#stating the obvious here but damn some of these takes are so dumb

[raidnae]

a lot of the so-called "inconsistent" writing for alicent is solved if people just accept the deliberate queer subtext/coding for her character. this has been the consistent since the begining of the series. alicent would be a better agent for the greens if she loved rhaenyra less. the show constantly highlights this through other characters.

Otto (dismissed in part because alicent believed rhaenyra's words over his, screaming in her face): cleave to rhaenyra and beg for her mercy

Otto (in the green council in 201 calling out alicent for preventing rhaenyra's assassination in 109): mistakes were made in the days after the king's death

aemond: alicent holds love for the enemy, that makes her a fool

aegon (after jaehaerys is killed): you wished for her life to be spared

if the leaks are true, alicent will once again make a "politically unsound" decision by keeping rhaenyra safe

alicent's enduring love for rhaenyra actively hurts her side, but it's also the one thing that has a chance of preventing the westerosi equivalent of a nuclear war. that in the end this love is not enough to save either of them is the tragedy. you may not like it but that's the story they're telling. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[aphrodites-law]

Clarke wakes up eight years in the future, where her college best friend happens to be her girlfriend. Part 5/? (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4)

It was such a beautiful day that Clarke almost felt bad they’d sit in a dark movie theater for two hours. Lexa seemed happy to just hold her hand as they walked down the street, chatting about one of the business projects she was working on. 

Clarke knew questions about Lexa’s work were like flirting with danger. There was no way Other Clarke didn’t already know everything about her girlfriend's career, while she could barely hold the conversation. Parks and the environment had never made her feel so dumb. Luckily, Lexa didn’t seem to notice any gaps in her knowledge — or lack thereof. 

If Clarke was still on edge about the whole situation, at least it would’ve been nice to have some advantages. Her memory being so selective was a thorn in her side. It was like she was forced to walk this future with horse-blinders on because she might break it irreparably otherwise. It was all so… careful, tailored, that Clarke was starting to reconsider her stance on dorky sci-fi. Maybe Raven had cobbled together some kind of monstrous time machine and then stored it in Lincoln’s basement. 

“Do you want Milk Duds?”

Clarke tried to refocus. They’d arrived at the concession stand of the multiplex, where  a teenager was shoveling popcorn in a paper bag. Clarke didn’t remember this theater in particular, but the buttery-sweet smell put her at ease. Lexa and her went to the movies whenever they could, treating themselves to sweets. It was familiar territory for once — there was nothing to worry about. 

“No, you always hoard them,” Clarke replied mindlessly. 

“Do not,” Lexa protested. “You just take forever to eat them.”

“You have to suck the chocolate first.”

“Here we go.” 

“What kind of person just bites into them right away?!” 

“I don’t know you and I don’t hear you.”

Clarke grinned, finding it so much easier to fall into their banter than more serious exchanges. When the teen set their popcorn on the counter, she reached for her purse to pay but heard a snort and the smooth swipe of Lexa’s credit card.

“Yeah, right,” Lexa said. 

They made their way down the hall toward their screen. 

“So I can’t pay for my own food at 30?” Clarke teased. 

“Not the day of, grandma.” 

“Wow, look who’s talking now.” 

Lexa pinched her ass so fast that Clarke let out a startled gasp. 

—

It was a coming of age story on the raunchy side, with loud scenes and moody visuals in nightclubs and college dorms. Clarke felt completely disconnected from the story, knowing she would forget it soon. The more obvious reason was that they were done with the popcorn and now Lexa had her hand on her bare thigh. 

She wasn’t even… doing anything, but it was there, and Clarke didn’t care about any character or any damn plot point because her best friend’s fingers were touching her skin. She could admit that much. 

The real mistake had been comparing how Lexa and her usually acted at the movies. Sitting next to each other, sharing food or candy, but never… touching with purpose. Inevitably, Clarke wondered how she would’ve reacted if her Lexa had ever attempted this. If she’d held her hand and made no move to let go. Clarke wanted to believe she would’ve been effortlessly cool about it, but her current state showed otherwise. 

Breathing was a tall order and her hands felt clammy. There was no one behind them at least.

“Lexa…” she whispered, glancing at her. 

Lexa had a small smile but seemed otherwise focused on the movie. Her hand inched up higher, beneath her dress, and then stilled again. 

In the cover of darkness, Clarke realized her assumption she’d be safe from her own desires was a joke. The secluded but still public space made it worse – forbidden in the kind of way that made her ache. Now it made sense why Lexa had responded so positively to her movie suggestion. 

From the way her body was reacting, Other Clarke clearly had a fantasy for this type of situation, and Clarke had tapped right into it. Which was unfair, because how could she know she enjoyed this before she even knew it! 

“Fuck,” she cursed, her fingers digging into the armrest. With her free hand she reached for Lexa’s wrist, a weak attempt to stop her.

“Lexa,” she repeated quietly. “What are you doing?”

Lexa drew small circles on Clarke’s skin, like an apology. Only it wasn’t. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmured a few seconds later. “Sit back.”

There was… no way. Clarke couldn’t. She couldn’t. But her heart had started pounding and the heat in the pit of her stomach felt unbearable. She knew this feeling but never this intense. There was no scenario where she didn’t take care of this. And to Lexa, there was no scenario where she didn’t care of this. 

Which was exactly why Clarke needed to choose her next words carefully: “Not here,” she pleaded, and then: “I’ll be too loud.” 

It had the effect Clarke had hoped for. Lexa lost all semblance of control and looked at her, her mouth parted open and her expression unreadable. Yet in the dark room, Clarke could still see the change in her. Could feel how her hand’s soft touch turned into a possessive grip. Fingers pressing into flesh, then her thumb rubbing against the spot as if she worried she’d hurt her. 

Lexa was quiet for a beat, then cleared her throat and gathered their belongings. “Come on.”

She’d entwined their hands without Clarke even realizing it, or maybe it was her who’d reached out first. Clarke wasn’t sure she could tell left from right anymore, or if she could even walk to wherever it was Lexa was taking her. They left the room discreetly, but the lights in the hall did nothing to snap Clarke out of her mounting desire. 

It felt like the fight had been lost the moment she’d suggested they go slow. Slow had meant eventually, and with Lexa, eventually seemed to only take a few hours. 

—

The restroom was miraculously empty for now, but the toilet stall Lexa had dragged her in was a tighter space than expected. Clarke felt a thrill.

Lexa pressed her against the door with little restraint, hand cupping her cheek as she kissed her deeply.

Clarke pulled back and looked into her eyes, knowing she didn’t want to stop her. It wasn’t just how her body reacted to Lexa’s hands or mouth. Wherever they were, from the comfort of their apartment to the cramped confines of this stall, she felt home. Home with Lexa. Attuned to her touch, her smell and her taste. The most mind-bending, confusing event of her life was happening, yet she felt safe. Tethered to this new life as if it was her own. Or could be, at least. 

Lexa rubbed their noses together. “Breathe,” she whispered. 

Clarke tangled her fingers in her hair. “I’m okay. Just wondering… why the toilet is the romantic setup I get.”

“What do you mean?” Lexa replied with a smirk. “You love traditions.”

“Tradi-”

Lexa kissed her again, her full lips like warm velvet against hers. She kissed her until it almost felt silly that was all they were doing, and really, Clarke was sick of fighting this. She reached for Lexa’s hands and brought them to her breasts, where Lexa needed no further instruction to palm them. 

“Fuck, Clarke, I can’t do the whole slow thing anymore.”

“You can’t?” Clarke repeated pointlessly, too lost in the feeling of Lexa’s hands on her body. 

“It’s your birthday,” Lexa said against her neck, inhaling when Clarke tilted her head to the side. “And I have so many presents to give.”

Her hands went down to her waist, her ass, and then pushed her dress up. She never looked away from her, smile growing as Clarke’s eyes darkened. 

“Lexa…” 

It was all she could find to say. Just the name of the woman in all her thoughts. She felt so needy; a need to connect with Lexa in all the ways they never did in her time. She pulled her close and kissed her, chasing her tongue. When Lexa moaned, she was reminded of what she’d told her earlier – how her kisses felt different. Clarke thought, good, let them be different. Let Lexa be surprised too. It was only fair. 

Lexa’s hand was beneath lace in a matter of seconds, fingers finally pressing against her. 

“Oh, god,” Clarke breathed out, knees buckling. 

“I’ve got you,” Lexa promised, firmly holding her thigh up with her other hand. 

When she entered her, Clarke’s body felt so overcome with pleasure she briefly worried she’d come on the spot.

“So wet,” Lexa husked in her ear. “I wish I could get on my knees. But not yet.”

Fuck. Clarke closed her eyes, thankful for the small mercy. She wouldn’t have been able to stop Lexa from licking into her if she wanted. Not even for a second. She could only focus on her fingers filling her, harder and faster with every moan that slipped out of her. 

Lexa took her quickly, like she worried someone would rob them of this moment if she didn't. Or couldn't wait to see her fall apart. Her eyes never looked away and her skin had a slight shine under the harsh light. She’d never looked more confident; more beautiful. And Clarke felt attractive too, though… with her tits nearly out of her dress, her leg hooked around Lexa’s waist and her fingers buried deep inside her, she should’ve felt dirty. And well, she did, but not in a way where she’d later feel empty. Where she’d be reminded she was someone you had fun with, but that was all. Lexa made her feel like a fucking bombshell. Was showing her that they were on the same page in every facet of this relationship.

Clarke wanted to last longer but couldn’t, needing release like she needed air. It hit her hard, just as Lexa found a different spot and adjusted her angle, because of course she knew every inch of her body. She muffled her moans in Lexa’s top, though she doubted it helped.

Lexa pressed small, tender kisses on her neck while she rubbed her clit in tight circles, whispering I love yous between Clarke’s sighs. For a moment they simply came down the same euphoric wave together, not in a rush to find the world again. When she finally pulled out, Clarke whined in protest. She couldn’t get enough, now wanting nothing more than to make Lexa feel the same. 

She’d crossed the line, and there was no part of her that wanted to go back. 

[mymoodwriting]

Disconnected

Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Yelling, Manipulation, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Mentions of Genocide, Mentions of Murder, Threats, Biting, Blood, Kidnapping

Words: 3.2K

Chapter Five

(Prev//Next) (@peanutpinet @starillusion13)

Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren’t supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn’t deny the fact they had found one.

“Why did you lie?”

“Jumping to conclusions, aren’t we?”

One of the witches at the table stood and came over to greet Suho. Neither was one to shake hands, so the witch offered a slight bow.

“I’m Jinki, leader of this coven, and these four are my consultants. We’re the elders here, and I hope the journey here wasn’t troublesome.”

“No.”

“Good. Now, we’ve welcomed you, but you come here with accusations.”

“Am I wrong?” Suho questioned. “Are your familiars not omegas?”

“Not all of them. So, we’re here to have a conversation.”

Jinki made his way back over to the table, summoning forth some chairs in case the others wanted to sit. This could take a while.

“You seem upset.” Jinki noted. “Why is that?”

“Because you witches lied to us. This whole time you’ve kept omegas alive and hidden from us.”

“What exactly did we lie about? Your ancestors wanted omegas removed from your pack dynamics, and so they were.”

“Then why do they still exist?”

One of the other witches burst out laughing, prompting another to do the same. It certainly added to the tension in the room.

“Is something funny?” Jeno growled.

“You guys are so dumb.” The laughing witch commented. “You really think we’re in the wrong here? That you’re the victim?”

“Kibum, that’s enough.” Jinki said. “You too, Taemin.”

“You know I’m not wrong.” Kibum countered. “The werewolves are the monsters.”

“Excuse me?” Ten spoke. “You wanna say that again.”

“This is supposed to be a civilized conversation.” Suho reminded. “Let’s not start a fight. We are guests here.”

“They started it.”

“I don’t care. In case you forgot we are in a witches coven, they outnumber us.”

“Apologies.” Jinki commented. “They’re usually better behaved, but their comments are not wrong.”

“Is that so?”

“Amuse me. What are the details of our treaty?”

“My ancestors wiped out the abomination that was vampires.” Suho explained. “To help the witches restore balance to nature. In return we were granted power by eliminating our weakest link, omegas.”

“Correct. Now tell me, when was the last time an omega was born into your packs?”

“Omegas aren’t part of our packs anymore.”

“Precisely. If it hadn’t been for this little incident, you’d be continuing your lives none the wiser to the fact omegas are alive. Outside your little pack members, no other werewolf knows omegas exist. It’d be no trouble at all to wipe all your memories right now and return you to your pack.”

“Don’t you fucken dare.” Taeyong yelled. “You can’t pretend you’re not guilty here!”

“Taeyong, isn’t it? My witch informed me of you, the one who’s very possessive of the omega. If I’m being honest with you I could have wiped your memories the second you set foot into my coven.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Out of respect to Suho I figured a conversation would be far more beneficial. As much as you don’t want to hear it, you fail to see your fault in this.”

“Then enlighten us.”

“Your ancestors committed genocide.” One of the witches stated. “Not just once, but twice.”

“Damn, Minho.” Taemin commented. “Straight to the point.”

“It’s stupid to ignore the obvious. There is a natural order to things, a balance to maintain. Of course vampires, being undead creatures that feed on the living, go against that order. To eliminate them all was to restore balance, and then your ancestors turn around looking to break it once more.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Suho asked. “My ancestors did you a favor.”

“One we did not ask for, but payment had to be given, didn’t it? Your ancestors just wanted power and they were blinded by it that they didn’t realize what the consequences of their actions would be.”

“We’re living just fine.” Ten mentioned. “So no need to worry about us.”

“Are you now?” Kibum teased. “Tell me, do you have a mate?”

“What?”

“It’s not something you werewolves partake in anymore, is it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, your soulmate, the person you feel inexplicably drawn to, who’s very scent calls to you. The one you mark with your bite, binding your souls together. Does none of that sound familiar? I bet not.”

“Your point?”

“Balance.” The last witch spoke. “Alpha, beta, and omega, the dynamic between the three maintains balance. So if you remove one, it’s all thrown off. From what everyone has seen you werewolves have surely grown in strength, but you’re far more vicious and heartless than your ancestors. So to come here and complain about your choices, it’s pathetic.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you just keep insulting us.”

“Jonghyun isn’t wrong.” Taemin added. “You wanted omegas gone, and they are.”

“You’re still lying.”

