, which now were wet. The agonising pain jumped inside her head, making her feel like her brains were smeared out of her scull. Yes, her head was definitely the one that was killing Luisa the most. More so compared to the rest of her body combined. Unable to feel or think about anything else. The blood drawned out of the injuries. Luisa felt like she was a balloon about to pop out.

Luisa groaned, trying to keep her eyes shut tight. Light outline of pain was left inside her. Not hurting too much, but reminding she was not so long ago. What happened?Her head was foggy, but memories were crawling outside. A fight, yes. Luisa’s brething shortened as she practically jumped into sitting position. Were everyone okay? What if somebody else was hurt?

“Luisa, mija!” Her Mama placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re awake, how do you feel?”

Luisa stared up at Julieta, looking around the calm blue tones of the room. Her parents’ room. “I’m okay, was anyone else injured?” She asked, ready to get up if anything was wrong.

The healer shook her head, petting Luisa. “Everyone is safe.” Luisa brethed out in relief, allowing herself to relax against the fluffy bed once again. “Do you want to rest? I can call your sisters if you want to.”

“Yes, please,” Luisa would love to see them and know they’re okay. She could probably just go herself. She wasn’t in any discomfort after being healed. But there was something cozy and home-sweet in laying in her Mama’s room like this. It’s been a while since Luisa was resting like this. She remembered being a little girl and curling between her parents after a nightmare. It’s been a long time since then. The probably wouldn’t even fit in the bed together.

It didn’t take long. Mirabel had clung to her in the moment she saw Luisa. “Lu, how are you? I was so worried.” The teelager felt Luisa’s back, making sure no damage was left untreated. Even is Mama’s food would’ve made it impossible for Luisa to still be hurt.

“Better than ever!” Luisa smiled at her to assure her little sister. Ruffling her curly hair before scoop into a hug. Heavens, she was so glad everyone was okay.

Isabela sad to the bed next to them. “Dolly is such a bitch!” The eldest sister chuckled, ignoring Mirabel’s demand to use proper language.

Luisa blinked, rasing her eyebrows. “What have she done?” Tilting her her head, and hugging Mirabel even tighter.

The youngest girl muttered, choking on her words. Okay, maybe Luisa held her just a bit too strong. “She tied us and Camilo to chairs. Said it was ‘so we wouldn’t get ourselves killed’.”

“Yes! Can you imagine?” Isabela made a theatric gasp, pressing her hand against her forehead. “I’ve lost my chance to be abadass in a very cool fight!”

Luisa couldn’t help but laugh at her sister being a drama queen, she couldn’t be surprised in the slightest at Dolores’ actions. Isabela wouldn’t miss a chance to throw fists, Camilo would treat it like some performance, and Mirabel… Well, Casita’s fall spoke for itself. Mirabel sniskered too, but hid it with fixing her glasses. Here Isabela herself was giggling. 

“But, if serious,” Her tone became more serious. She placed her hand on Luisa’s shoulder, sitting closer to her. “Are you okay? You were in am awful state earlier.”

Luisa’s eyes glimmered at the care. She could imagine, concindering how she didn’t even remember getting to Casita. “It really wasn’t that bad.” She assured Isabela. “It’s really only my head that caused problems.” She knew she had to thank her gift for this. Anyone else would’ve been dead on her place. Nothing else wasn’t coming beyond a simple discomfprt that a nornal person would get from a scratch. But all the other injuries probably weren’t making her family happy by looking at them.

Isabela and Mirabel seemed relieved by this. Luisa chuchkled, pulling her older sister on a hug with her free arm too (that’s why she has two arms). Everything was okay…And Luisa felt calmness spreading throught her body. She handled it well, her family was safe. And she couldn’t ask for more.

Luisa had to admit she felt strange about what she had done. Killing. The word tasted bitter on her tongue. She could never imagine she would have to do something like this. But did she regret it? Not in the slightest. These awful people would do the same thing to her family if Luisa didn’t stop them. She was protector, and everyone knew it. And she would do whatever it takes for everyone to sleep safe and sound. Sometimes she had to do things that were consindered bad to be on the good side.

“You’re better to prepare for Abuela’s teaching you about self-preservation!” Mirabel smiled weakly, but still was looking closely in case of Luisa’s possible harm. The stronger sister gulped. She remembered this with Mirabel. Damn, she would meet a long lecture of how worried she had made everyone by risking her life(which she actually hadn’t done!) and putting herself on danger.

“I’m terrified now.”

[moonlight-tmd]

ProwlBee angst-

so i remember seeing a clip where both Bee and Prowl fall off a tower i think while fighting Starscream? so i had an idea-

CW: Death, Grief, Self-Neglect, Depression[?], Violence but with a happy ending!

The autobots were fighting Starscream, Bee and Prowl stuck on a Sumdac Tower roof with him. At one point Starscream throws them both off, Prowl catches himself and tries to cath Bee too- but he fails. Bee's servo only brushes past his and he is forced to watch Bee plummet and hit the ground.

When he gets down the others are already by Bee- there's a splatter of energon and Bee's laying there, grey and motionless. He died on impact.

They buried him in a secluded spot near the river- he, Sari and others sometimes went there for a picnic and play in water. It was his favorite place to spend time with friends, secluded enough to give them privacy. Far away enough for humans to not find the grave.

