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Ride With You

beomgyu x fem!reader | txt ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, teasing, much used 'person a got sick in bed, now person b takes care of 'em', falling in love, domestic fluff, playing video games, fluff! note: needed to take a break and cleanse from writing nasty things, need fluff in the meantime. needless to say, this is inspired by a post, and how reoccurring it is w/ beomgyu’s role in txt mvs and the beef(?) bikes have with him lmao. and im dumb af as well in riding one, this is the result ig lmao Surprisingly, I have a song in mind about this writing I did?! :0 (Shocking for me at least haha) ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ | ��Bodybag’ by chloe moriondo ! also, not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 4.6k

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“Pabo-yah! We’re already late, Gyu!” Y/n huffed, stepping on the bike pedal harder.

“Step on it, Y/n!” He further pressed his tone along with his grip on her waist. Her smirk is anything but mirth at the male’s hot touch.

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

Y/n resisted to roll her eyes and keep her eyes on the road. Heck, she can’t even shut her eyes for a moment but she’s very much annoyed already.

And I know what you’re thinking, you’d usually expect the guy pressing on the bike to lead, with the girl riding behind them. Not that she's thinking of rom-com tropes with this dweeb. Ew.

If anything, Y/n thinks the same as well, but the exhausted cranks ticked her off. All of this whilst on how much Beomgyu is berating her while he’s the one sitting behind her. The nerves!

“Yeonjun keeps calling me! Our call time was ages ago—”

“Yes, I know, Captain Obvious!” Another huff, aligned as another tramp as a steep path meets them. And the ringing and vibrating noise in the background is pressuring her. “How about you be the one to take the wheel? Not me having to carry your ass up this hill!”

Man, why did they even think of taking a bike ride to go to the meetup?!

His dumbness is so contagious, that she might have to rethink her life choices hanging out with him too much. The single brain cell the two people have to share is oozing.

“Sorry if I have such a big ass—”

“For all things you have to apologize for,” Y/n grunts. “Why don’t you start with your stupidity? Pabo Beomgyu—”

The bike ride all the way to the hangout was rough, coarse as the words the two spit out to each other.

It was opposite to how soft her tone was at Taehyun, whom they just catch on with his magic tricks as if it’s an intermission number before their arrival.

Beomgyu rolls his eyes at how amused Y/n reacted, pulling two seats for both of them. He grabs her bag with a huff, putting it on a vacant seat.

“I know it’s impressive, but you seem overly fascinated by it, Y/n.”

“I don’t need your opinion, shut it, Gyu.”

“Hey, hey, how about you two chill?” Kai gestures to them to lower it down.

Soobin bats an eye at Kai. Of course that will calm these two feisty beans.

It earned another huff from Beomgyu as Yeonjun butts in, rubbing his hands in anticipation, he smirks at the two new arrivals. “And you two already know the deal right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Beomgyu throws a towel near Y/n, sliding his card with his other hand. “I’m on it—”

Barely having enough reaction time on the thrown towel, she wipes her sweat in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows at Beomgyu. “I also have to contrib—”

“I said I’m on it,” he pressed. “Don’t make me change my mind, Y/n.”

“Geez, Choi Beomgyu,” she says in defeat. “Suit yourself, Sweet Cheeks.”

Before another banter ensues with his sharp daggers at her, Soobin intervenes.

“Thank you, Choi Beomgyu!” He beams, wrapping both Beomgyu’s arms to grab his attention.

‘I’m also late, why does he have to take all of the credit?’ Y/n pouts at the thought, and it remains a thought as Beomgyu looks like he's already settled it. She just stayed eased in her seat, having to emphasize at least to herself. ‘I need to pay for the food too since I’m also late.’ But she doesn't want to ruin Beomgyu’s already good mood.

In Beomgyu’s defense, they wouldn’t be late if it weren’t for him, and Y/n’s effort in taking them there, he had to make up for it. Of course, he won’t say that directly.

“Beomgyu, you dummy,” she says inaudibly, more on pouting seeing him this energetic with them.

She just goes on and joins them but alas, her social battery is bound to be quickly depleted with a group dominated by extroverts.

“I'm sure Y/n missed us so much she's this speechless huh?” Yeonjun says, making Y/n smile wide at how he's even laughing along with the others. Hyuka’s laugh, in particular, is hilariously contagious, oh lord— “It's just been so long with the semester piling up uni work, y’kno? This is a nice break.”

“Look at how this cutie is gracing us with her charm.” He goes on and pinches her cheek but Beomgyu is quick to swat his hand away from her, earning a smirk from Yeonjun.

This sly fox.

Beomgyu quickly catches on and he gets caught in his clutches, turning to what Yeonjun wanted.

“Aigooo…” Yeonjun turns his attention to him. He just goes on to aggressively wipe Beomgyu's lips as he's pretty much slobbered with gochujang sauce to be even bothered.

“Hyung! You almost wiped his lips off!” Kai points out how Yeonjun is holding down Beomgyu's head a bit too firmly.

Soobin just laughs hysterically. “That better shut him up, he's hella noisy!”

Yeonjun continues with his agenda at hand, further throwing Beomgyu off with his question. “Don't you agree Y/n is such a cutie, Beomgyu? Good enough to be someone's girlfriend, hmmm?”

Yeonjun kinda hitting on Y/n earns an eye roll from the other. “Ya! Stop that.”

“I ought to start than being a slowpoke!” Yeonjun was clearly taking Beomgyu's annoyance with his comment rather than Yeonjun touching him.

“What are you on about?”

Y/n is just ignoring them. Not catching on as it's pretty much the same thing with their bantering. Right? She just shakes her head, it can't be even bothered. Hyuka is mostly the only one who got the hang of being nice to a girl, and Taehyun… Soobin as well. Maybe because they have a sister. Or who knows?

Y/n sighs.

It's not just being nice and giving compliments being the lack or being the problem.

“You guys need to talk to girls more.” her tone is a bit prim. The jerk of the guys’ brow set a different mood. It just left Y/n tilting their head on them.

Or whatever they’re trying to achieve here for the matter.

Is this Yeonjun’s way of making up for all the teasing? But how is it that Beomgyu is against this whole 'being nice' thing? And towards me?

Yeonjun was simply complimenting me, right? How is it that Beomgyu is so provoked?

Her thoughts just left her spinning like a cyclone.

Given that it's Beomgyu that talks the most with Y/n. They're pretty close. And his company fills the warmth and hole that she needs to be entertained.

As much as she despises his guts, might as well put his existence to use, right?

But is bantering all there's to it?

Because outside the claw ripping and hissing, there isn’t much room given for them to talk heart-to-heart. The others give them a chance but it’s often thrown out the window quickly, as bantering seems to be the top priority and the most natural and most sane option for the two.

What even begins to draw and intrigue me with such a guy?

Y/n had her chin propped up in her palm, lazily glancing over Beomgyu and others going about their day.

What's stopping them from being close?

Not that she wants to be close with him of course.

It’s not like she really looks at her obnoxious friend in a certain light right? Y/n doesn’t treat Beomgyu any differently, if anything she’s mostly focused on him just because he’s an attention-grabbing loudmouth of a friend. She’s even sure that given Y/n had four more other guys to validate this, they’ll say the same tops how they just appear as frenemies at most give or take.

She’s left quiet the whole time just observing the group, particularly the loud megaphone they acquired of a friend. There was a clear distinction between who is introverted and extroverted. With how Soobin and Y/n are just munching their way into the bread they ordered in peace.

Can there ever be a day for me and Beomgyu to be this solemn as well?

Aish, what am I even saying? The redness on her face is easily prompted up her skin as she fixes herself in her seat. Y/n kept her demeanor stoic and expressionless. Not that she was even trying to give effort on this.