“You got what you wanted, even if it was such a ridiculous request. My ancestors knew that balance had to be maintained, and so they did just that. Omegas were removed from your packs, but kept alive. That way the natural order stayed in place, or at least well enough not to cause issues.”

“And then you kept them to yourselves.” Taeyong spat. “Like slaves. Denying them their own identities and-”

“Your ancestors slaughtered omegas!” Minho yelled. “Tore them to pieces once the magic was complete. My ancestors barely managed to save a handful for the sake of balance! You had no problem removing omegas back then, forgetting about them and moving on, and now that you discover they’re alive, all of a sudden you care for them again? When you were the ones who threw them away in the first place?”

“My kind may not be completely innocent here but you’re the ones who’ve been lying and manipulating us this whole time! You took advantage of the treaty!”

“Everyone calm down.” Jinki cut in. “Please. What happened in the past is between our ancestors, we’re only here to discuss current events. As for what was said, it’s never been our intention to take advantage of omegas, but to care for them. Despite all this, both parties have held up their end of the agreement. Your packs don’t have to deal with omegas anymore, so it’s in your best interest to let this go. Let her go.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Being back home was great, and you hadn’t even realized how much you missed it. There was a lot you needed to catch up with, but it wasn’t long before you realized you weren’t entirely alone. Seokmin noticed eyes on you, seeing two others watching. You thought maybe it was one of the witches, but you were quite surprised to see Xiaojun and Yuta. Before the other two jumped to conclusions you explained to them.

“Easy, those two are part of the pack that looked after me.”

Without invitation they got closer, probably cause they overheard you vaguely mention them. Of course both Seokmin and Jun got a little protective, stepping in front of you.

“It’s alright, they’re not going to do anything.”

“Are you alright, y/n?” Xiaojun asked. “You kinda just ran off.”

“I’m fine, just wanted to see my friends again.”

“So you two are werewolves?” Seokmin questioned.

“Yeah, why? Is there a problem?”

“No, it’s just not common to see werewolves around witches.”

“Well we’re not used to seeing wolves as familiars.” Yuta added. “Witches tend to use other creatures, so it makes me wonder.”

“We’re just as capable as anyone else.” Jun mentioned. “No need to look down on us.”

“I wasn’t, I swear. I’m just curious about the whole familiar thing. We’re not so different, so I’m just thinking out loud.”

“I guess y/n didn’t say much on the matter.”

“No she didn’t.”

“It’s not like I wanted to talk about that stuff.” You said. “It was already weird being with a pack of werewolves.”

“What’s it like?” Xiaojun asked. “Being a familiar and all that.”

“I’m not sure I understand the question.” Seokmin asked.

“I wanna know how you wound up here.”

“Xiaojun.” You hissed.

“I’m genuinely asking.”

“Well there’s not much to tell.” Seokmin continued. “We’re taken young and given to our master. We bond and grow up together. For most of our youth we remain as a wolf until we are old enough to be given a more human form. We learn to walk and talk, and begin to learn about the world around us and its history.”

“And what exactly do you as a familiar?”

“We help our master in any way we can. We learn to fight so we can protect them, and are taught about magic so we better understand those around us.”

“So you’re like a bodyguard?”

“Not quite. Witches don’t tend to leave the coven. I’d say we’re more like a connection to nature for our masters.”

“You sound more like pets than anything else.” Yuta commented.

“Yuta!”

“What? It’s true.”

“We’re not just pets.” You stated. “We’re important companions to our masters and a source of strength. We owe them our lives and are happy to serve. I’m glad I’m home with my master.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t want to go back to your pack if that’s what you’re insinuating.” 

“Well it’s not up to us right now, is it?”

“If you think my master is gonna hand me over to you, then you’re crazy.”

“Woah, woah, what the hell are you talking about?” Seokmin pulled you closer to him. “What do you mean hand you over? What happened?”

“It’s nothing…”

“Y/n, as your mate it’s my job to protect you, and I can’t do that if you don’t tell me everything that is going on.”

“Mate?” Xiaojun questioned. “Werewolves don’t mate with each other anymore, let alone an omega.”

“Omega?”

“Xiaojun, shut up!”

“Y/n, what is he talking about?” Jun wondered. “What’s this about omegas, they don’t exist anymore.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Y/n.”

Jun’s sharp gaze and tone made you whimper, causing your ears to drop. The last thing you wanted to do was lie to your friends.

“The werewolves think I’m an omega…”

“You are.” Yuta corrected. “That witch admitted it. These two are the same.”

“That’s not true! It’s not…”

“I don’t care what’s true or not anymore.” Seokmin cut in. “You two can go back to your alpha or whatever and leave us alone. I’ve had enough of you.”

“Y/n is not leaving our sight.” Xiaojun stated.

“Fuck off.”

Seokmin tried to pull you away from the scene, but Xiaojun quickly grabbed your arm and yanked you back. Next thing you knew Xiaojun and Seokmin were growling at each other.

“Let go!”

“I don’t care if you think you’re her mate or something.” Xiaojun snapped. “She stays with us.”

“Please don’t fight.” You whimpered. “Or we’ll all be in trouble.”

“Y/n, you may think this is your home, but it’s not.” Yuta said. “Not for them either. You belong with us, in a pack, not as a familiar.”

“I should get to choose for myself, shouldn’t I? You guys were all about giving me a choice when it seemed like I would stay with you, but now you want to take that away? I don’t want to be an omega, and I don’t want to be in your pack!”

“Everybody just stop.” Jun cut in. “We can talk in circles but clearly our elders are speaking on whatever matter this is, am I right?”

“Yeah.” Yuta admitted. “They are.”

“Then let’s wait to see what happens on their end before we do anything.”

Xiaojun let you go, and Seokmin pulled you into his arms. He was still glaring at the other two but for now you all had to behave yourself. It was hard for Yuta to see you in someone else’s arms as he wanted nothing more than to rip you away from them. None of this felt right.

♥♥♥♥♥

“I understand you’ve gotten very attached to her, but she will not be leaving here with you.”

“And I’m just supposed to leave her here with you?” Taeyong spat. “Where you deny her true nature and use her.”

“You’re crossing the line.”

“Am I? When I removed that mark on her she was free to be her true self. Her scent was that of an omegas, she went into heat and we took care of her, she recognized her alpha, she-”

“Did she like it?” Kibum asked. “Seungcheol, I presume you told her what she is, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And how did she take that?”

“She denied it and wanted to come home.”

“So it seems she has no interest in your pack. Shouldn’t you respect her choice?”

“Is it really a choice when you’ve raised her with lies?”

“That is for her own protection!”

“Kibum, calm down.” Minho said. “Truth is I’m grateful that she was found by you. Another pack may not have discovered what she is, but even then all you had in mind were good intentions. It’s nice to know that not all werewolves these days hate omegas, but that is still not reason enough for her to go with you.”

“Why not?” Johnny questioned. “Like you said, we’ve looked after her. We’re capable of-”

“You can’t mate with her, or bond, or anything. You may have been affected by her heat as a result of lingering ties, but you certainly can’t get her pregnant. Omegas were removed from your packs, and the bond you share with each other is not able to include her.”

“Then put her back.” Taeyong suggested. “You can undo what you’ve done.”

“It doesn’t work that way.” Jinki spoke up. “Powerful magic removed omegas, so you’d need the same, if not more, power to return them. Even then, it’s an all or nothing situation. I understand you have no issue here, but what about the rest of your kind? If omegas suddenly reappear are you so sure they won’t be killed? Not to mention this goes against the treaty. Such actions without consulting all werewolves could lead to war, and omegas will lose the most.”

“Finding out you lied will do the same.”

“To be honest with you, even if I could return omegas to you right now, even if it was only her, I wouldn’t. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Your kind have become brutal creatures, and I don’t trust you to take care of an omega. Your people betrayed them once, I don’t trust that they won’t do it again. So by now I think you understand this conversation has just been a courtesy.”

“Courtesy? For what?”

“Suho, being the elder here, I’m sure you understand how this has to end. It would be no trouble to wipe the memories of your pack mates to make this all much easier. Of course the omega in question will also forget the events that have transpired. And I say all this as it is a means of keeping the peace.”

“You can’t-”

“That’s enough, Taeyong.”

“Suho!”

“Enough.”

Taeyong glanced between Suho and Jinki, realizing they had come to their conclusion. He couldn’t believe any of this, and didn’t want to hear anything more. He left the room, and soon enough the others did the same. Suho sighed when that happened.

“Apologies.”

“It’s not your fault. This is a very unique situation. My proposal still stands. I’m sure you know what’s best.”

“I do. Although I still need to discuss with my partner if that’s alright.”

“Of course. As long as this stays among us for now there should be no issue.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Taeyong couldn’t believe what the elders had been talking about, feeling that everything had been pointless. He had to find you, so he went off the way you did before. Your scent was long faded, but he could easily track his own members. It wasn’t long before he saw them with you and two other individuals.

“Y/n.”

When you heard your name you looked around, kinda surprised to see Taeyong. As soon as you locked eyes he stormed over to you. He didn’t care to ask about Seokmin or Jun, just grabbing your arm and yanking you towards him.

“We need to talk. In private.”

“Who the hell are you?” Seokmin asked.

“Her alpha.”

“Taeyong!”

“Come on.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you!”

“No, no, no, wait!” 

You managed to hold your ground. You didn’t want a fight breaking out, especially now that the others had shown up. Seokmin and Jun would be outnumbered, but even then you didn’t want other witches to get involved.

 “Seokmin, I’m just gonna go talk to him for a few minutes and then be right back, okay?”

“I don’t trust him.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Y/n.”

“Please. I’ll be right back.”

“Five minutes.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

From there Taeyong pulled you along, dragging you into the forest around the coven village. You kept quiet until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Taeyong…”

“How do you feel about the pack?”

“Uh… I… I’m happy I met you, and grateful that you looked after me but… I’m home, this is home for me.”

“Do you know what the elders talked about? They intend to wipe your memories about us, and we’ll forget you too.”

“What…”

“They can’t do this.”

“Taeyong, the elders… what they say…”

“Are you okay with this?”

“I trust my master. If this is what is supposed to happen then I’m not gonna fight.”

“Y/n, you can’t just submit to-”

“We won’t even remember each other. There’s no point arguing now.”

“They’re gonna wipe out memories?”

Both you and Taeyong looked over to see Yuta. Without realizing he had followed you and was listening in to the conversation. Now that he knew what the others had planned he came over and grabbed you.

“Is that true? You’re just gonna forget us? After everything?”

“This is out of your hands, Yuta.”

“You can’t just leave like that. You’re one of us.”

“I’m not part of your pack.”

“Then I’ll make you.”

“Huh?”

You didn’t understand what Yuta was talking about, not until he sunk his fangs into your shoulder. A scream ripped from your throat and you managed the strength to shove Yuta off of you. Along with the pain your vision was starting to get blurry. You stumbled back a few steps before collapsing to the floor. The world was spinning around you and slowly fading to black.

“Yuta! What did you do!?”

“I… I don’t know… something just told me to bite her… and… is she gonna die?”

“Not if I have a say in it.”

Taeyong checked on you, seeing that you were barely conscious. Thankfully the scream only caught the attention of the rest of his pack mates and no one else. They rushed over, quickly questioning the scene.

“What do we do?” Xiaojun asked. “The witches-”

“We can’t tell them.” Taeyong stated. “And we can’t stay here either, we need to leave.”

“Leave?” Ten questioned. “How are we gonna do that without having the whole coven after us? Where would we even go?”

“I have an idea, but I need you to call the others. There’s a spell I’m gonna have to use.”

“Taeyong-”

“Trust me. She’s my omega, and I will take care of her just as I will take care of my pack.”

[pluage-docters-go-brrrrrr]

Very out of character thing I made, might as well be it's own au. Very dumb and very stupid. Dumb and dumber type shit.

Word count: unknown.

Author: me

Summary: Megatron and Ratchet make a very chaotic youtube video together that ends in disaster, which is then sumerized by a random unknown narrator who is somewhat unreliable.

Look, I don't watch cooking videos. I like my food pre-prepared or fast. But for some reason the youtube algorithm thought it would be fun to show me a cooking video. It was called "Making a snack to eat while your frenemy sends their bf to kill their haters." With two robots on the thumbnail in a kitchen. A tall silver one trying to work a microwave oven, and a smaller white and orange one making a bruise with make up.

Now I know what your thinking, what the fuck, why is this a thing. Well I'm here to tell you that that thought never leaves the whole damn video. The video starts with the tall silver one standing next to the small white and orange one, who is white and red right now, staring unnervingly at the camera. He changes color throughout the video. Noone knows what color he actually is.

"Greatings humans, it is I Lord Megatron and today we are doing something different." The silver one, Megatron, opens. "Instead of the Huckleberry Finn review you were promised because the autobot medic here has someone who needs to die and I want to watch. But it would be boring with out a snack so I'm making an oreo mug cake. Isn't that right doctor?"

The white nodds at the camera and smiles awkwardly. It is very obvious he doesn't know what he's doing. "Your support to talk." Megatron tells him.

"I'm sorry but booktok doesn't pay my bills, the United States government does." The doctor says angerly.

"I don't do booktok!! I review books that these flesh-bags call classics! And you wanted to do this!" The silver robot points an accusing Tallon at his companion.

"I didn't think it would be awkward! Honestly you would think they would make cameras less soulless." The doctor complains looking away placing his hands on his hips.

"IT'S NEON PINK!" Megatron yells starting a yelling match.

"THE LENSE ISN'T!"

"THEN DON'T LOOK AT THE LENSE!"

"THEN THE VIDEO WILL LOOK WEIRD!" That ends the yelling and starts the first fight of the video. A video that is a hour and a half long.

Megatron starts it by punching the medic in the face, knocking him to the ground. Then said medic pounces on the silver robot, attaching himself to his back and starts throwing punches. It takes three tries before he is flung off. Falling to the floor the white robot's hands turn to blades and he stabs the silver one, making him roar in pain. He then picks him up by his head his finger knives making dents that are leaking, a strange blue liquid.

The autobot then opens his eyes and points, "Are those new mugs?" He ask like his head isn't being held in a vice grip.

He is instantly dropped and Megateon holds up the various colored mugs, "Yes they are, thank you for pointing them out." The silver one says graciously, his fingers now covered in blue. "I got them because Soundwave didn't want me to use his mugs." He shows them to the camera, "We have a red one, a blue one, a pink one, my favorite the purple one-"

"Probably because it looks like dark energon." The medic says sassily. Holding his head.