Prowl was devastaded, he was supposed to catch him, to save him. And instead he let him die- just like the sparklings from the Carequarters. It didn't help that just before Starscream showed up, they had a fight. He never got to apologize. He blames himself for his death.

Prowl starts having nightmares, he is forced to relive the moment; seeing those wide blue optics, the fear on Bee's face as he fell down. He refuels less and spends most of his time at Bee's grave. The base is much quieter without him, and Prowl hates it. Just now realizing how lively everything was when the scout was around. How much happiness was there when Bee still lived. A painful realization sets in- he actually liked Bee very much, he cared about him so much- heck probably even loved him. And how mean he actually was to him. Every bit of happiness Bee brought was gone.

The rest of the team worries about Prowl, the ninjabot dissociates from reality almost every conversation, with less and less energy he gets hurt in every battle. His mental health only got worse with time, the only reason he doesn't fully neglect himself being that Bee wouldn't want him to die too.

One morning he finds Bee's grave dug up, the makeshift cryopod with his frame gone. He sends multiple emergency calls to Optimus, halfway into a panic attack he notices a trail of small but deep holes in the ground. He follows them far into the forest, out of the autobot radar range and into a cave and gets knocked out.

He wakes up in some underground lab in a glass tube, Blackarachnia being the one to greet him. Prowl's furious, but the moment she presents to him Bee's frame connected to some machine and monitors he freezes. She somehow got her servos on an Allspark Shard and was planning to resurrect Bee to reprogram and turn him into a techno-organic like her. She had Prowl locked up in one of the testing chambers to watch.

Prowl couln't hold the anger within him as the machines buzzed louder, he hit the glass over and over again until it broke. He tackled Blackarachnia and stabbed her over and over again screaming. Then he heard something and she took that chance to push him off herself and run. Next thing he knew was Bee kneeling in front of him, worried and horrified. Bee was alive. Prowl cried his Spark out, mumbling inhoherent words as he held onto Bee for dear life.

Once Prowl calmed down enough, Bee took his servo and guided them both out of that lab. They sat by a nearby river shore and Bee washed the energon off them both. They stayed there until sunrise, Bee holding Prowl and comforting him. Bee never let go of Prowl's servo on their way back.

The team caught them when they neared the road in the forest. They were all shoked and elated about Bee being alive again. They all returned to base and questioned them about what happened. Bee left out few details for Prowl's sake, said ninjabot didn't even remember most of what happened due to stress.

In the next weeks Prowl's mental and physical health improved, he spend his time near Bee, he was much nicer to him, heck- he didn't even get mad when Bee dropped a bucket of water on him as a prank sometimes. To be honest, he kind of missed it.

2 months after Bee's revival, he and Prowl go on a walk and end up in the grave spot- except after the incident all the dug up area has been transformed into a field of clover and yellow flowers, sunflowers sprouting up in few places too.

The sit by the river and chat. Bee jokingly teases Prowl about having a crush on him, and Prowl admits. Whatever Prowl was expecting wasn't what he got. After a long pause Bee 'played it cool' and failed to nonchalantly admit his own crush on Prowl.

It takes the team less than 1 day to question them about the sudden change in behavior. Now everyone knows they're dating.

Prowl couldn't have been happier.

I always see Bee mourning the loss of Prowl so i wrote it in reverse. I'm a sucker for emotional Prowl.

[plinktastic]

I can post text only posts on tumblr therefore I can post my bugbo x dhmis fanfic, so, may I present to you...

Dont Hug Me I'm Bugbo

(gerbo, joe, and bugbo all walking in the rain)

"dont worry, im sure we will find shelter eventually" bugbo says, hand shielding his face from the rain. "and if not, the rain *will* stop at some point" he said, turning to gradient joe who was absolutely sopping wet, and unable to talk because his papers would be to soaked to read.

"oh grub i hope s- ..wait, bugbo look!" gerbo says, pointing to a large pink house with a dark blue door, "we should ask them if we can stay until the rain stops!"

"well, we dont have a choice do we" bugbo responds, quickly walking up to the door before knocking a few times, his friends trailing close behind.

...

silence fills the house, a sense of dread overcoming the 3 friends sitting around the table.

"...is someone at the door?" yellow guy finally asks, hesitating for a moment.

after another second of silence red guy gets up and walks towards the door, slowly placing his hand on the door handle.

*creeaaak*

the sound of the pouring rain fills the house, followed by the strange bugs voice. "ah, hello, my soon-to-be-friend, my name is bugbo. mind if we stay for a bit?" he asks, gesturing slightly to his friends.

"uhh.. come in" red guy responds, clearly not knowing what to say, but allowing the odd group into the house.

despite all the things they have seen, this "bugbo" creature and his friends seem to be the strangest, but nonetheless they were glad to see someone other then one of the self proclaimed "teachers".

as gerbo stepped into the house, he shoke the water off slightly like a dog. "hello! my name is gerbo!"

"and what are you? some sort of germ?" duck responded, glaring at gerbo.

"ah, easy mistake to make, my dear friend gerbo here is a spider." bugbo corrected, making uncomfortable eye-contact with duck.

"well, uh, do you need a towel or.. something?" red guy asked, after only barely talking to the same 2 people for as long as he could remember his social kills were clearly lacking.

gradient joe glanced towards bugbo, still unable to communicate, bugbo picking up on what he wanted as it was very obvious as he was still drenched.

