#no i am not looking to be told it's good when it's fuckin ain't

[thebearer]

when teddys like two or three months you and carl are in a patch of him not being around and he comes home one day and she gives him no reaction or loves, and someone she sees frequently she is gummy smiling at them

oh this would wreck him. like the freezer scene has nothing on what this would do to him.

so the bear is doing really well. like really, really well, but they've got some competition. this new restaurant is moving closer and a little too close. they already tried to take marcus and syd, and carmen is stressed, falling back into his old ways. he feels like in a way he got himself here bc he had a baby and got lazy in a way- distracted, is more like it. as awful as that sounds, that's how he felt.

teddy's about six months and carmen's been at work non-stop. comes home late, if you go to the restaurant he barely has time for you, he's tightly wound and hateful- loses his temper quickly. richie tried to talk to him, tina, too; and he told them the same thing- to mind their own business.

you miss carmen, you do. but when you tell him that, he tells you he's here now- now being when he's practically collapsed in bed beside you.

it's the roughest patch the two of you had ever been through, and carmen doesn't even seem to realize it. until one day. the other restaurant got moved to the other side of the city- something about the building being mysteriously shut down for shoddy wiring (uncle jimmy had nothing to do with it!!)

carmen's feeling good. feeling like he can breathe again.

comes home early and you're surprised. he's happy and excited, but when he goes to teddy, she cries.

that tiny baby cry for you, just a little whine of sorts that she does when a stranger tries to hold her.

a stranger.

"teddy," carmen coos, trying again. "it's daddy, teddy bear."

teddy just turns into your shirt, whimpering and clinging to you. you watch carmen's heart break- the fall of his face, eyes widening into horrified realization.

"i think she's cranky, carm. it's her nap time-"

"she doesn't even know who i am." carmen's tone is hard- hurt.

"no, she's just a little sleepy, carmen. look, teddy, look," you coo, bouncing her lightly to coax her out of your chest. "look, baby, it's daddy."

teddy seemed to recognize the word, eyes lighting but she didn't relate carmen to that. blinking and looking around like she was looking for her dad. carmen's face crumbled, running his hands over his face to keep himself from sobbing in front of you.

you didn't know what to do, how to make it better. "i'm going to smoke." carmen rasped, voice tight with emotion, snatching his cigarettes off the table and going outside.

he called the only person he knew to. richie. breaking down, raw and emotional, begging him for any sort of advice on how to make it better.

"cousin, she's a baby. you got time to fix this. she won't even remember this-"

"-she doesn't even remember me." carmen sniffed hard, knee bouncing as his chest bubbled over with that familiar painful panic. "my own kid doesn't know who the fuck i am. what the fuck richie? what's fuckin' wrong with me. all i ever do is fuck everything up-"

"-hey, cousin, i'm stoppin' you right there, ok? let me be honest with you. this ain't about you, ok?" richie huffed. it was mean and cutting but it was true. "this isn't the time to be feelin' all sorry for yourself and shit, ok? you left your wife alone with that baby and you've been a real jagoff- like i said."

carmen hated it, hated that he was right, hated how he felt.

richie continued. "instead of sittin' in there like an asshole, why don't you go inside, take a few fuckin' days off, and get your shit together."

"cosuin, i-i can't do that-"

"- holy fuck, carmen. ok, let's try it again, alright? go inside. quit being a self loathing jagoff piece of shit, and take a few days off to be with your wife and kid, ok? i got the place for a few days." richie snapped.

"richie, we're booked for the next-"

"-look, do you trust me or not?" richie snapped.

"yeah, yeah, i trust you, c'mon." carmen muttered.

"then i got it, alright? if i need you, i'll call you, but for right now- your family needs you. if this was tiff or eva, i wouldn't even think twice about it. go be with your family, and fix this shit, you dumbass." richie huffed.

carmen took richie's advice. finding you in the bedroom, folding teddy's teeny tiny baby clothes. it made carmen sob. heavy heaving cries and mumbled apologies while he clung to you.

the next four days, carmen wouldn't leave the house. wouldn't leave your side or teddy's. he'd gotten her hesitantly out of the crib, eyes red rimmed when he cooed at her and changed her. she didn't cry this time, even giving him a tiny gummy smile that had him emotional all over again.

#thebearer #carmen berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto x mom!reader #dad!carmen berzatto #dorothea “teddy” berzatto #dilf!carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #bearblahs #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto angst

[msookyspooky]

Getting to Know the Ropes

Sub-ish!Bo x GN!Reader • Soft Bondage • Male Shibari • Relationship Established with Reader • BDSM Dynamics • Bo is a Giant Brat • Reader is a 'Gentle' Dom in this and Experienced in Bondage/Rigging

No Word Count / Not Proof Read

TW: Past Abuse Mentioned

"This is fuckin' stupid." He grumbled with a raised brow. Still fully clothed in his coveralls.

"It's to test the waters to see if you like it." You mumbled while gathering the 6mm Bright Red Hemp Rope.

He huffed, "Of what? I'm clothed and it's rope. How exciting can it be? You act like I'm tying you up naked or something...Honestly, that sounds like a much better idea to this."

You sighed and gently rolled your eyes, "Then it's entertainment and practice, okay? Hold still."

He raised his dark brows but sighed. "...I still don't get why you would use dumbass rope instead of straps or tape."

You smirked up at him as you gathered your rope and walked behind him to find the middle of your rope and secure the bite at his shoulder blades. "OR...You can't tie a rope and rely on duct tape and buckles."

"And it works!" He defended. "It works on any plaything I've had including you!...In fact, I don't like your tone. Maybe I should jus' haul your ass down to the room and-"

You jerked the rope lightly to get his attention. "Bo...You promised. Please? Just this one time to see."

He groaned in annoyance. "Fine, whatever ya want I guess... I'll let ya have yer lil rope fun for a short while suga but after that? You're mine. Or if this gets too boring? You're mine...Don't tie up my damn hands either."

You could tell he was a bit antsy even if he hid it well. It's like he was using excuses to not do this and yet he refused to back out. Especially when you told him he was going to be fully clothed and standing and he promised to trust you enough to give it a try...But it was the tiny things. How stiff his shoulders were. How his jaw ticked a bit. How he shifted his weight too often.

You had the rope looped around his neck loosely, bite at his shoulder blades and brought the rope back around front to create a knot at his upper chest.

"Fair enough." You commented, zoned in on where to secure your knots as you strung the rope through the first loop to secure it.

Bo looked down curiously. "...Yer starting there?"

"Uh huh." You mumbled while your hands worked and you controlled your dominant hand over the knot you were tying to make sure it didn't accidentally fling up into his eyes or face. You pulled it and it was fairly loose.

Bo huffed with a smirk. "That's it? That's all the tighter yer gonna make it? You ain't too good at this, sweet stuff."

You just smirked wryly to yourself. "Patience...It'll tighten as we go." Even if you were tempted to tell him he was being a cocky brat you knew he was just trying to act tough when really he was nervous...He didn't have a good relationship with being tied. Not at all. Even with you and you were trying to show him it wasn't all bad.

Hell, you were lucky he even agreed to this in the first place. He trusted you enough or was that desperate to make you happy. He'd never admit it but you knew and it mattered to you.

You made two more knots over his waistline through his clothes. He watched your hands move so fast and effortlessly...He was jealous of your rigging skills he didn't have; relying on sex swings and handcuffs and straps and duct tape all these years but he wasn't telling you that.

"Oh, getting to the main attraction huh?" He muttered with a lopsided grin. You got to the groin through his pants and he gave a nervous chuckle he covered up. He was usually cocky and eager to see you on your knees hands on his bulge but right now with rope and his nerves already run tight he was a bit nervous on the whole...Family Jewel issue.

You chuckled, "Sure am." You created a knot at his pelvis over his coveralls and had two ends of rope. You split the rope and measures it with your hands.

He just stared and watched. "How bout we uh jus' say screw this rope bullshit and go have fun? You're gettin' awful handsy down there, darlin'." You ignored him as you tied a knot about 6 to 8 inches down creating a separation in the rope. "Hey, what are ya doin'?"

"Just making sure it won't hurt you, dear." You commented as you carefully seperated the rope with your hand over his groin so both pieces perfectly cradled around his bulge.

You stood up and brought the rope through his thighs and went behind him.

"I'm tellin' ya. This is dumb as hell. I mean, all it's doing is taking time away from me getting these clothes off and- Ugh!" He grunted as you pulled that rope a bit harshly with a cheeky grin to shut him up.

He stiffened, a bit flushed in the face as that balled up little knot you made nestled perfectly on his taint through his clothes. Wedging up and apply a lot of pressure as it made his coveralls tighten around his growing bulge, cradling his hardening cock and under his balls through his clothes. That knot hitting in a way that stimulated his prostate externally. All while wedging between his cheeks through his pants.

"Jesus, YN!" He nervously chuckled a bit with a breath of air past his lips.

"Oh? Did it finally 'do something'?"

"S-Shut up." He grumbled. "I didn't know it would go between my ass cheeks like that, that's all..."

You giggled to yourself, "Sorry, forgot to mention that."

You connected the two ends of rope to the loop resting on his shoulder blades. However, you didn't create a knot. Instead, you interlaced the two pieces through each side of the loop and pulled gently as it created a triangle in the middle then reached around his barrel chest to bring the rope around front. It was awkward with how big of guy he was but you just turned him and steadied him a bit with your hand on his back other holding the two ends of rope.

He looked down with an uncharacteristically open expression as he felt you guiding him and securing that rope around his body. It wasn't something he experienced often. A gentle hand guiding him.

You got around front and asked him. "You doing okay?" After he was a bit too quiet.

"Huh?...Oh yeah. Yeah, 'm fine." He mumbled under his breath. Watching you intently.

"Good. Good just let me know. Lift your arms for me, okay?"

He did so as you brought each side of rope under his arms...You could see the scars on his wrist as his arms moved out of his sleeve more. He noticed it too and you could tell his mind and fears from his past were working against him.

He cleared his throat a bit. "S-So...Do I gotta keep em up permanently? Or..." He trailed off. Swallowing and flushing. His eyes kept darting to his wrist even when he tried not to.

You gave him a reassuring smile. "Oh no, not at all. Just to secure this rope and anchor it above this other rope here to get tension at the chest...It might tickle." You warned with a smile.

"S' alright. Not ticklish." He gave but lacked his usual cocky grin. Watching your hands as his wheels in his mind were turning.

You brought both pieces under the already formed looping triangle you started with at the front then brought it over and under itself. It vibrated the entire rope and every knot you created over his body. He grunted as it vibrated in a drumming sensation when you pulled the rope through and that knot at his taint and the cradling of his bulge got tighter. Tightening his clothes over it as he lightly sucked air through his teeth.

"Okay?"

He nodded but his mouth slacked a bit and a tint displayed itself on his cheeks and ears. "...'M good." He admitted lightly as you looped it again to let it nestle comfortably at the base of his ribs careful to not let it sit too low and ride up into him. It made his already ample pecks look bigger through his coveralls and created that drumming vibration along his entire body as he grunted.

You smiled. "You can lower your arms now, Bo."

He complied but you noticed he kept them distanced from your hands and his body at an uncomfortable angle as you were looping the remaining rope strands through the pieces in-between each knot at how front creating little diamond shapes. Each time tightening the rope with each pull as he hissed through his teeth at the sensation.

He seemed to not mind the comfortable tighteness, the knot placements pressure at sensitive spots, the light vibration on his body...Yet...He seemed just as tense too.

You stopped and gave him a concerned look. "You ok-"

"I don't want my hands tied, alright?" He blurted out. "I-In fact, get this off. I'm fuckin' serious! Cut the goodamn thing and-"

You let go of the rope and cupped his face. "Hey, hey, hey...It's okay!" You saw the panic in his eyes as the tightening sensation and fear of being completely bound brought him back to a very uncomfortable place. For once, he looked frightened in his blue eyes but hid it with aggression.

"YN! I can't, f-fuck, jus' get it off!" He demanded. His voice raising.

You nodded, going to undo the knots. Having sharp utility scissors on hand in case. "I'm sorry. Thanks for trying this...I was gonna loop it one last time at the groin but it's alright."

He seemed to lesson his breathing as he stopped your hands. "Wait...Ya mean, you ain't gonna tie me up? Ya ain't gonna tie my wrists?"

He gave you a bewildered look. "So...I can take it off myself if I wanted?"

You shook your head. "No. No, this is just a body harness. It doesn't require you being tied up at all."

He just...Stared. Calming down as he looked at you. You were so tempted to hold his wrists out of comfort but too scared to do so.

You nodded, "Yes technically but it's okay-" You went to cut it.

He stopped you, grabbing your hands. Half laughing in relief, "God damn, the fuck didn't ya say so in the first place?!"

You smirked a bit, "So...You want to keep trying it?"

He sighed a bit before getting out a cigarette and nodding, "Still think it's stupid but...Yeah. Yeah, sure."

You gave a knowing smile and adjusted the ropes, tying them off where they were supposed to be. You saw him give tiny glances here and there while taking drags off his cigarette but he remained silent. You wondered if he was embarrassed for freaking out or confused. You knew better than to bring it up. He'd just shut it down. Maybe even get angry at you.

He gazed at himself in the nearest reflective surface and whistled low. "Not bad...Certainly is interesting ain't it?" He smirked, flicking his cigarette.

It was more than interesting. He looked damn hot is what he looked with the ropes tightened over his pecks and ass and bulge. He went to walk and you saw his brow twitch and his breath hitch at how those ropes moved against his nether region.

"...Well?" You smiled nervously.

He smirked and put his cigarette out. "It's...Not s' bad. Different." He mumbled trying to remain in control.

But you? You beamed especially seeing the way he was looking at his reflection. Seeing how his body looked. The subtle ways he shifted his weight.