He gets a side eye from Megatron, "Ratchet, you know it is not that. It's because purple is my favorite color, you know that. Anyways, we have a green one, a yellow one, a white one, a black one, and lastly an orange one." Megatron puts down the mugs and pulls out a microwave oven and a cook book, along with some oreos.

"Doctor why don't you show the people your set up." He ask. Ratchet then gets out a make up mirror, eye shadow, blush, and other make up related things along with a computer.

"I'm going to use these to fake a bruise to get Ultra Magnus in trouble and hopefully have Optimus kill him." Ratchet says putting his materials on the other end of the counter near the sink.

"Why do you need Prime to kill his second in command, doctor?" Megatron asked in the fakest voice on the planet.

"Well he got me in trouble for arson, and that's one of the few things I can do for fun on this planet. So now I'm going to be crocheting durring knitting time and baking durring killing time." Ratchet responds, looking mournful of his lost time.

"You have a designated time for murder?"

"I'm stuck at base all day I need something to entertain me and if running over random people is that entertainment then so be it!"

"What type of people do you run over?"

"Oh, just random people. I ran over this one guy who was laying in the middle of the road. I mean he was losing blood at a fast rate and would've died anyway. Their was also this high-schooler with weird hair with him. It looked like a pice of stake."

They look at eachother for a bit before Megatron gets back to he video. Showing off his microwave and getting his messering spoons along woth th other ingredients. Om skipping this part because it not really that eventful. All that happens is Megatron starts making the mug cakes while Ratchet looks for tutorials on how to make bruises with makeup. They do end up fighting again, like three times over the same thing. Which is the oreos running out. Then a fourth because Megatron can't use a microwave to save his life.

They use like three boxes of normal oreos before using the fourth of July ones, which cause a verbal argument. Then when those are used up they pull out the golden oreos. Megatron sets up the mug before coming to a dilemma.

"Okay," Megatron starts, "so Soundwave got these because he doesn't know the recipe. So like what do we do with them?"

Ratchet, who is midway through a tutorial on how to make an authentic black eye and absolutely battered and worn, turns around, "just take out the cocoa powder and add more vanilla extract."

"Yeah, but how much vanilla because the original recipe calls for 1/4 teaspoon of vanilla and-" Ratchet goes up their and adds one whole teaspoon of vanilla. Which was apparently way too much because Megatron's jaw was practically on the floor.

"WHY WOULD YOU ADD THAT MUCH?!"

"YOU NEED TO MAKE UP FOR THE LACK OF FLAVOR! WE TOOK OUT THE COCOA POWDER! THAT HELPS GIVE FLAVOR!"

"COULDN'T YOU ADD LESS?"

"YOU CAN ADD LESS ON THE NEXT ONE!"

Then the fight. Ratchet punches Megatron in the face pushing him back and causing him to bite his lip. Which makes him bleed, this is the first time he bleeds in the video, unlike Ratchet who is covered in scabs. He even picked at one at some point.

Since that is clearly unacceptable Megatron punches the air out of the good doctor knowing him down and making him gasp. Ratchet gets up though and starts acting feral, hes growling and biting as Megatron tries to shove him off and shoo him away. The autobot gets on all fours at one point. They end up cooking the cake and make the reast with half as much vanilla.

Then nothing happens again. They use up all the oreos and Ratchet finishes the makeup tutorial. They quickly hide everything and set up the snacks. Conveniently They don't even have to get Ultra Magnus because he walking in as Megatron walks out of the room.

"What happened to you?" He asks, talking about all the dents scratches and scabs on the medics body and not the fake bruise, he doesn't even knkw about it since Ratchet's facing away from him.

"Nothing..." The medic says.

Now to be honest I went way to go switch my laundry so I don't know what happens next, but I do know that when I came back Magnus was getting his ass handed to him by -who I'm guessing is- Optimus Prime while Ratchet's crying on the floor and Megatron's eating the mug cakes and giving a review on each one.

Now Magnus looks worse than Ratchet, who's makeups has smeared and rolling down his face from the tears he's crying, and is getting his head bashed agenst the counter were Ratchet was doing his make up. He's just getting bodied by Optimus. Then the video cuts to just Megatron sitting in his room with a mugcake.

"So my camera died while recording, but Ultra Magnus was not killed, he was simply beaten within an inch of his life and is banned from going near the good doctor. So Knockout had to treat him. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the video, make sure to comment, subscribe, and smash that like button. I will see you in the next video."

Then a cringe 2016 outro plays and the video ends. Now, what your probably thinking is still what the fuck, why did they do that? Well, they don't even know themselves, and they never made another video like it. Honestly I don't even know why I watched it, I can't even end the summary it's that crazy. So, um, bye.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Modern Au kid fic! Platonic Aiden and Lambert (Aiden and Lambert are both 14. Geralt and Eskel are early twenties).

CW for eye trauma and injury description.

"C'mon, everyone knows you're like a god damned guard dog when it comes to your boys." Guxart pleaded.

"And you're hoping I'll extend that to your boy?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Vesemir ran his free hand over his face as he listened to the man on the other end of the line. He knew what he was getting into when he became a foster parent almost twenty years ago. However, he hadn't had any requests like this since taking Lambert in a decade ago and Guxart's kids were a whole different matter. It wasn't his fault the Dyn Marv Group Home had essentially been a sinking ship when he took it over. He was doing his best to turn things around but it was a slow process and there was no denying a good portion of the kids needed support which not many people were equipped to provide as a result of his predecessors management style, whilst a good number of the remaining kids had priors.

"Look, real talk." Guxart suddenly sounded exhausted, "He's my responsibility and for obvious reasons he can't stay here. Right now he's in a bad way, physically and mentally. I need to put him with someone I can trust won't take advantage of that. I need to know he's in safe hands. Please, Ves."

Vesemir sighed. He really hoped he wasn't going to regret this, "When can we expect him?"

"Any idea what this is about?" Eskel asked as he slouched on the old sagging couch.

Geralt shrugged and gave a grunt as he replied to a text (probably Yen), "Group text. I got the same information you did."

"Ass." Eskel gave his brother a playful swat.

"Alright you two." Vesemir emerged from the kitchen carrying three sodas, "I'll fill Lambert in when he gets back from school, but there's some details I'd rather he not know right away."

"Sounds serious." Eskel said, both he and Geralt leaning forwards in their seats to show they were listening.

Vesemir nodded, "Guxart called me. We've got an emergency placement arriving in a couple of hours straight from hospital, lad around Lambert's age."

His adopted sons wrinkled their noses, Vesemir cut them off before they could say anything, "I know you have past issues with the Dyn Marv kids. But Guxart assured me the worst Aiden's ever been slapped with is weekend detention."

Eskel perked up, "Aiden? Lambert's Aiden? Fuck, I gave him so much shit about him being imaginary."

Vesemir shrugged, "It's possible. It's not an uncommon name though."

"So why was he in hospital and why is he coming here?" Geralt asked

"He got attacked by a group of older kids. Naturally, for his own safety he can't go back to the group home while the investigation is ongoing and Guxart didn't want to ship him across State with fresh trauma."

"For how long?"

"Depends how long the authorities take. All I know is that the ringleaders are going to be up on assault charges. Possibly even attempted murder."

"Attempted - what the fuck did they do to him?"

"I didn't want to ask over the phone, his social worker will fill us in on everything when he arrives. That being said, you two know the drill for new arrivals. Geralt, you go do a junk food run and grab some essentials while you're at it, I've got no idea what he's going to be bringing with him so just the basics for now. Eskel, give me a hand getting the spare room ready."

Lambert kicked an empty can into the gutter, scowling down at his shoes. Another day of bullshit taunts and teasing and still no word from Aiden after almost a month. He wasn't dumb, he knew Aiden would have a reason and he knew what the deal was for care kids. He'd probably been moved to a different home or something with no warning and no choice, it happened. Still, Lambert thought his friend would have at least replied one of his emails or something to let him know (Aiden didn't have a phone. He said it was more hassle than it was worth trying to prevent it from getting stolen), not just act like he didn't exist anymore. Long distance friends were a thing, right? Lambert kicked another can. Fuck it, he was done. If Aiden wanted to ghost him then two could play at that game. Fuck friends and fuck him.

"Home." He called out, nudging the door closed with his foot.

"Stop kicking the door and get in here." Vesemir called from the living room, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Fucks sake, I haven't even done anything." Lambert groaned "I've literally just walked through the door."

"I know you haven't. Stop bitching and sit down."

Lambert slumped into the room, taking in the spread of pizza, burgers, hotdogs and cake on the coffee table. That could only mean one thing, "Who's the new guy?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about, but I need you to promise you'll keep a cool head first. Ok."

Lambert shrugged.

"He got here about half an hour ago straight from the hospital. He's pretty beat up."

"Sucks for him. He got a name?"

"Aiden. About your age."

Lambert shot to his feet, "About this tall, dark hair?"

"Yes. But before you - Lambert !"

Lambert didn't hear as he charged up the stairs and down the hallway to the usually empty spare bedroom and immediately started pounding on the door, "Aiden?! "

The door cracked open and Lambert couldn't hide a wince. Vesemir wasn't kidding when he'd said Aiden was pretty beat up. The skin of his arms which wasn't covered by his t-shirt and bandages was covered in bruises. He had the fading evidence of a black eye whilst the other was covered by a patch of surgical gauze, a fresh, bright red scar poking out of the top and disappearing into his hairline. He smiled at Lambert awkwardly, "Hi."

Lambert threw his arms around him in a hug before remembering he was supposed to be mad and turning it into a light shove, "You dick! Why didn't you tell me you were in hospital?"

"I would have if I could but I was in an induced coma for two weeks and it's not like the hospital had a computer lab."

"Wait, you were in a coma."

"To give the internal shit a chance to heal. I'm all good now though. Well-" he pointed to his gauze covered eye, "Mostly."

"What happened anyway?" Lambert asked, moving into the room to sit on the bed.

"Jad and his gang jumped me. This happened when Vi decided to get a flick knife involved." Aiden moved to sit next to him, eyes on the floor and fists clenched. "They couldn't save my eye."

Lambert had never heard his friend sound so small, "Shit, Aiden."

They sat in awkward silence, Lambert not really knowing what to say after that. Luckily they were both saved by a shout of, "Boys, everything ok? If you want food I'd get down here before Geralt eats it all!"

Lambert grinned at his friend, "Hot dog eating contest?"

"You're on!"

[bubble-tea-blossom]

The Soldier and the Smuggler

Part III: Interlude - The Memory

WC: 2.9k

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Interlude between chapters told from Joel’s POV

Rating/Warnings: 18+ only. Please note this chapter includes an attempted SA. Stay safe <3

Previous chapter

Night hasn’t nearly fallen yet. The day has cooled off, and the sky is grey with pink clouds dotting the skyline. It’s almost time to go.

Joel looks over at the girl tucked in the corner, hands bound with synthetic rope in her lap, eyes closed as she pretends to sleep. Not completely, her breathing has slowed as she rests with her eyes closed, but Joel is aware that she maintains complete awareness of her surroundings. It’s a skill you learn quickly as a soldier.

Dumb kid. He thinks. Who could she have pissed off to get herself in this situation.

This situation. Joel scoffs. This situation as in him kidnapping her. Joel’s been trying to convince himself that he doesn’t feel guilty the moment she stepped out of the car. It’s bothering him, it’s not like he hasn’t kidnapped people before. But they were, well, about as far from innocent as he is. Joel is finding it hard to believe you’re anything other than just an unfortunate soul that was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. What the Fireflies would want with a low-ranking soldier that can’t seem to keep her mouth shut, is beyond him.

Whatever. He thinks and snaps his head away from you, looking instead at the ceiling. It’s not his business. Joel hasn’t cared about someone’s moral goodness before he hurts them since…since outbreak day. He learned that day innocence does nothing to keep you safe, so why should he care. He needs to get paid if he wants to survive, and therefore he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. He can’t care. That’s how he survives. Just survive.

Joel’s eyes close and he feels his heart rate lower as his body slows down. In this vulnerable state, his mind likes to bring up deeply hidden memories in this inbetween place, where he’s not dreaming, but he’s not completely conscious. He’s not in enough control to banish the memories before they can take flight.

Night memories, Joel calls them in his head.

Tonight’s is an odd one. One he hadn’t let himself think about in years. Joel doesn’t remember how long it was. It happened a long time ago. The fact that it was pitch black out doesn’t help his memory.

Back in the QZ, Joel stood in the shadows of the tiled hallway in the pitch black, abandoned mall. He was waiting for a pick up. The bag of illegal guns is still with him an hour past their allotted pick up time and now he’s getting pissed off. That balding weasel should know better than to keep him waiting. But Joel’s desperate, and so he waits there, taken for a fool because he has no other option.

If Joel had any dignity, he would have left a long time ago. The abandoned mall was no place he desired to linger. People worse than him use it as a deal spot, and Joel has no intention of bumping into any of them.

And then some idiot came along.

It’s made obvious that it’s not his contact by the footsteps; slow, careful, and light. So Joel remains in the heavy cover of darkness in his little hallway in between stores. Waiting, watching.

He can barely see them as they pass by, unaware of him.

Since it wasn’t his intended drop off, Joel waits in silence for them to keep moving. But they don’t. He listens to them move to the broken down kiosk in the center, just out of his sight. Joel felt anger stir. Dumb kid, because it had to be a kid, everyone else knew not to come in here. This mall held only nefarious intent and the people that visited were even worse.

But then they step into the center kiosk in the main hallway, light from the moon barely making its way to the figure, Joel feels another type of rage fill his chest. A paternal type he hadn’t felt in years at the sight of a young woman in this damn place. She was by herself and by the looks of her she didn’t seem the type to make drug deals in the dark, so what the hell was she doing here. Pissed off already, and now seeing this makes Joel almost step out into the light, just to yell at her. Yell at her to go home. Go back to her parents, who should be looking after her.

But he never does because he hears others approaching from the other end. The kid must hear it too, because she stands up, half in the shadows, half in the light where she’s forcing herself to be seen, despite all her instincts screaming at her to hide.

“Randy?”

The single word out of her mouth sounds through the empty hall, and Joel cringes at the sound. She sounds young, scared, obviously trying to hide her fear. Joel feels lightheaded as he’s ripped to an alternate universe where he died, and Sarah lived. His baby girl in the place of this stupid, brave kid, obviously desperate for something. Joel knew Randy, and after their first deal, Joel refused to work with him anymore.

