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hanjisunglover · 4 months

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001. 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

MASTERLIST. ! <- 001. -> 002.

warnings: mentioning of guns and weapons, blood, reader has some PTSD, minho calls reader pet names.

words count: 3.8k

There are two types of people in the world: those who support heroes and those who believe they only bring chaos to the city.

You are not part of any of these categories. You don't care about heroes, your life in a tiny apartment in Manhattan has never changed thanks to them. Your small business as a Pizza's restaurant in one of the quietest neighborhoods of New York hasn't paid off thanks to them.

You're just there, waiting for the big event in your life. Until then? you just pass your time listening to some cheap music from your dad's radio.

"Y/n, vien qua, c'è gente!" Your father's voice wakes you up, his strong Italian accent stops your music and put your headphones down from your head, the song still playing on your phone but you can't look or stop right now. You have to go back to work.

Your family runs a little business, your father works in the kitchen - cooking pizza with the true receipt from Italy. Your mother on the other hand get ready some typical desserts, like tiramisù, panna cotta and even gelato. Your grandma stays the whole day in the same spot, with her purple shawl on her shoulders, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose, her eyes on some Hispanic soap opera and her puzzle week.

You, just work as a cashier, giving them a little help when you're off from University. You got into a really expensive place, with people that have been spoiled their entire life, you just learned in another way the meaning of money.

Your grandmother came to the US when she just turned 25, in one hand she had her suitcase, in the other one her dreams. Learning English from the scratch, with three jobs part-time and her husband with two more jobs. They had a simple, chaotic but happy life. Until your grandfather passed away, leaving your dad the small business that they started on their own after saving the few pennies set aside.

You can't actually understand why they bought the place so far away from Little Italy, closer to Time Square than the rest of the really famous restaurants. Every time you ask to your grandmother, she just justifies herself saying, "your nonno was really stubborn".

Your grandfather, really thought that was the best option, with an apartment include with the small place for the 'sliced pizza's business', enough room for you and the rest of your family.

You know the place isn't very successful, there are few regulars, just enough to make reaching the end of the month with the end-of-month expenses. You know you can't ask for too much, and your college grades must remain impeccable to continue receiving the scholarship. Everyday you think how lucky the other people are, not really knowing their story, but just the fact that during your uni lessons they can normally say things such as 'let's go to a karaoke after this', makes you jealous.

You're not popular, you're not rich. That cut a lot of your social life, but not enough to not have any friends. As you walk out the back of the restaurant to get in the cashier spot, you can see your best friend with a big smile in her face, waving at you. "Yo mama is fine as hell."

You can't contain a laugh, her obsession with milfs and girls in general always finds the way to change your mood, your hand on your abdomen makes her laugh too. "What are you looking for today?"

"Some girls to kiss, wanna be the next one?" Her cheeky pick-up lines never failed of making you smile, you start to count the price for two slides of pizza, "it's 3 dollars," she hisses as she takes out her wallet from her expensive bag, "if I really have to."

You chuckle as you grab the three banknotes from her hand, her smile makes you smile. And for a moment, you're really happy. No worries, no thoughts. For a single second, your life is not that miserable as you think.

Until.

Until you can hear screaming, glass that breaks and terrifying looks in the faces of the people that you love. You never imagined that your life can change in an amount of seconds, when you can see a dark red costume. With weapons on his back and a gun in his hand.

You are not a big nerdy, but you know for sure that this costume it's just for one person only, Deadpool. He's not a hero, he's not a villain, he defines himself to the police as 'cleaner of shit from the others'. He's basically hitman, that if he is not forced by the person from whom he takes the task, he would not kill. And inside you, as you hide behind the counter while your heart shatters your chest, your hands shaking and the blood buzzing in your ears; you pray that it will be so.

You pray that he's in the wrong place, that he's just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the direction he's pointing is in the kitchen. You feel your blood almost stop pumping in your heart, you can feel a a presence so gloomy that you can only hide more under the counter.

"No! please!" Your mother's voice wakes you up and you stand up from your spot, your best friend is taking care of your grandmother that fell from the chair, you can feel your eyes watering, but you try your best to push them back for later. Before you can even step inside the kitchen, a shotgun pierces the screams. The silence.

You never thought you could hate silence more than now, you run into the kitchen, your mother on the floor crying as your dad is moaning in pain, the chest wound fills the floor with blood. Deadpool currently cleans his gun with the towel your mother usually keeps on the counter. Tears burst and fall down your face, anger raging inside you.

"I didn't kill him." The antihero speaks as he walks past you, almost as if nothing had happened. his mask is raised to his mouth as he chews on a piece of pizza. "Easy, blondie."

The siren of the police starts to reach the place, that now is a mess. It's just about of time, and you pray every single one. The floor has pieces of glass from the windows, the chairs and tables overturned, the TV that your grandmother usually watch during the day is on the floor. Still working, shows the reporters right outside your business place, suddenly Deadpool throws one of his katanas, breaking perfectly the screen.

"Damn I always hated the reporters." His voice, it's deep, makes you shiver as you get close, but you don't reach his body because one of his guns, it's pointing at your forehead now. You stopped moving.

His chewing sounds fill the place, the only other thing that you can hear it's your dad moaning in pain and your mother crying. "Don't step too close blondie, you're gonna get hurt to try dancing with the evil."

Your breath catches in your throat when he turns his head toward you, you freeze, you can barely speak, "why did you do this? why to us?" It sounds shaky, as he gets too close for your eyes to keep on him, his cologne gets in your senses.

"I just follow work sweet thing, grow up with that." His voice sounds so mean, it makes you shiver from head to toe, you don't see his eyes, his mask drops covering his face before you could spare a few seconds off his half face. His tone becomes playful again as the police point guns at you, windows are blown up, letting the spring wind dust off the floor.

That was the first time, that you ever met Deadpool.

Lee Minho feels like heavy rain. The heavy rain after a thunderstorm, the summer rain, that gets into your bones, making you feel the heaviness of your clothes against your body, your shoes soaking wet and your hair all attached to your neck. That heavy rain. You don't know if it's because of his charm, or the fact that he doesn't let anyone get too close to him, but something in him makes you feel attracted. Since the first day of your University, your eyes were fighting you to look away from him, his features. You don't even know how his voice sounds like, not even the color of his eyes, it's the classic guy that you keep looking for in a room full of loud people.

His copper red hair that sprouts the hood of the hoodie, with a backpack on the shoulder makes its way to the corridors. He never looks at anyone in the eye, you don't even understand why he's in that institute, is difficult for you to imagine him as a spoiled child. Maybe is that the reason why you find him so charming. No one really knows how he can afford a university like this. A thing that you're sure about Minho and his student career is that he doesn't care about his grades, because he is too smart to study, he leaves the room when he feels bored and the professors never stopped him. He's just, the genius in the class, but anyone really cares, they know that he's too smart for them too. No one has ever beaten him on tests and assignments. Always on time with the deadlines, making him look almost too good that it bothers.

At least, that's what you thought, now after your father got arrested you can't even step inside a class without feeling your skin burn at the sight of the windows, scared for your life that suddenly they can break like that day. Your usual sit it's right next a big window, where your desk is with all the little draws on the top, but not today.

Not today because that seat it's already taken, taken by Lee Minho. You can feel your cheeks getting warm up, that has been your seat since the year of the semester. Everyone knows that's your seat.

"Excuse me?" You try to sound as gentle as possible as the guy that is writing in his notebook, his eyes still down, doing some tricks with the pen as he doesn't dare glancing up at you. "Sorry, uhm?"

Minho sigh as you don't move away from his side, standing right next the table that he chose, he takes a deep breath as he turns his face to look at you. It's the first time that you can see his eyes, that are a dark brown, the definition of heavy rain that you gave to him the first day that you saw him feels exactly like his eyes. Cold, his eyes are cold. "What?"

"That's my spot," you point lightly at the table, where his stuff are already placed, and Minho does not like moving around when he finds his spot. He's like a cat, it's hard to make him move from his new favorite angle of the room, "No it's mine." The whole conversation is too childish for you to talk back.

You can feel your cheeks warm up because his voice is firm, making you almost trip in your words as you turn in your feet to find another table, part of you it's a relief. Because your seat it's right beside the window, and being that close to them would make you panic, but of course; Minho doesn't know that. Or that's what you think.

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For the entire week, Minho took your spot, you didn't know why and he's not that close to anyone to actually ask and know the reason, you just.. accepted. Who are you to tell him what to do?

Every morning - you're not sure how long ago that started but however - you passed there to greet, and leave a juice jug that you bought the machines, nobody had ever approached him like this. You knew you were not special from the others, but you were pleased to see how Minho after about ten seconds that left the juice on the table, smiled by raising just the corners of the mouth. That made you feel good. The following Monday, Minho is not there, he is never late, which makes you worry. Not that you are friends or more, but that situation was created where you feel you are the duty to.. understand, to know why it is not there.

"Do you know where Minho is?" murmurs to your friends, that are just talking to each other about the last assignment that was hell on earth, your head is in your hands as you look around, your eyes are just looking for one person ad one only.

"y/n, why are you so interested in him?"

Your expression is pure surprise as you look up at your friend, "me? uh, no reason?" You can't lie when your cheeks are getting red just to think about the man that is living in your mind rent free. "you keep asking about him today! and murmuring stuff, do you have a crush on him?"

Their sudden questions makes you close yourself a little in your thoughts, is really like that?, you're not sure, you never named what you felt for Minho before. You just, let it happened, you can't control your feelings. You can hear the door slamming against the wall, shaking the windows a little and that makes you shake silently.

Minho enter into the room, surrounded by silence, no one says a single thing. 'Cause his face is covered in wounds, a split lip and a cut to his eyebrow, you feel dizzy at the sight. "What do you have to look at?"he spits out like he's surprised that everyone is paying attention to him now, they never have before.

But he's hurt, and you can't stand it, you can't stand of the sight of more people hurt. You almost jump off the chair where you're sitting, making a really high pitch sound with it on the floor, now the attention it's all around you. Your friends murmur something to convince you to sit back but you can't. Your eyes are locked in his. You can see his surprise of seeing you standing up for him even if he's not moving any muscle of his face. He knows that you care. More than everyone else.

Your walk is the only sound that the room can hear, your mind keeps whispering: don't do that, don't do that, don't do that. You never skipped a lesson, you never put yourself in trouble, you are always the perfect student. Oh, fuck it.

You grab Minho's hand, he hisses at the feeling of his hand against yours, the skin it's almost burning for the feeling that makes his cheeks red up, but he doesn't want to admit it. You guys walked out of the class, his eyes on you are making you feel so stupid right now.

"what do you think you're doing?" he mumbles letting his hand grab tighter around yours, he's complaining but he's not letting you go.

You just let yourself go to the nursing room, opening the door nd making him take a seat in one of the beds, "let, let me take a look." You try to move away from him but his hand it's still holding yours tight, your breath catches your throat as you take a deep breath, his thumb passing against your knuckles.

He lets you grab some bandages and disinfectant for the cut on his lip, you stand right in front of him, he moves his thighs spread to let you get closer. His hands finish to play with the edge of your skirt, feeling your whole body shakes a little. You can't stop yourself from crying at his injuries, your hands touch his face so gently that he's surprised too.

Minho chuckles as he looks over you his eyes are gentle, feels more warmer than the first time that they ever made eye contact, "why are you crying blondie?"

The nickname makes you chuckle, he's not gonna be the first one to call you like that, and he's never gonna be the last one. "nothing I, I don't like when people I care gets hurt," you sniff and he stays silent, you can't read his face, you never did.

"what happened? if I can ask," for the first time, Minho seems really interested in what you're about to say, so you just let your thoughts speak. "two months ago, my dad's business got under attack from a hero, he stabbed my father and then he left letting him go away with the police, seems like he had an under business with some drugs thing, not sure. I really.. didn't know that, so I don't feel totally okay in the last couple weeks."

His chuckle stops your thoughts and you raise your eyes to look at him, his lips are showing his teeth from the laugh, "a hero? no hero would do that in such a cool way princess," his voice stops before going more into that topic, noticing your confused expression, "I mean, still horrible, but he took your father for a good thing. but I wouldn't call him a hero. pff."

Minho seems almost pissed at the way that you called Deadpool, a hero, you chuckle as you move his jaw to check for other cuts or other injuries, "you seem almost a fan."

"he sounds cool, are you scared of him now?" his voice it's deeper than usual, shivers run down your spine as you stop your actions, his eyes are locked on yours as his hands slowly grab the back of your thighs. "are you scared, bunny?"

"I'm.. not."

"you sounds like," his smirk makes you swallow. He stands up and you are facing him now, well, for the best that you can due your small height. Minho walk slowly towards you and you slightly move more backward, until your back find the wall. You're fucked.

You can't properly speak when his hands travel up to your waist, designing your hips with his fingers as he presses your body against the wall harder, "you seem, scared."

"no! no I'm not.. I'm not scared." you mumble as you close lightly your eyes, he's bending slowly lower in your face, his skin smells like disinfectant, "turn on then?"

His low giggle makes you whimper under his eyes and his touch, because it's definitely a yes, he knows. He knows that his actions have a weird power over you, he suddenly moves away from your body making you whine a little louder than expected. "w-why are you teasing me like that!"

His laugh fills the room, making you blush because it's the first time that he doesn't look like an adult, he doesn't look like someone that you should be scared of. He just looks like Minho. "God you are damn cute bun."

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After that moment he got more and more relaxed, he started to ask you out more and more frequently. He also started to call and text you regularly, using the excuse to make you read his assignments, just to clarify that he didn't made any errors. He's so unaware that you know that's just an excuse to hear from you, but that started to be so normal that you forgot about everything else when Minho comes around. You feel, safe. And he started to feel safe too, he's not hiding under his hood anymore, he smile even more - but only with you, his smile shows bigger with you and your presence around. He looks so, different. He's still your heavy rain, you can't see him otherwise, but the fact that he got closer to you in such a short time makes you feel good. You're not sure to call what you started to have, but your feelings for him are strong enough to make your heart skip a beat when you're walking down the hall from the last class that you just had when his hands cover your eyes, making you jump in surprise. His chuckle reaches your ears, making you blush under his touch, you grab gently his wrists to move his hand down. "I got you again bunny."

"you always get me, min," you chuckle when the guy starts to walk right next to you, his arm around your shoulders as he smiles towards you as you both walk towards the outside, "wanna grab some dinner together?"

You sigh, shaking your head, "sorry, have to work with mom."

"oh, you guys opened the Pizze-?" He starts wondering with his words, not really sure how to really pronounce it, you chuckle as you start to speed up with you walk to pass the green light in time on the sidewalk. "it's Pizzeria, and yes we did. It's hard without my dad but, it's the best that we can do for now."

Minho nods as he walks still beside you not letting you go away from his side, his phone buzz but you're more important right now, "okay then, I'll help."

"you what?"

"h-e-l-p, is it your Italian mind not working today?" he chuckles pressing his index against your forehead, moving you backward move close to his chest. You missed the green light so you stopped walking with the other people, Minho get closer behind you, moving both of his arms on your shoulders. You're so small compare do him, he glances around, like he usually does when he's at work.