Having gotten used to their silence and behavior, Taehyun picked up something else from the lady that he had to tap into her shoulder.

“You good?” Taehyun says, gesturing with a thumbs up. She mirrors his bright expression, though it came off bleaker than expected. “Fine, Taehyunnie, just tired.”

She didn't know that that would be the first surge of her fatigue.

“Where’s Y/n?”

You wouldn't really expect it to be coming out of Beomgyu's mouth as 1. They are almost always the two stuck to the hip, it's mostly the gang asking either of them where each other is. and 2. Don't they hate each other's guts to be this concerned about the other's absence?— But that dismisses the first point— Soobin shook his head and finally answered Beomgyu's query, though with the same worry.

“Didn't she message you that she's staying sick at home?”

A crease appeared on Beomgyu's forehead. “Wasn't she just fine the other day?”

Soobin shrugs. “I thought so too, we're thinking of visiting her later but she refused. Her cold is contagious, she said.”

“Aish, I don't care. You know how that girl is.”

With a sprint, Soobin wasn't able to stop Beomgyu in his tracks. But he knows as well how his friend means well, and Beomgyu knows Y/n the best. Even if they appear they would slit each other's throats.

“Fudgesticks, my throat is killing me.”

It’s as if a slit down her neck appeared, along with piles of tissues by her bedside consuming her space.

Y/n also forgot due to her raging headache to buy some necessities to at least ease her pain. She can't talk well to let her Mom know so she's mostly stuck in bed.

“My vision is too blurry for this.”

Even tapping on her phone is strenuous. Y/n gets into another coughing fit before she hears a knock on the door.

She didn't order anything, or know someone coming over. But the familiar footsteps and patterned knock even pushed through her muffled hearing.

Her ears turned red at the sight of her friend, a bag on hand with some fever-cooling patches. Even with a mask on, he still looks cool. Huh?

What was that about, Y/n?

Moreover… What the hell is he here for?!

“Beomg—” She was quickly shut silent as he peeled off the seal on the cooling patch, placing it on her forehead. It at least soothes her, relaxing her in her bed. Maybe because of the elevated temperature that she softens for Beomgyu.

He pulls down his mask as he leans close, checking her neck with the back of his hand. Y/n didn’t know but this was the most quiet she had seen Beomgyu. His face painted with worry and seriousness even throws her off. Is her fever turning her delirious? How is it that every bit of his movement is caught by her vision? As if played in slow motion? Heol.

Y/n from her is sure she’s stone-cold sober and off her fever already. So this might be caused by something else… Okay, breathe.

But it's not usual for him to be this way.

He even fixes the placement of the cooling patch before speaking again. “Damn, it barely fits with your forehead so big.”

There we go.

“Be glad I'm not in the energy to argue right now.” She barely responds as another cough kicks in, Y/n quickly covers her mouth as Beomgyu hands her a tissue.

“I'll make the most out of it, no worries “ He beams a shit-eating grin.

“What are you doing here?” she finally asks. Most probably to annoy me, she figures. That’s practically the reason he was born to do so. But what added another crease on her forehead was her realization hitting her, glancing back at her door. “And how…?”

“Your mom is going out, so she told me to take care of you.”

“Heol.”

“Hey, don't be like that,” Beomgyu shakes his head, but no dismay can be traced in his wide smile. “What I'm doing is already charity, showering you with my presence.”

“That goes more to Mom.” she snarks. “She likes you so much.”

“Hmmm? I'm so handsome and nice that she wants me as a son huh?”

She probably shouldn't have said that. It's obvious how it pumps his ego with his head already so massive.

“Since I'm done acknowledging your presence, how ‘bout you go home.” she huffs, pulling the blanket over her face.

Beomgyu just sits beside her in her bed, shrugging as he keeps his lips pursed. “I know you'll reject me coming here if I don't barge in, so I had my way.”

“Right…” she coughs again, limiting her words and pulling further away from Beomgyu. “I suppose…ha- the others… told you not to visit?”

“Yeah, you were quite persistent on it, knowing Soobin he'll comply. But remember I'm more persistent than you, Y/n.”

“Making it a competition still, huh?” She barely rolls her eyes at him, in a mix of amusement and annoyance. But the cooling feeling on her forehead and the paper bag beside her puts her at ease. She can't help but stare at him but it feels quite strange seeing him like this, and the two of them not bantering for a hot minute.

The sickness buff I guess, he's being nice.

“Plus, your mom makes delicious soup, I ought to have it all by myself without the gang.”

His true colors show through. Y/n snickers. “FYI, that's for me, Beomgyu.”

“For us.”

He’s still as cheeky, she digressed.

Usually, it's no fun being sick in bed, boring at most with nothing to do. But Beomgyu's visit at least lessened that boredom.

After a warm meal together, he still stayed in and revealed to bring some of his DVDs for them to share. Besides the more calmer version of Beomgyu, their conversation is to the least minimal with bantering, even having to adjust to her not screaming or straining her throat too much over video games. Fighting games and cooking games are surprisingly a good match for the two of them despite being cat and dog most of the time.

He had been incredibly mindful and detailed in being patient with her despite being a fanatic gamer on things. His tone and deep voice are soothing to the ears he's even helping her in the process.

Is it really just the heat of the slight fever or is the warmth of her cheeks different from anything?

“Ya! Pabo-yah! The rice is burning, Y/n!” It snaps Y/n back to her place, they're playing Overcooked, and Beomgyu is their supposed Head Chef.

He had a stern look on his face that made her flustered.

“Sorry!” She didn’t even bump his arm that harshly but having to hear him wince at her closeness, she had to follow-up another apology. I didn’t notice the band-aids and bandages earlier. “What happened to your arm?”

“That’s nothing, come on, let’s go over this stage again.” Beomgyu quickly brushes off any means of asking about it. It draws her attention away further when he’s back with his immersed stare and explanation to her throughout the game.

She can't help but enjoy this moment but has he been this warm leaning close to her and less annoying?

Wasn’t this what tickled her curiosity about what it would look like if they were anything but down each other’s throats?

And this is surprisingly… to her liking. Being with Choi Beomgyu like this.

This was different from the other day. Much different from their usual time around each other. Or has his smile always been like this and I just refused to see it this way because my pride is in the way?

Nah, being prideful and spouting the word ‘pabo’ runs smoothly and is easier.

This is easier to maintain.

But his smiling at her as they got 3 Stars in the game struck her as well.

“We work so well, Beomgyu.” I can at least give him the same warmth for now.

Y/n needs to get out of this fever-like dream.

Y/n is still not quite out of it even with her fever and health recuperated. It added more confusion to her seeing Beomgyu up and early before heading to school, near an alley practicing riding a bike.

He almost topples over along his bike seeing her presence— is he embarrassed or?

Y/n jerked her body in a mix of running towards him to check up on him and a sense of withdrawal. She might’ve looked stupid, glitching in place.

She's supposed to hide as she's still not ready to face him, but there's nothing wrong right? How is it that she's this ditzy? Why did she even think of hiding in the first place?

But she cannot stand looking at his stupid face, ridiculous how it's all for another reason other than annoyance—

“Y/n~!” Beomgyu chimes as he comes rushing to her.

He invites her to go to school together, mostly it's incoherently received on Y/n’s end as she's washed with disbelief.

Blinking a few more times, she just stands there motionless. More on how, he… Choi Beomgyu… wants to go together with me to school?

“Okay… uhm, are we taking the bus or?” The words finally reach Y/n’s tongue but her vision still cannot process much looking at Beomgyu's face.

“We can take a bike ride on the way?” Beomgyu suggests.

Okay, coming off with an odd but usual start for them.

Huh?

