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jarofstyles · 4 years

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A/N: this is one of the little one shots we wrote for @majorharry’s 20k fic celebration (congrats to cass she’s is amazing!! we love her writing so much 🥺) we used prompt 30 “you’re making this so much harder than it has to be.” Our take on punk!harry catching feelings for a hookup

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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“You’re making this so much harder than it has to be.” Y/N watched as Harry scrambled to get his clothes on.

This was a regular routine for the two of them, Harry would text her telling her to be ready when he arrived. She wouldn’t exactly call their relationship a relationship. She felt like calling it a booty call made her feel gross though that’s the closest to what it was. Y/N wouldn’t even call it friends with benefits. Harry wasn’t her friend, he never tried to be. They were from different sides of the spectrum. Harry was rough around the edges, blunt, pretentious. An arrogant son of a bitch if you asked Y/N. She leaned more on the safer side of things, not a good girl, but not exactly bad. Just your average girl. She’s boring and uptight if you asked Harry.

“It’s 2...” Y/N trailed off to look at the clock, “2:46 in the morning, just stay.” She sighed, sitting up and bringing the sheet up with her to cover her front. She wasn’t sure what his deal was, but it started to get under her skin.

“That isn’t my thing, Sweetheart.” Harry chuckled, feeling the panic bubble in his chest at the idea of staying. Of being too close to her. Y/N was equally as terrifying to him and she had to have some clue.

Harry didn’t do relationships. Hell, this was the closest thing he had to being truly intimate for years and he was terrified. He had gotten a bit too comfortable with Y/N and found himself wanting to stick around too long after their fun. It was made abundantly clear to the both of them that they weren’t going to be anything more than a booty call. After the last time, it had been insanely good and he had fallen asleep in her bed. Waking up with her curled up on his chest, the warmth, the comfort? It was so amazingly lovely and so terrifying he could cry. No. He wouldn’t allow himself to get attached again.

Besides. She was... god. She was fucking immaculate. Smart and kind, talented and sweet. There was no damn way she would actually want a relationship with someone like him. Covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings and shit. Smoking and drinking and all that too. No. She deserved a nice guy. Someone with an office job.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She hated that fucking nickname. It felt patronizing, but she knew that wasn’t the angle Harry was coming at this all with. He was avoiding her. She could see it. The way he wouldn’t meet her gaze. Harry was well aware she could read his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to hide from her then.

“Harry, it’s fucking pouring.” He didn’t have a car, she knew he had full intentions of walking back to his apartment on campus. Y/N looked at him with furrowed brows, realizing he wasn’t stopping. She reached over and slipped her Fleetwood Mac shirt back on, getting up to walk over to him. “If you’re that fussed about it, you can take the couch, or I can take the couch, but I’m not letting you walk home in the fucking rain in the middle of the night.” Y/N spoke sternly, but her voice was soft. What was the big deal?

“No. You aren’t taking the couch— get back in bed.” He sighed, closing his eyes. Fuck. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, Y/N didn’t do anything wrong at all. She was being her normal, sweet, tender self and wanted to make sure he was safe and he understands that but... fuck. “Go back to bed. I’ll sit until the rain stops and call an Uber or something.” He was nervous. He knew that if he laid back in bed with her that he would like it and want more of it. Those kisses would be soft and not the rough ones he was used to and he would melt. Normally his hookups didn’t make him nervous— but she absolutely did. Very much so. “Don’t give me that pout please.” He groaned when she looked up at him with puppy eyes and approached him slowly. Oh no. He was a strong man but he knew his inner weakness for her. He felt it. Didn’t want it.

“I don’t understand why this is such a big deal.” Y/N frowned, genuinely confused. What I’m earth was he on about? Sitting until the rain stopped or getting an uber? Was she really that unbearable? Y/N wasn’t going to beg for him to stay, but if he really wanted out there must be a reason? She thought maybe since they’ve been having regular sex for a few months that maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal for him to just stay. “I don’t understand you, ya know?” She muttered, looking at him as if she was examining him. What changed so much? He had come into her home all guns blazing a few hours ago, pinning her against the wall, ravishing her after a night of drinking with her friends. She even thought they made progress when they had a little laugh about it afterwards, but then he was up and itching to get out. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of me, but do you have to be so fucking stubborn?”

Wait. What? Harry furrowed his brows and looked at her with disbelief. The way he had just fucked her as if his life depended on it? How did that translate into him not liking her?

“Hold on. No— I don’t dislike you or anything. M’not trying to get away because I don’t like you.” He said lowly, face full of confusion and a bit of irritation. “Jesus Christ. It’s the opposite. That’s why I can’t bloody stay in your place.” He felt a bit stupid admitting that because even to him it didnt make total sense. All he knew was that she wouldn’t like him the way he could end up liking her and he already had the beginnings of something more than a crush. He knew he fell in love quickly— far too quickly. And he didn’t want to set himself up for more disappointment.

Now Y/N was confused.

“And that’s supposed to make sense?” She asked with furrowed brows, her arms crossing over her chest in defense. It was chilly in her apartment, but she wasn’t about to go put on more clothes when they could just get back into bed and go to sleep. If he would just listen. “You stayed here last time and you were fine.” Y/N stayed simply, “just go lay down, can go home whenever you want tomorrow....” She was giving up on fighting with him, but of course his words were still ringing through her mind. If he liked her why was he so desperate to leave? Why did he want to get away from her so bad? It didn’t make any sense at all.

“Yeah, I did and we cuddled! We aren’t supposed to do that.” Harry stressed. When her face was even more confused he let out a dark groan, covering his face with his hands. How did she not understand this? This dilemma, this crisis? They were meant to be fuck buddies. Nothing more. She wouldn’t be interested in more and it was so fucking embarrassing to think of himself catching emotions for her when she would just laugh or not want to be involved at all. His last girlfriend had summed it up by explaining that Harry was fun for a while. Fun to explore and live out that bad boy fantasy with his motorcycle and crazy parties and tattoo artist apprenticeship but he wasn’t boyfriend material. If she thought that —and she wasn’t a total prize once he thought about it— Y/N would for sure laugh if he wanted more than that.

“You understand you’re making zero sense right now right?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “You were balls deep in me and cuddling is what you’re worried about?” She asked with a small sigh, taking a few seconds just watching him. “Look, I’ll stay on the other side of the bed if you want. Just stay. It isn’t a question, you’re not leaving.” Y/N didn’t like being challenged, she liked getting her way and he was making no sense with his talk. She reached out and took his hand, pulling him back towards her bed. She was tired, sleep was visible on her face but she wouldn’t sleep until she was sure he wouldn’t leave.

Truth be told she didn’t want him to leave for other reasons. She liked having him around, even if sometimes he didn’t act so fond of her and pushed her away. Y/N liked having his calm energy around, liked him roasting her, liked how he always found a way to get her to wind down. Not to mention sharing a bed with him during the night was incredibly comfortable. When they started this whole thing, Y/N knew that there was a possibility that she could catch feelings. However, she let those die. He wasn’t interested. She was just some good pussy to him.

He felt squirmy. Sitting in bed with her and not touching her felt wrong. It felt weird and uncomfortable and he just wanted to pet her hair and gently touch her skin and it was such a weird and odd feeling. He wanted to vomit. How the fuck was he even doing this?

She was terrifying.

He didn’t realize he had said that out loud until she turned over and looked at him with a questioning look. Fuck. Oops.

“I... didn’t mean to say that out loud.” He cleared his throat, face flushed as he realized he didn’t know how to get himself out of this.

To say Y/N was thoroughly confused was an understatement. Y/N was getting antsy, she didn’t like all this scrambling around, she wanted to have an adult conversation with him.

“Can you please just tell me what is on your mind? Cause I’m lost.” Y/N sighed, “you text me telling me you’re going to come over, you get here all eager to see me, fuck me for two hours straight, then want to get out of here faster than I can say your full name. Say you’d rather wait the rain out or get an uber than sleeping here. Tell me it’s not because you don’t like me but because you do like me, then say I’m terrifying? Am I reading this wrong or?” Y/N wished he could just be straight up with her, she didn’t have time trying to figure him out.

“For fucks sake!” Harry sat up on the end of the bed so he didn’t have to look at her. It was too embarrassing. Getting flustered over this. “I’ll get too comfortable. I’ll sleep here and we’ll cuddle again and I’ll feel close to you and you’ll end up getting tired of me.” He huffed. “No one keeps their feelings for me for too long and I’m fun to fuck around with but I’m not relationship material.” It was obvious he had heard this before and it had stuck in his mind. Very much so because it was like he was reciting it bitter from memory. “And then you’ll be tired of me and I’ll be used to sleeping in your bed, and I’ll be fucking worthless with sleep again and it’ll fuck me up. I don’t want that shit to happen. I’m not the type of guy you want to cuddle or sleep with anyways. M’only decent for a fuck.” Plus, she hadn’t shown any real interest besides the fact she did want to fuck him.

Y/N sat up, completely taken aback. She didn’t realize it was getting like this. Hell, she was fully convinced he just didn’t want to be around her outside of their sex life. But to think he had been sat here convincing himself of things that just weren’t true? Assuming that she wouldn’t want him when, if given a proper chance, she would? “And how the hell do you know what I want?” She asked out right, “you never asked me... and I never said anything about it. You’ve barely even attempted conversation with me, fuck... and you just—” Y/N knew she had to relax. “If I didn’t want you sleeping here I would have let you leave. If I didn’t care about you I would have let you leave.” Her voice was softer this time. She took a few moments to calm down and then decided to speak again. “You know you could have asked me... what I wanted? Know it’s scary— and... I don’t know who hurt you.... but I don’t want to be lumped in with them. I don’t think like that...”

Harry clenched his jaw. He didn’t know what to think. With Y/N being as sweet as she was, he didn’t think she would be one to lie about it. It did make sense if he thought about the fact that she never kicked him out. He was just the first to leave so she wouldn’t have to be the one to say it and make him feel weird about it. He was used to that.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a dick.” He rubbed the back of his neck, still not turning around to face her. He felt like a bit of an idiot as it was. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t want to stay either but he wasn’t sure how the hell to go about it. “You’re... I dunno. You’re nice and different and it’s terrifying. I don’t want to be rejected by the nicest person.” He said lowly. “You’re really sweet and I’m scared to get to know you properly. Everyone talks about how lovely you are and I know you must be.” God, talking about feelings? He didn’t know how to properly do that without sounding like a damn idiot. “I’ll probably like you a lot more than I should. The sex is fucking fantasitic. But then I think about you kickin’ me out or waking up and realizing what you’ve done and get upset.”

Y/N could understand him, sure. It was self preservation. He assumed because of his past and naturally, he wanted to be ahead of the curve. He didn’t even give her a chance. Y/N felt like this type of behavior didn’t help anyone, only landed them in situations like these.

“Hurts a lot more when you just get up and leave ya know?” Y/N swallowed thickly. “Feel dirty... used... convince myself it isn’t what you mean and that maybe it’s just cause you’re ashamed or something.” She said with a shrug, “know you’re a nice guy, know you don’t mean it like that... but..” it still hurt. “We decided it wasn’t going to be anything more and I wasn’t expecting anything more, just thought maybe we could be I dunno... not like this?” Y/N chuckled sadly. “Thought that we could be friendly even if it wasn’t real? Dunno, just... the last time you were here it felt nice? Felt like what I wanted it to feel like, minus the awkward bolt you did once you realized where you were.”

“Fuck. I’m a dick. I didn’t want— I don’t want you to feel like that.” That had him turning around, piercing in his brow slanting down with the snarl in them. “I just can’t do this shit right, huh?” He groaned, a sarcastic chuckle leaving his throat. “Jesus. I don’t know how I manage to fuck shit up so damn bad. I don’t want you to feel dirty or used cause you’re not. I enjoy myself, darlin’.” There was a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. How the fuck did he end up getting it all wrong? “Wasn’t leaving cause I didn’t like it. Left because I did. Too much. S’not what I’m used to and I don’t think I could have stomached you telling me to leave, so I just left before you could tell me to.” He looked down at his lap. “M’sorry, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention. Know that doesn’t do shite to make you feel any better and doesn’t take away the fact that I’ve been a dick but, I thought you’d want me to leave.”

“Why?” Y/N asked softly, deciding that if she got him talking she might as well get the answers she wanted out of him. “Why did you think I’d want you to leave? Cause I wasn’t going to ask you to.” Y/N told him honestly, “it isn’t polite and even then I thought... I would feel like shit if someone asked me to leave.” She explained with a small sigh. “Just because we decided it was nothing more than sex didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to at least try to be your friend or something... I just assumed that wasn’t what you wanted. Practically ignore me everywhere else.” Y/N knew that no one really knew about them. They sat there for a few moments before she decided to be bold, to look at him properly and just get this over with.

“Do you want this to be more than sex?”

Harry sat and thought about it for a moment. Of course, he did. His little crush on her was massive now and he had been kidding himself every time he left to walk away and do dumb shit like this.

“I didn’t think you had any interest because you didn’t really show any besides wanting to fuck.” He said bluntly. Which is true. “I thought I’d be overstepping boundaries by suggesting more. Plus... you’re so.... good. You’re sweet as fuck, you’re smart, I would have thought you’d want an office dude or someone who’s going to give you some sort of good stability. Not some guy like me.” Harry shrugged, looking over to her. “I can’t tell what you’d want. Maybe s’partially my fault because I leave so quickly. But... I dunno. Maybe? It’s... it’s hard.” He didn’t know how to explain it properly. On the outside, he was a dickhead. A bad boy. He fucked, drank, smoked, dabbled in coke and shrooms. He was an artist, wanted to be a tattoo artist, didn’t see himself leaving at least for another 2 years. Then he wanted to go to New York, or New Orleans. Something bigger than him. Would she want any of that?

“Could’ve asked me out for a drink or something... didn’t have to be this elaborate thing.” Y/N sighed and played with her fingers some more. Obviously she enjoyed herself, obviously she didn’t want it to stop, but he wasn’t wrong about her not showing him any signs of wanting more. They agreed to it being strictly sex so she kept it at that. “So what then, you’re just going to keep coming around and fucking me and leaving again?” She asked quietly, “what do you want me to do?” Y/N didn’t know how she could help in this situation. She didn’t deny him, never said she wasn’t interested, but when asked if he wanted more he deflected. Y/N had been single her whole college career. She wanted to focus on her school work, besides, all the college guys were assholes... most of them were. They just assumed they knew more, tried to mansplain everything. She hated it. Y/N didn’t want that. If she was going to get into a relationship of any kind, she would hope that they brought out the best in her, made her feel like she could have fun the way Harry did.

“No— obviously m’nit gonna do that. I didn’t realize it made you feel shitty. S’what everyone else has wanted but... I should have realized.” Harry licked his dry bottom lip. “You’re a lot nicer than them. Softer. I shouldn’t have just treated you like everyone else and m’sorry for that.” Of course she was different. She was just... sweet. She never made him feel poorly and always praised him during sex. Always was excited to see him. He really felt like a massive dick. Especially seeing the worry in her face. “What do you want?” He asked, picking at the non existent lint in the bed. “Like... would you want to do somethin’ other than that?”

“I wanna go on a date...” Y/N said without really thinking, “if you want... we can like, go for coffee or a drink or something just... talk.” She didn’t know what he was going to say, she felt like she would bite the bullet in this case since he was far too nervous to take initiative. She had to force it out of him. “And if it’s not up to your expectations then I guess we can just pretend it never happened or something... you can even come here for dinner if you want?” Y/N didn’t want to make a fool of herself. “and if you don’t wanna do any of that then maybe we can just like... be friendly?” She rubbed at her eye, feeling extremely sleepy. He really did fuck her good.

The two of them were realizing that they were both full of shit. They should have communicated better, shouldn’t have been guessing. Neither of them wanted to comprise the sex but sometimes, adult decisions had to be made.

“I’d... you’d really want to go on a date with me?” It wasn’t something he had ever initially expected but hey. Harry would take it. Especially because she was so shy usually but she had been the one to switch roles and take charge when it came to talking about feelings. “Yeah. We can do that.” He noticed she was sleepy, rubbing at her eyes and felt guilt course through him as he noticed it. “Why... don’t we talk about this in the morning’. You’re so tired.” And damn, was she cute. He felt a bit of pride as well knowing a good fuck could help aid in the sleepy thing.

“I promise I’ll be here in the morning.” He stood up and took his jeans back off but kept the shirt on, not sure what was proper when sleeping with a girl when you weren’t fucking them. This was good, yeah? Cuddling was still foreign so he wasn’t going to attempt it— he would let her decide if that’s something she wanted. “Any of that sounds good to me. M’sorry I was a prick. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me but that’s my own fault.”

“It’s okay, you can make it up to me.” Y/N was happy that he agreed to go on the date with her. She felt like it would be nice for them to actually have a conversation without it leading to sex. Just for them to get to know each other properly and not just based on what they’ve heard. She hummed as she felt sleep coming on, immediately falling back on the bed and getting all cozy. Y/N curled up and pulled the pillow closer to her, looking up at him as he stripped back down. “Shirt too.” She mumbled. “cause you’re warm.” Y/N cooed and patted the spot next to her. She moved to curl up to him, lifting his arm so she could rest her head on his chest. “What? You said you liked the cuddle.” She teased, nuzzling against him. “Could you turn off the light?” She asked, pointing to the switch above her bed.

Harry felt okay now. A bit shaky— but better. He didn’t know what would come of this, but he could feel that he was comfortable and warm and bright. Happy. She made him feel at ease with these simple things and had even suggested a date. A date. Something the man hadn’t imagined a girl like her would ever be into but, look at them now. When he turned off the light and settled into the bed, feeling the warmth of her body as she clung on to him— there was one thought that kept going through his mind.

It’ll be alright.

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hellcaster901 · 3 years

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Prompt 11 w/ Daryl Dixon x reader like some really smutty stuff

The Run

Warnings: SMUT, 18+

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A/N: SORRY FOR IT BEING SO LATE! Am SLOWLY getting off my hiatus, but I am coming back to catch up on the anons i’ve missed. I hope you like it!

“Are you kidding me?” Daryl yelled, chasing after you in the house, not even caring that the neighbors could see him yelling at you, or the fact that you had tears running down your face.

“Are you kidding me?” You yelled back, turning on your heels, facing Daryl with wide eyes. “I had that shit under control.” You pointed, seeing his chest rising and falling, the anger in his eyes, and it was because of you. “If you didn’t have to be mister save the day all the fucking time I would’ve had it!” You felt more tears fall, dropping off your cheeks and landing on your shirt.

“Oh, so you’re just gonna be risking your life like that on every run?” He yelled, his voice rising the more he talked.

“I had it under control!” You screamed, trying to get it through his thick skull. “I’m not some damsel in distress that needs you saving me every second. I have gotten this far surviving on my own!” You knew what he was trying to say, that maybe you could be reckless sometimes, and maybe you do need someone there for you, but sometimes doesnt mean all the time, and you weren’t expecting to have a babysitter everytime you went outside the walls.

“Yeah, risking your life for some bottles of water is really something.” He scoffed, turning his back on you.

“Are you serious?” you scoffed back, lifting a hand and wiping away some of the tears. “Do you just want me staying here? Playing some little house wife for you to come back to when you go out on the runs?” You bit back, feeling what was once some saddness, was now turning into anger as you stood there, wondering if maybe Daryl did want you staying here from now on, not contributing to the group anymore.

He stood there, silent, letting your words sink in. You were hoping he would say no, say that they need you on the runs, that being stuck here wouldn’t do anyone any good. but he didn’t, he simply stayed quiet.

“Fuck you, Daryl.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you walked passed him, not wanting to be in the same house as him.

You barely got a foot away from him before he grabbed you, a strong hand wrapping around your wrist, tugging you back.

“Let go of-”

“Shut up.” He growled, cupping the back of your head before pulling you close, lips clashing together. You moaned in surprised, pushing against his chest, not wanting to give in so easily. But the grip he had on you, and the arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist, it was a waste of time trying to get away from him. And after a short time struggling, you finally melted against him. Hands that were once pushing him away, were now grabbing his shirt, tugging him close, feeling his lips move against yours as you greedily accepted what he was giving you. You knew giving into him this easily was going to be a slippery slope for you, but right now, that didn’t matter.

He held you close, lips moving against yours passionately. But you could tell there was frustration behind it as well. The way his hands gripped into your skin, almost like you were going to slip away, trying everything he can to make sure that didnt happen.

“Daryl.” you mumbled against his lips, trying to pull away, trying to explain to him, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Stop talking.” He mumbled back, walking the two of you towards the couch, pushing you back onto the cushions, looking up at him with swollen lips and wide eyes.

“Daryl I-”

“I said, stop talking” he huffed, grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks together, keeping you in place. “I’m sick and tired of you not listening.” He clenched his teeth together, staring down at you, his eyes wondering over your body. You could see the thoughts running through his mind, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with you. You took a deep breath, clenching your thighs together at just the mere thought of him taking you here. It was so wrong in so many ways, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop any of it. “Take off your pants”

Chills ran down your back at his command, but all you did was stare at him, wondering if this was really happening.

“I said,” He paused, leaning down, hand still clenching your face, his own only an inch away from yours “Take off your pants.” he lowly said. He released your face, leaning back and watching you.

It was almost like your body had a mind of its own, your hands reaching for your pants, slipping and finding the waistband of your pants, finding the button and undoing it quickly, shoving at the material quickly. The rough fabric rubbing against your skin. You kicked them quickly, the pants and shoes being shoved away as you sat there, the breeze making goosebumps rise along your skin. You sat there, thighs clenched together as he stared down at you, almost like you were some piece of meat.

And you liked it.

You wanted to say something, you wanted to ask him what else he wanted, but at the same time, you knew that if you did it would probably just start more problems for you. And you sat there, quietly waiting for his next command.

“Your shirt.” He mumbled, his eyes flickering down to your chest for a brief moment before back to yours.

You moved quickly, arching your back as you pulled the shirt up, flinging it over your head and onto the floor. The hair that was loosely in your ponytail now hanging freely along your shoulders.

He didnt say a word as he reached down to his pants, fingers working at the belt, slowly dragging the leather piece open. It was almost instantaneously your mouth went dry as he pulled the belt from the loops, tossing it to the side carelessly as he grabbed at his pants. Tugging it open, slowly pulling at the zipper. You stared, swallowing as he pushed the pants down, tanned skin exposed to your eyes.

Your eyes widen as his cock slipped from his pants, bobbing lightly, hard and red. He was impressive, long but girthy, chills running down your back at the sheer size.

You licked your lips, wanting to feel the weight of it in your mouth, and that's what you were going to do.

You looked up at Daryl, licking your lips as you pushed yourself off the back of the couch, slipping down the cushions as you dropped to your knees. You were surprised that he didn’t say anything, simply just watched as you dropped down. You took a deep breath, shaky hands sliding up his legs and to his thighs, feeling the muscles flex underneath your palms. You slowly wrapped a hand around his length, smirking as you felt it flex in your hand, a soft grunt leaving his mouth as you slowly started stroking. You could feel him tense under your hand, moaning softly at your hand.