His phone buzzes again and you can feel it cause it's in his pocket against your back, "your phone."

"I heard it the first time, still not care about it." he mumbles as he leans his chin on top of your head, the action makes you blush like a teenager. He's getting so touchy in the last period that makes you feel too good to really confess it.

As you guys walk in the green light you can hear a really loud honking, you turn your head just in time before some cobwebs stop the car that was about to crash against you and Minho. Minho moves you behind himself, your tiny body almost disappear behind him.

"Are you okay?" Minho whispers as he holds your shoulders, moving slowly his hands on your cheeks, your surprise and shock stops you from moving every single muscle; you can barely nod as you feel your breath quick up.

That was the first time that you ever saw Spiderman in your life.

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 1 year

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Self indulgent Nsfw Erik Destler Post!!

Based on my headcannons

Tags(warnings????):French, stalking, Yandere Erik, clothes stealing, dacryphillia, male masturbation, desperate Erik, light overstim, light edging, Erik really needs you to fuck him senseless, modern!reader ended up in 1800s France through magic means

It truthfully hadn’t been a slow thing, Erik thought. You had shown up so suddenly through a portal in the middle of an opera practice giving everyone a fright. Many people were quick to accuse the opera ghost of trickery, however thankfully you were able to convince the managers of your innocence, and were offered to stay as long as you helped around on set. Rather unfortunately for you though, Erik had taken a special interest in you. Christine long forgotten, Erik watched how you interacted with everyone and noted just how kind and ethereal you were, and soon enough, him watching you interact with others turned into watching you during his every waking moment.

Eventually after some more stalking, Erik decides he is ready to let you meet him. Upon leaving a rabbit trail of notes detailing you on how to make your way below the opera populair, you find him standing in front of his boat, almost nervous in stature. After brief introductions you decided to talk more in-depth with the famous opera ghost, and you found yourself growing fond of him, even setting up times to visit the masked man of your own accord! As for Erik, he seemed to spiral down the rabbit hole of love faster than he ever had before. Images of you embracing him, or the two of you kissing and experiencing other romantic moments plagued him in his sleep, and when you hugged him for the first time, he officially passed the point of no return.

It started off with small things at first, taking items like hair ties, strands from your hairbrush, and even your soaps, things that you could easily brush off as simply being misplaced. Eventually though, Erik began to take larger things, like your favorite night gown, your bras, and even your favorite pair of lacey underwear. Of course you had your suspicions about Erik, but that all slipped to the back of your mind as the month of the crews biggest opera was upon you, leading Erik to where he was now.

Truly he didn’t mean to catch you while you were dressing, it was simply an accident! But here he was in your closet, the place he was just about to exit to see you before he became fully aware of the sight in front of him. Erik bit down on misshapen lip hard, hands hovering over his pants, desperate to ground himself before he lost his composure and made a mess in your closet at the sight of your bare visage. Quickly turning on his heel Erik moved the false wall that lead to his underground abode, walking as fast as he physically could without breaking into a dead sprint. Heavy pants left Erik’s mouth as he made it to his sleeping quarters, and he was sure his face was a brilliant rouge hue as he removed his mask and wig. Wasting no time Erik got on his knees and opened the top drawer from underneath his vanities mirror, pulling out a pair of your dirty lingerie and what he believed he remembered you calling a ‘hoodie’. Quickly yet gently, he placed the clothing articles onto his sheets as he stripped himself bare and clambered back onto his bed. Rolling over to the side, Erik quickly snatched up one of your pillows he stole as well as your lingerie. Eriks body was practically in up in flames as he let his fantasies take over; your body positioned above his hips as you lowered your top half to kiss him passionately, the way your pussy would rub up the length of his cock to tease him as you smiled into the kiss. Eriks neck was just waiting for you to mark him up, he thought to himself, for your lips to suck on his skin and your teeth to play with him as you saw fit. Deciding he needed to be completely surrounded by the closest thing he could get to the real you, Erik hastily shoved your stolen hoodie over his gangly body as he had seen you do so many times before.

Grasping at your lacy underwear and raising the article to his mouth and nose, Erik took several deep inhales while his free hand roamed over pale flesh, massaging circles into his hips as they jutted into the air uncontrollably and his back arched, desperate for your soft touches. He wanted you so, so badly, wanted your hands all over his body and your lips on his as he made you feel good in anyway you wanted. Low and high pitched moans alike spilled from Eriks mouth as he began to lick and suck on the fabric of your underwear, wishing it was you he was mouthing at. Closing his eyes Erik imagined you there with him in that moment, cooing at him and calling him a good boy for eating you out so good, the way your thighs would wrap around his head and squeeze as he pushed you over the edge, how absolutely delicious you would taste as Erik pushed his tongue as deep as he could inside of you to desperately drink down your orgasm while you lovingly caressed his face. Eventually his free hand began to palm at his erection roughly causing his moans to increase as beads of precum dripped down his cock onto his stomach and the hem of your hoodie. Desperate cries of your name spilled from Eriks deformed mouth as he brought himself to the edge, teasing and tugging at his cocks head just like he imagined you would, only to pull back abruptly, practically mewling at the loss of touch. “ Mon a-ange, I need more! Please, please, p-please, oh- it feels so good, I-I feel so good! Please touch me more, please!” At those words Erik scrambled to grab at your pillow before pulling it as tight as he could to his body, his cock snuggly positioned in between his stomach and the satin case. Letting out needy whimpers and whines, Erik began to grind against your pillow rapidly while your name fell from his lips like a prayer. Images of you on top of him sent Erik’s mind absolutely reeling, he could practically taste your lips on his and feel the way you would clench around him as you reached your own climax. “Please, I-I-I- hmnnh- I’ll b-be, ahh- I’ll be so good for you, mmm-!!” No sooner had those words left Eriks mouth, Erik orgasmed hard as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. “ Merci! Merci, mon cheri! Please keep going! I feel so good, I feel so good!! Je t’aime, je t’aime, j-je t-t’aime!!!” Erik couldn’t help himself as his speech slurred and stuttered with the overwhelming amount of pleasure assaulting his senses, and yet all he did was hold your pillow tighter and grind even faster as teardrops fell from his glassy eyes. He wanted you here with him right now! Wanted you to use him for your pleasure and tell him he was doing so good for you! Erik needed you to kiss him till he was breathless and fuck him dumb, marking him with your lips all over his body! He needed you to tell him in between moans how much you loved him, how he belonged only to you, and that you would never leave him for anything! “Im yours!! Im all yours, mon ange!!! Please orgasm for me please, please, please!!!! Use me, tell me I’m yours, mon ange please!!!” More tears slipped down Erik’s face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and with a final broken high pitched moan Eriks hips stuttered as cum once again splattered onto your pillow and his lower abdomen. After a few seconds of calming down Erik rolled to his side and grabbed a fresh pillow, and gently maneuvered your hoodie from his body onto it with the grace of someone handling a priceless artifact. “Je t’aime, mon amour. I hope that someday this will be real….. je t’aime.” Erik kissed the pillow that was wrapped in both your hoodie and his arms before finally drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face and you in his dreams.

#yandere Erik destler #yandere poto #erik destler x reader #erik destler #phantom of the opera #smut #yandere

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genericpuff · 7 months

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Hope you don't mind my asking but do you mind elaborating on why you don't like Mongie too much? I know all about why everyone dislikes Let's Play itself. There are various videos and post upon post online tearing it to shreds with criticism but I've not heard much about the creator herself like I do Rachel Smythe. Does she also run into the same issues that Rachel does or is her behavior different but equally questionable/annoying?

It's kinda equally questionable, kinda different. They both have the same issues of like, fetishizing youthfulness and creating unhealthy power dynamics. They also haven't done a great job at depicting POC in their comics, you can tell they're written by white women who don't understand other cultures but are trying to make their series more "progressive" by including stand-ins for representation.

That said, considering Let's Play is set in a real world setting, the POC characters (and the casually racist issues in their writing) are a lot more obvious than in LO (where you have to know the context that the neon-colored nymphs are based on POC to really realize that they're lower class POC people who are getting the shit end of the stick from the rich upper class main protagonists).

And I don't even mean in the usual "there aren't any POC in this comic" or "the POC in this comic are stereotypical/poorly written", I mean in the sort of white-victim-complex "I added in other ethnicities and people got mad at me anyways so what more do you want!" kind of way (paired with the "they're poorly written and stereotypical" aspect).

Dean is a good example of the stereotypical designing and writing, IIRC he's a Hispanic man but he's written like some Spanish soap opera character who flirts with every woman he sees and always has rose petals falling around him.

Even in that sentence he says "part Asian" which is weird because he's looking for Marshall who's supposed to be his best friend and it's been established in the comic that Marshall is half-Japanese, but that brings us to the other instance of mongie being casually (if not directly) racist and even more so than with Dean...

Apparently mongie thought it was a good move to say that it was "more inclusive" to make Vikki only vaguely Asian. Which is just... so not true LOL Asia is an entire continent made up of MANY different cultures and ethnicities and so generalizing all of them to just "Asian" is not a great take from someone who's trying to seem "more inclusive".

But of course, when her community called her out on this and asked her to elaborate, she and her mod team basically dug their heels in and made up excuses that made mongie out to be a victim instead of just acknowledging she made an error that didn't connect well with members of her audience.

And theeen in comes mongie ready to torch the place. Note that up until this point, it's basically been her mod team speaking up on her behalf and giving her benefit of the doubt, so when mongie DID get her chance to speak, she jumped right to:

"FINE, SHE'S HALF CHINESE HALF KOREAN THEN, STFU AND STOP ANALYZING ME WHEN I INCLUDE CHARACTERS FROM RACES THAT DON'T ALIGN WITH MY OWN !!!" (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ is very much the vibe people got from this, understandably so. It's also odd (and extremely privileged) for her to say that she'd "rather focus on a character's personality and not their race" because it's very "I don't see color" which has been proven to be counterintuitive to understanding and celebrating different races.

And then we get a lot of self-victimizing "well I can't win no matter what so you people are ungrateful and actually it's MY feelings that are hurt" excuses:

Again it's weird because she had NO problem specifying that Marshall was half-Japanese and she didn't make him into any sort of weird stereotype like she did with Vikki. So I don't know why she's having such a hard time grasping that being vaguely Asian for Vikki isn't inclusive.

Although, let's be real here, the only reason Marshall is half-Japanese at all is because he's a self-insert of Markiplier, a half-Korean Youtuber who mongie apparently worked for on payroll as a graphic designer prior to Let's Play. Which is just a whole layer of ick that I think surpasses even Rachel Smythe and Mads Mikkelson. Like the Rachel and Mads thing is definitely creepy and weird because she's literally drawn herself - an adult woman nearing her 40's - being swept off her feet by a smoochy-faced Mads. But at least she didn't work for the guy or ever interact with him directly like mongie did with Markiplier. That's a whole separate level of "ew".

That said, mongie continues:

Which is just such a half-assed non-apology. Not "I'm sorry for misrepresenting a culture" or "I'm sorry I didn't do proper research", but "I'm sorry people think I'm being insensitive or that they need specific representation in my work that I'm claiming to be representation to be good". Completely shifting the blame from herself onto her audience for not being happy with the bare minimum that she gave them.

There's more though. Probably one of the worst parts and it's not even her, but one of her mods:

The fact that this is one of mongie's mods telling mongie's audience that her feelings - as a white woman who's just legitimately patronized her audience - are more valid than the people whose feelings were hurt by mongie being so insensitive... it's a real gross move and I can't believe they even pulled that.

Oh, and of course, as people like this tend to do, she goes on about "cancel culture" and how "terrifying" it is to her and then comes up with some imaginary scenario where a kid pays a hitman to kill her ?? as a defense for herself that really just further victimizes herself over her own misled actions ??

And this is something mongie does a lot, at least in this instance - she comes up with justifications for her decisions based on completely imaginary scenarios that she came up with and assumed, rather than just, idk, doing her research and being open to learning new things about cultures she's clearly not educated on. Shit like "well if I do xyz you'll be mad at me anyways so fuck you!"

When in reality? No one would have been mad at her if she didn't have any non-white characters in her comic. Would readers be disappointed? Probably. But - and I can't speak for everybody out there obviously so this is just my opinion - I know I'd much rather representation from someone who wanted to represent my respective groups and identities and put love and effort into it, than get it from someone who was just doing it because they made up a scenario in their head that they would be cancelled for not doing it. No one really has any tangible ground to stand on if they get mad at you for writing a cast of all-white characters you wanted to write, there are plenty of webtoons like that on the platform. We do need more stories that uplift and represent POC voices, but it shouldn't be from white victim complex people who only do it to virtue signal and ensure they don't get "cancelled". You know what WILL get you cancelled? Attempting to write other ethnicities and racial groups purely based on stereotypes for the sake of "representation" and then getting mad when people ask you to be a little more specific than "Asian".

Oh yeah, and then have your mods censor/delete any mentioning of educational resources regarding Asian cultures, and then essentially dox one of your community members by revealing their Twitter to the entire Discord group to boot!

oh boy mongie, if you think THAT'S drama, wait until you see the shit I do here LMAO

#so yeah that's the tea on mongie #don't write characters outside of your own worldview if you aren't prepared to do the research #it's OKAY if you're white and only familiar with writing white characters #just don't go writing POC or other ethnicities and then acting like a martyr over it when people call you out for it being badly done #bare minimum stereotypical vague representation is just as harmful as no representation #webtoon critical #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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youllallriseintheink · 8 months

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What would it be like for the Pokemon villains to live with each other for months?

Oh, boy, these are always great! So, here’s the scenario: due to some sort of mad science gone wrong, Giovanni’s mansion has been teleported onto a desert island along with all the Pokémon villains. Estimated time before Colress (whose fault this is, naturally) can get them back: three months. This is not gonna be a fun time for most of them.

Giovanni: It’s his house, his rules, and his responsibility to keep these idiots from killing each other or going insane. One such method of establishing some familiarity between them is that twice a week, one member of the group has to spend the evening teaching the group about a skill or subject. He also set up a “scream room” where a person can vent their frustrations to a camera and/or hit punching bags, or a pair can go to physically fight and/or yell at each other. It has thick walls and a schedule. He is so ready for this to be over.

Archie: is hands-down the most popular person there. Lusamine relies on him. N and Guzma like him. He’s good company, good in the kitchen, and just generally is making the best of this. Before the end of the three months, he and Maxie have broken up, reconciled, and gotten back together thrice, used the scream room for couples disputes eight times, and many of the other villains are calling their relationship “the soap opera.”

Maxie: The stress of the situation is grating on him. Alternates between being annoyed with how freakishly well Archie is handling this and being glad he has him. During their “on” periods, he’s also happy to be Archie’s safe haven (even Archie finds this place kind of crazy). Helps out in the lab where he can and spends a good deal of time outside to help keep his sanity. This does not always work. Frequent user of the scream room.