There’s too many of them, Joel can tell right away. Whatever this kid is dealing is not anything more than a one person pick up.

“You came alone?”

Joel recognized the voice of Randy but he can’t see anyone from his hidden spot, so instead he listens. Hoping for her sake everything goes as planned. Joel hears nothing in response, only Randy’s “Good girl.” that makes Joel’s lip curl in disgust.

“Here. 100 ration cards.” The girl says, fear creeping into her voice as the sounds of Randy and whoever he brought keep coming closer. The sound of a bundle of papers hitting the ground echoes in the mall.

“I held up my end. Where’s the insulin?” She demands, authority in her voice that wasn’t there a few seconds ago. Joel’s interrogated enough people to know some sound the bravest when they’re the most terrified.

Still there’s no answer. Only the slow steps of Randy, before he hears her say “That’s close enough.”

“Oh, we’ve got a tough girl on our hands, gentlemen.” Randy’s snide comment rings through the air, with no sense of their approach ceasing. There’s a palpable drop in the air as everyone in the mall knows what’s about to happen, a sick bile taste even the unknown listener feels.

“You have no insulin, do you?” Joel can hear the slightest tremble in her voice as she speaks, before he hears Randy’s condescending tone overpower the echoes of her voice as he laughs at her.

“Mm, no. And if I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t sell it for 100 ration cards. People are willing to die for insulin these days. What are you willing to do?” Randy’s words are so low, Joel can barely hear them and he finds himself straining to hear what’s being said after; he doesn’t like where this conversation is going. But he can’t hear anything after that.

Joel’s very aware he could just walk away, none of them know he’s there, he could leave undisturbed. Go back home, find another buyer since his is obviously not coming. Joel’s never been a hero, in fact he’s actively avoided the title. This kid got herself into this mess, she can get herself out on her own. Joel’s done the same over the years, and he’s fine.

Fine. Ha, what a joke. Joel’s about as far away from fine as it gets.

And then she yells, a cry of fear that’s cracked in half when the air is pushed from her lungs. Boots scuff against the tiles, and there’s a sharp cry of pain followed by the sound of fabric being torn.

That’s when Joel steps into the light of the main hallway, sawed-off shotgun in his calloused hands. He doesn’t have to walk far, and he doesn’t even have to walk that quiet either with everyone preoccupied. Joel pumps the shotgun and aims it at whatever idiot’s head that has his back turned and fires it without warning. The headless body slumps to the ground, revealing what he’d been too engrossed in to keep watch.

Randy pinning the kid bent over the old customer service desk in the middle of the hallway, his other goon on the other side holding her hands against the table above her head, leaving her unable to do much other than strain in fear.

With the low visibility, Joel can’t see Randy’s expression that well, but the ugly bastard stays right where he is, pressed against the girl’s bare backside.

Joel pumps the shotgun again, “Step away from the girl.”

Randy just looks at him, slowly pulling his hand up from where it was hidden underneath the girl. He deliberately gropes in between her legs as he pulls his hand free. But he makes no move to step away, he stays right where he was, staring at Joel as he licks his hand clean. Joel feels his stomach burn in disgust at the move, but he remains still, shotgun pointed at Randy’s face.

“Now why would I do that.” Randy speaks finally, sounding almost bored. “We have you two to one.”

“I ain’t the one caught with my pants down.” Joel snarls. “Step away or I’ll shoot the both of you.”

Randy just stares at him. “If you shoot me, Miller,” he hisses the name, telling Joel he knows exactly who he is and that payback will be in his future, “You might hit her.”

While Joel and Randy stare at each other through the shadows, his man takes that moment to release the girl’s arms and reach for his gun at his side. Not quick enough because Joel just turns and fires at his chest, knocking him backward a few feet from the force. Randy also drops for his gun that he place on the table at the same moment, but Joel pumps his shotgun and fires a round straight through his forehead.

The two bodies slump to the ground nearly at the same moment, once Joel is sure Randy is dead, he takes quick strides over the the man squirming on the ground in his intestinal blood. The man doesn’t even get a word in to beg for his life before Joel empties the barrel in his skull. It’s a quicker death than he deserves, but he did so for the sake of their victim, so she doesn’t have to listen to the dying sounds of the the men who tried to rape her.

Joel looks up at the spot she had been forced over the table, and sees nothing. He quickly walks to the other side of the kiosk, and finds her on the ground, struggling to pull her pants up from how hard her hands shake. His first instinct is to try and help, but he stops himself, figuring his help would be unwanted.

She keeps her head down, eyes away from him, and once pants are rebuttoned, she stands up halfway and starts walking away from him without a word. Joel follows silently, hearing her swallowed sobs but not knowing what to say, as she clears the pool of blood from the dead bodies on the floor.

Joel watches in concern as the sobs she’s not allowing through start shaking her body, and all of sudden she’s clutching the cool wall desperately trying to stay on her feet. Joel finally steps closer and takes her hand, feeling a stake in his gut when she lets out a muffled cry and tries to flinch away from him but against the wall there’s nowhere to go.

Joel shushes her gently, using his calmest, least threatening voice possible, “It’s alright, ‘mnot gonna hurtcha.”

She makes no answer, still refusing to look at him, she just shudders in fear, trembling against the wall, so Joel tries to lead her to sit down.

“I think you should sit down, kid.” He urges, and he helps her slide down against the wall. Once she’s sitting on her own, he gives her her space again, taking a few steps away from her. He avoids his gaze to try and give her privacy as she gets a hold of herself.

“You hurt?” He asks into the night.

“No.” She answers in the smallest voice Joel has ever heard.

Joel turns to the girl sitting slumped over on the floor. Too many emotions rise up in his stomach, they’re like a giant rat’s nest making them untangleable to even identify one properly. So instead he blankets them all with a healthy dose of anger.

He shakes his head, “What were you thinking, dealing with somebody like that. By yourself.”

The girl just shrugs, face still hidden. Joel knows he should quit, just lead her out of the mall and send her on her way home. But he’s having a hard time letting go.

“Do you even have a weapon on you?” He continues, his accent coming out a lot more pronounced as he gets more heated.

The girl lets out a sniggered laugh through her tears, and reaches into her boot with a shaking hand to pull out a butterfly knife.

“Did a fat load of use.” She scoffs at herself.

“Maybe have it in a more accessible place next time.” He bites back.

She tries to snark back but her voice is too shaky to hold any venom, “I thought they’d pat me down before or something, I was trying,” she gets cut off when she has to fight like hell to keep her sob in her chest. Eventually she continues, “to keep it hidden.”

Joel looks at the girl, sitting in the dark. Her head hung just enough to keep her face hidden, but also be able to watch Joel as he moves around, keeping wary of this angry stranger that’s taking out a lot of shit on her that’s entirely not her fault. He gives himself a mental shake, pinching the bridge of his nose as he feels a headache coming on.

“It’s uh,” he tries again, all the ferocity has left his body, his blood chilling from the act of killing and now he’s left with sad reality again. Joel finds it easier being angry, than being sad.

“It’s not your fault.” He finally says. Cause it’s true. The girl makes no sound or move in response. She just sits there, trying to swallow her tears. With a tired exhale, Joel sits down across from her, back against the kiosk, giving her space. Apparently not enough space, because as he slowly bends his knees to bring his weight down, she lights up.

“What’re you doing?” She demands, fear in her voice again.

“Waiting til you’re ready to go.” He says, taking no offense to her reaction. Joel can feel her eyes on him as he sits down on his tired ass, but he keeps his eyes to himself. He has a feeling making eye contact, even through the dark would only frighten her even more.

“You the one that needs the insulin?” Joel asks after a while of sitting in the dark with the stranger.

The girl shakes her head once.

After a moment, Joel responds, “Whoever it is that needs it, would want you to be alive more.”

The girl finally tilts her head up, eyes to the ceiling as she takes a shaky inhale. She makes no indication of responding. When Joel flicks his eyes over at her, the moon shining through the upper story window catches her upturned face. It turns the tears sliding down her cheek silver. Joel flicks his eyes away.

He sits there for a long time, the two of them in silence, the only thing he hears are the sounds of their breathing, the occasional creak of metal inside the mall, and the wind against the windows above. He has no real time estimate of how long he sat there because the next thing he remembers is waking up to the morning rays of light filtering through the mall, illuminating the empty floor across from him. Joel remembers seeing no trace of the girl, the only proof that he hadn’t dreamed the whole thing were the three stiff bodies a couple of yards away. Joel stood up, feeling a creak in his right knee as he stands upright, the added height bringing nothing new. The girl was just gone.

Joel never saw that girl again, even when he returned to the mall the next night, insulin in his bag, hoping she’d return for some reason and he could do something good for once. Hoping she wouldn’t ask where he’d gotten it from, or if she did hoping she wouldn’t care a couple of more people were dead because of it. But she didn’t show, and he waited there for hours, the reek of the still undiscovered bodies filling the mall. Eventually he accepted that the likelihood she’d come back to the spot where she was assaulted was pretty much non existent. He left around one in the morning, and sold the insulin the next day for the pills he’d been after since the start. He wishes he could say he never thought about her again, there was nothing special about what happened to her unfortunately, bad things happened to people all the time, especially if you were a woman. But throughout the years, she’d pop into his head, and he’d wonder if she ever got the insulin she needed. If she was still alive, if she was still in Boston, if she’s kept herself safe after the incident that brought them together.

But the years wore on, and Joel hadn’t thought about her in a long time. He didn’t know her name, not even her face. And she became a buried memory alongside many others.

Next part

A/N: Sorry for the fricking long ass wait! I actually never mentally abandoned this series, I just have been struggling finding time to write shit down. But oh boy, do I have things planned now...this is definitely going to be a way longer story than I initially planned, plot has a way of creeping up behind me. This is not my most popular story either lol, so any comments at all that anyone is enjoying it really helps motivate me that people want to keep reading. As always, thanks for reading! :)

[ohandcounting]

Early 3D Sonic Games and The G.A.S. Scale.

I'm sure you've seen this image going around, about how Sonic had a rough transition to 3D. Which is arguably true, here's a fantastic video about it from a guy who loves Sonic Adventure. I've watched many videos in his series "Sonic was always good" and I realized that there's a pretty good scale for rating the 3D Sonic games that's very similar to the W.A.S. scale for anime.

Good (up to 10)

Abuseable Jank (up to 10)

So-Bad-Its-Good (Percentage)

Good is obvious, it is how good the Sonic game in question actually is. If you like fish, you could replace this with Bad and invert the scale. HOWEVER: You need to acknowledge that nobody actually rates anything they like outside of 7-9, and ignore that pressure. You need to leave behind you Jackie Chan/10's and A Little Bit Of Something For Everyone and give an actual real rating out of 10, unweighted from societal usage. How much of the game you genuinely believe isn't a mistake.

Abuseable Jank is a separate scale. This can be a good or bad thing depending on who you are, and how much knowledge of the game you have. Like yeah you can just spam spindash the entire time you play a speed mission in Sonic Adventure 2 to go incredibly fast, not everyone is going to enjoy spamming a button the entire mission. Or if you don't know something, it could make it harder to enjoy the game if the best part is breaking it. Like all of the gems Sonic gets in Sonic 06 that let him jump infinite times and shoot himself into the sky. This would be added or subtracted (or completely ignored) to the Good rating depending on the person, bringing a games potential to all the way down to -10 or up to 20.

So-Bad-Its-Good is a percentage, it's in the name but to be more clear it's about how much you can enjoy making fun of the problems the game has while playing it. Shadow the Hedgehog would have an incredibly high percentage. Yeah, the cut scenes make no sense and the story is confusing with how it's laid out. It also has the 2 most iconic lines in the Adventure Era of "that DAMN 4th chaos emerald" and "Like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me" which are only elevated by how out-of-nowhere they feel. The mostly-skippable vehicles that are almost entirely useless are hilariously bad, but largely unobtrusive. Missing a single collectable and having to run through the entire level again uh, isn't fun ever though. So it wouldn't count towards this percentage.

The reason why it's a percentage is to denote how much of the missing Good rating can still be fun to play with the right mindset. Sonic 06 has a pretty solid 1-3* in the Good rating, but it's in such a truly awful state that you can do so much dumb stuff in it that it has a So-Bad-Its-Good rating of like 90% for some people. That alongside an Abuseable Jank of score 8-10 can legitimately make Sonic 06 peoples favorite Sonic game from the Adventure Era with a score close to the maximum of 20.

I'm not going to give any of my actual opinions on the Adventure Era games myself because I haven't played them in like 10+ years, you'll just have to form your own opinions on a reblog to this post if you want to see a full rating. (Shadow the Hedgehog is my favorite though)

*Some people think it's worth giving points for the good level design & story in Sonic 06, despite the fact the rest of the game's problems makes it entirely unenjoyable.

[boobachu]

Rewatched Sonic Prime

and the finale of season two basically upped the ante to where the story is either going to have a really good ending or be so bad it brings the entire series down. (Kind of a long-ass post with spoilers if for some reason you haven't felt to binge the almost seven hours of show yet.)

This moment right here completely changed the tone from "Sonic broke the universe and needs to fix it" towards "If Sonic succeeds, he would be committing multiple omnicide"

Sonic Prime Sonic could earn the title "World's most genocidal hedgehog" and that's really interesting.

Now, this is what has been a very basic "modern marvel" "robot chicken"-ass story, I mean very interesting characterization but otherwise very cookie cutter.

Which, I mean, we got a whole season to explore it, but Sonic immediately defaults to his pussy-ass "FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!11!!" but kind of the core of the story has been "Sonic's worldview is wrong"

Even though nothing too terrible has happened to him (beyond everyone he knew and loved and could ever know and love potentially being killed forever) it's very clear that the basic message is that Sonic's happy-go-lucky attitude needs to change, but so far we haven't seen what it needs to change into.

So basically

I think Sonic Prime is going to A) Have no fucking idea how to fix this problem it imposed on itself by stating the fact that Nine isn't Tails, and you're going to have to kill three people to bring back your little brother

So it just "Whatever! I don't care! We restored Status Quo without killing entire universes!"

or B) as stated before, Sonic Prime goes down as the Sonic canon that commits genocide across space and time to restore his parody of how news journalists who haven't played since Sonic the Hedgehog 2 react to seeing a human in a Sonic game.

or C) which is the least likely, they make some damn good writing that somehow preserves the new universes without it feeling like a handwave.

Honestly the B option could also be "Nine, Mangy and Sails fuse into Tails who has memories off all three" but that is also unlikely because it has the implications of every single being across the universe becoming plural or something. At least I don't think that's an obvious route to take.