You smiled and got close to him to take it off and in a rare moment so rare it made you do a double take; he leaned forward with his arm around you and kissed your forehead. "...Yer a good darlin'...You really are..." It was the closest thank you he could give without admitting his weakness. Without admiting he was nervous prior, without getting to soft.

It was all you needed as you hugged him gently. A small smile on his face before he grabbed your ass and nipped your neck. "Now get these damn ropes off me. You had yer fun, now I want mine."

You giggled with a grin. "That's the best part."

"Best part-" His question died in his throat as you undid a knot and he felt that rope drum and vibrate his frame. He tensed, his breath hitched as you smirked at how...Tight that rope was getting near his bulge.

"One knot down..." You used your hand over his chest so when you slid that rope over his chest slowly he felt every silky touch of rope gliding over his chest through his shirt. You pulled it slowly, the vibration strong as you held him close and he shivered at the feeling. "Lots more to go."

#bo sinclair house of wax #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair #house of wax bo sinclair #house of wax 2005

[dellalyra]

I'd love to read more about Tsumiki and Megumi (cause yk Gege ain't doing stuff with her, smh) and their sibling bond. We did see Megumi being mean to her in the manga/anime, but I'd love to see your take on their relationship?

A/N: loved writing this sm, I’ve a baby brother so i related to it. this kinda turned into more of a character study nearly so I hope it’s okay!!! I love our siblings.

listen to: i love you so - the walters

moon river - audrey hepburn

𓇬 Safety, in human form. 𓇬

One day Tsumiki was taking care of her babydoll, the next an entire 6 year old and herself.

Her mom had never been great, never really wanted to be there - she did the bare minimum to keep her alive and that was that. Then Toji came into the picture, along with his little boy. She didn’t mind Toji really, he was the one who got her the babydoll the first Christmas he lived with them. She liked megumi too, he was a year younger than her but she could play animals with him sometimes and that was fun. Toji loves Megumi, even if he didn’t act like other daddies at school she saw, in the way he made sure he was okay and helped him not be afraid of the dark by making little shadow puppets. Her mom didn’t really do stuff like that - she didn’t know if she had a dad. Toji would go away a lot, but he’d usually bring her and Megumi a happy meal each when he got back.

Then he left.

And didn’t come back.

Then her mom left.

And didn’t come back.

So - it was just her and her brother.

She was scared, but she was going to be brave. Like Merida, or Mulan. She was going to be brave and take care of her brother. She already knew how to cook easy things, how to tell the man in the bank she’s paying a bill, how to help someone who was vomiting from drinking too much, how to do laundry. She learned from watching TV. She was never scared either, Megumi was the scary one. One day when a man started to follow them on their way home from school, Megumi kicked him where Toji said to Tsumiki you kick a man if he’s being a ‘fuckin’ creep’.

He was angry. She was too. She couldn’t go play with her friends because she couldn’t wear out her shoes too much, and she had to get Megumi home so he wouldn’t start another fight. Megumi helped her with the laundry. She taught him how to cook. She was better at math then him, so she took care of the big envelope of money that Toji had stashed away under a floorboard. Megumi was good with writing, so he signed all their homework and parental slips.

They were brother and sister. They had each others backs. Like Edward and Alphonse.

Tsumiki was going to the store today. Straight after school. So she sent Megumi home with the key and told him to go straight home and lock the door until she got back.

When she did get home - school backpack filled with rice and veggies she could afford - he wasn’t alone. Her heart clenched in her chest.

There was an adult in their apartment. He didn’t look like too much of an adult. Loads younger than her mom or Toji. His white hair was kinda crazy, like Megumi’s and he was wearing sunglasses inside. But for some reason, she wasn’t scared. Megumi was so unsure of strangers, if he was okay with him being here he can’t be a bad guy, right?

“Hello?” She called into the room.

“Hi! You’re Tsumiki, yeah?!” The strange man smiled at her.

“I am. Who are you?” She asked, in as polite a voice as she could.

“A weirdo.” Megumi answers.

“And you let him into the house?!” She responded, pushing her brother behind her.

The adult/not adult just laughs.

“Not that kinda weirdo. He’s just weird. He knows magic like me. We’re gonna go with him.” Megumi shrugs, and she noticed his backpack and a shopping back are half packed on the sofa.

“What? Megumi we can’t just go with strangers, even if they are magic.” She hisses.

“Since Megumi’s just making things worse, how about I try explain?” The man asks.

She eyes him, then nods.

“My names Gojo Satoru. I’m a Jujutsu Sorcerer, like Megumi. I - ehm - knew Megumi’s dad. The thing is, Toji got some money if he gave Megumi to his family - who are not the best people. They would wanna separate you guys. So, I asked Megumi, but I’ll ask you too, Tsumiki, would you guys like to come stay with me instead?” He asks, smile softening. He was pretty, like a prince. He kinda looks like Jack Frost. She thought.

The money was dwindling. There was barely any left. It had been 2 months since her mom left, and she knew she wasn’t coming back. Something told her Toji wasn’t either. She didn’t want to leave Megumi, but they’d starve if they stayed here.

She didn’t really have a choice.

“My girlfriend will be there too, she’s got a brother about your age Tsumiki. We have a cat too.” The man smiles, taking a candy from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth.

“Why do you want to help us?” She says.

“So the magic that Megumi can do? All the monsters he sees? The kinda thing he can do is super rare, and I want him to come with me because what I can do is really cool too, so I could have him learn with me. Then he can learn, you two can stay together, and you never gotta worry about money again. The only thing you gotta do is work hard, Megumi.” He says, and that makes sense to her. Toji used to say Megumi was a special kid.

She thinks for a second.

“Megumi, what do you wanna do?” She turns to her brother.

He shrugs.

“I think we should go with him.” He nods, still frowning.

She turns to the man, Gojo.

“Give us a minute to pack, please, Gojo-san.” She bows, retreating to the place she kept what little items and belongings they owned.

“Call me Satoru kid, I’m only 12 years older than you!” He laughs, she likes that sound.

She smiles shyly.

She packs, ensures Megumi has everything and then steps outside to find a really fancy car. It’s black and shiny, nothings broken and inside has computers and pale blue leather seats. She stretches out in the back seat, admiring everything.

Satoru asks them about school, what grade their in, what do they like to learn, who their friends are. He’s smiley, and cheerful and kinda funny. Megumi is still very guarded, he’s tense beside her. Hands in fists. She doesn’t want Satoru to think they’re rude or bad kids so she does all the talking and all the smiling.

They pull up to what looks to be a school. It’s quite pretty, there’s ponds and plants and lots of buildings. Satoru parks the car and opens the door for the kids, leading them to a building that looks like maybe a small apartment building. He opens the door and they take 2 flights of stairs up and arrive at a door, she notices there’s only 6 apartments in the building from the postboxes downstairs, with a sign that says ‘students prohibited - staff living quarters.’

Satoru knocks on the door, mumbling about a forgotten key and ‘oopsie daisy’.

The door swings open and inside is the prettiest girl Tsumiki’s sure she’s ever seen. The girl is a kinda grown up, like Satoru. H/C hair flowing around you and a pink sweater and loose jeans settling on your body. You were kinda short, standing beside Satoru made that obvious.

She sees your eyes widen and you glance at the man beside her then smile and welcome them in. You offer them snacks, and you hand them each cookies and some apple juice and they both devour them.

That evening, you, Satoru and the two kids go shopping. You let them each pick out some new bedsheets, Megumi picks ones with dinosaurs on them, Tsumiki picks ones with waves on it. She’s always wanted to go to the beach. They each are told to pick out any new clothes and pyjamas they like, but by now Tsumiki is worried about money. You seem to notice this, and you pull her aside saying you need her help picking out a new lipstick, and ask the boys to go grab you all some coffee, plonking a kiss on Satoru’s lips.

“Tsumiki, you seem a little worried - is everything okay, honey?” You say, kneeling down to her height.

“Um, I just need to keep an eye on how much money we’re spending. I have to make sure that we have enough for the rest of the month.” She says, with all the sincerity of anxiety a child shouldn’t have.

Your heart cracks.

“Tsumiki, you’re not going to pay for any of this. Satoru and I are. You don’t have to worry about money anymore, okay? C’mere, I’ll show you something. You know how bank cards work, yeah?” You ask and she nods.

“K, so - this here is Satoru’s card, my names on it too. It’s a black card, which means there is no limit to how much you can spend with it. This, is how much you have to have to be able to get a black card, okay?” You show her the page you’ve opened in Google on your phone. Your family wasn’t wealthy, but the Gojo clan heir lacked nothing. What you’d spend today wouldn’t even be a noticeable change in the figures on the card.

The girls eyes widen.

“You mean it? Because I don’t think we could pay you back.” She shuffles her feet.

“We mean it. If you guys are staying with us, if you still want to, we want you both to be comfy and happy okay?” You say and the girls eyes suddenly fill with tears and in an action so unexpected she flings her arms around your neck and hugs, sniffing her tears in.

After all the basics and essentials are bought, and some new shoes for them both - Nike Air Force like yours for Megumi and lilac converse chuck taylors for Tsumiki, like Satoru’s blue ones, you tell them each to buy a plushy each. You had one as a kid, and any time you were sad or stressed it was your lifeline. Megumi picks a frog, and Tsumiki picks a tiger.

That night, Megumi and Tsumiki are getting ready for bed. Megumi seems to notice that Tsumiki seems on edge, and shuffles into her bed beside her. You had set them up in your spare room, a single bed each, but wordlessly, Megumi climbs under the blanket with his sister, and clutches her hand in his.

“I think we’re safe here, ‘Miki. It’s okay. I can protect us.” He says, before they both drift off to sleep.

6 months came and went, and she fell hopelessly in love with her new guardians. You guys were silly, funny, kinda crazy (very crazy) and so much fun. More than that, you guys cared so much and kept them safe. She heard Satoru laughing one night as you told him how you’d shouted at some old people who said that they couldn’t care for Megumi and her because you two were far too young. You had said they’d been so terrified that they immediately apologised. She quickly realised you guys were strong, and bad people seemed to stay away from you two - like superhero’s. She’d heard people (Satoru included) call Satoru ‘The strongest’ and you ‘The Dryad’, so having superhero names meant you actually were. She decided she wanted to call you mom and dad. Sure you guys might only be 12 years older than her, only recently turned 20 but she felt safe with you two. Satoru made her laugh and rescued them from the Zen’in family, and brought them cool places and kept them safe, and started training with Megumi which he seemed to really like doing, even if he was always grumpy she could tell her was happy. You brushed her hair every night and tucked them both in, you painted her nails and gave Megumi black and green ones when he said he liked Satoru’s (‘don’t tell him I like them though’), you read them bedtime stories sitting in Satoru’s lap and made fun lunchboxes for school and fought to keep them safe everyday. She liked not worrying about stuff, she liked seeing Megumi relaxed. That’s what a mom and dad did, right? She waited until Megumi was playing with Lego in their room one day when she very seriously sat you and Satoru down.

“Y/N, Satoru. Thank you for sitting with me. I don’t want to make Megumi uncomfortable but I was wondering, maybe, if when he’s ready, would it be okay if him and me started to call you guys mom and dad?” She said, hands clasped on her lap, looking like a little lawyer.

You and Satoru immediately burst into tears and said you’d both love it, whenever they’re both ready.

A few weeks later, when Megumi was falling asleep, he accidentally called Satoru ‘papa’ when he was telling Tsumiki about his new frog shadow he had. She didn’t mention it, but she was so happy to hear it. She caught how you looked at Satoru a few weeks later, when after your fight with their school headmaster Megumi called you guys Mama and Papa for the first time.

Megumi couldn’t remember smiling as much as when he woke up one Saturday and saw you and Tsumiki both sitting with your legs curled under you on the living room floor, with Satoru behind you both. You both had towels on your shoulders and Satoru was doing a funny accent with a bowl of pink liquid in his hands. He was applying some of the pink to your hair, and you put a tiny bit in the ends of Tsumiki’s long hair.

“Morning ‘oniisan’! Look, I’m getting pink in my hair to match mama!” She smiled at her brother, and a rare return smile overtook his face. He liked seeing her this happy, and he liked how happy he felt too.

The older they got, the more they forgot how scared they used to be. It wasn’t just them against the world now. They had parents, parents who really loved them. They might not share your DNA, or Satoru’s - but you guys were there for every birthday, every baseball game, every track meet. They had Aunty Koko, and Uncle Nanamin now too. Yaga, and his son Panda came over sometimes too, now that you had moved out of your teacher’s accommodation and bought a cottage with a pretty garden. He and Tsumiki each had a bedroom now, decorated how they want.

Tsumiki scolded him after every fight, the only one to really scold him. Satoru congratulated him when he won, you tutted but then cleaned his wounds and told him you were proud of him for sticking up for other people and he wasn’t in trouble. Even Uncle Nanamin had helped him fix his punch for more effective power.

They both hoped they’d find love like you two had. Tsumiki wanted a boy to look at her the way her dad looks at her mama, like she painted the night sky itself. Megumi wanted someone who supported him and made him laugh like you do for his dad.

On your wedding day, Tsumiki wore a baby blue dress that she had gushed over for weeks, she was a bridesmaid and took her role very seriously. Megumi wore a black on black suit, looking very dashing and surprisingly enjoying being a groomsman with Uncle Nanamin. He grumbled, but truth was he loved his dad and he loved spending time with him.

He sat glaring out the window when they boy taking his sister on her first date arrived, and answered the door when he knocked. He liked that even though he was a year younger, he was taller than the date. He glared at him, but let him in. (His mama taught him manners, Satoru would’ve been happy to let this boy sit on the doorstep). Megumi stood and stared at the boy until Tsumiki came downstairs and skipped out the door with him. He smirked, seeing the boy almost run back outside. Guess all those years of being a middle school delinquent was paying off.