Cyrus: This place is chaotic. These people are idiotic. This may be the most unpleasant place he’s been in his adult life. Spends a great deal of time in the lab, either on his own or with Colress, in attempt to expedite things. If he isn’t there, he’s probably cloistered somewhere he won’t be found. Avoids Lusamine and Ghetsis like the plague. By the end of the twelve weeks, he has a reputation as the resident cryptid and the others have figured out that he can be goaded into extra chores or work tasks if it means he can skip group activity.

Volo: this is the time of his life. Everyone there that has researched a legendary, owned a legendary, met a legendary, or been within twenty feet of a legendary is getting interviewed at least once but probably several times by him. Some love it, at least at first. Some want him to shut up and take a long walk off a short pier. He’s trying to be pleasant, but ultimately if he’s interested in more information, he’s getting it from you. Maybe he’ll give you a gift for your trouble afterwards.

Ghetsis: After his first “I hate N” speech, much of the house became… less than favourable towards him. He and Guzma are no longer allowed to be alone in the same room after an incident left them both needing medical attention. Cyrus is no longer allowed to fix everyone's coffee after he dumped salt in Ghetsis’ twice. And there are several other rules made to essentially grant him protective custody. Generally speaking, Ghetsis is a terrible roommate who expects everyone else to cater to him. He’s earned almost everyone’s ire by the end of their stay, to the point where Giovanni was tempted to lift the rules meant to protect him. Frequently uses the scream room for rambles about N and complaints about the others. Absolutely horrified by the effect this event is having on N.

N: After Ghetsis’ first “I hate N” speech, he suddenly acquired two new dads (Archie and Maxie) and two new brothers (Guzma and Piers). Even Giovanni has become protective of him and has given him a talk on how Ghetsis is using him and nothing he’s said is true. The group activities are helping to broaden his very narrow horizons, he’s meeting lots of new people (even if a lot of them are various shades of evil) and he can always slip off into the woods if he wants to be alone. He’s having a great time. He understands the frustrations of others, but honestly he’s more worried about returning to his old life- sadly, this is a big improvement to it.

Colress: since he’s charismatic and more importantly their ticket out, the others treat him nicely even though he put them in this situation. Uses this period to look for a safety net for if he’s ever in need of a place to go post-Team Plasma. Gets into Lusamine’s, Lysandre’s, and Cyrus’ good graces and spends a good deal of time attempting to get to know them better to decide which he’d prefer. Lusamine is glad to have an ally. Lysandre likes him just fine. Cyrus thinks he’d be a good addition to Team Galactic but also wishes he and Volo would go pester each other and leave him alone.

Lysandre: there’s no sense panicking over this. Is polite to everyone and doesn’t talk about the unworthiness of the poor unless it’s with someone he’s sure will agree with him. Attempts to do some networking, and get himself some trade partners and allies with the assorted wealthy people there. He’s generally decent company even though he can’t wait to get away from some of these peasants. *coughGuzmacough*

Guzma: He trusts Plumeria to hold down the fort in his absence, so this is just a luxury vacation if you think about it. Plus, he gets to meet his favourite Galarian musician. He’s the reason behind a lot of Giovanni’s rules (take your physical fights outside or to the scream room, stop leaving your dirty socks everywhere, no loud music after 11 pm, and for the love of God your goliscopod cannot fix his own breakfast, get him out of the kitchen). Attempts to teach the group breakdancing when it’s his turn to teach, disregarding that most of the group would injure themselves trying to do that. Gets on everyone’s nerves by showing no one the reverence they think they’re owed, which he’s proud of. Spends time with Piers, tries to teach N how to live, and avoids Lusamine like the plague.

Lusamine: was separated from nihilego when she ended up there. The nihilego poison withdrawals were terrible at first, causing her to have wild mood swings and erratic behaviour. A few of the others (especially Archie) are able to help her through it, and within a few weeks, she was feeling clearer-headed than she had since she met nihilego. Even after that, though, she struggles to connect with the other villains due to the bad first impression. She’s anxious to get home, patch things up with her children, and undo her ills. It’s not a fun time for her.

Rose: Oleana is able to handle everything while he’s away, so once he’s come to terms with the fact that he’s surrounded by evil people with no way to do anything about it, he basically treats it like a vacation and is very go-with-the-flow about it. Generally one of the more popular and liked people there, a lot of people come to him to feel like they're talking to someone sane for once. Tries to recruit N as a new potential champion multiple times only to have one of his new fathers or big brothers guide him away.

Piers: spends a lot of time alone, playing music and worrying over how Spikemuth and his little sister are coping with his sudden absence. Also spends time with Guzma, who is a big fan of his music, and N, who is a nice kid and clearly needed the support. Wonders what the hell he did to end up here with all these evildoers.

Penny: After the initial panic wore off, she’s content to just sit back, be unnoticeable and take as many pictures, videos and notes as she can. Her friends, the true crime fandom, and the international police might call it fake, but you never know, and she’s going to have so many stories to tell.

#pokemon #rocket boss giovanni #magma boss maxie #aqua boss archie #galactic boss cyrus #volo #plasma leader ghetsis #pokemon n #colress #flare boss lysandre #lusamine #skull boss guzma #chairman rose #gym leader piers #penny #pokemon villains #thanks for the ask

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Hi! I was wondering if i can request where y/n is dating roman and she’s a face, she’s in a match and she gets serious injured and roman gets very worried but she then ends up okay with fluff at the end? (sorry if that made no sense) ty!

BACKLASH, roman reigns.

warning: curse words, shitty description of action, blood, violence

tags: YES MORE STAGE NAMES SORRY, made-up events, fluff!!!!

summary: lovers to enemies but make it a fight

"AND i'll see you at wrestlemania, baby." you dropped the mic. the crowd cheered, waiting for your boyfriend's response. nothing came out of your mouth. the two of you had a stare down, totally in character. "then it's settled, roman reigns against stage killer for wrestlemania!" the announcer yelled. who would've thought the power couple of the industry was up against each other.

the camera stopped rolling and you were out of your character. going back to the clingy girlfriend you were. "baby!" you jumped on his back as soon as you got backstage. "can you believe it? wrestlemania?" you giggled in excitement. "i'm gonna beat your ass, you know that right?" "i’m gonna beat your ass!”

the moment you got back to your place, you immediately went to take a shower. work was never boring for you, you got to work with your boyfriend and his cousins–so it was quite exciting to see what the industry had for you. after showering, you laid on your bed, trying to close your eyes. but before you knew it, roman was already right next to you. "baby, you're not gonna shower?" "i was going to, but you went ahead of me." he joked.

morning came by and your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. damn, up and early for a morning run, you thought. you were wrong, he was in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of you. "morning." you greeted him with a kiss on his forehead, trying your best to reach his height. "morning baby, breakfast will be ready in 5 minutes. turn on the tv for me, please." you nodded and went to the living room.

"you heard it right, the power couple will face each other in wrestlemania!" the match had everyone talking. you chuckled as you switched the channel. "when do you wanna go over the choreography?" you asked him. "what?" he couldn't hear you. "i said when do you wanna go over the choreography?" "what?" at this point he was messing with you. you only groaned in response. "we'll go over it the day after tomorrow, let's just chill for a bit."

the build up for the fight was insane. even your families couldn't believe that you were pinned against each other. your mother called, asking if you had relationship problems with roman. you brushed it off, telling her it was all an act. the entire 'lovers-to-enemies' plot was a good idea to bring more depths into your storyline. being a face with your boyfriend as the top heel was complicated on live television. people were rooting for you to join the bloodline, some were rooting for the bloodline to turn face–needless to say, the two of you were the talk of the town.

behind closed doors and all the soap opera-coded romance, the two of you were actually so in love with each other. you had been dating for 5 years. your debut and his debut were in the same era, causing you to meet him in every reading and practice. the two of you immediately hit it off when he realized that you were practically living in the same neighbourhood.

gym sessions turned to dates, running together turned to grocery shoppings for your household, and friends turned to lovers. you loved every single little thing about him; how he drank his morning coffee–slightly sweeter than yours, how he dropped whatever was in his hands–to catch you, how he held you higher than any title that he has. out of all the belts and titles he owned, you were his prized possession, his true win in life.

and the same goes for you. he loved every single little thing about you. you never thought that you'd end up with one of your closest ring partners. the love that you had for each other was indescribable. "hey, baby." he greeted you, scooting closer to your body. "hey." you replied. "you ready to go over the script?" he raised an eyebrow. "hell yeah."

the big creative boss, triple h, was the reason why you were doing this entire 'lovers-to-enemies' gimmick. he wanted people to stay invested, rather than just fawning over the perfect love story you had. at first, roman and you thought it was a joke. it wasn't a joke at all. as much as you wanted to cling on roman and make him break character by your flirtings, it was quite interesting seeing this 'evil' persona of your boyfriend on stage.

the plan for wrestlemania was laid in front of the two of you from months ago. it was going to end with you winning. you wanted a change and the industry brought it to you. "so roman, what do you want to talk about?" the other wrestlers in the arena laughed at your joke. "hey that was my line!" cody complained from outside the ring. "sorry, just had to!" you gave him a thumbs up.

everyone was doing their job, you could see the sound guy adjusting the volumes of the speakers, wardrobe crews running to the backstage, you felt peace in the ring–not knowing what was coming for you. you dropkicked your boyfriend's chest, avoiding several spots. he flew back, hanging on the ropes. "that was great!" he smiled at you. "learned from the best." practice continued for the two of you.

roman was sitting in front of you, waiting for you to finish your makeup. he finished putting on his gear, his iconic red gloves and an ula fala around his neck. he was playing with his phones, replying to messages from his family and friends, wishing the two of you good luck for the show. "do you think cody will be using all his pyro tonight?" you asked him a question. "the ground will shake when he goes out." you applied your signature lip color, bloody red, contradicting to the blue gloves you had on your left arm.

people started to notice that the two of you had similar gears, the red and blue dividing you from being one. "and you're done!" the makeup artist said, excusing herself from the scene as she didn't want to bother roman and you. "you look beautiful, baby." he complimented you. "and you don't look too bad yourself, reigns." roman rolled his eyes. he took out his phone from his pocket and snapped pictures of you. "turn around, i'm gonna show everyone my girl." oh, he was very cheesy, you thought.

the crowd was ecstatic for the main and last event. the nervousness you had inside yourself was gone, replaced with adrenaline. "GOOD LUCK (Y/N)! GOOD LUCK ROMAN!" the locker room was hyping you up for the match. "MAIN EVENT, BABY!" you shouted, earning several whistles from your fellow wrestlers. "(l/n) up in 5, reigns up in 10!" one of the crew opened the locker room, only to be greeted by the superstars being loud and rowdy. "ALRIGHT, SEE YOU ALL IN A BIT!"

roman and you walked hand-in-hand, savouring the moment before going out. right when the two of you got near the entrance, your steps stopped. "fuck." you muttered, scanning the crowd. "it's going to be amazing, baby." he kissed your forehead, calming you down. "i'm okay!" you smiled at him. you had a ritual together where you prayed in silence before going out. you heard your theme song started to play, the crowd singing along to it.

"kill the stage, baby." like your stage name, the stage killer–you were going to kill the stage.

as you walked the long path filled with fans, you were making a grand entrance with all your pyro and charisma. you ran and slid your body inside the ring, giving your signature pose. the crowd was still singing along your entrance song, pumping you up with adrenaline and love. as soon as your song stopped, you took the time to wave at some fans. you were ready to face your boyfriend, no matter what it takes.

"and her opponent for tonight, accompanied with his wiseman and solo sikoa, roman reigns!" you were on the opposite side of the ring, clearly making eye-contact with him as he walked down the aisle. you couldn't help but to feel slightly intimidated by your boyfriend's cold gaze. you gave him a quick wink, sticking to the true nature of your character, a flirt.

the two of you had a stare down for a couple of minutes, asserting your positions. "we can see here that the tension is crazy. going from lovers to enemies, the adventure leads to this very moment right here. it's history." the commentator said to the microphone. you smirked as he took off his ula fala.

with that, the bell rang and the fight was on.

like practice, roman lunged first, trying to get you on your back. you ran to him, knocking him out with your forearm. "a full-blown upper arm shot from killer! what a shot!" the commentator said. "and reigns is getting up on his feet!" you saw roman slightly nodding at you, ready for the next move. "reigns spears killer to the pole!" you landed on the least dangerous side of the pole. with all of your energy, you stood up, cracking your knuckles.

the entire match seemed like you were dancing inside the ring with your boyfriend, people were satisfied with the moves the two of you pulled. your quickness was the only thing that roman didn't have. you were light on your feet, dodging every attack perfectly. sooner or later the final move came and you were supposed to attack him with his move, the superman punch. when you first read the script, you laughed. how ironic, you thought. you gripped the ropes as tight as you could, wanting him to hit the ropes when he attacked you before the final move.

but all the sudden, your visions became hazy as one of the ropes accidentally snapped on your back, causing some backlash. the ropes brushed against your back–a loud snap was heard from the ring. roman's eyes flashed with worry. "you hear that? the rope just snapped! is killer getting up?" you almost stumbled upon your own legs, but you had to give people a great show. you shook your head and put up your iconic fighting stance.

you had to give them your all, but you didn't expect a botch in the middle of the fight, and it wasn't even your fault. you started to notice that the cut was very deep as you felt blood dripping down your back. this wasn't how you imagined your match would end. roman hesitated a bit when he wanted to spear you again before you counter it with a superman punch. "DO IT, REIGNS!" you yelled at him. he saw the determination in your eyes, your lips were pale, but your eyes were still full of life.

"REIGNS IS TAKING HIS STANCE TO SPEAR KILLER, WITH HER BLEEDING HER BACK OUT... IS THIS LOVE?" the crowd went silent for a bit, anxiously waiting for your next move. in a blink of an eye, the spear was countered by a superman punch, leaving roman in the middle of the ring, gasping for air. you quickly got down and locked his legs in between your head, slowly feeling more blood coming out of your injury. you didn’t even realize that your forehead was kind of bleeding too. it was blood all over the ring. the referee came in an counted down with the crowd.

and in a second, you won. "AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION, THE STAGE KILLER!" you let go of roman's body, kneeling down next to him. the referee helped you on on your feet, giving you the belt. "paramedics needed. paramedics needed." the commentators mouthed to the stage crew. you were crying and you didn't know if it was because you just gave the best performance in your career or because of the stinging pain on your back.

everyone cheered your name and you were practically trying your best to stand up. paramedics arrived, but you shook your head, wanting to stay longer inside the ring. "(y/n), baby. please go." roman's eyes was still filled with worry. "i- i'll be okay, baby." you stuttered. the more you stumbled on your own feet, the more you were convinced to leave the ring. you got down, paramedics helped you out of the way. "we love you (y/n)!" "you were so cool (y/n)!" the noises soon fade away as darkness consumed your vision.

backstage was a mess. people were waiting for the paramedics to say that you were clear to go. your fellow wrestlers already had plans for your celebration, but things went downhill. roman was just sitting in front of the medical room, his legs trembling from anxiety. "dude, she'll be okay, she's suffering from blood loss." jey patted his back, trying to calm him down. "they're stitching her up, apparently the ropes malfunctioned and her back was too exposed to it." jey talked him into a sense of mind.

paramedics came out and roman immediately stood up from his seat. "is she alright?" the question had been roaming around his head. "she's awake now, had to stitch her up. she lost a lot of blood because of the incident, but she's okay. she's asking for you." roman nodded and entered the room. you were lying on your stomach. "hey baby, look. i got stitches!" roman couldn't help but to laugh at your positivity.

you saw his expression and it was still the same from earlier, he was worried. "come on, baby. don't be worried, i'm okay. it was just blood loss." you nagged. "how can i not be worried, you were bleeding your ass off and you still wanted to continue the match? you could've asked me to end it quickly." he said. "and let everyone down? you know i wouldn't do that... please don't worry too much about me." roman shook his head.