“Jesus” he sighed, dropping his head back. The smirk stayed on your face as you leaned forward, giving the tip a small lick, feeling a rush of chills as he groaned louder. You took a deep breath, bringing your hand down to the base of his cock, before leaning forward again, his cock sliding between your lips and against your tongue as you took him. “Fuck!”

You moaned softly, slowly moving your head, letting your tongue circle around the tip of his cock, feeling it pulse and harden even more in your mouth. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as you sucked him off, hearing his mumbles.

“Stop.” he mumbled softly, dragging his hand through your hair, grabbing at your locks, pulling you off his cock. He pulled you away, you gasped as you looked up at him, spit covering your swollen red lips. The two of you barely said anything as he pulled on your hair, lifting yourself up as he grabbed your hips, turning you around and pushing you back onto the couch, knees hitting the soft cushions, hands grabbing at the back holding yourself up. You breathed deeply as you felt his hands roam over your skin, rough fingers grabbing at the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down, the loose fabric wrapped around your knees as you kneeled there.

You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin as you heard him step closer, feeling his thighs brush against the back of your thighs, his cock brushing against the rise of your ass, some precum smearing along your skin. You sighed, feeling him grab himself, lining himself up with your entrance, dragging the tip through your soaked lips.

“Daryl.” You mumbled, dropping your head against the back of the couch, wiggling your ass just a little bit. Not a word as he slowly sank into your warm walls, stretching you to his size. You gasped, a slight pain to be stretched, feeling each inch force itself between your walls, waves of pleasure mixed with pain shooting to your stomach, your legs already shaking, and he barely moved.

“Jesus Christ.” He gasped, staring down at where the two of you were joined, watching as he was fully seated in you, pulling out slowly to see his cock already wet from your juices.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your toes curling. Daryl set a steady pace, watching the way his cock split you open, just slowly working himself into you, enjoy the steady pace. But you? You wanted more, you wanted to be dominated, you wanted to just feel… dirty afterwards.

You bit your bottom lip,wiggling your hips just a little bit, hoping that he would catch on to what you wanted. And he did, he knew that you wanted it harder.

He reached for you, grabbing one of your shoulders, pulling you up and against his chest, gasping at the sudden movement. His body grinding against yours.

“What do you want?” He growled into your ear, his rough hands reaching around and grabbing at your breast, roughly grabbing against the fabric, pulling the cups down, his warm hands gripping you. “Tell me.”

“Harder.” You whimpered, reaching and grabbing his wrist. “Fuck me harder, please.” You begged.

He huffed against your ear, pushing you back down against the couch, grabbing at your hips. “Stay still.” He mumbled, his grip tight on you as he adjusted himself, planting his feet, and started moving.

A small shriek left your mouth as he began moving, hips slamming against your ass, his cock slamming into you over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skip echoed through the living room. You were a blabbing mess, moans and whimpers filling the air, huffs coming from Daryl as he used you. “Daryl.” you whimpered, feeling his hands tightening on your skin, bringing you back against his thrust harder, his cock hitting you perfectly each time, feeling it in your gut as he slammed into you. “Oh my fucking god, Daryl.” You cried, feeling your walls flutter around him, getting wetter and wetter. Your juices drip from his cock.

He placed a hand against your back, pushing you into the cushions, face squished against the fabric. He grabbed at your wrists, tugging them, keeping them behind you as he held onto them in one hand, keeping you trapped there, and you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

At this angle, it felt as if he went deeper, if that was even possible. You could feel the soreness settling in already, the back of your thighs, you were sure, were red and bright. And you loved every second of it.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You repeated, begging over and over again, feeling the tightness in your stomach building and building with each thrust. Daryl not letting up at all as he fucked you.

“I’m close.” He grunted, fingers digging into your wrist, a hand gripping the flesh of your ass. “Gonna pull out-”

“No!” You gasped, knowing it was going to make a mess, knowing that there was going to be a stain, and honestly, there was a part of you that wanted that mess, but there was also a part of you that didn't want to be constantly teased about it whenever someone came over. “Don’t ruin the sofa!” You gasped out, knowing this was a ridiculous excuse. You heard Daryl chuckle, his hips faltering, his pace losing their rhythm. He grabbed at your arm, his hands grabbing at your elbows, pulling you up slightly off the couch.

“I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” He huffed again, his pace picking up just a bit. You nodded lazily, feeling that build up in your stomach become tighter and tighter, needing that release.

Skin slapping against skin as he continued to use you, the bruising pace quickening as you felt his cock twitch, the member pulsing inside you. You gasped lightly, feeling the way his thighs and stomach tighten against your thighs and ass. “Please please please.” You begged, feeling him twitch one again.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He grunted, snapping his hips, and finally.

“Oh my god.” You smiled, feeling him thrust against you a few more times and finally he came, filling you up to the brim, his cum covering your walls in white as he grunted at each wave.

“Come on. Come on.” He grunted, continuing his trust, wanting you to cum. “Lets go, lets go.” He encouraged, thrusting just a bit hard, his cum leaking from you and around his cock, dripping down your thigh.

The two of you were still making a mess either way.

“Daryl.” you warned, feeling that tightness in your stomach, expanding and expanding. “I’m-”

“Lets go.” He huffed, drilling into you until that tightness finally… snapped.

“Daryl!” You cried out, your thighs clenched together, feeling yours and his cum dripping down your thighs. “Oh my-” You moaned lowly, dropping your head, his hands still grabbing at your elbows as the two of you rode out your orgasms together.

He lazily thrusted into you, feeling those lasting waves as the two of you calmed down. He let go of your arms, instantly dropping to the couch in pure euphoria as you kneeled there, just processing everything that had happened. You moaned softly as you felt him slip from you, your swollen lips covered with cum, the sticky fluid dripping from you even more now that he was no longer in you.

“Get dressed.” He mumbled, grabbing his pants, tugging them on. “They’re gonna wonder where we are.” You hummed at his words, sitting up slowly, whimpering at the soreness between your thighs.

“Mmm, let them talk.” You smiled, looking over your shoulder at him. You locked eyes, giving him a tired smile. And much to your surprised, he gave you one right back.

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon smut #Daryl dixon fanfic #Daryl dixon twd #twd imgine #Anon ask #Hellcaster writes #the walking dead daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl smut #Daryl fanfic #Daryl one shot #Daryl x reader #Daryl x you #hellcaster901 anon #hellcasterwrites

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ssamie · 3 years

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six. she likes someone else, idiot.

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist. “snow” masterlist.

"as promised, here we are" oikawa greeted her as she opened the door to reveal him and iwaizumi. "good morning " she greeted them with a bubbly smile "hey" iwaizumi nodded at her.

"oh, you're not skating today, y/n-chan?" oikawa hummed "well, i don't want to accidentally leave you behind again" she said as she closed the door behind her. oikawa sweat dropped and nodded along "how thoughtful" he chuckled

"here's your coffee, oikawa-san" she had a determined look on her face as she hands him the beverage in a disposable cup

"oh... yes.. my coffee" oikawa deeply inhaled a breath of air and took it from her. "thank you, y/n-chan. i didnt think you were serious about it, though" oikawa laughed as he took a sip of the coffee

"oh, well i thought you'd be bummed if i forgot a promise" she said

as soon as she looked away, oikawa gagged and shuddered, making iwaizumi sweat drop and look at him in concern. "dude what the hell?" iwaizumi deadpanned

as y/n looked back at them, oikawa's dread filled expression quickly changed into one of delight as he happily chugged down the drink

"haha, i was just amazed at this coffee!" oikawa exclaimed with a grin "and y/n-chan made it so its extra special!"

"oh, that's great!" y/n cheered as oikawa gave her a thumbs up paired with a wink "im glad you like it"

"yup! looking forward to the next one tomorrow" oikawa chuckled

iwaizumi watched the whole thing go down with a look of bewilderment. he was just about done with these two and their shenanigans. "dude.." iwaizumi muttered as he watched oikawa gulp the whole thing down "why're you doing this.."

oikawa turned to him with a grin and clocked his head to the side "what do you mean, iwa-chan?" he asked "i told you, y/n-chan made it so its extra special!" oikawa said with a laugh as he threw the cup away at a random trash can

iwaizumi's eyes widened as he watched his friend jog over to the girl and happily start up a conversation

"jesus christ.." iwaizumi sighed "i don't know if him being like this is a good thing or not.."

now, its no secret that y/n was attractive. her features were head turning. and her eyes alone could bring a grown man to their knees. she was quite captivating, to say the least.

so it shouldn't come as a surprise if boys and girls start flocking around her for the same purpose.

to have her as their girlfriend. what else?

"hey, hasegawa-chan" a boy greeted her as she exited the classroom. "oh. hello.." she replied with a hint of confusion

"are you free today? if you want, i would love to treat you to some snacks after school" the boy said with a nervous chuckle. "oh, thank you but.. i have club duties after school." she said "maybe some other time"

she then walked away from the boy, absolutely clueless to the fact the she was just asked out on a date.

from inside the room, oikawa watched the whole thing go down with a look of distaste. "hey, hey, iwa-chan!" he slapped iwaizumi's arm. "that boy just flirted with y/n-chan, look!"

iwaizumi spared him a glance before looking back down at his comic. "i know, shittykawa." he sighed "its no big deal anyways. she declined, didn't she?" he said

"it doesn't matter! people are trying to steal her before i could even exit the friend zone!" oikawa exclaimed "actually, im not sure if im even in the friend zone yet!" he pulled at his hair in distress

"i told her we'd be best friends in the future but that means we're not right now, right?!"

"you're thinking too much, shittykawa" iwaizumi sighed as he pushed him off his desk, since he was hitting his head repeatedly against the wood

"im gonna follow her and shoo the boys away" oikawa perked up with a determined look on his face. "dont do that" iwaizumi grunted in annoyance. "and you look stupid. your forehead has a red spot now, dumbass"

"actually, what if i ask her out before they do?" oikawa hummed thoughtfully to himself.

"you did that already. didn't she say she has the 'boyfriend spot' reserved for someone?" iwaizumi raised a brow

"whatever im gonna follow her" oikawa waved him off. "dont do that-- and he's gone." iwaizumi merely sighed as he watched oikawa rush out of the door

"now.. who is that ugly guy?" oikawa muttered to himself as he watched a boy flusteredly hand y/n a letter

"h-hasegawa-san..this is for you!" the boy exclaimed as he handed her the letter without making any eye contact. "oh.. its a letter" she muttered as she went to open it

"no! uh- read it later when you're alone.." the boy stammered out "it's a bit embarrassing for me" he said. "oh, okay then" y/n simply nodded and put it in her pocket. "goodbye" she said as she walked away

"right! bye, hasegawa-san!" the boy nervously waved

oikawa sweat dropped as the boy looked at her with a lovesick grin even though she just straight up ignored him and walked off. well it's not like he has room to say anything. he's the exact same, if not, maybe even worse.

"tch. hey" oikawa called out to the boy.

"me..?" the boy muttered in confusion as he pointed to himself. "yeah you" oikawa raised a brow as he judgingly looked him up and down "why'd you give y/n-chan a letter?" he scowled

"oh well i -" before the boy could finish oikawa laughed at him in a mocking way. "yeah yeah, save your voice. it's not like i'll listen to you anyways" he said with his usual charismatic smile

"but don't do that again, okay~" oikawa cooed "y/n-chan doesn't need a boy toy like you! but maybe try with another girl!" he suggested

he patted the boy's shoulder and waved him goodbye "good luck~" he cooed. the boy watched oikawa walk off with a look of dread and confusion. "what the hell, man?" the boy muttered

"now, where is she-- another one?!" oikawa groaned to himself as he watched y/n receive another gift

except this time, it was a from a girl in the first year who was shakingly handing her a bento with a cutesy note "hasegawa-senpai..! um- this is for you" the girl said as she shyly presented her the neatly wrapped lunch box

"i made it myself, i hope you like it!" she said with a bow before hastily running off with an alarmingly red face. "..?" y/n cocked her head to the side as she waved the girl goodbye "thank you..?" she muttered

she opened the bento slightly and gasped in awe at the food

"no! don't be swayed by the food, y/n-chan!" oikawa silently screamed to himself "its a trick!"

y/n then closed it and continued to walk away.

"yes! she wasn't swayed by the food. that was close" oikawa let out a sigh if relief as he placed his hand over his pounding chest. "maybe i should cook her food from now on" he muttered as he took a mental note for future use.

"now--" before he could move another inch, he was suddenly crowded by girls that came out of nowhere. literally.

"oikawa-senpai!" "oikawa-senpai, we made you a bento!" "oikawa-san i made you cookies, see?" "oikawa-san let's hang out!"

"ah, hey there girls~" he cooed at them. as much as he wanted to leave them, he couldn't just ignore his fan girls. as annoying as they were, they were still his supporters after all.

"oikawa-san, are you practicing later? can we watch?" "we'll bring you snacks during practice!" "i'll cheer for you, oikawa-senpai!"

it had been roughly five minutes since the girls arrived. and it had also been five minutes since he's lost sight of y/n. oikawa was starting to get antsy. his sole purpose was to shoo her admirers away and yet he was being bombarded by his own.

suddenly, the blue hue which he seemed to grow so fond of caught his eye. he turned to look at her, walking so casually while she frowns down at a piece of paper in her hands

"y/n! -" sadly his voice was drowned out by the shouts and squeals of the girls, although the noise still got her attention

y/n looked up to see the brunette waving at her with a girl latched onto his other arm. and being the clueless one that she is, she simply waved back with a smile before walking away

"that might be the girl he liked.." she muttered with a hum. "he mentioned it at the park that night.."

"ack! she wasn't jealous at all!" oikawa spluttered with a gasp

"oikawa-san what are you talking about?" "do you like someone?" "what?! oikawa-senpai, you like someone?!"

oikawa waved them off and hastily ran after the blue haired girl. "y/n-chan!" oikawa exclaimed as he slammed their classroom door open

y/n, along with the rest of the class looked over to him in confusion. ".. yes?" y/n replied "ah sorry" he sent the class a peace sign before rushing over to her side

"i was gonna ask --did ��anything interesting happen just now?" he mused with a huff "did ya maybe get something from someone..?"

oikawa, bless his heart, was trying to be as discreet as he possibly could. though it's not like he has to try since she was probably as dumb as a rock when it comes to shit like this.

"oh.. i got a letter and a gift" she said as she shuffled through her bag for the said things

oikawa dramatically cried in his mind as he looked away from her. "she has no shame! so she really doesn't care about my feelings!" he muttered to himself in distress

"its this." she said

oikawa reluctantly faced her with a furrowed brows and quivering lips, ready to throw the love letter and bento away. that is, until he actually saw what the 'letter' and 'gift' was.

"uh what is this?" oikawa sweat dropped as he pointed to the pair of school shoes and a note from the dean.

y/n sulked as she reluctantly started removing her converse. "i got in trouble today" she said "apparently, im not allowed to wear these" she said as she stuffed her shoes in her bag and slipped the school shoes on

"well yeah, everyone knows that" iwaizumi sweat dropped. "then how am i gonna skate?" she faced them with exaggeratedly teary eyes as she uncomfortably moved her feet about

"guess you're gonna have to make do with that" iwaizumi comforted her

"is that all you got?" oikawa asked again

"oh. i actually got a love letter and a bento. but that's about it" she casually replied

oikawa gave her a painfilled smile and a thumbs up. "ah. i see." he grimly replied. "well.. aren't ya gonna give them a response?" oikawa asked followed by a strained laugh

"i can't.." she mumbled with slight embarrassment

"why not?" iwaizumi asked

"i can't read it.." she admitted, her face gradually getting hotter and hotter from shame

"what?"

"i can't read it!" she covered her face with her hands "japanese is still hard for me! i can only understand certain parts!"

"and i also ate the bento because i was tempted!" she confessed

oikawa and iwaizumi sweat dropped and nodded along. "i see.." oikawa laughed

"well it's no problem" he said. "you can choose not to respond. you're not really obligated to, anyways."

"really? that's great!" she perked up. "i didn't know what to do anyway" she chuckled "i could only understand parts of the letter cus i wrote it for reki!" she said

"im glad im not stuck in that pinch anymore.." she sighed in relief "im not used to people liking me.."

iwaizumi watched as oikawa's face visibly fell at the mention of the redhead's name. his already pained smile quickly turned into a frown.

"y/n-chan! can you come here for a sec?" one student called for her "oh sure." y/n replied before quickly making her way to them

oikawa pouted and trudged over to his seat, plopping himself down on the chair and resting his head on the desk with a huff

"so, what'll you do now?" iwaizumi asked as he glanced at his friend "dunno" oikawa replied

"hey iwa-chan. am i ugly?" he asked. "i was gonna say yes but that'll be too mean at the moment. so no, shittykawa. you're not." iwaizumi replied with a sigh as he put his comic away

"is that reki guy hotter than me?" he asked again. "i dunno, dude" iwaizumi shrugged "i mean, probably."

"do ya think i have a chance? i mean, i always get with girls so easily!" oikawa huffed. iwaizumi rolled his eyes and hit him on the head with his fist. "wanna know why you don't got a chance, shittykawa?" he said

"ouch -- yeah sure, enlighten me, iwa-chan" oikawa replied with a wince

"its cus she likes someone else, idiot."

oikawa rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand, watching y/n converse with another student from across the room

"just how amazing is this reki guy anyway?"

"I HAVE 40, 000 YEN AND A SKATEBOARD!" reki exclaimed as he slammed the money and the board down before cherry "IS THIS ENOUGH TO VISIT Y/N, CHERRY?!" he asked with an excited smile

"for a plane ticket!" reki replied "do ya think if i sell this skateboard i'd get at least a thousand yen?" he asked

cherry sweat dropped and pushed the things away. "what is this for?" he asked with furrowed brows

cherry watched the boy fuss with a smile of amusement, chuckling lightly to himself as reki starts listing down the jobs he's done for the money. "a plane ticket costs roughly 15 thousand to 30 thousand yen. with your budget now, you won't be able to afford a trip back home" cherry explained

"whaaa?" reki groaned out "then i have to work more? but thats so boring! i haven't skated in forever for this!" he whined

cherry patted his back as the redhead sulked. "don't worry, we'll be going with you anyways" he said "you can borrow money from the gorilla" cherry suggested with a smile

"why not from you?" reki raised a brow. "because i don't want to." cherry replied

reki sweat dropped but nodded anyways. he gathered the money and the skateboard before running on his way over to joe's restaurant.

"JOE HELP!!" reki exclaimed as he slammed the restaurant doors open. "yo, what the hell?!" joe yelled back as he watched reki rush over to him and cling on his arm with a cutesy pout

"hey hey, joe~" reki cooed "can i borrow money from you? i can right? right? great!" he exclaimed "i'll need 20 000 yen atleast!" reki said with a grin as he held his hands out expectantly

joe spluttered as he stared down at the redhead. "hey, who said i'll give you money?" he scowled

"cherry did!" reki exclaimed

"kaoru.." joe muttered through gritted teeth. "that damn brat." he sighed. "whatever. i'll give ya money." he said. "it's to see y/n right? we've been planning on visiting soon anyway"

"really?! great! can i have it now-" reki was cut off by joe's laughter. "no, no" joe cooed

"you're gonna have to work for it" he smirked as he pulled out an apron and a menu and shoved it into the redhead's arms. reki's expression morphed into one of dread as he held the apron against his body ".. am i supposed to be a waiter?" he groaned out

"you're a smart one, aren't ya?" joe said in a teasing tone

"but why do i have to work?" reki whined. "oh, cmon! it's for y/n, don't ya care about her?" joe taunted him

reki sent him a glare and reluctantly put the apron on. "for y/n.. sure" he muttered with a blush of embarrassment as joe started ruffling his hair like a child

"hey, joe.." reki trailed off "if i have to work.. the shouldn't he be working too?!" he shrieked out as he pointed to miya who was quietly sitting by a booth. "hah?!" miya exclaimed "i actually have money, unlike you, you slime!" he yelled

"how?! you're thirteen!" reki shrieked out

"and you're seventeen but poor! shut up and take my order, slime!" miya hissed back at him

"i hate you!" reki hissed back "im not letting you near y/n after this, just so you know" he said. miya simply rolled his eyes and huffed. "shut up, slime. i want a drink." he said

"you shut up" reki muttered back in annoyance, but quickly wrote the order down anyways

"haha, keep this up and you'll see y/n in no time!" joe cheered as he patted reki's back. "why can't you just give me money, dude?" reki groaned

joe laughed and sent him a cheeky wink "gotta milk the opportunity, you know?" he mused

"so you're just using me!!"

ppl r asking for them to see y/n skate,, dw that's coming soon haha,, and reki and the others are also appearing soon :)

"exactly!"

sorry for the spelling / grammar mistakes if there are any :<

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phonyrams · 4 years

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There was nothing William hated more than the sound of crying children. (uhhh do keep reading to.. ya know... read the thing :) )

(TW: Kidnapping, Murder, death, emotional abuse (lowkey) , death threats)

There was nothing William hated more than the sound of crying children. When Michael was born, it was almost constant in his ears. The kid just wouldn't shut up. Beth would get up to feed and take care of him every time he awoke in the night and William just refused to help. Now, standing in the doorway of his own home with a small black haired brat in his arms screaming his lungs out, he remembered why he avoided infants so much.

Beth came into the main hall and walked down to the front room to see where the crying was coming from. It was too young sounding to be Michael and it was 10pm. Where was this coming from?. A feeling of dread and uncertainty fell into her stomach upon seeing a figure in the doorway. The lamp was on, illuminating her husband's face and in his arms… an infant.

“Jesus christ…. William what the Hell is that?” She spat coldly.

“Oh ‘liza, I know youre stupid but i dont think youre that stupid. It's a baby of course!” he said smiling and holding up the child a bit more for his wife to see.

“But it's not… our kid- whose kid is that?” Beth’s voice gradually became more panicked as she spoke, the panic and dread sitting in more.

William gave out a short laugh. “Well,” he looked down to the screaming, annoying child in his arms and back to the woman in front of him “it's our kid, now!”

“So what- you just adopted a kid? Out of nowhere? William things don't work like that. We have to talk about these things, and there's research and paperwork...” She trailed off. Beth was starting to panic even more. She didnt like that stupid smile spread on her husbands face.

“I guess you could say I adopted him in some way or another.” He waved his hand around in a circular motion, now holding the screaming child in the crook of his arm. The couple stared at each other as the woman narrowed her eyes. The screaming child still loudly echoing his cries throughout the room. If only her stare could kill.

“What the hell did you do.” She said through gritted teeth, still staring straight through him. William simply blinked.

“Well I just… ya know Ii-”

“What. Did. You. DO” She said in the harshest voice she could muster. She knew there was no winning in this situation, there was no outpowering him. She could try her hardest though.

William took a breath and smiled once again, looking down. “I took a kid.” He looked up at his wife as he said it and started laughing. “I took a kid! I beat his parents to death and took their kid! And oh don’t even worry about anyone finding their bodies, i made sure they were well hidden” He said through his laughter. Beth’s stomach dropped. She didn't know whether she was going to be sick, pass out, or lash out at the man before her but she found that she couldn't move a muscle except to slowly bring her hand to cover her mouth.

She decided to take a step back. And then one more and she placed her other hand in the hallway corridor, never leaving her stare from the laughing man in front of her.