People are concerned about Nine being a villain, and he's definitely going to be an antagonist, but I absolutely do not see how wanting to stop someone from wiping out countless worlds to save his own is a villainous trait.

Maybe they'd have the grim project turn out to destroy the other worlds, but that would come out of nowhere and would be kinda dumb to do the "dooming the multiverse through hubris" twice.

Tho it'd also be kinda interesting if the grim project turns out to be basically Eggmanland except Tails.

Like I'm not expecting the final episode of Sonic Prime to be the gang having a party while Sonic sits in the shadows going "I have become death, destroyer of worlds... literally!" and Shadow's like "You did what you had to do. I won't say more because the memory is punishment enough." and then he teleports away leaving Sonic to stand alone in uncomfortable silence while the party is heard in the background and then it cuts to black for the doofiest ass theme song to play over the credits.

It's more Sonic Prime has the potential to be in a Sonic lore iceberg as "Sonic canonically has more blood on his hands than anyone in fiction or reality"

Which is interesting.

[thedeathlysallows]

TW: Blood and gore

Chapter 10: Mars

Meet me in Rome.

            -R.S

            It’s been weeks. Weeks. I’ve kept my distance, let her train, terrified poor Corrine into giving me a rundown every day of exactly what’s been happening in that gods damn tower, and now- now­- it's finally paying off. It's time to play.

            Fuck.

            It feels good.

            I grab my cloak and throw it over my shoulders, the silver V clasp cool beneath the tips of my fingers. The ruby glints in the candlelight, almost as if it knows where we’re going, what’s about to happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s actually true. There are rumors that Anne enchanted each piece of our armor centuries ago and these clasps are left over from that. Frankly, I don’t care. I’ve never needed magic to win. My strength has always been enough.

            More than enough.

            Roseanna will find that out soon.

            For a human in a car it would take about three hours to get to Rome. For me it takes only the blink of an eye. The route there is familiar, comforting even. I’ve been with the Volturi for a thousand years, but Rome is still home to me. Soon, Roseanna will come to see things that way too. I’ll make Rome her home. I’ll make myself her home. Where ever I go, she will follow.

            As soon as I find her fucking scent.

            She should stick out even in the mass of people, but I can’t get a single hint of her on the breeze winding its way through the city. I should be able to smell her, feel her, something, anything. But there’s nothing. She’s hiding herself. She’s learned to hide herself again.

            Anne really did take my little poison ivy under her wing.

            Lovely.

            I stroll through the city, sticking to the shadows, waiting for the sun to sink lower so I can move more freely. I don’t doubt this was part of her plan. Play on my perceived weakness in an attempt to gain some type of upperhand. Or maybe she’s buying herself time to set up some elaborate trap. Given Roseanna’s penchant for runes and sigils back when we first met, the latter idea feels more likely.

            The sun slips beneath the horizon as my thoughts circle around Roseanna, and the moon hangs bright and full in the sky when I finally look up. My feet have carried me to the Colosseum as if they had a mind of their own. When I was human I spent quite a bit of time here. Too much time in fact. I step forward onto the mezzanine overlooking the gladiator arena… or what’s left of it at least. What once stood proud and grand, the greatest marvel of its time, is now decrepit and eroded.

            “War flashbacks old man?” A feminine voice purrs from the shadows, and Roseanna steps out from an archway behind me. She’s clad in black leather that clings to each luxurious curve of her body. Her lips are stained bright red, the only real color on her.

            “Something like that.” I rake my eyes over her body, taking my time to appreciate what she’s so kindly put on display for me.

            She moves toward me, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She refuses to look away, to break eye contact. “You actually came.”

            “You expected something different, darling?”

            Roseanna smiles, reaching up to place a hand over my chest where my heart should be beating. Her touch is searing. “From you? Never.”

            “So you enjoy stating the obvious. Noted.” I place my hand over hers and it feels like she’s actually on fire. “I see you’ve been busy. Fire magic is something Anne loves to show off.”

            Her big doe eyes are round and innocent as she gazes up at me through her lashes. “What are you talking about?”

            I grip her wrist and pull her hand away from my chest. My cloak is singed and smoking where she had been touching me. “Please don’t tell me you consider me that stupid? I know some might consider me a dumb brute-”

            “A himbo.”

            “What?”

            Roseanna smiles and it’s positively radiant. “You’d be considered a himbo now.”

            I… don’t even know where to start with that.

            “Right…” I sigh in irritation. What the fuck had I even been talking about? Why am I here? Roseanna’s here, so I should be here… but… why? What was I doing? What am I doing?

            Roseanna…

            Rosie…

            My poison ivy…

            Mine.

            She tilts her head to the side, observing me casually as I struggle to get my thoughts back on track, a dull, thudding pain forming at the base of my skull. She clicks her tongue and purses her lips.

            “Are you feeling okay, big guy?”

            I swipe out a hand to grab her, but my fingers trail through mist as if she wasn’t even really there.

            Is she… is she there?

            I don’t know.

            I can’t tell.

            She’s laughing, though. That much I can tell.

            I can also tell my sudden brain fog is her newest magic trick.

            “Over here,” she says from just over my shoulder.

            I spin and wave out an arm. I’m met yet again with the strange mist from the first time.

            “Too slow,” she taunts. “Try over here.”

            I lunge to the side.

            Again, there’s nothing but that fucking mist.

            “Enough!” My voice is thunderous enough that a few of the more unsteady pillars shake.

            She giggles, materializing in front of me. “Aw, but I was just starting to have fun.”

            “Do you know who isn’t having fun?”

            “You?”

            I smirk, straightening up to stand at my full height. “Your father when I paid him a visit while you were off playing witch with Anne. I can’t imagine going through the pain of raising a child like you just to be completely abandoned by her when she decides she wants to be a superhero.”

            All mirth fades from Roseanna’s face. “I never abandoned Charlie. I’ve had to keep him at arm’s length. I wasn’t given a choice!”

            “Ohh, someone’s getting angry. Is this that same anger that put Bella in the hospital when you were children?”

            Roseanna’s heart beat stutters and she looks at me like she’s just seen death. “How the fuck do you know about that? Charlie would never tell you…”

            I shrug. “Wouldn’t he? It’s amazing what a human will say when their sad little life is being threaten-”

            Before I can even finish my sentence there’s a blast of white hot energy and I’m flung against a reconstructed pillar. Roseanna stalks towards me, flames licking at her fingertips. I rise to my feet and plant myself in a defense stance.

            “We can sit here and play cat and mouse all day, Felix, I don’t care, but leave my family alone. Charlie, Bella, they have nothing to do with whatever fucked up relationship we have.” Roseanna thrusts her hand forward and I find myself pinned in place. “Besides, you aren’t my biggest fight right now. I have more important stuff to do than let you bully me because you have a crush on me.”

            “What could possibly be more important than me? Than us?” I’m both offended and annoyed at the prospect.

            “Revenge.”

            “Here I was thinking you wanted revenge on me.”

            “Don’t worry, I do.” Roseanna pats my arm condescendingly. “You’re a pain in my ass and you’re the reason I’m even in this mess, but Anne helped me realize something.”

            “And what would that be?” I roll my eyes. Fucking Anne and her desire to play psychiatrist for everyone she comes across. All I needed her to do was teach Roseanna enough magic to make things interesting again, and what does she do? Turn my mate into one of her sycophants.

            Caius was bad enough the first two hundred years of their marriage.

            Roseanna is going to be downright unbearable.

            She and I- we’re one in the same. She’s obsessive in the worst sense of the word, and I know that, I recognize that because we’re the same. She was made to fit perfectly at my side. We were made to terrorize one another until-

            “Hey! Are you even listening?!” Roseanna’s mouth is set in a hard line. Her hands are crossed over her rib cage, pushing up her breasts-

            She snaps her fingers. “Eyes up here, asshole!”

            “I’ll be perfectly honest, darling. My brain is still a tad foggy from whatever you did earlier.”

            She frowns. Deeply. “Felix, I didn’t do anything to your brain.”

            “Liar.”

            “Maybe. Shut up.”

            I nod and gesture with my hand. “Sorry, go over your grand scheme one more time.”

            “No. I don’t think I will. You can figure it out as we go.”

            “We?”

            “Yes. We. If you had been listening instead of staring at my tits you would’ve heard me say I’m calling a truce because I need muscle for the next,” she counts on her finger, “however fucking long this takes.”

            I can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips. “A truce?”

            “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ-”

            “I’m partial to the Roman pantheon.”

            “-it’s like talking to a toddler.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’ve got a headache now.”

            “I can fix it. All you need to do is give up on the rest of your mortal life and trade it in for an immortal one.”

            Roseanna fixes me with a withered stare. “Please shut the fuck up for once.”

            “No.”

            “I quit,” she yells to the starry night sky. “Do you hear that Anne? Wherever you are? I quit!”

            “Booo!”

            She turns back to me. “You’re insane.”

            “Oh, now is when you figure that out?”

            With a wave of her hand I find myself able to move freely once again. I tense and flex each muscle, wiggling my fingers just to feel them move.

            “This is the most civil we’ve ever been to each other,” she mutters as she looks at the ground.

            “Does it count as civil if you almost killed me?”

            “You’ve tried to kill me multiple times!”

            I wave away her indignation.

            “Do you want to know a secret, darling?” I close what little distance there is between us, each movement careful and measured. “I’ve finally completely made up my mind about you.”

            “Oh?”

            I nod, slipping my arm around her waist and letting my lips trace the shell of her ear. “You’re mine until the end of time. If you try to leave me, I’ll kill you. If you run, I’ll hunt you down. You’re simply too delicious to let go of.”

            And she is.

            The scent of her blood is enough to have me feeling drunk.

            “I debated for a long time about whether I wanted to keep you or kill you. Should I fuck you or fight you? Then, just now, I realized I can have it all.”

            Roseanna looks up at me. I memorize the pink flush of blood just beneath her skin. “What are you talking about?”

            My lips trail slow, deliberate kisses over her throat. “I’m your life, your death, and your rebirth. I’m your god.”

            I sink my teeth in the supple flesh of her neck and blood floods my mouth in an instant. She tastes like heady Roman wine. Fruity with a gentle burn. She whimpers beneath me, her nails clawing helplessly at my skin. I hate to tear myself away, I’ve waited so patiently for this, but necessity demands it. If I take too much she won’t wake up after the transformation. She’ll simply be… dead.

            “Felix,” she slurs my name, her heartbeat dangerously slow.

            I shush her, biting down on my own wrist until the ichor flows forth. She tries to fight me when I press my wrist to her mouth, shaking her head as violently as she can manage. I grip her jaw and shove my wrist in her mouth. There’s a moment of hesitation before she latches on and drinks deeply. A heady tingling sensation surges through me and my core grows warm when Roseanna moans and clings tightly to me. I’ve heard stories about the ecstasy of the transformation, but all I remembered from my own was pain. So I never believed. Until now. Until my poison ivy.

            Everything changed with Roseanna.

[silver-wield]

Hey just wanna ask. I read a clerith claiming that the Jail scene dialogue from OG is the ultimate Clerith scene ever because Cloud chose to flirt with Tifa with aerith in front of her. Enough to put her off. Uh I'm still currently replaying OG on my 2nd run but sources stating "there's obvious mutual attraction" going on with them? Makes my stomach churn for some reason probably because I'm kind of pissed off of Soldier Cloud being this way. Why did SE gotta do Tifa like that and put them together in one jail cell only for her to get hurt like that?? Wtf?

I swear to God if they don't make up a CLOSURE on why he's supposedly "attracted" "mutual attraction" to aerith, flirting with her saying wtvr in OG (Im not thinking of what's canon, the act itself exist it shows a perspective) I'm never going to forgive SE.

Im tired of them making Tifa out to be the second choice, or an aftermath after (she's always been the first choice wtf!? Where are all these shitty "he liked A more but settled with T" coming from??). She wasn't like Aerith who openly flirted with cloud because ignorance is a bliss. She liked Cloud the most but held back the most for obvious reasons out of worry, and they be letting cloud hurt her like that?? Wtf?? Tifa doesn't deserve that! She deserves so much more.

HELL NO WAY, I'm not gonna accept that True Cloud had a tinge of romantic interest / infatuation in aerith, that thing be better related to Zack or his Soldier Persona's needs (a fantasy that needs to be reciprocated to exist).

Plus if it was so important, wtf take away that scene all together? Why make cloud like he couldn't care less about aerith after saving her in remake (Barret doesn't even say stuff about him caring so much for A unlike in OG)? Even though a part of me sees this whole charade as a red herring, it pisses me off to my core that it's hardly given closure.

Ugh if they didn't just wanted to make sure people would be saddened by her death, they wouldn't need to put Tifa in the back burner for a huge chunk of the first parts because she gonna die early then. I'm so glad they've focused more on Tifa early on and you sure as hell would count on me to pray that her date would be the only one we'd be gettin on rebirth.

PS I just want to see Tifa happy, without the feelings of inadequacy. That she's the only one True Cloud ever loved and was attracted for. Otherwise, people will think again she's some martyr when her promise and moments literally gets NTR'd by aerith who took advantage of cloud to reminisce about Zack. I swear Tifa's a saint for caring about aerith in OG when the latter treated her really awfully. Ugh, she better be the enlightened version in remake because I sure as hell don't forgive OG aerith for causing her such sadness and pain (ngl A's pretty spoiled compared to what the others have gone through, I'm kinda pissed because most of the time she doesn't even deserve it).

Also, Claudia's line where city girls might be a source of temptation and distraction made me think of Jessie and aerith. Wherein he'd be needing Tifa, the mature one to balance him out.

Sorry, got pretty pissed. the only reason I'm tolerating and trying to understand Cloud here is because I love Tifa. And because I love her, I do really want to Like him too. Damn I feel like a combination of Marle and Brian.

It's okay, they're dumb and deluded. Also, that jail cell scene doesn't exist in remake so they're clinging to something Nojima removed because it didn't fit how the characters and plot were set out.

Fun fact: Toriyama wrote all of Aerith's scenes with Cloud in Midgar, so all annoying nonsense is his fanfiction at work since Nojima literally took it all out 🤣

They bring this up every few months because they think there was flirting and they love that mistranslation they throw around because to them "peevish/complicated" means jealousy and that there's something between Cloud and some chick he literally just met when he's been pining for Tifa since he was nine.