"Oh, yes, do you happen to have a spare notebook as well? Joe here cant talk and his is soaked beyond repair" bugbo asked, causing them to somehow go even more awkwardly silent as before.

"is everything o-" Gerbo responded after a moment, before being quickly interrupted by a voice coming from the room next to them. They couldn't quite make out what it was saying because of the distance.

"oh, thats just one of those guys, ignore it" duck said, speaking louder then normal in an attempt at covering the voice, clearly annoyed.

"ill.. go get you a towel then. or. a few towels i guess." red guy added, walking off further into the house. as red guy walked away yellow guy looked up from what he was doing.

"oh, hello" he said, slightly off-put from seeing unfamiliar people.. or, bugs, i guess.

"hello!" gerbo, not picking up on his uneasiness, walked over to him "what are you doing? can i watch?"

"oh, im doing a crossword" yellow guy responded, pointing to a section on the newspaper.

"i bet bugbo would be good at one of those! he knows so many words" gerbo smiled, sometimes bugbo would use a word he'd never heard before but he could usually figure it out through context.

"I suppose i would be, may i see the paper?" bugbo said, walking up to the table aswell. yellow guy handed over the newspaper, flipping it over to face bugbo who looked at it for a moment before shaking his head.

"hm. not for me i guess" he said before turning over to joe."why dont you give it a try?"

joe stopped shivering and walked over to the table beside bugbo, pulling out his red crayon. bugbo slide the paper towards him as he pulled up his sleeves as to not get the paper wet.

after just a minute he had solved the crossword, amazing almost everyone in the room.

"You really are the cleverest person i know" bugbo said.

"woah!! that was so fast!" gerbo quickly added.

the excitement in the room washed over duck, whos attention was focused on the fact that bugbo and his friends were just like better versions of him and his friends.

Bugbo and red guy were both tall, and almost the same color, but bugbo was more outgoing.

Gerbo and yellow guy were both a little dumb, and a similar color yet again, but gerbo seemed to be having tons fun despite everything.

and lastly, joe and duck, they didnt have to many similarities but instead were more like opposites. joe was quiet and went along with anything, while duck was loud and rebelled at any chance possible.

its almost like they took their biggest flaws and flipped them into strengths.

the worst part is how good of friends they were.

duck was sure they were planted there to teach them something, like the many teachers before them. just as he was about to say something, red guy returned with a handful of towels.

"ah, i almost forgot" bugbo said, taking the towels and handing them to gerbo and joe, both of them quickly starting to dry themselves as they were not used to being wet, it doesn't rain much in bugland.

"one more thing, do you have a heater? its quite cold in here" bugbo asked, while clearly being unbothered by the frigid temperature.

the group expectantly turned to the thermostat, who followed along by coming to life. "te-!"

"no"

just as it came to life, the thermostat turned back to normal, just from the single word. it was then turned up, slowly warming the house back up to a normal heat.

"h- how did you.." red guy started, before trailing off.

"we dont have time for that" bugbo responded, clearly unnerving them again, and only confirming ducks theory.

their gaze slowly traveled up to the clock on the wall, but it stayed put, as a normal clock should.

"are you guys.. okay?" gerbo asked, finally noticing the ever so cuttable tension in the room. "we can leave if you want!"

"no, gerbo, you dont want to get soaked again, do you?" bugbo said, "and plus, i think we might be able to help"

"we dont want your help!" duck responded, "i dont want to get roped into another stupid lesson again! im tired of this!"

"well, thats not a very kind thing to say" bugbo said, somehow keeping his calm demeaner. "but if thats how you want it to be, we will be out of your hair as soon as the rain clears up"

"wait" yellow guy spoke up.

maybe these guys where different then the other teachers? plus, they didnt immediately overwhelm them with facts that didnt make any sense, so maybe it was a chance that needed to be taken.

"can you show me how to do this crossword too?"

or... not.

Joe helped with the crossword as the rain slowly cleared up, and they were on their way as promised, leaving the towels nicely folded on the table.

this is a photo of me reading the fanfic outloud to you, hope you enjoyed!

[joethehoeee]

The light of the sun slowly erased from the sky as the dark of the night took it's place. The leaves on the trees rustle softly as a cold breeze swirled around them. Fireflys dance around the a dark figure, sitting on the edge of a cliff. The fresh air filled the changelings nostrils, it was nothing like the smoke and dust of the city that they once called home. His golden glowing eyes gace over the edge of the cliff, silently watching the lights of the city darken, one by one. His sharp eyes could see fire and some small smoke clouds that flew over the buildings just to erase in the dark sky.

Suddenly the feeling of a warm and soft hand spread over his shoulder, his gaze flew upwards, towards the red-headed angle next to him. Her beautiful blue eyes met his. "Hey." Her voice send shivers down his spine. He didn’t answer her, yet he gave her a reassuring smile. She just nods, understanding that he wasn’t in the mood to talk. She kneeled down beside him, looking over the cliff.

He watched her movement for a few seconds before his eyes let go of her mesmerizing figure. His face turned back to the city until he felt the human moving again. Before he could even look at her, her head was already comfortably placed on his left thigh. If his troll form would've allowed it then he would be completely red on his cheeks. "What are you?-" She moved a bit to make herself comfortable on him. Her back pressed against the stony floor of the cliff while she crossed her legs. Her arms folded on her stomach as she looked up at him. "I am getting comfortable."