“William what the fuck. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” She asked, still slowly backing away.

“This is what we wanted! Another kid right? Because God knows the first one was a fuck up”

“Don’t call him that. This is what you wanted, I never wanted another kid! I cant have one you know this we,” she looked down at her hands, now held below her. “We agreed on this!”

“You’re right! We agreed you shouldn’t have more kids and I never broke that promise, that's why I needed to get one for my own!” he held the still screaming child up a bit more in his arms. “Michael could never run the company, he's a brat, I needed a kid that was a bit better!” He still smiled like this was some sick game.

“I-ill call the police. I'll tell someone, anyone about this.” She looked at him, her breath quickening from the panic. “You can’t get away with this.”

“Oh really? I can’t?” He said feigning a shocked voice before laughing once again. “‘Liza c’mon… you can't believe someone will actually believe you, right? Local celebrity William Afton, a child stealer?” He let out another laugh, this one dark and controlled, not almost hysterical like previously. “I can say how strange you've been acting and make them think you've lost your marbles, then do you think anyone will believe you? I already have a good friend making me his birth certificate, anything that would back up the fact that this kid,” he looked down to the child “is our’s!. Oh sweetheart, I think I already got away with this.”

“Won’t people question where he came from? Why didn't they see me pregnant?”

“Oh I'll just say some excuse obviously, the child isnt yours. I had some woman somewhere else who had the child, you know, blah blah blah.” He waved his hand around again, signaling just how “obvious” his answer is. “And you, the loving mother you are, accepted him into our family with open arms… right sweetheart?” his voice was low and scary.

Beth looked down and considered all her options. She couldnt be here anymore, she couldn't stay with this disgusting excuse for a human being. She couldn’t even look at him anymore.

“I'm leaving. I’m taking Michael and I'm leaving, for good. You can't expect me to stay here, you can't make me.”

“Oh you’re right, I can’t make you stay… i'll just kill you both if you leave!” William said with a smile.

Beth thought she was going to be sick. She had no choice but to stay.

“You’re sick...you’re disgusting.” She spat.

“Oh, honey, you're so kind!”

Beth sat there, thinking for a moment. She was trapped with this man.

“What's his name… what's the childs name?”

“David.”

#phony writes #the phony speaks #HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK SO LONG #pls enjoy #and tell me how i did :)#tw kidnapping #tw death #tw death threats

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bi-robins-club · 4 years

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jason had just settled onto his couch with a jane austen novel and his favourite peach iced tea when damian crept in through his window. he sighed internally and decided to simply ignore him. he had told damian to use the front door (nevermind the fact that jason rarely used the door) and more importantly? he was freaking comfortable. after a few minutes as jason flipped idly through the book, damian cleared his throat. jason sighed again, outwardly this time and reluctantly dragged his eyes up to his youngest brother. baby bat was shivering slightly from the rain outside and jason simply rasied an eyebrow as he sipped at his tea. scowling, dami stomped over to jasons bathroom to dry off. he rolled his eyes. how dramatic. damian was acting like he sentenced titus and alfred the cat to their deaths instead of how he was actually saving jason from deep cleaning his rain soaked carpet. (he was still going to deep clean the carpet the next time he tidied up but still)

when damian stalked back into the room, looking less like a wet, angry kitten and more like a dry, angry kitten, jason titled his head back and established eye contact.

"so what brings you over to my neck of the woods, demon spawn?"

instead of snapping back like jason expected, damian simply stood there looking extremely uncomfortable. he shuffled his feet, opened his mouth then closed it and sat next to jason on the couch he splurged way too much on.

"i don't know how to tell you this" dami began, hesitant "but i believe harper is experiencing thoughts of suicide"

jason jerked up, almost knocking over his tea (and what a damn waste that would be) before fixing damian with a look. he hadnt noticed anything different in roy lately but he knew more than anyone that depression acted strangely and was hard to pinpoint. his mind raced with thoughts of why roy might be suddenly suicidal, from a sudden relapse to not getting a happy meal toy included in his 3.99 box of clogged arteries. "why do you say that, damian?"

"i have been keeping an eye on his health since he became a close confidant to you and last night he said something worrying that i am still not able to parse the meaning of" jason smiled lightly at that, in damian speak he was basically declaring that he cared for roy- if for nothing else than for how happy he made jason. still he shook it off and asked what roy had said that was worrying dami.

"he was patrolling last night" jason knew that. roy had been picking up his patrols since jason had a nasty leg wound. it was the reason he wasn't out tonight. "and he was on the phone with an unknown person, though i am inclined to believe it was either Starfire or Canary" okay, still not surprising "and then he said that the only place he could die happy was between your thighs" oh hello blue screen. yes jasons mind was in the middle of rebooting but could you hurry it along? he almost missed what damian said next. "not only does he wish for death upon himself, he wishes for you to give it to him!"

"damian" jason managed, frantically trying to figure out a way to explain to his baby brother without including his sex life. "uhh its just an expression"

damians face brightened up slightly. "really? he does not wish to smother himself between your thighs?"

"yeah, its like...like just a way to say... mind your business? mmhmm" he struggled to get out, pulling an explanation out of his ass.

"you have told father to mind his business a thousand times but i dont recal you ever using that one. is it new?"

oh god. jason would rather die again than continue this conversation.

"uhh its only used if you're close to someone" jason didnt know what he didnt wrong but dami's eyes widened in clear worry. "i thought you and father were reconnecting? has something happened? are you fighting again?"

well shit. jason had not thought this one through. fuck roy and fuck his mile wide kink that centered around jasons thighs. he was going to kill him. and he wouldnt even use his thighs. "oh nonono dami we're fine, just not as close as me and roy" he hedged, pleading to gods he didnt believe in to stop this conversation with whatever means necessary. strike him dead if need be but *please*. damians eyes narrowed "and exactly how close are you with harper, jason?" jason stared in disbelief. how had his nice relaxing evening turned into such a shitshow? damian was fine with roy when he and jason were just friends but now that he was (correctly) assuming a relationship, his over protective instincts were kicking in? christ. he remembered how when dick and babs finally started dating (again), damian seemingly lost all respect for her and called her an evil harlot more than once.

thankfully he was saved by answering in the form of the best person jason had ever met aka duke thomas. he announced his presence by awkwardly coughing. jason met his dark eyes and mouthed 'help me' over damians head. duke smiled as if it was getting pulled out of him by torture but nodded.

"hey dames, dick wanted you to join him by the docks when you finished up here" damian scowled "cant you see i am clearly not finished yet"

"hah, well dick was facing up against scarecrow and i think he needed some back up but you know him"

"yes, he wont admit he needs help when he very clearly does" damian sighed "very well, ill go check on dick. you stay and question jason. " and with that damian clambered out the window and after he disappeared from sight, jason threw his head back to stare at his ceiling and groaned. duke laughed at him.

"hey daisy duke?" duke grumbled at the nickname and jason cracked a smile "how did you know i needed back up?" duke winced and ran a hand over his dreads. he made a face and jasons soul was slowly draining out of his body. "oh haha funny story" duke rocked back on his feet and faked laughed "damians com was still connected to the channel" jason froze.

"who was on the channel oh my god" duke smiled thinly and his hand paused on his head. "other than me? everyone." jason buried his head in his hands and let out a high pitched whine. duke consolingly rubbed his shoulder. this is why jason loved him. he hadn't even laughed at jason like tim, dick or steph would or started plotting death like damian started to. he and cass would just offer support. jasons favorite brother and sister right here folks. duke sat down beside him

"listen. i know what it's like to be outed when youre not ready and when i heard damian grilling you about roy, i thought i would help" jason turned and stared at his brother. duke was staring at his hands and avoiding eye contact. "i got caught with a boy when i was 15 in high school. its pretty shitty to be gay and poor in a homophobic neighbourhood but its worse to be gay, poor and black." jason knocked shoulders with him. "if you tell me the name of whatever asshat outed you, I'll shoot him for you." duke let out a waterly laugh. "they kept bullying me for being gay but if they even listened, they would have realised that im pan" he joked "its a completely different thing after all". jason snorted

"that was horrible"

duke winced "yeah, it was wasnt it. im bad at this" it was jasons turn to avoid eye contact now.

"talia once caught me with a league operative. a male operative. i was so paranoid for days until i caught shiva leaving her rooms. i got the courage to tell her i was bi and she just patted my cheek and asked how my training was going."

duke huffed out a laugh. "bruce gives you shit but i for one think your lesbians moms are cool"

jason laughed with him "just wait until you meet Ducra. shes a badass"

"ducra?" he questioned with a weird look. "how many moms do you actually have? i knew about diana and your assassin moms but thats a new name" jason burst into laughter at the expression on dukes face. "its not fair man. steph is the only other one with a mom and you have four! you need to share" jason choked on his laughter and shoved duke.

"first of all, its only *three*. ducra is like my badass abuela"

"dont you already have a badass grandma? have you forgotten about Ma Gunn? she threatened to shoot bruce in the dick last week!"

"yes well excuse you i need strong female role models in my life, fuck you" the two of them continued to joke around for a little while longer before jason caught a flash of black kelvar outside his window and sighed. duke followed his eyes and smiled before patting jasons shoulder and pushing off. "have fun with the one strong male role model in your life. im going to see if cass needs help" both of them knew that cass wouldn't need help but jason accepted the excuse for what it was. "me and steph are still coming over to study tomorrow. college is kicking my ass and i need you to explain this English assignment to me"

jason scoffed "im not writing your essay for you"

"eh worth a try. bye jace" duke gave a two fingered salute and slipped out the window. jason took the brief reprieve to sip his tea and mourned when he discovered the ice had melted and watered down the peach taste. for the third time that night, someone crept into his window. oh well. third times the charm right? jason wasn't going to acknowledge bruce until he said something himself. it was a repeat of damian. jasom read his book as it got increasingly uncomfortable.

"jason."

"bruce" jason drawled, not lifting his eyes from his book. bruce grunted like the neanderthal he was and jason finally huffed out a heaving breath before marking his page and looking up. bruce looked supremely uncomfortable. actually his face looked exceedingly neutral but jason knew how to read bruce and that was the brow furrow of how do i deal with jason without fucking it up? jason was well famailairsed with that one.

"you know i love you" jasons own eyebrows rose. bruce only said 'i love you' like four times a year tops. and he usually never wasted it on jason. bruce deflated at whatever face jason must have made. goddamn it. this was why jason always fought with bruce with his helmet on, he couldnt control his facial expressions for shit. "no you dont know that." bruce smiled thinly and to jasons suprise, quickly crossed the room and knelt, placing his hands on jasons shoulders.

"even if you dont believe it, and its my own fault that you do and i hate that i ever caused you to even doubt my love for you, i swear that i do, jay lad" jason was completely frozen. he had expected bruce to yell at him for letting roy go unchecked on patrol last night and how irresponsible he was yada yada, not this declaration of feelings that he had no clue how to deal with. he couldnt remember the last time bruce called him that. it had to have been when he was still in those scaly green panties and pixie boots. and not the adult verison that jason picked up from a halloween store on a whim just to see roys eyes.

bruce sighed and drew jason into a hug. when bruces shoulder started getting wet, jason was horrified to realise he was crying. "i wanted you to know that i wouldnt love you any less for loving a man. but you have to know that i love you in the first place for that to happen" bruce said self deprecating.

"shut the fuck up" jason said sniffling and gripping his dads back. "i hate you"

bruce laughed softly at him before pressing a kiss to the side of jasons head. "i want you to know that i expect roy-and you- over at dinner on sunday. i need to meet the man that stole my babys heart" he murmured. jason laughed wetly "youve already met roy, you just want to con me into actually coming to family dinner"

bruce smiled "that was before i knew you two were dating. roy needs to know what hes getting into" jason leaned back enough to stare into bruces eyes and weakly punched him in the chest "dont threaten my boyfriend. he refused to look at me for two weeks after t was done with him" bruce sighed longingly "its times like this when i remember what caused me to love talia in the first place."

"bruce!" the aforementioned man laughed and hugged jason tightly before stepping back a few steps. "Sunday dinner. you and roy. 8 pm." on a whim jason reached out and snagged bruces hand. "hey" he started, swallowing "you wanna stay for a while? we could watch a movie or something" bruces eyes softened and he nodded. "let me change out of the suit."

and if roy had crept in after patrol only to see jason napping on his dads chest to a shitty action movie playing in the background and took several pictures, well that bruces fault for not waking up when roy stumbled it. (nevermind the fact that bruce had every single one of those pictures saved on his phone) (nevermind the fact that after roy put his phone away, he was greeted to the sight of batman glaring at him as he twisted a batarang around his fingers. it was sorta ruined by the fact that jasons curls was hiding the lower half of his face but roy was still adequately terrified)

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wolferals · 4 years

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👄 whiskey lips*👄

arón piper imagine

„Hey y/n... shh wake up."

I was woken by someone shaking my shoulder.

It was Alvaro, I figured after opening my eyes and being hit by the sunlight right into em.

„Huh?" I asked tired and slowly sat up.

Thats when I realized I really had fallen asleep at the beach.

I slowly looked around and saw that the boys were gone.

„The guys are back at the house. You are burned."

He spoke in his cute accent.

I scanned my body and saw that, in fact, i was really red. Well I didnt use sunscreen because I just came down to the beach to bring Arón his phone which he had forgotten. Then we ended up splashing each other in the water and then I unfortunately fell asleep.

„Yeah. Uh thanks for waking me. Let's go."

I got up, grabbed my bag and walked next to Alvaro back up to the house Ally, their manager, had rented for us for a couple of days to get some rest from all the traveling lately.

„When did the guys leave?"

I asked Alvaro when we walked up the stairs.

„Like uhm... 10 minutes ago."

I nodded. „Okay."

Alvaro and I didnt really talk the rest of the walk. Not because we dont like each other, it was more because Alvaro was a rather shy guy and so was I. So no one ever started a conversation.

I do like Alvaro, but i feel like we just dont have too much in common.

When we arrived at the house I walked in first, directly to my room to immediately moisturize my skin from the already burned incident.

Then I took off my bikini and put on a comfy bra, a big shirt and some shorts before walking downstairs meeting the guys in the living room.

Arón, Itzan and Omar were shirtless, for whatever reason. I mean Miguel and Alvaro survived as well even tho they were wearing shirts.

„Hey sleeping beauty, uh damn u got burned."

Itzan said and put away his phone looking at me grinning.

„Didnt you use any sunscreen?"

Omar asked then and started laughing like crazy seeing my beetroot red face.

„Noo, because I never meant to fall asleep. Why didnt any of you wake me?"

-„Arón wanted to but we felt bad because you were sleeping like a baby."

Aw he wanted to wake me because Arón knew I would get burned, i told him before.

„Well..." was all I was able to say before Itzan pulled me down at my shorts making me sit next to him on the couch with me legs on his lap. „So girl, how you doin in general?"

Itzan grinned at me, then touching my cheek trying to feel up my sunburned skin.

„Im okay."

-„Can we watch a movie and order some food?"

I then suggested and looked at all the guys.

„Actually Omar cooked for us. But for a movie Im totally in. Lord of the Rings?"

Arón words made me smile. He remembered how much I loved Lord of the rings.

The rest of the guys apparently noticed mine and Arón's staring because they started making kissing noises and i heard stuff like „uhh guys hitting it off hard" of „Arón get her".

We all started laughing and Itzan grabbed my leg and said:"Yo Arón, she's my babe tho, u can have her but first u gotta pass me."

I hit him in the shoulder. Not for the „she's mine", for the „u can have her".

I've always seen Arón as an amazing guy. He's beautiful as hell, has the nicest personality ever, is caring and loving yet he hasnt had a good girlfriend at all.

Thats why he's mostly really awkward around me, he just doesnt know how to behave around a girl. Especially a girl that keeps staring at him, preserving his beauty.

„Alright let's watch a movie."

Miguel spoke and we set up the movie and Alvaro brought in the food spreading it within us.

About an hour into the first movie my head kept falling down and my eyes got really heavy. I felt bad because they were watching the movie because of me but i got so tired that I just got up and said:"I'm gonna go sleep. Nighty guys."

-„Ey! No kiss for papá?" Omar asked confused grabbing my arm.

„No way. You'll get a hug but thats it."

He seemed pissed but nodded. So I gave him a hug, said good night to the rest of the boys and headed upstairs.

The moment I opened the bathroom door I heard a „Wait"

from behind me.

„Arón." i smiled.

„Whats up?"

He came up to me and asked rather shyly:"Might I get a goodnight hug too?"

I smiled even wider from all his cuteness.

I took a step closer to him and pulled him in a nice warm hug. He put his arms around my waist and held me really close for a while, giving me the opportunity to inhale his sweet scent of the chocolate he had eaten before.

„Buenas noches y/n." he then whispered and smiled at me.

„Goodnight Arón." i giggled and entered the bathroom real quick.

I have never giggled from anything a guy has said.

What is he doing to me?

Without thinking about it, I got ready for bed. When I changed into my pants I noticed something in my back pocket.

It was a little note saying:"You looked pretty today."

Was that from Arón? But it seems more like something Miguel would say. I was wearing those pants sleeping at the beach, so everyone could've put it in my pocket tho...

I then walked to my room, snuggled into bed and watched some videos before putting my phone aside and turning off the lights.

I still heard the guys downstairs but I just ignored it and tried to sleep. Unfortunately I couldn't because they were talking really loud, so I slowly headed back downstairs.

„Hey uh guys?"

They all turned around to look at me.

„Could you please keep it down a little bit?"

They nodded and Alvaro said:"Of course y/n. Everything for you."

This led to even more noise coming from the guys.

All except Arón.

Where was he?

„Night."

I went back to my room and kept staring into the dark, still thinking about the note. I dont know the guys' handwritings so it really could've been everyone.

And still i was wondering where Arón had been.

Something that second made me get up to walk to his room.

I knocked at the door lightly and got a „yeah" response.

I slowly opened the door and saw Arón sitting on his bed with a lot of polaroids in front of him.

„Hey?" he spoke, which sounded a little bit like a question. „I didnt know you collected polaroids."

Before he could answer I sat next to him on the bed, looking at the photos.

„Yeah uh my mom got me a polaroid camera for my birthday and i kind of like to capture moments on instant film."

This simple fact made me go crazy. I've always been a big fan of polaroid cameras, i had 4 to be honest:D

„Thats amazing."

I looked into his eyes and saw the sincere agreement in his brown puppy eyes.

„Can I take a picture of you?"

He then asked rather shyly and smiled at me.

I laughed a little embarrassed because i really hate it when people take pictures of me.

„O-okay." I answered and smiled back.

-„Smile for me." Arón took a camera and held it in front of me.

„No wait."

-„yeah?"

I laughed again and said:"Lets take one together."

He hesitated for a second but then agreed and I sat right next to him.

„Alright, ready?"

I looked at him smiling and nodded before looking back at the camera.

-„I,2,3."

And the flash went off. Seconds later the instax wide film came out of the camera and I took it with my left hand.

„Dont shake it." Arón said.

I gave him a serious look and spoke:"I know. I have a polaroid myself."

He grinned, then took the picture out of my hand and we kept staring at it as it was developing.

When it was clear i started smiling. I was smiling into the camera while Arón stuck his tongue out looking at me.

It was honestly super cute.

„Here." He gave it back to me.

„You keep it."

I smiled ever wider but then said:"No its your film. You bought it, that shit is expensive."

Arón grinned again and then simply added:"No you keep the picture and in return we take some more with my phone, then i got some too."

Laughing I agreed. He took his phone and we started taking some selfies.

At first we really took it serious to take some pretty pictures but at some point we didnt care anymore and were just goofying around.

„I love this one." i laughed and scrolled through his phone.

I was having a lot of fun and I guess Arón did too because I have never seen this guy so happy. Laughing all the time and he literally got out of his comfort zone I could see that.

Usually he was really serious but right now he was relaxed and seemed to be happy.

Which made me happy since I knew about his past and all.

„Send them to me!" I laughed and looked at him as he was looking at the pictures himself. He was honestly so beautiful, jesus christ.

„Do u think the guys are still downstairs?"

He asked without looking up.

„Should we check?"

-„Yeah."

Arón and I then walked through the hallway. The guys made some noise so they were obviously still downstairs.

„Hey guys." I said and jumped onto the couch sitting next to Omar.

„I thought u wanted to sleep dude." He hit Arón in the leg as he sat down as well.

„Yeah but i couldnt. I met Y/n on the hallway when I went to the bathroom and we decided to join u guys again."

Wait what?

He really denied hanging out with me. Was he embarrassed?

„Nice. We actually wanted to hit this beach bar in 30. Do you guys want to come with us?"

Miguel spoke.

Im actually not a big fan of partying but right now i was bored as hell and since i love dancing, why not?

„Im in." i said.

All the boys looked at me in confusion because I usually never go out with me. They know how much I hate clubs and alcohol.

„Wow okay. Arónsky?"

Arón shook his head.

„Oh come on dude. Even y/n is going."

-„Nah I'm not in the mood to partying."

I looked at Arón and decided to work my female charme to make him go with us. „Aróny, please come with us. For me."

The guys started groaning again but Arón started laughing.

„Alright. But no one is going to make me drink anything tonight."

So we got up to get ready for the beach party event we saw a sign of.

„Back in the living room in 30 okay party people?"

Omar ordered and we all went into our rooms.

After 10 minutes of staring at my closet I decided to wear a boho dress Ive bought recently. Since it was very hot out still I only needed the dress and some shoes.

I then applied some make up, not too much though, and put my hair into a half up bun.

Then I went downstairs where I met Itzan looking just fine as always. I gasped because he looked so good. The loose shirt made him look even broader.

„Damn girl u look hot."

He grinned and put some dished into the sink.

„I could say the same about you Itzan."

He laughed a little and then came up to me.

„I like it, a lot actually."

He scanned my body, making me slightly uncomfortable.

„Thanks." i whispered and looked to the ground.

„Nah come on, look at me."

He lifted my chin with his thumb. When my eyes met his soft brown ones he smiled and mumbled:"You'll dance with me tonight, im telling you."

I laughed a little, of course I would dance with this guy. He's a god on the dance floor and I could learn a lot from him.

„Oyy guys." I immediately stepped back and turned around.

„Oh y/n lookin good!" Omar cheered and came down to us.

„Thanks." I smiled and then sat onto the couch with my phone in my hands.

„Alright I'm done." I heard Arón's voice coming from the stairs.

Fuck he looked good. Itzan looked hot, yeah, but Arón's outfit gave me chills everywhere.

„Wow." i whispered and looked at him.

Apparently I said it louder than i thought because Omar started making kissing noises again and Arón looked down slightly embarrassed.

Fuck...

„Chicos y Chica, estamos aquí."

Alvaro and Miguel ran downstairs looking good as well.

„Alright lets hit the party."

Itzan grabbed my hand and pulled me with him, outside the house.

„Jeez Itz. Chill. Im coming."

He laughed with his funny dirty laugh and started running down the stairs to the beach with me on his arm.

„Guys hurry up!" he yelled back to the guys who were just laughing at his eager running.

When we all had arrived at the bar we already heard some good latin music playing and people dancing.

„See u later guys, y/n follow me."

-„Wait what?"

