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"Take one step, and I will keep you forever." CHAPTER 1 Word count: 6.6k Abby x fem!reader SYNOPSIS:

Flawed, confused, scared. We're human after all. You, the character, and Abby share something that was lost a few years back, a friend and a father. You looked up to your mentor considering you were all alone, and the fireflies were kind enough to give you a place to stay. When he was gone, part of you shattered, and so did Abby. Although both of you haven't formally met before the incident at Jackson, you both share something: loss. But you had different ways to express it. Fast forward to now, you guys grew closer, knowing each other a little more deeper, and intimate-- and maybe, just maybe, the feeling of loss fades away. Heavily based on the game, all characters except y/n belong to Naughty Dog's The Last of Us 2 TRIGGER WARNING! : Violence, language, mentions of death P.S.

English is so not my best language, and this is actually my first time writing... so, bear with me ahahahahaha.................

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SEATTLE - DAY 1

You wake up. Drenched. It's probably in sweat because of the humid air. But that was no excuse, you’re barely out of winter season. And as that thought drops, the cold finally hits you and you feel your body shiver. You can never guess the reason for the dampness whenever you're awake. Occasionally, it happens because of that darn dream that has invaded your thoughts ever since that incident. But whatever, let’s just pay it no mind. It already happened, and you're fully aware that you couldn't reverse it, even if you wanted to.

Now that you're wide awake, you can see the figure just opposite in your bed: Abby Anderson. Sitting.. no, sleeping on your couch in a painful hunched position that you even wince at the thought of the discomfort. As you move your way to lightly wake her up, A knock is heard at your room.

"'Ello, you guys in there?" That rough, foreign twang outside the door was not unfamiliar to you.

"Just a second..." You walk towards the door and get yourself greeted by someone who clearly just had the time of his life last night. You steal a sneaky glance at his neck and cringe.

"Dude, seriously?" You scoff with unbelief.

Manny raises a brow and scoffs back ... with more sass than you. "What?"

"Do you seriously have to show that thing as if it's a badge?" You glare at the reddish dot near his collar.

Manny scoffs and smugs, even more giddy than earlier. "Maybe you too, can get yourself this kind of treatment," Manny lightly bumps you on your right shoulder, before leaning his head deeper in the room to find something... or someone.

"Oh, there she is," Manny laughs, and you turn your head to look at the frozen figure. You look back at Manny to ask, "You here to pick her up?" Manny nods and walks past you, "Abby-"The brawny woman shocks herself up, knuckles clenched, almost as if she's ready to fight the man just before her. "Yo easy," Manny eased her, and Abby's raised hand just a moment ago reached her temple past her hair.

You knit your brows, worried. "Hey Abs, you good?" You walk to her and place your cold palm on her shoulder, causing her body to jolt and look in your direction, she sighs- a little painfully, and smiles, "Yeah.. just.." she brings herself up and winces at the new position she just did after a few hours of hunching in her sleep. She clears her throat, "What's up?"

Manny scans Abby's composure and replies "I've been searching everywhere for you. we're being called up, Isaac wants you at the front." Abby frowns and scowls "What... you serious?"

"'Afraid so, we should hustle." Manny shrugs and stifles a chuckle, observing the woman's expression that suggests she's on the verge of throwing a fit. Abby takes a glance at you and back to Manny. "We're leaving now?" She exclaims, almost as if she's whining. But, she won't allow you to see her do that. Not in a million years. "Yes, vamonos"

"Hey-" you cut in, "Am I also called?" Manny takes a while to comprehend what you meant and shakes his head. "Ah, sorry... Isaac only told me to give the word to Abby." With a disappointed yet still calm demeanor, you sigh and offer a smile.

Abby notices and places a soft grip on Manny's arm. "Hey, let her join." Manny shrugs nonchalantly, his tone casual as he responds, "Okay, fine by me."

Abby lifts herself from the embrace of the dusty leather couch and begins walking to the door. At the same time, you walk back to your unmade bed. She winces, her hand instinctively reaching for the area of discomfort at her neck. "Fuck, my neck." Manny hears that as a realization dawns on him, and turns around to face her. "Hey, thanks for giving me the room last night." Abby's lips form a smirk, releasing a chuckle, "Yeah, who was it this time? that... cook chick?""Nah- the weather chick." Manny replies, "She's down from the mountain."

"ohh... the scientist, nice." Abby laughs, her voice still showing a hint of drowsiness. "Eh, she's a little too excited about her job... talked my ear off about some storm and.. I dunno." Abby steals another glance at you, but this time she takes her time. You notice, but you got used to it, so it doesn't really bother you. You laugh at Manny and rest a hand on your hip. "Worth it, though?" And all Manny could reply to was hold an okay gesture on his hand and say, "Oh... absolutely. I can die happy now."

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On your way to the cafeteria, Manny puts his palm on Abby's shoulder, telling both of you that he'll check up on his dad. "Grab us some food?" Abby nods, "Yeah. On it." Manny turns to us whilst walking backward, "Get me something... con picante." Abby let out a scoff, "You get what you get."

Now it was just the two of you, an awkwardness filling the cold air. Luckily, Abby gets to be the one to break that. "Hey, so about last night..." You turn your head towards Abby, emitting a soft hum. "I just... wanna thank you for letting me crash in your place." she scratches her neck awkwardly, "You know Manny can be ... very inviting sometimes." Of course, you don't mind her staying the night-- but you do feel guilty that you let her sleep on the couch. "It's okay, you should've told me earlier. I would have prepared a spot to sleep for you." She stops, and so you just follow her lead. Abby moves closer, her steps producing a faint sound, and her blinking falters momentarily, lips forming a smirk, "So, I can stay as many times as I want...?" And that once cool demeanor that you held broke down. "W-wait what?? I mean- You cough, sure- no problem." Abby smiles, and a playful glint in her eyes appears, flashing a mischievous... yet rather gorgeou--

"Nice to see you too, Abby." Abby stops in her steps and turns to the figure right beside the both of you. "Oh shit, Jordan. I didn't see you there." A...nd this was now your chance to have a moment for yourself, you tap on Abby's shoulder to excuse yourself. "I'll excuse myself." Abby smiles and mouths a "Find Manny", before continuing her conversation with Jordan.

You navigate through the crowd, leading yourself past the bustling crowd until you spot Manny and Mr. Alvarez engaged in conversation. Catching their attention, you let out a soft smile in their direction. You walk up to them not long after you feel soft fingers linger in your locks. You jolt, and turn to your left... and to your right, you feel a tingle inside you. "Abby? That was quick." Abby chuckles and drops the hand on your hair and shrugs, "It was a quick chat- Hey, sir." She leans her body beside Mr. Alvarez.

"Ah... Abby!... and...?"

"Good mornin', sir." You maintain a smile, though a little hurt at your pride as Mr. Alvarez fails to acknowledge you, despite meeting each other often.

"How are you feeling?" Abby interrupts, thank God. It was awkward. "Fantas-tic. Would you please tell him to get rid of this?" Mr. Alvarez frowns, pointing his hands to Manny's dreadful beard.

Abby groans, "I've tried." Manny lights up in disbelief, both his hands in the air, "I look good" He says, convincing the people that it is. Truth is, it's not. "Te ves horrible." Mr. Alvarez grunts. Manny looks at his father and then at the both of you. "Bueno. We have to head out.""Keep him safe!" The aged man lets out a soft cry. Abby places her palm on Mr. Alvarez's shoulder, "For you, I will."

Abby, you and Manny walk your way to the queue, and you ask someone, "Hey, what are they serving today?"

"Burritos. Again."

"Okay..." You whisper, before following the line. Manny shouts your name, catching your attention. You look at his direction and see him cut in, first in line. "Hey, what are you doing?" He turns, to the worker to ask for four burritos. His behavior stoked anger in the queue, with some even openly expressing their frustration, and hurling insults at him. Feeling embarrassed, you approach him with your head hung low, unsure of how to deal with the awkwardness that hangs between your friend and the crowd. Abby, too, had a hard time dealing with both.

"Why do you have four? Put one back." Abby's voice cuts through the tension, her tone firm. "Now... Don't freak out, Mel's coming with us." You observe Abby's reaction. She lets out a huge sigh and frowns. You knew the relationship between Mel and her, and all you can describe it is. 'complex'. You can sense unspoken things between both of them, even from afar. But maybe getting the chance of seeing it up close, might help you understand... or even understand more of what you think of Abby. Even with her visible frustration, she keeps her thoughts guarded, leaving you to wonder what she thinks.