They were 15 and 16 when you two told them they were gonna have another sibling. You told Megumi one morning over breakfast and came to sit with Tsumiki in the hospital that afternoon, and placed a framed ultrasound photo on her bedside table with a card announcing ‘since you’re already the best big sister, how about doing it again?’

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #recommended #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #dad!gojo #family formations au #fushiguro tsumiki #jjk megumi

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

I got a lil idea with Otis with a s/o that likes to were a beauty headband with bunny ears to keep they hair out of there face when there drawing or relaxing 👀👀👀 feel like it would be a recipe for trouble lol

-❤️‍🔥

Rabbit

a/n: omg you have NO IDEA how much i love this!! thank you so much for this i had so too much fun writing it! <3

pairing: otis x afab!reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), otis calls reader 'rabbit', no pronouns used but it's implied that reader has long hair

word count: 407

"What the fuck is that thing?" Otis asked, tugging at the bunny ears on your head.

"It's a headband," you simply told him, readjusting it. "It keeps the hair out of my face."

"Oh yeah? Well ain't it just convenient that they're little bunny ears," he smirked, toying with the ears again.

"Otis," you warned. "Where is this going?"

"It's going somewhere good is where it's going," he mused, crushing you under the weight of his stare.

"And what's your definition of good?"

You knew there was no way you could say no to him, and you could absolutely see where this was going, but you were more interested in seeing how long you could drag this out.

He leaned back on the bed, opening his legs slightly, an amused grin on his face as he looked down at his crotch. "Come on, rabbit, I know you want to."

"Want to what?" You teased, shifting closer to him on the bed. "I ain't doing nothing 'till you tell me."

Otis simply looked down at his crotch again, like that would somehow serve as a decent enough answer. And it did, but you weren't about to tell him that.

You swung your leg over his waist, straddling his lap, unable to hide your amusement as you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck.

"Am I getting closer?" You asked, your breath hot against his skin, your lips twisting into a smirk.

A dissatisfied sigh fell from his lips, as he dug his fingers into your thighs. "I ain't playin' no games, rabbit."

"Who said it was a game?" You questioned. "I was only askin' if I was close."

In response, he pushed his fingers harder into your thighs, making sure you knew he wasn't interested in messing around.

You sighed. "Fine, I'll suck your fuckin' dick."

You scooted down his body slightly, opening his pants, and soon enough, you had your hand wrapped around his dick.

"You know, I expect a certain level of enthusiasm when it comes to these things," Otis said. "And you don't look very enthusiastic."

You didn't bother to answer him as you wrapped your lips around his tip, his hips jerking beneath you from the sudden motion.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel him playing with the bunny ears on your head, quiet groans falling from his lips.

"That's right," he muttered, petting your head. "That's right."

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#otis driftwood #otis b driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood smut #otis driftwood x you #otis driftwood oneshot #otis driftwood imagine #otis driftwood fanfic #house of 1000 corpses #the devil's rejects #3 from hell

[angel-noaxod]

Even more incorrect quotes with the Shaw pack

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darlin: there's no need to be afraid. i don't bite!

literally anyone: yeah but do you stab?

darlin:

darlin: i don't bite :))

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davey: and if you're gonna call me cute, then, you be-

angel: *giggle*

davey: i-

angel: pubby

davey, agressively inhales, desperate not to be flustered: stop. it.

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sweetheart: sam can't be good at everything, maybe he's a bad kisser or something?

darlin: no he's good at that too.

sweetheart: oh, i see.

sweetheart:

sweetheart: wait what-

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asher: on a scale of "dammnn daniel" to "free sha vaca do", how you feelin'?

angel: i'm between "it's an avocado, thanks" and "how you defeat captain america", but as a solid answer i would have to say "i don't need a degree to be a clothing hanger". how 'bout you milo?

milo: prob'ly road work ahead.

davey: i speak many languages and this is none of them-

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*post more davey character development*

angel: is that your hand on my ass??

davey: it's an accident.

angel: your fucking hand is still on my ass davey

davey, smirking: it's still an accident.

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angel in literally every comfort video: i'm fine.

angel:

angel: *passes out*

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sam: i ain't sayin' shit.

darlin: do it cowboy.

asher: fuckin' do it.

sam: *sigh*

sam, rapping: i'm a i'm a i'm a i'm a farm booy

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christian: *snort* nice onesie, does it come in mens?

asher: i think you come in men enough for all of us

christian:

davey:

milo:

amanda:

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*when they first found darlin at age 18*

davey: rate your pain, 1-10

darlin, who has a broken leg, bruises, and cuts: pi. minimal but never ending.

davey: dad what kind of fucked up hellhole did you find them in?

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sam: shit darlin! you alright?!

darlin: . what?

sam: didn't that hurt?!

darlin: yeah? and?

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marie: you look like your father in that suit

davey who's about to host something very important and is sweating not visibly but violently: so i look like a dead man? great-

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angel with their cat: ma'am, it has been reported lately that you do, in fact, have little paw-paws and a meow-meow button nose. would you like to add a comment to this?

their cat: meow.

angel: riveting.

davey, who just walked in their bedroom to get socks: am i interrupting something-

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asher: -and this is a baby jumping spider :)

angel, being deadly afraid of spiders already: you're telling me this shit jumps babies??!!

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asher: ughhhh, wifi's down.

sam: modern technology is really somethin' else. in my ol' days, we didn't have all this new shit

milo: well yea' but you had other cool shit

asher: yeah! like dinosaurs and Moses!

sam:

davey:

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christian who just told a very not-funny joke: must be hard not being able to laugh

angel, basically hating christian to their very core: i am able to laugh

angel: i've just never heard you say anything funny.

the pack: YYAAOOOWW

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random kid in the pack being babysitted by their alpha, about to go to bed: goodnight moon

kid: goodnight trees

kid: goodnight ghosts that only i can see

davey: you've been spending way too much time with asher

kid: he's my favorite babysitter

davey: not anymore he's not-

#redacted asmr #redacted davey #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted shaw pack #redactedasmr #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted asmr incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted audio

[mlmxreader]

My Bloke | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! Last one for the day, I promise.

"Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know" + "Don't roll your eyes at me" + "Ah, fuck it, I have nothing to lose - fancy going out?"

For Alfie Solomons with a male!reader or nonbinary reader.

Thank you again and please feel free to ignore the spam of asks, seriously I'm really sorry if they get irritating!

🐍anon

summary: Alfie can be unpredictable and violent when he wants to be, especially when it comes to other people looking at his husband.

tws: violence/threats, gun threats, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness

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Sitting on Alfie's lap, you were quite happy as you flicked through the morning papers; it wasn't rare for you to do so, the same as it wasn't rare to find Alfie sitting on your lap as he went through the day's dealings before he left the office and went home.

But today was slightly different. Alfie's grip on you wasn't to keep you steady, it was possessive, holding you rightly against him as he clenched his jaw and glared at the man sat opposite the desk. The complete stranger, eyeing up his own fucking husband.

Alfie couldn't allow it as he pulled you back against him, you didn't seem to care, turning your head slightly as you welcomed the harsh and possessive kiss. Alfie could always be unpredictable when dealing with other gangsters, you had long grown used to it, and when the kiss was over, you went back to reading your papers.

"Mister Solomons," the other man started, his eyes not leaving your body for even a second as he slowly licked his lips. "I, uhm, I'm here on, uhm, behalf of uh-"

"Fuckin' spit it out already," Alfie huffed. "Or I will fuckin' shoot you right between the eyes."

"Revolver's in the drawer to your left," you told him without looking up. "Bullets are behind the pen ink."

Alfie grabbed the gun, and only let go of you so he could load it, his grip back on you as he cocked the hammer and pointed it at the other man, raising his brows. "Why the fuck are you eyein' up my bloke? Huh? Did your mum never tell you not to touch what don't belong to you?"

The other man soon enough scampered off, thoroughly scared as he apologised profusely. Alfie huffed, unloading the gun and putting it back. He gently tugged your papers away from you.

"Yes?" You hummed.

"Fuckin' hated the way he looked at you," he grumbled, coaxing you to sit with your chest against his, your hands on his shoulders as he gripped your thighs. "Don't anyone outside of Camden have any manners?"

You grinned as you shrugged. "Guess not… but, guess what."

"What?"

"Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know," you mused. "Reminds me of a bloke I served with in the war."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he were a Captain," you started, "strong. Handsome. Always wrote to his mother. Course, he didn't have a nice and neat beard like you, but he was good."

"Uh-huh," Alfie dared to smile. He loved it when you did that. "Did this Captain, by any chance, happen to be the one that managed to find real coffee in the Winter of sixteen?"

"He was," you confirmed with a smile and a nod. "Do you know him?"

"No," Alfie teased, coaxing you onto his desk and standing between your spread legs. "But I know a bloke who did. Besides… you don't want a Captain, do you, mate?"

You shook your head, tugging at his shirt. "I prefer a gangster who gets jealous of every little thing."

"Then you're in luck," he whispered, bringing his face to your neck, his lips just and just touching the sensitive skin as he smiled. "Ain't you, lad?"

You nodded. "Maybe I am."

"Oi," he warned, pulling away and playfully glaring at you. Laughing when you rolled your eyes in the same manner. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Sergeant. I'll have you court martialed for it."

"How you gonna court martial me, Captain Solomons?"

Gently, Alfie tugged you closer. "However the fuck you want me to, Sergeant Solomons."

You had to admit, you did strike gold with Alfie. It wasn't the jealousy, it wasn't the fact that he was unpredictable or that you had been through an entire war together.

It was that he made you laugh. He made you laugh, and he made you smile; you never once feared that he would have a violent outburst directed at you. Never. He made you feel safe, he always had done.

When he wasn't at home during business meetings, you couldn't sleep; you had to have him near. It's why you spent so much time at the office, as even though you were his right-hand man, you didn't really have any reason to stick around outside of the occasional meeting that required the both of you.

But you still did, because you enjoyed being in his presence.

Even if he was doing invoices and all that shit that you didn't understand, you could always find a newspaper or something to read while you lounged around in his office.

Just being near him was enough, you didn't have to be doing the exact same thing at all times. That didn't matter.

Just as you didn't sleep if he wasn't around, Alfie never finished a cup of coffee or slept on the left hand side of the bed when you weren't there; coffee made by others didn't taste as good, and the left hand side of the bed had always been your side.

He never slept on the left side, even if he was a thousand miles away. He never slept on the left side. For all of his faults, Alfie loved you in the smallest and biggest ways he possibly could; he loved you as much as he could, the same as you loved him the same.

He loved you with everything that he could, and when he caught your gaze, he couldn't help himself as he gently and slowly kissed you. Making you laugh when his beard tickled your skin so softly.

"Y'know, I ain't got another meetin' all day, and Ollie's fuckin' around somewhere so he can look after this shit," Alfie admitted.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Ah, fuck it, I have nothing to lose - fancy going out? Just me and you, yeah?"

You grinned as you gently raked a hand through his hair. "Dorsia?"

"Dorsia," Alfie agreed. "Nothin' but the best for my bloke. Go get your coat, I'll get me stick and we'll fuck off down to Dorsia for the afternoon."

#mlem writes #alfie x reader #alfie solomons one shot #alfie solomons x yn #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons oneshot #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #bbc peaky blinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #tom hardy x you #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy

[vollmond-laboratory]

In Love with this Noche of Imprisonment — Part 1

(Northern Tundra)

[Flashback starts]

Bradley: “You’re pretty damn persistent, Mia.”

Bradley: “Y’here to try and kill me again?”

Mia: “What if I am, huh?”

Mia: “You’re my prey, trash. This’ll be the day you take your last breath.”

Bradley: “Jeez, calm down for a minute, would’ja? Look here. I’ve brought you somethin’ good today.”

Bradley: “Somethin’ you’ll wanna eat almost as much as my mana.”

Mia: “What?”

Bradley: “Lookie here.”

Mia: “…Are you mocking me right now?”

Mia: “You must think I’m an idiot, trying to gift me the mere fruit of some common tree.”

Bradley: “Hey now, don’t jump to conclusions. My chef told me spoils like these are damn near unobtainable.”

Bradley: “It ain’t exactly easy to come by fancy sweets up here in the North, and these don’t taste half bad.”

Bradley: “Y’like sweet things, don’tcha?”

Mia: “…!”

Mia: “…”

Mia: “…I do like them.”

Bradley: “Glad t’hear it. We found it mixed in with some shit we stole a while back, but me n’my men don’t have any use for somethin’ so cutesy.”

Bradley: “If I’m rememberin’ right, it’s name is—”

[Flashback ends]

Mia: “…Bradley…”

Mia: “How long has it been since you were separated from these Northern lands…”

Mia: “…Ugh. Dammit, I’m furious… Just remembering it makes me so mad I want to scream.”

Mia: “…Ahh…”

Mia: “Bradley… If only I could see you again, just once more…”

Mia: “When that time comes, I’ll finally be able to—”

Bradley: “Achoo!”

Mia: “…!”

Bradley: “Tch, got sent flyin’ again… This fuckin’ injury…”

Bradley: “…Huh?”

Bradley: “Wait, ain't that…”

—

(Manor Dining Room)

Akira: “…Not here today either, huh…”

Looking around at everyone eating their breakfast that morning with Sakitty, I let my shoulders slump with a dejected sigh.

I could see Rustica gracefully drinking some tea…

Mithra stuffing his cheeks full of meat…

And even Mitile sipping at some delicious-looking corn soup — but still not the person I was actually looking for.

Mitile: “Are you looking for someone, Master?”

Akira: “Mitile…”

Akira: “To be honest, yes… Nobody’s seen Bradley around lately, and I’m starting to get worried.”