“Are you asking me to drive for you, or—” She starts slowly, trying to conceal her tone. Y/n is a bit pissed knowing she just came off from a fever but was dumbfounded at his answer.

“I’ll be the one…” Beomgyu says.

She perked a brow at him, skeptical of his answer. “You sure about that?”

Beomgyu promptly nods.

Being too caught up to think of even bringing up what she saw earlier, by the looks of it… was he learning how to ride a bike these past few days? She can’t even begin to look at his obvious bandages… Choi Beomgyu, you… sighs… Don’t tell me it’s because of him practicing too much? But why so suddenly? And for what…?

“Come on, Y/n, we're gonna catch up to Christmas if you still don't plan on budging.”

Y/n barely even had a chance to refuse with Beomgyu already pulling her close.

The bike ride was a little bit bumpy, but more or less smoother than expected not till they encountered some humps along the road.

“Beomgyu, slow down!” she yelps. It made Y/n cling to his torso, the vibrations of his laughter didn't help as they scurried on their way to university.

He's having too much fun with this.

“Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” She finally mustered up.

“Haven't I always been nice to you?”

“Are you kidding me?” For once she was not amused by his teasing, her knowledge of the bandages on Beomgyu’s arm added to her withdrawal from banter.

“I'm the nicest out of the crew, what do you mean?” Beomgyu appealed.

“Yeah, yeah. You're a saint compared to Kai.”

She was trying her best not to fidget in place, but her fingers landed at the edge of his polo shirt. Her pleading eyes made Beomgyu give in. And this isn’t the first time this happened to him.

“I feel bad, okay?” Beomgyu slips, but the context is still not out there for the other end to comprehend, making the girl look up at him.

“Hmmm?”

He tried his best to keep the light atmosphere, but maybe the sting on his arms urged him to reach out to her? Here goes nothing.

“You've been doing much for me, Y/n.” Beomgyu voiced out. “I didn't even realize you were tired. Last week when you still pushed through to ride a bike with you. I mean I've always seen you as a strong person, but I often forget how you hide your problems. And I at least want to give back to you.”

“Huh?” Is he for real now? But he had done so much for her in taking care of her when she was sick, and in some other instances—

“I know you don't like hearing this or me taking the blame but I know it's partly because of me you got sick. You got fatigued over carrying my big ass. And yeah, I've been a big ass for quite some time now towards you so I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, your big ass is at fault here. Definitely.” It slipped off Y/n’s lips out of disbelief that he even apologized for that, she sneers. “You're heavy up that hill when you’ve got mountains,” Y/n added, pointing at his bottoms.

“Y/n, what the heck? You're talking to me about my ass like that?” Beomgyu goes on and hides his bum with both his hands.

“Yeah, you're my ass.”

“What?”

Y/n is shocked at herself as well, did she just claim him-oh sh—

“You're an ass,” she retaliated. “A-and, you started it!”

“Nuh-uh, I heard something else.”

Is he sure he wants to guarantee what I just said?!

“It's probably because you fell from that bike from that curb.” Y/n turned her back to him quickly and fastened her pace. “Now come on, chop-chop! We're gonna be late, remember?”

Beomgyu blushed to himself, didn't know she'd catch him that way but he'd act nonchalant and turn the tides back at her.

Just as she’s secured in his back, he stepped on the pedal and took her by surprise. “So you want me as your ass?”

The emphasis on ‘your’— It took all her self-control to convert her urge to push him off into huffing out CO2. “Can we stop talking about asses?”

“Aye, sorry you don't have one—”

“Choi Beomgyu!”

“No worries, I'll let you carry mine anytime.” The obvious wink in his tone made her writhe in embarrassment. Y/n just holds onto him even though she’s going to turn this smooth ride unstable with the amount of teasing he’s doing.

“I'd rather not.”

“Okay, I'll ride along with you in whatever you prefer. But don't you want to ask me what I prefer?”

“What?” She lightly tapped him on the shoulder, even by the leg to signal him to side the road first. Without going down the bike, they just stayed there, the atmosphere between the two not as still as the raving wind. The two are slightly in regret for being too close to each other. But they’re also too stubborn to budge to hide away the obvious pumping heartbeats deafening them.

“How about you take the whole package, can I be yours?” Still not turning to Y/n, Beomgyu shakes like the leaf on the tree.

Y/n furrowed her brows, mouth agape as it’s been robbed with words. She did her best not to touch her bandages to make him twirl and turn to face him properly.

Y/n leaned in close to him but the words still not quite reconnected with her brain.

Beomgyu blushes at their distance, much the same and quite different from when she was sick. There's a hint of rose pink in her cheeks that he is quite distracted to not notice her flick his forehead. “Aish!”

“Are you sick in the head?!” Y/n fumes. “What nonsense are you spurting, do you even take responsibility for that?!”

“Yes!”

“Pabo. Let's go.” Turns her back blushing, but he easily catches on to get the bike from her. “Let's go, Pabo-yah.”

Moment of silence enveloping them, the thumping of their hearts still quite not simmering down their caged bodies. The only thing distancing them are the bike handles they’re walking in by other ends.

“Are you serious?” She almost blurted way too loudly to her liking, it came off breathless. “Be mine?”

“Be yours, be my baby. Whatever suits you.” Beomgyu directly stares at her but he’s also on the verge of melting in his scarlet cheeks. But he had to stand his ground and make this clear. “And okay, I know Yeonjun and I get on each other's nerves a lot but the last time just pushed me to admit it, okay?

“The randomly brought up comments about ‘cutie’ and ‘GF’ thingy with me?”

“So you were listening to that time— but that’s beside the point, you’re more than that, Y/n.” Okay… it’s just that he did push me to admit that I like you. I like you, Y/n. Not to sound like a high school kid but I like-like you, Y/n. To be clear. And I'm sorry for being an ass most of the time but you know that it wasn't meant to hurt you like harm you.

“I know, Beomgyu,” she admits, finally without that mask of pride of wanting to one-up him, as there is no means of doing that right now. As of right now, she’s also seeing Beomgyu as he is, without their childish attempts to get into each other’s skin.

And why did they even begin to do that, and since when?

That is not for this agenda to go through, Y/n just laughs in disbelief, but it’s now about her whole belief system being rearranged about this man standing so close to her.

Without any ounce of fake-built grudge, she warmly smiles at Beomgyu.

“Same here. I like you.”

It really showed through more in her vulnerable state, and that time he took care of her when she was sick in bed resurfaced a lot of things in the past as proof he had been looking out for her all this time. Even though it is mostly swept under the rug forcibly by the guy himself by the amount of teasing and bantering. He was hiding it under the guise of being a prick when he’s actually soft on the inside.

But it’s all no longer for naught.

Aish, Choi Beomgyu. We really went all through that as it’s more fun that way huh?

“I bet Soobin will say ‘Took you guys long enough!’” The thought brushed past Y/n, making her shake her head in all this absurdity.

“I’ll add another 5,000 won if Taehyun says ‘I almost got sick of your bantering!’”

Calculating the closeness and blurting out her summation, she marveled at the near future expectation. “Now they have to deal with us being lovey-dovey, huh?”

“Heol.”

The duo, as if in full sync, made fake barf noises, then burst out laughing. Y/n and Beomgyu unconsciously intertwined their fingers until fully wrapped around each other, giddily holding hands on the way to the university.

So the feelings were hindering them, and they concealed it underneath all that cat and dog masquerade.

But what’s sure for her is that she’ll certainly ride along these feelings and where this would take them, together.

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Sup bitches im back

Happy New year ya'll! This year has been amazing for me, I've experienced so much and met so many people who I care about so much. Very grateful for all of you guys who have supported me this year.