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After a quick walk to Abby's room, Manny suggests he grab Mel, Leaving just the two of you... again. Huh, you can never get Abby alone with you, not since what happened in Jackson. She was always occupied with either her assignments, mission, or Owen. But now, it's like you can get to know her deeper, with her hands completely... maybe not so completely, but she's free. You walk into the room, and Abby follows you as she closes the door. You let your eyes wander to the view before her room... and to that flashy bra just hanging by the rail. Abby also notices, walking towards the lingerie. "Scientist, huh?" She looks at you, with a playful smirk, before throwing it to her farthest left. "You know, I never seemed to notice you often... y'know, before you helped me out in Jackson." Her smile stutters, but she maintains her composure, although instead of a heartfelt smile, you see something that's a little forced. "Thanks, for that by the way."

You mirror her smile, "Yeah. I don't notice you that much either, glad we met. I enjoy your company."

Liar. You always notice her. 2 years ago, you creepily checked her schedule just to 'coincidentally' see her work. But of course, like you always tell yourself, 'I'm over that'. In all honesty, you never knew what made Abby so... intriguing. You can think of a lot of things that made her charming, but you're still stumped on how you got yourself fixated on her.

Abby beams a little after you spoke, she even hums a little as she descends the short stairs, her footsteps almost making a tune against the floor, as she makes her way to retrieve her backpack. "Hey-"

"Knock knock", Manny gets in the room, with Mel following behind him. "Ready to roll?"

"Yeah, just about." Abby glances at them before she goes back to looking at you, and returns from stuffing her stuff in her pack. Manny and Mel go down the stairs and approach Abby and you, the woman on your side offers a slight smile, not too welcoming, but not too hostile either. "Hi", She says to Mel. "Hey. And you, what's up?" Mel smiles, making a tired wave with her hand.

You shrug, "Nothing special."

"They actually cleared you for active duty." Abby picks herself up as she puts on her backpack.

"Barely", Mel chuckles, holding her protruded belly with a barely loose blouse. "You can probably get a stay if you ask," Abby says with a nonchalant tone.

"I'd rather not sit around if I don't have to." Manny and you, observe the scene unfold from the sidelines, your arms crossed in silence as you take in the awkward interactions before you.

"And Owen's okay with this?""Why would it be up to Owen?... Mel's brows furrow, We need to grab Alice on our way."

Mel's step pivots, walking towards the other door on the right.

What um... What a conversation. Abby had so much to say about Mel on our way to her room, but now it felt like she was a different person.

You and Manny approach Abby, clearly dumbfounded. "Hey," Manny leans in, and so do you, "Do better.".

Abby lets out a scoff and pushes both of you with barely enough strength. Manny and you laugh as you both follow Mel outside.

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"Alice takes shotgun!" Manny claims, "Mel's pregnant!" Abby retorts.

"She could use the fresh air! give you two a chance to talk."

an exasperated sigh escapes Abby's lips, as she reaches out a hand to you to support you from getting in the truck.

"Real subtle, Manny," she remarks with a hint of sarcasm, her frustration evident in her tone. You sense that you stay out of this, so you stop yourself from getting in the truck any deeper. "Maybe I can go with you guys next time." You smile, and Abby isn't very happy with that. Her brows furrowed with concern, silently urging you to stay. Gripping your hand a little tightly, she mouths, "Don't leave me". A very sorry sight you think to yourself... so, you sigh.

"But if... you guys don't mind..."

"Not at all." Mel swiftly responds, perhaps she's sensing the tension between her and Abby and just simply does not prefer to engage in any conversation with her at the moment. Abby pulls you up to the back of the truck, your steps almost wavering from the sudden force, But you managed to get on the cargo bed with no sign of embarrassment, Abby took part in making sure that didn't happen. ☆-☆

A few minutes pass, and Mel and Abby share conversations, you are sitting beside Abby, and Mel is just in front of you. Talking about Abby's difficulty getting herself to sleep soundly, you look at her out of worry, and she notices. She clears her thoughts and dismisses the topic by telling her she'll wear herself out by extra assignments, Mel murmurs something, and the both of you ask about it out of curiosity. Mel didn't light up the topic and simply resumed the few minutes of silence.

"What did you mean about me and Owen?"

"Um... Mel fidgets around before continuing, Haven't seen him in like two weeks." She clicks her tongue and leans a bit more towards the both of us. "He keeps picking up open assignments. Has he talked to you, did he say anything?"

It feels as if Mel's pride was hurt for having to ask the 'ex-girlfriend' how her partner could be doing well. You notice, but it's not like you can do anything to help. "No, we're still not-- I mean, I've seen him in the mess hall but... we walk around each other."

"Jackson shook him, you know, I wouldn't read too much into it."

And just after that, a gunshot fires below the cargo bed, its echo chilling the air. Instinctively, everyone from the back ducked, and Abby's palm landed on your head. "Kill the wolves!" One of the seraphites screamed, "They were waiting for us!" You cried, swiftly grabbing your weapon at your side. You manage to fire a shot, though with difficulty as you struggle against the jolting of the truck. Still, you managed to take out two. Abby took out the last one. But unknowingly, Manny drove straight to seraphite territory, greeting another batch of enemies. One of them from the top of a rustic vehicle, managed to throw out a Molotov cocktail straight to Manny's viewpoint. "I can't see!" He cries, steering the wheel rapidly in an unknown movement.

"Manny!" Abby screams, as Manny manages to avert the disaster... with even more disaster, by steering the wheel to the woods. With effort, you all disembark from the vehicle, surrounded by challenging terrain. Mel winces as she adjusts herself, her strain evident as she carefully dismounts the truck. "You okay?" You look at Mel,

"Yeah! Yeah." Mel attempts to soothe you, tone gentle and reassuring, but the panic just earlier drowns out that effort.

"Fuckin' Scars," Manny spits out.

"How far are we from the FOB?""It's a hike," Mel replies, her breathing stuttering.

A seraphite's whistle can be heard from a distance. So you walk towards and into the mossy building. "we're too exposed, let's get inside.""Let's make sure this place is secure."

Now, after an almost terrifying experience, with Abby almost squished to death, though that wouldn't have been possible, the four of you managed to enter a somewhat... oasis, compared to the claustrophobic and did I mention dark area? "Manny," Abby calls, doing the best of her efforts to push the rustic gate blocked by a heavy object inside. Manny chips in and with much effort, they manage to open it. "Ladies first."

Mel gets into the narrow space, struggling. "Another month and I wouldn't fit through here."

"Go ahead, Abs."

Abby scoffs, "You said ladies first."

Manny laughs and proceeds to get in, "I like you, Abs."

Abby takes a look at you and smiles, you smile back and follow Manny along. Abby follows after you. "Abby, Mel says, roaming around the area, This reminds me of your dad's greenhouse." "Shouldn't, all these plants are alive."

Mel stifles an almost audible laugh, "Good point."

"You know what, Manny annoyingly cuts in, This is good... you two needed a bonding moment."In perfect unison, Abby and Mel tell Manny to "Shut up."

You glare and pinch Manny just slightly in the arm. He cries, "Ow!, it's working already!"Abby works her way up to an unstable pallet, and the rest of you follow suit, each step cautious.

"FOB's dead ahead", Abby looks at the remaining distance and Manny scans the area, "No Scars in sight."

"They're out there." Abby retaliates. "Yeah, you chip in. Let's keep moving."

You feel nostalgic, walking around the area, "Remember when we could pass through this area without getting jumped by Scars?"

Abby smiles, "Getting nostalgic about the truce? Easier days, huh?"

Manny interjects, "Too easy, we let our guard down... And they strung up an entire squad."

You scoff, "That was in retaliation to us shooting those kids..."

Manny raises both his hands, unapologetically, "Well, those 'kids' attacked our guys... what would you do?"

"I don't know, not riddle them with bullets?" Mel retorts, her words laced with defiance.

"I'd rather save our people."

You furrow your brows, "Manny, they're kids." and Mel continues, "It's not their fault."

"Not our fault either." You look at Abby, puzzled. You understand her behavior and her nature towards violence, but this? it felt overkill. "Those deaths are on them." Abby looks at you, confused-- as if she's not expecting you to react this way. "Okay." You scoff, simply avoiding a possible argument.

After a few minutes of purely roaming, Abby finds a possible way out. She holds the crank, and with difficulty, turns it around. The metal gate slowly pulls up, although the right moves. She stops.

"I'll hold it here, go!" Alice, Manny, and Mel swiftly get to the other side,

Manny hurries, "I'll brace it with something," But before you could make your way in, the crank that Abby held, breaks, causing you to bang your head. But luckily, you swiftly moved backward but... the pain already hit your head.

"Fuck!""Shit, sorry..." Abby approaches you

“You two okay?” Manny blurts out of concern. “Yeah. Crank broke.” Abby raises the detached crank and groans as she approaches you.

You spot something from above and call Abby’s attention, “Look… a hatch.”

Abby looks from where you’re pointing, and she looks at the gate where Manny is behind. “Manny, just hang tight, we’re gonna find a way up to the roof.”

“Okay.”

Abby looks around to find a way up before she starts, “So, glad you hitched a ride with us?”