Akira: “It doesn’t seem like he’s out on a mission or anything, so I was hoping to see him show up today…”

Mitile: “Ah, I thought so! I’ve been worrying about it too.”

Mitile: “I’ve been up to his room a few times now, but he clearly hasn’t been there for ages… I was wondering if something might have happened.”

Mitile: “…He gave me some advice on my magic I forgot to thank him for the other day, so I was hoping to see him soon…”

Akira: (Diligently wanting to convey how he feels even though the moment has already passed… That’s really nice of you, Mitile.)

Mitile: “At first I thought maybe he’d sneezed himself somewhere far away again. But there’s no way he could’ve gone that far, right…”

Mitile: “What about you, Mister Rustica? Have you seen Mister Bradley around lately?”

Rustica: “No… I haven’t, regrettably.”

Rustica: “How about you, Mithra? Have you come face to face with Bradley recently?”

Mithra: “Now that you mention it, no, I have not. His presence has been gone from the manor for some time now.”

Akira: “So it’s true, huh…”

Akira: (I know that Bradley’s a powerful wizard, but still… I can’t help worrying when it’s been this long since anyone last heard from him.)

Akira: (There has to be some way we can find him, right…? Maybe I should ask Snow and everyone else for advice.)

Suddenly, a sweet and gentle scent tickled at my nose.

When I lifted my downtrodden gaze, Nero was there offering me a gently-steaming cup.

Nero: “Here, Sage. Why don’tcha drink this hot milk and take a breather for a while, yeah?”

Akira: “Nero…! Thank you…”

Nero: “Don’t mention it.”

Nero: “Uh, y’know… I’m sure that guy you were talking about just now is doing fine. He ain’t the sorta person who kicks the bucket that easily.”

Nero: “Could be worse, yeah? At least this time we can say he probably ain’t boiling to death in a pit of magma, or something like that.”

Nero glanced furtively over at Mithra as he spoke.

Then placed the plate of freshly-cooked meat in his other hand down in front of Mithra.

Mithra: “Oh, has something like that happened before? Whoever you are talking about must be having a hard time too, hm.”

Talking as if it had nothing to do with him, Mithra swiftly devoured his food. Somehow, despite his haphazard way of eating, he still managed to look like he’d be perfect for a picture.

Mitile: “Jeez…! It’s your fault that Mister Bradley is missing, isn’t it, Mister Mithra?”

Mitile: “He probably crashed through one of your doors in space while you were fighting a magical beast or something!”

Rustica: “Is that so? As expected of someone like you, Mithra. Always so magnificent.”

Mithra: “Is that so, indeed. I must say, I do not remember anything of the like occurring recently.”

Akira: (He really has no idea, huh…)

Nero: “…I understand why y’might be worried, and y’don’t have to try and force yourself to put it outta your mind or anything like that, but…”

Nero: “Y’gotta at least have something warm to drink to take the edge off once in a while, or you’ll end up wearing yourself out.”

Mitile: “That’s right… You’re always thinking about other people first, Master Sage.”

Mitile: “And anyway, Mister Bradley has always been fine no matter where he’s sneezed himself off to before. I’m sure he’ll come home unhurt this time too!”

Akira: “Nero… Mitile…”

Akira: “You’re right. This is Bradley we’re talking about, he’s probably doing just fine!”

As I spoke, I could feel some of my worry disappearing. Just as I thought about taking a seat to drink the hot milk I had in my hand—

Rustica: “If you’re looking for a distraction, Master Sage, why don’t you take a seat beside me?”

Smiling, Rustica pulled out the chair next to him. When I sat down there gratefully, his smile widened.

Rustica: “Oh, our kind and gentle Master Sage. I can only wonder how much distress and anxiety you must be carrying within your heart for our friend who has yet to return home.”

Rustica: “I hope this gift will help to clear away some of those clouds within you.”

Rustica: “«Amorest Viesse».”

After Rustica recited his spell, a small box appeared in my hand with a twinkle of light.

Inside the box were some beautiful looking truffle chocolates.

They were a gorgeous dark brown colour, adorned with something like pink topaz sculpted into the shape of a snowflake — or a magnificently blooming six-petalled flower.

Akira: “Wow…! This chocolate is so stylish!”

Mitile: “You’re right! They seem more like gemstones in a treasure chest than chocolate. I’d want to put them on display somewhere just so I could look at them all the time.”

Nero: “Hold on, there ain’t no way…”

Nero: “Issat Benedetta fruit?”

Rustica: “As expected of someone like you, Nero. You must already know all about the ‘fruit from the Tree of Victory’.”

Rustica: “Unfortunately, however, this is nothing more than an imitation — merely chocolate that resembles the fruit’s appearance.”

Rustica: “Please, forgive me for being unable to truly satisfy you.”

Nero: “Nah, it’s my bad for getting all flustered like that.”

Nero: “I was just thinking there’s no way an actual, real-life Benedetta fruit could be here with us right now, y’know?”

Mitile: “…Um, are Benedetta fruits really that rare? I’ve never heard about them before…”

Mitile: “That thing Mister Rustica said about them being from a ‘Tree of Victory’ is kind of cool, too…!”

Mitile: “Does eating the fruit make you stronger, maybe?”

Nero: “Haha… It ain’t anything as cool as that, sorry. It’s just some fruit off a tree.”

Rustica: “The nickname ‘fruit from the Tree of Victory’ comes from the guardian who once protected the Benedetta tree.”

Akira: “Eh? There’s a tree out there lucky enough to have its own guardian?”

Nero: “Yeah. If I’m remembering right, some kinda monster made the area around that tree its territory a long time ago. The sap it gives off is its favourite food.”

Nero: “Even if y’happen to run into some just laying on the ground, y’can’t try picking ‘em up ‘cause you’ll just end up getting attacked.”

Nero: “Besides, the Benedetta tree is a real rare species. It only grows up in Northern Country, so it ain’t exactly easy to find.”

Rustica: “Which is precisely why both the taste of the fruit and the process of acquiring it have so stubbornly remained in the minds of all that have tried.”

Rustica: “And so the nickname gradually spread. The fruit of the Tree of Victory, which only those who have defeated a terrifying monster may eat… You see.”

Mithra: “…Nom. Hmm. It appears to be nothing more than some sickly-sweet confectionary, however.”

Mitile: “Ahh, Mister Mithra! That wasn’t the fruit, it was chocolate…!”

Rustica: “Ahaha. I think it’s about time we all have an after-meal dessert too, hm?”

Rustica: “We’re all waiting eagerly for Bradley to return. So long as we keep our conversation going, the time between now and then will surely fly by.”

Akira: “You’re right…! Thank you, Rustica. I’ll eat this together with the milk Nero gave me.”

Indulging in the warmth of both Rustica and Nero’s care, I carefully picked up one of the glossy, shining chocolates. Right as I was about to bite into it, though…

Figaro (offscreen): “—Therefore, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

Snow (offscreen): “You’re such a meanie, Figgypoo! Ozzy is already out on a subjugation mission, there’s no one else left I can turn to!”

Mitile: “Those voices… Is that Doctor Figaro and Lord Snow?”

Nero: “Sounds like they’re having some kinda spat.”

The two of them were clearly arguing as they walked into the dining room together. It seemed as if Snow had something he needed from Figaro.

Akira: “Good morning, you two. Is something going on?”

Snow: “Ah, Sage. You, at least, will listen to me, yes?”

Snow held a piece of paper out towards me.

Snow: “‘Tis a subjugation request. According to this, there is a monster rampaging among the snowfields further north than the City of Ice.”

Snow: “Its appearance is that of a gigantic snake, and its power is of considerable concern — or so I have heard. As such, the plan was for us Northern wizards to deal with the matter.”

Snow: “But, alas, I have seen neither hide nor hair from Bradley as of late. And so I am asking Figaro to fill in for him in his absence.”

Mithra: “So that is how it is, hm. Well, good luck with all of that, substitute Bradley.”

Figaro: “Hold on a sec, I haven’t agreed to anything yet — and you’ll be the key player there, Mithra, not me.”

Mitile: “Um… But, even without Mister Bradley there, Mister Mithra and Mister Owen are both incredibly strong, right?”

Mitile: “Even a horrible monster like that is no match for them combined.”

Mitile: “So why bring Doctor Figaro along at all? …He’s only a Southern wizard, isn’t he?”

Snow: “Ah, well, both Mithy and Wenny are terribly naughty children, you see.”

Snow: “If either of them were to realise someone who should be working isn’t, they would claim the circumstances to be unfair and vanish on us as well…”

Snow: “Even if we could get them to stay, ‘twould only be a matter of time until they decide to waste their energy fighting each other instead, neglecting the monster they were supposed to be dealing with in the first place. The fallout of such an event would almost certainly impact the City of Ice, too.”

Snow: “‘Tis situations such as those where having your dear Doctor around would be wonderfully beneficial to us, considering his social aptitude. Simply speaking: we want to take it easy!”

Figaro: “…So that’s how I ended up getting asked to help out, kind of. You’re really putting poor Doctor Figaro on the spot like this.”

Mithra: “You know, I suddenly find myself feeling as if I do not particularly want to go after all.”

Mitile: “I–I see…? So in other words, um… You’ll be supporting Misters Snow and White?”

Snow: “Yes, exactly! Normally we rely on dear Braddykins for that sort of thing, as he’s usually rather good at it.”

Snow: “Good grief. Where in the world could that boy have possibly disappeared off to for so long? I shall have Oz search for him when he returns, I think.”

At that moment, a sound suddenly reverberated through the dining room.

Rustica: “Oh? It sounds as though there’s someone knocking on the windowpane.”

Mitile: “Did something hit the window, maybe…? …I’ll go take a look.”

Mitile: “...This is…”

When Mitile turned around, what he had in his hand was a small cork, like the kind used to seal bottles of alcohol.

#mahoyaku tl #mhyk tl #mhyktl #In Love with this Noche of Imprisonment

[imajinxnation]

Always One Step Ahead - Peter Hayes x Reader

REQUEST: thank you. ive always wanted to see a peter hayes x reader where she’s a dauntless born and she’s better than him and is always 1 step ahead of him in initiation, and it really pisses him off cause he likes her, and when he finally works up the courage to tell her she’s just like “yeah i know” and he’s a little embarrassed but doesn’t care cause she admits she likes him back @fay-stark33

Never realized how much I love writing fight scenes until now lmao

Sorry if this is a bit short!!

FEMALE!READER

WARNINGS: Fluff, Suggestive, Peter gets his ass beat, and Reader is a badass

"Admit it, Hayes, I'm better than you! I mean, why wouldn't I be? I am Dauntless born, after all," you smirked.

You looked down from the board, your name at number one, only to look at Peter who had a look of annoyance on his bloodied face. Eric had wanted to do an experiment, the toughest Dauntless born initiate against the strongest non-Dauntless initiate. Needless to say, it was allowed and you and Peter put each other through hell, and when you wouldn't let up, Peter lost due to exhaustion, plus a little "nudge" by you. And by "nudge" I mean knocking him out cold.

When he finally woke up in the medical centre, he was dissoriented and absolutely pissed that he had lost. And, not that he'd ever admit it, a little impressed, and slightly turned on.

He glared at you, looking you straight in the eyes. If looks could kill, there'd be a thousand knives in your body. The staring competition went on for a few more minutes before Peter got flustered by your unwavering smugness, and by how beautiful your (e/c) eyes were, especially with the amount of pride he saw in them.

"What? You can't even look a girl in her eyes, Hayes? Never took you as the shy type when it came to girls!" You laughed.

Peter's ears were burning at the thought of you thinking he was weak and shy. Getting frustrated by his reactions, the only thing on his mind was having a rematch, and one that he would win, that'd show you that he's not weak when it came to girls!

"The results can't be right, you cheated didn't you?! I want a rematch!" He demanded through clenched teeth.

You raised a brow, a bit impressed at his persistence to try and beat you, "Alright, but I'm warning you, this one might put ya in a coma," you winked.

After talking about a rematch with Eric, he was immediately down to see someones ass get beat, so there was no hesitation in letting you beat the shit outta each other again. You swaggered, confidently, over to Peter, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the sparring room. Eventually you let his arm go, assuming he could come the rest of the way without being dragged, but obviously not since he was just standing in the doorway, looking as if you had offended him.

"Well come on, Loud Mouth, I ain't got all fuckin' day! This was YOUR idea after all, so don't get cold feet now!" You yelled from the middle of the room.

Peter didn't wait to be told when to start the fight, he just straight up ran right at you, full force. You jerked out of the way once he got close enough and kicked him in the back of his knees, bringing him down to the ground, but before you could kick the rest of his body to the floor he swivelled around on his knees and hugged his arms around your waist and brought you down with him.

You took the chance while your lower body was trapped under him to kick his nether regions, which immediately brought his grip away from you and to his crotch. You got a quick punch or two on his face while he was crouching in pain, and quickly made a move to get behind him and kick his full body to the ground. He was in so much pain, you felt bad about it, but your pride in victory won you over, so you did what any winner would do; keep the loser on the ground by sitting on his back

"There, now you know I wasn't cheating, I'm just that good, now don't ask me to fight you again, I don't like hurting the person I like," you sighed.

"....What?" He asked.

"Oh shut up, you heard the the first time Peter, so are you gonna ask me out or not?" You snapped.

Peter twisted his head, trying to see your face, but couldn't, due to the fact you were literally sitting on his back.

"You knew this whole time that I like you?" He asked, his ears burning up in embarassment.

"Yeah, I've known for awhile now, but obviously you needed a push to ask me out. So, here it is; I like you too, so ask me out before I change my mind," you deadpanned.

"Okay, but first can you get off my fuckin' back so I can say it to your actual face and NOT the floor?"

At that, you immediately leaped off of him and sat in front of him on the cold concrete floor.