So here's a little new years eve gift for you guys! See you in 2024

Enjoy!!

"You know the rules," Sirius grinned. "Keep your arms up, love."

Remus didn't usually allow Sirius to drag him into this stupid game he came up with years ago. At first Sirius just stood with just James as his victim but then his curiously led him to try and get Peter to play, then, if Remus was in a good enough mood, he would wrap the werewolf into it.

The premise was simple. Try and keep your arms above your head while someone was doing everything in their power to get you to lower your arms. Hence, tickling them.

Remus never played because he wasn't originally the biggest fan of touching when he first met the others. Once he got more used to touch, he allowed Sirius to pull him into the fray.

This time, Sirius hadn't even asked instead pulling him off his bed and pinning his arms above his head, grin never faltering since he entered the room.

Remus squirmed in anticipation, folding his arms underneath his head.

"This is stupid." Remus grumbled. By now, he didn't even believe his own complaints. It was just his job to play the part of hating this.

Sirius shook his head and started scratching at Remus' sides.

"It's fun, I dont know what you're talking about Moony." Sirius answered.

"For you!!" His voice raised a few octaves.

"Exactly." Sirius returned to that shit eating grin.

He distracted Remus with a kiss, momentarily pausing his teasing tickles. Remus hummed into the kiss, closing his eyes.

Sirius' hands jumped to Remus' ribs, squeezing and vibrating them in a way he knew Remus couldn't stand. He broke the kiss to throw his head back and cackle.

"I ha-hahaha-hate you!!" Remus drummed his feet against the floor.

Sirius responded by blowing a raspberry into the crook of his hypersensitive neck. Remus shrieked, arms crashing down to push against Sirius' head.

Sirius pulled back and gasped in mock offense.

"How dare you, Moony!!" Sirius said to the still giggling boy beneath him.

"No no no no nohoho," he protested when Sirius pinned his hands to the ground, nudging up his shirt to expose his pale belly.

His shivered against the change in temperature, grinning down at Sirius. Sirius held eye contact and waited a beat before leaning down quickly and blowing another raspberry right above his naval. He combined that with nibbles and traveled across his stomach, finding a particularly sensative spot on his side and focusing there, driving Remus up the wall.

Remus bucked, squirmed, and yelled, doing everything he could in his power to try and shake Sirius off of him. Unfortunately, Sirius didn't budge, only continued his tickly siege on his stomach.

Remus assumed that this was his punishment for losing the game though, there really was no way to end the game without losing or til Sirius grew bored and let you go, and the latter of the two almost never happened.

Sirius gradually slowed down by gently kissing each of the different scars on Remus, not neglecting his freckles as well.

"You're mean," Remus said once he'd caught his breath. Sirius laughed and curled up next to him.

"You love it, don't lie." He kissed Remus again.

"Maybe not." Remus looked at Sirius' lips.

They took their time with each kiss, savoring the flavor, the scents, the moment. They broke apart when they heard the dormroom door open abruptly.

"Get a room you two," James smirked at them. "Preferably not our shared dorm room."

"Piss off Potter." Sirius threw a nearby sock at James who deflected it with a snicker. Sirius perked up.

"Hey, James, wanna play a game?" Remus eyerolled. Here we go again.

Hope you liked

#sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #tickle fic #james potter #tickle #wolfstar tickle #not my best #but eh 🤷‍♀️#happy new year

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uhhh got any cursed camp facts? (pranks that went wrong, cryptic izuru, nagito dealing with the kids?)

hi anon! you sent me this ask in september 2019. this is me answering now in february 2024. oops! and well, not actually — everything below the cut was written also in 2019. why did i not post it? im actually not sure because when i refound it today it made me giggle. so i’m leaving it untouched as i left it because 1) it still bangs, and 2) it’s all still fun pointy objects lore that i think illustrates how deeply i’ve thought about the silliest aspects of this fic…….and for how long.

so here we go. KRAKEN RELEASED!!!

YESSSS OMG I LOVE THIS ASK!!!!! theres so many im thinking wont have a place actually in the fic so getting to expand on them is :D

a few months before kaito ends up at camp (~a year before shuuichi shows up at camp) the full year kids are tasked by a weary nagito and hajime to find a group project to work on together so theyll get along and stay out of the counselors hair. someone jokingly suggests making a documentary about life at camp, and the two counselors tell them to do whatever they want, and get them a camera to use.

of course, kokichi decides to ignore the thing about staying out of their hair, and thus ‘nagitoe toemaeda: the curse of camp hopes peak’ is born.

clownery of the highest degree ensues. they harass nagito with the camera, not telling him what it is theyre filming; when izuru happens to stumble in while theyre filming, they spend a whole day getting footage of him that they can later on mess with; it’s a fucking shit show and the finished product is 70 minutes of pure garbage but none of them can think about it too hard or theyll die laughing

the feature runs as a found-footage and interview based horror movie; people descibing the fearsome toemaeda, intercut with creeper shots of nagito just doing camp business, intercut with footage of izuru picking fights with nagito and being ‘killed’, intercut with bad dubbing by kokichi over clips of nagito speaking. even hajime ends up in the film, reading a script from somewhere just out of frame and commenting intermittenly about how dumb this whole thing is

the watching party is a massive success. everyone is rolling from how stupid and hilarious the whole thing is. nagito doesnt leave his office for three days afterwards, traumatized by the yells of “here comes toemaeda!” whenever he shows his face.

kaede first meets izuru when she is twelve, several months into living at camp. she has had no prior knowledge on him because nagito does his very best to keep him away from the campers, but he cant be everywhere at once, and kaede finds him in the kitchen one day while looking for a snack

she doesn’t quite know how to react, so she just goes about her business, thinking maybe he’s somebody’s weird parent, or something. but when nagito shows up out of nowhere, and the situation turns tense, she becomes frightened.

as it turns out.....nagito and izuru aren’t real big fans of each other. an uncomfortable staring contest turns into an argument that turns into an all out fight, and kaede, only knowing nagito as a pseudo-weird-parent-figure who she cares about pretty much more than anybody in the world, starts crying and trying to get izuru away from him

thinking in 12 year old girl terms, she starts throwing things. the first thing to actually hit izuru is a box of saltines. he goes very, very still after he’s hit, and kaede thinks he’s going to hurt her.

he stoops down, picks up the box, and rummages around. pulls out a saltine. eats it, slowly, nagito breathing heavily a few feet away. eats another one. looks between nagito, and kaede, and nagito again, before slowly stealing out of the room, box in hand.

kaede has found a way to placate him. nagito always makes sure to stock up on saltines after that.

#ask #dr #pointy objects #HAVE I NEVER POSTED THE IZURU SALTINE LORE BEFORE???? HAS THIS JUST BEEN AN UNEXPLAINED MEME BETWEEN ME AND MY SISTER FOR YEARS???#thats so fucking funny. OOPS #war never changes btw of course my dumb fucking ass was writing about po!kmha even back then. im an sdr2 girlie in my heart

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emoooooo · 3 months

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دل شکن دوست!

I don't know what else to say, to call you, to remember you for.. All I am aware of is that your presence would probably not fix me, but your absence doesn’t help either. You were not a part of my life or a chapter of a book that i could just close and put on the top shelf of a dusty library of my heart, among other painful items. Even if i do that, i believe the earthquakes my soul encounters every now and then would make the books hidden on the top shelves fall most vigorously than anything else. And I am not in a place to pick up the glass shard-like memories by my own hands. I don’t feel alive, my love. And you used to say that I can rest in your arms whenever that happened.