“Right, remind me to thank you for that one.” your voice lulls with sarcasm. Abby chuckles softly as she moves closer beside you, offering a subtle reassurance amidst the tension just earlier. But you continue, “I’m glad I’m here with you guys. I’d hate to hear you got in trouble and I couldn’t help.”

“I’m glad too… you, being here with us.”

“Why? Because you don’t wanna talk to Mel?” You tease playfully, making Abby scoff and playfully deny the implication, “No, not that. I enjoy your company. Much better than Manny, but– don’t tell him I said that.” your demeanor falters, replaced with an awkward composure as you avert her gaze. Abby stops on one of the crates, “Hey __, Lemme boost you up here. See if there’s something in that room.” You turn to her but not your eyes,

“Hey, why have you been avoiding me?”

“What? I wasn’t avoiding you.” You feel taken aback by the sudden question. “Yeah but– before Jackson, you’ve barely said anything to me.”

You hung your head low, your composure gloomy than usual. “I guess, I just didn’t have that much courage that…” You dismiss yourself from explaining any further. You take a sympathetic look at her and take a deep breath. “I’m… sorry, for avoiding all of you. Wish I had the chance to get to know you guys better.”

“Do you think Joel deserved what he got?”

You take in the expression she’s making. Her brows tense, eyes like she’s about to lure you in, and let her do anything she wants you to do. You click your tongue and stifle a confused chuckle, “I think he deserved worse, but… I regret taking part in it.” Abby takes a deep breath, and smiles bitterly, “I get it, what kind of person could do that, right?”

“I’m not saying that–”

“Let’s see a way to the hatch.” It seems as if it's now Abby’s turn to avoid your gaze. But something about her seemed so different, much different to when she was in Jackson. Anyway, she boosts you up and tries to find a way to the other side.

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You and Abby make your way to the rooftop, a scary journey for Abby.

“There they are. Abby points, Manny! Be right down.”

You point out the tall building from the distance, “Look! FOB sweet FOB. Almost there.”“Bet we can cut through that railyard.”

“You wanna get off the roof first?” You tease. Abby takes a moment to look down and her breathing falters, “Please.”

You laugh, as you take in the unexpected sight of Abby being… vulnerable, especially up close. A rare moment that surprises and amuses you. You and Abby make your way towards the ladder.

“Kind of hard to imagine you being afraid of anything.”

“I’m not as fearless as you think” She replies, her voice a little unsteady. “Like, I could never do the surgery stuff you and Mel do… I’d be too freaked out about fucking it up.”

You chuckle, “You think I don’t feel the same way?”

“Well, for what it’s worth, my dad always said both of you were his best students.”

Your steps stutter, yet you continue. “He… did? …Don’t get my hopes up. ” You laugh, and she follows along.

“About time you two caught up!” Manny cries, his tone still playful.

Abby smiles, “Been quiet out here?”

“Yeah… I don’t like it.” “Well, we’re almost to the FOB,” Mel says, before leading the way towards the railway.

“Man… When we get back home, Manny chimes, I’m gonna find a couch, watch a movie… And drink until I pass out.” Abby and Mel raise a brow. “Oh yeah? Which drink?”

“Which movie?”

Manny chuckles, “Strong questions. Movie’s the one with… eh, como se llama… The girl who rides the wolf.”

“Oh, I love that one,” Mel exclaims.

“Oh, and the drink… My mezcal from the party last week.”

“Excuse me, Abby lets out a judgy tone, You mean, our mezcal?”

“Si, si… I’ll save some for you.”

“Okay, we’ll follow the tracks. That’ll get us back on the main road to the FOB.” You cut in, slowly leading your way deeper into its territory.

Manny slowly takes his track as he follows you. “I don’t like this.”

“I know. Keep your eyes open.”

Just as you were about to get past the first cargo crate, you hear Seraphites having a conversation… and coincidentally, it's about the four of you. Your group resorted to having your faces drop down the mud, and hide in the blades of the tall grass, all so the group of Seraphites don’t notice you.

Landing in the gas station, there wasn’t much grass or obstacle to hide yourselves from the enemy. Abby lands the first shot to a Seraphite, and the rest of the group resorts to using their ammos to pave their way to their destination. Lucky for you, a group of W.L.F trucks were patrolling around the area, and managed to spot you.

“Wait… I see Abby and the rest down there! Help them!” One of the people in the truck shouted. The four of you run your way to the vehicle all with a grunted effort to reach up to them. After the violence had died down, the three of you jumped on the back of the truck, swiftly driving away from the scene.

One W.L.F member curses his way through the pain, his hand all bleeding.

“Hey, you okay?” Abby reaches out to him.

“Let me see your hand.” Mel follows, immediately aiding the injured member.

As expected of Mel. You barely have any right to be jealous, as expected of the top medic of the W.L.F., she’s quick to put action whenever one gets injured. Back then when both of you were under Dr. Anderson's care, you always wondered when you could catch up to her, her skills in a scalpel are as swift as Abby’s hand in a knife. As you stare at her in awe, your eyes land on the bleeding behind that’s covered by her backpack.

“Mel, You spot, your back.”

Mel, with an effort, tries to look at the bleeding spot in her back, and you take the backpack off from her to check. Mel winces and you silently coo her. “Shit…”

“I didn't even feel it,” Mel says, her tone making her words barely make any sense. You gently place your palm on Mel’s wounded back, applying pressure to prevent any further bleeding. Abby takes a glance at the two of you and the wounded man and looks at the men on the FOB gate tower.

“Hey! We got two.”

Your hands land on Mel’s shoulder, your movements careful and steady as you assist her in getting out of the truck. Abby takes Mel’s backpack and hands it to her.

“Hey, you did alright back there.”

Mel looks almost as if she’s shocked, and chuckles, “That was almost a compliment.”

Abby looks at you, taking a deep breath.

“...Thanks, for helping me out there.” You click your tongue and playfully wink toward Abby, “No problem.” You waved your hand to Abby and Manny before getting into the building beside the gate. Alice almost attempts to jump out of the truck, but before she can do that, Mel stops her. “Stay, Alice.”

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Just a few hours after staying in the FOB, Nora appears by your side. “Hey, you sleeping okay?” Surprisingly, Nora’s the only one you could talk to about your problem. She possesses a loyalty that I have never seen amongst other wolves, and whenever you express to her some… personal things, she’s open-minded and leaves no room for hesitation just to give you a harsh opinion. So, you tell her matters like this. “Still struggling, but I can sleep more soundly than usual.” You reply, your eyes glued to your patient. Nora draws closer to you, offering assistance in your procedure, “How have you been?”

“ … still sleepy.”

Nora stifles a soft laugh before clearing her throat. “You’re talking to her.”

“Who?”

“Abby.”

Your lips form a faint laugh, “Why, does that seem like a bad thing?”

“No, Abby’s just… not usually the type of person you’d approach. Especially after… that.”

You scoff and roll your eyes in response, “Thanks. You make it sound as if I’m avoiding her.” With the patient now stitched up, you make your way to the closest disposal bin.

“Everyone is just conflicted by what happened, and we didn’t know the situation could change. And yet … Abby is… still Abby,” Nora replies, her tone tensed up.

You take a deep breath and give yourself one look at Nora before you utter, “Abby’s adjusting, in fact– we all are. That shit that we pulled back in Jackson?--”

“Abby’s shit.” Nora cuts you off. Her stare as if it's almost like a glare,

“It was something I had never seen before. And I know, I dealt with scars before but not like we did to Joel. And we took part in that. I took part in that.” with deep breaths, your blinking stutters. “Sorry, I lashed out at you.”

“Hey–”

“I’m getting more antibiotics.” You crash out of the scene, your steps almost echoing the area. Just when you’re about to get in, a wolf approaches you.

“Hey, medic. Mel there with you?” You pivot towards the direction, a single brow arched as if you challenge the man before you.

“We need manpower, some of our people got ambushed in the woods. Just nearby.”“If they’re ‘just nearby’ why not just… pick them up?”

“... It’s a new assignment.”

Your hand rests firmly on your hip, you feel odd by how the man fidgets, but you dismiss it. “Mel’s injured, but I can take that assignment.”The man looks at you with skepticism, before simply accepting your offer, “We leave in a few minutes. Grab your pack.”

You walk back to the tent, where Nora waits for you, her presence so sudden… it’s almost funny that it feels like an ambush.

“Let’s get ourselves a drink, after this.” She smiles, almost bitterly. You wince, and sighs, “I’m… I got an assignment. I’ll hurry, so… choose a good liquor for me.”Nora feels puzzled about the sentence, and she tries to call on it. “I don’t think anything is happening right now.”

“I dunno, they say it’s a fresh assignment.”

Tapping Nora’s shoulder, you smile before grabbing your backpack and moving your way out.