Before I understood what was going on, Itzan had pulled me with him to the bar.

„Have a drink and then we'll dance." I laughed and nodded. „Alright, but only one. I hate being drunk."

Itzan knew that I hated it so he understood and ordered me a Sex on the beach. (Classic him:D)

For himself he got a Bacardi-Cola and some shot I didnt even know.

„And go." We chugged our drinks really fast and once the glasses were empty, he pulled me (again) to the dance floor. He started moving his hips right away and I was feeling a little uncomfortable but after a while I got more and more fluent in my motions and at some point Itzan and I were grinding against each other (in a non-sexual way tho) and I was having a lot of fun.

Itzan was such an amazing dancer and guy but still i had feelings for Arón and i definitely wanted to dance with him after that. Itzan spun me around so his stomach was touching my back. I could feel his abs just right and his breath against my neck.

„Me gusta como tu mueves tus caderas baby." he whispered in my ear giving me chills.

I didnt understand what he said since I dont speak Spanish yet he turned me on somehow.

But no! I like Arón, not Itzan.

„Do you want to get out of here hun?"

I immediately turned around and looked at Itzan who was biting his lower lip.

„Itz I'm sorry... But i honestly like Arón a lot and uh I dont want to hurt you, you're amazing at dancing but dont hate me for saying that."

He smiled and answered against the loud music:"I knew you liked him. Even though you're beautiful as hell and I'd love to have u as well. But im fine, you go girl. Get your man." Once I turned around I saw Arón dancing with a girl.

And it was not just dancing, they were basically all over each other. He met my eyes, looked at me for a second and then didnt even hesitate and grabbed her face to kiss her.

My mouth fell open and I stared at them kissing for a while before something in my brain reacted without thinking.

I turned back to Itzan and pressed my lips onto his. He kissed back immediately and i put both of my hands on his half exposed chest.

Then I turned us over so I could watch Arón in the corner of my eye. He did the same. We were kissing other people but staring into each others souls like we're crazy.

But he started it. And i wouldnt be ready to make him win. I pulled away from Itzan, bit my lower lip and said:“Lets go."

He grinned, grabbed my hand again and we left the party. I turned around, meeting Arón's look once again. He looked confused.

Well i wasnt planning on sleeping with Itzan, i just wanted Arón to believe i would.

We walked away from the beach party until I spoke:"Can we please just go somewhere else? I need to get away for a little." He looked at you in confusion but then seemed to read your face and nodded. „Claro." You two then made your way back to the house where your plan was to turn on some music and have your own party.

The second you had entered your bedroom to get changed, you heard the front door open and a girls laugh downstairs. Immediately you walked out the room again and looked down to see Arón kissing that same girl from the party. No, no, no! You swallowed and thought about it for a while but then decided to destroy this. You knew he was playing. Quickly you made your way downstairs and coughed to make them both look at you. „Hey." you spoke with a fake pissed tone. „Baby who the fuck is she?"

Arón looked at you confused. „Baby?" the girl asked and looked between the two of you.

„Your girlfriend?"

You then walked towards her and spoke:"Yes, bitch get the hell outta here."

Before saying anything else she left the house, looking very pissed.

„What the fuck y/n?" Arón walked up to you and grabbed your arm. For a bit you just looked at him and then did something you couldnt believe alcohol had made you do. You grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. Just like this. He kissed back but seemed to hesitate a bit.

The kiss didnt last too long because he pulled away eventually.

„You bitch." he spoke and it shocked you. His face was straight and he stepped back. But he then started to grin and you calmed down again. He didnt actually mean it.

„You did this shit with Itzan to make me jealous hm?" He came closer to you, making you step backwards. „Hm?" he asked again

You swallowed. He was so fucking hot.

„Maybe."

He grinned and pushed you further backwards until your back hit the kitchen counter.

„Speechless much hm y/n?"

His cockiness turned you on.

You just shook your head. „No."

Before you knew, his whiskey lips were back on yours, making you close your eyes.

He basically owned you that moment. And it was all you wanted.

After pulling away he grabbed your hand and wanted to pull you out the house. „What are you-?"

He laughed and leaned down to whisper in your ear:"We're going back to the beach but this time you'll be grindin that ass on me alright?"

#elite #aronpiper #cute #preference #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #smut #hot

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xxanimecoolgirlxx · 3 years

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More Tragedy of Magenta and Blue stuff cause I can- This is going to be shorter than what I usually do

Rubescent cried out as she felt the blunt back end of Magenta’s scythe strike her in the gut, leaving her on the ground, groaning in pain. Magenta stood over the young girl, a stern glare with no form of pity in sight.

“Pathetic. And to think you actually believe yourself worthy of joining our cause. At this point, it isn’t even laughable. It’s just sad.” Magenta said.

The glare didn’t soften any when Rubescent got up from the ground for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, getting back into a fighting stance despite her badly bruised body screaming at her to just stay down.

Magenta didn’t even spare her another word as they went back to sparring. This had been going on for the entire week, ever since Rubescent had been introduced to Magenta by Blue. Apparently the two had met months prior, sneaking off behind Magenta’s back to hang about and such. She didn’t see why Blue felt he had to sneak around her, if he simply wanted a little temporary pest to hang about with to cure his boredom, he should’ve just told her as much and skipped the theatrics.

But now he came to her saying that this spoiled little brat from the local nobility wants to join their cause despite very clearly being as battle hardy as a fragile kitten and the self awareness of a baby lamb, no. It wouldn’t do. It would be a waste of resources to have dead weight around, let alone if she becomes a distraction to her younger brother. Which brings her to her next point.

Magenta doubted that Rubescent even wanted to join them for their goal in destroying their father, no, Rubescent had told her she wanted to be there for Blue, that it wasn’t healthy for both him and her to be on This crusade by themselves. As if she knew what was best for Blue than she did. Blue didn’t need someone that would hold him back, make him weak, hurt him with their incompetence. They didnt need ‘friends’ or ‘close ones’. All they needed were allies and pawns to use when needed and discard without any pesky emotions getting in the way. It won’t matter though, she’ll just get this nuisance out of the way to save everyone the trouble.

Magenta had to admit, Rubescent was a quick learner, having somewhat learned Magenta’s attack patterns, she was learning how to parry, and even managed to get a few hits in on her. She was starting to get good at avoiding her as well. Her adaptability was a bit noticeable. But it was all too little, too futile, too pathetic to make any difference. With another swift kick to the side of her head made the redhead girl fall back down to the ground.

Magenta stood over her, a firm foot stomping onto Rubescent stomach to hold her still as she raised her scythe before swinging it down. Before it could hit its intended target, a sickle blocked the attack, inches away from Rubescent’s eye.

Magenta glared up at the wielder of the sickle, her younger brother Blue as he glared back at her.

“You said this was a sparring match, not an execution.” Blue said.

“It is a sparring match. I was merely testing if she could move out of the way in time before I could strike her. Seeing that she needed your help, it proves how much of a burden she truly is.”

Magenta then glanced down at Rubescent, who looked like she was just barely holding back her tongue but glancing back up at Blue

“I know you enjoy being surrounded by inferiors, Blue, but to keep them around in our quest will only have negative results in the long run. They’ll only end up as expendable anyways, no need to get attached to them anyways.” Magenta said.

Blue grit his teeth and tried to keep as much calm as he could. “She is not expendable. She is not just some resource for us to use and discard whenever we want. Nobody is. She wants to help us because she cares, she genuinely wants things to change, and besides. She has other strong suits beside strength. She’s quick, she’s cunning and she’s clever. You should’ve seen how she dealt with those guards that were after me back when I was sneaking through the town, or how she can impersonate nearly anyone she meets, or how quick on her feet she is. She has other talents other than pure combat that could be useful! It’s your fault that you can’t see that.” Blue said.

Magenta rolled her eyes. “If she can’t survive a simple sparring match with me, she won’t survive out there with us. She isn’t coming with us.” She said.

Rubescent finally spoke up, which took both of them off guard, seeing how badly bruised and beaten she was.

“You think you’re clever, hmm? I know what you’re doing. This isn’t about my ability to survive or even me in general. Even if I’m so incompetent, what would be the harm in just using me for as a throwaway or an expendable like Blue always said you’d do for anyone you saw as less than. No, it has nothing to do with that. You’re just trying to isolate Blue aren’t you? You can’t handle that he might actually want some companionship and not a bunch of sycophants ready to die for him at a moment’s notice!” She yelled out.

Magenta looked visibly agitated at the accusations as she pointed her scythe at her.

“Watch your tongue.” Magenta warned, but Rubescent kept going.

“You truly think you’re doing what’s best for him, but in reality all your doing is pushing him away from you. You think controlling and destroying his social life will make him better in the long run, but it isn’t. If you keep this up, I’m not sure if he’ll become any better than your father. Hell, you’re already so much like Death, but don’t try pushing that poison onto your brother as well!”

Magenta was about to approach Rubescent when Blue stepped in her way, her sickles ready in hand. Magenta paused, her pale face red, barely containing the anger she felt before she turned away.

“Simpleton.” She growled “I do what’s best for me and my brother. We are NOTHING like that fool we have to call a father. But go on, but just know you won’t always be able to rely on my brother singing your praises to save yourself.” Magenta then stormed off, leaving the two 12 year olds alone.

Blue immediately went to Rubescent’s side, looking over her injuries. “Christ, why didn’t you just forfeit the matches earlier. You knew she wasn’t going to go easy on you.” Blue said. Rubescent just shook her head.

“And just let her see me as a coward and hold it against me? No. Not for a minute.” Rubescent said, she struggled to get up until Blue helped her to her feet.

“I apologize on my sisters behalf. She’s been more.. intense like this ever since we escaped our father’s palace when we were very young. She never could act her age because of the constant dangers we were in. It’s all been a lot for her.” Blue rambled. Rubescent nearly scoffed.

“So have you, yet you don’t treat others as something less than human. I know what you and her have gone through must’ve been worse than what I’ll ever know, and although it explains what goes on in her psyche, it shouldn’t ever excuse it.” Rubescent said.

“But..Our father’s grip on her had always been tighter on her than onto me. He twisted her mind in a way he hadn’t truly gotten a chance with me-.” Blue was cut off.

“Please, stop making excuses for her. I don’t doubt that all that is true, in fact, based on what I’ve seen, it’s most likely the definite truth, but you two justifying her actions won’t help her, or you. It’ll only make things worse”

Blue wanted to say something else, but ultimately just dropped the conversation altogether.

“Here, lets just get you patched up.”

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revolutionary girl utena review

ep 1-5

the plot is actually kinda different from what I thought ?? in my mind the plot was: utena was a girl in a princess school who each and every princess would be "conquered" (for a lack of better words rn) in a ceremonial duel by a prince who fancied them, maybe she didnt wanna wanna marry anyone or she liked Anthy already but anyway in my mind utena showed up in the ceremony with duel clothing and then, in a very brave tm like-scene, she would openly declare she refused to be conquered by anyone and tbh I'm not even sure how Anthy would come into the plot... but back into what actually happened in the episodes everything so far is very introductory and just showing what mechanics will be explored further down the line I think?? the op is really good too

also every boy so far reminds me so much of knights of the zodiac?? maybe it's just the design I guess...) and nanami can get these hands, jealousy is a disease and she's the sickest person on earth for all I know

dont ask me why bit I just feel like room of mirrors - gfriend has a very well fitting vibe for it but I'm not exactly sure why hm.... 🤔🤔

ep 6-12

ok so why does this school just have random animals around 😐 I could understand the horse but a bull and a kangaroo?? what ...

touga just says the most random dramatic things and then just casually says anyone who believes in friendship is a fool ?? the guy wouldnt last a day in the naruto universe tbh, he kinda irks me in some way but I'm not sure why so I'll live with this strange feeling for a while I guess

↳ okay so watching ep 10 made me especially kinda creeped out, I know I've watched only 10 eps so far but like can he fall downstairs and break a neck or something already ...

also haha what if I watched that bet on it fmv and gave myself a bunch of spoilers would that be funny or what 😍 this is why i cant have nice things yall.... hope my memory goes to shit when sleep so I dont remember about it this week while I finish it

I feel like the main thing on the episodes are parallels, one way or another I always feel like they're setting up parallels and giving me clues for a bigger picture and a deeper plot arc that is still to come and the bet on it fmv just made this impression stronger, also I wanna say it's done in a good way, one that is both mysterious (??) and "honey you've got a big storm coming" at the same time 🤔🤔 much to think about honestly

↳ just saw ep 11 and even though I already knew this was coming sooner or later it still felt like crap seeing utena lose to dick head, at the end of the episode when he says anthy was always just reflecting utena's own wishes for himemiya (in another way bc I dont remenber the exact words) it felt like 😐 bc yes I knew that (the way she was working her thoughts was simply a copy and paste of what utena was saying) at all time I kept those essays about anthy in my head, I dont think theyll be truly relatable to what I'm seeing rn but yeah anthy rights (even though I know you betray/cheat on utena down the line bc of the bet on it fmv but I'm sure you had your own motivation)

↳ saw ep 12 bc I just couldnt handle being in a cliffhanger and yeah it happened what I absolutely thought it would lmao not that it was that difficult to foresee but yeah, I kinda liked how utena did it for her instead of being like "oh I wanna save anthy from touga" and treating her like a damsel in distress (I know that's kinda her position as the rose bride for what I've been told so far and that this is a subject spoken about in many many essays on tumblr but yeah) bc so far she's been treated as a trophy and a way to get something else, for the green haired guy it was a way to see something eternal, for miki it was a way to hold on into his "shining thing" and for touga it seems (so far) like a way to manipulate (just like he does with nanami) and just mark his position as above everyone else as he seems to view himself?? man I might be saying random stuff rn but it kinda does makes sense in my mind with the information I've had to this point

ep 13-25

honestly 😐😐 through 9 whole episodes I felt like they were trying to make the side characters deeper and show their hidden face and motivations but it felt so shallow...... not even actually shallow, just not deep enough that it would make me care about these characters and the fact there was no actual build to showing us why we're getting to know these characters backgrounds was just kinda meh too, didnt really help that all episodes had all the same formula and the same timing just for the developers made in those episodes be forgotten at the end and also just that pink haired guy could be like "ah failure again", it felt like watching the same episode over and over again, it was really tiring and like?? girl help I do not care about these characters at all, I feel like it could have been done well (like the keiko ep in comparison to the furuba chapter that deals with the yuki appreciation (??) club president graduating.... the way this ep was done and setup didn't really bring me any emotions) overall not to my taste and tbh I feel like I could have skipped all those episodes except for maybe the miki and juri one so 😑

all nanami focused episodes are the worst so far, she's so boring and I cant stand now annoying she is, the diary episode?? the cow episode?? the episode when tsuwabiki fuels with utena?? honestly I know they're trying to show me a better and different side of her but it just doesnt!! work!! bc i feel no sympathy for her, my biggest wish rn is her and touga just disappearing and no more filler episodes🗣🗣

I thought akio was utena's prince?? but apparently he's just anthy's brother and like.. I'm do done with his little talks with utena and yadda yadda, I just wanna see their duel is that too much to ask I'm dying over here (if this lenga lenga continues until ep 25 i will be so mad bc why were so many episodes wasted on such boring and and not necessary side characters backstories?? idc about them at all man aaaaaaaaaa)

↳ ep 25 was good finally we got what we deserve boys 😭😭😭😭😭 can utena just beat up akio already I'm tired of his ass, he exhales both "I'm a feminist I even take women studies classes #herstory" and "if she breathes she's a thot" energy also he has 0 style that mullet is simply horrible I bet there's a hairstylist community who considers him a criminal bc like 😐 it is simply so bad (q bit less when it's tied up but when it's all lose jesus Christ)

also touga thinks he's suuuuch a genius, sooo smart like king, I do not care about you at all can you shut the fuck up please and can we tall about the pink haired guy episode?? wack. honestly thought it would be more emotional or something, I binge watched 12 episodes with his ugly haircut face and did not even feel a thing he can choke I guess ��\_(ツ)_/¯

ANTHY TAKING A SWORD OUT OF UTENA'S CHEST??? OSCAR WORTHY KINGS❗❗❗and then her lame ass brother being like "oh ho ho idk idk" shut up no one cares no one cares I swear to you no one cares shut uuuuup

ep 25-39

first of all, ep 25 was good but kinda reminded me of the nine episodes (13 until 21) where absolutely nothing interesting happened so I hope I'm wrong also can I just say just seeing the preview of the next episode made me roll my eyes so bad I almsot saw my brain?? bc yeah I'm fucking tired of nanami fosuced episodes she's so annoying oh my god nobody cares about a goddamn egg and much less one coming from her let her die or something pls she's so annoying there's nothing I've learned about her that was not against my own will I'm basically rotting over here 🤒

↳ ep 30 has me thinking Akio has a foot fetish or something 😐 bruh leave utena aloooooone I already know your plans and schemes you're not fooling anyone that's embarrassing for u and also... utena you're not very bright are you.... you start seeing every duelist you face with the same exact car and then when you see akio has the same car you didnt even stop to think about it that 1+1 equals 2 ... girl help yourself 😐

↳ yet again another nanami focused ep 😐😐😐😐😐 even though I do understand her better now I still don't find her particularly enjoyable to watch, call me a woman hater but like. idk she's still a bit annoying to me (but touga is straight up evil and is manipulating her so I feel bad for feeling like that tho.....)

↳ ok last 2 eps to go but listen. I thought the akio duel would have happened much sooner, maybe on ep 33 max but well didn't this age well lmao ngl, it did seem a bit too slow paced for my personal taste but also I feel like there's a certain level of drama that comes with slowing the pace down....

↳ aaaaaa yall I'm kinda 😢😭 over the ending omg........... even though it took the best of me to keep going in some parts I still enjoyed the ending aaaaa I thought i wouldnt really like it bc I just usually dont enjoy this type of ending but stil 😢😢😢😢 wait for me utena 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 girl I cried and then anthy walking in the end god utena and anthy holding hands 😭😭😭😭 akio can suck my dick

there's obviously many things I've missed or that I kinda didnt really pay attendance to so please dont take this serious, I was just writing as I watched the episodes so it's more like a thought compilation than anything, still I can see why there's many essays written about it and why it is held as a masterpiece by so many people

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SnK S3E18 Poll Results (Manga Reader Version)

The poll closed with 381 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results of the manga reader poll. Anime only watchers are suggested not to read if you do not wish to be spoiled about certain events! Anime only viewers, click here to view your poll results!

RATE THE EPISODE 363 Responses

This was considered a very emotional episode for many viewers, but also highly praised. A majority 86.8% of viewers rated the episode 5/5, with only a few less thrilled viewers.

beautiful episode

Attack on Feels at its finest yet again

It felt slightly underwhelming, but I don't think it couldn't have been considering how great the previous episode was

I cried so much, but I liked it a lot.

Brilliant and excruciating

the most emotionally impactful episode for me so far. it was perfectly done

Awful, fast-paced, and just a statement that Araki wanted to get this out of the way before he could very probably put his eremika fillers. Him cutting out Reienr's tears is unforgivable. It lessens his relationship with bert when the fucking back-bump was a highlight of the OP.

Best of the season

Powerful episode with excellent voice acting.

It was absolutely perfect!

It was so emotional and dramatic, this show keeps getting better and better

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF THE EPISODE? 371 Responses

A number of notable moments split the chart into several nearly even pieces. In fact, 16.2% of respondents could not decide their favorite moment. 12.7% did favor watching Levi make his final choice, with Levi and Hange saying their goodbyes to Erwin, Hange’s speech, and the 104th holding Armin in the 9%’s.

Shirtless Armin really waters my crops

This episode was DEVASTATING. OnoD had only one line, but even that one, all soft and weak that made the Commander sound so *human*... I was practically sobbing. And the look on Levi's face just. Just ended me.

Eren and Mikasa's pain was beautifully done. Kaji Yuuki is an absolute marvel, his voice is always dripping with emotion and Eren's pain brought me to tears, too. Not to mention Mikasa's wail...

WHICH SEIYUU WAS THE MVP THIS EPISODE? 366 Responses

Of course, such emotional performances should be credited to the talented voice acting. 36.6% of respondents believe all of them deserve equal praise. 25.1% thought Eren’s seiyuu, Yuki Kaji, was MVP for this episode, followed by 17.8% Yui Ishikawa, who plays Mikasa.

Thanks to the voice actors it had more impact than the manga. I cried for Levi, who had to make the hardest decision of his life.

Yoooo i made a post on reddit appreciating Zeke's VA but he didn't get included in the VA list ;_;

i am a hardcore dub over sub person and yuki kaji had me in tears. SUPER phenomenal voice performance in this episode, jesus christ.

Might’ve been the best ensemble voice acting I’ve ever seen in anything and that included movies. Eren’s, Mikasa, and Levi’s performances were phenomenal. Also, Erwin and Bertholdt’s voiceactors made their deaths that much more impactful.

Great VA work. Growing increasingly attached to floch character because his VA is so good.

Regarding the voice actors this episode, everyone did an awesome job and I expect EreMika to take top place. I chose Hange though because this episode showed new sides of her and it felt like she had a bigger variety of emotions to display. From the relentless wish to kill a titan, which was something uncharacteristic of her usual self, to the strong and determined ""It was my decision"" and then her desperate and vulnerable speech, and finally, her worn-out ""He's already dead."

I may have said all the voice actors were MVP this episode(they are tbh lol added a lot to this already emotional episode) but Mikasa's crying omg I FELT THAT

Hands down to the voice actors this episode, man. They deserve all the praise they can get. 🙌

THIS EPISODE HAD A PROFOUND LACK OF BACKGROUND MUSIC. DO YOU THINK THIS WAS THE CORRECT DECISION ON THE PART OF THE ANIME TEAM? 369 Responses

The majority of the episode had minimal or no background music. 71% of respondents were especially supportive of the decision, with 19.2% who were simply content. The rest would have preferred some more soundtracks or didn’t even notice at all.

It was a great decision, we could focus on what was the most important during those scenes - pure emotion in an outstanding performance by the VA's.

I feel like a track could've been placed during Hange's speech, but otherwise I liked the silence

thanksArminTitan ruined everything

It creeped me out so much. Awful yet good

It was great. But it could also have been great with music so I don't know if it was a good choice.

The silence made it feel eerie, you were able to hear the sizzling body in the background.

THE LACK OF AN OP WAS AN EXCELLENT DECISION. JUST HEARING SHIGASHINA BURNING? EXCELLENT DECISION.

This episode destroyed me! I was nearly in tears during the whole episode and finally shed tears once the music started playing at the end 😭

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT HANGE’S SPEECH? 371 Responses

Hange’s monologue about loss tugged a lot of heart strings. 35.8% of respondents preferred seeing the flashback of Moblit’s sacrifice. 33.2% liked everything Hange had to say, while 20.8% favored the hug between Hange and Mikasa.

WHO DO YOU FEEL WAS OBJECTIVELY THE BETTER PERSON TO REVIVE? 370 Responses

The decision between Armin and Erwin’s survival split the participants’ responses near evenly, though 47.3% thought the best objective choice was to revive Erwin, while 42.4% thought Armin was a better choice. (A small 10.3% thought neither were good options, you monsters!)