Sometimes it is not that you are not near. That we never are, and I have made a little bit of peace with the fact that it is going to be that way for quite a while. But sometimes, just on some days. Or maybe on all of them little by little, I feel half alive. And the other part of me just doesn't feel alive and it also doesn't feel dead. It feels like it is in a coma. And what else would there be, to worry me of. I don't carry the problems and pains of the whole world in me. Perhaps of I could I don't think it would be the cause of so much pain. Only the pain of this love that is contained by my heart is too much for me to be in. How could I ever hold something more in my heart.

Dearest, you consume me. The grief of not being the absolute motivation that could keep you going, pains me to my core. And I don’t know what is the reason of that, i don’t know if your heart has found room to love other people or it is just a temporary setback in our connection. I don’t know if I should wait for you or all the love in my heart is to throw away somewhere. You brewed a very fresh cup of my love, like morning coffee and went. And I don’t know who could drink it other than you. I keep warming it up. But you don’t return. Every moment of everyday, I try to believe you might be on your way home, bringing snacks to have with the coffee. But you have lost your way to me. And I am hurting like hell.

Can you please come back before this pain infects every part of my heart and I become physically unable to generate love for you.

Today is our anniversary. The day I came to know you existed. The day i was intrigued. And when did that intrigue turn into love, im unsure. Perhaps it is love all this while. Hiding behind a curtain like a child who has broken his mother’s favorite vase. Waiting to be forgiven and found.

The thing I cannot forgive myself for however is for loving you to an extreme where the way back seems like walking on hot coals. I am so tired. Why have I loved you to the point of not returning. To the point where if i stop it becomes a suicide and when I continue it becomes a murder.

تم نے کیوں درد دیئے اے دوست

تم سے تو زمانے کا غم بانٹا تھا

تم بھی مُکر گئے ساتھ چلنے کو

تمہی کو تو اِس جہاں میں سب سے اپنا جانا تھا

My dearest, please do not break me. And do not lie to me. For I do have the energy to walk away from you for other reasons but not because you deceived the ocean of love I had for you. Sometimes I pray you find that love everywhere you go, even if it means not having to turn back to me. But sometimes.. I am assured, that no one in this universe could love you the way I did. And I don't want you to be miserable at all but I want you to miss that. I hope you miss the love I had for you.

You shatter my heart while I love you with all the shards

You let it bleed and I love you with every drop that leaks out of it

You move away and yet I miss you with every word, every morning, every night, every moon, every breath I draw

Yours and Hurting,

Emaan.

6 February, 2024.

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I come again, dropping off my favorite child, seeking fulfillment.

Synopsis, local mentally unhinged man kills his boss in a zombie outbreak.

Please comment. Racc out.

February 14, 2046.

Huntsville, Texas.

I enter the recently reopened huntsville unit, inmates are either clamoring around, or paying no attention to each other, i am given 2 hours of visitation time for my interview with Johnny Arler. Mr. Arler’s eyes are an emerald green, he has a scar on his cheek, and long black hair.

“so your the one whose gonna be interviewing me? I was expecting someone better..”

After a moment of silence, Mr. Adler cackles.

“so, my experiences in the war. Ill tell you about the US collaspe. The riots, my favorite part of that war. It was july 4th 2024, one of the best independence days ive ever had. Austin Texas, the riots where just starting, im part of the crowd watching as these people break into stores, throw molotovs, because, the people found out that the government lied to them, the vaccines didnt work, and this Virus wasnt just another form of rabies, it was an unholy resurrecting zombie virus. So? What did the people do? Burn it all down, Burn the world down if they could. But me? The only thing i wanna do is go to my office, and find my boss, he’s at least a foot smaller than i am, scrawny as hell, and in over his head, and currently boarded up with the higher ups in the place i worked, i wont disclose where i worked for whatever reason, in truth, its not important. On the way inside i see this dude shambling around, holding his hand to his stomach, extremely pale, no one knew what was about to happen to the dude. Looking back on it, its hilarious, people where so caught up in rioting, that they couldnt give a damn about the guy beside him about to collapse and mess up everyones day.”

“Now, i enter the building, i got a crowbar on my back, just strolling around, when i get jumped by a zed on the second floor, the thing didnt know that this entire acocolypse was the exact excuse i needed to take out work stress, and turns out this guy was my coworker from another cubicle, always the workaholic, always the first to take more hours, it was almost like he hated being at home, point being, the dude was annoying, and he pissed me off for a multitude of reasons. I take him by the collar of his neck while he snaps his jaws at me, trying to overpower me. I was the biggest guy in the office, none of the other people at the office bothered to go to the gym but me, so i, pick this zed up, and slam him onto the ground, stomping his skull in before he gets back up for round 2. I keep going up the stairs, my goal is floor ten, the top of the building, its a decent walk. Nothing exciting besides mr. workaholic, i get to the tenth floor, but its all boarded up! I cant get in there, but theres one of those window cleaner things on the ninth floor, and i have a meeting with my boss, so, i swing my crowbar, climb into the cleaner thing, look down, decide that was a bad decision, and start my ascent to the tenth floor, and man, the sight i saw when i got to the window was certainly something. The CEO is chowin down on his assistant, while the rest of the people are cowering in the corner, i see my boss at the same time he sees me, he rushes over to me, screaming at me to let him, and only him, out of there, so, i do. I break the glass, and watch as all the higher ups try and clammer into the basket, even the CEO, they all clammer over each other and end up falling into the crowds below, at some point the building ended up on fire, i dont know how, i dont really care how, my business was almost done.”

“My boss and i get onto the ninth floor, and he brushes off his rescue as if i was ment to do it, his bodyguard or whatever. Yeah, no. i start talking about how funny it is, that i was forced to serve man who i could kill in nature, just so i can earn currency, in order to keep myself. He turns around, all book smarts this guy, he doesnt know what im going on about. So i just make it real simple for him to understand, i swing my crowbar back, taking a crack at his knee like its a louisville slugger. His knee bends to the right, aka, not how its supposed to bend. He lets out a cry as he falls, breaking his glasses and his nose when he hits the ground. He’s bleeding from his nose as the bone from his leg juts out, he’s snivling like the waste of oxygen he is, so i explain to him, that he’s the one i had to serve, when i could kill him in nature like hes a fly, i wrap my hands around his neck and start to squeeze, but the dude was smarter than i thought, dude had a knife on him. He stabs me right here”

Mr. Arler points to the scar on his right cheek

“the blade wasnt long at all, didnt do too much damage to my charming face, all i had to do was bite down on the blade as the life drained from his eyes. I get up, notice the building is just a little bit hotter than before, i notice the smoke coming from below, and i begin my descent, almost tripping in my haste to get to the bottom floor. The situation in the streets has only gotten funnier, the people who were too fed up with themselves, are now getting eaten like a steak by the dude who collapsed, the CEO is still crawling around somewhere, im sure, but its absolute chaos, i walk my way back home, but decide, why should the fun end there? I get into my ford mustang, decide to take it into austin, might as well, do it for fun.”

“i crack open a beer, and drain it quickly as i drive, hitting a few zeds on the side of the road, i think they where zeds at least. But after that, i just decide, the situation in texas is pretty bad, the news says that the situation on the west coast is much better, so i decide, i got gas, lets make the journey. Turns out that was the best thing i could do. After DC, the government and army resettles, im told to settle into some comfy home and start working with economic stuff, not my jam, wasnt my jam in the last life, so, i sneak over to my boss’s house, and give him what i gave my last boss.”

“the military police worked real damn fast, and i got caught too quickly for my taste. My prison life was pretty ok, started a few riots, got switched into a few more prisons. Some military person asked me if i wanted to get off for my crimes and train to fight the zeds, hell no, wasnt too into that, so, here i am, in the huntsville unit.”

I thank Mr. Arler for his time and leave.