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“So, how much further?” By now, you can see the sun setting. One of them fidgets, and the other takes a good look at the person before him.

“Almost there.”Groaning, you reply, “We’ve been ‘almost there’ three times now.” Just after a few minutes, you can hear a cry in pain in the distance.

“They’re here.” You get out of the vehicle and follow the pair. In an auspicious terrain, the three of you enter a mossy sewer. There, you get yourself greeted with the element of surprise.

A Scar, someone aged. You see the person beside you with a clean buzz cut walk up to the old man and crouch down. “We brought help.”

Fuck. That’s all you could react to. Fuck.

Sure, you can help the man but only if it were in a different situation, You’re under Isaac. And one thing you know about Isaac is that he is never sympathetic towards Scars. An even bigger bomb drops your train of thought that this was no mission, with Isaac and the rest completely unaware.

The gravity of the situation sinks in, and you realize this situation is not as straightforward as it seems, Under Isaac’s command, you’re not allowed, and never allowed to pull this stunt: getting yourself involved with a Scar. Your morals weigh over your survival, but the one thing that you know about yourself is that your morals are more important than the rest of your priorities.

“Fuck, maybe you could have told me sooner that it was not ‘our people’ but after all, a Scar that is injured?”

“You wouldn’t listen.”

You almost retaliate, but you don’t continue. “What makes you think I won't report this to Isaac?”“We’ll kill you by then.”

Well, fuck.

You groan and utter inaudible curses before walking towards the elder scar. “What’s wrong with him?” you examine his features, his complexion rather torn. “A gunshot hit him in the right in his stomach.”

Your eyes notice the cloth stained with blood, the source of which seems to have originated from just below the man’s stomach. His breathing hitches,

“Can’t you just tell the other Scar’s to get him?”

“We tried, but they didn’t even look at him, and just started attacking us.”

“Why are you helping him?”

“...”

You press down firmly with your palm, halting the continuous loss of blood. What’s more, a sinking feeling washes over your stomach as you realize you don’t have enough medical supplies to help the aging man’s situation. With urgency, you grab a clean bandage and begin to push it through the open wound. The old man attempts to cry out in pain, but his state restricts him from letting out a scream. You stand up and look at both of the wolves.

“We need to give him proper medical help, I can’t help him with just a bunch of bandages and painkillers.”

The tattooed wolf pinches his nose, “Can’t you just do whatever you can?”

“His organs will shut down if I delay any more.”

The man with a buzz cut inhales deeply and pats his pal’s shoulder.

“We’ll go back to FOB and steal some things.”

“Then you better fucking hurry if you want him alive.”

You quickly instruct the two boys on the specific materials needed for a proper procedure.

They both nod and walk their way out of the sewer. “We’ll be back.”

–

You sit on the ground, your gaze changing between the injured man and the exit to the sewer. The air feels like it's weighted, with guilt about listening to yourself and disobeying Isaac.

“Wh…ats your… na-me?”

“___.”

The old man chuckles with great difficulty, his hitched coughs causing you to flinch and instinctively check up on him.

Your palm lands on his forehead and the bandage. “... you’re cold.”

“I’ll… b-e fi.ne.”

“What happened to you?”

The old man stares at the air, before telling. “Some man… helped me, from o-ne of your people.” Your brows furrow, head hung low. “He was… a..attacking the chi-ldren from our areas.. And stealing… our supplies.”

With a stuttered blinking, you blurt. “What happened to the man? That helped you.” He looks at you and you take in his current composure. So pale, cold sweats stem on his forehead, and his lips look as if it was about to rot. “Just as… the runt was about to shoot me… He shot him… And ran away.”

“How did you meet the two of them?”

Both of you engulfed yourself in a conversation, in his words, despite the outward differences and opposing ideologies of both the Scars and the W.L.F., at their core, they are driven by the same desire for survival. Even more so, as you delve deeper into these conversations, you let yourself sink in, as if the person who was long gone, is the one you’re engaging with.

“I’ll do my best to take care of you, You hold his hand, You have my word.”

You take a moment to ponder before a rustling is heard outside. “We’re here.”

Your eyes light up and immediately run up to them. Snatching the supplies from the men’s hands, you begin the necessary procedure without hesitation.

“You’re strong, sir.” You say you smile almost bitterly, “You’re doing a great job steadying yourself. You’ll be in my care now.”

He weakly smiles back at you, and it feels as if the world is in slow motion, your composure almost in a panic, yet you remain calm.

Click.

“What was that?” The man scans the area. He lets out an inaudible curse before he runs back inside. “Some of the infected fuckers walked into this area.”

Your brows furrow, eyes still landing on the man while you’re under process, “Take care of it, I’ll be fine.”

Both of the wolves wet their way to deal with the situation outside, your heart beating so loud as if it’s about to burst in a second. The man groans with his eyes shut, and you coo at him. Assessing the further damage to his tissues, you feel as if your heart is about to drop. Delayed treatment, severe bleeding, and such an environment like this cannot help you with the old man's now even worse injury.

“You almost done there??” One of them shouts. “We need to move him somewhere else!”

…

Now it seems so quiet.

Click.

You give yourself a quick look outside the area, and you’re met with fear.

“Get out of here, now.” The man with a clean cut warns, holding his hand with the bite mark now stretched across his arm.

Fuck. It’s either you carry the old man with you, or you leave the place alone.

‘You’ve gotta be shitting me.’ With faltering steps, you lift the unconscious man into your arms, a weight being such a burden, that your legs buckle and struggle to stay put.

‘I should exercise often…’ But when would that happen if you’re about to get yourself infected by cordyceps? You make your way out, slowly and steadily- minimizing any sound that might betray your survival of getting out of here alive. Murmuring soft apologies, you lay the man on your back before without any hesitation, breaking into a sprint, feet pounding with no sense of rhythm. A trail of the infected follows you, panic grips your heart as you glance behind: a hunger-driven pursuit of cordyceps, and the scent of blood lingering in the air. Suddenly, your foot catches on an unseen obstacle, causing you to tumble down into the depths of the forest. You slide uncontrollably, your arms now gripping the cold body.

Is this how you meet your end? A question that flashes in your mind.

A few seconds pass, and you hear nothing but distant clicks in your surroundings. Your vision lands on the frozen body lying on your arm. He looks peaceful, but you certainly aren't. As if hope still hasn’t died down, you repeatedly pat his cheeks, each touch colder and colder. You hear your heart pounding once more. Leaning close to the old man’s chest, hoping to hear any sign of life against the deafening silence. But nothing– no faint whisper of breathing, no reassuring rhythm of a heartbeat. Tears well up in your eyes as you repeat your actions, seeking relief.

Reality sinks in— he’s gone. Deep down, you knew the odds were slim, but you clung to that fragile spark of hope, unwilling to accept what seemed to be impossible to avoid. Now, the harsh truth washes over you, coming down to disappointment towards yourself. Sobs become faint, each weight of grief making each breath a struggle. Clinging desperately to the clothes of what seemed to be a stone, gripping the fabric as if the body, will also fade away.

What a fool to even think you could change the old man’s fate.

After calming yourself down, you put him down, and slowly blanket the man with the wet earth, your fingertips seeking one last sign of solace. You slowly pick yourself up, and draw in the cool, damp air of the forest, allowing its soothing embrace to calm the turmoil within you.

“...my backpack.”

You curse, and make your way in an attempt to retrieve it. Intrigued by the distant voices, you take cautious steps toward the source. From there, you find yourself tangled in yet another difficult situation.

“Abby..???”

☆-☆-☆-☆

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I Just wanted to ramble about turtles because I read a post about Master Splinter and how he would be against the relationship because it puts in danger his family and all "in the shadows" thing. And for one part it bothers me because I think it's true! Arghhh So frustating. But at the same I think he would grow out of it as well as he did with not letting his sons fight. I dunno 🫠

It is complicated, would love to trade opinions and discuss 👀

ooooo hi nonne! Thank you for coming to talk! If you see this I'd love to have the link to the post you're referencing, I'd love to read it and see their line of reasoning.

I think bayverse Splinter in the 2014 movie would ABSOLUTELY be against his sons bringing anyone home. I think the turtles would have to be really sneaky to be seeing anyone, but I also think they didn't considering 1. Mikey had never talked to a girl before, 2. they were never allowed out (though interestingly enough I think the first scene April "sees" them is just Mikey and Raph but it's been a bit since I watched it). I guess Donnie could have had an online friend if he really wanted but gosh darn nerdy boy was tripping over himself when he hacked April it was so adorably painful to listen to.

by the 2016 movie, even if it was only a year later, I think it's safe to say Splinter has relaxed a little bit. His sons are older, nearing adulthood, and after meeting Vern and April (and his nonchalance over Casey coming to the Lair) i think Splinter would be more trusting in his sons' judgements.