His ears flicker slightly as he looked down at her. He moved his free leg up towards his body and used his clawed hands to hold himself from falling onto his back. The swarm of fireflys Illuminated both of them. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at the most wonderful creature that he could think of. "Do whatever you wish, my dear." His loving, still rough-sounding voice made her soft lips move upwards, even if it was just a little bit. Her mouth opened slightly. "Can...Can you just talk to you a little bit? I just need someone with me right now. Someone who listens, you don’t even need to answer." He just nods silently, changing to his broken winged-form, wich he protectivly puts around them both. Even if they couldn’t protect her from the wind anymore, he still hoped that it would at least give her the feeling of some protection.

"I...I just miss Jim so much and I thought I could tell you a few storys of him...it...it helps." The name struck through his body like a lighting, however, he tried to remain his composure. "S-sure, my dear. Whatever you need." Luckily she didn’t hear the shaky tone in his voice. She herself took a shaky breath and soon enough she begann to talk about fun adventures or sweet storys about herself with her son, trying to relive the memories. His heart sank with every word.

The time went by until the darkness had spread over what seemed to be the whole world. She talked and talked but then, she stopped in the middle of her sentence. She took a deep breath and her gace suddenly seemed so far away, as if she would be right there in this one particular memory that she was about to share. "...but nothing will ever be that wonderful as his birth." Her voice got shaky, her eyes about to tear up. "Barbara, you don’t have to tell me..." this was probably more for his sake than for her's and his ears drop as she shoke her head. "I want to...Walt."

"The feeling of holding him in my arms for the first time. God I was so happy... " She smiled sadly. "He was such a good kid. And...and the first time I fed him." She chuckles softly "I had to use a bottle because I was to tired to- uhm...you know what I mean." He couldn't help put chuckle too at the embarrassed blush that spread over her freckled face. It hurt. Not only her, but hearing this. "I loved my boy since the first time I saw him there...in my arms..."

"I swore to protect him from any harm..." Her voice cracked and her eyes started to tear up again. "I am a bad mother...I couldn't even do that one thing that I should do. Protect my child." His face consorted in pain and guilt for her and her son. "Don’t you ever say that again." His tone was almost aggressiv. He was angry. Not with her, but with himself. "Barbara you did everything you could. It wasn’t your fault!" It was mine. "How could you possibly know that the world was about to end?! Noone knew that!" I did. "Don’t blame yourself because of that... unknown monster... that...t-that used his vournurability to brutaly kill him...him, that innocent child!" Blame me. I am the monster that you should blame. I used his vournurability, his kindness...his heart.

The heart that was eaten by Gunmar. His stomach turned at the thought, at the pictures in his head. He stood there when it had happened. As Gunmar ripped through the boys chest...right trough his heart...that had still beaten for a few seconds. He sueezed his eyes shut and shoke his horned head, trying to get rid of the images that run through his brain. The phantom smell of the boy's blood pierced through his nostrils and he suddenly opened his eyes to see...his mother...wich was looking away from him...that hopefully hadn’t seen his full reaction. "Maybe...but I couldn’t even say goodbye...if I drove home earlier from work...only for that one day...then I would've arrived earlier at school...for the play...then maybe I could've-..." Her soft sobs filled the air as the tears that she had tried to hold back finally streamed down her face.

"...Barbara..." He whispered, his clawed hand sneaked to her face to cup it, his cold thumb tried to stroke her tears away. "You couldn’t know...you didn’t even knew where he was...what if...what if he in wasn’t in school...even if you would've arrived earlier in school then...then there would've been no guarantee that he would've been there. Don’t blame yourself for that, Darling."

Her head rose from his lap and her body got up from the floor to burry herself into his chest. "You are right...b-but at least you would've been there..." He sighed, holding her as she cries. "Y-yes...b-but that dosen't matter if I was there at that exact time...I am here now. That's what matters." He sighed shakily. His eyes close as his chin rested on the crown of her hair while he hold her in his arms, trying to hug the pain away. He knew he couldn't. He would only make it worse if he talks again. So he didn’t. They stayed like this. The fireflys slowly disappeare as the night devoured them into it's darkness.

The darkness that he couldn't save her from.

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Uhm...yeah

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Didn’t I mentioned that Jim's death was cruel?

Maybe this is too much-

Short reminder that he was still only 16 years old...and that toby was there as well. If you remember the episode...

You uhm can imagine what happened to him.