I want to say that depends on what sort of objectively we are looking for. Are we looking at it from an in character perspective? Then yes, I would've chosen Erwin. However, if we are looking at it from a story analysis/out of universe perspective, I feel Erwin should always have died, as Armin, in my opinion, has more potential for an additional narrative arc (though his character development would also have been perfect if he had died there) but also through Erwin's death, a lot more people gained new development (Levi, Hange, Armin obviously, Floche to some degree, to some degree the rest of the 104th) that I feel is much more important from a narrative point of view. This arc marks the moment where the status quo about the world is very violently shaken up, and Erwin's death does the same thing to the SC which I feel works best thematically.

OBJECTIVENESS ASIDE, WHO WOULD YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO REVIVE? 371 Responses

When it comes to personal preference, 70.1% of respondents would revive Armin, while 24% would have picked Erwin.

HOW DO YOU THINK ERWIN WOULD FEEL IF HE HAD BEEN PICKED INSTEAD OF ARMIN? 365 Responses

Had Erwin been chosen to receive the serum instead of Armin, 49.6% of respondents believe he would have mostly felt guilty. 25.8% believed Erwin would understand the final decision, while 15.3% think he’d be disappointed.

Accepting, but terribly sad, guilty and weary.

Happy to find out about the basement but once he confirmed his father’s theory, I think he would have preferred not being chosen.

Depressed. After the basement? Unmotivated and listless.

The first thing is he would want to go see the basement. After that, he'd continue to be crushed by his guilt and feel burdened with the responsibility of the titan power even though he no longer has a motivation to lead an army.

His speech made everyone go on a suicide charge with him, therefore after he would survive his guilt of fallen comrades would be unmeasurable. The charge was his final decision and his final redemption.

Erwin not only feel guilty at having been forced to live after coming to peace with his death, he would probably also come to resent Levi for breaking Erwin's trust by bringing him back.

Idk i feel he'd kinda be resentful like he was ready to die and he did value armin's skills so maybe he would view them killing off potential as a bad choice?

He would be suicidal like Reiner. Truth is Erwin wanted to die. And the basement reveal wouldn't make him happy. Like oh shit I found out the truth but now I have to worry about humans(Marley) instead of Titans now.

Very very tired. And saddened by Armin's death (cause the loss of potential, and I sorta feel Erwin does see his own younger self in Armin) but at the same time, it's also the same sadness over all the recruits that died. And again, that they died but he lived.

WHY DO YOU THINK LEVI INJECTED ARMIN INSTEAD OF ERWIN? 371 Responses

Multiple possibilities factored into Levi’s decision to pick Armin, though 45.8% of viewers believe it was mostly because Levi wanted to let Erwin rest. 42.6% believed it was a mix of all possible factors that played a role in his decision.

Erwin told Levi how he felt all his dead comrades were looking at him, Levi didn't want him to live with the guilt any longer.

I think ultimately, after Floch's speach Levi realized that Erwin was indeed becoming a monster and he didnt want him to go further down. But I also think that he cared for Armin and his dream enough that also played a part in his choice. He may have realized that he was being a hypocrite when he told Eren to set his feelings aside.

I believe that Levi wanted Erwin to escape this hellish world but also because he saw a more visionary future from Armin.

He realized Erwin gave up on his dream and made his mind to die but Armin hasnt and died while still longing for his dream. Plus he wanted him to rest from being a devil with guilt

Levi realized that Erwin had given all he had to give and that he’d only be bringing back an empty shell of who Erwin was. It would also be cruel to bring him back, as Levi explained.

He realized that Erwin and Kenny were both driven by the intoxication of their dreams, and wanted to set Erwin free from that.

Levi understood that Erwin's wish was to die there, at that moment when he was finally in tune with his words as a commander

Many factors influenced Levi's final decision. But I want to say something that suits better than simply saying "Levi chooses Armin". I mean, yes, he gave him the serum and the chance to be reborn to Armin, but I saw him more as if Levi chose Erwin as the best way for him, not for humanity. Both (and all) are slaves of a dream, a goal to achieve in their lives, and it is wrong to say that some dreams are more "good" or more valuable than others. Their lives cannot be measured by their actions, but by their souls. And Erwin soul was tired, full of pitty and guilt for how much soldiers and close friends died because "they gave their hearts" to him, their life and dreams for humanity, and every dead was a weight that fall in his shoulders, every mission, every year. And for Levi, Erwin is the most important person in his life, he knew all of his suffer. Erwin's death was the freedom for him, being freed of living in this hellsite and being called by the name of the devil. In summary, Levi decision was the most kind, empathetic and noble act in his life for Erwin. He loves this man so much, he needs to rest.

WHICH CHARACTER DO YOU FIND YOURSELF MOURNING THE MOST? 370 Responses

Three long-term character deaths happened in this episode. 58.4% of respondents grieved Erwin the most. Moblit was mourned by 18.9% of participants and 16.8% were more emotional for Bertolt’s demise.

Bertholdt deserved better 😔

I thought I got over Erwin’s death but haHA GUESS I WAS WRONG

RIP Erwin.

I feel almost cheated by having Bertl reduced to just titan fodder for the sake of pushing a protag’s story along.

F to Erwin

WHICH PART OF THE EPISODE GOT YOU CHOKED UP, IF AT ALL? 369 Responses

There were plenty of tearful moments that got viewers grabbing their tissues. Mikasa’s panicked crying when Levi was preparing to inject Erwin choked up 16.8% of participants the most. Levi’s reaction to Erwin’s death was the saddest to 13.3%, and 11.9% were emotional over Eren’s final plea to save Armin.

I teared up when Erwin died; I didn't realize the anime adaptation of Serumbowl would affect me so much. Kudos to the directors, VAs, animators, everyone for such an impactful episode

The episode was beautiful. It made me cry throughout most of it. The voice acting was amazing, especially Mikasa’s VA imo. Tons of respects for the VAs for delivering so much raw emotion and the animators’ amazing work on the visuals.

I'm not crying you're crying

Even if Eren and Mikasa were more demonstrative in their emotions, the one that made my heart broke is without hesitation Levi. His silent despair was much more poignant.

the "Which part of the episode got you choked up, if at all" made me insulted. I choked up the entire episode and this wasn't even a option.

I didn't cry like I did in the manga.

HOW WELL DID THE ANIME ADAPT THE CORRESPONDING CHAPTERS? 367 Responses

Overall, a majority of respondents believed the episode was very faithful to the manga with 80.4% rating at a near perfect score.

i wish the anime production team would realize that since anime ("film") and manga ("print") are two totally different media, you cant just adapt an anime episode "panel by panel" from a manga and have it be as good. it needs to be formatted for *anime*. such a lazy fucking way to go about adapting a show

Honestly this episode was emotionally exhausting, in a good way. The silence was a brilliant choice on the directors' part as it let the VAs raw emotion carry the episode. Character animation and expressions were also on point. Couldn't be happier with the adaptation of Ch.83-84.

IF LEVI HAD CHOSEN TO INJECT ERWIN, DO YOU THINK THAT THE CURRENT MANGA SITUATION WOULD BE AS DIRE? 370 Responses

It’s possible the events of the manga would have been different if Erwin were chosen instead of Armin. 24.9% of respondents the situation would be just as dire, 24.6% are not sure what would have happened, and 24.1% have faith in Erwin to come up with better strategies.

Armin will come through like he always does

His presence COULD have prevented a lot of factors, but this is just a guess, there is no guarantee he would change anything.

It would probably have been as bad, but Armin still has time to do something important.

Eren probably would've been a bit resentful over losing his best friend. Resulting in him going off on his own and being potentially more uncaring with the choices he makes

Would things be different if Erwin had been saved? I believe a lot of the shit that's going on in the manga right now is because cultists infiltrated the Survey Corps. I know Erwin is not perfect but his absence left a clear gap in their organization.

Hard to say. Grass is greener on the other side.

Just different. I don't think we can say that Erwin would've dealt with the current situation better because the current situation would not exist at all. From the moment of Erwin's death, the decisions became Hange's and her priorities shaped those. Erwin, from the start, would've made different decisions. Those may have led to the same situation occurring, those might have led to a whole different set of difficult circumstances. It is impossible to predict. Plus there is the Eren factor. We have Eren causing a lot of trouble for the SC right now, and that is an Eren who did get the revival of his best friend and his close companionship for a few more years. And Eren who lost Armin would've acted completely differently. Would he have resented the SC? Would he have even wanted to stay under the people who, in his eyes, killed Armin? Would anyone be able to talk him down. Would he strike out on his own more quickly and have another reason for potentially joining with Zeke? Maybe in a universe where Erwin was revived, sure, they would've had his experience and political savvy, but it is quite possible they would've lost Eren completely at a much earlier point. Does that lead to a better or worse situation? We literally cannot say.

I don't think there's a way to know for sure. Erwin stated that he wasn't sure what he planned to do after seeing Eren's basement, plus I'm not sure if he would have been able to handle any more guilt related to sending his soldiers to their deaths. Personally, I agreed with Levi when he said that Erwin deserved to rest.

No fucking Armin is useless as of now. That's what Hange was saying about leadership and insight. We could easily argue Isayama hasn't written anything for Armin, but you could also argue that attests to his lack of. Erwin wouldn't let Eren go rogue. The biggest question to ask all manga readers is whether Armin has done anything for humanity that Erwin couldn't have done thus far.

The situation inside the walls would definitely be a lot more organized, but when it comes to turning the tables on Marley, Armin seems to find the most creative ways to turn the tables on their enemies in a way that doesn’t leave a pile of corpses behind him the way Erwin does. The early part of this arc demonstrated what they lost with Erwin, but I believe it’s Armin’s turn to do something great again. And let’s be honest, it’s Eren’s fault that Armin hasn’t gotten the chance to do anything besides plan the Liberio reinforcements anyways.

EREN WAS UNABLE TO LET ARMIN GO, A SHOW OF HOW MUCH HIS FRIENDS ARE HIS WEAKNESS. DO YOU THINK HE STILL HARBORS THE SAME WEAKNESS TOWARDS THEM IN THE CURRENT EVENTS? 371 Responses

One of Eren’s biggest vulnerabilities is his attachment to his friends, although current manga events have displayed Eren’s less heartfelt treatment of his loved ones. 51.5% of respondents, however, still believe Eren harbors the same weakness for them now as he did back then. 25.6% aren’t quite sure, while 18.6% believe he has completely moved on.

He does care. He just isn’t weak about it. Or at least, he doesn’t show it. But he still wants to protect them.

I think only placing Armin or Mikasa in a deathly situation would descover If Eren still harbours feelings for them. In this point of the manga I believe Eren has forgotten all love and compassion and he needs a sparkle to remind them.

He grew up, so of course he has changed. But I still believe he cares about them, he just doesn't want them around rn and prefers to do this by himself.

Eren never really cared about his friends. He didn't wnat to let Armin go because he can't take no for an answer.

Some yes but I think he is influenced by so many previous titan shifters and the titans themselves it got kinda suppressed

Probably? Maybe he kept what happened here in mind in order to say the horrible things he did in Ch 112. I honestly hadn't thought of this before, that Eren himself would distance his friends because they were his weaknesses. :/

I don’t think Eren actually loves Armin, just what Armin symbolizes to him

Maybe a little but not as much

if we can believe what the message Isayama is making us read between the lines to see, yes, the 104th are his weakness and he is subjecting himself to be a terrible villain for their futures and freedom, 100%

HAS THE ANIME ADAPTATION OF THE SERUMBOWL™ CHANGED YOUR PERCEPTION OF EREN AND MIKASA IN THIS MOMENT? 367 Responses

When the Serumbowl chapters were first released, there were varying reactions to Eren and Mikasa’s actions. With years since then and the anime retelling, most viewers’ opinions remained unchanged, 69.5% of respondents say that they were always empathetic, while 10.1% are still indifferent, and 9.3% remain upset by their behavior.

I get where they were coming from, I still do. But I also still think they shouldn't have acted this way (neither of them, even Levi), but it was a tough and intense situation

It was badly animated and overacted so I cringed. But that’s not the characters’ fault

Eren was understandably sad but Mikasa proved her unlikability further with her need to resort to violence.

From their perspective, it was reasonable for them to feel that way. However, I felt disappointed that Erwin was going to die especially since I would have chosen him.

I understood their behavior, but they were in the wrong ( both versions)

Empathised before, but now moreso

It changed a bit from Eren side bc I was surprise by the ease he could have to rebel against someone he admire that much, but also Mikasa bc with a manga reader perspective, I saw that she wouldn't have killed none of Levi and Floch. But tbh I just thought "Oh waw, it's almost scary to see how well they get along when it comes to murder someone"

EreMika being emotional during the serumbowl. Well that is understandable but not excusable. I could argue that Levi was emotional too, his decision to revive Armin wasn't just because he wanted Erwin to rest but also because he thought Armin had a good, pure dream (otherwise he wouldn't have gotten all those flashbacks of Armin flailing about the sea). But EreMika only wanted their friend alive, with little consideration towards Humanity's chances of survival, and only after a long process of persuasion did Mikasa finally let go of Armin...while Eren still did not. That, coupled with the fact that Mikasa legit attacked their one and only best soldier because emotions...I cannot find their actions justifiable…

Eren action just screams childish and selfish just like a child who is throwing a tantrum and crying out loud when his demand wasn’t fulfilled. I understand he can’t helped it since it’s his precious friend but it just shows his immaturity and his inability to understand other people pains other than his own. I don’t see him putting his faith in Levi’s decisions nor others comrades’ when the decisions didn’t go the way he likes; he was angry, bitter, he even forced to take it away and threatening.

FLOCH HAS COMPARED BOTH ERWIN AND EREN TO A DEVIL. DO YOU THINK HE SEES THE SAME QUALITIES IN EREN NOW THAN HE HAD SEEN IN ERWIN? 369 Responses

Floch believes only a devil can defeat their enemies. With the current happenings of the manga, 73.4% of respondents believe Floch thinks Eren holds similar “monstrous” qualities that Erwin had, though 14.6% are not quite sure.

Maybe Floch in the Manga is trying to become the devil because he knows no one else will do it.

HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT THE SPLIT SECOND FLASHBACK OF ERWIN RAISING HIS HAND AT SCHOOL? 367 Responses

The anime added a brief transition scene of Erwin raising his hand at school. 52.9% of respondents enjoyed the addition and felt it helped show that Erwin was in a dreamlike state. 40.6% of viewers though it was a neat extra touch that added more impact to the moment. A small amount of viewers could have done without it.

I jumped when i saw that moment, that was a perfect decision, this episode is truly poetic cinema.

Essentially the second option, but I'd like to say that it wasn't just a "neat" addition, it was a heartbreakingly poignant one.

really makes you realize how much erwin was stuck in the past

I blinked and almost missed it, so if they were gonna add it, they should have made it a tad longer

Apparently this still wasn't enough for people to realize that this was Erwin hallucinating, and not him rejecting the serum.

I feel like Erwin overheard everything & willingly rejected the serum, but was just so out of it that he couldn’t form the right words to tell Levi his actual thoughts on the matter. I think it’s good writing, generally speaking.

I started sobbing

It was funny and silly actually

This scene was made in perfection. It showed Erwin’s hopes and dreams but also his big heroism and dedication to the cause.

iM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

NOW THAT WE KNOW MORE ABOUT BERTOLT, HAVE YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT HIS DEATH CHANGED? 366 Responses

More information on Bertolt’s backstory was revealed later in the manga, which had 31.7% of respondents feel more pity for him when watching his death in the anime. 24.6% were always sad to see him die and 21% of participants felt more sad about it.

Didn't really change. On one hand i feel bad for him but i also really disliked him.

His death in the anime mirrored Marco's and seemed fitting

Nah, i didn't felt anything when he died, and even tho i am more empatethic and pit for with him rn, he still killed hundreds of people. It's good to understand the characters reasons (somethign wedon't have with Eren) but it's also a fact that his reasons don't erase what he did.

I felt bad for Bert's death before the Marley arc. But more of a disturbing pity way. Now I feel alot more sympathetic. However, he still deserved to die unfortunately.

In that moment I felt so bad and there are times when I do but in general I prefer Paradis to Marley. Though I understand what an awful situation they are in. The music and how it was carried out was heartbreaking tho.

His reaction just broke me, in the end he was left alone, with his own guilt and unfulfilment.

I am more sympathetic, but I still believe that he brought that onto himself.

I've always been ambivalent about Bert's death; I'm not happy to see him die but I'm not particularly sad either.

No, he's one of the characters the series could never get me to care much for.

Seeing Bertholdt’s death made me a lot more emotional than the manga. His reaction and voice acting really hit it home for me since I have a soft spot for him after reading the manga. RIP Bertie, despite the circumstances he couldn’t control he definitely deserved better :’(

WHAT DID YOU THINK ABOUT THE ADDITION OF BERTOLT SMILING AS HE SPOTS HIS FORMER COMRADES? 368 Responses

The anime added a moment of Bertolt’s temporarily smiling when he saw his former comrades. 44.3% of participants thought the addition added more emotional impact to his death, and 28.5% of participants felt sorry for him. 14.9% were upset that Bertolt had the nerve to smile at all.

Dark as heck, I love it

After he clearly asked them to die, how could he think they would help him? (Granted, he was panicking and all but still...)

It was a good show that for a brief moment after regaining consciousness, he was back to thinking of his days as a solder and that his old friendship would save him, before realizing the gravity of the situation

Didn't notice until it was pointed out on Reddit; strange detail to add

It made the scene weirdly comedic

That moment of hope then realization did work emotionally, but I preferred the way it happened in the manga.

It wasn't a smile. More like a baffled-smile.

We all know that his actions were imposed, and the thought of them alone has traumatized the RBA trio. They have shown many times the guilt and need for forgiveness for everything they did. They don't deserve any of this, much less die in such a horrible way as being devoured alive! For me, Berthold was a background character, the boy who was always next to Reiner and that's all, but reviewing and watching more closely his evolution in the anime, even more his death, made me feel really bad for him. Berth deserved more attention in his life, more love and praise, because it is evident that his self-esteem was THAT LOW for all the comments that others gave, including Reiner, his best friend. Anyway, as I said in a post, the one who died was not the Colossal Titan, was a lonely, shy and noble teenager who just wanted to be loved.

I truly wish the survey corps were instead able to convert Bertolt and Reiner to their side instead of watching Bertolt die so brutally. The fact that he flashed a smile when he saw his former comrades really goes to show that he instinctively thought of them as his friends. Truly a sad addition to the anime. All he wanted was to be found.

WHICH SCENE FROM THE PREVIEW ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? 366 Responses

From the preview scenes of the Basement, a majority 39.9% of participants anticipate the scene of Eren being unable to unlock the door with the key. 29.8% of respondents are most looking forward to Eren, Mikasa, Levi, and Hange approaching the basement. 13.7% are anticipating the scene where Armin learns about the sacrifices made to revive him.

I just need to see Eren's face trying so Hard to lift the bar that fell on top of his house and Mikasa and Levi just lift it like it is a feather.

Levi opening the basement's door with his foot is one of the best scenes of the whole chapter and no one will ever change my mind

THERE HAVE BEEN RUMORS ABOUT A POSSIBLE ANIME-ONLY EM FLASHBACK SEQUENCE NEXT EPISODE TO MAKE SURE THE EPISODE ENDS WITH GRISHA AND FAYE LEAVING THEIR HOUSE. THOUGHTS? 367 Responses

There are rumors that the new episode will have an extended flashback with Eren and Mikasa. 60.8% of respondents are fine with the addition as long as it doesn’t detract from the manga material. Others are very excited about the flashback, don’t want the extra scenes, or don’t care.

As long as it contributes to what’s currently happening, I won’t have a problem with it.

I don't think anime has time for filler

The anime direly needs a breather episode to let people process the events of the last few episodes, and that would allow for it while also leading to an ending that brings in the next part of the story.

I dont like filler but if it's relevant and faithful to the story, why not

I like when they stick straight to the manga, but this will be interesting?

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

The anime deciding to work both 83 and 84 into an episode solved my biggest issue with Serumbowl just like that. By having both chapters flow into each other, the sense of urgency and chaos of the event actually resonated with me, rather that having lost that in the monthly wait between chapters. And I really appreciate that.

I was crying like a fuckin baby, this was amazing.

Wonderful episode. So much emotion. I was only disappointed to see that it removed the close-up shot of a crying Reiner. I believe it was the only scene of him ever shedding a tear since he became a warrior..

Hange may have suffered the most by losing her close friend/assistant and her close friend/commander + physically losing her left eye. She also has to step up to the mantle of being the new commander to fill the impossibly large shoes that Erwin left behind.

All the emotions I felt while watching this episode made me realise how much i am greatful for those who matter to me the most, this is why this episode was just the best.

Erwin will live forever in my heart. Best anime character

Sad that we didn't see Reiner crying.

I find it great that Bert's death was done in such a great way where whether you are a Manga or Anime-only viewer, you have tons of different conflicting opinions regarding Bert's death.

This episode was splendid, brilliant in every way, I just have to give a round of applause to the voice actors and animators who did this great work. And maybe for that reason and to relive these feelings already believed buried years ago, I thought about what things would have happened and not if another path had been taken. The death of Erwin was the breaking of everything. In that time (years ago) when I saw that Levi chose Armin, it was sad, VERY SAD, but I had faith that he would be the future and the hope to guide us to a better destiny, one without big conflicts and wise and transcendent decisions, but no. Until now Armin has not done much, almost nothing. The current situation of the government, the "betrayal" from Eren and genocide on Liberio, Historia waiting for the time to pass so that her son born and immediately introduce her to the curse that cost so much to get out, ingesting the Beast Titan from Zeke. All these factors make me think that if Erwin was alive none of this would have happened, his leadership and conviction are more necessary than ever now. And seeing it as a whole, more than the fact that Erwin is officially dead (I mean in anime and manga), it gives me even more pain and helplessness than before to see that maybe Levi's decision was not the right one. This feel of desolation also falls for Levi (ofc), Hange, Armin, Eren, Historia, in everyone! Perhaps if the situation had been different, maybe everything would be better, I don't know. However, I don't want to stop believing in Armin, if he was chosen is because he has a purpose to fulfill, perhaps being the new "Helos" that will stop this great war, I don't know either... We'll see it soon, I hope so.

Some of the timing in the animation was weird and irked me a little

"I read the manga, I know whats gonna happen, I'll be fine" - BOY WAS I WRONG! Cried like a bitch pratically the whole episode holy crap what a masterpiece this episode was

It was so so so so badly animated. It looked worse than the manga. The amount of completely still frames was absurd.

It feels like the end of an era. I don't think I'll ever be able to watch the anime the same way. After this, everything turns upside down, and everything seems tainted by the truth of their world. When I think like that I'm glad Levi let Erwin go when he did. Erwin would have thrived in the current events, for sure, but he would've hated it and himself for his part in it. I have no doubt Erwin would blame himself thoroughly for Armin's death, if he had been given the serum then.

Best episode of season 3 thus far. I feel like the art in this episode is the best out of any of them, mostly due to the fact that they probably brought back some of the season 2 staff to work their Close-Up-Facial-Shot-Magic™️. There was a lot of detail put into the faces of the characters this time around and I feel like that’s been lacking ever since season 3 started. I hope they stick around for the rest of the season.