Now my personal feeling is that he'd be ecstatic if his sons found someone to share their life with. The intro to the first movie paints this picture pretty clearly to me because he sounds so hopeful that his sons will one day be thanked or respected for how extraordinary they are. Also, unless I'm completely wrong, he was there at the award ceremony with the police at the end of the second movie, yeah?

Yeah, I think by the time his sons are in their early twenties Splinter is like "when are you gonna make an old rat happy and have some babies?" or anytime they bring someone to the lair to meet him he just turns into the grandma from Mulan "would you like to stay forever?!" yelling in the background while his son is dying of embarrassment and just trying to say goodbye.

but this is just my opinion, I'd love to hear your take on it!

#ask away!

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bobbyseyesmile · 2 years

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Attitude

Summary: Rick Grimes daughter was a sweet soul to everyone but Shane- she knew him her whole life but when Shane changed into a mean hothead of a man she turned into the brat who made his life hell because she had enough. But so did Shane.

Characters: Dark!ShaneWalsh x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is 18+) / explicit sexual content as in deep throat, oral (M receiving), swearing, Sir kink (kinda) Trigger warning: non-con | 18+ 🔞 MINORS DNI below the cut! 🔞

➻ Part 2 [M]❤️‍🔥‼️

Rick and Lori Grimes were way to young when they found out that they would become parents. Barely finishing High School and shortly after graduation they held you in their arms for the first time.

Your friends always envied you for having such cool and young parents; you heard sentences like “Oh, your mom must be like your best friend and not like a mother!”

Truth was- Loris Grimes was neither for you. Yeah, she was your mother but that didn’t automatically make her a good one. You two were too different, all your personality traits coming from your father. When she fell pregnant again, this time with your younger brother Carl, she swore to do everything different! She would be a real mom with real responsibility and raise him right! She didn’t.

But she tried; you had to give her that. She tried to be around and connect to her kids as soon as the apocalypse started- way to late but nonetheless.

But your father- oh you loved your father and worshipped the ground he walked on. He was a gentle and friendly soul, trying to please everyone and looking for solutions that would fit for the whole group. Sure, he too changed when the world went to shit but he still tried his hardest and darn best.

And that was just something your mother didn’t. Bad enough she fucked his best friend when she believed to be a widow and had the nerve to not even tell your dad when he returned to your family.

Of course, her and Shane believed they were sooo sneaky and careful- as if walkers made some sexy noises while they stumbled through the woods. When you caught them in the middle of their act your first reaction was to scream, slap the stupid out of them or puke. But you just stood here, flabbergasted and hurt before you turned around without saying a thing.

They didn’t know that you knew but your mother noticed that something was off when you distanced yourself even more from her and starting to make snarly remarks towards Shane, losing all respect you had for the former family friend.

You grew up with Shane being around; he held you when you were a baby and spent every Friday afternoon at your house watching sports with your father. That’s why you couldn’t wrap your head around why he would go after your mother, the wife of his best friend, doesn’t matter if they believed Rick was dead or not.

Shane noticed your changed behavior as well but you were young and probably had some things and hormones to go through so he mostly ignored it, trying to remain his composure in front of the group. You turned worse with every day that passed; getting cheekier with your remarks, rolling your eyes whenever he said something or ordered you to do. “You’re not my dad” or “You can’t tell me what to do” were some of your favorite sentences, making Shane’s blood boil under the surface.

Loris tried to calm him down: “She’s only a teenager, it will pass.” He knew it but would be lying if he pretended that it didn’t bother him and, on some days, he wanted to spank the everlasting shit out of you. Of course, he would never touch you but still; a guy can dream.

The moment Rick returned and your family was reunited again was also the moment you became your old self again or so Shane thought. In front of the group and your parents you were just the sweetest girl; always ready to help with chores, being polite and well mannered. But as soon as they turned their back and you were alone with Shane your whole demeanor changed into a little devil, determined to make his life a living hell.

He tried talking to you, asking what he did wrong, what he could do to make you like him again but you waved him off, not even interested in his lies of bullshit he’d feed you.

The tension grew when the group reached the farm, trying to build a partly normal life for themselves but Shane had to go full crazy psycho bonkers, ruining everybody’s days.

After the hospital run with Otis he was changed- the good guy was gone and a new and aggressive Shane took place.

You started to keep out of his way, leaving as soon as he arrived somewhere and he didn’t mind as long as you kept your mouth shut.

Rick noticed the silence between you two and asked what was wrong but you just shrugged your shoulders and said in the sweetest tone possible: “Nothing, daddy.”

Your father didn’t push the matter anymore, as long as there was no fighting or dispute going on, you two could continue your weird silence.

And so it was; Shane ignoring you and you ignoring him as well until a few weeks later when the group sat around a bonfire, talking, keeping watch, trying to have somewhat of a good time. You sat next to your dad, your head on his shoulder and staring into the crackling fire.

“Fucking can’t believe this, are y’all kidding me?!” Shane suddenly yelled when he crawled out of his tent. “Y’all sitting on your asses and grilling marshmallows when we should do something about that damn barn?!”

A few rolled their eyes but remained silent, your dad tried to calm him down but Shane only grew louder. That’s when you had enough.

“Shut up, Shane.” You mumbled and your dad gave you a soft nudge. “Hey!” he scolded playfully but wasn’t really angry.

“What did ‘ya just say to me?!” Shane asked and took another step in your direction. You gave him a lazy stare in return, how pathetic.

“You heard me, Walsh. We’re trying to have a good time and you always have to ruin it with your shitty mood swings. Get that stick out of ya ass and relax.”

Glenn’s eyebrows raised and some tried to keep their laughter to themselves but failed making Shane almost explode with anger.

“Y/N-“ your mother said but you threw her a disgusted side glance.

“Mom, don’t even start-“ you warned and she knew what you meant, swallowing before she pressed her lips into a thin line remaining silent.

Rick sighed. “Okay, enough! Shane, we’ll talk tomorrow, alright? I know you’re concerned but the barn is secure for now and we’re safe.” He gave a quick look to the group “We should go to sleep, it’s getting late.”

Days passed and no one thought about it anymore. No one but Shane. He was still upset and would not tolerate being humiliated in front of the others, especially not by a silly teenager.

On your way to the house, you walked by the RV but didn’t notice Shane standing there; watching. When you turned around the corner you ran straight into his chest, a small yelp escaping you.

“Ow! What the hell, Walsh?” you took a step back but he came closer till your back was against the RV.

“I swear to god Y/N- If I keep hearing you calling me by my last time one more time, I’ll-“

“You will what? Huh?” you taunted and gave him a small push to keep some distance. “You know you talk really loud when all you should do is keep your mouth shut or else, I tell my dad that you fucked my mom while he was fighting for his live, desperately trying to find us.”

Shane took a step back as if you had hit him. “That’s what this is all about? You’re being a little bitch because I slept with your mother?”

It all started to make sense now- of course you knew! All those side glances and cheeky remarks; you knew the whole time.

“You two disgust me.” you snarled and Shane let out a small laugh.

"My, my. And here I was breaking my head over why you suddenly hated me. My sweet little Y/N.”

“Don’t call me that! You lost that right as soon as you betrayed my dad, your best friend if I might add!”

“Y/N-“ he still had a smile on his face and all you wanted was to slap it right off. “You will understand when you get older, for now just focus on growing up, these are adult problems.”

“Excuse me?” you responded, completely offended. “I am a grown up! I don’t need to get older to understand that you fucked a married woman!”

“Okay that’s enough.” Shane's smile slowly disappeared.

“Or what? You can’t tell me shit, Shane! You better keep your distance and stay the hell away from my mother or I will tell my dad. God knows what he’ll do to you.”

Shane took a quick look but no one was around, leaving you two alone before he wrapped his hand around your throat dragging you inside the RV. You clawed at his arm, desperately trying to free yourself. Inside he closed the door, releasing the breathtaking grip while pushing you away. You landed on your ass, gasping for air.

“What the-“ you started but fell silent when you saw the look in his eyes; pure anger.

“I am so done with you, sweetheart. This attitude problem stops right now, ya hear me?” Shane’s nostrils were blown wide, a visible vein pulsating at his temple. His large figure hovered over you, giving you a feeling of helplessness.

“What is your problem?” you tried to yell but it was only a squeak. “You can’t treat me like that!”

“Why?” he grinned cheekily “Because your Ricks daughter? I don’t fucking care, darling. Your daddy missed to teach you some manners and we’re going to fix that. Right now.”

You watched in fear as he opened his belt; the noise from the zipper rang in your ears. He wouldn’t...?

“Shane-“ you started and he shook his head.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You lost that privilege- from now on it’s Sir to you.”

“I-I’m sorry…” your voice was a mere whisper but he didn’t care. “No. But you will be.”

You tried to back away when he positioned himself in front of you; your face was now the same height as his crotch. Shane’s large hand grabbed your hair, painfully holding you in place.