"baby..." roman softly spoke. "of course i'm worried. i love you and i don't want anything to happen to you." he confessed. "i know baby, but i'm fine now. and i'm the universal champion, i have nothing to fear." you pushed your body up, trying to sit down with the fresh stitches on your back. "you're amazing, love. i'm so proud of you. my girl, a universal champion?" he smiled and you could feel butterflies in your stomach. no matter how hard it got, you knew that by just seeing his smile, things would be alright.

losing was not a bad thing, roman thought. seeing you all jolly and excited over your new title got him smiling again. he was so lucky to have you in his life. "i love you." "and i love you too."

he remembered something. "oh and when you're ready to go out please don't mind everyone, they're too excited and worried at the same time. they have your favorite ice cream and lesnar got some balloons for you." "AW HELL YEAH, LET'S GET OUT!"

a/n: hii! hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it bc its my fav one so far,, reminder that requests are always open! (pssttt... someone pls request a cody fic i want to write him)

#roman reigns #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #wrestling #cody rhodes #brock lesnar #jimmy uso #jey uso #solo sikoa #the bloodline #bloodline imagines

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shelbystales · 9 months

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Best Aid - Part Five

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing,

A/N: Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much. Tell me if you ant me to tone down the medical stuff.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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You were on your way to your brother's house to pick up your mom. You managed to buy a car, not with the help of insurance, of course.

"Hey, momma," you greeted her with open arms as she walked out the door with your brother, "how you doin'?" you asked, hugging her.

"Good, my love," she replied with a smile. She seemed well, with rosy cheeks and wearing a cute blue floral dress.

"What's up?" you greeted your brother with a hug, "how's everything?"

"All good. She's feeling a bit fancy today. Keeps insisting she's going on a date," he shrugged, and you smiled.

"Cute. I'll bring her back in the late afternoon, alright?" you asked, and he nodded.

You and your brother aren't super close. You get along well, but you're not best friends. In fact, you're not very close to any of your siblings. Over the years, you've all gone your separate ways, naturally growing apart. It's just the way life goes if you don't make an effort.

You took your mom for a coffee at the botanical garden and took a stroll with her. She delighted in a pistachio ice cream and was enchanted by the thousands of different flowers.

She seemed to be in good spirits, with some minor memory lapses, occasionally asking where this beautiful place was, but nothing too concerning. Nothing that indicated her Alzheimer's condition was worsening. she was at the beginning of the disease, you and your siblings discovered her alzeimer less than six months ago. You quickly pulled some strings and put her on an innovative treatment at your hospital that promised to delay the effects a little. So far it seemed to work, the disease was progressing slowly.

You both sat on a bench near an artificial pond teeming with fish. You picked up some seeds from the ground and handed them to your mom to throw into the water. Each seed hitting the water and capturing the attention of the fish brought a joyful laugh from her.

Something people don't talk about much is how some elderly folks, at a certain point, become reminiscent of children. They start to live a lighter, happier, and carefree life.

"How's your life, daughter?" she surprised you with her question.

"Good," you smiled.

"When are you gonna introduce me to that boyfriend of yours?" she asked, making you laugh.

"What boyfriend?" you asked, and she didn't respond. She gazed into the horizon as if searching for the answer, but it wasn't in sight. To avoid her getting frustrated, you changed the subject, "You know, there's a guy I thought might be interesting to pursue, but I've changed my mind, Mom. Too much work," you chuckled.

"Oh yeah. Love truly is a job. It takes time and a lot of effort," she spoke, returning to her normal tone as if nothing had happened.

"I know, I don't think I'm ready for that," you said, and she smiled at you.

"We're never really ready. And that's why it's so good. Imagine being ready for everything. Life would be so monotonous... so boring," her words made more sense to you than ever.

"Momma, you're so wise, you know that?" you smiled and hugged her affectionately “I love you”

“I love you too, honey,” she said giving light taps on your back.

During lunchtime, you took her to her favorite restaurant, not that she remembered that detail. After lunch, you headed to your house, and she comfortably dozed off on your bed while watching a soap opera, Ozzy sleeping snuggled at her feet. He liked her.

Taking advantage of her nap, you grabbed your patient records and began reviewing the files of the patients scheduled for your upcoming shift, as usual.

On the other side of town, Thomas was deeply immersed in the battle against the Italian mob.

He had found himself entangled in a war that seemed to have no end in sight.

Thomas Shelby, was known for his cunning tactics and unyielding determination, and he knew how to navigate a world where loyalties shifted like sand and trust was a rare commodity.

The Italian mob, equally fierce and calculating, was proving to be a formidable adversary. One that he should fear since they had no limits.

Just this week they tried a deathly attack on his younger brother John. That didn’t go well for the mob. John pulled a Houdini act and got out of dodge. Giving Thomas a small win or rather not giving a loss.

Now Thomas had to think about his next moves, but the only thing in his head was you and your fucking safety. He had put two men to watch you at every hour, 24/7. If you ate a fly he would know, if you hiccuped he would know.

He didn’t want you to pay for his mistake. He couldn’t have that.

But there was something more to it, something more to you that he couldn’t quite understand yet. In the middle of all the chaos in his life, you felt like a piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit. And it was driving him nuts.

"Tommy," Arthur asked, stepping into his brother's office. "We're ready," he said. Tommy nodded and got up to follow his brother to the meeting room, where they were about to have a family meeting.

"Glad to see you in one piece, brother," Tommy said, embracing John.

"Me too," John replied with a smile.

"Alright," Tommy said, taking a seat. "We need to establish a few things today. First off, personal security. Everyone's already got bodyguards, I made sure of that. Don't worry, they're paid not to be seen. Also, don't leave the house without letting someone know. You can either message the family group or someone directly. The Changrettas aren't messing around, and they want our blood."

"And whose fault is that?" Polly asked confrontationally.

"You really want to go there?" Thomas asked seriously. "Because as far as I know, the death of his father worked out pretty well for you, Poll."

"It had to happen," Arthur chimed in with the facts.

The feud between the Shelbys and the Changrettas had been brewing for a long time. They were at each other's throats over territory last year, though it hadn't yet turned into an all-out war. The Changretta patriarch had been growing more brazen and greedy, pushing boundaries with each passing day.

Polly owns a five-star hotel in the city center, and on numerous occasions, he would get drunk and create scenes in the hotel lobby. And it often got to the papers and her clientele would drop like crazy for the following weeks. His fixation on her, driven by an unreciprocated affection, only intensified the animosity

Last year's territorial dispute had been a warning sign, a foreshadowing of the chaos that was about to unfold. The Changretta patriarch's audacity had only fueled the fire

But the breaking point came when he attempted to assault Lizzie, Thomas's assistant. Yes, she used to be a prostitute in the past, but that doesn't give any man the right to violate her. Besides, Lizzie has been Thomas's steady affair for years.

Polly crossed her arms defensively. "I'm not saying I'm sorry for what happened. But it could have gone another way," she retorted, her voice sharp.

"It hasn’t, Poll," Tommy replied evenly. “ We need to stay focused on what's happening now. The Changrettas are out for revenge, and they won't stop until they think they've settled the score."

"Right," Ada chimed in, her tone serious. "So what's the plan, Tommy?"

Tommy leaned back in his chair, contemplating. "We hit 'em where it hurts. We disrupt their operations, cut off their resources.”

Arthur leaned forward, his expression determined. "And we make it clear that they'll regret messing with us. We won't back down."

“How do you plan on doing that?” Polly asked, armed crossed

“We need allies” he answered

Back at your home, your mother's nap ended, and she woke up with a contented smile. You put aside your work and joined her in watching the remainder of the soap opera.

As the afternoon turned into evening, you prepared to take her back to your brother's place.

As you were dropping her off, you were invited to have dinner at your brother's house. His wife is a kind and easygoing person, sometimes even more so than he is. Spending time with them was pleasant, a change from your routine as a single woman living alone and having solitary dinners with your cat.

When you finally got home, you noticed your apartment door was open. For a brief moment, you wondered if you could have left it that way, but the voice in your head quickly dismissed that thought.

Without any desire to find out if someone was still inside, you turned on your heels and dashed back to your car. The only thing in your mind being the safety of your cat.

Doing what any normal person would, you called the police.

You quickly dialed the police and explained the situation, your heart pounding as you waited for their response. They assured you they would send officers over right away.

Standing by your car, you felt a mix of anxiety and fear, wondering what you might find inside your apartment.

Within minutes, the sound of sirens grew louder, and two police officers arrived at the scene. You explained the situation to them, your voice shaky with apprehension. They assured you that they would thoroughly check your apartment and asked you to stay outside.

As you watched them enter your apartment building, you felt a sense of unease wash over you. Moments later, they returned, confirming that there was no one inside, however, they said it seemed someone had broken in. All your things were out of place.

They said they would get the security camera's videos and find the person behind this. And they insisted you slept somewhere else.

You went back to your apartment to gather a few stuff and find Ozzy. When you walked in you were startled. Drawers were pulled open, belongings strewn across the floor, and the place that was once your sanctuary now felt like a violated space. Your pulse quickened as you realized someone had been inside, rummaging through your personal belongings.

After some searching, you found Ozzy under your stove, the poor thing was terrified.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself and ignore the rising panic. The police assured you that they would investigate the break-in thoroughly and advised you not to touch anything until they had collected evidence. "Just get what you need and leave the scene," the offcier said

Feeling a mixture of anger and vulnerability, you sat down and took it all in. You had no place to go. Yes, you could go to your brothers, but it felt like an intrusion. Feeling backed into a corner, you decided to rent a hotel room right next to the hospital. The hotel was cheap, but they had security 24/7 and cameras, which was enough for you at the moment.

The following day was intense. You had to do your rounds at the hospital but every step you took felt like you were being watched, and a sense of paranoia began to settle in. No matter where you went, the feeling of being pursued was constant, leaving you on edge.

You questioned yourself, doubting if you were blowing things out of proportion, letting the break-in get under your skin more than you should. Yet, every time you glanced over your shoulder or felt a shiver down your spine, you couldn't shake the certainty that someone was lurking out there, hidden in the shadows. It was a persistent feeling, like an itch you couldn't scratch.

As you carried on with your hospital tasks, the unease clung to you. It was as if a chunk of your normal life had been snatched away, stolen along with your peace of mind. And in your frustration, you couldn't help but lay the blame on someone: that man with those gorgeous striking sea-blue eyes. Fucking Thomas Shelby.

You cursed his name under your breath, feeling a mixture of resentment and a strange connection you couldn't quite explain. Whether or not he was truly involved, his presence had thrown your life into turmoil, first your car and now your apartment.

"Hey girl, you okay?" Jeremy asked concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, just a bit tired. A little paranoid," you replied, and he chuckled.

"Aren't we all?" he questioned, making you smile.

Jeremy had quickly become one of the most important people in your life. Your friendship was so genuine and light, something that brought you immense comfort. All you wanted was to spill the beans about what had been happening, but was it a good idea?

You soldiered on with your day and tasks, doing your best not to dwell on your life outside the hospital. By the end of the day, you felt so drained that it was as if you had worked three days straight. The truth is, when your mind is on high alert, when anxiety takes over, both your mind and body bear the brunt.

As you arrived at your hotel room and swung the door open, a man's figure seated at the foot of your bed met your eyes. With a scream, you instinctively recoiled, slamming the door shut with force. All you wanted was to run out of there, but before you could, the door swung open, revealing that the man was none other than Thomas himself.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed, pushing the door and, consequently, him. "You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

Thomas rubbed his chest, probably where you had nudged him. "You can be a real charmer, you know that?"

"Charm's not exactly my priority right now," you retorted, still reeling from the shock. Your heart is still beating a million times per second.

"What do you want?" you asked impatiently.

"Just checking up on you," he replied calmly.

"I'm great, can't you tell? Life's just great," you retorted with heavy sarcasm, slumping tiredly onto your hotel bed.

"Why didn't you tell me that someone broke into your place?" he inquired.

"Because you're the bloody reason it happened in the first place! Did that knock on the head mess up your brains? I want nothing to do with you," you stated firmly, frustration lacing your words.

"Look, I know you're angry," he began, his tone softer now. "But I'm worried about your safety. If you're being targeted, you might not be safe here. I can offer you a place to stay, at my aunt's hotel. It's secure, and you can stay there for as long as you need. No strings attached."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his unexpected offer. "I appreciate the concern," you said, your voice guarded. "But I'll figure things out on my own. I don't need your help."

He sighed his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Look, y/n. I’m not taking no for an answer. You are not safe here. It’s a fact” he said

“And why do you care?” You asked, surprised to see Ozzy climbing on top of the bed and snuggling up to you. He usually hides when people are near.

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the cat nestled against you.

"Because I've seen what happens when someone underestimates danger," he admitted, his tone softer now. "I've lost people I cared about, and I won't let that happen again if I can help it."

You were taken aback by his candid response, his vulnerability catching you off guard. It was a glimpse into a side of him you hadn't expected. As you looked at him, his expression held a mix of genuine concern and something deeper, a hint of regret perhaps.

"You can't control everything, Thomas," you replied softly, your fingers still brushing over Ozzy's fur.

He nodded, a rueful smile touching his lips. "I know. But that doesn't mean I won't try." he took a deep breath "If not for you, then do it for the cat. He deserves safety," he said, making you chuckle.

"Low blow," you quipped, stealing a small smirk from him.

"I won't bother you. In fact, if it's what you want, I will stay as far away as I possibly can. Just please accept it," he insisted, his tone earnest.

After some thought, you eventually nodded. "I don't want to see your face."

"You won't," he replied, his voice firm as if making a promise.

“Okey” you said giving in

Unbeknownst to you, Tommy struggled to suppress his own desires. While you were seated on the hotel bed, he fought the intense urge to sweep you into his arms. To just throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless. But he knew he needed to respect your boundaries, to earn your trust before making any advances.

After your last encounter with him, he noticed he skipped a few steps. He made you terrified. He made you fear for your life, and according to you, that was the reason you kissed him. And that was not something he wanted. He wanted you to desire him as much as he did you right now.

Your current vulnerability only heightened his need to keep you safe above all else, above all his wishes, holding back his desires for a future moment when you'd be ready for him.