Peter cracked his neck and massaged his sore body before anything.

"So, you wanna get outta this place and get some food, or not?" He said, trying to hide his flustered state.

"Of course, Peter. But first, I think we should stop by the infirmary, cause I really did a number on you," you laughed, nervously.

He let out a small laugh too before standing up and walking with you out of the room.

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[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo (Part I)

BRUTAL

I want it to be, like, messy.

I'm so insecure.

I think that I'll die before I drink.

I'm so caught up in the news.

I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.

They'd all be so disappointed.

Who am I if not exploited?

I'm so sick of seventeen.

Where's my fucking teenage dream?

If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.

I don't stick up for myself.

I'm anxious, and nothing can help.

I wish I'd done this before.

I wish people liked me more.

All I did was try my best.

This the kinda thanks I get?

They say these are the golden years.

I wish I could disappear.

God, it's brutal out here.

I feel like no one wants me.

I hate the way I'm perceived.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I love people I don't like.

I hate every song I write.

I'm not cool.

I'm not smart.

I can't even parallel park.

Just havin' a really good time.

Got a broken ego?

God, I don't even know where to start.

TRAITOR

I played dumb, but I always knew.

I always knew that you talked to her, maybe did even worse.

I kept quiet so I could keep you.

Ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?

Ain't it funny how you said you were friends?

It sure as hell don't look like it

You betrayed me.

I know that you'll never feel sorry.

You talked to her when we were together.

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter.

It took you two weeks to go off and date her.

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

I know if you were true, there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.

Ain't it funny?

Remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid?

I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me.

You gave me your word, but that didn't matter

Yeah, you're still a traitor.

DRIVERS LICENSE

I got my driver's license last week.

Just like we always talked about.

Today, I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around

You're probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt.

She's so much older than me.

She's everything I'm insecure about.

How could I ever love someone else?

I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one.

I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street.

All my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.

I kinda feel sorry for them.

They'll never know you the way that I do.

I still see your face.

Can't drive past the places we used to go to.

I still fuckin' love you, babe.

I still hear your voice in the traffic.

God, I'm so blue.

1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

All I did was speak normally

Somehow, I still struck a nerve.

You got me fucked up in the head.

Never doubted myself so much.

Am I pretty?

Am I fun?

I hate that I give you power over that kinda stuff

It's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad.

Do you love me, want me, hate me?

I don't understand.

Maybe in some masochistic way, I kind of find it all exciting.

Which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home crying?

It's back and forth.

Did I say something wrong?

Maybe this is all your fault instead.

I'd leave you, but the rollercoaster's all I've ever had.

DEJA VU

I bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?

She thinks it's special, but it's all reused.

That was our place, I found it first.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?

Do you get déjà vu?

Do you call her, almost say my name?

Let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same.

I hate to think that I was just your type.

Now I bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse.

That was the show we talked about.

Played you the songs she's singing now when she's with you.

Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too.

You're tradin' jackets like we used to do

Everything is all reused.

Play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you.

A different girl now, but there's nothing new.

I know you get déjà vu

GOOD 4 U

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.

Now you can be a better man for your brand-new girl.

You look happy and healthy.

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

You're doin' great out there without me, baby.

God, I wish that I could do that.

I've lost my mind.

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom.

You're so unaffected, I really don't get it.

I guess you're gettin' everything you want.

You bought a new car and your career's really takin' off.

It's like we never even happened.

Baby, what the fuck is up with that?

It's like you never even met me.

Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who ever got you?

Well, screw that, and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.

Maybe I'm too emotional.

Your apathy's like a wound in salt.

Maybe you never cared at all.

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[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part thirty-three

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 32

Warning: violence

Negan was extremely anxious as they followed behind Gabriel and Aaron in search of Maggie and Daryl. Coming to the entrance of a room in the abandoned building; his anxiety multiplied when Gabriel jerks his weapon up suddenly at the presence of someone in the room, immediately lowering it with a sigh of relief.

"Look who we found..." he remarks as you and Negan enter after Aaron.

A shocked Maggie looks behind you and Negan, "where's Hershel?"

"His with Elijah, Annie and the others. He's hidden and safe" you answer reassuringly.

"He's good, Maggie" Negan assures her.

"We're here to take out shithead and the dick-brigade."

"I understand you being here" Maggie replies, looking toward you then.

"But why are you here? It's too dangerous for a heavily pregnant woman to be in the middle of this."

"My fighting abilities may be limited but I could be the perfect distraction for an ambush" you retort confidently.

Maggie looks at you in disbelief, turning to Negan then, "you allowed her to come?"

"Not like I had a fuckin' choice" he grumbles out.

"Would have made her own way here if I didn't."

"Ya always were too stubborn for ya own good..." Daryl softly chuckles at you proudly nodding at Negan's words. Pointing out then.

"Besides, we might need her strategic brain."

"We should go back to the Commonwealth first, get our people out and then deal with Hornby together" Gabriel argues.

"No, Gabe. He probably already radioed back; you know that" Aaron points out as Daryl scans the outside from the window.

"Look, he knows us. We're never getting through those checkpoints."

"And if he has his people go after our families in the meantime?" Gabriel continues to argue. The two continue to argue for a bit until Daryl steps in.

"Wait, wait... Hold up, hold up" Daryl waves his index finger deep in thought.

"We can do all of this..." he points toward Negan then.

"They never seen your face before."

Negan silently looks at you for a response.

"Right... you saying, I just walk right on in there?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what I'm saying" Darly replies, looking to you then.

"Ya know it's good plan. Probably thinking about it too."

"It is" you nod in agreement.

"That's why I'm going too."

"No, you're not going" Negan hastily shuts you down.

"Only one of us needs to go into the belly of the beast. Hey..." he attempts to make you see reason when you shake your head in disagreement.

"I need you to be safe. Besides, I am fucked either way" smirking at you, Negan remarks then.

"Hey, ya not getting rid of me that easily..."

"Me being with would make them let us in even easier..." you argue as a last attempt.

"Any other time maybe, but with them being on high alert ain't guaranteed" Darly points out.

"It's too risky."

Negan gives you silent 'I told you so' look at Daryl's words, causing you to sigh in defeat.

"Ok, fine."

With a faint smirk, Negan gives you a silent wink, turning back toward Daryl with a more serious look then.

"Alright so, what's the plan?"

Negan waited passively in the interrogation room he had been led to after arriving at the Commonwealth gates, when a largely built man in bright orange armor entered.

After silently observing Negan as he rounded the table, the man enquires then, "You know me?"

"Yeah... word gets around in the wasteland" Negan remarks nonchalantly.

"So, no" the man comments.

"Friend told me about you" Negan replies.

"Said that I should ask for you when I came for... April. When I came looking for April."

The man instantly sits down at Negan's words then.

"Do you know what happened to her?"

Negan silently stares at him through narrowed gaze, "I think you asking me, means that it can't be good."

Mercer lips twitch, "why are you really here?"

Negan faintly smirks, "ran into some trouble. Some shirt-and-tie-wearing-shit and his clamshell-assholes he runs with."

Mercer pauses for a second, "get him some water, now", he orders the guard in the room with them.

"Alright, who sent you?"

"I think you know who sent me..." Negan responds.

"Daryl. So, listen... this Hornsby prick, he's been cutting us cup out there. And we're dealing with it. You see, the problem is, we got people in here to protect too."

"That's my job" Mercer comments.

"And yet, I was sent here anyway..." Negan smirks in response.

"I can't just let you in" Mercer retorts.

"We got rules here."

"Oh, rules...?" Negan purses his lips in thought.

"Right. Well, if no one else is playing by those rules, then why are you?"

"Charlie-whisky-actual, Charlie-whisky-actual, this is field unit Bravo..." a Commonwealth soldier attempts to make contact over the radio.

"Copy. This is actual, go ahead..." a response comes back.

"Actual. This is field unit Bravo, OTB, message from Hornsby as follows..." the soldier states but is interrupted by a sound coming from around the corner.

"Can you help me, please...?" you softly whimper while slowly staggering toward him as you clutched your stomach.

Caught off-guard for a second, the soldier stares at you in shock. Realizingly something seemed off; he goes for his gun but is stopped by Maggie stabbing him in the back.

"Told you; a pregnant woman would be the perfect distraction" you smugly remark as Maggie proceeds to destroy the radio.

After Mercer had allowed Negan into the Commonwealth, he had come across Jerry, who then took him to see Carol. Once Negan had let them in on what had been happening on the outside; they had devised a plan for insurance of the safety for those still on the inside.

"Alright, what are we looking for exactly?" Negan remarks, entering a filing room behind Carol.

"Uhhh, blueprints, schematics, plans for Union Station have to be here somewhere" Carol replies, beginning to search.

"Uh-huh, and what else?" Negan comments, stepping up to begin searching as well.

"The person that I'm looking for was in the building right before people started calling for his head. So, he may have stayed."

"So, he stayed and they're looking for him? Then he has one hell of a hiding spot" Negan remarks.

"Yeah" Carol responds as they continue searching.

"Yeah, did I tell you, I got married" Negan suddenly remarks.

Carol pauses for a second as she side-eyes him, "why are you telling me this now?"

"Well, I don't know, because... because she is out there, and she's carrying our child... and you know her."

Carol pauses for a second at his words, looking at him then, "Y/N? She left with you?"

Negan nods, exhaling heavily, "she's supposed to give birth anytime."

"It's gonna be ok" Carol assures him at seeing the fearful look for your safety on his face.

"Thank you" Negan responds.

"Yeah" Carol comments as they continue searching.

You, Gabriel and Aaron meet up with Maggie and Daryl again after having split.

"Anything?"

"He's dug in up ahead with half his men, we wouldn't get close" Gabriel informs them.

"The others are flanking us from behind..." Aaron adds.

"We should go east before they pin us in."

"Is there any way to get behind them?" Maggie enquires.

"Not without them spotting us" Gabriel answers.

"What if they never see us coming?" you state, eyes concentrated on the sewer grate a few steps from the hiding spot as everyone looks to you then.

Your group makes the descend into the sewers, Maggie being the final one down.

"You ok?" she walks up, when you placed your palms under your belly to relieve some weight off your back.

"Yeah, just you know..." you exhale heavily after releasing the hold on your belly.

"Yeah, I do..." Maggie comments understandingly, offering then.

"Do you wanna take a minute?"

"No, we should keep going" you shake your head, smirking then.

"Good thing my morning sickness is gone or I'd a goner with the smell."

A faint smirk crosses Maggie's lips at your words as she nods in agreement to continue.

Two Walkers slowly make their way toward yous but Daryl and Aaron quickly makes away with them, and everyone continues; making their way through a large opening on the side of the wall to looks to have been an underground hideout.

"That way and we'll come up right behind them" you point to the right. Another Walker suddenly appears and Daryl stares at it, then upwards.

"Maybe we can get them to come down here to use."

Maggie looks at Gabriel then, lifting his gun; he lets off a few shots into the air as everyone covered their ears. 

Part 34

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[livelovesimallways]

"Prayed Up...." Pt. 2

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*after giving her a hug* "Congratulations..."

"Thanks, I guess."

*smirks* " I'm ignoring that. So anyway, how far along do you think you are?"

"Umm, after my ultrasound the doctor said I was about eight weeks. That was a some days ago so I'd say almost nine."

"Well, damn! That's pretty far, Dee!" *agitated* "When were you gonna tell me? And to have your first ultrasound too? Did anyone go with you at least?"

"No." *in a low tone* "Mimi was out of town and..."

"...Your sister wasn't an option?? I just don't get why you didn't tell me. I would've been by your side, no questions asked. To find out from friends after you had some issues is insane."

"I know..." *trying not to cry*

"Look, I'm sorry for getting all riled up. Even though you're an adult, you're still my baby. As a parent you'll always want to know what's going on with your child. And as my child, I will always have your back. You don't have to go through this alone. You have a village: Me, Mimi, and Sean." *looks at him* "Right Boo??"

*clears his throat* "Yeah..."

"Speaking of support, does your sugar daddy know he has a baby on the way? With all the gifts he buys you, he can surely step up."

"It's not his..."

"Okay...Well, did you tell the father then?"

"No..." *low toned*

"Shit..." *starts rubbing her back* "Listen, I know this is hard for you, but you have to at least tell him. Every child deserves both parents. Now if he doesn't want to be there, then that's on him. You have us." *rubs her back again* "Okay Dee??"

"Fuck..." *starts crying* "I am so sorry Dana. This isn't how either one of us expected things to turn out. If I didn't foolishly fall in love with him, none of this would've happened. I met him freshman year, fell head over heels that summer, and then was ghosted in the fall. I never thought I would see him again but I did and those feelings came back. I even justified shit. It was not supposed to go this far and now..."

"Listen, first you need to calm down. Shaking and stressing like this ain't good. There's no need to beat yourself up. We've all gone back to an Ex."

"You don't understand..."

"Alright...Then help me. Start with who this guy is and why this situation has you so stressed."

*starts crying again* "...It's Sean."

"Hold up...I think I heard wrong. I know you don't mean...?" *stares at him*

"I do..." *sobbing*

"Wow...Okay." *immediately gets up*

"I know you're not standing there nonchalant like that! Are you for real!? My mothafuckin sister!??" *slightly pushes him* "I met you that fall after y'all little fling. Why the fuck did you involve me!?" *pushes him again* "What kind of twisted shit are y'all on?"

"It wasn't the whole time, I swear. I'm so sorry Dana!" *still sobbing*

"So you're really not gonna say anything!?" *ignoring her*

"There's nothing I can say to help any of this. She was easy access, that's all. I don't know shit about a baby."

"Well now your disgusting ass does." *turns around* "And you! You need to cut that sorry shit the fuck out.! You're not sorry and you ain't a victim of love. You knew you were wrong and didn't care until shit blew up in your face. You're only stressed and scared because you're about to be alone."