#world war z #zombies #max brooks

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One thing I will never quite understand is people who call themselves "Christians," yet they are the main ones who criticize and judge others the most, gossip about people behind their backs, throw shade at and talk at others in indirect conversations---bro; this is why the world despises those who claim to be Christians. They do the same thing the world does! Nobody's perfect: there is no such thing as a perfect Christian. We ALL have our flaws and weaknesses. But when it becomes your lifestyle to watch others and wait for them to mess up so you can have something to talk about and criticize and judge--where is God in that???? I just wanna know. Never in the Bible did you catch Jesus gossiping and downing others. Did He judge and criticize? He did, but never in throwing shade and the significance in that: those He DID judge and criticize, He wasn't doing the same things He was judging and criticizing them for! He was blameless! No sin! Like, you really have to be careful and I feel that's the reason the world does not take Christians serious. We judge, criticize and demean others when we ourselves are a far cry from perfection, that's why God gives grace. People sit back encouraging and engaging in negativity while knowing full well they have their own issues they need to work out before they leave this world. A REAL Christian isn't going to sit around criticizing and judging someone else. If you really believe someone's heart isn't right, if you genuinely believe they need to change, a REAL Christian is going to try and help them--not talk about them nor talk at them. And if you can't help them, then you leave them alone, keep them in God's hands and pray for them, not prey on them. This is why I have a very hard time understanding people who claim the faith but purposely do wrong against someone else. They think they've accomplished their journey--no, you still have a long ways to go. Your conversation shouldn't be aimed at baiting a negative response from someone, neither does anyone have the right to point a finger at someone else and say, "You deserve this, you deserve that!" If you're a real Christian, you understand even the Bible mentions, "Everyone has fallen short of the glory of God." With that being said, everyone who's made a mistake or bad decision--whether purposely or inadvertently-in life should be stoned to death because that's what used to be done in Biblical times, hence why Jesus stepped in and stood up for the woman all those men wanted to stone, mind you the same men who'd been sleeping around with her in the first place 🤔 So please, get off your high horse before God starts judging YOU, reminding you of the fact you've never been perfect either. And please, if you're gonna call yourself a Christian, stop using the word "Karma." For one thing it's a false narrative and ignorant assumption believing everyone who has it rough in life has it this way because of bad choices/mistakes. I could only imagine how these same critics would've treated Job had they been around in his time period. That's why you can't always judge a situation by what you see on the surface--God might by using the circumstances simply to strengthen and elevate them, not to "punish" them. A REAL Christian would know this though. Smh. Not to mention, the word 'Karma' and it's concept comes from an entirely different religion. The saying "Sowing and Reaping" comes from Christianity, not the term 'Karma.' You don't know your own religion/spirituality????? 🤔🤨 One of my hopes for 2024 is for Christians to step up and act like REAL Christians. I'm already working on me; I can judge and criticize my own self all day everyday because I keep it real. No fronting; Ill never be the perfect Christian but Im making progress every day in where I need to be with God. But one thing I cannot do is get anyone into Heaven. Work out your own soul salvation because at the end of the day, I got me. If you truly don't like the person Im turning into--pray for me, why talk about me and at me? Ever heard the saying: What would Jesus do? WWJD?

#Food4Thought

#gangstalkers #targeted individual #gangstalking #organized harassment #persecution #hypocrites #christianity

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ive been dying to write to you all day, i started writing on this ask like 5 times but ive been so busy 😭 my whole body is itching to watch & talk about racing, i haven’t even gone on instagram since like 10am? usually i spend so much of my time on social media during race weekends?? 😮‍💨😮‍💨

i had the time to watch like 3 minutes of fp2 yesterday in the middle of the session and just got sad that oscar was almost last, and then i realized that he had been in a crash but didn’t think anything big had happened, but then… daniel :( i haven’t watched the actual video because it feels too scary shskdhsj but i heard about danny saying he could either hit oscar or the wall and he chose the wall 😭😭 oh god

i have a lot of thoughts about liam… you’ll need to bring many many pennies 🤭🤭 no because just like you said, the ab pics….. they have been haunting me ever since i first saw them 🥲 well to be honest all pics of him are just *chefs kiss*, i have such a fat crush on him it’s not healthy….. i try not to get all obsessed on main because i try to be an oscar fan first and foremost but liam 🥰🥰🥰🥰

danny walking around in a cast 🥲 as i said, i haven’t been on social media a lot recently so im not sure about what we’re thinking about his recovery time? like i really love seeing liam driving but it’s also going to feel so bad if daniel misses out on a lot of races… most certainly a roller coaster of a year for him! 😶

yes same!! hoping for just a calm race tomorrow, osc and liam can be all smiley and take photos together off the track but pls stay away from each other on the track 🫶 please 🫶🫶

(once again this was a bit long, i apologize 🫣 but i have so much pent up racing love rn)

(also! love you’re so sweet 😭 wdym ‘below average’ you’re in the top for me 🫶🫶🫶 ive said it before but i love your blog babe !!!! and im very happy to be here 🤭)

Don’t worry hun, whenever you have time 🫶🏼 gonna include a keep reading section cuz it’s going to be looong 😩

Tell me about it… being at work and catching up on f1 doesn’t go together😭 I’m kinda lucky in this case cuz I’m work from home on Friday so can watch f1 and feeders without anyone bothering me 😌

I was half asleep tuning in and it was midsession too. They were mentioned Daniel having a nasty impact and might need a surgery and I was shocked… looked at the time sheet seeing Oscar down p19 and was like oh no, did they crash into each other?! 😩 yeah, Danny was actually super nice in the interview and also Oscar thanked him in his that he didn’t hit his car 🥹🥹🥹

I’ve my piggy bank right here, spill the tea 👀 omg same… the first ever shirtless pic I’ve seen of him was from an old stream.. like even before he has his f2 deput and he was like 19 or something 😳 he claimed the the took the pic to show off the bruises from karting but nah ah the abs was there already 😭 bestie, same!!! 😭 and it’s so weird cuz he’s like what… 5 years younger than me and it’s weird but still he looks so damn good and a blonde with bluish eyes 😩😩 I mean you can be obsessed with both 🤷🏻‍♀️ that’s always an option 🫶🏼

It’s such an upsetting sight ngl, he seemed crashed and super down 😕 I don’t know for sure, 6-8 weeks maybe. He’s going to have a surgery, the same doc is going to do it who worked on Lance’s wrist before the season opener. I think Liam will stay on board till end of September, beginning of October. His next round for super formula is end of October so its alright at that front. Yes, it’ll be super hard for Daniel to get back to racing especially now that the rumours are out about rbr might not stick with Perez for 2024.

I hope so too 🫶🏼 not happy about Oscar being so close to Carlos and Checo, both of them pushed him in precious races so I’m ready to throw hands 😭 I NEED PICS OF THEM TOGETHER, FOR SCIENCE 😌😌 but on track, nah don’t cross path babes 🫶🏼

(It’s alright 😌 I love when someone is a babbling mess like myself 🫶🏼 also you can send me a message if you want to, just to rant 🥺)

(Aww stop it, I’m blushing 😭😭 I’m below average pls, you’re the popular extrovert friend and I’m the unpopular introvert who has accepted by an extrovert and couldn’t be happier about it 🥺 awww that’s so nice of you to say 🥹 oscar thirst get people together 🫠🫠)

#asks #answered #oscnorris #Jackie 🧡#oscar #liam #Daniel

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How do people get Promotions? Some are well earned and deserved. People never question the corrupted evil ones who they had to knock out in order to get that promotion? That exist in this planet earth, where attention puppets ARE RISING UP!