As someone who is extremely neutral about Mikasa, this episode made me shed tears at the expression of utter pain she had when she accepted armin's death, 10/10 animation, how heartbreaking.

The last 3 episodes are the greatest Attack On Titan episodes ever. I just can't decide which one is the best. I am leaning on Hero, but both Perfect Game and Midnight Sun could easily take its place.

omg it was so good I died and thanked God that snk exists kjnhbdhcbdsapozkd

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 353 Responses

Thanks again to everyone who participated! We’ll see you again in a few days!

#snk spoilers #snk s3 #snk poll #snk polls #poll results

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Stuck on you, Here I am, Chapter 8.

Thank you as always to @balfeheughlywed the beta queen, and gives poor Jamie dogs abuse when he needs it.

“So ye told her then?” Rupert asked in an excitable tone. I nodded silently.

“And how did she take it?”

“Weel, she dinna say much really I suppose she wasna expecting me to tell her she was the reason I moved here.”

I tried to rationalise Claire’s dazed expression after I told her, her hand had moved slowly away from my cheek. Her eyes darting away to protect her thoughts.

“I dinna ken, she was a bit taken aback to be fair” I half muttered under my breath.

Taking my chance, I signaled to the barman to put up another round, the third round on me and Rupert didn’t let it go unnoticed. “Alright Fraser spit it out? Ye clearly have summoned me here for a reason…and with the way yer buying me beer, I am guessing its information on Claire.”

I smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Aye.” The barman placed two cold pints in front of us and I waited until he moved away. I nervously rubbed my hands down my sides, I knew Rupert didn’t want to get involved and I had to approach him cautiously, like a foal that could balk at any minute.

“has she said ought to you?” I half closed one eye, afraid to see him start into the litany of why he wasn’t tell tailing on Claire. But he gave me a benevolent look and said “no, well not really but she isna herself…il say that much”

“in what way?” I pressed.

“Well she is distracted and quiet.” He said downing a large gulp from his glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “and she…” he continued again. He was hesitating, I could see his eyes dart about his head trying to worm his way out of finishing his sentence. “And…” I repeated bobbing my head encouragingly.

“And I ken she told Cathal who ye are.” He divulged hurriedly. Cranking his neck to the side to gauge my expression.

“Fuck, are ye serious?”. My mind was swirling with possibilities of what this meant.

“Aye” Rupert replied gravely.

“ye dinna sound like it went well then?” I probed.

He shook his head from side to side, “Aye well I couldna hear it all but he dinna sound best pleased that she kept it from him…”

“Oh aye?” I said vaguely, trying to keep the desperate hope building in me from making my voice sound off pitch.

“What?” I pushed him, it came out more stern than I intended.

“Look, this is why I dinna want to get involved in this shit” Rupert spluttered into his pint.

“Ya canna not tell me now Rupert, c’mon….”

He sighed and shut his eyes, “I just dinna want ye getting yer hopes up Jamie.”

“Why?” uneasiness was creeping in to my chest and I could feel my palms wet.

“Well because I think Cathal got over it….about ye and Claire.” Rupert had one eye half pinched afraid to look at me.

“How do ye ken that?”

“He stayed the night, they were ok by morning…that I am sure of and please dinna ask me why” he breathed out, shoulders slumping at the relief of getting it out.

My heart sank, “Aye I dinna think I want to ken.” I mumbled sinking my face into my pint to hide the burning feeling crawling up my throat.

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I threw money on the counter to pay for another drink for Rupert and left, my heart had sunk into my stomach, Rupert knew I wasn’t fit for idle chat about the rugby, he didn’t push it.

I thought back to my admission with Claire, trying to work out what she was thinking. Once I told her, I saw her mouth open to say something but nothing came out, her head stooped low and I could see that she was blinking back tears. She moved slightly out of my reach on the bed, I was greatful she couldn’t run with her injury. For sure she would have balked. Her voice came across a little shaky when she eventually spoke. “It’s…I don’t know what to say Jamie…”

It was a lot to take in, I tried to tell myself that. I had almost two years of longing; Claire had two years of probably hating me. She was loyal to another man now; I felt his presence in her heart when her next words were “I am with someone now you know that.”

“I ken” I replied weakly, the sullied fact was I didn’t care about him. I wanted him away from her, away from her mind, her touch and her bed. I hated the man for no other reason than she was his. Claire didn’t think I actually did ken because she persisted. “I have someone who loves me, who has never hurt me, one that I don’t have to imagine betraying me with another woman.”

Her words stung even now when they were only a memory.

“Claire” it came out as a pleading whisper, a plea for or her to remember me and her, what we had been.

I thought if I explained how it was, maybe she would see the truth in it, a gaping mistake in my life that I would give anything to reverse. I didnt think I would ever be able to describe the hallow feeling when I pulled that girl into my arms or the ache in my heart when I sat in the back of the uber with her. I remember absently looking down at her legs while we drove to her apartment, and in my drunken haze absently thought she had really short legs, but then all I could see was Claire’s long endless creamy legs and how they wrapped perfectly around my hips, So the whole journey to another woman’s apartment, I longed for Claire, a visceral humming in my body earning for all of her and how she made me feel. How the hell could I ever tell Claire that? Tell her while I prepared to bed another woman, my heart and body had cried out for her.

Instead I had simply told the more basic truth, “I dinna even want her, she meant nothing to me, I used that poor girl to hurt you, to make you jealous…I shouldha never gone near her”

That had sparked her completely, “Gone near her?” she had looked at me in disbelief. Her whiskey eyes, were flashing wildly and she was pushing the hair away from her face, “You did more than bloody go near her!”

“It wasna like you think Claire.” it wasn’t.

“Like I fucking think?” she spat disbelievingly “I think! That you picked up a woman and went home with her, is that not what I should think? Hmm? Is that not true then Jamie? Two years hasn’t changed the reason I left!”

Silence overcame us again, I knew not to push it, just allowing her to think.

I had barely heard her when she spoke next, eyes cast downwards, fidgeting with the sheet from her bed, Claire’s voice was barely a whisper.

“It was the humiliation. “I never thought you would hurt me like that Jamie”

The night before Claire left, when I told her what I had done she had been so angry, a fury that ended with us mauling each other to completion, she had lashed out at first but then it became something more, a punishment from her, reminding me of what I was about to lose, for me it was just trying to cling to anything of her, hoping to god she wouldn’t leave me. The morning after, she was distant, cold unreachable. Her detached tone, when she said she had to go, that stupid photo there was no truth for me in that photo. So many realities that the picture hadn’t shown.

So I had seen Claire angry, cold and then she was gone. I had never seen how vulnerable I had left her. It was my job to protect her, keep her safe, instead I had flayed her open publically. Hearing her tell me of her humiliation ripped it all open again the big gaping wound I had caused for both of us.

Sorry was not going to cut it. I had avoided mentioning Willie’s death, I still found it difficult to say it out loud but we both knew that was when it had all started.

“ya ken I was such a mess after Willie” I said quietly. “I was out of my mind, I got so paranoid I’d loose ye too…and then when ye went away that weekend I thought ye were with him…stupidly thought I would show ye how it felt to be ripped apart like that, Christ I was delusional enough to hope if ye were with him, it would bring ye back to me”

I took her delicate hands in mine, and looked her straight in the eye, “It was the biggest mistake of my life Claire” I bowed my head slightly and without realising it, I had inched closer like a magnet until my head rested on her chest, it had been so long since I had that kind of contact with her, I could have laid my head against her forever, I was so immersed in the feel and warmth of her, I didn’t notice her hands tenderly rising to cradle my head against her, I could feel her heart beating rapidly “only you” I whispered, “I have never loved anyone only you.”

I looped my arms around her waist and she held me there for what seemed like hours.

I think I had covered the length of the city by now and here I found myself again, outside her flat, not able to stay away, and praying that she was alone.

#outlander fanfic #stuckonyou #the lallybroch library

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ghosty-files · 5 years

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after a 7 month wait, here it is! chapter 4 of Business as Usual

read it here on ao3

Walking back to Shane shouldn’t have felt like a mile long, but it did anyway. Sara’s words raced through Ryan’s head at the speed of light, each echoing throughout his mind like the first time he heard them. Shane couldn’t like him, right? They were bros, that was literally part of their branding for Christ’s sake! Ryan rubbed his eyes, and sat down at his desk.

Shane immediately turned his chair to face him, the swivel seeming far too playful for the current situation. “So,” he said. “What did Sara say?”

Ryan shrugged. “Not too much.” Lie. “Just told me to tell you that she still cares for you, and that she just needs some time to process.” Not a total lie. “Something about me having time to process and she didn’t.” The exact opposite of that statement is true.

Shane sighed, but Ryan couldn’t tell if it was relief or disappointment, or a strange mix of both. He nodded, staring off at Sara. “Well at least she doesn’t hate me.”

Ryan cracked a smile and patted Shane on the back. “There you go. Look at the bright side. She’ll come around, I know she will. Hell, she’s been with you for some time now, and demon or not, that doesn’t make all that go away. It just adds a new layer to your personality.”

Shane gave a small smile in return, before tensing up again. “Did you guys talk about anything else?”

Ryan tried not to freeze, it would just give him away. “I mean, I asked how her day was, and the shoot she just did, but not much else.”

Shane kept his eyes fixed on Ryan’s face, trying to read him on if he was telling the truth or not. The paranoid part of Ryan’s brain was thinking that maybe Sara’s conversation was a trick and Shane actually told her and was using her to see Ryan’s reaction.

Shane looked away, whether he was content with his reading, Ryan didn’t know, but there was relief flowing through him when Shane looked away.

“Ok,” Shane said. He took a breath in and released it slowly, running a hand through his hair.

There was something unsettling about knowing a demon can get worried about normal human stuff like relationship problems. If he let himself spiral, which he had many times when contemplating Shane’s demon status, he would fall into a pit of worry regarding whether the universe is even remotely safe if powerful beings like demons still had the emotions of humans.

Or maybe it was just Shane. Maybe he was the exception.

Ryan stopped himself, feeling like his thoughts were starting to have a double meaning. He couldn’t let his mind go back to his conversation with Sara. He’d get nothing done just dwelling on the fact that Shane might have a crush on him. How would he even address it? How wou-

“Ryan!”

Ryan snapped out of his trance, looking back at Shane. “Huh?”

“You were staring at your keyboard for like five minutes, not moving. What’s going on? Are you sure Sara didn’t tell you anything else?”

Ryan sighed. So much for not bringing it up. “She may have mentioned something, and it’s on my mind and I know we said no secrets but also it’s technically your secret but it might not be your secret because I don’t know if it’s even real or if Sara’s reading into things and - and I’m rambling. Ok.” Ryan took a deep breath, he only had one solid option, and that was to outright ask Shane.

“She thinks you have a crush on me.”

Shane froze, standing still in the same way Ryan had a few moment prior. “She said what now?”

“She said that part of the reason she’s backing away for a bit is to let you figure out anything about whether or not you like me or not. And like, you don’t have to say anything it’s just on my mind.”

Shane stayed silent, a common theme in the past 24 hours, as he contemplated his thoughts. “Ok,” he said simply.

“Ok?”

“Yeah, ok. I honestly don’t know what to think right now, so just, ok.” Shane shrugged, going back into his normal state.

Ryan looked down, face twisted in bewilderment. Ok? That’s it? No ‘Yes Ryan I have a crush on you’ or ‘No Ryan that’s ridiculous’? Just ok?

“Oh stop making that face you were the one that said I could say nothing at all.” Shane scolded, playfully swatting Ryan’s shoulder. “Now get to work, you still have to research that asylum you want us to go to. I’m not going to see some basic ass ghosts without any actual information.”

Shane turned back to his computer, finishing up some editing for other Buzzfeed projects, and maybe some Ruining History if he was lucky.

Ryan shook his head to sober up, he felt drunk on his own thoughts. The uncertainty of Shane liking him felt both confirmed and completely tangled at the same time. Was his silence his way of saying he had actual thoughts and feelings he needed to work out and he actually had a crush on Ryan. Or was it because he was trying to figure out how to make sure Sara knew that he didn’t have a crush on Ryan. Or maybe he was considering Ryan as a potential romantic partner for the first time and he needed to consider it if Sara was giving him the opportunity.

It took all his energy not to just bang his head on the desk right then and there. Why did life have to become so complicated? Ryan’s a simple man, he likes his sports, ghosts (debatable), and hanging out with his friends. That should be easy. Now the only thing that could remain easy was sports.

“At least I have sports,” Ryan muttered to himself.

“What are you talking about?” Shane asked, seeming quite confused by Ryan’s sudden change in conversation.

“I was just thinking about sports,” he replied, not confident enough to actually tell the truth but not scared enough to lie all the way.

Shane laughed and shook his head at Ryan. He didn’t seem at all bothered, simply working the way he usually does.

Ryan stopped himself. There was no way he was going to get anything done if he just kept focusing on Shane. Sure, Sara got into his head a bit, but she could always be wrong and things would just stay normal. It’s rarely the worst case scenario.

Proud of himself for rationalizing the situation, Ryan went back to researching the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, letting his only worries be whether or not he wanted to call it a “Lunatic Asylum” or just “Asylum”.

#buzzfeed unsolved #ghoulfriends #shyan #shyan fic #business as usual

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heros-amoung-us · 6 years

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Nightclub AU

PART 4: TROUBLE COMES IN TWOS

All five men looked at the worried Izuku as the two of you exchanged looks. His hair was floppy and stuck to the sides of his sweaty face. He was panting, his chest rising and quickly falling under his black fishnet top. You looked around at the five men sitting beside you. All of them slowly realizing that something was up.

You nodded at Izuku, letting him know you’d be there in a second, before clearing your throat. The boys all looked over to you with confused expressions.

“I hope you guys can excuse me for a second! I was having such a wonderful time that I forgot I was still technically working! But you know how it is, duty calls!” You let out an airy laugh, trying to diffuse the confused and worried tension. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t have too much fun without me now, boys~”

You slowly stood up when Katsuki grabbed onto the back of your arm. You looked back at him and noticed how your arm felt hot under his touch. He was scowling, his features compressed by his knitted eyebrows. His red eyes glowed in the dark booth. He gave you a questioning look, asking with his intoxicating crimson eyes what was going on. You lightly tugged your arm out of his grasp as you smiled back at him, hoping that it would take him off his edge.

“Is everything okay?” Shoto asked, his monotone voice laced with hints of concern. You turned your attention towards him and Kaminari who sat across the booth’s table.

“Yeah? It seems like somethings up?” Kaminari agreed in unease.

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu slid out of the booth to allow you to get out. They stood beside Izuku. You weren’t sure if they were actually taller than him or if their hair made them look taller. You gracefully slid out of the booth and stood next to Izuku.

“Maybe we should come with you?” Kirishima suggested, looking down at you. Tetsutetsu agreed by nodding.

You waved your hands in the air in defense. “No no no! It’s okay, really! It’s nothing to worry about!” You reassured. Although, you were lying through your teeth. The other staff would only ever interrupt you if something serious was going on.

“I agree with Kirishima, us three will accompany you two.” Shoto said, standing up from his seat.

Izuku sweat dropped beside you. He wasn’t used to so many men expressing so much concern over you. Or even, strangers willingly trying to get into staff business. He was a little jealous, he wanted to take care of the situation himself, without any outside help (other than Tokoyami of course).

Kirishima pumped his fist in a ‘yeah!’ motion. You slumped your shoulders and pouted. These men were more stubborn than you. And nothing you were saying was getting through to them. The last thing you wanted was to bring customers into club issues.

Suddenly, Katsuki slammed his fist down against the booth's table, the glasses jumping up from the force.

“IF ANYONE’S GOING WITH [Y/N] IT’S GONNA BE ME YOU SHIT HEADS!” Katsuki angrily yelled, abruptly getting out of his seat and stomping over to where you were standing. Shoto was clearly annoyed.

“G-guys...seriously...please-” You tried to reason with them but you were cut off as Izuku gently grabbed onto your arm and tugged you toward him.

“Come on, we can’t waste any more time-”

Katsuki grabbed onto your other arm and tugged you toward him. He angrily glared at the equally angry Izuku.

“Guys..” Kaminari said, trying to calm the two men down.

Katsuki deeply growled as his grip on your arm tightened. Izuku tugged you back towards him, then Katsuki did the same. You had found yourself in the middle of a tug-of-war.

“Sir! Please let go!” Izuku yelled, tugging you, once again, towards his chest.

Katsuki aggressively tugged you back. “Like I’d hand her over to you ass face!”

You were becoming increasingly more annoyed and angry with each tug you received. Shoto stood in front of you three, watching the odd act take place. Kirishimia and Tetsutetsu had their hands up in defense as they tried to approach the two angry men, but weren't exactly sure how. Kaminari was looking at you, with a worried expression; maybe he thought you were as delicate as a rag doll and would rip at the seems at any moment.

Your muscles stiffened in annoyance. You dug your feet into the ground to try and stop the tugging by the two men.

“GUYS!” You angrily ripped your arms out of both their grips. Both men looking surprised at your outburst and then slightly sheepish at their childishness. You exhaled a deep sigh as you scanned all the men’s faces. “I appreciate the concern and support from you guys, but this is a company matter. It would get complicated if customers got involved.” You tried to reason. Your voice had gone back to its normal softness.

Izuku nodded, looking over at the five men standing around you. Everyone seemed to understand, even if they didn’t agree. Katsuki glared at Izuku but said nothing.

Izuku placed his hand on your shoulder. It was warm and gentle. You looked up at him. His freckled face held a small smile. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when you both felt a sudden gush of wind sweep past your backs. Your head snapped back and glanced in the bar’s direction. Tokoyami was sprinting towards the bar, where you also spotted Momo, Iida, and Tsuyu. But there was too many people standing between you and the bar. They blocked your view from who they were dealing with at the bar.

A drop of worry plummeted into your stomach.

“Ah-ah we should get going...” Izuku said, his voice was suddenly shaky. You hastily nodded as your turned quickly back to your five companions.

They were all staring over at the bar as well. Their necks craned, trying to see over the crowds. Shoto’s eyes ran themselves back to you. His monotone expression was impossible to read, but you felt a twinge of need in your body. His gaze was warm and seemed to convey his words for him. He wanted to come, and deep down, you began wanting his protection. You wanted all of their protection. But like you said, this was a company issue, and involving customers could get messy. You tore your gaze from the tall, muscular heterochromatic and sent it back to Izuku. Giving him one last nod, he began leading the way through the crowd.

As you made your way towards the bar, you felt your chest tighten. This time, not in a good way. Like after you watch a scary movie and every shadow in your house becomes a monster. Your (e/c) eyes darted to and fro around the crowds. Instinctively you grabbed for Izuku’s hand. He only glanced back at you in surprise before turning back forward, a small blush adorning his cheeks. He squeezed your dainty hand reassuringly.

Breaking through the crowd, you approached the bar. Your co workers stood in a semi circle around two bar stools. The previous crowd had diffused from the bar area, not wanting their night to be ruined by watching possible no-gooders get kicked out of the club. Tokoyami stood offensively to the left of the stools. Tsuyu and Iida stood in front of the bar stools, blocking your view once again from whom they were talking to, although you had a pretty good idea who it was. Momo stood behind the bar, her eyes narrowed.

Iida glanced back at you and Izuku. His stern bespectacled face relaxed in relief upon seeing the green haired man. His tall, muscular stature had scared off many trouble makers before, and Iida was definitely hoping for the same reaction now. His eyes then fell on you. You gave your manager a determined look. But his gaze quickly darted to behind you, or rather, his eyes floated above your head.

“[Y/n]...who are they?” Iida asked, raising an eyebrow.

Confused, you turned around only to be met with the five men once again. Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, and Kaminari all smiled down at you. Shoto held a cool gaze as he stared back at your manager. Katsuki had his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest; he glared down at you.

For Christ sake....

Izuku also turned to see the familiar men standing behind you.

“We’re sorry, [Y/n] but we just came to see what the problem was.” Tetsutetsu explained; his tone less than pleased about all the questioning.

“It felt wrong just letting you go...” Kaminari softly spoke.

“There is no problem here, thank you men! Please go enjoy the shows our girls are putting on! I’ll have a bottle sent to your table, on the hou-”

“We don’t want your damn booze,” Katsuki interrupted, “Nor do we want feel like ignorant customers...”

“We understand that this is a company issue,” Shoto began, “But we simply can’t turn a blind eye in a situation like this. I mean, we all are just concerned for the safety of [Y/n].”

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up, despite the current circumstance.

Katsuki grunted and turned his head away from your direction. “Speak for your damn self icey-hot. I didn’t come over to be a stupid body guard. I couldn’t care less what happens to this extra of an employee you got yourself. I’m more of a man that enjoys a fight.” His crimson eyes remained dark as he smirked.

You narrowed your eyebrows in his direction. You could smell a lie a mile away, and this one stunk.

“Regardless of your reasons, I must request that you all stay out of the situation, we have it under control. There will be no need for fighting. Thank you.” Iida’s voice was nothing less than authoritative.

Izuku thinned his lips as he turned on his heels and made his way over to the situation. Iida gave you a stern look, telling you to do the same. You nodded, quickly turning back to your five friends. You gave them a ‘wtf are you thinking?!’ look. They backed off. Katsuki uncrossed his arms and glared at his feet as he aimlessly began to walk around. Kirishima and Testutetsu whispered to each other, while Kaminari and Shoto stared at you with concern. They all stood a couple feet away from the bar, watching casually from a distance what was about to go down.

You turned around and made your way over to where your co-workers stood. The purple and green party lights scanned across the walls and floor. You saw the familiar peak of short black hair, sitting on a bar stool behind Iida. You placed yourself beside Tsuyu and Tokoyami.

A tall, toned, black haired male sat at the bar beside a shorter, pig-tailed blond girl. The man wore an all black suit. Probably his only suit, as he seemed to wear it every time he showed up here. The pants were black and tight. He wore the black jacket with nothing underneath but a small gold chain. His neck and under eyes were covered in tattoos. So many tattoos that they seemed to just smudge together into patches of ink. Despite his dark appearance and aura, he had bright blue eyes that seemed to shine under the club’s lights. He sat lazily on the stool, one arm leaned back over the bar while the other was shoved inside his pant pocket.

The blond girl beside him wore a shorter skirt than you with a schoolgirl-like top. She resembled a high school student, except you knew she was in her early 20s like you. She also oozed crazy. Her cheeks were flushed and she always seemed to wear a crazy smile. She never stopped smiling. She had gotten a procedure done to make some of her teeth sharp like an animal’s. This made her ten times more creepy. Being around her made your skin crawl. You felt like she was ready to stab someone to death at any second, doing so with her insane smile of hers.

The two of them worked at a bar in the rougher ends of town. One that only criminals and gang bangers went to. You had never stepped foot in their bar before, nor did you have any intentions of doing so, but you imagined it look something close to an underground cult cave. The two of them often came to U.A. to try and make trouble. They wanted to soil U.A.’s name, for whatever reasons they may have. One time they broke in, the blond, named Toga, began smashing the largest bottles of booze she could grab onto. Another time, the dark male, referred to as Dabi, tried to drug the dancers. This time, it seemed they hadn’t done anything yet, but Iida wanted them out before they could do anything at all.