"Here!" *throws her ring* "You earned it. I hope for your child's sake things work out." *leaves out*

"Are you fuckin happy now!? You've been dying to get her out of the picture so why all this crying?"

"I just wanted to be with you. Not have all this happen."

"How many times did I have to tell you to cut that delusional shit out? Why the hell did you tell her if you didn't want this to happen? And what the fuck is up with this baby shit?"

"I told her because I'm pregnant, Sean! I've only been with you and the guy I've been seeing. He had a vasectomy so it's obviously yours."

"Fuck! This is crazy." *starts pacing* "I hope you know shit ain't gonna go the way you want. We're not gonna be a family. I'll be there for the kid but that's where it ends. No one can know, Dee. I'll lose everything and that affects more than just me now. I'm gonna call my lawyer and get some things in place. Make a list of all the things your gonna need and I'll have it sent. Once the baby gets here, we'll figure out visitation and support, but until then, you're on your own.

To Be Continued......

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So, everybody. Z-Dog x Walker One-shot won the poll so here it is

-Zhang's POV-

Z-Dog was standing with me when the rest of the squad was supposed to wake up. I know it botheres her that neither Mansk nor Walker were in our group,that she had to wait longer.Z had been chewing on the inside of her mouth for nearly twenty minutes. I made a mental note to tell the Colonel to get Z some gum,force if he had to. Z never realized she was doing it,so I nudged her with my elbow and she looked at me

"Hell was that for?"Z asked

"Your chewing your cheek"I told her. She hissed,still weird knowing we hiss like cats now, and cursed.

"Goddamn it! What the f-" She cut her swearing off with a pissed look. I remember her say something about it being subconscious I think. Well if she didn't get any gum at least Ja might be able to do something,or keep a bunch of extra packs on him like when we were human When it came time for the next group of our squad to wake up,Me, Z-Dog and Fike were there so no one pulled another Colonel,woke up and went to swinging when they see blue. Next group was Mansk,Warren,Walker,Ja and Prager.Z-dog went to Mansk first. I helped out Warren, people actually thought we were a couple as humans,but we're both straight as Lyle's sniper shots. Well,Warren was bi,so was I,we just preferred women. After Z-Dog heard Walker grumble a little and shoved the scientists away Snarling "Get that fuckin light outta her goddamn eyes"

-Walkers Pov-

My eyes fluttered open and i blinked away some blurriness,and saw an avatar.... She looked familiar till "Hey there Baby. glad to see ya woke up" My ears shot up in recognition, fuckin great,that means I'm Blue...and dead. It was... Was it really,Z... the answer was yes,once I saw the tattoos, always with the fuckin tattoos.

"Z?" I asked, Christ my voice was fucked up, sounds like I choked a little to much.

"Good mornin Sleeping Beauty" Z smiled,it all fell back in place so easy. Our normal teasing,our jokes and everything. "Still sexy,even in blue baby" Z said winking at me when I raised up,and realized that my fuckin ass was showing because of the Fucking gown those damn science pukes put me in. "Funny, asshole"I retorted grinning a little.

After a couple hours and the Colonel's briefing,he must have been good to make a joke dispite having woken up swinging at his squad. Everything pretty much was the same for all of us,We were just taller,bluer and had tails with fangs. Wasn't much fun goin to the gym when we got so fuckin exhausted after only a couple hours,used to be we could go for damn near a day. Didn't matter, Colonel was assigning bunk mates now anyway,no doubt everyone would end up with their favorite team mate. Meaning Fike and I will be bunking, hopefully.

-Z-Dogs POV -

"Alright,all ya shut yer traps" Colonel said,his way of announcing bunk pairings were coming.

"All right so unfortunately,(he grumbles mid sentence "They stupidly forgot there's fuckin 12 of us") We all gotta bunk with someone,but i ain't bunkin with nobody,so there'll be three of ya sharin a room." of course,but I know he just wants some real time to be alone,He had asked bout Paz and the kid not long after waking up..Paz was KIA and no one knows what happened to the kid, wether he stayed,was killed, sent back to earth... Nothing. I got real pissed when I heard they didn't try to watch on the kid,still am actually. Doesn't matter,(It does) Any-Ah shit.

-3rd person POV-

Z spit blood into a trashcan, Quaritch looked at her. 'Remind them damn science pukes to get her some gum' Quaritch thought to himself. Either way he announced "Lyle and Mansk are sharing"

-Walkers Pov-

Ah,Mansk and Lyle. Means Z and I are probably bunking,thank God. I love Fike,he's my best friend,but Z helps with a lot. The list went on after.

Mansk & Lyle

Zhang & Warren

Prager & Ja

Me & Z

Fike,Brown & Lopez,then the Colonel on his own. I'm glad Fike's with Brown and Lopez,yeah they fight a lot but their both close with him. And Brown is a good thing because when Sean has a freak out he usually needs someone to hold him,Brown is his first option. He likes him more than friends but won't admit it because Brown seems straight as an arrow. Hell poor Sean forgets over half of our asses are all bi. The only real straight ones are Colonel,Lyle,Mansk,and Lopez. Ja and Prager honestly give me mixed signals on which one they are.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Thank God. I love Mansk but I wanna talk to Walker about some stuff.

After some more working out it was Lights out. There were bunks in the room,not bunk beds thank God. Walker was in the shower when I got there so I just put on some sweats and took my shirt off. So now I was in my sports bra and my sweats, honestly more modest than how I slept as a human. I was checking out a holo pad when Walker finished her shower.

-Walkers POV-

I finished my shower and dried off. I put on some shorts and my sports bra, basically a sleep version of my regular outfit. Either way I'm to damn tired for anything so I head out and Z's on the bed messing with a holo pad, probably trying to find a movie to watch. "Hey Z" my voice sounds weird,it's just. God I don't know how to explain it.

"Hey" Z responded, looking up at me. God,we spent so many nights together as humans why is it so weird being alone now in these bodies.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Walker looked nervous, can't blame her. No predicting these new bodies but it was something else,I can tell. She's shifting around and she won't look at me,and the tail gives it away.

"Hey, Maria?"

-Walkers POV-

"Hey Maria?"

My head snaps over,Z never calls me Maria like I never call her Alicia, unless it was when we were Fucking,well then we only said each other's first names when we were making love. If we were Fucking...eh I don't wanna mention what we called each other.

"What's wrong,Sweet girl?" Z asked turning my face to her and gently holding her hand to my cheek once I sat down on the bed. I sighed "Sort of. I'm happy we're together but..." I felt blood rush to my face,the second I said this I wasn't living it down

#miles quaritch #paz socorro #miles socorro #lyle wainfleet #recom squad #walker #zindarsk #recom mansk #recom lopez #Recom Warren #recom zhang #recom fike #recom prager #Recom Ja #recom brown #Recombinant Squad

[incarnateirony]

It shouldn't have to be like this guys. I genuinely should not have to go on 3+ day long trans issues benders to get even mildly heard about this.

Society is fundamentally broken if allies refuse to listen because they're too self absorbed in their own shit of them being the victims versus any kind of men at all times regardless of what that man is functionally doing or how he's acting.

I am like. Begging the women of this fandom to listen. Shut up and listen. Not shut up because you're a woman, but shut up because you're fucking bulldozing trans men nonstop and selling yourself that you're being the bestest ally ever while doing it and plugging your ears when I tell you that you're leagues out of pocket.

And the big secret is, you guys are always out of pocket. This isn't just Suddenly Happening Every Two Hours Now. This is shit I've dealt with ever since I came out. Nobody pearl clutched and pretended to be Afraid of Uncomfortable when it was a loud lesbian warrior that wouldn't shut up for any man.

Now that I'm a trans man? The majority of my day is spent by women patrolling every little piece of what I fucking say and holding onto it like a goddamn grudge and refusing apologies over literally tiny ridiculously SHOULD NOT BE AN ISSUE problems, because you guys don't want to unpack your daddy issues and you send it at the nearest poor bastard in your radius, which tends to be an LGBTQ man, because we're the ones trying to support you, but you guys can't get your head out of your own bullshit.

I spent my life being told by men I spoke too loud, who tried to shut me up. I'm not gonna spend the second half of my life being told by women I speak too loud trying to shut me up. It ain't fuckin happening fam, and it ain't okay just because you're a woman, and you are literally all doing it.

Even very good, very intelligent friends, just keep fucking doing it. I literally had a convo where I SENSED the bullshit. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Is it going to be to mute my human experience for someone else's comfort because they can't process human interaction like adults?" "Huh? What no I have no idea what you're talking about." "Oh good. Because I thought you were about to hand me another transphobic cactus." "SO ANYWAY IT'S EXACTLY THAT."

What? My Friend Am Are Uncomfortable

fam I am so tired of white women being convinced my life experience and goal needs to be to specifically Make Them Comfortable with no fucking human regard for my own comfort in the social balance. It is not my job to pay for all of the sins of the patriarchy. I can do my best to be a good man in any moment and conscious of issues but I can't fix the patriarchy all by myself, I'm sorry.

It's like women are literally objectively refusing to onboard this information. I sit down serious as shit in front of a friend and go, "You are not the social minority in this situation. You are the social majority constantly enforcing your parameters on a much smaller minority. You literally can not or should not be Concerned or Uncomfortable when there are literally hundreds of you and like one of me, and if you are, there's a deeper problem here, and it yet again is not me. This is a microaggression."

Then yall go off into fuckin some other topic to avoid looking at it and I grab you by the noses and sit you down again and go no, this is a microaggression, susan, you're going to stop doing it, just like the 10 other friends I've had the come to jesus moment with in the last 72 hours about doing this shit.

[plonk] bounces right off your fuckin heads. No can be microaggression because I Woman Am Uncomfortable Man Bad? fucking stop it LEAVE US BE. YOU DONT GET TO TREAT US LIKE YOUR HEADHUNT OF RANDOM REDDIT BOYS ALL THE GODDAMN TIME. LEAVE US BE. PROCESS YOUR SHIT LIKE ADULTS.

But no every time Woman Mad Man Spoke Big so then Complain To Other Friend who then Complain To Other Friend who then All Complain to Me so somehow even after I've apologized for any minor infraction at length I get the Grownassed Women Cant Get Over Tiny Shit Must Harass Man For Next 3 Hours bus rolling up, but posed under innocent doe eyes. HUH WHAT? NO IDK WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT BUT ALSO YES EXACTLY THAT.

We're not angry and telling you to fuck off with that shit because we're misogynists. We're angry and telling you to fuck off because we lived as women, and you know what, we're fucking angry and embarrassed at what we're seeing out of you from that corner of lived experience too, because goddamn this is some entitled bullshit.

Yall don't realize you're doing it and you all think it's okay for you to individually act like this so then hundreds of women will pull the same Dont Speak Too Loud shit on One Lone Trans Man and completely miss that they're the majority kicking around the minority because it's fun.

Just because cis men spent their whole lives trying to make you shut up doesn't mean you need to retaliate your bullshit on us and do the same to us. Stop it.

Henceforth submit all Vague Concerns And Discomfort to my mailbox

#trans

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 5- Prosciutto Is Not |Prosciutto x Reader Angst|

Warning: nudity, implied sex, graphic murder. mention and described, threats, strong language. MA.

You laid on the random rental bed as Illuso got dressed, staring up at the white ceiling. You laid fully nude, a numb, unsatisfied tingle buzzed between your legs. You just had terrible sex- you didn't even come close, almost having an orgasm. It was just you sucking him off, and then he railed you in doggy mode and pulled your hair until he came.

He pulled his white tshirt over his head as he walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked down at you. "Last week this fuckin' prick tried to rip us off," Illuso told you as he leaned back, his body stretching over you, his back pressing against your bare stomach. "Shit pissed me off. Why would he try that shit knowing who the fuck I am?" He questioned, pulling out a joint from his pocket. "Wanna know what I did to him? Also you gotta fuckin' lighter?"

You reached towards the wooden dresser, picking up the lighter and handing it to Illuso. "What did you do?"

"I scalped the son of a bitch, I took my hunting knife out my pocket and I cut his scalp straight off," he told you, placing the joint in his mouth and lighting it up, taking a hit. He inhaled before blowing the smoke in your face, a sick grin on his face. "He was fuckin' terrified, still alive with his brain showin'. I had to shoot the poor bastard, he was begging pretty hard." He put the joint up to your mouth.

You tilted your head to the side slightly as you slightly leaned forward, taking a quick drag. You inhaled, then exhaled, turning your head to the side to avoid blowing smoke in his face. "How long do you think someone can survive without a scalp? Like, if your brains are exposed and nothing is protecting it, how long can you really live?" You should feel fear, but you didn't feel that. You just felt curious. You've killed before, but never like that. "Do you wanna do that to me? Is that why you're telling me?"

"Melone is weak as fuck, and his stand isn't as good as mine," Illuso began as he suddenly sat up, "but he's fucking insane. And he fucking told me last night that if you die he'll go insane and destroy everything. Now, I don't know what that fucking means but I don't wanna find out. Also, I'm fine with you being my little girlfriend, I ain't gonna kill ya. I just want to tell you about my day since you're my girl. Gotta problem with that? Don't want me to be tight with you like you are with Melone?"

"What do you mean?" You questioned, not knowing what he's trying to imply. What does he want from you? You assumed he would only want sex and to hang out when he was bored. Why was he suddenly saying you were his girl?

Illuso put out the joint on the dresser, leaving a small cigarette burn dent in the dark wooden cabinet. "I'm 34, I've been through so much pussy I don't even know how many women I've slept with. I might of paid for most of it, but damn the pussy just always kept coming." He turned to face you, leaning forward, his face suddenly inches away from yours. "They also kept going.. and that's what they were supposed to do. I've had my fun, I think I can go all the way with you."