Basically it's about Tifa's feelings of insecurity and that as much as she likes Cloud, she feels like he's out of her league. It doesn't really have anything to do with Aerith, it could be any girl making her feel inadequate, but she feels out of sorts because she considers Aerith a friend and doesn't know how to resolve these conflicting emotions.

Never mind the devs put Cloud and Tifa in the same cell together, but sure, there's totally a moment happening elsewhere. If that was true, why is he with Tifa? That's basically saying the devs are assholes who wanna make Tifa miserable for kicks.

Yeah, I doubt it. Nomura said this in '97 that Tifa's the canon route and Aerith is the extra for players who wanna. With Remake they're not even entertaining that shit and having Cloud all over Tifa like the game is M rated and they'll be banging any second 🤭

[randoimago]

Top three fandom asks for Persona 5? 👀

Personally my top three ships are RyuAnn, ShuMako, and MakoHaru 🥱

Oh Persona 5, I can tell you right now that all of my least favorite things will have to do with Ryuji. I think I'm dumb because I don't remember who Shu is for the ShuMako ship😖

Ask Game Here

3 male characters I love: Ryuji, Akechi, Maruki (it was so hard to do a top three because I also love Mishima and Yusuke so very much)

3 female characters I love: Futaba, Sumire, Ann

3 romantic ships I love:

Honestly, my romantic ships have to be the other phantom thieves with Joker (minus Futaba cause I like them better as siblings, and also minus Morgana for obvious reasons). Idk I just like the dynamic that Joker has with the others.

Joker/Akechi. Look, I found the two of them neat in P5 and then Royal came along with giving Akechi an actual social rank and I really found them neat. But then fucking Robbie Daymond and Xander Mobus had to make a song together as the characters. Enemies to Frenemies (reluctant allies really) to Lovers really hits with them

Sojiro/Wakaba, just listening to when Sojiro would talk about Wakaba and then seeing the alternative ending with Royal and how Sojiro is there... I absolutely loved them.

3 platonic dynamics I love:

Ann/Shiho (I wish there was more. Thank god for Royal having some moments, but I wanted to visit Shiho in the hospital with Ann or something)

Ryuji/Ann (tbh I love their best friend energy they have going on. Not a single braincell between them and I love it)

Sojiro/Futaba/Joker. I'm sorry but good adoptive father/daughter relationships feel so hard to find and I just love that family so much. It's the found family dynamic too ngl

Honorable mention - Futaba/Yusuke. They're idiots and I love their friendship

3 favorite moments in canon:

Saving Futaba and her learning the truth (honestly her whole arc) was just so amazing. It was so heartbreaking, but so satisfying to be able to help her.

The alternative ending for Royal is a favorite because it's unbelievably bittersweet. Like you should feel happy when you see it. You should think that it's the right choice because everyone got their happy ending, but it's just so heartwrenching and I love it so so much (I cry every damn time I see it).

Every Persona awakening was just amazing to watch. Oh my god and Akechi's "second" persona reveal? It's so amazing and I wish I could watch it all again like I've never seen it before because damn it was so cool.

3 favorite headcanons:

Yusuke ended up taking interest once when Ann and Haru were showing Makoto and Futaba how to paint their nails. Yusuke stated that the girls could do better and then gave them beautiful nail art (he did get a bit thrown off when Futaba wanted nails specific to the Kamen Riders, but he did it).

Ryuji, Mishima, and Joker all just crowded around that gatcha machine in Akihabara or in the Arcade trying to get specific figures and dolls. Mishima and Ryuji taking turns and failing and then Joker, with max stats being smug because obviously he can do it and then he fails too. They eventually suck up their pride and beg Shinya to win them the Jack Frost doll.

Ann visiting Shiho for regular meet ups and telling her all about the new friends she made. Sometimes Ann brings mini paintings that Yusuke drew or anime character stickers that Futaba had extras for. Shiho hasn't met these people, but Ann talks highly about Shiho to them so they all want to give the girl little presents. It is very exciting when Shiho is finally introduced to Ann's new friends. Shiho is very proud of Ann for the happiness she managed to find.

3 least favorite things about it:

Oh fucking boy I hated all the crap Ryuji got. He's such a good best friend, he sacrificed his life! And instead of the "Oh my god, I'm so happy you're okay!" that he deserved, he was pummeled for comedic effect?? Fuck you Atlas.

Again, with Ryuji, specifically with how he was treated by Morgana throughout the entire game. And then when Ryuji stood up for himself, Morgana was suddenly the victim?? Haru didn't even get her own spotlight because of this little shit.

And hey, another least favorite that ties in with the others. Fucking Haru. She was in her dad's goddamn palace. She was trying to fix things so she could have her dad back. It should've been emotional and it should've made us attached and love Haru. But honestly, I was mostly frustrated with the palace and dealing with Morgana that when Haru's dad died it was just an "Oh no! Anyway..." moment where I moved on so quickly. Thank god for Strikers helping me actually appreciate Haru more.

[moonscts]

STUDENT FILE ACCESS  …   ronald billius “ron” weasley, 24. cis man  + he/him. march 1, 1998. pure-blood. gryffindor + fourth year. specialization: auror raining. exploding snap extreme, extreme wizards chess, quidditch club.

INFORMATION   …

   [] make way for the local gryffindor soft boy jock, ron weasley! that is if you get to know him well enough. he may seem a little dull compared to some of his friends, but what he lacks in smarts he makes up in passion, which really is all you need. some people think he’s dumb for keeping with auror training, that he’s better off doing something less... intense. he almost believed that too, but recently he realized this is what he’s meant to be doing, and damn if ron isn’t anything but stubborn!

   [] perpetually in a state of unrest, he’s never really known what it’s like to actually not be second fiddle. he’s got middle child syndrome but at the same time is the (second) youngest without getting any of the youngest kid privileges. after all, his mother was (and this isn’t a secret) disappointed he didn’t come out a girl. as a result, he always feels like he needs to ensure himself that he’s not copying anyone, that he’s his own individual and that the people around him love him just as he is. he’s gotten better at it as he’s grown, but there’s always that... itch, y’know?

   [] there’s something undeniable about ron though: he loves, and he loves fiercely. truly one of the most loyal people you will ever meet and a stellar vibe checker, he cares very deeply for the people who he considers friends and family. it can unfortunately lead to some bad decisions, but he’s willing to take the fall for them. also makes him intensely unlikeable to people who don’t like him lol  -  he will definitely make it known to you and it’s hard to regain that trust unless something major happens. 

   []   character parallels: ron weasley (lmao), pike trickfoot (critical role campaign 1), finn the human (adventure time), bennett (genshin impact)

   [] for more information click here  /  wanted connections (tbd)

CONNECTIONS   …

   [] once you’ve got an in with ron, that’s it. you’re his ride or die. he will love you till the ends of the earth and do his best to give you the most of him. he’s got a fair few number of friends, especially on the gryffindor side, but he’s also more than happy to befriend anyone else!! except, you know, blood purists.

   [] perhaps a tryst there and a thing here, ron’s had his fair share of romances and flirtations. he usually has no idea what he’s doing and flies by the seat of his pants which miraculously works most of the time. that being said, anything deeper than sex has him a bit tongue tied. he’s emotionally constipated even with friendships, which makes him even worse with love. so crushes of his own accord, he’s never really pursued. but hey, he’s naturally a giver so he’s good in bed at least!

   [] ron possibly chews off more than he can take when it comes to antagonism. he barks and is more than capable to bite, but he won’t, because he doesn’t actually have the capacity to hurt anyone (that is, until you hurt someone he loves). he particularly has a bone to pick with some of the slytherin gang, for obvious reasons. 

[the-firebird69]

Give me a couple updates well he's resting and there are people wondering around as usual but really they're not really shopping in the harassing him and they're obvious about it cranky old and disgusting mostly and intercepting him and trying to go somewhere trying to force me to do stuff thank you being poor and getting hardly anything at all and not giving a damn. So we looked at what he's saying and these people are Republicans but very very lame their efforts were very lackluster and they hardly get him anything if at all and the Mexican and they're not controlling the situation and it's abysmal on that note

-you see the empire who actually does work and did a lot of work just running some sort of offensive and they have a large number of troops that they are dropping all over Florida they're doing it surreptitiously and it is a large Force and they shot up to 20% of the population this morning now they're approaching 30% the intend to use these infiltrators to take the state over and hold our son in an innocuous position and other ignorance. And we have to make sure that they are not aligning there's too many of them building up here and they're doing it elsewhere but we are not allowing a large buildup and it's true and he said we should not allow one here and we should be reducing it a little bit bigger is fine but no and now we're going to have to start doing it still threaten and we will take them down

-in addition to that type of behavior we have this general malaise and lackadaisical attitude laziness and thievery from our son who is poor as dirt these people are disgusting as well we are going to evaporate those who are doing that and we're going to stop them from manhandling him and abusing him. Another news

-it seems that Aquaman might be coming up pretty fast and precedes the watchmen and it is about race and it looks like Garth goes ahead and destroys their enclave of what it looks like clones offshore of Atlanta Georgia I really offshore Georgia and they're hiding there and they find them and seek them out for thievery basically and it turns disgusting fairly soon

-another film that is going to affect the current day is Wonka it happens in the UK and he starts to advertise it saying that he's the chocolate here and brochures gets involved and that's the close and it is Paul d us again. And it's threatening her son and we're going to have to stop the idiot and he does nothing and his sister does nothing and it's so droll and gross and the guy is so dumb he doesn't know anything about what he's doing so he's going to try and do that because he wants to take from our son cuz he's a spoil the runt.

-another film affecting this area and the future is Porky's and Porky's revenge apparently they burned down the gambling house and that is the property of Tommy f and he starts getting very angry and attacking more so he's already attacking the pseudo empire and this begins on the more or less at which point everything starts to turn against him again and he's pushed out I know he's playing with the Max and tend to do to our son and us and our forces and we we are knowledgeable about it but this is going to start up rather soon we think this week weekend I think it's going to be tonight until tomorrow and the day after and both movies after that it's going to be Atlanta and it makes sense because Monday is rolling around and the trial is coming up and there's some sort of city that they put there and it's regular buildings and decide to train stay inside them and of course you can't handle the pressure and it won't work but that's what they do.

-several other things are occurring there are about 50,000 people in Charlotte county who don't have work don't have anything to do and leave their jobs for other people and don't hire anyone and it's pretty pitiful. They come down here to the mall and harass them and they have stuff and we need it so we need volunteers to go after these merchants really there's a vicious name for them sicko fants

-nothing happening is probably noticed that he's talking about them putting stuff up there that would devastate them and ruining their day and some of the math very few and we realize that

-a couple of things that are happening we are producing huge companies today and giant numbers of warlock will disappear Giant they're about 12% or so off Island 14 or so and that does include minority but not pseudo empire which is only three or four percent and they're going to dissolve not really these companies are giants and tons of them think they can just take it. Even though they owned it it's ridiculous but it is now making a lot of sense it's the clones of the higher-ups leaving and their kids trying to take it over and that's what Dan is doing and then upset and dangerous to our son and it said too that he's a problem and Trump wants to try and grab us using his son so he gets the game but he's upset about it and we get the game and we're going to destroy them both quite easily and things people think it's a game like the Max and pseudo empire and foreigners not such a good game and there's a lot of companies and Harley-Davidson is one of them we will be at 64% but if things work out better 75% I will begin production today.

-and we intend to kick John remillard out of Blackwell that's the first thing and he knows about it no he wants to make it part of the deal and I guess we'll sign it with that in there and see what happens

-there's other things too going on the hard notch frame and it's hk frame is working. About 50% are adding suspension or redoing it and creating it with suspension and they said we can get away with it we think so that's good it's not real hard to do and it's unexplained it and you did say that you dismantle the shock or you take the springs off and you take the oil out and you work the you work the shock to see if it will push against the frame you have to make sure it doesn't and you can put a stop in and you don't want to bottom the shock out without a stop so you need that but you can run the full range of motion and put the stops in the right place about a half inch before it bottoms out people like the idea and it works it's a rule of thumb type of building but that's what he did when he was younger and you're going to see these come out with shocks and the whole system I'm just going to take a couple more days you'll have their prototypes and boy these frames are real strong one of them has a bike together and rode around testing it others test the frame and it's like twice the snell rating and that was a mega miracle

-a couple more things we are buying some time it's not correct we have work to do we have other companies to announce and pre-purchase and they are purchasing and they want us to and just don't make it very easy and we get part of them done and they complain but it's their falt

-there's other things happening we are in the process of gathering information on the status of ours and we do need to show up a lot of areas and we need a lot of people to sign up for work and we're going to get them going here on Earth and there's tons of them and we're moving out

-the ships have started what people think is their final cycle up north to launch they're sending tons of people up there huge numbers it's going to vanquish a big trunk of the warlock they'll probably send 2% today and more tonight and more tomorrow it's a giant number New Zealand their numbers are visible now as is Australia and they're under attack now The fleets are trying to get here from the morlock and the pseudo empire is fighting them they're both down and other point be more like have 7 billion pseudo empire six billion and a beating the crap out of each other the fighting is intensified and they're losing territory all over Earth and we'll have an announcement at the end of the day but it's going down a percentage in an hour practically other things are happening we are taking a lot of territory over in Florida we've taken about 2.5% more today already and we're talking about starting it to believe 25% and others have taken about 6% so it's below 20% and they're in court no but they had court yesterday and it probably get to 15% today which is abysmal and they have a large fleet prepping to attack that's the warlocks later today it's very huge and this is going to be a lot of troops on board trying to get here using various means and they're going to try and go to other places to get here too nearby it's going to be a huge show. This time around they've been building up for a while and they have probably 200,000 miles wooden ships and it will have an effect and the pseudo empire fleet is going to have to try and defend and they're kind of sucking wind against their fleet we're moving in the foreigners and foreign warlock really foreign warlock comprise probably half the crowd but we are also moving in as our Max and we are forming areas up and sturdy ones and we are going to call for reinforcements and that's what's going on today huge changes are coming up giant changes in the paradigm and it is going to be tumbletous.