“I’ll ask you two one, more, time; please leave the club! Or else we’ll have to force you out!” Iida threatened.

Dabi’s eyes scanned all your faces. “And how would you manage that with only one security guy inside?” his voice was low and malicious.

“Like all the other times we have kicked you out!” Iida retorted.

This seemed to amuse the dark haired man as he let out a deep chuckle. His eyes darkened under his hair that hung in his face. “Your waiter is gonna take us out by force again is he? That’s a dumb move.” He sounded disinterested.

“That was dumb! A dumb move!” The blond repeated, her high pitched voice scrapping itself inside your ears. “I didn’t mind that hunk roughly touching me, though! Izuku baby, I know you missed me!” She cooed.

Izuku’s face slowly lost all colour. You could tell he was trying to act more confident than he felt. Toga had a huge thing for him, ever since she first saw him here. You couldn’t completely blame her. He had such a sweet face. His features were soft and handsome. And his tight uniform shorts and shirt left little to the imagination of his muscular body.

Dabi’s shiny blue eyes landed on you and you immediately felt a cold, unwanted shiver climb down your spine. His eyes seemed to dig into your very soul. “We just came to...” eyes snaking themselves up and down your body. “...have a little fun, that’s all,” you hugged your sides. He looked back at Iida with a small smirk.”Isn’t that what this place is for? Having a good time?”

Everyone felt increasingly uneasy at his words. Tokoyami took a step forward. He seemed almost invisible in his black security attire. “Please leave the building now! I don’t want to use force!” His voice bellowed from his chest.

Dabi’s smirk widened into a small sly smile. Toga giggled and threw her hands in the air above her head. Everyone flinched. Momo took a step back. Every movement they made put you more on edge.

“Oh?!~ You hear that Dabi?! They don’t wanna use force!” She cooed, insanely laughing. Her eyes widened. She leaped up and sat on the bar. Tsuyu nervously held up her fists. “Well we wanna!” She barked out ‘wanna’ and smiled, showing her sharpened teeth once again.

You flinched at her sharp tone. Dabi’s hand moved around in his pocket. A heavy tension hung in the air. Then, everything happened so fast. You heard Iida yell at Dabi to take his hand out of his pocket. Tokoyami stepped forward to grab onto the two fiends. Dabi pulled out a torch lighter and bottle of drugs. Toga pulled out a butcher knife. The blue flame lit itself in Dabi’s lighter. Iida and Tokoyami lunged at him. Toga pointed the knife towards you and Tsuyu.

“[Y/n]! Tsuyu!” you heard Izuku yell.

He sprang himself over towards you two and placed a protective arm in front of your chests. Toga’s smile faltered at this. She angrily swiped her knife in the air.

“You bitches are always stealing my man from me! Why can’t you guys back off, huh?” Her voice became gradually higher. “This is so not cute! I was hoping we’d be great friends! But it turns out we’re just love rivals. Now, I’m going to have to cut you both.” She giggled. You wanted to throw up.

Dabi held out the blue flame in front of him, protecting him from the advancing Iida and Tokoyami. Some bystanders uneasily walked away from the scene unfolding near them. As Toga continued to giggle, you noticed the club’s lights reflecting off something hanging around Toga’s skirt. As it came into view, you saw that the reflective objects were needles. Each one already full of some sort of liquid drug. Your heart rate picked up and your eyes began darting from her face, to her knife, to her needles.

Suddenly, Dabi elbowed Iida in the face, breaking his nose and glasses. Iida cried out and grabbed his face. Tokoyami lunged at him but was met with his flames instead, burning some of his clothes. Izuku moved from his protective post and quickly pounced on the dark haired male. Dabi moved swiftly away from each of Izuku’s advances, heading towards the right side of the club. All the while, Toga snatched two large expensive bottles of grey goose and hoped off the bar.

“Don’t let her get away with those bottles! Follow her!” Iida yelled, his nose gushed blood.

You watched Tokoyami and Izuku grab onto Dabi’s jacket and pin him to the ground. Dabi looked up at you and smiled. You quickly turned away.

“She’s running into the dance floor!” Tsuyu yelled from beside you. You looked and caught a glimpse of Toga’s blond hair running into the dense dancing crowd. “Lets split up! I’ll check the left side if you check the right!” You and Tsuyu began running in her direction. You nodded at her plan.

“Be careful! She’s got that knife! And it seemed like she had needles with her, too. Keep a cautious eyes out!” You yelled over the increasingly loud music.

Tsuyu nodded before she ran and disappeared into the crowd. You wasted no time pushing your way through people, trying to dig yourself deeper into the dance floor. You frantically looked around, trying to get another glimpse of her blond hair. She had managed to blend in with the large crowd, seemingly disappearing in the sea of faces and sweaty bodies. You grunted as you pushed your way past more people. The music was becoming louder as you made your way closer to the stage and DJ table. The base of the song pulsed in your chest. The club’s lights dowsed everybody in an array of colours. You pushed yourself passed a group of men grinding on women. A slow panic began rising in your chest as you still couldn’t see Toga.

You were almost to the stage now. Mina was now wearing a white two piece and swinging around a stripping pole. She looked down at you with a worried expression. You knew she knew. Mina subtly pointed over to the right of you, nudging her head in that direction. You swiftly slid yourself between people in the direction she pointed. The music was booming in your ears and you couldn’t hear anything else. You could see people’s mouths moving, maybe singing along with the lyrics or chatting, but no sound came out of them, only the music.

Suddenly you felt the skin on your back tingle. You wiped around only to see Toga holding her knife out in your direction. She swung it around carelessly, cutting through the thick club air. Her white teeth sparkled as she maliciously smiled at you. The bottles of grey goose were tucked under her free arm. She was giggling. You quickly reached out to grab her wrist, but she retracted her hand too fast. The knife gleamed under the lights.

“Follow me and I cut you bitch!” She yelled, although you had to read her lips to understand.

Toga darted back into the crowd, almost as fast as she had appeared, and you lost sight of her again. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your legs felt shaky, but you moved nonetheless.

You followed her direction, which was closer to the stage.You frantically looked around, now pushing people out of the way. The stage stood to your right. It reached up to your hip. Mina and Toru danced hastily on stage. Their eyes scanning the edge and crowd for Toga. You ran along the edge of the stage. Suddenly you saw the blond girl. Her knife placed between her teeth as she unclipped a needle from her hip. She quickly raised the substance towards one of the dancer’s legs.

The dancer remained unnoticed.

You felt your feet move before you could even think. You watched in horror as Toga stabbed the dancer in the foot with her needle and inject the substance. The dancer toppled over on the stage.

Raising your hand you slapped the needle out of Toga’s hand. It flew into the crowd and rolled on the floor. Toga looked back at you with gleaming angry eyes. You stood your ground defensively. She let out a loud grunt as she grabbed her knife from between her lips and swung it towards you. You swiftly stepped back, trying to dodge her swipes. You wished Tokoyami or Izuku was around to grab her. You felt totally defenseless, which you were.

She swung her knife towards your neck. You ducked and kicked at her legs. She let out an annoyed yell and swung the knife down towards you. Your eyes widened as you tried to move out of the way. Her knife caught the side of your shoulder and sliced it. You stumbled standing back up and clutched your shoulder. It stung badly. The pain ran itself down your entire arm and into your finger tips. Toga smiled at your wound. Her knife looked as if the tip had been dipped in blood. Toga lifted it to her face and giggled as she looked at it.

You cursed under your breath and prayed to god that her blade wasn’t laced with anything.

Toga was quick to raise her knife again, preparing to cut into you a second time. But her wrist was suddenly stopped when a large muscular hand grabbed onto it. Kaminari held onto the blond. She looked up at his handsome, glaring features with surprise. You blinked in surprise at his sudden appearance. Then, Katsuki appeared seemingly out of no where. He aggressively grabbed her other hand and twisted it behind her back. She let out a shriek. Katsuki and Kaminari forced her face down onto the ground. You were so stunned and relieved at their sudden appearance that you hadn’t noticed the blood from your wound seep through your fingers. You watched Katsuki hold down Toga as she uselessly tried to escape his grip. Kaminari grabbed the two bottles of vodka and held them in his arms. Both male’s faces were ridden with anger and concern.

Suddenly you felt a body press itself up against your back and an arm grab around at your hips. You jumped in surprise and tried to move away, but the grip on you was too strong. You sent Kaminari (who wasn’t looking) pleading looks. The body was tall and hard. Warm against your back. You felt your cheeks heat up. A hand reached up and grabbed your chin. It tilted your head up to the side. Your eyes instantly met with Shoto’s concerned ones. You felt relief wash over you. You unconsciously leaned yourself deeper into his chest. He held your chin for a few extra moments. His eyes scanning over your face and then to your shoulder. His eyes hardened as he saw blood trickle down your arm. His eyes left your body and went to Kaminari and Katsuki.

You hadn’t noticed, but you were panting. Your heart rate was still out of control. The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins. Kaminari looked at Shoto, then down at your small body in his arms. Your arm clutching your bleeding shoulder. Panic washed over his face. He quickly walked closer to you. Shoto let go of your chin, but not your waist. Kaminari put the back of his hand on your cheek, giving you a worried look. His pretty boy features softened. Your face flushed even deeper. Shoto’s protective arm pulled you closer to him and you found yourself clutching onto his shirt.

Tokoyami and Tsuyu broke through the dancing crowd around you and looked down at Katsuki and Toga. Tokoyami knelt down to their level and took Toga’s hands behind her back in his. He began stripper her needles and knife from her. Tsuyu walked over to you and the two boys. She looked down at your bloody hand clutching your shoulder. The stinging in your arm had intensified. You grabbed a fistful of Shoto’s shirt. The pain was slowly becoming all you could focus on. You didn’t know how bad the cut was, but it felt awful. Your face grimaced at the pain. Shoto noticed and immediately wrapped his other arm around you. One of his hands held you between the shoulder blades and the other on the small of your back. He began walking you away from the stage, back towards the bar. Kaminari and Katsuki behind him. Tsuyu stayed back with Tokoyami and Toga.

As you broke through the edge of the dance floor crowd, the bar was in plain view. You saw Iida and Izuku handing Dabi over to a couple police officers. You also noticed that Dabi was wrapped in some sort of white tape. You brushed the unusual sight off as more pain shot itself down your arm. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were standing by the right side of the bar with Momo. The three of them noticed you before you did them. Their expressions turned from that of mild worry to full on horrific concern. You spotted them as you and Shoto rounded the bar to where they had been sitting. The two boys stood up from their seats and rushed over to you. You cracked a small smile at them.

“She’s hurt!” Shoto yelled over at Momo. She hurriedly reached under a bar cabinet to retrieve the first aid kit.

Kirishima reached out for your face. “W-what happened?!” He asked. Katsuki swatted his hand away.

“Give her some space!” He barked.

You felt the pain increase ten fold as your adrenaline seemed to suddenly rush out of you. You clutched onto Shoto’s shirt even harder. His arms seemingly holding you up. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised in obvious concern.

“Sit her down!” Momo ordered from across the bar.

Shoto did as she said and placed you gently down on a bar stool. He sat himself on one beside you. His arms retracted from your body. You leaned your side against the bar. Kirishima sat on the other side of you. The boys were surrounding you. All peering down at you with concern. Katsuki stood directly in front. He towered over your sitting form. His handsome facial feature were turned in a scowl.

Momo ran over to your side with bandages in her hand. She slowly took your hand and removed it fro your shoulder. Your fingers were stained with sticky blood. Momo immediately pressed a bandage against your arm, trying to stop the bleeding as much as she could. You stared down at your bloody hand before hiding it behind your back. You didn’t want the boys to see.

Momo patted your shoulder with the bandage. The cut stretched itself over your entire shoulder but wasn’t deep. It would heal quickly.

Katsuki roughly grabbed the arm you were hiding behind your back. He glared down at your bloody hand and then at you. His crimson eyes dug into your (e/c) ones. The boys also took notice. Kirishima quickly grabbed a wet wipe from the first aid kit sitting on the bar behind you. He passed it to Katsuki, who swiped it out of his hand. He let go of your arm to open the package. You felt Shoto place his hand on your thigh. Your cheek instantly blushed. His touch was hot, but reassuring.

“You’ll be okay,” Momo cooed from beside you, dressing your bandage.

Katsuki grabbed your hand again and began angrily wiping the blood off. You felt suddenly embarrassed and retracted your hand from his grip. He stared down at you in confused annoyance.

“I-I can clean myself...” You muttered.

“No you fucking can’t.” Katsuki grabbed your hand again and placed the wipe back into your palm. “...just...let me fucking do this for you...” He said back.

You felt your heart stop. He gently wiped the dried blood off your fingers. His touch was softer than you expected. You stared at his concentrated face. He was focused on your hand and didn’t dare look at you.

“Annnddddd....done!” you heard Momo say.

You looked over at your shoulder and saw she had finished bandaging it. You gave her a grateful smile, which she returned.

“[Y/n],” Kaminari softly called. You turned to him. He was standing to the left of Bakugou. “Are you okay? That looked pretty serious back there?”

You slowly nodded in response. “Yeah,” You breathed out. “Thanks to you guys at least. I think I would have been in worse shape if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” You admitted.

Katsuki grunted as he finished wiping your hand, letting go of it. “And you didn’t want us to interfere. It’s a good fucking thing we did.” You nodded and smiled.

“Yes,” Momo’s voice pulled all your attention towards her. She was behind the bar again. “Thank you so much for helping us out. Even Kirishima and Tetsutetsu stayed behind at helped capture Dabi! And also that other guy....?”

Kirishima nodded. “Oh yeah! Sero showed up just on time too!”

Shoto raised an eyebrow. “Sero was here?”

“Yeah, the guy helped us restrain that Dabi dude. Said he came down here for a bathroom break. But he ran back up to his private room as soon as the deed was done.” Tetsu explained. “Said he still had some unfinished business with the ladies up there.”

“I don’t even want to know,” Kirishima said, shaking his head.

You looked at them in confusion, as you still hadn’t met this Sero. Although, he sounded like quite the freak if he had been spending this whole time in one of the club’s private rooms.

Iida and Izuku approached your huddled group. Iida placed a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and Izuku stood on Shoto’s side.

“[Y/n]?! Are you okay?! What happened to you?!” He questioned stepping closer to you.

Katsuki gently pushed the boy’s chest and sent him a challenging glare. Izuku gave him back a confused and irritated stare. You put your hands up in defense, your shoulder aching the higher your raised them.

“I’m fine! She just had a knife and I was a little too slow dodging her, that’s all. It’s not a deep cut, it’ll go away soon!” You tried to reassure.

Katsuki and Izuku’s shoulders slumped as they looked over at you. However, they didn’t hesitate to glare once more at each other.

“Do those guys do this often? It seemed before that you two already knew what was going on before even reaching the bar?” Kaminari asked.

You felt Shoto’s hand lightly squeeze your thigh. This sent electricity straight to your womanhood. His deep eyes looked thoughtfully in yours.

“Yes, you knew they were here and yet you still didn’t want our assistance?” He asked. You felt his cool breath on your warm cheeks.

“It’s true that this is not their first appearance at our club,” Iida explained from behind Kirishima. “They’re from the rougher parts of town and frequently try to cause trouble. They work at a dive bar down there. Although we still don’t know what their motives are for trying to steal and hurt the club’s reputation, we can only imagine it’s to gain popularity on themselves.” He turned and addressed all five men. “If it weren’t for you men stepping in and helping out, the outcomes of their brash actions could have been much more severe. Thank you.”

The men shifted, slightly uncomfortable at the attention. They didn’t do it to gain that, they just did it cause it felt right. All five of them had watched everything unfold at the bar. As soon as Toga had pulled a knife, Katsuki was ready to lung at her. Shoto had stopped him. But it was only effectively until shit hit the fan and you ran after Toga into the large crowd. All five men switched onto protective mode. Katsuki sprinted after you with Shoto and Kaminari hot on his tail. But they were larger than you, and most of the other crowd members. It took them longer to catch up, which is why they didn’t appear until the last possible second.

Your grateful (e/c) eyes scanned over all the men. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. You felt like you had someone strong enough and willingly enough to protect you. And not just someone, five strong and handsome men.

“Thank you,” You softly said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry I was rude before. I’m beyond grateful you stepped in. You saved me. Thank you!” Your voice was light and airy. You were beyond grateful. “And I’m relieved that none of you got hurt! I don’t know what I’d do if any of you guys got hurt like me...or worse.”

Everyone’s face became a flustered mess at your kind and grateful words. Shoto removed his hand from you thigh and thoughtfully looked down at it. Katsuki turned is head to the side and shoved his hands down his pant pockets. Kaminari and Kirishima smiled back at you. Tetsu gave you a blushing thumbs up. Something slowly stirred itself inside the bellies of all five men.

“I’d like to propose an idea to you men!” Iida exclaimed, somewhat ruining the moment. The guys turned their attention over to your manager as he eagerly smiled at them. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our lack of security inside this club. Tokoyami is great, but one man can’t do everything.”

Kirishima nodded, thinking back to your incident with that overly drunk man.

“And you are obviously in great shape. You’re perfect for security. That’s why I’d like to offer you all jobs here, as our new interior security team!” The men looked surprised to say the least. You hoped that they would accept, but something about their silence told you differently.

“That’s a generous offer, sir. But with all do respect, I don’t think we can accept.” Shoto spoke up. “We are full time students at the business academy.”

Iida’s expression fell. You looked around at them with a somewhat pleading look. None of them made eye contact.

“Ah! But please! I’ll throw in extra benefits! We are in dire need of security like yourselves.” Iida begged.

Kirishima was the only one to look up at you. His broad shoulders leaned against the bar as he thought to himself. His expression softened upon seeing you. He thought back to the drunken man touching you earlier that night, then your pain-ridden form as you were carried to the bar with a bloody injury. He was cracking under your gaze. Your beautiful eyes and soft features getting the best of him. Every fiber in his body wanted to protect you.

“You can have as many breaks and drinks as you want!” Iida continued to throw in extra benefits, trying to reel them in.

“I’ll do it.” Kirishima said, surprising his mates. You and Iida gave him a grateful smile.

Iida eagerly took his hand in his and shook it. “Fantastic! Great to have you on board!”

He awkwardly laughed and retracted his strong hand from Iida’s. Kirishima looked back at you, his expression was unsure. You cupped his hand gently between yours. “Thank you Kirishima! I’m so glad we’ll be working together from now on!” You exclaimed.

Tetsutetsu cursed from beside the red head and raised his hand. “I-I’ll join too. If my bro, Kirishima is in, then I’m in too.” He said.

Iida again, shook Tetsu’s hand eagerly and thanked him a thousand times.

“Yay! Tetsu too!” You yelled. He sheepishly smiled before staring down at his shoes.

The other men remained silent. You hoped that their friend’s joining would get them to accept Iida’s offer as well, but it didn’t. You sadly looked at the ground.

The club needed security. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu would be great additions, but you knew you needed more.

“Well, nonetheless, I’m grateful for everything you men have done! Please, Momo, give them whatever they want for the rest of the night! On the house!” Iida exclaimed. “I’ve gotta go check on our dancer that was attacked, but you men think about my offer!” He yelled, already speed walking away towards the dancer’s stage.

You huffed out a sigh and turned towards the bar. Momo was preparing multiple drinks at once. You didn’t feel like you could stomach another drink, but from the night you’ve had, you took one anyways.

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Surprising Resurrection

Two easters ago was the dopest easter ever. I had just spent a whole season acclimating to the Episcopal church schedule and the sense of a lil spiritual community. Enough immersion so that Lent and its pared down services with less music and no flowers and stuff like that really affected me. Then I did all the holy week shit which is all super dark and spare, getting more and more somber as the week goes. Including the night services. And then, Easter BLOOMED, so many fucking flowers, gorgeous amazing huge music, candles, incense, and taking communion... I don’t want to make a LONG post about it here but it was like, I really felt the potency of the ancient Church of England bringing hope to the poor wretched Europeans, distributing this beneficience and this promise of a welcoming world beyond this one... ok side note in the context of wretched old Europe, the notion of heaven was necessary because the way life was, was just so freaking bad and low-quality. Life was filled with so much suffering. Humans caught glimpses of the divine in love, music, humor, etc. but so much sickness and poverty... even rich people lived terrible and uncomfortable and uncertain lives. Sewage dumped in the streets. All those babies dying all the time. The promise of a life beyond where things are good, means a promise of an existence where things are good period. It had to emphasize mortality to get to the idea of goodness. Anyways, whatever. I really felt the ancientness of the ritual at play, the generosity of it, the big machine, the circle of the people giving the communion goblet as we poor sinners all knelt in surrender... it was DOPE. I was very affected by it on a somatic level and was spiritually hung over the next day.

Easter last year was covid easter. We got out of choir for spring break and never came back. So many people we never saw again. Lent had just started. We made jokes thruout the year about how long lent was lasting... I submitted a video for the easter service of me battling a bach prelude. DIdnt watch the service. God I would never watch a church service of my own free will

Easter this year...

Last night I was feeling blue and I wept a little, remembering the easter of two years ago. How much lent had allowed the rose of easter to bloom, how much the steady meeting of the church community allowed for the rhythmic wheel to turn of the church seasons. During covid, no communities were meeting (in my life). No wheels were turning. It was more than a long lent. I didn’t stay penitent during the “long lent.” I didn’t stay anything. I just released and got fat eating cheese and coping. I was too fat for my cute easter dress. I was/am also premenstrual, last night, and I wept a little at how Easter was not going to be in a rhythm. And I wept at how much had been let go of. How disoriented and numb I felt. Partially because I was so fat and bleary from cheese. Partially because of covid. An entire year feeling released in some ways from the wheel of... the world we build together. I reminded myself other people feel it so much more than I had felt it. People who love being in the world, who have the energy for a lot of things like that.

One thing that didn’t change was the rhythm of the earth. Funny how the Christian holidays ride this rhythm and also sorta try to deny it, try to make the Christ story the driver of it all. At my church the rector really likes botanical metaphors and alludes comfortably to the turning of the seasons - it aint so bad at all - it’s just, come on, those are clearly the primary things. Pagan ritual is so fun because it’s tied directly to that. Solstices, equinoxes, and those fat mid-season celtic holidays in the fixed signs.

At its core, church should be people gathering regularly to honor what is sacred. And, I think it would be nice, if ... life revolved around it. If one’s life work had the rhythm of preparing what to bring to the sacred festival as part of it, and then release from it, and then do it some more. Because, we want community, we need community, and church’s best function is a way of creating an artifice for community interaction w/ each other, and its second best function is creating/celebrating/sculpting a shared value system (second best bc it’s dysfunctional usually). The pagan way is pleasantly neutral. If your community chooses a certain style or set of divinities... there might be cliquey responses but there’s no sense of blasphemy. It’s tied fundamentally to the earth. It’s sensual in that way.

