#i fucking hate HATE doing backgrounds sorry if it looks wonky

[lolorenoca]

i ain't no candle in the wind

[mgarmagedon]

And how do yours transformers friend liked the trailer?

She is not very optimistic about it unfortunately... which I can understand, but I will write about positives first :DD

But first of all we will starts with all the good parts she said about it! She said that she is amazed of the backgrounds and she thinks that it's actually really good looking city and nature! She said that it's giving her vibes of guardians of the galaxy which I totally agree with!!!

And that is all what she said nice about it... but after hype kinda go away (I mean I'm still hyped, but not fresh after seeing trailer, so I can finally see a bigger picture kinda XD) I can understand some of her arguments!

Basically she said Orion, D-16, etc. are looking uncanny to her, to the point she is feeling weird to look at them and I... I can understand that I mean in some frames they are looking so wonky and just straight up weird.

I mean look, he Megan here looks like fucking frog, and the second frame is- is something different in bad way 👀👀👀 and kinda agree that they optics are kinda ugly, ngl these motherfuckes have better optics

She also said this movie feels like something like nickelodeon would make and it's a prequel to Earth Spark (she hates nick as I do, so yeah)

And she said that comedy (at least in trailer) write like in C class polish rom-com, which is shown in TVP 50 times a years, in every holiday (something like Kogiel Mogiel, idk what could be equivalent of this for you my not-polish followers, so sorry)

I can't kinda agree with that, because it was just a trailer and I know that in trailer should be the best parts of the movie to encourage ppl to watch it! But that was just a tiny little part of the movie, so it can't represent the wole thing :V I would say the thing we should worry about it's the number of characters in this movie, because do you remember the flop of Rise of The beast, and how many unused character there was??? XDD I still can't forgive them not using more Stratosphere >:CC

She also said that Bee probably will as irritating as he was in animated...

I mean I can see that's coming and I hope he won't like this, but yeah... But still imo this scene was funny

And kinda like the fact he looks like Goldbug in G2 :DD

So she said it didn't buy her and she won't see it (maybe on some SITES which are not fully legal...), BUT i hope next trailers will change her opinion about this movie :DD

[shigarakitomuras-startingline]

latest ep thoughts! ✋🏻🔪🦎🔥🎩🎭

Pros:

Shigaraki’s redesign! He looks AMAZING

Twice’s stupid ringtone I fucking love it

the voice acting was top-notch, especially from Uchiyama

the flashback scene was good! There were a few wonky frames but I loved that they kept the distorted paneling from the manga

Shigaraki again oh my god. They used to do him so dirty but now he looks PERFECT

the purple glow in Ujiko’s creepy lab… very nice

the fact that MVA is finally being animated let’s go

Cons:

they named the ep My Villain Academia but cut ch220 entirely?? Ironic much??

SPINNER BONES REALLY HATES YOU I’M SO SORRY

the coat grab! the joke about religion making money that comes up later! SPINNER! the rags-to-riches element of the arc! SPINNER! Compress talking about sushi that also comes up later! They skipped so many little things that give context to the LoV and this arc… but nooo we had to have beach filler :/

seriously what are they going to do about all the callbacks they didn’t set up bc they skipped 220

the voice changer was toeing the line between kind of funny and way too dumb, but that is a very small thing lmao

Machia’s animation wasn’t great

they kept playing intense music in places it really wasn’t necessary? We get that they’re villains. They can have a conversation without “THEY’RE EVIL” music blasting in the background lmao

In conclusion, I enjoyed this episode, but JUSTICE FOR SPINNER!! Please let there be a flashback to at least when he yells at Shigaraki that’s kind of important

[cecelianonymous22]

Creep | Expensive Headphones Full Comic + commentary

Just click on the panels if you don’t wanna see all the commentary.

This was actually the first time I did a perspective like this. I found a reference for hoodies and used a back-facing one similar to the panel

First time I’ve done this pose. I got the reference from here. Also look at that crushing man!

I honestly don’t know where I was going with the angel wings. Like- I thought I was gonna add more visuals like that but I kinda..didn’t?

Kinda don’t like this bc it looks wonky. But yeah, point is, bullies succ

I have a thing where like- my side profiles are inconsistent to my normal style?? Idk, its fuckin stupid sometimes but im working on it.

Also I kept forgetting Michael’s headphones hA-

This one was kind of a pain in the ass tbh. Bc I didn’t copy and past anything like I should’ve. And also because I had an inefficient way of using the bucket tool so i had to fill in all the edges

This wasn’t an original idea but I can’t find the original post. All I know is that it’s somewhere on Tumblr

ASHLEEEY! SQUIP MOOOOM! 

Sorry, I love her lmao. My friend Evan created this specific design for Rich’s mom/Squip and I kinda took it as gospel because it just Makes sense

ft. me remembering that Rich has tattoos 

(btw! the undercut and the natural hair are slightly different colors. fun trivia for ya)

Lmao I hated the hand in the last frame so I just kinda..cut it out..

Also I had drawn the spark thing as green for some reason. The reason it’s a slightly different blue than Ashley is bc i was too lazy to go back over it so i just changed the hue

I know this looks like ass but I never really draw with perspective like this

Like, the podium looks good

But RIch? Eh...

(Btw, i used a thing call 3D viewer on my laptop to figure out the podium)

I would just like to note that there’s a little scene transition between this panel and the next one.