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seafoamreadings · 7 months

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week of september 24th, 2023

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: let's just be honest, this is a romantic week for you. don't be afraid to commit if you feel a spark; your impulsive nature actually serves you here. overthinking it isn't likely to help matters. the only problem is where there is no such spark.

taurus: this hyper-venusian week gets a boost from both jupiter and mars. if you're not romantically entangled, romance yourself. actually, that wouldn't hurt even for happily partnered taureans. let it all be fun and easy.

gemini: the equinox heralds airy libra season which gives you some breezy chill oomph that you might have been missing under virgo vibes, which can feel stuffy. a full moon in your 11th house encourages you to be active in your local community; vote or volunteer or walk your neighbor's dog, whatever makes a difference.

cancerians: while it IS a romantic and spicy week, big huge cardinal-sign vibes along the libra-aries axis all throughout the week can make this period a frenzy for you. it may be fun but it's not relaxed, and this can cause such sensitive beings as yourself some emotional distress. take care!

leo: you benefit from the good fortune of others all week. furthermore the fiery aries vibes boost your philosophical and spiritual intelligence, which can help you to be your best self and live your best life.

virgo: things that have been now float away on the breeze like a last breath. it can feel mournful, intangible, and permanent. but nothing is permanent, everything only changes form, and this week is also full of joy for you. watch for it.

libra: the start of your sign's season by solar ingress is accompanied by dazzling activity of your romantic ruling planet venus. it's a beautiful time of year, if not in meteorological terms then at least socially! don't be afraid to be seen.

scorpio: this week is all about your immediate environment. the people, the community, the land you are on, your microbiomes even. be kind to nature and strangers and siblings all alike, and be ready for helpful people to enter your life in seemingly miraculous ways.

sagittarius: the last in the recent cycle of mercury-jupiter trines occurs this week. the energy allows you to profitably tap into areas of your life or the world where you normally feel out of your element. take chances and see how you're divinely supported.

capricorn: the full moon this week is over your public-private axis. most capricorns like to keep these arenas quite separate but this moon might challenge your personal authenticity and integrity; if they start to blend together, do you run to hide things?

aquarius: venus is direct, yes, but a square by her to your ruling planet uranus this week is like your own personal red flag against sudden love moves or aesthetic changes. if you go looking for drama make sure you're ready for it to backfire. soap opera life can be fun, but enough is enough.

pisces: your themes this week are all around money and partnership. this could be separately, but most likely it is all together; a shared bank account, an inheritance from some in-laws, going into business with a friend or lover. it's not off limits but proceed with great caution.

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rfsak2 · 9 months

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Y’all are the fuckin’ best. I love all of y’all so very much. Please continue to leave me comments and likes. Let me know if I can do anything for you!

Onward!

Spitfire, Pt. 3

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: violence, lots of bad language words, discussion of r*** and the a**** of children.

Part 2

Rick unrolled the small cache of weapons Carl had found the day before. “Everybody takes a weapon.”

“These aren’t the kind of weapons we need.” Andrea set a hand on her hip. “What about the guns?”

“We been over that?” Shane huffed. “Daryl, Mitzi, Rick and I are carrying. We can’t have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles.”

“It’s not the trees I’m worried about.”

Mitzi arched a brow. “Might as well be. Walkers do not think, do not strategize. We just need to stay quiet and smart. Guns are not quiet and guns in untrained hands are not smart.”

Andrea bit the inside of her cheek. “How is it smart to go out there without guns?”

Mitzi rolled her eyes. “Because you don’t need a gun for a single walker. It’s a waste of ammo. Using a knife or a machete is more practical and safer.” She turned to the rest of the group. “If you don’t feel ready to take down a walker without a gun,” Mitzi gestured around them. “Today’s the day. We can do some practical self-defense training. Practice makes perfect.”

“It’s easy for you to say we don’t need guns.” Andrea sucked on her teeth, gesturing at her suppressed hunting rifle. “You’re carrying a gun.”

Mitzi grinned. “A gun I won’t be using if we come across a single walker. Pinky promise.” She patted her hunting knife in its holster.

“That’s not all.” Shane scoffed. “Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it’s game over for all of us. So you need to get over it.”

Andrea looked disappointed, but didn’t press the issue.

“Th’idea’s to take the creek up about five miles, turn around and come back down the other side.” Daryl nodded vaguely. “Chances are she’ll be by the creek, it’s her only landmark.”

“Stay quiet and stay sharp,” Rick added. “Keep space between you but always stay within sight of each other.”

They all nodded and Shane directed people to assemble their packs while Rick turned to Dale.

Daryl crossed to the abandoned Ford pickup behind her. He tapped Mitzi’s side as he passed and jerked his chin toward the truck.

She followed, checking the clip on her handgun as she watched Andrea and Dale argue over the CDC incident.

Daryl caught her eyes and Mitzi made a face.

“What?”

She sighed and whispered so only he could hear, holstering her pistol. “Not sayin’ either of them are right or wrong. Dale needs to mind his business and she needs to stop blaming him for her not makin’ the decision she wanted to make… Regardless, I’ll be glad when the soap opera is over.”

He nodded. “Don’t trust her with a gun.” He shrugged. “Not ‘cause wanted t’off herself neither, she’s too jumpy.”

“She thinks she’s smarter than everyone else. And maybe she is, but she can’t grasp why we don’t want everyone havin’ guns. Doesn’t sound so smart to me.” She noted.

Daryl patted her thigh and moved to lead the group down to the creek.

Carl and Lori passed by her and she reached over to ruffle his hair. When he turned to look at her, she stuck her tongue out at him.

Carl smiled and stuck his tongue out at her in return.

Lori smiled at her. “You’re good with kids.”

Mitzi huffed out a laugh. “Don’t know about that.”

“No, you are. You never really interacted with them at the old camp, but I saw you playing foozball with them at the CDC. They have fun with you.”

Mitzi shrugged. “I have younger brothers.”

Lori looked shocked and, when Mitzi looked confused, she shrugged. “I’m sorry but I just- I feel horrible, I haven’t thought about your family.”

Mitzi waved her off. “Don’t worry about it. None of us have really had time to think beyond right now.”

“How much younger than you are they?”

“Davey is seven years younger, Mikey almost fifteen.”

Lori hummed. “Your parents spaced them out.”

Mitzi sighed. “I appreciate you not assumin’.” She grinned. “We had different mothers. My dad was a dick.”

Lori chuckled slightly. “Sorry.”

Mitzi made a face, dismissing the apology. “It is what it is. They were- are still my brothers.”

“Do you know if they’re okay?”

Mitzi shook her head. “When all the stuff started comin’ up on th’news, I spoke to them. Wasn’t able to get them on the phone since then. They’re with my cousin and Will’s always been somethin’ of a prepper, so I like to think they’re alright.”

Lori smiled again, nodding. “You and Daryl, yeah?”

Mitzi frowned. “Can’t be much’a surprise.”

She shook her head. “No, it wasn’t. Y’all make sense.”

“Birds of a feather and all that.”

“That’s part of it, sure. You have some similarities in temperament. You’re both very direct, willing to help.” Lori smiled down at her. “But you two seem more at ease with each other than you are apart.”

Mitzi nodded. “As at ease as you can be.”

“Well… for that matter, you both are well-equipped for this.” She made a motion around her.

“Not much of a choice.” Mitzi tsked, making a face. “Die or do not. I can say for my part, that this is exhausting. And it’s not sustainable. I’m trained to do it, sure. Spend the majority of a six or eight-month long deployment moving from place to place, hiding out in the wild, but-“ she whistled.

Lori nodded. “I agr-“

Mitzi held up a finger and pointed behind them, where Carl was speaking with Shane.

Lori reached out and motioned Carl in front of her, between her and Mitzi. “Gotta keep up.”

Carl sighed heavily. “I am.”

Mitzi glanced at Lori and then back at Shane. She caught Lori’s eye and whispered, ‘Dick.’

Lori took a deep breath and addressed Carl. “You okay?”

Carl hung his head. “I think Shane’s mad at me. Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Lori rubbed at his back. “No, honey I promise you. He’s just worried about Sophia is all. Come on.”

Mitzi nodded. “Sometimes worry makes adults jerks. Sure he didn’t mean anythin’ by it. You wanna show me your knife?”

Carl smiled up at her, passing her the little 3-inch blade Lori had let him carry. “Isn’t it cool, Ms. Mitzi?”

She nodded. “Pretty cool indeed. I’ll have to show you how to clean it later.”

Carl nodded enthusiastically and she handed it back.

“Mitzi.”

She looked up the line where Rick was motioning for her and stepped around Glenn. As she cleared Rick’s side, she saw a small tent in a copse of trees.

Daryl caught her eyes and motioned her to come closer. “Need’ya to cover the entrance as I check it.”

She nodded and passed her rifle to Rick, shooting a look at Andrea as she pulled her hunting knife from its holster.

Shane rounded the line of trees. “She could be in there.”

Daryl advanced quietly, Mitzi at his shoulder, Rick and Shane behind. “Could be a lotta things in there.”

She squatted about a foot away from the zippered door, knife in hand, while Daryl attempted to peek in the door and window.

He motioned vaguely at Rick who turned to direct Carol to call out for Sophia.

Daryl caught her eye and Mitzi raised her knife at the door when no response came.

Daryl gingerly opened the zipper, parted the flap and coughed. The smell hit Mitzi a second later.

She winced, eyes watering, but fought to keep her eyes open. Keeping her voice low, she nodded at Daryl. “Whatever’s in there is dead but it ain’t movin’.”

Daryl nodded and stepped in, emerging a moment later empty handed. “It ain’t her.”

She heard Carol’s relieved sigh and Mitzi took Daryl’s hand, allowing him to pull her to a stand.

“What’s in there?”

Daryl turned to Andrea. “Some guy. Did what Jenner said. Opted out. Ain’t that what he called it?”

He shouldered his crossbow and they all jumped when the church bells started ringing.

“What happened?” Mitzi was still about 15 yards away when she saw the small gaggle of group members. The anxiety in their body language reading loud and clear across the distance.

Then she saw Andrea and Dale running full speed across the field and Mitzi felt her gut drop.

“Is he dead? Is he dead?”

“What the fuck happened?” She closed the distance fast but was still a couple yards away when Rick turned and caught her eyes.

“Mitzi, stay back!”

She ignored him, arching to see what they were gathering around. She caught sight of the crossbow on the ground and froze.

“Is that Daryl?” She pushed forward.

Rick turned to her again, pulling a limp arm up over his shoulder. “Mitzi-“

“Is he…” she swallowed dryly. “Is he dead?”

Glenn turned, shaking his head and reaching for her shoulder. “No, he just passed out.”

“Passed out?” Breathing deep, she passed her rifle off to Glenn. She stepped around him and shouldered her way between Shane and Daryl’s other side, pulling his arm over her other shoulder. “What happened?”

She noticed the blood along the hem of his shirt and caught Rick’s eyes. With shaking hands, she lifted his shirt to expose his side.

She gasped when she saw the puncture wounds, the lump in her throat loosening suddenly. “He wasn’t bit.”

When no one else seemed to relax, she frowned. “What?”

She felt something on her shoulder and saw blood dripping from a cut near Daryl’s temple. She pushed his hair away from the wound and her blood boiled.

It was a bullet graze wound, clear as day.

She turned, catching Andrea’s terrified eyes. “You shot him?”

Andrea stuttered. “I thought he was a walker… I couldn’t see.”

“You couldn’t see and you still took the fuckin’ shot?” Her voice rose and she saw Andrea blanch. “Are you fuckin’ stupid?”

Rick abruptly shifted, forcing her to take more of Daryl’s weight. Shane shifted closer to her elbow.

“I’m sorry… I was just-“

“Fuck your sorry.” Mitzi cut her off, snarling.

“I was just trying-“

“If you say that you were trying to protect the group, I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.”

“Mitzi-“ Rick crossed his arm over Daryl’s back to touch her shoulder, taking more of Daryl’s weight back. “It was an accident.”

“A fuckin’ avoidable one. You two bozos keep coddlin’ her fuckin’ feelin’s and now y’see where it gets us.” She shifted Daryl’s weight against hers. “Now git outta my way or help me get him to th’house.”

Rick nodded. “Glenn, grab his bow, please.”

“M’fine.”

She whittled a piece of wood of the branch she was holding. “I know you’re fine. If you weren’t, she-“

“Baby.” Daryl huffed out a raspy laugh. “M’fine.”

She glanced at him, rolling her eyes. “You’re lucky, stupid bitch coulda killed ya.”

“She was tryin’ to protect the camp.”

Mitzi grit her teeth and set her knife and wood down. “I know what she was tryin’ t’do. I do. But what she was tryin’ and what she did are two different things.”

“It was an accident.”

“Oh, I’m so tired of hearing’ that.” She rotated her neck, agitated. “Excuse after excuse. No one willing to sack up and tell her the truth.”

“It was an accident, Spitfire.”

“A dumb one. She shouldn’t ‘ve taken a shot she couldn’t spot. She shouldn’t ‘ve picked up a rifle when she hasn’t even been trained on the handgun.” Mitzi scoffed. “Shouldn’t ‘ve shot a lone walker.”

He conceded.

She picked at her nails. “To be honest if she helped more, if she wasn’t so fixated on doin’ the one thing she hasn’t been trained to do, I wouldn’t be so angry.”

“So it wasn’t just ‘cause she hurt me?” Daryl smirked at her. “Here I was thinkin’ you were bein’ my white knight.”

She chuckled. “Next time, I’ll leave you layin’ in the dirt.”

He smiled and held his hand out to her. She stood, laying her hand in his. He tugged her gently to the bed and she sat gingerly next to him.

“I could kinda hear ya. I wasn’t all the way out.”

She hummed and teased her fingers through his hair.

“You sounded scared.”

“I was.” She shrugged.

“Scared to lose me?”

She took a moment to observe him, the quiet stillness that always followed a question that felt more vulnerable for him.

She nodded. “I’ve never…” she searched for the word, “clicked with someone this way. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I enjoy who I am around you. Feel accepted, seen, for the first time in a while.”

He nodded, squeezing her knee.

“So yeah, I’m not quite ready to be without ya, Daryl Dixon.” She leaned over and kissed him softly. “Not nearly.”

There was a knock at the door and they both turned to Carol.

She smiled shyly. “I brought y’all some food.”

Mitzi smiled. “Thanks, Carol.”

Carol nodded and lingered at the door. She fidgeted and then steeled her shoulders. “I just wanted to say: you did more for my daughter than her own daddy did for her his whole life.”

Daryl nodded awkwardly. Carol leaned down after a moment and pressed a kiss to his head.

He stuttered. “Watch out. I got stitches.”

Mitzi hid a smile until the door closed behind Carol. Once it did, she giggled. “You’re blushin’.”

Daryl turned to eye her. “You like when I blush.”

She grinned. “I do but you got stitches.”

“Mitzi-“

Mitzi shook her head, forcibly cracking a branch over her knee and tossing it in a kindling pile.

“Can I talk with you please?”

“No.” She set a log onto a wood block.

“Please.”

She lifted the ax over her head and brought it down hard on the log she was splitting. Continuing to ignore Andrea, she tossed one half of the log out of the way and set the other up to be split again.