-and it's set up that they think that he's following Dave's footsteps and he is to a degree he's also following Trump a little bit and they're talking about his fortune and so forth but they did take it away from David more of the same fashion than Trump you plan to hand it over and to pull it out and leave us with secret of stuff so they can get out the goodies and he is sitting there with nothing so you know it's kind of rude you do intend to get him all sorts of things but he's earned stuff and he really has. There is a pattern it does have to do with westboro they say they ran it already and his first car was not the Firebird no it was the heck of a first car he says that was supposed to go inside with the coach Megan Merkel made but it doesn't the coincides with a coach David had earlier in the history of America and it was his own that he made and that is an indicator that they might start with the Firebird so he did a creamer routine with Ken and that would be somewhere around here but really he doesn't have funding or money to spend his dad had a $700 a month stipend and even that with that it's kind of questionable but he probably wouldn't care but he's spending like $300 $400 a month on gas it's really too much so that being said there's no way to get that without other things happening that's one thing but he thinks it's social security and it's still not enough and they're planning on giving him $4,0 35 and so on and after a year he would have a couple hundred thousand no it would take like a year and a half so we simply don't see how that's going to happen unless he has some sort of thing to do with the vehicle and some sort of money or income not $20 three days a week I didn't cover even any gas to do that so we think it is the firebird and we think it's the 2013 and we think it's to sync the marlock. Did you understand what they're intending on doing for funding it's not unscrupulous that kind of is they want to threaten his social security and we're going to explain it in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

How come I'm second I'm speaking first and it says cuz you're speaking okay we're going to have to tell him what's going on yes

Hera

[countlessrealities]

Of course, Bishop's angry threat falls to deaf ears. Not only Rick doesn't react to the words, but despite his last statement, he seems unconcerned with the obvious dire situations he has landed them in. As the Kraang flock out of the portals, all he does is clumsily getting his flask out and taking a swing from it. ...Or at least, he tries to, but between his current state and his position half of the liquor ends up in his face.

"G-Geez, who the fuck taught you to talk? T-The shittiest AI ever built can make better sentences," he snorts in mocking amusement. Damn, this is too hilarious. "R-Rick commands you to do the act, w-which is called admit tha-that you're dumb pink bubblegums."

And here comes another fit of intoxicated laughter, which continues even when he's grabbed together with his unlucky companion and lasts for a good part of the trip to the prison.

The details of said journey are incredibly fuzzy in Rick's memory. For all he knows, he might have passed out at some point, since reality starts to come back into focus only once he finds himself seated in their assigned cell. He is leaning against the wall to keep himself up and spitting out insults at the Kraang who are busy poking at his things. He has never liked it when others touch his shit without his permission and the bastards have even taken away his flask.

That last fact is what is bothering him the most in the entire situation. He isn't worried about the aliens figuring out how to use his portal gun. He has made sure that only he and a few selective individual can use it, so there's no way it can be activated unless they reproduce one of their quantum signatures. And good luck guessing that this is what they need to do in the first place.

As for the other devices he is carrying, it's nothing he can't rebuild. Worst case scenario, the Kraang will end up blowing themselves up because they pressed the wrong button.

The scientist is almost about to zone out once again when a very familiar voice cuts through their captors' incomprehensible muttering, causing him to crack an eye open. Damn, when he has even closed them?

Well, look at who's here. Bitchy Bubblegum. Or well, that universe version of him.

"H-Hey, he didn't bring me here. I-I brought us here. G-Get your cerebral cortex out of your cerebellomedullary cistern," in truth, these last two words come out as garbled sounds, "y-you self-centred asshole. Y-You and your pals aren't the only dimension travelling gang around."

He sounds openly offended at Subprime's words, but he also seems to forget it just as quickly as he notices Bishop staring at him.

"T-The fuck are you looking at me like that? D-Didn't you hear me when I said tha-that this is not your Dimension X? G-Geez, keep up."

{ @technodromes }

[ ♗ ] Rick's bite is not something Bishop himself feels, it is annoying if anything though. He doesn't even address it because he has way bigger problems at his tentacles right now. He only loosens his grip and attention from Rick shortly to ensure the Kraang Scout would not discover them, and to check his own internal scanner for a way out. But that brief moment was still enough for Rick to weasel out of the Norman's grip, and causing them nothing but more trouble. There is no point pulling him back in at this point. Or bother trying to catch him before he's hitting the ground.

"Yes, we are 'screwed", the angered Utrom mimics Rick poorly before continuing again in his own manner of speech. "Should we not make it out of this situation, I will make certain to be the one to end you before the Kraang do!" He doesn't mean it. He really doesn't. But he's furious beyond reason at the moment, and with that thorough amount of anger he's feeling, pure frustration is not far behind from kicking in. The Kraang Scout located Rick and Bishop, thanks to the former, and immediately hits the alarm button inside their flyer. It doesn't take long until purple triangle-shaped portals appear around the quarreling individuals and a vast variety of armed Kraangdroids step out of them. The sheer amount might seem a little excessive for just two opponents, but the Kraang take no risks on these specific individuals.

"KRAANG COMMANDS YOU TO DO THE ACT, WHICH IS CALLED SURRENDER. YOU ARE SURROUNDED NOW BY THE KRAANG, WHICH HAVE… SURROUNDED YOU." Trying to fight would be pointless indeed. Bishop would have tried at least, but he's too upset to do much at this point. And Rick is on the ground like a bug that flipped on its back. They're just like ripe fruits, ready for picking. And before they know, they find themselves inside one of the Kraang's prisons. Bishop is now without his Norman suit, huddled in a corner as far away from Rick as he could somehow manage in that narrow space. Not like he can talk to Rick without a translator, but even if he HAD one, he wouldn't want to talk with him at this point. Unsurprisingly, the Kraang took a hold of Rick's things too, but are clueless about the Portal Gun. They can't seem to activate it. Eventually, a familiar voice is shooing the stationed guards away as they now just fool around with Rick's coat. "MOVE it! Get OUT of my way you useless protozoons! I can handle them myself, just get that device over to the lab! Hurry up!" The two Kraang promptly do as told and scurry away. And as the prison door opens afterward, it is indeed Subprime who hovers inside before closing the door again behind him.

"Bishop?! I didn't believe it when they squawked around about capturing your DUMB butt out there in the middle of the Kraang Crystal fields without a fight! Just HOW are you still alive? And WHY would you bring a HUMAN here?! Did you hit your head when the hideout collapsed?!" But all Subprime gets is a befuddled look. Bishop expected Subprime to come in and just gloat. He is visibly confused and glances over at Rick now as if he silently demands an explanation for whatever goes on right now.

[st4rbwrry]

constant bullshit.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

ャwarnings; angst, quiet sex, broken relationship, eren’s really in love with reader, impact play, oral (m.received), floor sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader.

“Hey, baby.”

That sly smirk on his face he does after winking, innocently whisking the bowl of corn bread batter next to your mother in the kitchen who shares somewhat the same smile, but hers is more pleading-like. It reads 'for the sake of the holiday, please get along.' Your face on the other hand? It reads nothing but irritation. Your red sweater is balled into your fists on the side of your hips, sending Eren a straight hard glare. Only one question remained; what the fuck is he doing here? You broke up three months ago. Done. Nothing is there anymore—at least on your side of it. Why is he spending time with your family on thanksgiving like you're a happy couple? Putting on a fake act as if he's the victim. He wronged you. Not the other way around.

   "Mom?" You raise an obvious eyebrow, waiting for a proper answer to a question you never asked. Your face did it for you.

   "I invited Eren because he's on break and figured it'd be nice to have him over. We love him."

   I don't. "With no reconciliation of me, huh?"

  "Don't be like that, baby," Eren sighs, coming around the marble kitchen island, height towering over your own.

   "No," you sternly state, shaking your head. "Cut that."

   "Sorry, it's a habit," he clenched his jaw, running his wide palm over the top of his head to brush back some of his chocolate hair.

   "Half the families already here. Let's just eat and enjoy the night, okay? I'm pretty sure you can be cordial."

   Your mothers words fly over your head. Cordial? Eren didn't know the definition of the word. He's the type of person to eye-fuck you across the table during prayers. That's why you couldn't even be friends if you wanted. Surprisingly, he keeps his head bowed when you're all wrapped around the family table hand in hand. It's when you're eating that you feel his eyes burn into your face every time you try to avoid him. Those damned green eyes of his, like pretty jewels stolen from a hidden cave. He himself is the epitome of pretty. It sucks you had to let go of such a mesmerizing man. One who made your face hurt when you smiled too much. Who kissed you until your lips were bruised. A man who fucked you dumb and ruined practically any other man of having the chance to top him. It's true, as much as you dread to admit.

Clean up is usually left to your mother and her tipsy friends, so while the kids are playing the PlayStation down the hall, and the men are lost in football, you take this chance to drag Eren up to your room. He spills some of his liquor from how roughly you tug on him, setting his glass down on a nearby table, swiping his wet chin clean with his hand and obliviously disappearing behind you. Part of him knows what's going to happen. You're going to complain about him accepting your mothers offer of being here, cuss him out about some other bullshit, maybe even cry if you still have it in you. Anger tends to sit inside you for a while.

   Truth be told, he genuinely wanted to have a conversation with you. It's been so long since he's seen or spoken with you, and deep down inside, it pains him. Aimless had been a form of symbolism for you and Eren's relationship. Arguments were consistent, attempts to improve yourselves were pointless, and even cooperation skills were off balance. No matter how many times you tried to help Eren overcome his fear of commitment, he'd find a way to make it seem like you were forcing him into something he didn't want to have. Never wanted to have. The two of you had been on and off spouses for the past three years, and yet, he still couldn't accept the fact that someone was trying to love him as best as they could. He was ungrateful for it. He had this lucid indication of having nonexistent relationships with any and every one that tried to be apart of his life. He was terrified of being rejected, therefore, he was terrified of being hurt.

   He found relationships a waste of time as well as a source of therapy two people join just so they could help each other pick one another up and erase all the trauma from their pasts. And then, once they were healed, they'd take everything they learned from that person and move to the next to give someone else the better version of themselves, leaving behind the person that stuck with them through thick and thin torn apart. It was a game. A sick one. Though, you didn't see it that way, and that wasn't your intentions at all. Far from, actually.

   Eren had been the only man you had ever truly loved. You went through hell and back to keep him in your life and show him that you were someone who cared for him no matter what shit ruined him in the past. It was hard, to say the least. Trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with him that made him act this way toward you. It's like he purposely didn't want to see that you were a good woman. One last argument was all it took for you to realize that the one who'd really been wasting their time was you. Configuring a valid point that he was ungrateful, stubborn, and unable to see you for who you were had been thrown at his face in heated streams of shouts as he kept his distance from you as he sat on his bed with his arms folded and tears falling down his face.

   There wasn't anything left to say, or do. You had given every single aspect of yourself to him and yet Eren didn't return the favor. The only reason why you stayed and decided to try was because of this burning love you had for him that you couldn't contain and help but express. You watched him silently cry as you gathered your things in duffle-bags and called an Uber to your house since your car had been in the repair shop. He couldn't find words to say. There was a lot he wanted to speak his mind about but he knew that everything you yelled at him about—you were right. He threw his phone at the door you slammed on your way out, heavily stomping down the stairs and heading out the front door, the object shattering to pieces as he cursed at himself. What hurt you the most was him not making the effort of running after you to bring you back which meant that he really didn't care about the damage he had caused.

   He regrets it all.

   "Talk."

   Eren stands before your nightstand with his hands tucked into his dark jean pockets, muscles shifting in the cotton gray long sleeve clinging to his skin. His hair is half tied into his signature bun on the back of his head, a few strands dangling over his sad face. Sad. It's so vivid in his eyes that he looks upset. You swallow, keeping your distance and staying leaned against your locked door.

   "I miss you," is what he starts with.

   You scoff, rolling your eyes. "You don't miss me."

   "Don't tell me how I feel," Eren grits his teeth. "You've no idea the shit I put myself through because I hated how I treated you."

   "Why do it in the first place?" You arch your brow.

   "Look, me and you have been with each other since we were kids. Relationship aside, you were my best friend first. As a lover, you meant the absolute world to me—"

   "Bullshit—"

   "Even if I didn't express it the way you wanted," he finishes, ignoring your attitude. He understands you're trying to barricade your feelings so you don't grow attached to him again. But, he doesn't care. He wants you to love him again. Deep down he knows you still do. And he wants you to understand that he loves you more than anything.

   "I love you," Eren fixes his posture, saying it as if he released a fresh exhale of air. You blink. "And I'm sorry it took me so long to express it fully. I can admit I have heavy trauma when it comes to past relationships, you know that. You know everything about my past. My fears, my triggers. What I'm sorry for mainly is not giving you the credit you deserve. You put your all into me and I acted like it didn't mean shit when it did. I just couldn't find the words to say it."

   Eren fixates on the way you swallow, breaking eye contact and staring at your feet. "Why wait now to say this? Why did it take you all these years to realize that I wanted you to be loved? Why put me through the constant bullshit? The tears? The panic attacks when you'd go days without speaking to me? When I'd find you drunk inside bars at three in the morning?"

   "Because I was fucked up. I’m telling you now that I’ve changed. I’m not that same asshole, promise you. I just need you with me again. Not to feel sane, not so I’m another project for you to fix—but because I can’t imagine life without you apart of mine.”

   It’s hard to hear this now. If only he’d said this a few months back, you wouldn’t be here now. It’s too late. “I don't want to put myself through that pain again. I can't be with you, Eren."

   "You don't have to put up an act for me. You don't have to be the strong one anymore. Just let me carry you. Let me make up for all the shit you dealt with alone."

You turn your head as he stands before you, his hand coming to hold the side of your cheek, his warmth making your heart spark with something you haven’t felt in a long time. You inhale deeply, turning your body completely and reaching for the door, ready to leave. You were done with this conversation. But, Eren beats you to it, locking the silver knob and pressing you up against the door, hands resting on your thighs, slowly trailing up.

“Come on, baby,” your body tingles as his breath hits your ear, swallowing as he pries your stocking covered legs apart, the black skirt you wore riding up your ass. “Don’t be like that.”

“Eren, don’t,” you whimper as he drags your stockings down to your knees along with your panties, gasping when his heavy hand hits your ass.

“Stay there,” and then, he’s lowering to his knees, delicately spreading your cheeks apart before burying his face deep in your pussy, kissing it slowly and groaning to himself. “You know you miss me.”

You ball your fists up by your mouth, moaning as quietly as possible as your eyelashes flutter, the butterflies in your stomach flying rapidly as you listen to the way his tongue tastes you, the pads of his fingers denting the flesh of your thighs, bringing you closer to grind onto his face as he grunts and spanks you again, too loud this time. Your heart thumps erratically, terrified of one of your family members finding you in this state, although the doors were locked, that doesn’t mean the walls were soundproof.