“We’re done playing. You wanna be treated as an adult?” When you remained silent, he gave your hair another yank and you yelped in pain. “Answer me.”

“Yes…” you hissed trough gritted teeth but his grip didn’t loosen. “Yes what?” “Yes, Sir!” tears filled your eyes and he finally released your burning scalp.

“Good girl.” He praised and softly caressed your jawline with his fingers. “Now, we’re going to have to do something about that mouth- Open up.”

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “No…”

“Oh, sweetheart…” he cooed “You’re only going to make it worse for yourself. Now open.that.mouth.” When he pulled out his already hardened member you were on the edge of crying; desperately begging him to stop. Shane raised his eyebrows looking at you with fake concern. “Poor thing, never had a man handle you, huh? Am I your first?”

You didn’t need to answer him- your flushed cheeks was what he needed to know. His hand stroked his erection and a bit of precum dripped down. The sudden yank on your hair made you yelp in pain, your mouth open in a silent cry when he pushed himself into you.

“If you bite me-“ he warned softly but the grip on your hair was painfully tight “I’m gonna break your jaw. Understood?” You nodded your head; trying to relax your jaw, finding a comfortable position to relieve the pain. But Shane wasn’t a patient person, he literally couldn’t care less about your comfort. The first time his tip hit the back of your throat you started gagging, trying to push him away but his speed increased, barely giving you enough time to breathe.

“Look at me.” he demanded in a low growl and you looked up through your lashes. “Fuck, almost regretting screwing your mom if I could have had that mouth a long time ago. I bet you dreamed about this, huh? Didn’t think I noticed the way you look at me? Strolling around in them tiny shorts, almost presenting yourself on a silver plate for me.”

He let out a deep moan when you released his dick with a loud Pop-sound. Your lips were red and swollen, your knees sore. But you never looked more beautiful to him than right now. He gave you only a few seconds before he shoved himself down your throat again, setting a harsh pace while grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck, so close.” he grunted and your eyes widened in shock but Shane laughed when he saw your expression “Oh, you’re gonna swallow, babygirl.”

There wasn’t anything that you could have done; you were just grateful that you were still able to breathe. Your eyes were shut, tears streaming over the heated cheeks when his warm load filled your mouth, running down the back of your throat.

Shane let out a long and deep moan- his eyes were closed and finally he released his grip making you fall back, coughing and gasping for air again.

„Damn, baby, that mouth was heaven.“ His voice was soft but the look in his eyes still dark; his pupils blown full wide with lust. „You did so well, maybe I‘ll make it up to you one day.“ You wiped away the tears with your arm- small and pathetic in Shane‘s eyes and he fucking loved it.

He put away his already softening member and started to exit the RV but not before he turned around one last time, giving you a warning glance:

„If ‘ya ever run that mouth again or behave like a brat, I‘m gonna come for that sweet ass of yours and believe me- I won‘t be as gentle as today.“

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Why do I love Jimin? Let me count the reasons:

He is extremely hardworking and dedicated. Even now, when he has everything, he pushes himself to near breaking to deliver what he considers is the best. Without any excuses.

He is kind. To everyone. All the time. I don’t think I need to elaborate on this. Namjoon once said he is selfless.

He is considerate. Of others. Especially of his members. Again, I don’t need to elaborate on this.

He is humble. It reminds me of that one concert where he calls out each of the others individually and says that they held him. He does not have much to offer when we all know that he was the je ne sais quoi. BTS needed Jimin.

He is decisive and goal oriented. He knows what he wants and he works towards it. The persistence with which he works towards his goals is quite admirable.

He does not shy away from his femininity but is also very masculine. A number of members have said that he is not to be messed with. Remember that show where he barely contained his anger at the brother who bullied his sister? And then you have his fancams going viral for looking like a fairy and members saying he is the cutest lil bean?!

He is an artist. A performer par excellence. And he is intelligent, smart and thoughtful about his art. All of it. His photofolio, lie, filter, Face. Everything has been thought out carefully.

He embodies art and I am not sure if he fully knows it. If he does, he deliberately doesn’t lean into it because he will kill us all. Kitty gang Jimin was only a trailer.

He is loving. Have you seen him with animals? With JK? With Tae? On live? He is so darned loving.

But he also is assertive with his boundaries. For the longest time we didn’t know who his friends were, where he lived. He decides to let us in and show us what he wants. I like a man who respects himself and his boundaries fiercely.

He is a sneaky little thing too. The Run BTS episode with him selling Hobi out for ‘ha ha ha’, the other episode where he says it’s so sad that the team makes them suspect members all the time, and then plot twist - he says he loves it! How he is sharp and witty - check his banter with Yoongi?

There are more reasons why. But I will stop here.

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Thank you for the lovely list on some of the things we love about Jimin, @zeeswords

This bit stood out to me: "He embodies art and I am not sure if he fully knows it. If he does, he deliberately doesn’t lean into it because he will kill us all."

I think he knows it. I think he knows he has a flair for the theatrical and dramatic, and leans into it in his art, but you're right that it's not so much that he kills us all.

We see it in Lie and in Set Me Free Pt 2. And using those two songs as examples, it's as though the older Jimin becomes, the more audacious he gets in expressing that aspect in his art.

And it makes me so excited about what we'll get next from him.

#jimin #bts #what do you love about Jimin?

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Not OFMD specific but might be of interest

(copied without permission given to reproduce)

Found in Private Eye 16-29th Feb

Warner Gloss:

Labour's business charm offensive continued last week, as Keir Starmer proudly posted that he had met with David Zaslav, CEO of Warner Bros Discovery, aiming to "work in partnership with the creative industries to drive growth".

Named by the New York Times as the man who "blew up Hollywood", Zaslav in fact seems to be doing everything he can to prevent growth in the industry. Having merged hi cable TV company, Discovery with entertainment conglomerate Warner Bros in 2022, Zaslav took on $56bn in debt and enacted cost cuts of £3bn.

To achieve this he set about binning TV shows and films that had already been completed in order to claim large tax write-offs - most notoriously superhero caper Batgirl - and removing shows from streaming services to avoid paying residuals fees.

In a move that might have had more appeal for St

armer, Zaslov also hired Chris Licht as CEO of CNN in 2022 to make the news service more appealing to conservative viewers - but then fired him within a year after ratings hit rock bottom. Under Zaslav's watch, the stock price of Warner Bros Discovery Inc has fallen by nearly 60% - probably not quite the growth Starmer would hope to discover!

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Firstly thank you for your round-ups, much appreciated!

"make the new service more appealing to conservative viewers" Why am I not surprised.....

Secondly I am disturbed that the possible future leader of the UK or his advisors didn't do more investigating before agreeing to or asking for this meeting, very disappointing.

Thirdly "removing shows from streaming services to avoid paying residuals fees" Should we be concerned by this for series 1 and 2?

best wishes

Susannah

Hey omg I'm like 3 days behind on messages/replies/asks I'm sorry! This weekend was crazy! Hi Susannah!

Oh interesting! I've never read Private Eye, I'll go check them out now! Oh darn- looks like a paywall, thank you for pasting the text! (And no problem about the recaps! Thanks so much for reading them!)

To address your second point: I wish I knew more about Keir Starmer! I'm in the US so I only know tangentially about him. You would think someone would have vetted the situation a bit more though (although you know Zaslav has been a bit of a sneaky little fucker about everything until he was outed more recently). Sorry I don't have much to say on that point!

To address your third point:

Yeahhhhhh, my hope is that it won't affect OFMD too much because it's a bit more of it's own thing (and not a WB proprety like the Coyote movie). I think they could actually make money selling S1 and S2 as opposed to loss since there's such a demand for it, so personally I don't think it's going to be much of an issue, but I have no real authority or reason to believe that except common sense (which we all know hollywood doesn't always have).

@fuckyeahisawthat had a good take though, it's kind of anything goes unfortunately.

I have faith though... because like a lot of my tumblr colleagues have said, David Jenkins would have probably told us by now if in fact, there was literally no hope. He's been pretty good about putting out hints and letting us know where to focus our efforts, and as of yet he hasn't flat out said "Thanks anyway guys, but its not going to happen.

That in itself gives me hope for s1, s2 and s3.

Anyway, thanks for the write in Susannah! I'm really sorry again it took me so long to answer, and then I doubt I gave you anything of real substance @_@. I hope you're having a lovely day, and would love to chat more!

Take care, sending love!

Abby

#ofmd #our flag means death #s3 #ofmd s1 #ofmd s2 #david jenkins #asks #asks answered

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Digimon Tamers - Volume 1

Another one of these lazy manhua adaptations. I can't say they're not fun, fast reads, but they're very eye roll worthy and shoddily put together. This one is four volumes long.

Ch. 1

As usual, it's nice to get a refresh of the story in a condensed format, even if it is super dumbed down.