Why do we throw congratulations to people if we don't really know the truth to the WHY YOU GOT THAT TITLE, that promotion, that whatever it is. Nobody seems to question that, but if you had that once in a lifetime opportunity to work along side that individual you would know the TRUTH that would be a well earned, well deserved, hand of a fucking applause promotion.

Which Begs the question? Riddle me this? How the Fuck did this single divorced mom director get her TITLE, the power?

Well she didn't work long enough for the company like us TENURE people that's for damn sure, so BITCH DID not get her title her power by working for company for years and years, not decades. Bitch got hired over a whim BY SOCIAL MEDIA selling the SLOGAN HIRE KINDNESS YA FUCKERS!

How it the evil began: lets begin:

Lets call the main hired person The king(who made it happened for her, because in this world of corruption people are SO GREEDY FOR THE MONEY, SPRINKLE THAT TITLE ON THIER WORK PROFILE, Especially thier OUTLOOK MAIL to thier peers, like bitches now a days on INSTAGRAM FEEL THEY GOT POWER OVER YOU BECAUSE YOU LIKE THIER PICTURE LIKE A DAMN Psychotic Postage STAMP LICKER. PEOPLE run to people picture like its a career priority in thier life, like people should raise omg Im so proud of my son and daughter for making this far being the thirsty person online, doing what they can to get the likes and fishing for the awww compliments blah blah blah. Truly sick of this everyday nonsense shit people do online. This is my TUMBLR COMPLAINT BLOG to let it all out and let it go...free therapy~

If your reading this, glad I got some interest or that I am not alone. Back to this evil director, in a game of chess. The king who had the highest title/power in organization hired her as an outside external employee. If you dig a bit deeper, you see on her open search work profile each company she worked for she only been there for a YEAR and some months tops. Why didn't king see this as a RED FLAG to hiring this evilness into the company? Because the king was focused on trying to get a STRICTER leader to help with the company dynamics, company processes, not really focusing on who this person really is or what talent they believed to have brought in. I blame society and people loud opinions marketing HEY HIRE FOR KINDNESS SLOGAN on thy TWITTER. One has to at least once in thier living life find a PERSON WHO LOOKS NICE ON the OUTSIDE Picture WISE, BUT EVIL ON INSIDE< Evil with intentions, sell what you want hear leader I'm here to support you, my door always open, if you need talk im free, but if you ever try to raise a question with this director, your DONE DEAL aka she will FUCK YOU UP WITH TERMINATION(fuck up your whole life career you built for yourself, for your family maybe for your kids with the loved ones), utilizing her friend supervisors/managers/ her employee friends she hired into the company to help build her self image. But its all FAKE AND A LIE, you never really know what a demoncrat leader is in politics until you meet this bitch and her bitch squad friends who was hired out of the ghetto and this is who they call talent to KEEP. Which is why fast forward with time, organization is going to fall I predict at the end of year or beginning 2024 when Reconstructing AND LAYOFFS WILL HAPPEN under this evil leader director they LOVE AND BELIEVE SO MUCH!

Investors /Sales will try to look for money that was promised. But will not be delivered. A lot of things from this director, her supervisor friends, this manager who been begging for so long got promoted by Kissing ass bowing down to this divorced female director. In order for this person to be a manager, she had to pull the strings with this female director to get rid of the original managers in order to get the manager title to where they are it currently . So you can say a lot of these titles given in these organizations/companys or so called promotions were not well deserved or as some would correct me underved titles/promotions wasnt through hard work, determination. PSST kiss ass BOW DOWN DEMONCRAT STYLE.

If we were to touch up on politics, you would agree with ORANGE MAN about living the american dream you have to work hard for it. But in Biden DEMONCRAT AMERICA, the leaders today are more about using race color card, power, title and if you dare disobey one DEMONCrat leader you are FINISHED, HOMELESSNESS< POOR, BEGINING ONLINE for a JOB, JOBLESS. Do you ever notice on social media? DumbFUCKS are rising up. The struggle is real people! It easy for dummies who dont work hard and have easy life, as george floyd brother said," they will flip the script" . The script is flip for the hard working american people.

I predicted so many things about this leader and never believed it until I witnessed it in my own eyes.

If you haven't met any humans like the one I am describing , then your not really Living that BEST LIFE, YOUR NOT GETTING OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE, YOUR STAYING COMFORTABLE WHERE YOU CANNOT CHANGE....

Its like the Barbie blondes in this world, they seek thier cheerleaders to compliment them. But you get someone else outside thier normal circle, they wouldn't know how to change or deal/

The mystery will still unfold. Its all a wait time. when this director, her managers and her supervisors and her bestie for resties the director hired also known as her puppet squad will pay the price.

#evil leaders who deserve to be fired

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kinsbin · 5 years

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Love Breaks Bones

Ship: Love Breaks Bones[Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 2024 Summary: While out on a permiter search, Negan and Alexys are paired with a couple of guys who don’t see eye-to-eye with Negan. Words are said, and anger is initiated. Negan realizes that Alexys is more than just a pretty face, she has the attitude to go with it when the ime comes.

A/N: A commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising of her and Negan! She’s such a sweetie and her and Negan is a pure ship to write for I love them! I hope you enjoy it darl <3

Aexys thought herself a patient woman.

Most would agree with that statement at the very least. Those who had only seen her in passing could describe her as quiet, shy, and not very out of her way to be noticed. When first moving to Alexandria, hell, she hadn’t come out of her home for days save to get some food or approach Rick about one thing or another. The days it took for her to crawl from the home she had been offered were long and greuling, her anxiety making it difficult to stomach the mere idea of others around her. Of others staring at her. Of others simply judging her with their eyes and nothing more. Despite these fears, she functioned as any human being in the apocalypse was forced to do. They had to move and socialize, or else they as a people and society would die. It was the simple law of the land that even the most socially anxious had to fall under.

Even then, she blossomed. Those who had grown closer to her would call her sweet. A wonderful friend even if she didn’t think she was at times. Her smile was warm in the toughest of times, and her advice and jokes were enough to bring up the spirits of most around her. Carl had grown fond of her because of this, their humor commingling into something of a pleasant daily occurrence over a forced life of continuous interaction. Indeed, though it was a slow process, Alexys had made herself a part of the community in the end.

Only Negan knew how she could truly get when provoked, however.

Their trip outside the settlement was supposed to be a brief one. He, Alexys, and a group of others had begun traveling together around the perimeter to investigate a hoard issue rumored on the south side. Though it was small, it was close enough to make Rick feel the heat of those demanding something be done about it. He had sent them as a result in hopes they could check it out. To steak it out for a few days and return back with any news of the situation as well as opinions on just what they should do for it.

They sat by the campfire they had built for the night, bodies tense between one another as the entirety of the group was nothing but on guard. The mere howls of the wind sounded like the groans of a walker to paranoid minds, keeping their eyes flitting from one side to the other as they kept watch over the dark crevices surrounding them. The wilderness was now far more dangerous than it had once been, man no longer able to control what was growing out in it. The evolution of nature in the presence of itself was something both fascinating and terrifying all at once. Negan had seen what nature had become without the help of humanity and, if he was being honest within himself, it was something of a monster.

Negan gazed over at the girl to his side, his lips twitching into a small smile as he admired the way her face glowed in the fire light. She didn’t seem to notice his stare at first, focusing on the food before her being heated over the flames, a strand of her hair tucked behind her ear as she bit her lip in concentration. She looked beautiful like this, he thought with an insatiable urge to lean forward, pull some of her hair back, and kiss her temple with the utmost care he could manage. The action startled Alexys, her face red with embarrassment as she turned to face him with wide, shocked eyes.

“Wh-What was that for?”

“For being so cute.”