[anime-villian-irl]

How I feel about each mouth washing character except I am not stating my opinion about the characters but rather what I want to do to them and you have to figure out whether or not I hate them or just have that thing where you live something so much you get aggressive about it

Jimmy: I want to shoot this man with a gun so many times that his body is unrecognizable mush , I also want to dress him up in a pretty princess costume and have a tea party with said corpse

Curly: I want to latch my jaw onto this man's arm and shake him around like a dog toy , I want to rip away his flesh and naw on his bones while keeping my paw on his body so no one can take him away from me , blood is on my mouth and on his wrist and I am looking at him knowing that his definitely dead but I'm worried he'd pull away from me

Anya: I want to brush her hair and kiss her face in a cold dark room with only blue lighting in complete and utter silence , maybe some creepy music can play in the background, also her face should not move it needs to stay passive and neutral and she shall not talk even if I hit a snag in her hair and tank her head back trying to get the knot out

Swansea: baseball bat to the head ever so gently , the baseball bat is yellow , I will not stop till he stops moving and his head is caved in

Daisuke: I want this man to shoke to death on flowers with blood dripping out of his mouth and I want to be the cause of it so he can look at me with utter betrayal and hopelessness in his eyes while he tries to figure out why I would do this to him , then I want to cover his body with beautiful flowers at his funeral because I genuinely miss him even though I'm the one who killed him

[freyasigtryggrsdottir]

That Summer Love chapter 2 (Thorin x reader )

Summary: The Hobbit AU Reader broke up with Richard Armitage. She is sad, but it was the best choice for them. She went to a summer trip with her bestfriend Tauriel, to forget, relax, and to heal. She doesn't want a serious relationship far away from her home, but a cool singer sweeps her off form her feets and she needs to rethink her whole life and choose, how to live and love.

Pairings: Reader x Richard Armitage, Reader x Thorin, Tauriel x Kili

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On the second day I woke up too early, Tauriel was still asleep, so I changed my cothes and went to the hall, where Dis cleaned alone.

’’Can I help you?’’ I asked with a smile on my face. She was hard-working and gently. She helped to us a lot and asked if we need anything. And I don’t saw her to make a little rest.

’’No, Dear. Just rest, this is your holiday, but we can talk, I’m a little bored” She pointed to the big boxes. I nodded and helped her with the directions, because those boxes were like really big and heavy ’’Did you have fun last night?’’

’’Yes’’ my eyes gleamed ’’Durin’s Sons were far more the best, especially the singer. His voice is amazing and his charisma…’’

I wanted to finish what I began to say, but a familiar face stepped into the hall and I froze. It was the singer. He wore red tunic and black pants. My heart began to beat faster and my body wanted him. No way…a man…I never spoke with him and my body reacted to him, like a bee to a flower. I blushed and tried to cover my face.

’’Good Morning’’ he walked next to Dis ’’I have to go do to some business, but I will hurry’’ and with that he went out and left on his motorcycle. I felt his manly scent, pinetree with a little bit of lavender.

The woman giggled.

’’He is my brother, Thorin. And single’’ said happily ’’The guitarist and the drummer are my children’’ her voice became proud’’ Kili and Fili, they don’t have girlfriends too. What about you?”

’’Single, and Tauriel too. I had a not-so-good relationship with a guy, but we broke up. I tought I loved him, but I’m happier without Richard’’

’’Maybe you will fond your One here” she stroked my shoulder.

I nodded. i wanted to believe in love and soulmates, but at this moment, it was hard. Maybe the reason why I reacted to Thorin, because I was lonely and he was my type. We chatted a little bit more about school and the hotel and i went to the hotel’s private beach to watch the lake. It was calm and beutiful blue, like th singer’s eyes. I shoke my head. Maybe he is single, but a lot of girls wanted him. He was that type of guy, who can find women on his fingers easily.

’’Hi, can I sit here?”pointed next to me Kili. I nodded and he smiled ’’Btw. I’m Kili, I saw you with your beautiful friend on the live’’

’’I’m Y.N.. Nice to meet you, and my gorgeous friend is Tauriel’’

He understood that I know. Kili liked my friend and he tried to collect information about her. Tauriel was my BFF. We did almost everything together and we helped eachother a lot. She lived with her stepdad, Thranduil, and with her stepbrother, Legolas. Thranduil was the most scariest people I have ever known, he was harsh and always power-hungry. Legolas were kind, wayward and has a crush on her, but Tauriel don’t wanted him.

’’Did you liked the concert?’’ he tried to talk friends with me.

’’Yes” I smiled ’’Your uncle has the most beautiful voice, and you two, with you brother, are talented’’

’’Thank you. Durin’s Sons is just a project in the summer seasons. I really love it, but the Durin Group need us too. What about you?”

I heard about Durin Group. Its the second biggest company in the country. At that moment I understood. They worked on it, probably family members tot he owner, so they have to worked a lot, and the sumer meant relax to them, when they did what they wanted. That’s the business Thorin talked about in the morning.

’’Me and Tauriel are unversity students, we are history bechelors. She likes Middle Earth’’

He nodded and wrote to a paper. Kili clearly has deep feelings about my friend. We never talked about our ideal types. Tauriel had a few dates, but nothing serious, probably she waited to someone special.

’’My mom said you two are single’’

’’thats correct’’ I nodded.

’’We will do a little rehearsal with uncle, stay and listen”

We talked a lot about everything, when Thorin sat next to him with a guitar in his hands. He was a little cold and shy, probably because he didn’t know me.

’’Hello, I’m Thorin” he watched me with curious eyes and I almost melted.

’’She is my friend, Y.N.’’ Kili just smiled on my reaction, but I blushed again.

He will thinks I’m an idiot, if I don’t react normally, so I coughed.