You raised your eyebrows at him yet again, "maybe you should get tested. This is why I always make you wear a condom. You literally could have something." You shook your head, freezing up when he suddenly crashed his lips into yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he planted a rough, sloppy kiss on your lips. As he pulled away, you reached a hand out, placing it on his chest. "Why?"

"I use fucking protection even when I get my dick sucked, don't disrespect me girl. And best believe I don't go around kissing either, I've only kissed on five women. One was my first girlfriend when I was a kid, one was my fiance I dumped, two from girlfriends, and you're the last one. And I dated that last girl three years ago," he spoke to you softly, but a hint of danger still rested in his tone. "So what's up? You're my girl now, right? I'm making it official, I just want to hear you say it so fucking say it."

You decided to play your cards right, nodding your head. "Okay, I'm your girlfriend, and you're my boyfriend." You were a little surprised, but you technically already were kind of dating all seven of them. You didn't count Ghiaccio or Pesci, though, despite being told you should, but whatever. These men couldn't read your minds, and you were a good actor. "I mean, what's the point in saying it? Nothing will change. Right?"

Illuso smirked, placing another kiss on your lips before standing up. "Everything's going to change between us now. I promise you that." He patted your cheek gently. "Go downstairs or stay up here, I don't fucking care what you do. I'm going to take a shower. I'll see you and those beautiful fuckin' tits when I come downstairs."

-----

"I don't want to drink the fucking water, I don't like it," you told Melone as you pushed the glass back towards him. "Don't you start. I'm an adult, I drink what I want and I don't want water. I'm not a fish, do I look like a fish to you? Hm?" You walked over to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a can of soda. "I just woke up, I need caffeine. Not water, not toast."

Melone followed you, grabbing the soda out of your hand. "Why are you so cranky this morning? That's because you don't drink enough water, and you skip breakfast," he told you, shaking his head. "I'm a very patient man, baby. I'll keep bothering you. I'll give you the soda once you eat a piece of toast and drink some water, please. I just care. That's it, baby."

You couldn't admit this to even yourself really but you loved Melone. Despite feeling like these men will turn on you and kill you, you can't help but find yourself falling in love with him. No man had ever beaten a man to death because they wanted to harm you, that's so.. hot? You didn't know how to describe it, but it made you want him, him constantly showing you positive affection, and taking care of you made you actually fall in love with him. And despite him being overly excited during the first two times you had sex with him, he was great in bed- amazing. You didn't care that he was insane and a little toxic. You weren't perfect.

"Why are you giving Melone a hard time? Just sit down and eat the damn bread, I don't want to hear him asking you a million times," Prosciutto snapped, causing you to walk over to him, sitting across from him. "Do you need to be constantly watched? Eat girl, you're young and need to stay healthy."

You looked down at the plate that Melone placed in front of you, seeing a piece of toast. You grabbed the toast, taking a bite as you quickly snatched the soda out of Melones' other hand, placing it under the table and between your legs. "I'll eat the toast, okay? Fine."

Melone smiled down at you, nodding his head. "Good. I just want want to be healthy. Three meals a day and a little extra are important. Now, I'm going to go get ready." He leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "I am more than ready to protect you. I'm going to rip those men apart, I promise you that." He patted your shoulder before leaving, heading into the living room of the rental.

You kept your face emotionless, but inside, you couldn't help but feel a little turned on by his possessiveness over you. You leaned back, your eyes meeting Prosciutto, who was already staring at you, his hands clutching a newspaper as he looked you up and down. "What? Stop doing that to me. That's like, fucked up."

"When a man looks you up and down, it means they're physically attracted to you Y/N," Prosciutto told you, a hint of annoyance in his tone. Immediately your eyes moved up and down, you only being able to see his face and part of his chest, his dress shirt buttoned down slightly, revealing his bare chest as well as a thin gold chain. "Oh, really now?"

You looked around, never being the type to joke around much, especially with these men. Despite 'dating' them, you only felt comfortable joking around with Melone, but you refrained yourself. You were a woman. You always had to worry about these men finding you weak and fragile, so you just kept your mouth shut. You found yourself close to asking him something, but you stopped yourself.

Prosciutto cleared his throat, causing you to once again meet his eyes. "I will be taking you out on a date soon. Would you prefer to eat out or would you like for me to cook for you at my house?"

You instantly froze, looking down at your toast. "We.. can go to your house." You've already been seen in public with Melone and Formaggio. You didn't want your reputation completely ruined. How will people look at you knowing you're dating seven men? They'll look at you pretty poorly.

"Maybe that is for the best considering these unique circumstances," Prosciutto told you, nodding his head as he picked up his cup of coffee, taking a sip from the black mug before looking down at your toast. "What's the most important meal of the day?"

"Alcohol," you replied, picking up the toast and taking a bite. You chewed and swallowed, leaning back as you looked at him. "I've never been to your house before. Are you sure I can be trusted?" You smirked a little, causing him to suddenly lean forward, eyes going dark. "Do you want a kiss? You'll have to ask nicely, and I'll say no."

"I am not Formaggio or Illuso. Stop making jokes with me. I am not amused. I have been in the mafia for over 25 years, don't tell me I can't trust you," Prosciutto snapped at you, instantly becoming frustrated with you, his tone threatening and harsh "I hardly know you, and I know nothing about you. You could be working for the enemy. Your entire first encounter with Risotto is suspicious."

You let a laugh escape your lips, causing him to suddenly stand up, his large lean but muscular form stepping towards you, towering over you. You immediately realized that your laugh came off disrespectful, causing you to scoot back in your chair instantly, and your head immediately dropped down to protect your face from being hit. You weren't laughing to disrespect Prosciutto. You just find it amusing that he would accuse you of working for the enemy. What enemy? You hardly knew anyone, let alone any fucking enemy they had.

Before joining La Squadra, you only had light knowledge of the mafia world, only selling drugs for Luca and sometimes collecting money from businesses that owed him. You knew of a few names - Bruno, Polpo, Squado, and Tiziano - and you knew of Risotto as well. You just heard names, also selling drugs to lower ranking members. You kept yourself heavily armed, knowing how dangerous it was for a woman to do what you're doing. You always felt as if one day soon your life would be cut short for all your crimes and being too involved. That's why you'll never trust these men. They could kill you at any moment. Afraid.. did you feel afraid? No.. you felt conflicted about your entire situation.

"Did you just fucking laugh at me? Am I some fucking joke to you?" Prosciutto snapped, two hard steps padding across the hardwood floor. "You keep disrespecting me and I am done with it. I got something to adjust you." You suddenly heard a jean buckle, causing you go suddenly lift your head, immediately reaching out your hands.

As he began to unfasten his thick leather belt, your hands stopped him, your smaller hands attempting to wrap around his larger ones. Him beating you with a belt was not something that you wanted to enjoy with your morning toast, instead attempting to stop him. "I'm sorry, Prosciutto, I was just kidding. I didn't mean any harm. Before this, I just sold drugs for Luca and collected some money for him. And I killed a few guys. I was honest with Risotto," you told him, finding it hard to keep eye contact with his hard gaze. "I told him everything." You think.

"How many men have you killed?" Prosciutto questioned, letting his hands freeze instead of snatching them away from your grasp.

You shrugged. "Why would I keep count? I just killed the men that ripped him off." You've been ripped off by women a few times but always ended up paying what was missing to Luca. Without his knowledge, he was ripped off. You didn't want to kill any women, just men. "I shoot, or I stab them. I never use my stand unless necessary."

He kept his glare on you, almost meanicing as he slowly began to nod his head. "You better watch yourself around me. You've been pissing me off too much.. if it was just you and I here and I wasn't about to leave, then I would punish you accordingly." He looked down at your hands, raising his eyebrows. "For now, I won't, but when we are alone, you'll be getting your first punishment from me."

"You know, you're making it really hard for me to like you," you told him, causing take one step back, your hands dropping to the side as he buckled his belt. You could now see why Prosciutto had trouble keeping a woman married to him. As attractive as he was physically, it seemed that he wanted to have full control over who he was with. Unfortunately for you, you aren't in a situation where you can just leave him or say no. Leaving him would mean you leaving Melone, and you loved Melone. You also knew that a group of assassins could easily track you down; you would always be on the run, and that was no life to live.

"That doesn't hurt my feelings, but I will be sure to remember how much you don't like me when punishing you. It will keep me from stopping when you beg," he told you, voice suddenly becoming low, almost.. kind? "It's time for me to go. I'm needed on this mission, so lucky for you, I won't be staying here alone with you. Pesci will."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise; you haven't spoken to Pesci much, almost forgetting completely that he was your seventh boyfriend. "Pesci?"

"You listen to him and respect him. He is very nervous, but that does not mean that he isn't a man. He is very capable of protecting you, so don't give him a hard time, or I'll be even more pissed at you," Prosciutto warned, raising his hand and placing it on your shoulder. "Do not try anything. I am warning you."

You nodded your head. You had no reason to be mad at Pesci. He's never done anything at all to you. You could awkwardly sit next to him until Melone gets back. Oh. And the others. "Why would I? He's never done anything to me, I have no problem with me. I have no negative feelings towards him." You have no feelings towards him.

Prosciutto nodded his head, gently squeezing your shoulder before he walked away, leaving you to stand in the dining room.

As he walked away, you still felt his hand on your shoulder, as if he was still lightly grasping it. You raised your hand gently, touching where he grasped your shoulder, a tingle running down your spine as you touched the area, still warm from his gentle yet firm grasp.

#tw murder mention #tw unhealthy relationship #tw unsettling #tw graphic #tw sex mention #tw nudity #tw nude #tw threats #tw adult themes #tw mature #ravenzeppeli #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #la squadra #tw strong language #tw language #la squadra claimed #claimed la squadra #claimed

[isaacapatow]

with @davxdalexander & @mayrarcjas  | the daybreakers : david talks about ermano, and ike and mayra close something and consider an opening

ike apatow We got word that Ares was injured. They're gonna be bringing him back to Redwood as soon as he's stable enough to travel. -they're ranging among the junk in the yard, finding salvage that can be repurposed to repair and fortify things in town- The radio system we set up isn't reliable but at least they got that much through. We should start training damn carrier pigeons, man.

David Alexander Ares? Shit. -it seemed just about everyone was getting hurt- How bad is he?

ike apatow They couldn't give too much detail but from what I gather he's down for the count and they're worried his wounds might fester if he stays. Makes sense. Everyone who's there is there to be a target, after all, but targets with a chance of getting out of it alive. -Ike scowls down at the ground for a moment after saying that, his forehead in a pained crease-

David Alexander Well, that's good they can bring him back. Hopefully it ain't anything too bad. -David knows that Ike has a special spot for all of his raiders and he notices the look in his face- Zack won't let anything happen to them. As much of a pain in the ass he is, he's not that kind of guy. But I'm sure you know that.

ike apatow Yeah, no -- it's not that. He's gonna do what he can. It's ... -Ike stops looking around entirely, looking at David instead- They could all be dead a month from now. Or worse, captured. You were a prisoner with the Daybreakers, I mean not for long but long enough to see what it was like.

David Alexander -David waits for Ike to give him his attention and let him spill rather than pry. He crosses his arms and sighs as he nods along- It wasn't long, but yeah. I was glad we were gone as quick as we were. I don't want to think about what would happen if the others are taken.

ike apatow But we have to. That's our job, to think about that.

David Alexander -David nodded- Yeah. I know. But we're not gonna let that happen to them. -it wasn't a question - it was a matter of fact-

ike apatow -Ike stares at him flatly for a moment, then turns back to searching- I don't know how you do it.

David Alexander -his brow raises slightly as he follows Ike- Do what?

ike apatow Never bother thinking anything deeper than what you've been told to think.

David Alexander -David breaths out amusement under his breath- It's not that. It's a success mentality. Used it on missions and it never failed.

ike apatow -Ike snorts, although his interest is piqued by this- Positive thinking, seriously? That's what Uncle Sam taught you when you were in his gang?

David Alexander No, Uncle Sam taught me patience with stupiditiy. Ermano taught me positive thinking.

ike apatow Now I know you're fuckin' with me. Ermano has positive thoughts about trousers that can be let out in the ass and that's about it.

David Alexander -David smirked and shrugged- Am I? Or maybe that's just how close 'Mano and I are.

ike apatow All right, well -- whatever. You and Ermano can have had all the positive thinking personal hand-holding retreats you want, it doesn't mean it's gonna help anything.

David Alexander Might not, but it doesn't hurt either.

ike apatow You sure you didn't learn this from Mayra? That sounds more likely.

David Alexander -David shook his head- No, I learned this from being a leader to a bunch of guys who were terrified about going into war zones.

ike apatow See now -- if you were my CO and I was shit terrified to go get potentially blowed up and you told me to just think nice thoughts and assume success, I'd gank you in the night and go AWOL. -Ike smirks, leaning back at the hips as he jabs a finger at David- And that's why I'm not suited for the military.

David Alexander You'd be surprised how many guys did that. -he laughed under his breath- Yeah, I could see that. Ain't nothing wrong with it.

ike apatow So. Speaking of Mayra, what's up with you and Mayra?

David Alexander Uhhhh. -he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly- I'm just helpin' her out. She asked for some self defense lessons and she came to check up on me with the whole 'Mano incident.

ike apatow Noooooooooo, tell the truth. She made you smile. -Ike jams his fingertips on either side of his mouth, giving a dimply twinkly exaggerated smile and twisting his fingers- I had to hear the girls squealing about it, so now I get to bother you about it.

David Alexander I do know how to smile, y'know. She ain't the only one. -he shakes his head but is amsued nonetheless- We shared a single kiss. Just one.

ike apatow What's stopping you from more?