Andrea shifted, uncomfortable, and jumped when the ax came down.

“Mitzi-“

“I said ‘no.’” She snarled over her shoulder. “I ain’t ‘bout’ta waste m’time talkin’ at someone who don’t fuckin’ want t’listen.”

She tossed the two new halves and picked up another piece.

Andrea sighed. “I’m ready to listen.”

Mitzi turned on her. “Oh, you’re ready to listen? After you shot someone? That’s goddamn convenient.”

“Daryl accepted my apology.” She sounded almost incredulous, impatient.

Mitzi went back to splitting wood. “That’s his prerogative. You shot him.”

“Then why can’t you?”

She tossed a split log in the general direction of Hershel’s wood shed.

“I don’t know what your problem is.”

Mitzi shook her head. “That’s ‘cause you don’t listen.”

“No,” Andrea was indignant, hand on her hip. “You have never said-“

“Are you really that stupid?” Mitzi turned back to Andrea, ax in hand. “Or is your head that far up your ass?”

“I accidentally-“

“I know it was an accident. If I thought it had been on purpose, we woulda been dragging your ass back to camp, not just Daryl.”

Andrea’s eyes were on the ax and Mitzi could see Rick and Shane watching her from near the RV. She huffed out a laugh and lifted the ax, bringing it down on the wood block she had been chopping on.

Andrea jumped.

“You see that?” Mitzi pointed at the former cops who were still watching them. “If I had laid your ass out in that field, I would’ve ended up with my face in the dirt, even though you almost killed someone.”

Andrea nodded, arms crossed over her chest. “You’re a hothead, so-“

“I am. But I’m not gonna ax ya because you’re stupid.” Mitzi turned away again, tossing another split log into the pile. “No matter how entitled you are.”

“Entitled?”

“Yeah. Entitled.” Mitzi spat to the side. “Walkin’ around like your shit don’t stink. Like we fuckin’ owe you shit.”

“I do not act like you owe me anything.” Andrea huffed. “I help out. I protect the camp.”

“By takin’ shoots even when you can’t see what you’re shootin’ at. I know.” Mitzi clapped sarcastically. “Good job you.”

“I was trying to help. I thought he was a walker.”

“You failed, you missed. Thank whatever god applies for that because Shane and Rick wouldn’t ‘be been able to stop me.” She huffed. “Even if he had been, he would’ve been a single walker. It would’ve been better to use a knife or machete. You don’t know who or what could’ve heard that shot.”

“If Daryl had been a walker-“

“Glenn, Shane, and Rick were already on their way out.” Mitzi gestured at the RV. “You put the group in danger by firing that shot, even if he had been a walker.”

Andrea rolled her eyes. “I disagree. I handled what I thought needed to be handled.”

“Why can’t you take accountability?” Mitzi threw her hands in the air. “Not only did you fuckin’ miss, so you didn’t handle nuthin’, you also took a wholly unnecessary shot that you couldn’t spot properly. This is why I don’t trust you with a gun in camp. You don’t respect the power, the danger that comes with a weapon like that. You just want to do the easy thing.”

Andrea pulled back, like she had been hit. “This isn’t about the CDC.”

“I didn’t say it was.” Mitzi stared her in eye. “You consistently avoid tasks that you don’t want to do or have decided are beneath you. You don’t want to get your hands dirty. You want all the benefits but none of the costs.”

Andrea looked confused. “What cost?”

“The training, killing walkers in a safe way, the hard way, the day-to-day tasks of living, scavenging, hunting, the laundry, the cooking.” Mitzi said. “You want to sit on high and let the grunts do it for you.”

“That’s bullshit.” Andrea rolled her eyes. “Why is it the women do all the cooking and cleaning? Why is it that the men sit and do the watch?”

“They don’t. Glenn consistently risks his life scavenging or being fed to a walker in a well.” She shot her a hard look. “T-Dog does whatever needs to be done, he scavenges, siphons fuel, he cooks. If you pulled your head outta your ass, you’d see that.”

She gaped at Mitzi, who rolled her eyes. “We all do what we can. Not everyone in this group is equipped the same way.”

Recovering quickly, Andrea squared her shoulders. “By that logic: I know how to use a gun, therefore I should help in defense.”

“The minute we can do some training on gun safety, the minute I have materials for suppressors, I am all for making sure everyone can use a gun competently, for arming everyone. However, until such a time as that, untrained people with guns are clearly dangerous. Case in point.” She gestured at Andrea.

Andrea chewed on the inside of her cheek. “So you’re the exception.”

“Excuse me?”

“They respect you, they don’t talk down to you or ask you to do laundry-“

“You gonna make me explain it again?” Mitzi stared at her. “I do laundry. Mine and Daryl’s.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m not some uppity bitch that’s too good to wash my own clothes.”

“And Daryl’s?” Andrea ignored the jibe and looked like she had discovered some dirt. “Why do you do his laundry?”

“Because I’m fuckin’ him on the reg and while he’s just as attractive in dirty clothes, clean clothes sure are nice.”

Andrea had obviously not expected her to be so blunt. “So he makes-“

“He doesn’t make me do anythin’. He is not focused on what he wears, he doesn’t give a shit if his shirt is clean. I’m going to do my laundry anyways, because again, I ain’t too good for chores, so I might as well do his, too.”

“You don’t cook.”

Mitzi snorted. “And no one wants me to, I assure you. I lived off of McDonald’s and MREs.”

“So you do it all, Mitzi.” Andrea gestured at the camp. “You keep us safe, you hunt and clean, but god forbid any of us want to do something more important-“

“I swear to god, there’s bees in your brain.” Mitzi point at her temple, exasperated. “There is no task that is more important than any other task. Everything is vital and everyone is vital no matter what they are skilled at.”

“Can’t keep surviving, if we get eaten by walkers.”

Mitzi gestured, sarcastically. “Can’t get eaten by walkers if we starve to death.”

“If everything is just as important, why can’t I do what I want to? Why can’t I help with the defense of the camp?”

“Because you don’t know how to handle yourself with a gun, as evidenced by today and by this conversation.” Mitzi threw her hands in the air. “But then, you apparently know best, despite the fact that you’ve only been usin’ a gun for two months, so who am I to say?”

“How long is gun training in the Army? Can’t imagine you’ve been using guns that long.” Andrea looked smug.

Mitzi gaped at her. “You are catastrophic levels of stupid. Ima explain it one last time. Listen good. First of all, I’m a sniper, so that is an abysmally dumb assertion. Secondly, I was active duty for over ten years before all this happened- meaning, in case you didn’t catch it: I used a high-powered sniper rifle routinely for ten years. Lastly, I have been competitively shooting since I was ten.

“So yeah, my twenty plus years trumps your 60-something days. I am easily the most experienced gunman here. Easily. More so than Shane and Rick combined. So this idea that you are entitled to carrying a weapon and only taking guard shifts, based solely on your ownership and ‘experience’ with a gun, is imbecilic.”

Mitzi turned away again, dismissing her. “If I need any information on the penal code, I’ll call you up, though. Don’t worry, Andrea, you’re still an expert in something… I guess.”

Andrea reached for her arm. Mitzi shook her head and put space between them. “I want to learn, I am willing to learn, but I don’t understand why you are so against me being armed.”

Mitzi shook her head. “I thought you were ready to listen. Until you are trained, I don’t feel comfortable with you havin’ a gun. When you are, feel free to take a watch shift, but even then, that’s not all you can, or should, help with. Carol and Lori aren’t your maids.”

“I never said they were-” Andrea held up her hand to stop Mitzi from interjecting.

It didn’t stop Mitzi. “But you act like they are.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Use your goddamn brain and get your hands dirty.” Mitzi gestured at the camp. “Do what needs to be done. Not just what you want to do. Take some goddamn accountability for how you’ve been actin’.”

“Uh… guys. So… the barn’s full of walkers.”

Mitzi raised another forkful of eggs to her mouth. She chewed and swallowed and what had just came out of Glenn’s mouth still didn’t make sense.

“What?”

She looked at Daryl, who looked at her. She looked at Rick, who looked at Glenn.

The silence dragged on and then suddenly the rubber band snapped. Everyone seemed to shove to their feet at the same time, panic and fury setting their feet into motion.

Mitzi wasn’t the first to the barn, by virtue of her shorter legs, but she outstripped most of the group.

She circled the barn, knife in hand, looking for any hole big enough for a walker to escape through.

When she returned to the front, the rest of the group anxiously watching Shane stare into the crack in the door, Rick turned to her. “Anything?”

She shook her head. “It’s sealed up pretty tight.”

Shane pulled away from the door. “For now.”

“For now.” She parroted, squatting in front of the doors. She felt Daryl walk up behind her and leaned against his leg.

Shane scoffed and stalked at Rick. “You can not tell me you’re alright with this.”

Rick matched his aggression. “No, I’m not. But we’re guests here. This isn’t our land.”

“This is our lives, man!”

Glenn raised his hands, warning. “Lower your voice.”

Andrea joined the fray. “We can’t just sweep this under the rug.”

T-Dog shook his head, hands on hips. “It ain’t right. Not remotely.”

Shane had started pacing. “Okay. We have either got to go in there. We got to make this right or we’ve just got to go. Now we’ve been talking about Fort Benning for a long-“

“Fort Benning is a pipe dream, Walsh. There is very little possibility that it is operational. And if it is, the only way that’s possible is if they are turning away civilians.”

“You don’t know that, Donovan.”

Mitzi rolled her eyes. “I know it’s real comforting to think that the military is there to protect you but,” She stood, dusting her hands off. “It ain’t. It’s there to maintain the power and authority of the US government. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“That what you tell yourself? Justify you deserting?”

“Shut up, Walsh.”

“You too mucha coward to take a legitimate chance.”

She pegged him with a hard stare. Daryl hooked his hand around her elbow. “It ain’t a legitimate chance, Walsh. You have no proof that it is still operational.”

“And you have no proof it ain’t.”

“No, Shane.” She pointed at her chest, stalking toward him. “I have experience which is somethin’ you don’t have. I have been to Fort Benning, I trained at Fort Benning. If it is overrun, is a death trap. If it is operational, it will not offer the safety or help we need and we will have wasted a hundred miles of fuel.”

He turned to the group. “This deserter-“

Daryl tried to keep her behind him. He turned to Shane. “Watch what you say.”

Shane sucked on his teeth. “Fuck off, man. Just cause you fuck her don’t mean you gotta put up-“

Lori looked aghast. “Shane!”

“Th’fuck ya say?” Daryl stepped forward, Mitzi fisting a hand in his shirt.

“I said just ‘cause she sucked y’off, don’t mean you have-“

Rick stepped in. “Shane, enough!”

Shane rounded on Rick. “She is a coward, man. She deserted and doesn’t wanna go back. That’s why-“

“Last chance, Walsh. Say it again.” She sucked in a deep breath. “I ain’t playing with you today. Watch y’mouth.”

“Or what?” He grinned when she turned to glare at him.

Daryl blocked her way, arm across her chest, as she pushed aggressively against it. “I’ll knock all your teeth out so you can watch it better.”

Shane opened his arms wide. “Bring it, bitch. You ain’t gonna do nothing. Nothing but a cowar-”

She was on him before anyone could react.

Shane lifted a hand, to block her, hold her off, she didn’t care, she batted his much larger hand out of the way, popping him in the face with her south paw.

He swung. Dodging, she delivered two heavy blows to his solar plexus. As he tried to shift away, doubled over, holding his side, she kneed him in the face, before sweeping his legs out from under him.

“Mitzi!”

She felt hands on her shoulder and shook them off, kneeling on his chest to bring her fist down on him hard. Once, Twice.

Shane grunted, vaulting to his feet and slamming her down on the ground.

“Shane!”

She could see the others crowding around, trying to pull him off of her. She ignored them.

She slapped her hands over his ears and elbowed him across the jaw when he reared back.

Two more quick jabs to his face and she pulled him into her, wrapping a leg around the back of his neck and hooking her foot under her other leg.

She squeezed.

She snarled. “Stupid fuckin’ prick. I told you not to fuck with me.” As his eyes became unfocused, she released him and kicked him away.

He fell back, shaking his head, blood coloring his face from a cut over his eye.

All at once she became aware of the cacophony of noise.

“Daryl, get her off of him!” Rick hollered. She could hear crying, more shouting.

Daryl’s hand came into view and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He prodded at the back of her head and came away bloody. “Shit.”

She brushed off his hand, now armed with his bandana. “M’fine.”

“Keep your bitch in line, Dixon.” Shane shoved to his feet, wiping at his split lip.

“Why? You couldn’t handle me even if, little boy.”

Shane stepped aggressively toward her.

“Shane! That is enough.” Rick growled, pushing him back. “Mitzi! Stop it.”

Daryl put pressure on her head wound as Shane and Rick argued.

“We ain’t going to Fort Benning. Mitzi’s likely right. She makes bad choices,” Rick pegged her with a hard look. “But she knows more about the military and Fort Benning than any of us. The chance that it is operational is low.”

“You’re gonna take this rabid-ass, hick-bitch’s word over mine?”

“A hick-bitch that just beat your dumbass.” She lurched at him again and he stepped back. She grinned. “You scared? You oughta keep my name outta your mouth or Rick won’t save ya next time.”

Rick pointed at her. “Stop it.”

“Why, Rick?” Shane pressed towards Rick. “Why not Fort Benning?”

Carol steeled her shoulders. “Because my daughter’s still out there.”

Shane let out a frustrated, patronizing laugh. “Okay… okay, I think it’s time that we all start to just consider the other possibility.”

“Shane!” Rick looked even more disappointed in Shane. “We are not leaving Sophia behind.”

“I’m close to finding this girl.” Daryl insisted, lifting Mitzi’s hand to hold the bandana to her head. “I just found her damn doll two days ago.”

Shane all but rolled his eyes. “You found her doll, Daryl. That’s what you did, you found a doll.”

Daryl stalked toward Shane and threw his hand out in a frustrated wave. “Man, you don’t know what t’hell yer talkin’ ‘bout.”

Shane stepped back, glancing at Mitzi as she took a step forward after Daryl. “Look, I’m just saying what needs to be said. You get a good lead, it’s in the first 48-hours.”

Rick pushed him away. “Shane, stop.”

Shane turned back to Daryl. “Let me tell you something else, man. If she was alive out there and saw you coming, all methed-out, with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction, man.”

Daryl lunged at him, Rick getting in the middle as chaos erupted again.

She made to join the fray but Glenn stepped in front of her, albeit nervously. She moved to step around him and Glenn caged her in.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Glenn.”

He grinned sheepishly. “I don’t want you to hurt me either, so don’t.”

She stepped around him and made it to Daryl’s side as Rick separated them. He glanced down at her and moved so she was behind him.

“Let me just talk to Hershel. Let me figure it out.”

Shane scoffed, shouting back at Rick. “What are you gonna figure out?”

“If we’re gonna stay, if we’re gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land.”

Dale stepped in. “Hershel sees those things in there as people, sick people. His wife, his stepson.“

Rick sounded frustrated as he turned to Dale. “You knew?”

Dale nodded. “Yesterday, I talked to Hershel.”