’’Nice to meet you’’

Thorin nodded. Kili grabbed his instrument too and they began to play. I closed my eyes and I listened the music. It was good too, even without the drums, it was calm and peaceful. I’d listen their music forever, especially Thorin’s voice. The lyrics hit me in my heart, especially the one about the pain when you lost yourself, but you need to fight to your deams, because your loved ones stood beside you. The other was about a relationship, where the girl cheated the man, and his heart shattered into pieces. Sometimes I felt the same about Richard. He didn’t cheat me, but my heart was not okay. I felt with the song and I began to cry. They stopped the music and Kili hugged me. i was ashamed, because I barely know them and yet they saw my not so beautiful weak side, where my tears fall for a guy, who has never really loved me. I needed to forgot him and our memories.

’’Its okay’’ whispered Kili ’’I don’t know what happend with that man, but you deserve the best’’

’’Thank you and sorry’’ I wiped my tears ’’I will be okay with time’’ I smiled painfully.

Thorin nodded and gave me a paper tissue. He stared into the distance to the water and far away and I felt the rge to hug him, buti f I do, he will thinks I’m a creep, so stayed in my place and tried to pull myself together.

[sabotsen]

Hi there! First of all, your perception of Roland is absolutely impeccable. I don't generally read fics as they tend to spoil/contradict my image of a char, but your Roland? Pure canon. In a single paragraph you are able to convey such complex images, wow. I even find myself with same longing described in a text, and it lingers. Also your signature tripple "burn"s. At this point I can recognize your work without captions. Hope you are having a good feedback! I also did not find any request closed/open status or rules so please forgive me if you don't do requests.

With that, may I take the liberty and ask for a Roland fic where we hug him? Because Re-reading Knight's longing for 3rd time and ugggh I just wanna squish him with a hug. I also thought the idea of "if you need anything — ask for it" "but no everything has to be 95 steps long and complex" is fun, but what if he does actually ask for something, and we give it to him, and it works, and he's shoked? Kinda?? Since he usually doesn't speak plain and honest, and things usually dont actually go his way. But hey he did this time and that single shot got through! It's a little bit like teaching a child to say "pass the salt please", except it's a grown man and we try to tell him not everything has to be attained through suffering and hinting, he can just ask. Or, on a different note, maybe he does not actually say it out loud but we still guess, since after so much time we know him well enough? Regardless of whatever he builds of himself, he still has some patterns he follows unknowingly in any of his instances, and those could be learned and read. I just wanted for Roland to be comforted a lil'. ;< maybe not a lil'. Maybe actually very much.

Even if this req is not to your liking, I still wish you the best with your art, thank you for your hard work! Bye have a great time 👋

I’ve had to walk laps around the room several times before I could even fathom a response to this message so forgive me if I’m incoherent in spots.

But firstly — thank you??? ( ; - ;) this is such a kind message I’m honestly really fucking humbled and at a loss for words, especially for speaking so kindly of my interpretation of him. ;;;; thank you truly for taking the time to send this, it means a lot to me. ( & I can’t help the burns repetition with him lol, the irony when your in game element is fire but you’ve long since forgotten the warmth of human kindness and contact so even the gentlest of brushes feels like scorching heat. The man is a clown)

I’ve never actually gotten a request before lol so you’re the first, hun. I’m open to ‘em, especially since they can be a way to talk to people about different hc and interpretations; I find it really fun. And I really like the view of him I see in your message. Roland blue screening is always a highlight to me tbh

it’s actually a bit ironic Knight’s Longing is the one you’re most fond of. The second part is in the works, told from Chrome’s POV about your closeness with Roland, and there is a short scene that plays off Roland’s affection line where you fall asleep against him. It’s mostly a fun experiment bc they’re just such fascinating foils. (There’s also a nutcracker inspired fic with Roland that has been in the works for a shamefully long time….)

But yes! You’re welcome to suggest ideas hun! And yours actually gave me a brain worm so consider that wip added to the fic list. I just… I either churn out 3 fics in a month or 1 fic every three months — there is no inbetween I’m so sorry….

I did draft a few lines tho based off the images I got from your message tho, so I don’t forget the emotion I want to go for (the despair of waiting for the other shoe to drop bc he can’t trust your kindness as something that isn’t attached to strings or the guillotine). I can’t promise it’ll make it to the final draft but here’s a little snip for now if that’s ok?? I gotta chew on how I want to shape the scene but I’ll toss the snip beneath a read more break. please know I’m tucking four leaf clovers in your pocket in hopes you have nothing but wonder days ahead!! ♥︎ thank you again for taking the time to talk to me ♡

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It's the weightlessness – the moment of bated breath when the stage crumbles beneath his feet and the scaffolding overhead groans as it collapses. It's the loaded silence – the millisecond between the trigger pull and the expected result in roulette. It is the corpse of every script, every scene, every line that always, always, always ends with the flourish of the guillotine. 

He feels it, scorching and molten – the seeping, slow spread of warmth like molten glass. There's a sharpness to it, biting in the way it cuts through the cold metal of him until it sinks into his wires. It burns. It burns. It burns.

The weight of your arm around his shoulder, your foolish flesh and bone hand on the small of his back, the faint brush of your breath against his temple – you're close, too close and it burns. He feels the subtle rise of your chest with each slow breath, and it's the casual defenselessness of it all that turns the heat into something boiling. It churns with all the jagged, rusted blades that have burrowed into tender places he thought lost beneath the metal. You're completely open and every single vital point flashes through his mind in an instant. How easy would it be to press a little here or cut deep enough there to bring you to your knees in blooming crimson glory? 