Lots of cheesy meta references to goggles making you the leader and a sneaky Pokemon gag too. I wonder if Digimon got compared to Pokemon a bunch in Japan or if that's just a western perspective...

Ch. 2

Two sex jokes in this chapter. Culumon makes a reference to "petting" and Takato says something about "digimon mating season." Kinda squicked me out considering the audience, like wut.

Jian calling Terriermon's "moumantai" catchphrase "lame" felt kind of out of character. Also, I feel like Terriermon is less sassy than he was in the anime.

Ch. 3

I feel like we never really get a satisfying answer for why Terriermon snaps in Gargomon form. I guess having guns for arms just does that to you? Terriermon barely mentions anything about it.

Ch. 4

The panel showing that lady from Hypnos (the one in the chair that they show like 50 million times in the anime) was so show-accurate that I'm suspicious it was traced.

Ch. 5-6

Apparently Renamon attacks with "diamonds" instead of leaves in the English version of Tamers, I had to look that up cuz I was confused.

I gotta admit I laughed at the random old dude on the street being like "those darn kids and their rap music!" when Rika brushed by him.

When Guilmon de-digivolves after being stuck as Growlmon, Jian says that Takato "saved his digimon with his tears!" What...? Since when was that a thing? What is this, the Pokemon movie?

Ch. 7

Terriermon says that if he doesn't digivolve than he'll lose his powers...which sounds like fake lore that they just made up on the spot. Does he just mean he'll lost the window of opportunity to digivolve?

Rolled my eyes at Culumon saying "I'm a living plot device!" I mean...it's true, but can we leave abridged series-like lines out of the official release?

#digimon tamers #digimon #manhua #manga

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operationnope · 8 months

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Stick or Twist ~ Alex

Finally got our sneak peek. I think the sneaky part was making us pay gems to see it 🫤 But I have to admit, I’m intrigued. Darn you, fusebox🙎🏻‍♀️

Alex seems… nice. He’s the tradie of the season and a chippie (had to look that up- he’s a carpenter). Looking for the one, but claims to be a slow burn, so he’s gonna make sure it’s right. Says he’s not into playing games, but fb notoriously ruins “good guys.” I guess we’ll see. Not sure yet if he’s my type looks-wise, but not gonna rule him out💪💋

I like the beach hut confessionals format. We got to hear about other islanders, some drama and some couple dynamics. Will be interesting to see how they progress the timeline/storyline this way 🏖️🎭

Ngl, low-key excited to be a Casa girl. Really interested to see the competition between girls vying for a spot in the Villa, and how hard the guys are gonna be to graft. Hopefully the available boys are appealing 💅👙

Tell me your thoughts! What do you think of Alex? Are you excited to be a Casa girl? What do you think so far? This fandom is what makes this fun 💖😘

#litg #love island the game #litg s7 #litg stick or twist #litg alex

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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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so yeah, I went to the BC signing session at Nokia Arena today, because what else would I, a full-grown adult with a respectable dayjob, do on a wintery Saturday if not stand in a queue freezing my toes off surrounded by sugar-high teenagers for hours, just to exchange a few words with some band dudes? 🤡

(wrote this for me as to remember at least something about it afterwards, but you may read this as well <3)

The queuing part was every bit as shitty as it always is when queuing to any BC event really, but I was in high spirits and great company who were polite enough to laugh at my shitty amazing jokes 🥰

Niko was so soft and nice and aaaaaaaaaa the way he laughed so heart-warmingly at the silly (practiced) thing I said?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I want to put him in my pocket <3

So when I was a kid I used to collect stickers (this is relevant, trust me), especially dog stickers because dogs are cute, and I happen to have a full page of dachshund stickers that look exactly like Rilla, so I thought I'd give Aleksi a couple of those, and the other day I jokingly checked my local supermarket's sticker selection to see if they have any more fun stickers I could give him, and lo and behold I actually found some cool Spider-Man ones, and naturally I JUST couldn’t help myself 😂 and awwwwwww the way his entire face brightened up and he went "NO WAY!! 🤩" when he saw the dachshund ones aaaaaaa 😭💞😭💞😭💞😭 he said he'll put them on his laptop where he has also collected other stickers 🥺💞 I gave them in a Minigrip bag so that he hopefully won't lose them before he gets home (see the picture below for the stickers)

Aleksi’s hair looked super fluffy btw 🤲 you're welcome for this crucial information

The last time I saw Olli at a signing session I was so blown away by his beauty that I could barely speak a word to him, so this time I was determined to actually have some sort of a conversation with him, and I did succeed, even if we only talked about the weather (my go-to conversation topic) 😂 it's difficult to translate the Finnish word tarjeta, but basically I asked him how's the weather been in Oulu, and he said it's been cold ("Mites Oulussa on tarettu?" "Kylmä on."), but apparently he actually likes cold weather, my reply being "well I don't you fucking weirdo <3"

Joonas heard this intellectual exhange of opinions and put in his two cents as he told me how they had recently visited Oulu and that it had been significantly colder than in Helsinki 👍

Also, as you may have seen from pictures by now, he was wearing no shirt under his blazer and yeah, I may have taken a good look at his rug while he was signing my totebag 👁️👄👁️ In my defence, he had it out for everyone to see, so where else was I supposed to look? His eyes? 🙄

At that signing session I went to in Stockholm last year (see the link above) I didn't manage to say a damn thing to Tommi lol (I blame Joel and Olli), so that was my other goal for this time and yaaaay, success! I didn't say much to him though, just "hi" and "ah darn, is that bloody marker not working? and here I thought I had bought a good one" ("Olin ostavinani hyvän tussin")

For context: I had brought my BC totebag (which I bought exactly 2 years ago tomorrow and have used maybe twice during all this time) with me for them to sign, and as I wasn't sure if they'd have fabric markers, I had gone and bought one for the purpose myself, and I had tested it (on paper) at home, but I guess the cold weather had affected the ink, so it was working quite poorly. They all did manage to scribble down their autographs though, and the extra time it took for them to do so offered me some extra time to chat with them, which was nice actually 🤭 (hehe sneaky meeee)

To Joel I said the new song is great ("Helevetin hyvä se uus biisi"), which he was pleased to hear. He gave me back my totebag but not my marker, so I had to ask for it lol, to which he said his brain was not working properly anymore (felt 💀), to which I said that at least he hasn't been standing in the freezing cold for hours, to which he said: "yeah, you're the actual heroes here" and hell yeah we are lol, I wouldn't do this shit for any other band 😌

Then he tried to give me the autograph card of the next person in line dfdggdgdgddd poor Joel, I guess his brain really wasn't working

Afterwards my mouth was SO dry from talking so much in such a short time lol, but I was happy I got to say most of the stuff I had wanted to say to them. I was planning to show Aleksi a picture of our family dachshunds like I had done in Stockholm, but with all the hassle with the marker I kinda forgot about it (I kept grumbling about the shitty marker to literally all of them except Joel), and anyway I didn't want to slow down the queue any more than I already was 🙈

After the signing session we had pizza and went to the local Christmas market that just opened today and I bought some organic coffee beans for my brother for Christmas, so all in all I had a lovely day (ignoring the cold-as-balls weather) 🥰💞

here are the stickers I gave to Aleksi:

and here's my freshly-signed totebag (why is Olli's autograph so cute 🥺)

(I know it looks like there are some strange stains on the tote but there really isn't, as I said I've barely ever used it, so I guess it's just the fabric doing a weird thing in that lighting)

#i'm not gonna translate what i said to niko because it won't make sense but @ any finnish-speaker that's curious:#''täältäkö niitä PMMP:n lippuja saa'' lol yes i am so funneeeeh #nikon nauru 😭🤲💞#kerroin että olin jääny ilman (😔) ja niko oli kovin myötätuntoinen #sano että pitäs varmaan itekin lähtee PMMP:n keikalle #niko: ''nähään sit siellä!'' mä: ''mut kun ei mulla oo niitä lippuja!! 😩'' /ylidramaattinen #''toivottavasti saat jostain liput!'' damn me too bro #irrelevant but: stay tuned for day 2 of the olli/allu fic advent calendar!! 👀#this is not a gig report but i'm still putting it in the tag so i can find it later:#gig reports by theflyingfeeling