Shane advanced on Dale. “You waited the night?”

“I thought we could survive one more night. We did.” Dale stared Shane down. “I was waiting until this morning to say something but Glenn wanted to be the one.”

“The man is crazy, Rick. If Hershel thinks those things are alive-“

Rick pushed Shane back again. “Enough!”

The commotion aggravated the walkers, who shook the doors and snarled, forcing a number of the group members to fall back.

She had planted her ass in a chair the minute it was over, face blank.

“You just don’t care, d’ya?”

She glanced at him. “Of course I care.”

Daryl scoffed. “Don’t seem like it.”

“How should I show that I care, D?” She huddled deeper into her camp chair. “What do you need to see? Cryin’, weepin’? All the walkers are dead, so I can’t go beat up on them.”

He snarled and began pacing.

“There’s not much to do about any of that now that will do any good. So if it’s any difference to you, I’m gonna try not to think.”

He kicked a camp chair clear across camp. “Maybe Shane’s right…”

She picked at her nails. “About what? Gunning down people in front of their family members?”

Daryl spat to the side, before glancing at her. “Maybe you are just a coward-“

She recoiled like he had hit her. “Fuck you, Dixon.”

“You didn’t even pick up a gun. Just sat and watched.”

“I had the pistol Shane tried to give Carl. There were already enough people firin’.”

He huffed. “What is it then? You wanna stay here? Even though it ain’t safe?”

She shook her head. “I never said that. I don’t give a fuck about this farm. I do think we need somethin’ more permanent, more protective than a tent camp, but I don’t feel particularly easy here either,” she shrugged. “I don’t wanna go to Fort Benning because it’s a waste of time.”

“But what if it is still runnin’?”

She sighed. “Best case scenario: say it is. Say they take us in. I will be right back in the field. Right back under the thumb of the government. Battle, killin’ walkers isn’t the concern. It’s being cannon fodder for the government.”

He shook his head. “You were an officer- a captain.”

She smiled softly at him. “Baby, I know you think that means somethin’, that I’m valued or important to the government, but it really doesn’t. I am a weapon, that is all. A weapon with a cunt, what’s worse. They do not give a fuck about me.”

He scoffed and paced away, angrily pulling up the stakes to their tent and packing up their shit.

When it was all done, he turned back to her. Quiet and intense.

He set his hands on his hips, worrying his lip between his teeth. He grunted and kicked a pile of logs over. “Sumova bitch!”

She watched quietly as he paced. He glanced at her, caught her eyes, and stopped. “Sophia-“ He stopped and sucked in a breath. “I looked for that little girl for days.”

She nodded.

“And y’thought she was dead.” His tone was accusatory and she winced.

“I wanted her t’be alive.” She gestured at the barn. “I was gonna keep lookin’ until we found out for sure. But, baby… she ain’t you. You could survive out in the woods for a week at her age. I wasn’t sure she could.”

He snarled. “Y’didn’t say anythin’ t’me. You just let-“ He turned away from her.

She sucked in a breath. “I didn’t- I didn’t know anythin’ for sure-“

“Y’still coulda told me! Trusted me ‘nough.” He threw his hands in the air. “I’m not some dumb fuck who wouldn’t ‘ve listened. ‘Stead y’let me-“ He huffed in frustration.

Her mouth opened and then closed.

He trailed off. “Lemme assume you’re on m’side.”

“I am on your side.” He scoffed and turned away. She stood, approaching him. “I thought what you were doing was right, that’s why I was doing it with you. I’m sorry th-“

“Everyone in that camp thinks I’m fuckin’ stupid!” He gestured at the camp. “Thinks I’m some grunt-work hick. Rick’s goddamn errand boy.”

“That’s because they’re assholes.” She reached for his shoulder. He shook her off. “I know that you’re intelligent and fuckin’ sharp as a tack. I know that you are the most capable person here. They know you’re the most capable person here. They know that you can do what they ask you to do. Whether they have a right to ask is a different story.”

He sucked on his teeth. “They think you’re just some fuckin’ hired gun… some fuckin’ some grunt on a tower.”

She sighed and set her cheek against his shoulder blade. She shrugged. “Point and Shoot.”

He shook his head, turning to look out over the house and camp. “You’re more than tha’.”

She smiled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You are too. They’ll see it.”

“Sometimes I don’t wanna wait.” He turned over his shoulder, looking down at the top of her head. “Jus’ leave, you ‘n me.”

She nodded. “Me too, but there is something about having a job, a purpose, a group that has been helpful… processin’ all this.”

“Better numbers.”

“Not just better numbers, shared experience.”

He sighed. “This group is broken.”

She shook her head against his shoulder. “Not yet. What happens in the next couple of days may make it so.”

He hummed in agreement.

She turned him to face her and set her hands on his shoulders. “I am on your side. I’m sorry. I didn’t want t’say anything that I didn’t know for sure. Break Carol’s heart, break your heart. I didn’t want t’be right. But I should’ve talked t’you, should’ve trusted you t’hear me.”

He was silent for a moment and nodded. “I’m still fuckin’ pissed… necessarily at ya but-” He gestured vaguely.

She leaned up to press her forehead to his. “You have every right t’be pissed. Yesterday was horrible, it fuckin’ sucked the life outta all’a us.”

Daryl deflated and she flattened herself to him. “Why did’ya pack everythin’ up?”

“I’m movin’ our shit, further from the house.” Daryl pressed his face into her hair. “Tired of bein’ their errand boy.”

“Mitzi.”

She turned to see Rick striding toward where she sat cleaning guns. “Yeah?”

Rick jerked his head away from the camp and she stood, frowning at him as she set the pistol she had been cleaning in the chair. She turned over her shoulder and locked eyes with Daryl, following.

Rick was pensive, silent as he led her around the house toward the barn. When he was satisfied with how far away they were, he started pacing.

She crossed her eyes over her chest. “Look I’m sorry I beat the shit outta your friend.”

Rick pinch the bridge of his nose. “No, you’re not.”

She grinned and rubbed her thumb over her busted knuckles. “No, I’m not. He fuckin’ deserved it.”

Rick nodded vaguely. “He has been testin’ fate with you since Atlanta.”

“So if you’re not plannin’ on reamin’ me for Walsh, what is it you want?”

Rick sucked in air. “I needed to ask you somethin’.”

She huffed. “Just say it. It can’t be-“

“We need information outta Randall. The size of his group. What they are like…”

He was met with Mitzi’s uncharacteristic silence.

“I need to know. If I kill this kid… I need to know that I’m makin’ the right decision.”

She frowned hard. “You need him interrogated? You’re a cop- go interrogate him. What are you askin’ me for?”

“I can’t get anythin’ outta him except for the same bullshit.” Rick scuffed his foot in the dirt. “He won’t speak at all to Shane.”

He looked over her shoulder. The touch on her waist told her Daryl had followed.

She forced out a long breath. “Why do you think I’ll fare any better? I’m a sniper not psych ops.”

Rick winced. “You’re a woman… maybe he’ll let his guard down.”

She stiffened. “Excuse the fuck outta me, but what? You want me to what?”

He sighed and leaned over to get closer to eye-to-eye with her. “You are a capable soldier, an excellent judge of character. See what you can get outta him-“

“So what, flash him my tits, give him a handy-“

Rick blushed, saying emphatically: “No.”

Daryl shifted behind her, rasping, “Then what are y’askin’, Rick?”

“I wasn’t asking for that kind of handy.” Rick caught her eyes and held them. “You are… exceptionally skilled at causing’ pain. If it’s necessary…”

“You want me to beat the shit outta him.”

He nodded. “I appreciate that what I’m askin’ for is unsavory, but we need information and you absolutely have the right to say no, but-“

“I’ll do it.” Daryl squeezed her hip. She turned to him and he nodded. “I’ll do it.”

Rick nodded. “Alright.”

She shook her head. “D-“

“Ain’t bouta let my woman go in there by herself.” Daryl sucked his teeth. “Kinda pissed you asked her at’all, Rick.”

Rick nodded. “Kinda think your woman could handle herself. Proved it today.”

“Just ‘cause she can, don’t mean she should. She’s not some hit man.”

She shook her head. “Stop talking ‘bout me like I’m not right here. Let’s think this over some more.”

Daryl shook his head. “We need’ta know right?”

Rick nodded.

Mitzi bit her lip. “I’ll go with you.” Daryl sighed, about to argue. Mitzi shook her head and made toward the shed. “Ain’t bouta let my man go in there by himself. Let’s get this over with.”

Daryl looked at Rick who looked back.

Rick made a face. “She’s your woman… said so yourself.”

Daryl nodded. Rick reached over to squeeze his shoulder. “Picked a helluva one.”

“D! We fuckin’ doin’ this or not?”

Daryl tapped her ass lightly. “Sit.”

She shook her head, leaning back against the little curio cabinet he was leaning against. He hummed, pressing closer to her.

Glenn sighed, twisting his hat in his hands. “So how do we do this? Take a vote?”

Andrea shifted. “Does it have to be unanimous?”

Lori supplied, “How about majority rules?”

Rick stepped forward. “Well, let’s just see where everyone stands. Then we can talk through the options.”

“Well, where I sit,” Shane leaned back against the mantle. “There’s only one way to move forward.”

“Killing him?” Dale interjected. “Right? I mean why even bother taking a vote? It’s clear which way the wind is blowing.”

“We’ll, if people believe we should spare him,” Rick leaned over the back of the couch in front of him. “I wanna know.”

“Well, I can tell you it’s a small group. Maybe just me and Glenn.”

Glenn flinched away from the disappointment in his eyes. “Look… I think you’re pretty much right about everything, all the time, but this-“

“They’ve got you scared!”

“He’s not one of us.” Glenn sighed. “And we’ve lost too many people already.”

Dale turned to Maggie, motioning with his hat. “How about you? Do you agree with this?”

Maggie shifted, uncomfortable, looking at Daryl. “Couldn’t we continue keeping him prisoner?”

Daryl shifted. “Just another mouth to feed.”

“It may be a lean winter.” Hershel added.

“We could ration better.”

Dale seized on Lori’s comment. “Well, he could be an asset. Give him a chance to prove himself.”

“Prove what?” She pressed back against Daryl. “That he isn’t like his psycho friends? How do you prove somethin’ like that?”

Glenn gestured vaguely. “Put him to work.”

Rick shook his head. “We’re not letting him walk around.”

Maggie nodded. “We could put an escort on him.”

Shane scoffed. “Who wants to volunteer for that duty?”

Dale stepped forward. “I will.”

Rick held up a hand. “I don’t think any of us should be walking around with this guy.”

“He’s right.” Lori sighed. “I wouldn’t feel safe unless he was tied up.”

Andrea addressed Dale. “We can’t exactly put chains around his ankles and sentence him to hard labor.”

“Look…” Shane sighed. “Say we let him join us, right? Maybe he’s helpful, maybe he’s nice. We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his thirty men.”

Dale’s voice broke. “So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime he may never even attempt? If we do this, we are saying there’s no hope. Rule of law is dead, there is no civilization.”

“He sat and watched two teenaged girls getting raped in front of their father. Even if he didn’t join in…” Mitzi met Dale’s eyes. “Nice people- civilized people don’t do that. If you need a crime to feel better ‘bout this, there ya go.”

Dale scoffed. “You hear that before or after you tortured him?”

Mitzi sighed. “During. And I don’t think he was lying. Except maybe about his lack of participation.”

“You don’t know that!” Dale’s voice was getting louder. “People will say anything when under duress.”

“They’ll say anything to get out of duress, sure. How does confessing to bein’ into little girls help him, Dale?”

“Could you drive him further out?” Hershel looked at Rick. “Leave him like you planned?”

Lori shook her head. “You barely came back this time. There are walkers, you could break down, y-you could get lost.”

“Or get ambushed,” Daryl added.

Glenn leaned over his lap on his elbows. “They’re right. We should not put our own people at risk.”

Patricia worried her hands in front of her. “If you go through with it, how would you do it? Would he suffer?”

Rick looked at Shane. “We could hang him, right? Just snap his neck?”

Rick shook his head. “I thought about that. Shooting may be more humane.”

T-Dog shifted forward. “And what about the body? Do we bury him?”

Dale held his hands up. “Hold on! Hold on! You’re talking about this like it’s already decided.”

Daryl made a circular motion over her shoulder. “We’ve been talkin’ all day, goin’ ‘round in circles. You just wanna go ‘round in circles again?”

Mitzi shrugged. “No amount of lipstick on this pig is gonna make it prettier. Might as well sack up and handle it.”

Dale was visibly distressed. “This is a young man’s life and it is worth more than a five minute conversation. Is this what it’s come to? We kill someone because we can’t decide what else to do with him? You saved him!” He gestured at Rick. “Now look at us. He’s been tortured. He’s gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we’re so afraid of?”

Shane softened his tone. “We all know what needs to be done.”

“No, Dale is right. We can’t leave any stone unturned here. We have a responsibility-“

Andrea stepped forward. “So what’s the other solution? We haven’t come up with a single viable option, yet.”

“So let’s work on it!” Dale pleaded.

“We are!”

“Stop it.” Carol interjected. “Just stop It. I'm sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn’t ask for this. You can’t ask us to decide something like this. Please decide- either of you, both of you but leave me out.”

Dale shook his head. “Not speaking out, killing him yourself, there is no difference.”

Rick stepped between them. “Alright, that’s enough. Anybody wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance.”

Hershel whispered. “I don’t know how much longer we can stay here.”

Carl stayed between them, blue eyes turned up at his dad. “I'm not leaving without Mom.”

Rick kept his voice low as she watched the walker that just passed them through her scope. “So we just walk away? Not knowing if my wife, your girls are still out there? How do we live with that?”

Hershel shook his head, looking down at Carl. “You’ve only got one concern now, just one, keeping him alive. Nature may be throwing us a curveball, but that law is still true.”

Mitzi sucked her teeth. “I ain’t leaving’ without knowin’ one way or another. I’ll go back to the farm and check every goddamn walker if I have to. None of our people are gonna be left like that.”

“Mitzi,” Rick shook his head. “That’s not an option.”

“Then I guess we’re waitin’ then.” She checked her magazine and reinserted it into her M110.

Rick was breathing heavily and knelt in front of Carl. “Carl, it’s not safe here. I’m sorry.”

Mitzi bit her lip, fighting not to scream every cuss word she knew by and attract every walker in the area. “You all leave. I ain’t leavin’ until I’m sure. Not gonna potentially leave Daryl wanderin’ the Georgia countryside like that.”

Rick reached for her shoulder and Carl pressed his face into Rick’s sternum. “Mitzi, you can’t-“

He paused and they both turned to look down the Highway.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” She smiled widely as Daryl guided his bike over the median, Carol behind him, followed by the truck and an SUV.

She waited patiently for Daryl to swing his leg over the bike before passing her rifle off to Carol.

Daryl reached over and pulled her into his chest.

“Fuck, Spitfire, I thought you died.” He buried his face in her hair. “One minute you were standin’ on the RV, the next you were gone.”