His hands move – too late and too early all at once – and you don't even flinch when the cold metal of his fingers wraps around the back of your neck.

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

S1 Ep6

Tell it to the frogs

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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I woke up from another nightmare that had been clouding my head all night and to my great disappoint I was still alive that's also when I felt something lying on my waste and when I opened my eyes it was an arm, decoreted with freakels...Carl's arm.  I got up slowly and held his arm over his head before dropping it and scaring the shit out of him.  "what was that!" he said looking left and right, 'next time watch where you arms are' I threw the notepad in his lap,  "oh sorry! by the way me and Shane are gonna go catch frogs if you wanna come" he asked getting up his hair all messy and handed me the notepad.  'no' "awh come on! please just this once please, please, please" he begged.  'if I go will you leave me alone' I asked and he nodded his head.  'fine' "thanks!" he said then walked out of the tent.  I followed.  "Rayne come with me we have to change those bandages" Carol said and I nodded following her into Dales RV

"That's a lovely necklace, do you believe in God?" Carol asked me and I shoke my head. "I see, well all done" she said and I nodded and walked out of the RV. "Rayne mind helping me with some laundry?" Lori asked hanging up what could only be one of Carl's boxers I was about to shake my head when someone grabbed my hand, there hands were warm, I then looked over to see Carl. "Sorry mom but I need Rayne right now!" he said then ran off still holding my hand.

"Your welcome I got your out of chores" he said and I snatched my hand away Carl then stopped in his tracks and let out an almost blood curdling scream he then turned around and ran towards Lori and the others revealing a walker eating a deer, everyone then crowded around it when it stood up but I quickly stabbed it in the head, I felt everyones horrified gazes on my back but shrugged passed it and walked back to camp

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After a while everyone came back to camp, including Daryl

I already picked up that he was a hot head, so there gonna have a fun time explaining what happened to his brother, they all then started to get physical and push against each other, acting like they had the balls to do shit

I also found out that Rick (Carl's dad), Daryl, T-dog and Glenn were going on another run to go fetch Meral, they then started talking about how the camp needs more guns and more stuff to protect it, I then got up and grabbed my notepad handing it to Daryl. 'Can I go' "hell no, your still injured and a little girl goin' into a big city full of walkers no thank you" he said and handed me a notepad back.

Worth a shot

"Dad i-i don't want you to go" Carl shuddered and but Rick didn't listen they all then said there goodbyes me Lori and Carl sat on top of a blue car watching everything go down. "Rayne? Do you know how to shot that" Lori asked pointing to my gun and I shrugged. "Is that a kinda?" she asked and I nodded. "Revolves are sick! Mom and I see it!?" Carl asked. "No Carl there not toys" Lori said and Carl let out and annoyed sigh and walked back to his tent Lori then followed after.

You really dont know how good people have it, till you don't have anything at all.

"Rayne! Come on Shane's gonna teach us how to catch frogs!" before I could even answer Carl yanked my hand and lead my towards the pond

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Carl's POV:

We had been at it for a while when me and Rayne lost the net while we were looking something tripped me and I fell into the water getting soaked I looked over at Rayne and seen that she was hiding a small smile when she looked at me she started to giggle that giggle then turned into a small laugh while she was laughing something tripped her to making her get soaked we made eye contact once again and at the same time bursted out laughing till our stomachs hurt and our faces red. "Your face is all red!" I said and she splashed me I quickly returned the favor, this turned into a huge splashing fight

Seeing Rayne smile

It felt nice, sure I didnt know anything about her but she was cold, that I did know.

I then noticed how blood was soaking through Rayne bandage. "Rayne your wound" I said and she looked down at the blood and shrugged, I honestly didn't think she cared and while I was distracted she grabbed the bucket and poured water all over me making me even more drenched we then started chasing each other, "ay!Carl" mom said, me and Rayne stopped right in our tracks. "What did I tell you about coming down here?" she asked. "But Shane said we could catch frogs" I said. "Doesn't matter what Shane says it matters what I say, now common back to camp" she said, I was disappointed this was the most fun I had since this all started and Rayne, something inside of me told me she needed this.

Raynes pov:

Do I really deserve this? The feeling of happiness, do I really deserve to have fun? After everything I caused? then the pain hit I hissed feeling the wound on my shoulder open. "Are you okay?" Carl asked trying to help me but I pushed him away and nodded, he gave me a look of sympathy, I hated that look, it made me feel weak

I am far beyond that.

Name: unknown

Nickname: Rayne

Walker kills: 3

Living kills: 2

Age: 9

[eiuvg]

some link click 2 theory /questions (after seeing s2 ep5)

first a disclaimer : i m french and young so me english will be far from perfect but i ll try my best , sorry if some things I say are not understandable

So my first theory is about li tianxi (the pink hair girl) , i think that she is not red eyes , she has a power because Qian Jin gave her a photo of the policeman , and what would she does with a photo without power ? nothing , that would be totally useless BUT , she might not be red eyes because when qiand jin gave the photo , she just look at it , like lu guang looking what s in the photo , not like CXS going into it .And that would make sense for a lot of things , like the fact that liu min killed himself so quickly , a teenager wouldnt be able to do it that easely (maybe someone who was in the police could?) .Some poeple will say "yeah maybe but it make sense that red eyes would be her because red eyes is crazy , and li tianxi could be crazy when we see her backstory" but no , she is far from crazy , at the end of ep 5 , she s juste talking to CXS , answering his question (saying her name) , and she seem really calm .She even learned to talk , which could be a sign that she didnt become crazy after her parents died , but she made her best to heal .So if she s not red eyes , who s red eyes? i dont know yet , jin qian would not make sense since he is not crazy , he is the opposite