She let the laugh she was holding bubble over her lips, covering her mouth to hide the smile that broke out. It made Negan smile as well, their faces both matching in the moment they were able to share together. Their relationship, in such an apocalyptic situation, was one where all sorts of moments had to be stolen. Each little event was cherished as the both of them found themselves struggling daily with both others and the outside forces of nature itself. Negan appreciated all moments Alexys gave him like this. Above all else, he wanted to commit each one to memory, least the world choose to remove one of them from itself forever. She didn’t like it when he talked like that, but, that’s why he mostly kept it to himself. It was always a factor, but, why think of such a serious situation when he could enjoy the moments they had instead?

Their moment of comfort within one another was interrupted when their companions returned from their impromptu border patrol, eyes drained and sleepy looking after the moments they had spent hunting through the woods to make sure no walkers were near where they rested. Negan’s face shifted back into his usual gaze of neutral seriousness, a face he always seemed to hold how amongst those of Alexandria who were not quite sure about working with him. It was a wall he had put up daily, Alexys had realized after a while, and it hurt her to see it up so swiftly and with such little warning.

“Did you find anything?” Negan asked with a curious tilt of his head.

One of the men looked annoyed that he had even spoken to them, a sneer growing slowly on his lips as he responded snarkily, “Found a couple walkers here and there, took care of them...Not like we would tell you where they really were either way, a’ course.”

Alexys felt herself sit up, suddenly alert and aware of both the words and the hostility of the two before them. Her anxiety flew into her throat without warning, her stomach clenching at its sudden emptiness as she put her cooking food to the side in an effort to observe the two men as they continued their tense exchange. Negan only sat forward, hands clenched together as he raised his own eyebrow in unintimidated question.

“Not that you’d tell me...Now, why on earth would you not wanna tell me then? Considering we’re all out here, working towards the same thing and are on the same side...It sounds mighty unappealing to be kept out of the loop, don't you think?”

This caused one of the men to bark out a laugh, baring his teeth in such an animalistic way that it brought Alexys back for a moment in shock. She was reminded, momentarily, of movies she had watched long ago before the apocalypse even happened. Of comrades betraying enemies to monsters and witches in horror films, thinking it for the better and also because they were slightly wicked on the inside, craving the destruction of those they put in danger. Her jaw set and she tried to take a deep breath, eyeing Negan from the side of her gaze in an effort to get his attention. Are you serious? Her eyes held the question with sharp distaste. Negan eyed back with her, his lids narrowing. A signal to wait just one more moment, please. The man continued, of course:

“The same side? Give me a damn break! You may be all sweet and soft with Rick and the others on his side, but, we fucking see through you man! You betrayed us once and you’ll do it again! You’ll stab us in the back just like you did everyone else you were fucking close to, and laugh about it with that stupid ass girl of yours after. I don’t get why Rick didn’t just let you go for dead, or kill you himself!”

Negan had risen at this point, the insult towards Alexys crawling under his skin deep enough to make him feel the effects of rage in his personage. HIs eyes burned as he squared his shoulders, fingers tightening into fists as he prepared to throw this arrogant asshole into the sixth dimension. To insult her? While both of them were there? Negan wasn’t sure if this man was dumb, stupid, or both. He tensed his arm up, ready to deliver the blow without so much as listening to the rest of those stupid words falling from those stupid mouths of theirs-

When a smaller figure stood up and beat him to it.

Alexys had risen with a speed beyond what anyone was expecting of her. The man who had snarked his opinions loudly at them both barely had any time to react before the palm of her hand fell to his cheek. The smack that broke between their flesh echoed eerily along with the crackling of the campfire. In those few moments, the world seemed to slow down. Even the sound of the fire broke into waves, matching the way the heat radiated off of it. The world grew blurry for them all, spinning in a way it was not supposed to as its reality settled in.

Negan’s eyes widened. He felt his jaw go slack with the others as they all paused in their arguments to stare at her. Alexys stood, her body tense with anger as she glared darkly at the man now clutching his cheek. He had bit it in the process of her hitting it, causing a small trail of blood to dribble messily from between his lips as she dared to get between them and Negan. Despite her small stature, it was she who commanded all of the attention in that moment. Brows furrowed into a look that could kill, one of the two men stepped back, as if afraid of being struck should he do anything to protest the current situation. It was probably a wise move.

When she spoke, her sharp tone carried the weight of the forest with it, “How dare you...How fucking dare you say that? It’s one thing not to trust someone. It’s one thing not to like someone...but...but wishing them DEAD? After all of the things he’s fucking done for you and everyone in Alexandria-after all of the chances he’s taken and proven himself in!-You’re going to wish he wasn’t even here to fucking begin with?”

She stepped forward again, and the two stepped back on instinct.

“You shouldn’t say those things about someone literally fucking risking his own life with yours to scout an area to keep everyone safe! So you go sit on the other side of the damn campfire or I’ll hit you with my first next time you talk to him like that again, you fucking got it?”

There was a shaky nod, a mumble of ‘yes ma’am’ and the two scurried off across the fire, sitting on the opposite side of them before turning into one another, mumbling and checking the injury with a sudden humbleness that made Negan feel equal parts proud and confused at Alexys at once. He looked at her, watching as her form still shook from the momentary anger that had filled her veins like a molten lava. He gave her space as best as he could, waiting for her to cool down a little more before daring to speak to her. Anger was a touchy thing, after all. It made people snap when they didn't mean to. It was an emotion that riddled some with guilt and others with frustration in the aftermath. As a veteran of both emotions, Negan navigated it with skilled movements only he could manage. Alexys was his lover and his partner, someone he wanted to make sure was okay beyond the superficial status those clowns across from them brought onto their relationship. His hand reached out, touching at her shoulder to get her attention. Alexys jerked, but, otherwise allowed the established contact.

“You good, Angel?”

“No,” Alexys snapped, “Yes-No-I-ugh-I don’t know…” She sighed, holding her face in her palms, “I’m sorry I went off like that I just...they made me so angry, talking about you like that...I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to rip their damn faces off, I just-”

He reached out to hug her, his body pressing against hers tightly. Alexys gasped, biting her lip as his lips pressed themselves on her temples and her hands lowered from her face. Negan sighed into her and she felt his smile warm on his lips as he nuzzled into her hair. Despite their time out in the wood, she still smelt like the homemade soap and shampoo she had helped to create back at Alexandria. The scent was already nostalgic in its presence as the two held one another in the presence of nature. Bodies pressed together with a comforting lack of space, their breathings becoming simultaneous as they relished the moment.

“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” Negan murmured, “If anything, it was kind of badass how you slapped that guy across the face. That’s my girl.”

“You...don’t mind?”

“I don't mind what?”

Alexys gestured helplessly around at herself as she took a breath, “Me getting angry...I...I’ve always been...I don’t know, I know anger isn’t exactly ‘nice’ on a person and a lot of people told me that and-”

Negan put a finger on her lip as she spoke, cutting her off as she raised an eyebrow at him. He looked back at her, gaze soft as he replaced the finger with his lips for a moment, pulling away and sighing into her as he whispered the next phrase so close to her that only she could hear.

“I don’t give a damn what others think,” He muttered firmly, “You’ve been close to me through worse, and by god I’ll be there for you too, okay? Anger is natural, Angel. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t feel it as easily as some of us do. So if you really plan on getting angry, by god I’m gonna be with you that whole way. Wanna tag team punch someone? I’m up for it.”

Alexys laughed, pushing him away as she blushed, the bubbling anger slowly fading with the help of his gentle nudges and soft kisses, praises for her falling like prayers from his mouth as he held her close. They ignored the two across from them in favor of watching the fire dance before them, talking of things to keep their mind off of the events and for remembering that, even though their companions didn’t trust them, they always had one another.

After all, a love like theirs could break far more than bones.

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