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horsesource · 13 days

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“Xenophon speaks of horses ‘greatly appreciating’ certain ‘courtesies,’ and, to the irritation of a more or less scientifically minded translator, of the ‘cunning’ of certain hunting dogs in leading other dogs off the trail of a rabbit by barking or baying falsely. The editor and translator in question appends a footnote in which he indulgently explains and apologizes for Xenophon’s naive little slip here in attributing such a degree of intellectual capacity for misdirection to a mere (helplessly sincere) animal. When I showed that passage to a friend of mine who is fond of fox hunting, he remarked rather gloomily, ‘I believe I know that darned hound!’ Xenophon wrote quite some time ago, but his notions and something like his language continue to echo in modern training, albeit revised, here and there expanded, here and there muted, as well as from time to time severely reduced. Trainers still speak of whether or not a horse is ‘mean,’ ‘sneaky,’ ‘kind’ or ‘honest’ and vary their approaches to situations accordingly, sometimes saying, ‘Hey! You’ve got to come down on that dog hard and fast and right now.’ Or ‘Relax, there isn’t a tricky bone in that horse’s body; he’ll take care of you.’ Or, in appreciative awe, ‘Look at that dog work. She knows her job, doesn’t she?’ Or, as a general principle of training, ‘But first and above all, the horse’s understanding must be developed.’ Or ‘If you want to know where the track is, ask your dog!’ There seems to me to be something terribly important about this language and what it implies, partly of course because it is a language I myself speak, but also, as I began in time to notice in more and more detail, because one can do so much more with the trainers’ language, despite the fact that in the mid to late twentieth century it sounds as it has for some time—at best naive and at worst offensive, somewhat in the way that Huckleberry Finn has sounded offensive to some. Attempts to speak in the way I have in mind have been regarded as heretical as well as intellectually unsound. And the agitation expressed by some writers and thinkers in the face of the trainers’ persistence in talking the way they do, as well as the uneasiness some trainers express in response to their awareness of the possibility of that agitation, and the attempts in the introductory portions of some training manuals to placate that agitation, suggest that modern injunctions against anthropomorphism have as much of a heretic-hounding impulse behind them as any of the older ones. When, for example, I gave a portion of ‘Tracking Dogs, Sensitive Horses and the Traces of Speech’ as a talk at the New York Institute for the Humanities, one person in the audience said that what I was saying sounded a little, well, religious. I patiently worked at finding out what she meant by religious, and it turned out that she meant ‘anthropomorphic.’ I said, ‘Oh, yes indeed, that’s the whole point of this project!’ She wondered aloud if I should be allowed to teach in a university, and at a later talk, when I found myself seated next to her by accident, she asked me to leave the room.”

Vicki Hearne

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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FFF~ Day 9

♡Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f)

♡Genre: Smut with no plot :)

♡Au: established relationship, boyfriend!teez

♡Word Count: 1,438

♡Warnings: oral fixation, oral (m receiving), deep throating, cum eating

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Degradation, JWY | Next Day~ Threesome, JWY/JYH

♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

Mingi was having a lazy day. He was sitting on the couch, watching anime from his phone. You didn't particularly enjoy the one he was watching, hence his decency to listen to it through his headphones and not blare it from the TV speakers.

But you were having a day.

It wasn't good or bad, per say, it was more like you felt like you were floating through the day, and didn't feel a part of this world. You needed something to ground yourself, or, someone.

So when you got home, you took off your shoes and dropped your bag and padded around your apartment to find Mingi. You called out to him and when he didn't answer you realized he was on his phone with his headphones on.

You snuck up behind him and was a bit dejected to find him watching the one anime you didn't like. Of course, today of all days, he would be watching that. You were about to get into a bad mood when a light bulb went off above your head and you got an idea. You didn't have to interrupt Mingi in order for him to help ground you.

So you moved around to the front of the couch. Mingi looked up briefly to smile at you but stuck to his show. Perfect. You balanced on the balls of your feet, crouched in front of Mingi's wide spread legs and ran your hands up his thighs. You heard Mingi's intake of breath but he didn't set aside his phone to tell you to stop.

Your fingers crawled up to his crotch and tucked them into the waistband of his jeans. Mingi pressed his lips together, eyes glued to his screen, refusing to disillusion you. You petted his stomach, feeling his abs beneath, and then moved to undo his button. The only indication Mingi gave that he was aware of what was going on was by lifting his hips to allow you to pull down his jeans and then when he raised his arms to allow room for your head.

You licked your lips but you knew you had some work to do on Mingi. You pushed up Mingi's t-shirt to run a finger down the trail of hair from his navel that disappeared into his underwear. Mingi shuddered in response.

"I know all your buttons, Song Mingi," You chuckled evilly under your breath, "Let's see how quickly I can get you hard."

You used that same finger to trace the outline of Mingi's dick. It twitched to life but it wasn't enough. So you squeezed the head of his cock, and Mingi whined. "Come on, Baby," You encouraged him, "Get hard for me so I can put you in my mouth."

You leaned in farther, using your spare hand to tug down Mingi's underwear a little bit farther until you could see Mingi's hipbone. You licked a small stripe, following the hollow there, and then sucked a nice hickey there. Mingi whimpered, and his dick grew harder at your sneaky little trick.

Mingi was doing his best to focus on his show. He was greedy for it since he could only watch it when you two weren't hanging out. He also thought it was really hot that you were going to touch him while he was watching anime. What other man got that kind of attention? But you were making it darn freaking hard to pay attention to his show. In fact, he had no idea what had happened since you ran your hands up his thighs.

You mouthed at his dick through his underwear and that's when Mingi began to buck his hips. The hot press of your mouth through the thin layer of his boxer briefs was amazing. When you gave a small kitten lick through them, one of his hands let go of his phone and gripped your head. Putting your lips over your teeth, you mouthed your way down his length and up again. At this point, Mingi was panting with need and hard enough for you to suck on.

You tucked his underwear under his balls. What gave him the right to be so fucking long, you had no idea, but it was relieving in this moment. All you wanted was the weight of his mouth pressing down on your tongue.

"Time for you to stuff my mouth, sir," You announced and then enveloped his soft but firm dick with your mouth.

You let out a deep sigh, almost a moan, when his length ran along your tongue. You stayed there, halfway down him, not eager to take him all in. You closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. All that mattered was that you were home and Mingi's dick was in your mouth. You said a mental thank you to your boyfriend. You knew how hard it was for him to sit there and not fuck your mouth.

Mingi was dying. You only did this when you were having one of your floating days. He knew you just wanted him in your mouth to ground you. He was a good boyfriend; he always wanted what was best for you. But it was times like these when he remembered how well you took his cock. He couldn't help it. He whimpered loudly. Mingi loved lazy blow jobs in the morning when you'd take him in your mouth and play his head against the inside of your cheek. Then there were nights where you whispered you could be just a hole for him and with the back of your head against the headboard, he mercilessly fucked your throat. Once, you blew him in his car during a road trip and he swore that was the hottest thing you'd ever done for him.

His fingers dug into your scalp, attempting to ground his own damn self, but that only made you groan against this dick and this time he did buck up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Mingi barely pulled aside one of the ears of his headphones in order to hear your soft gags.

"Fuck, Sweetheart, I'm not sure--" Mingi swallowed loudly, not wanting to feed your with excuses.

You pulled off of him and sent him a quizzical look. "Ming?"

"I know you need to just cockwarm me with your mouth but I don't have much self control right now," He admitted bashfully.

Mingi smiled, boyish charm radiating off of him. He scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry."

You giggled, your heart full of love for your boyfriend. "S'okay, Baby. You wanna use me or you want me in charge?"

"Can I fuck your throat, sweetheart?" Mingi wondered.

" 'course!" You chirped, smiling sweetly up at him.

That's how you wound up upside down on the couch, your feet dangling where your head should be. The way your head hung off the couch allowed Mingi an unhindered path from your mouth to your throat. Mingi had to be on his knees to do this but he didn't care.

"I'll tap twice if it's too much, 'Kay, baby?" You told Mingi before you weren't going to be able to verbalize your thoughts.

"I'll be fast," Mingi chuckled dryly.

You tsked at your boyfriend. "We're gonna have to train you to hold off on coming so fast."

Mingi blushed but bit down on his bottom lip as he pushed his dick down from throbbing against his taunt stomach to find your already-red lips. The contrast of the head of his cock rubbing against your tongue instead of the palate of your mouth had him worried he might actually just come in your mouth. Once he got back to your throat he moaned loudly. He had to put a hand on your shoulder when you swallowed around him.

Mingi suddenly began to thrust and you had to time your breathing with his thrusts. The urgency in his thrusts would have made you smile if you weren't so focused on being a receptacle for Mingi's pleasure--and you needed to breathe.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Mingi cursed as he held himself inside of you, pouring his cum down your throat. You swallowed instinctively but all that did to Mingi was make him whimper from the overstimulation. Still, Mingi didn't pull out until his dick pulsed weakly from coming.

"Geez, Mingi, was that me or the anime that got you worked up?" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning at your boyfriend.

Mingi wouldn't look at you, pouting slightly. "I'm not answering that."

And you laughed a belly laugh at his response.

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Degradation, JWY | Next Day~ Threesome, JWY/JYH

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #thekpopuniverse #february filth fest #ateez smut #ღatz #topaz's work #ateez scenarios #atz smut #song mingi scenarios #song mingi smut #reader x mingi

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