“Eren, please. We can’t,” tears well in your eyes, hating your body for being so fucking submissive to him. A trader.

“We can’t. Yet your fucking my face like we can,” he chuckles, the sound so deep it makes your skin crawl. The green-eyed bastard licks his lips, tugging you down with him, immediately pinning you down on the floor.

“You know, baby. One things for sure,” you cling to the red sweater balled into your palms for dear life, unable to change what was to happen. Neither of you wanted to. It was best to just go through with it. As he kneels behind you, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock he taps on your ass, hiking your ass up so your arch is slanted, Eren sinks into you, releasing a deep side with his head thrown back, brown hair flowing prettily. “No matter how many times we separate—your pussy remembers its home.”

You cry into your sweater as he fucked you deep, not needing to be animalistic about it, because no matter what pace he chose, the feeling of him stretching you was just enough to satisfy you. He hisses like a snake behind you, fondling your ass, infinitely enamored by the way your flesh clapped against his hips. Your whines are symphonic, surging him in like a music box. Eren leans over you, locking his arm around your neck while pressing his palm flat to the wall before you both, face between your neck, his scent intoxicating, soft hair brushing over your forehead.

“My girl,” he kisses your temple, hastening his hips as he fucked you harder, mouth wetly panting onto his forearm as your eyes roll back, biting your lip to keep your voice down, feeling yourself dripping down your inner thighs, hearing the lewd noises of your slick squelching and covering his neatly trimmed pubic hairs. You choke, palms red from how hard you dug your nails into them, his body heat on yours driving you mad. “My baby. My wife.”

That ruins you, and the tears flood even more. Eren promised you from your first anniversary that he would marry you. He always called you his wife, gifting you a promise ring as reassurance that he meant what he said. You still had it tucked away in your jewelry box. You found it hard to believe considering his lack of commitment, but that ring somehow always gave you hope that he’d follow through with his promise.

“I love you,” you sigh, sniffling and closing your eyes, nodding as he repeats what you say as a question, kissing your face and hugging you tighter as if you’d slip away again. Not again. You couldn’t. Not when you loved him too much. Missed him. Craved him. Needed him.

“I got you, baby. I swear I’ll do better,” and it’s genuine, the shakiness in his voice tells you so as he continues to kiss you, snuggling his face into your neck as you turn your head to press your lips to his, Eren clutching the back of your head to hold you close, gently moving his lips with yours.

He shuffles you both closer to the wall, your chest pressed to it while his free hand reached between your thighs and stroked your clit delicately with his fingers, detaching your lips as your mouth parts. You moan his name as he moves his hips, slow stroking into you, making love to you like he’s dreamt of doing for months. You breathe into each other’s mouths, his piercing eyes focusing solely on you, your pleasure, your comfort. And when you reach your high, he kisses you even more, whispering how much he loves you over and over.

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[girlwifteef]

"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friend dragged you to a lame party that you didn't want to go to and you end up meeting Kirk through that mutual friend. (Yes, this will be a series) (not my GIF)!

TW: Alcohol, hints of drug abuse, and language.

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

"Hmm, no." You said as you walked away from your roommate, who just so happens to be your best friend. She had asked you to come with her to a house party. She claims that her friend had gone away for awhile and she didn't want to go alone. You didn't know this person, why should you care?

"WHAT?" Your friend exclaimed at the audacity, you apparently had, when you said no. "What do you mean 'no'? Don't you have any love for me, Y/N?" Oh, here we go, you thought.

Your best friend was really the only person you felt that you could be blatantly honest with. With anyone else, you felt that you needed to conceal. If someone was being annoying you would just slowly shift away from the conversation. But with her, you could tell her to fuck off and she will for about 2 minutes and come right back with a movie in her hand for you both to watch and forget about the dumb argument. Whatever the case maybe, she's someone you can trust, though, it's obvious that she's the extrovert in your guy's friendship. Which doesn't bother you much, until she wants to take you somewhere you know you wouldn't enjoy at all. I mean, your best friend should know that you don't like party's and here she was trying to convince you to go to one. Your idea of "fun" was a little different to her definition to put it that way.

"Beck, of course I love you, but I'm not about to get out of my joggers and sweater to go to some dumbass party." You stated firmly while going back to watch "The Golden Girls" that was play on the T.V. She was not about to stop your binge watching for someone you didn't know, you thought. You chuckled as a funny scene was about to unfold and the T.V. turns off. Pissed, you slowly turn to scowl at Beck as you see the remote for the T.V. in her hand. "That wasn't very cool of you, dude." You said holding back your anger to see if your friend would explode on you first. Most of the time, you were right with that prediction.

"You know what isn't cool? You not wanting to meet new people!" Beck said raising her voice a little bit. In this case, you were semi right.

"Wh- can you blame me? People are scary and unpredictable!" You said in retaliation seemingly loosing the argument. "Plus, what if I make a fool of myself and end up drunk?" You asked. This was a real concern for you because, unlike Beck, you didn't want to wake up in the nearby ditch and stagger your way home. Where was her other friend having the house party anyway? Even worse, you wouldn't know where you would be, how far you could be from your home, and if you did get really dressed up there was no way of making it home safely in heels. Assuming that the party would end at 4 am. Well, that's what time you'd imagine it would end. You've only been to less than ten house party's, not including birthdays. You would probably be a nervous wreck the entire time as well because of the anxiety you face, you're bouncing your leg as you're talking to-

"Y/N!" Beck yelled getting your attention. "Damn girl, you've gotta get that 'zoning out' thing under control if you're gonna go with me." You looked at her confused.

"Who said I was going?" You asked a little surprised that she didn't listen to your concerns.

"I did, dumb dumb. You can borrow one of my dresses-"

"HELL. NO." You interrupted already knowing what she was trying to do. "You only own dresses that show half your ass, Beck! I'll stick with my sweats, thanks." You said pointing down to your legs as you propped them up on the coffee table.

"How rude! Mine only show a quarter! Just a peak!" Beck yelled as you walked to your room. "There will also be food there!" She stated loudly from the living room.

"Really?" You said peaking your head out confirming that you didn't miss heard her, Beck nodded with a shit eating grin plastered on her face, knowing that she had won the argument this time. Well, I guess I'm going, you thought as you closed the door. I mean, for food, you'll do anything.

"Does that mean you'll come with me?" Beck asked through the wood of the closed door.

You winced, "Yes." Cringing at your answer as you hear your roommate quite literally jump for joy; it made you laugh at her.

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Y/N!" She squealed.

"So are you going to tell me what time we should get there or...?" You said trailing off, waiting for her to finish your sentence.

"Oh yeah, it's later on tonight." She said not think twice as she walked to her room. "I'm also gonna model for you so get out here and judge me!" Beck demanded.

You groaned, reluctantly walking out of your room knowing every dress is going to be the same thing but just a different color. "Do a have to?" You asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes! I want to look nice tonight because I was told my ex was gonna be there. I want him to see how he made a terrible mistake of letting me go. So, stop being a baby and get your ass out here!" She said as the imaginary devilish horns started to grow from her head. You, again, reluctantly walk over to your couch and plopped down already wanting this "fashion show" to be over.

Later on that night:

You and Beck had finished getting ready and headed to her car. You wore your signature tight blue jeans, an Iron Maiden t-shirt, boots, and a dark blue denim jacket. Beck, on the the other hand, had made you pick a dress for her from the "fashion show" earlier. She showed off a satin blue one, then pink, and a sparkly black one. You chose the black one and she thanked you for picking the black one because she wanted to match with you. Not to mention the blood red pumps she's been wanting to wear for months now. "Beck, can't I drive us?" You asked her pleadingly to save yourself from her erratic driving style. You loved Beck but god was it terrifying to see how useless the cops seemed to you. Let's just say she deserves a lot of "traffic violations" of any sort.

"Oh come on, you love my driving." She stated flipping her straitened hair as you both walked to her red 1970 something Porsche. You gave a long sigh, praying to whatever god that could hear you; to not let them die because of Beck and her fast and pretty car. "You don't even know where my friend's place is, Y/N." Beck said in a matter of fact way.

You sighed heavily again knowing she was right and accepting defeat for the second time today. "Who is this amazing friend that you have anyway? That is just soooo much more important than my comfort." You asked with an enormous amounts of sarcasm leaving you as Beck turned on the car and cranked the radio. Black Sabbath started to play loudly.

Beck rolled her eyes as she pulled out of your guy's garage and looked over at you briefly, "It's a surprise." She said simply, thinking that was the end of the conversation.

"A surprise?" You scoffed, "I don't know where we're going, we're probably going to die before we even get there because of your driving, and now I don't know if there will be a serial killer there as well." You listed very paranoidly at Beck who was giving you a look that made you feel like a crazy person. Funny, the song Paranoid had started.

"Do you really think I would be friends with a serial killer?" Beck asked offended.

"Well I don't know! You seem to make friends everywhere you go, I just assumed!" You defended.

"Well you assumed wrong! He's in a band!" Beck gasped trying not to give away any more information about her mystery friend. "Look, you'll like him I know it, well I think you'll like a lot of people there." She said giving a reassuring smile although from your point of view it looked like she was plotting something mischievous. You looked away from your best friend and grimaced at the thought of her setting you up with someone. While Beck still had a smile on her face, she pulled onto the lawn of the loud house that was blaring music and filled with people.

"Huh, you think were at the right house?" You said turning to Beck as she turned off the car raising an eyebrow.

Beck started to laugh, "Nope, we better drive around the block to make sure." She responded cackling loudly and you joined her feeling better about going to the party with your best friend by your side.

You opened the passenger door and hopped out still chuckling at Beck's joke as she started to get out and walk towards you. She locked the door and tugged her dress to cover her butt. "I told man, you're gonna be struggling with that dress the whole night." You said shaking your head at her as she stuffed her keys in her purse.

"Whatever, we're already here." Beck huffed pulling you into the house. To be honest, you didn't think it was a house, more like a mansion. Just by walking through the front door you could see all the hallways and doors the foyer had to offer at first glance. It would have been a real sight if there weren't already bottles littering every step and already, heavily, drinking individuals stumbling as you walked by. It wasn't even 10 o' clock and there were people passed out on the couch.

You were holding onto Beck's had as she slithered through the crowd and passed the speakers. Where the hell was she going? "Beck, where the hell are you taking me?" You yelled to her but thanks to the music and drunken screams, neither of you had any hearing left. She had pulled you up the grand staircase and into a second living room by a big window. Seriously? Who needs a second living room? "Are we meeting the rich rich class? You should have told me, I would have worn something more presentable!" You said to Beck finally being able to hear you over the loud but awesome music.

"No, silly! You'll see!" She said still being mysterious.

You huffed, "Seriously, Beck, tell me what I'm doing her-" You froze dead in your tracks at who you were looking at. Well, now staring at the males sitting on the couches trying to hold your breath as you hoped it wasn't a dream. Metallica was not sitting right in front of you, it wasn't true. You couldn't believe it. You turned to Beck as she ran up to her friend, who she was most likely talking about the entire night.

"KIRK! YOU'RE BACK!" She yelled running into his arms for a tight hug as you stood there stupidly. He hugged her back and they laughed, I guess they were really good friends, you thought as Kirk put her back down.

"Holy shit, Beck! We were gone for so long but it was so fucking rad!" Kirk gushed missing his old friend.

"I know you dick! You didn't take me with you!" Beck said scolding him playfully making Kirk laugh. Huh, you thought his smile was even cuter in person then on MTV. Not that you would ever voice that opinion.

Finally stepping back to include you, she pulled you next to her and patted you on the head. "This little lady right here is my best friend, Y/N Y/L/N." Beck said as you swatted her hand away feeling the heat on your cheeks. You didn't consider yourself short or tall, you liked your height but your best friend was making you self-conscious.

"H-Hi, it's really nice to meet you." You said stretching out your hand struggling to make eye contact with the very handsome individual in front of you. You gazed up at him waiting for him to respond and a offered a soft smile.

He looked into your eyes and smiled widely admiring Y/E/C taking your hand, "L-likewise, Y/N." Kirk said breathlessly. He then softly let go of your hand and glanced at Beck then back to you, "You guys wanna see everybody?" It was almost like he was asking you more than Beck, who had answered with "Hell yeah!" then ran over to greet the bandmembers leaving you by yourself with Kirk Hammett.

"I don't want to take up your time." You smiled slightly at the guitarist hoping you were wrong for saying that.

"You're not, sweetheart. I promise" Kirk reassured you as he lead you over to were they were all sitting by holding his hand on you lower back. "Hey guys, this is, Y/N." Kirk stated keeping his hand on your back. You gave a small wave and smiled to James and Cliff as Beck was laughing it up with Lars. He had looked up to see who Kirk was talking about. Lars bounced up to his feet to shake your hand. You weren't very ready for his energy but accepted his hand as Kirk dropped his hand back to his side.

"Welcome in, Y/N! Beck's your friend right?" He asked grasping exactly who you were.

"Yup! That's me." You stated glancing over to Beck giving you a thumbs up for interacting with people other than her.

"She said you have a little social anxiety, right?" Lars asked oblivious to the sudden drop in expression on your face as he stated an insecurity of yours. You knew he was a straight-up guy but damn, you didn't know you'd be called out on at a party you didn't even want to go to anyway. So, instead of voicing your feelings, you simply nodded your head. Lars then quickly put his arm over your shoulder and dragged you away from your friend and Kirk to get drinks, "Well, I know one thing that can solve your problem, Y/N!" He yelled practically running down the stairs and flew threw the crowd on the first floor. "Hard liquor!" Lars yelled over the still blaring music and waving "jazz hands" over the Jameson in an ice bucket.

You had to ask yourself who was driving home and what will happen to you and Beck if something goes wrong. You looked at the Irish Whiskey and then looked at Lars. Your mind clouded with worries and doubts making the reason to drink make more sense. "Fuck it."

END OF PART 1

A/N: Bro. Don't ask me why I love writing about them pre-black album okay? In my opinion they fell off but to each their own. I don't know how long I want to make this one, I was thinking about doing one shots later on with different bands. I really don't know though, lmk what you think of this first after you read and I'll look into my schedule >:). ANNOUNCEMENT!!!111!!!!!1!

I do indeed do my research on characters, so if you'd like me to write about any character that you find "interesting", if you catch my drift, I will happily write for you. Just go into my profile and ask away at the top!

Okay, okay, I done rambling! I hoped you liked the start of the new series, that's all from me today! Thank you and I hope to hear from you soon ;) <3