David Alexander I want to talk with her about things. Gauge her comfort level and everything.

ike apatow Things? What things? Am I a thing? Tell me if I'm a thing because I'm pretty fuckin sure I'm a thing.

David Alexander I don't know if you're a thing. That is more a Mayra answer than me. You might want to talk to her.

ike apatow Don't tell me to talk to her, I've talked to her more than you have and that's a fuckin fact. -he boots over a piece of a wheel well, crouching down to look at it but still talking- She's in love with me. She claims she's in love with me. Did she mention that?

David Alexander -David crossed his arms and stared at him with a brow raised- Not really, no.

ike apatow -Ike hoots, breaking apart some gears from a shaft and inspecting them- Well, now you know. She was probably never even gonna tell you.

David Alexander -David shrugs- Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know. For all I know it was just a kiss and nothing more. Hence why I wanted to talk to her first.

ike apatow What's Ermano say about it?

David Alexander Being happy for me and go for it because we're all on borrowed time.

ike apatow Huh, interesting. He normally has a lot to say about Mayra being slutty, even though she's barely slept with anybody.

Mayra Rojas -she had left sol’s home, dropping off a few items when she had overheard her name being said, by an all too familiar voice. looking through the junkyard fence, mayra saw david and ike talking. crouching, she continued to listen to the conversation, unseen-

David Alexander Honestly, I think Ermano's near brush with death has changed his mind on a few things. I also know he's been trying to get me a girl since as long as I have known him.

ike apatow Even one he thinks is a stone whore?

David Alexander A stone whore? -he raises his brow questioningly- I'm not exactly the most virtuous guy either, y'know.

ike apatow Oh, yeah -- Ermano won't care how many places you dipped your wick, this is entirely one-way judgy traffic,

David Alexander Like I said - Ermano said he was happy for me, even if there's nothing there. And he told me to go for it, but I don't know if there even is anything there.

ike apatow -standing back up, Ike looks at David for a while, then walks ahead a bit- All right. Well, I can handle the rest myself, if you want.

David Alexander -David shook his head as he follows along- Appreciate it but idle hands and all that. Besides, -he reaches down and picks up something Ike walked past- You missed some.

ike apatow Sure. Knock yourself out.

Mayra Rojas -mayra finally stepped out into view, looking over to the men- What’s the matter, Ike? Annoyed David didn’t give in to your instigation? Let me guess, you were the one who brought me up? Real nice. -she crossed her arms, sending a glare toward ike-

ike apatow What instigation? If he knew what one was, that would've been called a conversation.

David Alexander -David looked up as Mayra approached and he felt like he was missing something here- Were you eavesdropping?

Mayra Rojas I was leaving Sol’s and heard my name. A little hard not to when that happens. -her attention was only on david- Don’t listen to him when it has anything to do with me. It’s all false. Well, one thing is right. -she looks to ike with a pointed stare- I don’t love him.

ike apatow -cups his hand to his ear- Say that again? I wanna hear it in front of a witness.

Mayra Rojas Bite me. -she rolls her eyes-

ike apatow -he drops his hand, giving her a dark, serious stare- No. Say it again. I think I deserve that much and David does too.

Mayra Rojas You’re such an insufferable cockroach. -her arms fell to her side- You were right, I don’t love you. -there was so much more she wanted to say, but mayra chose to put a cork in it to not confuse david more than he already looked-

ike apatow Great. Now I'm gonna continue on, and you two can do whatever. -he starts to head off to the other side of the junkyard-

Mayra Rojas -she watches ike as he moves to the over side of the junkyard, frustration growing- Give me a sec and then I’ll answer any questions you might have -she says to david before following ike- Hey, what the hell was that? Why bother bringing me up to someone else when we haven’t even seen each other since before snow fall?

ike apatow -keeps walking, not turning around- That's what us lying cockroaches do.

Mayra Rojas Bullshit. -she catches up to him, and rounds to stop in front of him- Stop! That’s not fair. I’m moving on and trying to find what I need with someone else and this is what you do? I didn’t run to Jemma when I found out about you two. Why try to hinder my happiness?

ike apatow What would you even run to Jemma for?

Mayra Rojas My point.

ike apatow That isn't a point.

Mayra Rojas Yes, it is. You just refuse to see it. Hell, anything I say you refuse to even acknowledge it.

ike apatow That's rich coming from the girl who's refused to listen to a single thing I've said, even if it's about me.

Mayra Rojas -she lets out a sigh, but stays firm- You’re right. I didn’t want to hear you, and I’ll own up to that.

ike apatow -he looks at her directly instead of around at other things, mouth twisted to the side- All I said to him is that Ermano thinks you're a slut, and that you think you're in love with me. The first one's true, that's what Ermano thinks, and the second one has apparently changed, so... -Ike shrugs- So that's that. I'm not a fucking liar and I never have been, but thanks for assuming I would. 

Mayra Rojas -mayra rolled her eyes, two fingers reaching her temples to give them a few rolls- Jesus fucking Crickets, we’re never going to be able to have a decent conversation again, are we? Fuck, I didn’t know you moved to Gin’s place ‘til Lucien told me. Once upon a time, that’s something we would’ve talked about before it happened, and now? I feel like I’m looking at the shell of someone I used to know and I don’t like it.

ike apatow -he shrugs, shoulders slumping a little- I don't like it either. But I don't think there's any way back for us. You can't even talk to me without rolling your eyes and calling me names.

Mayra Rojas Maybe say something not ‘roll my eyes worthy’ -her words were a joke but she could see how they could’ve been taken serious- That was a joke, by the way. -moving a piece of hair behind her ear, mayra looked up at ike- I’m sorry. I’ll try to stifle my defense mechanism around you.

ike apatow -he can't help sounding a little mournful, looking down at her- I don't know why you even feel like you have to be defensive around me. I'm not trying to attack you, Mayra.

Mayra Rojas -she shrugs- Sometimes it feels like it.

ike apatow You know if I ask you to give me examples you wouldn't be able to come up with any. You know that, right.

Mayra Rojas Don't you think I already know it's all in my head?

ike apatow Uh, not really, since you act on it as if it's fact.

Mayra Rojas That's what mental illness is, Ike. I'm sure you can understand that better than most. -she wasn't insinuating ike had one, but to work with addicts ... to be an addict was classified as a mental illness in the old world- I've been seeing Theo. And while he's not a psychiatrist, he certainly presents some affirming information on personality disorders. The highs ... the lows ....

ike apatow Okay, okay. I don't require you to tell me what your diagnosis is, that's your business -- all I want is for you to stop treating me like a cartoon villain out to get you. I do know what mental illness is like, yeah, and rule one is that it's not an excuse for treating other people like shit.

Mayra Rojas I'm not making an excuse.

ike apatow Oh-kay. Congratulations on seeking help, then.

Mayra Rojas -mayra lets out a slow breath, her eyes slightly narrowing at him- How about this? And it might sound corny, but, whenever you're free, stop by for tea and we'll catch up. Maybe do just ten minutes and see how it goes for another tea date, as friends. Just a suggestion, think it over. -she puts a gentle hand on his arm- I do miss you, by the way. You were like one of my best friends ... that I fucked. -she snorts-

ike apatow How about you invite me for tea. I think that would work better than me calling the shots on anything between us. -he raises his eyebrows hopefully, resting his hand over hers on his arm-

Mayra Rojas -a small smile forms- Ike, will you please meet me for tea at my place, tonight? As long as you're not too busy.

ike apatow Yes I will. -he answers without hesitation, then sighs, cupping his other hand to the back of her head and pressing a short kiss to her hair before letting go- I'll see you later, kid. Now go tend to that basset hound of yours.

Mayra Rojas -she briefly folds into him and smiles at his comment. with a shake from her head, mayra walks back toward david, her hands shoved deep in her coat pockets- Hey, sorry about that. You need help?

David Alexander -when Mayra had ran off to do whatever it was with Ike, David had busied himself to avoid watching or listening. It was obviously a private conversation and one he felt like he didn't need to get into the middle of. He only looked up from the broken clock that he was taking apart when he heard Mayra- Just grabbing a couple more parts to pass on for projects. Everything good between you two?

Mayra Rojas -she gave a single-sided shrug- Time will tell, honestly. But - um. I want you to know that there's nothing romantic going on there. In case you were wondering.

David Alexander -David looked over to where Ike had disappeared before back at Mayra- I wasn't, but that's good to know. -he offers her a gentle smile as he finally pulls apart the clock and pulls out the gears- So....just how long were you spying on us?

Mayra Rojas Not long, truthfully. Probably the last minute or so before I stepped out. -she playfully narrowed her eyes at him- Why? Did you finally confess your undying love for Ermano?

David Alexander -David chuckles and shakes his head - Oh, no. Nothing that dramatic. But I did tell him that 'Mano has a crush on him.

Mayra Rojas I knew it -mayra playfully put a finger in the air- That's why he acts like he has a stick up his ass whenever Ike is around, huh?

David Alexander Oh yeah. He just doesn't want Ike to know it. He likes to play hard to get.

Mayra Rojas -she snorted at his joke- Figures.

#with: david #with: mayra #c: may006 #c: dav006 #plot:daybreakers

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The Tipping Point

Corali heaved a sigh as she headed toward the arena. Ever since she became sober, her matches were suffering. If it wasn't a headache, it was a sudden case of the shakes or her heart racing enough to be distracting. In addition to the withdrawal symptoms, she was starting to have anxiety again just like when she was much younger, which she took up drinking to cope with in the first place. As a result, she was in the midst of an intense losing streak, and her payouts were suffering for it.

Upon entering, she was met with one of the circuit managers staring at her with an expression she couldn't quite read. Maybe regret? Frustration? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't good. She tried to walk past him to the locker rooms, but he held up an arm to block her.

"We gotta talk, Primer," he told her sternly. She stopped and looked up at the older olive with an eyebrow raised.

"If this is about my matches--" she began but was promptly cut off.

"It's more than that. You're not welcome here anymore," he interrupted. Corali blinked and stared at him in confusion which quickly turned to anger.

"The hell's that s'posed ta mean? Since when ain't I welcome at my job??" she snapped at him, though he didn't appear the least bit fazed by her. He merely sighed and pulled out his huskphone. He clicked through a few apps before pulling up a familiar short on grubtube and showing it to her. Corali groaned and dragged a metal hand down her face.

"Oh, for the love of-- Yer kickin' me out on account a that??" she asked in exasperation as she watched herself punch the highblood doctor and shatter his mask. He closed the grubtube app and placed his huskphone back in his pocket before turning back to her with a stern face.

"Do you realize how illegal what you did is? The fact that legislacerators haven't already hunted you down is a miracle. It's only a matter of time before they start coming here sniffing around for you, and I don't want any part of what you've gotten yourself into," he explained himself.

The yellow of Corali's eyes turned the slightest bit orange, and she crossed her arms angrily. A stupid fifteen second video was going to cost her job. Had she known there would be this much blowback from her bad mood, she probably wouldn't have punched that guy. The manager narrowed his eyes at her as though daring her to try something. Although the expected outburst never came, he didn't relax.

"So that's it then. I'm fuckin' canned 'cause I lost my temper at a coffee shop?" She accused. He groaned and ran a hand through his short messy hair.

"Think of it more like... a suspension. On paper, yeah, you're fired, but you're welcome to come back when all this attention surrounding you eases up. Let's say, half a sweep?" he proposed. He got Corali yelling in his face for his troubles.

"Half a sweep!? The fuck am I s'posed ta do fer money fer half a got dang sweep!!?"

"I don't know! It's not my business!" he fired back and threw his hands in the air. "You'll figure something out. Besides, you need the vacation. I don't know what's been going on with you, but you've been complete shit in the ring all month, and it's affecting attendance and bets. No one wants to see the same person get beat up over and over, especially when they used to be really good."

Corali huffed but said nothing. He wasn't wrong about that, and she hated it. She was angry, but more than anything she found herself feeling sad. She slumped as the orange in her eyes receded and turned back to yellow. Only then did the manager ease up now that he knew she wasn't going to do something stupid.

"Ya don't get it. This job's all I got goin' fer me right now," she said in defeat. Between Darius essentially cutting her out of his life, residual withdrawal symptoms ailing her, the return of her anxiety, the desperate cravings, and Thiomi constantly being on her case as well as Dantli's stark lack of support... "I gotta fight. I don't got anythin' else."

"That sucks, really. I can tell whatever's happening is taking a toll, but I can't have you here right now. Come back in half a sweep when all this is guaranteed to be over, and it'll be like you never left."

"... Right," she said with a sullen tone and turned around to walk out. The manager watched her go and contemplated saying something but ultimately decided to let her go in silence. What else was there to say? What could he say that would make a difference or make her feel better?

Corali walked back to the street and removed her ATV from her sylladex, hopped on, and drove away. However, she was slower than usual tonight instead of her usual speeding. Her mind and heart was heavy with stress and sadness. However, she wasn't so long in thought that a familiar place didn't catch her eye.

She pulled into the parking lot of "The Crushed Lime Bar" and hopped off her ATV before placing it back into her sylladex and heading toward the door. She'd only been one or two times before; the music was lame and the drinks were watered down. However, just knowing they served alcohol made it feel like she was home.

She paused before entering and pulled out her palmhusk. This was a bad idea, and she should probably call Thiomi or one of the trolls in her Alcoholics Anonymous group to talk her out of it. Instead, she put the device back in her pocket and stepped inside. The smell of cigarette smoke, the sound of the billiards, and the jukebox playing some old country song were like being hugged by an old friend. She walked straight up to the bar and claimed the nearest empty seat and tapped on the counter to get the bartender's attention.

"What'll it be?" they asked as they set down the glass they were polishing.

"Gimme a whiskey shot."

#things to read #Corali Primer #The Weight of our Sins #oohhhh cliffhanger