She clutched at his vest, tangling her fingers in the laces at his side. “Last I saw, you were shouting from the hog, like it was fuckin’ Tombstone. Scared the shit outta me.”

Part 4

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl

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a-whispering-echo · 11 months

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Killer playlist

does anyone else make playlists for their favourite characters?

Number of songs - 104 (i think, dont quote me on it)

if anyone has some they want to add to the list, add them in the comments, i'll add them :)

anyway, list of songs that remind me of Killer (its 2000's pop, that what it is) :

Måneskin - I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE

Billie Eilish - bad guy

Sohodolls - Bang Bang Bang Bang

Billie Eilish - bury a friend

Britney Spears - If U Seek Amy

Taylor Swift - Look What You Made Me Do

Ke$ha - Die Young

The Crane Wives - Tongues & Teeth

UPSAHL - People I Don’t Like

Lady Gaga - Poker Face

Britney Spears - Criminal

Creep-P - Exorcism

CHOST - Appetite of a People-Pleaser

GHOST - Amygdala's Rag Doll

VocaCircus - Circus Monster

Skillet - Monster

Sam Tinnesz - Play With Fire

KARMA (Circus-P & Creep-P) - (this one specifically)

OneRepublic - Everybody Loves Me

Weathers - Happy Pills

twenty one pilots: Heavydirtysoul

MARINA - Bubblegum Bitch

MARNIA -Hermit the Frog

MARINA - Oh No!

Lady Gaga - Judas

Lady Gaga - Applause

Iggy Azalea - Black Widow

Sub Urban & Bella Poarch - INFERNO

Mad Tsai - killer queen

Set It Off - Partners In Crime

Rihanna - S&M

MARINA - HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER

Mike Posner - Cooler Than Me

Lady Gaga - Government Hooker

WILDFIRE!! (Cover)【JubyPhonic】

The Ready Set - Killer

MARNIA- Primadonna

Britney Spears - Oops!... I Did It Again

Repo!The Genetic Opera-Zydrate Anatomy Lyrics

The Crane Wives - Metaphor

melanie martinez - Soap

Allie X - Simon Says

Dresden Dolls // Girl Anachronism

Cut/Clap - The Stereosexuals

IN MY MOUTH - BLACK DRESSES

Alec Benjamin - If I Killed Someone For You

Set it off - Killer In The Mirror

ADDED BY OTHERS

The Offspring - You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

I Can't Decide - Scissor sisters

Copycat - VocaCircus

トゥール - MARETU

Måneskin - THE DRIVER (it wont let me access the vid for some reason, so hope it does for you!

Get Scared - Sarcasm (TW guys! I personally cant listen to this song anymore, use to all the time.)

The Distortionist - GHOST

Set It Off - Something New

HEARTSTEEL - PARANOIA

Creep-P - Something Changed

Nico Collins - Set Me Free

#undertale au #undertale #killer!sans #killertale #killer sans #undertale something new #something new sans #something new #playlist #character playlist

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This was such a cute little article I wanted to translate it! 💚

Käärijä found a surprising friendship in Liverpool - they are already planning their next meeting: 'I'll take him to sleep next to me and watch Salkkarit'

The cheerful and easy-going Käärijä met the media and his fans at a sauna in sunny Liverpool before his babtism of fire aka the first semi-final of the Eurovision Song Contest.

Photo caption: Here we go!

Tuesday's dress rehearsal went well. The audience was really roaring at Käärijä, and it showed in the performance. Käärijä said he was energized by the audience.

"I live from the audience and I believe that the audience lives from me. It's interaction and shared joy what we do there. When I step on stage, the idea is to have fun together, to convey that vibe to everyone."

Käärijä has emerged as the frontrunner for the Eurovision Song Contest alongside Sweden's Loreen.

"The win hasn't come yet, now we just have to take it."

Photo caption: A relaxed Käärijä met his fans and the media in the afternoon.

He describes Loreen as a great person.

"She's one of my favourites. We have a really good synergy and we have a great banter. She has also joined in on my silly things. Let's just try to enjoy this journey together."

Käärijä, who returns to Finland on Sunday, wants to take some time off after the Eurovision Song Contest.

"I want to be with the people important to me and tell them that I love you."

Käärijä wants to become a legend to the ceiling (1.) and win the whole Eurovision Song Contest. It will probably be held in Tampere (2.). He said he was absolutely ready to host the Tampere contest.

"Well, I'll definitely take the job if that happens."

Käärijä has become friends with Bojan Cvjetićanin, the singer of Slovenia's Joker Out, during the Eurovision. They have released epic collaborative videos parodying Titanic, among other things. Bojan is coming to Finland at the invitation of Käärijä.

Photo caption: Joker Out singer Bojan is pictured bottom left.

"We've become really good friends and I'll happily take Bojan sleep next to me and we put on Salatut Elämät (3.). I'll also go to visit him in his home country and see their gig."

According to MTV Uutiset, Käärijä is a superfan of the Salkkarit (3.) and has seen every episode.

Eurovision Song Contest: semi-final 1 can be seen on TV1 at 22.00. Käärijä will perform in 15th place.

refers to the famour players hockey jerseys put to hang from the ice hockey rink ceiling

"it" here meaning the ESC 2024, if Finland had won the contest

Salatut elämät (Secret lives in English) or Salkkarit as they're often called is a long running famous Finnish soap opera

#käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin #this was so cute I just had to translate it #he said he would take jokermän to sleep next to him 🥺#I hope he did 💚#💚#finnish #translations #english #bojan cvjeticanin

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chaifootsteps · 7 months

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Well I don't know really, people seem to share their experiences with you so I guess I can trust you a bit. I won't say too many technical, specific details about what my job exactly was, don't want to get linked in any way. Well let's say V seems a bit paranoic considering all these leaks. I worked on Hazbin, and have some interesting things to share. When you'll watch Hazbin get ready to see how V forcefully shoves her favourite Asmodeus into Hazbin scenarios just because. Fizzarolli will be there although in tv show kind of thing, doing a song that is way better than whatever that one in Oops was, I don't know why she decided to put it in Hazbin instead of Helluva. For some reason V doesn't have enough of portraying 7 deadly sins relations in Helluva (or she does such bad job at it she wants to repair it in some way) so guess what? Hazbin won't be solely focused on sinners, pride ring and hotel, no! We'll have deadly sins soap opera intertwene with sinners story, we'll see each ring (there you'll see how her "sinners can't travel between rings" backfires on the whole thing, sometimes you'll forget you were watching a show about sinners trying to redeem themselves) My guess is that she decided to do that because she was worried that not every Helluva fan will pay to see Hazbin on prime, also the way she does deadly sins in Helluva is so lackluster that it begs to be expanded or fixed in some way, so she'll just waste Hazbin's time for it. Anyone of you expecting to see something interesting and informative about Mammon and Greed ring in next Helluva episode? I have bad news for you, V first used Mammon in Helluva, that was just a training ground it's so unsatisfying and bad, expect another Bee episode but in Greed and not with adult Blitzo but with his young version, but since she got more experience with him she decided to do something more exciting with him in Hazbin! You'll see many more signs how her work on Helluva during Hazbin writing and production hurt Hazbin and it's original concept. Season 2 has more episodes than season 1 and from what I gathered it seems that team is debating whether to make season 2 giant in comparison to season 1 or just cut it in half and thus have 3 seasons. That all depends on how season 1 will sell. Maybe I'll write to you again with some more info, idk. Have a good day!

Interesting! Grain of salt, always grain of salt, but the part about the "sinners can't travel between rings" thing blowing up in her face? Yeah, I'd buy that.

#Anonymous #Hazbin Hotel #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

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oyesmendes · 2 years

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forevermore

a/n: here's the final part for 'are you happy now?' seems to me this is an appropriate, kind of final ending that i chose HAHAH let me know what you guys think! as always, love and comments r much appreciated!

previous part here | masterlist

he was everywhere.

hawkers sunglasses promotion. alpha tauri modelling. liked by pierre gasly.

pierre seemed to be plastered on every wall you looked at after that night.

you tried your best to avoid him at races, but outside of it it seemed as if he was haunting you; punishing you for your actions. even now when you were sat across the street from a eyewear shop in the south of france, pierre's face was plastered all over its windows, promoting that damned sunglasses.

"so you were saying," george spoke as he cut up a piece of his steak for you, "you're going to see pascale tonight?"

you nod, twirling some of your pasta and feeding it to him.

"since you're going out with your cousins, i'll just drop by to have dinner with her."

it was summer break, and pascale had insisted you joined her for dinner since she found out you were on vacation in france. she had pulled all stops to make sure you came, even offering to drive up to the hotel to pick you up. you had come up with every excuse in the book for the first five days, knowing that once you agreed, it wouldn't just be a 'pascale and you' thing, but the dinner would involve the entire family, including pierre. but after days of giving substandard excuses, you eventually gave in, agreeing to meet her at the Gasly's summer home for one evening.

she had also invited george, but the both of you agreed it would be weird - going to dinner with your ex-boyfriend's family with your current boyfriend. it all sounded like a complicated soap opera plot. so it was decided that you were going alone, while george hung out with his cousins.

"will he be there?" he referring to pierre.

you nod, "it's his family home too."

george doesn't say anything after, scraping his plate clean with his fork. and you don't either, knowing the tension that the topic held. it had been a couple of weeks since the incident, and honestly, the guilt was eating you up inside. whenever you looked at george, the way his eyes light up and his smile softens when he's with you, you bury the secret of that night deeper within your heart; shoving down all residual feelings for pierre into a deep dark corner.

george grabs your hand from across the table, drawing small circles on the top of your palm.

"i love you," he kisses your hand, snuggling his face into your palm. you stroke his cheek softly, "i love you too."

you spent the entire day with george, laying on the beach and swimming in the sea. doing everything to distract the thought of you being together with your ex again. the topic of pierre doesn't surface anymore, and you know george is trying as hard as he can to be understanding.

but time eventually passes, and the both of you get ready quietly for your first evening apart this summer break.

you're dressed in a light blue summer dress you bought a couple of days ago, straightening it out in front of the mirror when george hugs you from behind.

"you look too gorgeous to be going to your ex's house."

"ex's family home, georgie." you place a hand on top of his, "i know this is weird, but thank you for being so understanding."

he squeezes your waist tighter, your back pressing against his front. you giggle, caressing his face gently. you know what he was hinting at, his hand rubbing your sides.

"now we don't want to be late, do we mr russell?"

"my cousins wouldn't mind waiting." he kisses down your neck, right at the sweet spot behind your ear. you spin right around, pressing your finger to his lips. he pouts at you, but you just shake your head.

"should i come with you instead?" he asks. you give him a knowing look,

"no, because i will be fine, george. there are other people in the family that i can and will talk to."

he sighs, "i know it's just-"

"my ex boyfriend. i know, my love." you hold his hand, "how about this? you can come pick me up at 10? i should be done by then and we can go grab drinks at that bar we saw the other night."

george smiles, kissing you on the forehead, "okay."

you hand him a necklace with his driver's number on it, a present he got for your birthday when you started dating. he helps you to clasp it around your neck. you kiss the numbers, "there, you're going to be with me all night."

he kisses you on the lips, "and forevermore."

you smile at the phrase he had come up with a couple weeks ago. to love each other, now and forevermore.

"and forevermore." you repeat, pressing your lips to his cheek, "i love you."

the taxi drops you off in front of the grand summer home. you could hear the commotion from outside, and it was as chaotic as you remember. 6 boys, their other halves and more than a handful of children.

you walked through the front door to be greeted by everyone, pierre's nieces and nephews shouting and pulling you in all different directions. it was overwhelming at first, but you were home.

pascale engulfs you in a hug, thanking you for coming over.

"well, i wouldn't turn down a free dinner!" you joke, the older woman laughing. pierre hadn't come forward to greet you yet, standing in the background and watching as his family welcomed you with open arms. once you were free for a moment, he walks over to you.

"mon choux," you look up, and he hands you a glass of rosé.

"thank you." you take a sip from your glass, then you feel a tug at your dress, seeing his niece with her arms wide open.

"tata, en haut!" she demands, making everyone in the room erupt into laughter. you had no choice but to hand your wine glass to pierre, scooping the little girl up in your arms.

"mon ange," you spin her round, squeals erupting from her, "tu es trop mignon!"

you tickle her sides, causing the room to smile and coo all around.

it wasn't long before his other nieces and nephews were demanding for your attention, after missing you for almost a whole year by now. pierre watched as you tended to each one of them throughout the night, with the little ones bouncing in your lap. he leans against the wall, watching you carry his niece in your arms, blowing raspberries to make her giggle.

"this is what you missed out, mon fils. your stupidity cost yourself a good girl, and cost me a good daughter in law!" pascale scolds when she spots pierre staring at you.

he sighs, "i know, maman."

paul, pierre's brother, leans next to you at the kitchen counter. you had his son in your arms, rocking him as the little boy was falling asleep.

"i heard you're seeing someone new." he says.

"i am," you smile proudly, taking a sip of wine from your glass.

"he treats you good?"

"he does." you take out your phone, showing paul images of you and george over the last couple of months.

"ah this boy, always thought he was more handsome than my brother." he jokes, making you laugh. the boy in your arms stirs, and paul takes him from you so you could have a break.

"if he doesn't treat you good, you know i'll beat him up right? just like how i smacked the light back into pierre's head."

you shake your head, smiling, "i know, paul. thank you."

you finally get to settle outside in the garden, admiring the view from the home. pierre joins you quietly, setting down his wine glass next to yours.

"finally away from the kids?"

"yeah," you chuckled, "got to their bed time."

"about that night," pierre started. you hummed, sipping on your rosé.

"would you ever give us a chance again?"

you set the glass down, turning toward him, "only if i didn't love george as much as i do now."

he nods, turning his attention back to the scenery.

"i loved us, pierre." you continued, "i loved us, and this - your family, you with my family."

you looked up at the starlit sky, "god, we were so perfect, why did you have to ruin it all? why didn't you hear me out? why did you assume i cheated on you?"

he takes in a sharp breath.

"because i was a coward." pierre looks at you, "because all my life, i've never had someone like you who fit in my life so perfectly. you ticked all the boxes, y/n. my mother loves you, and so does everyone in my family. i got scared."

"and the first thing you do is break up with me? you're a complete idiot." you scoff.

"i know i am." he mumbles.

you down the rest of your wine, back facing the view.

"find yourself a good woman, pierre. and when you do, keep her, protect her, and god forbid you chase her away like you did with me. it's the least you and your family deserves."

10pm rolls by, and pierre walks you out front, george already standing at the passenger's side of the car waiting for you.

"thank you for taking care of her tonight," george takes your hand, giving you a side hug. you kiss his cheek softly.

"no big deal," pierre tucks his hands in his pockets, "she was and always is loved by all."

you smile at him, but intertwine your fingers with george's. it hurt him, to see you with another man, but what could he do now? he watched as george opened the passenger's door for you, entering the mercedes.

as george rounds the car, he shakes pierre's hand, and they go in for a short hug. you can't hear what george had said, but he made sure pierre heard it - loud and clear,

"i'll take care of her now."

in this life, and forever more.

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