The second thing is not rlly a theory but a question or an observation , who the f is the blue hair guy in the pink hair guy flashback ?And why does he seem so important ?And why is he cool and smiling in the flashback but shoked in the "remembering" when the pink hair guy wants to be cool like him and help his mother?

so here you can see that the fountain is on hif right , this is the flashback

he s smiling , so cool , we think that he could be a friend of pink hair guy , but why cant we see his eyes? we only see the bottom of his face

and here is the "remembering" , we see that he is shoked or disappointeed maybe? but i first thought that maybe he was out of breath or smth but no , it s not from the flashback .Why i think that? because the fountain is now on his left , and he is not in the water anymore .He has the same clothes so maybe it s right after the flashback when he got out , but if it is , he s going at the opposite of where pink hair guy is , which mean that something happened , maybe something bad i dont know , but there are so much mystery behind this flashback and this blue hair guy that i think this is something important for later

here is li tianxi , wearing a mask , but why?I think it because she got hit by her dad , right before the scene when CXS and li tianxi are talking , CXS was still in the flashback , going to help the mom , so my theory is that CXS wanted to help by defending the mom , but she got hit in the mouth ou at the bottom of her face , and that s why she is wearing a mask , and maybe why she wants to talk to CXS but that doesnt make a lot of sense to me .

Ok so third things and yes i talk a lot but there is a lot to say , Lu guang .We know pretty much nothing from him , the only things we know are : he met CXS at college , he can see in the photos (and cameras which allow him to see the other camera's pov ) , he is really mature and i ll stop a bit on this , because it s really weird that in this show they said 4-5 times that he s really mature especially for his age ?In this show , they leave some clues and when something is important they leave clues that are really easy to see or they say it a lot of times and here , they say it a lot of times .So why would they all say that he s so mature?I think that this is because he is not supposed to be , like this isnt juste that he s mature because mature teenagers exists but because there is a reason why he s mature , and my theory is that he had CXS 's power , so we know that red eyes said she/he wanted to "steal" CXS's power , and here too , they say it a lot , and made it easy to see because even the characters in the shows noticed it .And if some poeple could steal the power of other , why couldnt it be possible to give them? (And how do you steal a power? i think it s by killing the one who got them , because red eyes try to kill Lu Guang , i think it s to steal his power)So maybe Lu Guang gave the power of going in the photo to CXS , the problem is why?if he had it and could use it as he wanted , why would he give that to CXS which is someone that is impredictible ?For that i got 2 theory , the first is that CXS got a secret power that he doesnt know about but that could make him the only one who could stop red eyes because of the power of Lu Guang + his own power , the second theory is one that i ll talk about later because it s huge .So Lu Guang could be really mature because he had CXS power and used it to change the past (it could be because of what we see in first episode when CXS is bleeding and dying in LG's arms ) or to go in the past (probably in his younger body because his face is looking young )

If we think about LG s power , we know that he can see in photos but , i think he can do more , i think he can see the future , because in season 1 , when they help the old man to beat the father of the one he love , they help the old man to go upstairs , and when they get to the top , CXS say "i thought you always said to never ask about the future" , so that means Lu Guand DID see the future and told him they just had to help the old man getting to the top and the father would surrender .But there must be some condition to see it because sometimes he seem surprised so like he need a photo to see after it , maybe he need something to see the future .

Remember when i told you a had a theory i would talk about later?It s now , my theory is that Lu Guang ... is CXS .I ll explain , we know nothing about Lu Guang especially from his backstory , and the only reason he could give CXS his power is by trusting him , not by being his friend , but by being him (or i have another theory right after this one) .I think that LG is "possessed" by CXS and that s why he knew where CXS was when he met him , that s why he gave him the power because without giving him , the old CXS couldnt control him because he would not have the power of LG , this is a paradox and paradox are really common in shows that talk about tim travel .To prove you LG is CXS , you just have to see how they are showed

LG is behind a mirror and that could be two things , 1: LG is not in control of his body and this means that he s like stuck in his head seeing CXS's mind in his own mind or something like that . 2: LG is the reflection of CXS

do you see it? Yes , LG is in CXS's shadow , that could mean that LG is CXS

In S2 ending , CXS and LG are doing the same things , i think that CXS somehow went in that house for some reason we dont know , and that s why CXS (the "real" one , not the one in LG) is doing the same because what old CXS did , real CXS does too.

the painting is another theory , so i saw someone who said that the strange machine we see in the ending is from a movie that tell the story of a guy who travel time to save his wife that died , and on the painting we see a guy who made wings to go see his wife in the space (but in the coulds too , so i think that means she s dead) , and so i think what they try to explain here is maybe this guy died too , to join his wife and that s why he made his own wings .That could be the beginning of it all idk

Anyway , thanks for reading all of that , i bet it took time , but i hope you understood my theory , they are probably not right because it s only theorys and theorys and often wrong but , that would be fun if one of them was right , hope you enjoyed reading i ll do another "all my theorys" if i got some more or if i get new infos