Here’s what easter was this year. This is particularly good because it was inspired directly by the sermon that the rector gave. He is a smart good-minded dude who is finding his stride. His 9AM service was better than his 11AM one he didn’t emphasize it in the 11one come on dude. He talked (among other things) about how the ladies who went to jesus’s tomb went expecting to find him there, dead, even though they had heard him say over and over that his body would be resurrected. He said it wasn’t bc they were dumb, it was bc we are not fully capable of comprehending the idea of resurrection. He talked a lot about the impossibility of resurrection.

I sat with that while I looked at the trees and shit (outdoor service ftw). Our bodies know death. Our bodies know death. Our bodies know death. Our flesh is mortal. They know it really fundamentally. Our spirits are immortal, and know immortality. They do the death process, but for them it is not a spookery thing at all, it is just a transition. So there’s this wild dissonance in the human existence. I thought about how lent comes in the context of the church cadence to create a sense of a fast, a sense of quiet, a sense of death. It’s like those old fashioned mystery rites when you go into the cave of ceres or whatever. You are repeating ideas of death with your mercury words so that they imprint on your spirit, and your body likes to resonate with your spirit. And it’s also enforced by the darkness in the church and the darkness of those rituals... so you are using all of your resources and harmonizing to the mortality part of you, the idea that death is indeed real, you embody death you live out death. The quiet the sorrow the misgiving the mourning. And THEN, YOU EMBODY THE LIFE. And not just new life. Not birth of a baby so the cycle continues. YOU EMBODY THE ETERNALNESS OF LIFE! YOU EMBODY ETERNAL FUCKING LIFE! HE IS RISEN!!!! It’s the GOOD NEWS, when you talk to Christians who really believe it it’s the BEST NEWS THEY’VE EVER HEARD, THE BEST NEWS THEY COULD EVER TELL YOU, and when the church believes it and gives it to you, they are being the most generous as its possible to be... you embody the eternal nature of the soul that your spirit knows is true. You glow on both sides of the yin yang... This is the main focus of Christianity and Christian alchemy. It’s... COOL.

What happened this easter was, there were services inside and outside. The music director put me and my 2 favorite people in a thread and told us to come up with the music. I did, and they acquiesced. I picked just like a bunch of my favorite music from Mozart operas, plus a couple other pieces that I liked (turned out to both be by Aquarius composers). One of the pieces was a hymn to Isis and Osiris but it turns out sometimes Christians put “When I beholdthe wondrous cross” to it so that worked :)))) Ummm... the whole process was so easy, everyone respected me and each other, no one fought, I practiced but not too hard, I played ok but not too great hahaha, the others played very well, we all cooperated, we all saw all the community, we all picked up right where we left off. I didn’t feel the incense eternal life high I felt two easters ago. But, everyone was there, the weather was beautiful, nothing was the matter. Without any sense of cycle or attachment to a wheel, without stress and labor, resentment drama expectation criticism strife... it was simply, a wonderful musical time, that I was given to create and enjoy, and I really enjoyed it, and we all three got a hundred bucks. It was the type of experience that I’m used to trying to plan, but get frustrated and it turns impossible... and look, it was just Given to me. And. I didn’t believe in it yesterday. I didn’t believe in Easter’s promise last night. I thought the magic of the world was broken or wounded. I sat with my sorrow and embodied it with my bleary fatness on my meditation cushion. I couldn’t see or feel anything clearly... just a sense of being a broken toy. And it was beautiful. Mild. Meaningful. And just right there. So accessible.

I have to tell my church I’m leaving them for the other church. It feels fine... it still feels like the right thing. It feels like it’s going to be a growth of this energy. All the welcoming open feelings are even stronger at the other church. And I think it will open the door to even more collaboration, b/c collaboration is already starting to happen. I think it will be fine I just gotta rip the bandaid off.

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What's the worst fight you all had?

“The worst fight? Oh no... I... think that one was a while back, when we were still teens.”

FlashBack Time~

(slight warning, this is long, like sorry guys)

“Ok, that’s it! I’ve had enough of this punk, going around and giving people a ‘reality check’. Well, I think its his turn to have one.” Zackery huffed, his lips drawn back into a snarl as he began to pull his hair back into a ponytail.

“Zackery, no! You are not going to do anything except sit down and cool off.” Kodo stated, standing up and crossing her arms, her vines sprouting out and wrapping tightly around his waist. “Zackery, you are part of Team Harmony and you’re trying to become a hero, going around and punching anyone and everyone who pisses you off is only going to end up hurting you in the end and it wont solve anything.” She added, huffing out hot air from her nose and narrowing her eyes at him.

Zackery simply snarled before yanking at her vines, forcing Kodo to stumble toward him. “And what about you?! All you end up doing is just shut down and get all passive, basically rolling over whenever a problem comes up that you cant figure out how to solve! Dont you care at all that the guy you, supposedly had a crush on, told you to fuck off?? Doesn’t it bother you that he’s happy with someone else while you did absolutely nothing and just sat out in the background?!” He shouted, waving his arms around, clenching and unclenching his fists over and over as his anger start to boil over.

“Yes.. no... I dont know dammit! I failed and messed up and made things worse, so just let me forget about it and move on already for Christ sake! As long as he’s happy, I’m happy, who cares? Whatever. Besides, the key word here is HAD. I HAD a crush on him, right now, I dont, so I dont care. And why do you care anyway? None of this involves you, none of this is about you!” Seemed anger was contagious since Kodo was starting to engage Zackery in a screaming contest. By now, her vines had released Zackery but they were flinging around, mimicking Kodo’s arm movements. Finally, she stood on her toes, chest puffed out and glared up at Zackery, fists balled up and at her side, shaking.

“Why do I care? Why do I care?! Kodo for fuck sake, has over 10 years of friendship mean so little to you that you have to question why I would care about someone telling you to fuck off? What am I to you? A knight, your brother, or just a fucking joke?!” Zackery trailed off, having started off yelling and stomping closer to her but has he started to piece things together, his shoulders sagged, lips forming a small and thin line, eyes glancing at her and then at the ground before he just sighed and shook his head.

With a huff, Zackery spun on his heels and stomped over to the door, only for Tachi to have had enough of this screaming contest and stepped in, blocking Zackery’s way.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Tachi asked, looking down at Zackery with arms crossed.

“And just who the fuck do you think you are? You really think you’re something all high and mighty huh? Look at you, looking down at me as if I was nothing more but just a nuisance... thats what I am to you people, right? A good for nothing nuisance that does nothing but brings trouble?”

“Zackery, please, lets just talk about this.”

“Zack, you’re a major nuisance right now. Just turn around and sit down before you blow a fus-.” Tachi ordered, only to get cut off by a sudden punch to the face. The sucker punch was strong enough to knock Tachi back and bump against the door before he regained his footing. Rubbing his now sore jaw, Tachi glared at Zackery, clenching his fist.

“So I’m a major nuisance huh? Finally glad that we can have some fucking truth around here. You want to know what I think about you!? All you do is walk around as if you own the place, all high and mighty just because you have a real special quirk, AND YOU DONT EVEN USE ALL OF IT! Not to mention, you never really talk to us about anything that goes on in that thick skull of yours. If we’re supposed to be a team, you sure do have a funny way of showing your team spirit.” Zackery ranted, getting all up in Tachi face, who was doing all he could to stop himself from knocking the fireball out.

“Zackery please, that’s enough. Can we just cool off and move on?” Kodo asked, hesitantly approaching her friend only to jump back when he spun around to face her.

“Dont think you’re getting out of this scot-free. You’re just as bad as he is when it comes to your secrets. I get it, I’m a dumb fuck, I know I am, and its clear thats how the two of you see me, but I’m not blind. You like to go around pretending that you’re this open book, almost as if you’re better than all of us, but I know the truth, you hide so many things in between the lines. I am just so sick and tired of you two keeping everything a secret and treating me like I’m the dumbest fucking hazard there is in the world!” As Zackery ranted and scream, Kodo slowly backed away, wanting to keep as much distance between herself and her angry friend.

Finally, Tachi just grabbed Zackery and lifted him up to eye level. "So you think you’ve done nothing wrong? Look at you. You’re just a walking fire hazard. Its a wonder how you made it this far in life without someone else coming around and dealing with you. With either of us, you’d probably just end up sleeping under a bridge somewhere!”

The two dived into a heated argument between each other, Zackery’s hair slowly growing in temperature with smoke rising up from it, while Tachi was just shaking in anger.

As Kodo watched her two friends just verbally rip each other apart, a lump formed in her throat as her eyes watered up, stinging and making it hard to see until finally, “I’M SORRY!” She shouted, causing the two to pause in their own argument and looked at her.

“Wait, what? Why are you apologizing?”

“I’m sorry! I dont tell you guys anything, I just bottle everything up, I feel like crap every single day, I’m just so jealous of your amazing and strong quirks while I got stuck with something weak, I’ll never be able to match anything you two do, I never meant to make either of you feel stupid, being smart is all I’m good at and even then I still mess up, I’m not worthy of being your leader or friend...” Kodo continued to just spill her guts out as tears cascaded down her red cheeks. Her voice cracked and shook in several places, but she continued to just spill it all out.

Tachi immediately dropped Zackery and the two scrambled over to her, a little unsure of what to do. After a while, the two decided to just let Kodo let it all out, tissues and a water bottle ready for her. After several minutes, she finally calmed down enough, that or she just ran out of things to say.

The room was just filled with this heavy and thick silence, the two brothers awkwardly looking at each other before one of them spoke. “Look, Tachi I-”

“No, I’m sorry. What you said... I... I think I really needed to hear it.”

“But dude, I shouldnt have yelled or said those nasty things... I mean, I’m sorry too.”

“But you were right. You two are family to me, when I lost my sight in my eye, everyone else just turned their backs on me but you two, you were there for me, helped me, and look at where I am now because of you two. I really should open up more, it would only help all of us, right?”

“Just because I was right doesnt mean that I should have said it in the way I did. I just, I just get so mad. Like I can clearly see that something is bugging your two guys, but no matter what I do, I cant get either of you to talk to me. It just made me feel like that I didnt matter to either of you and that you guys must hate me I’m sorry.”

“Zackery, you do matter. No matter how angry I get, or frustrated you make me feel, I could never hate you, and I will never stop loving you. I promise that from now on, I’ll try to open up more. You guys are my family.” Kodo chimed in, her voice a little scratchy from crying.

“Am I promise to try opening up as well. Zack, I’m sorry for making you feel like you were below me. You’re not, but I failed in making that clear.”

“I’m not exactly guilt free either. I really need to stop doing all of this fighting... and that sucker punch was just really uncalled for, I’m sorry dude. How about your punch me back and we call it even?”

“Zackery, if I did that, you’d end up in the hospital, so no. I kind of deserved it, so we’re fine.” Tachi added before ruffling his hair.

“Can... can we just stay like this for a while, please?” Kodo asked, referring to the cuddle pile that they had formed.

“Yeah, its rather nice... Maybe afterward we can head out and get some food?” Tachi offered, shifting a little until he was a little more comfortable.

“Sounds good to me, and I’ll pay since I started all of this.” Zackery stated, not letting any of them counter it. And with that, the trio just relaxed for a while, until Zackery said one last thing.

“I’m still kicking that punk’s ass, hard.”

“ZACKERY NO!”

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yall mind if i....... dissect anduins bigger parts in the war crimes novel

“Baine’s body quivered, ever so slightly, and he strode over to Anduin, peering at him intently. “When the weight of the brass pieces of the bell crushed you, I would imagine you were filled with fury. That when you awoke and faced an agonizing and long recovery, you wanted revenge against Garrosh for breaking every bone in your body, after you had come to him with help and wisdom.” Anduin said, very quietly, “No.” Baine pressed on.”You weren’t in torment? Frightened that you might never walk again? Angry?” “Yes, of course, all of those things.” “But you say now, here, under oath, that you did not want revenge.” “That’s true.” “That is a remarkable attitude. Why not?” “Because it doesn’t do any good. It won’t unbreak my bones, or bring back the dead. It won’t do anything but cause more damage.” It came easier now, the flow of words,as easy as breathing, and as necessary to life. “But certainly you do not wish Garrosh to do any of the things he has been charged with ever again, do you?” “No.” No more torment, no more pain. We’re here to help one another. To grow and prosper together. “Well, the Accuser insists that the only way to be certain that these terrible things won’t happen again is to put Garrosh Hellscream to death. Is that what you want?��

“Please tell the court, Prince Anduin,” said Baine. “Do you want Garrosh Hellscream to die for what he has done?” “No,” Anduin Wrynn said quietly. “Why not?” “Because I believe people can change.” “What makes you say that?” “Because I saw it happen with my father.” Anduin’s eyes flickered to Varian, who looked surprised. “Do you think Garrosh Hellscream can change?” A pause. Anduin turned his golden head to regard Garrosh intently. Inside his heart was no fear, only peace. He took a deep breath, expanding himself so that the true answer would come. “Yes.”

even though anduin has a lot of reason to wish nothing but awful things upon garrosh, he doesnt. after everything garrosh had done to the people of azeroth, and even to him, hes still willing to give garrosh another chance. he doesnt want revenge for what he did to him. he still believes that there can be good even in the absolute worst of people, that even they can change.

and honestly call me a sadist or whatever but i wanna see if blizzard ends up pushing anduin to his limit with that. like what would someone have to do to TRULY get on his bad side? im legitimately curious

like.. even later in the book, anduin finds out that garrosh’s food had been poisoned, and, even knowing what garrosh was capable of, he kicked the bowl away so that garrosh would live. garrosh grabbed anduin’s arm and he literally said to him he would pull it RIGHT OFF, but he didnt protest. he felt at peace thinking that he did the right thing. not to mention that garrosh was TRYING to piss anduin off when he was going to warn him, and he STILL saved his life. like, jesus christ.. hes 15 and hes doing All That

“Garrosh, listen to me--” Anduin began, intent on warning him about the poisoned dish. “–I hope you live to be king. Because whether or not I am here to see it, the day you take the throne, the orcs will celebrate. And we will come for Stormwind. Do you hear me? We will race through your streets, and kill your people. We will place your soft little peace-craving body on a pike, and burn your city down around your still-wet ears. And in whatever afterlife your precious Light grants you, your parents will wish Queen Tiffin had miscarried.” Anduin had stopped breathing. He felt as if he was about to burst with white-hot wrath. He wanted to stop Garrosh from speaking, ever, to blast his mind and wipe all that it was to be Garrosh Hellscream from it. He knew how to use the Light. He could use it now, not as a shield to protect, or a balm to heal, but as a weapon. Maybe Veressa had been right-- maybe the Light was at work. It was going to take care of Garrosh Hellscream. All Anduin would need to do was stay silent. He’d been an idiot to think he could help. That he could somehow reach Garrosh. The orc had been correct about one thing. Nothing good could ever, ever reach him. He tried to kill you, he thought. He’d kill you now, if he could. Let him die. The world really would be better off without him. Garrosh watched the prince of Stormwind struggle against his rage, and laughed. He squeezed a sunfruit quarter over his curry and picked up the bowl, raising it to his lips. With an anguished sob that was half a snarl, Anduin darted forward, reaching his arm through the ensorcelled window and knocking the bowl from Garrosh’s hands. It clattered to the floor, its contents spattering the furs. Garrosh seized Anduin’s arm and yanked, slamming the prince’s face against the hard iron. He twisted the arm sharply, taking it to an almost impossible position, and Anduin gasped. “Roused you to anger, have I boy?” Then I have won!” “Your food-- it’s poisoned,” Anduin hissed, clenching his teeth through the pain. “You lie! I can’t squeeze your skinny little throat through the bars, but I’ve got your arm, and I can rip it out of it’s socket!” Anduin let the light fill him, and the pain fell back before him. Calmness replaced the agitation in his spirit, and he offered no protest. He simply regarded Garrosh. The orc was right. He could tear off Anduin’s arm as easily as ripping a plant from the earth. Anduin was at the orc’s mercy, and he surrendered his concern. He had done the right thing, and that was what mattered. Whatever would happen, would happen.”

like, anduin.. i love you, but no offense-- give the fuck up on garrosh! hes trash garbage! a real Bastard! let him perish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but anyway anduins character is so interesting to me and i love the way christie golden writes him. Its Just Good Writing

#lena.txt #under a cut because i the parts i used from the book to show my points are like really long lol #meanwhile my points are like 2 sentences long

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Six "Must-Read" Short Stories

1. A Rose for Emily

It was written by the American author William Faullkner and was first published in 1930. It starts with the tale of a rich single woman, Emily, who is a mysterious recluse, frequently thought about but little-seen, living alone in a big home, rarely socializing. An old black woman is her only friend. Emily fails to have a street address when the position is first established in the community and refuses to pay taxes; a former mayor has formally released her of her tax obligations, but younger officials want to impose them. Occasionally, those who walk by her house see her on the ground floor, and she seems to have sealed up the top deck, but for certain, nothing else can be told. The protagonist is a part of the citys council, one of many suspicious people who come to snoop as Emily passes away. In the funeral-goers, the old black worker, now very dead, lets softly and then leaves. The stuffy, moldy, grand old house is visited by the writer and other officials and a single upstairs door is closed. Forcing the entrance, they discover inside a bedroom that looks like a gentlemans occupants, with discarded suits, a hairbrush, cufflinks spread out to be put on, but all corroded by time and coated in a dust film. The story kind of reflects how people perceive happiness. Some wanted to relieve every moment that made them happy to somehow feel that kind of emotion again. Sometimes we felt like the things that made us happy are also the things that make our lives worth living. Emily cannot be blame for she just wants to be loved and feel contentment. At the end of the day, letting go and accepting what is present would still be based on our decisions. It is only ourselves that could decide what will really give us genuine happiness.

2. The Cask of Amontillado

It is about a man make revenge on a friend who, he believes, has insulted him. The storys narrator, Montresor, tells an unspecified person, who knows him very well, of the day he took his revenge on his friend, Fortunato. Because of numerous insults and injuries. Montresor plots to murder his friend during Carnival, while the man is drunk and unconscious. Montresor tells Fortunato he has obtained some rare vintage Amontillado wine and lures him into a private wine-tasting excursion. Montresor brings the drunk Fortunato into his family catacombs. He chains Fortunato to a wall deep in the catacombs, then bricks up the opening. Fortunato screams for release, but Montresor only mocks him. Fortunatos body remains undiscovered for fifty years. The story is told by Montressors lips, the murderer who seeks revenge in the near future. From this angle, I appreciated how Poe and many of his others approached this research. To achieve his goals, the reader gets to see how the killer is thought, preparing, and organizing. Nevertheless, the more credible source is not Montressor. Although I believe hes frank with his actions and thoughts, he never addresses how he doesnt really seem to want to keep up with his challenge once hes trapped his buddy fully. We can see some of Montressors reluctance in paying back Fortunato, but it never emerges from the conscious thoughts of Montressor. The in-depth look at the reflections of Montressor helps connect the reader with the uncertainty about the future of Fortunato

3. Hills Like White Elephant

It is about a man and woman drinking beer while they are waiting for a train in a train station in Spain. The man is attempting to convince the woman to get an abortion. The man tries to to reassure the woman that the procedure is safe and promise that hell be right beside her the whole time, and it is the only solution to their problems. The girl tries using the things around her and the landscape on the other side of the tracks as a metaphor for the life they could have as a family. The man still pretends to be supportive, and tells that he really wants abortion, until the girl commands him to stop talking. Momentarily silenced, the two drink their last beer before the American carries their bags to the platform in preparation for the train soon on its way. Ernest Hemingways short story Hills Like White Elephants explores the polemical issue of abortion through a wandering young couples character development. Even though the word abortion is not mentioned anywhere in the novel, Hemingways strong use of atmosphere and meaning is irrefutably known. Originally, the narrator known only as the American exploits the meeker and soft-spoken Jig before she utilizes her feminine guiles to outwit him. The use of sarcastic sarcasm, subtle conversational style and verbal intelligence by Jig demonstrates her dominance over her male partner. Going further into the White Hills meaning, one can picture the hills reflecting the womb of a pregnant woman in a metaphorical way. On the other side of the valley, the hills are situated that can only be seen from a distance. The reflection of the remote hills may suggest that the girl finds it a distressing choice between the dry country and the hills. The dry land with the guy is also an abortion, and the hills imply conception, leaving the man. Its also clear that the guy never sees the slopes. He ignores the idea that it is impossible to choose abortion. Finally, the white color in this tale symbolizes the purity of the unborn child.

4. God Sees the Truth, But Waits

The story revolves around a man who was sent to prison for a murder he didnt commit. It implies a general theme in lined with faith and biblical message about what you need to do when the world is up against you. Ivan Aksionov is falsely accused and got imprisoned for 26 years for a crime he did not commit but he still puts his trust in God and still surrender everything and what will happen in His hands. The main character, Aksionov, was innocent in his prison life. What I like most about is that in every circumstance he has faced, he chooses to pray. Putting him in jail renders him godly. He didnt try to run, either. I might tell that Semyonich, deep inside him, lived his free life with remorse. In the first place, I believe Semyonich wants to kill Aksionov because hes jealous of being wealthy. I love the story like that. The occurrences are obvious from the very beginning of the story as well. The title means that, from the very beginning of every case, God knows everything that happens, but he is waiting for the right time to reveal the truth of what actually happened. We just have to wait for the right time to realize what God is actually doing for us. The intentions are not to harm us, but to educate us about lifes ideals. I was born as a Catholic not to keep hate in my bones, but only love and forgiveness. While it is valid that a person cannot step forward unless he / she forgives, in this tale I cant help but feel the injustice of life. It seems that only God can know the truth, it is to him alone we must appeal, and from him alone expect mercy. The only thing we can do in the midst of suffering caused by evil is to appeal to the mercy of God and believe that God knows and is in our suffering with us. The suffering of God with his people in Jesus Christ on the cross is one of the great truths and great mysteries of Christianity.

5. A Father

It is about a father, Musatov, who is blessed to have a kind hearted and dedicated children. Musatov is a drunkard and always asking money from his sons, and these sons always lend him with what he asked. His children indulge their father, Musatov, continually, even though he doesnt deserve it. Anton Chekhov (1860-1904) was a Russian novelist and playwright, regarded by many as one of the best short story writers in literature history. Chekhov was also a successful doctor, but his true passion was to write. He was quoted as saying Medicine is my wife and my life is literature. A tragic parent, Old Musatov, is fortunate to have children that are very committed. Musatov is a drunkard who continually asks for money from his family, which they offer him over and over again. Musatov expresses drunkly to one of his daughters, Boris, the gratitude and admiration he experiences for all his children, while at the same time admitting his own shortcomings. The children tend to indulge their dad. This short story simply shows how a father loves his children unconditionally despite of him being an alcoholic and imperfect as a father. This could give the readers a realization that it is not only our mothers that we appreciate more but we must also show appreciation to our fathers as well because at the end of the day they are still the ones thatll protect us at all costs, we will still run back to them if we get and hurt and they are also our number one fan.

6. The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World

It is about the changes brought by a dead man on an entire village. It implies the lesson of how a great person used his power to change others, to inspire them to be better, to make them want be the person theyve always dreamed of. The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World frequently examines one dead mans transformative effect on a community as a whole. This claim that a really nice person can change people, motivate them to be different, make them want to be exceptional. It is important that the change of the villager originates completely from within in this novel. After all, the dying man is dead, which ensures that the people are themselves accountable for the changes they make.

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