I just

Didn’t realize how it would look together

ft. me remembering Michael’s headphones

Funky silhouettes  

Funky backgrounds

This looked way worse than I originally had planned

But hey, look at that hand! The expressions are garbage but that hand!

ft. my art cooperating with me for once (minus Michael’s hand smh)

Btw, this whole scene is after Michael’s breakdown, which is why he’s trying to get out in the last panel

In this panel, Rich is pretty much just trying to persuade Michael

now kith

the arm sucks but yeah thats a lighter

also i probably mentioned this in the part i posted it in but

i highkey kinda hc that they hooked up in this time frame

and thats how Rich stole Michael’s lighter

but im not fucking drawing that so

just know ig

ew inconsistent side perspectives

ew inconsistent door

ft. hickeys ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The most detailed panel of the entire comic

CINNABUN

CINNABUN

CINNAB-

yo look at that

a side perspective thats not ASS

fun fact

Jeremy and Michael’s hair are both messed up for the same reason ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Except in Jeremy’s situation it wasnt exactly consensual but..go off ig..

lowkey dont like this but yk

it works

back at it again with the bad side views

btw i almost forgot his burns! 

or well

i did forget and then went back to edit them in

the 

bisexual epiphany

ft. Michael overhearing and getting flustered bc Halloween

Alright that’s all the boyfs content yall are getting, sorry /lh, g

Oh but this was a first too! For hugs n shit. Here’s the reference I used

ft. me getting better with expressions!!

this little scene is honestly just, Michael cracking a joke or some kinda comment and Rich being all :)) about it

happy bois

starting to catch a little bit of feels

and the get well soon bear :))

But there you have it! There’s my comic

I’m really happy that I was able to finish it! Especially considering I started it in August, I think

Normally I lose motivation for that kinda shit but nope! Not this time! :))

Also I just think we need to overthrow the Boyfs supremacy so

I’m trying to do that with Expensive Headphones content 

But yeah! Thanks to everyone who enjoys this comic! You all make my day!

[meganshinsou-tm]

Crimson|Ink (m.)

↳ chapter three: lying from you

❧ genre:  tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

❧ chapter song: Lying From You by Linkin Park

♬crimson|ink playlist | ♧ character profiles | artist credit

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"Who?"

Denki grit his teeth as electricity sparked from his palms, "(Y/N), you asshole! What did you say to her to make her cry!"

Kirishima's face went from amused to blank. Even if making you hate him was his end goal, he never meant to make you cry. 

Sighing, the red-head went back to cleaning up his mess from before, finally setting his tattoo machine and used utensils back on the tray. Kaminari wasn't happy with his lack of response and sent a bolt of electricity to the metal rolling tray. Kirishima was fast enough to remove his hands from the object and gave the yellow-haired male a look of disbelief.

"Dude what the fuck is your problem! You hardly even know the girl, now you want to fight for her?"

"Whether I know her or not, it's uncool to make a woman cry you moron. You've been a real dick to her ever since she stepped foot in here, for no reason! What the fuck is your problem!"

The two glared at each other and were at a stand-off. Sero and Bakugou had finally made their way to the room, both stopping at the doorway and staring at their friends who were in a fighting stance. Sero went to break everything up but the blonde held him back by the shoulder. He wanted to see how this played out, to confirm his suspicions. 

Kirishima looked over Denki's shoulder to Bakugou.

"Are you gonna let him really just start some random fight with me over some dumb girl, right here?"

Kirishima’s words only added fuel to Denki's fire and the electric male lunged at him. Kiri was taken off guard and actually tackled to the ground. Immediately Denki was using his quirk to subdue his much stronger friend. Kirishima hissed and growled as he was legitimately shocked a few times before he could harden his skin and pushed Denki off of him.

"What did you say ass-wipe," Denki sneered as he threw a punch to Kirishima's jaw.

As if a strike of luck, Kirishima had let go of his quirk the second before the incoming fist made contact with his face. Shockingly the hit rocked him on his heels, his hand went up to rub his jaw as he moved it around. Rage finally settled in his veins when Denki smirked and chuckled at him. A “you fucker,” came from his lips before he lunged at his friends waist and drove him into the ground, causing them both to slide to Sero and Bakugou's feet. Quickly, Kiri had his foe turned over on his stomach and his arms pinned behind his back, holding his face to the ground.

"I said we didn't need her around here, and we don't! You all fucking know that! Why are you suddenly letting some pretty pair of eyes make you forget what we really are huh? When I said we need someone to work here, I meant someone like us, not some random girl that can be a liability," Kirishima growled looking up from Denki and to his other friends.

A booted foot came into contact with his forehead, forcefully pushing him off of Denki. Sero bent down and helped his friend up to his feet. Bakugou smirked and walked over to Kirishima, crouching before him, both sets of red eyes burning holes into the others soul.

"You don't think I thought about that dipshit? Sure taking this job will put her in danger, but who better to protect her then us huh, and I know you'd be the first fucking one to take a bullet for her if it came down to it, wouldn't you?"

The red-heads eyes widened and he gulped. 

In the background Sero groaned at the sudden realization, Denki of course was still left behind. He quirked a yellow brow at his friend and questioned what that meant. Sero rolled his black eyes and flicked Denki's forehead. 

"He's fucking in love with her you moron."

"What? If he likes her so much then why was he being a massive dick to her," Denki replied throwing his hands up.

"I don't fucking love that brat, far from it," Kirishima growled and pushed Bakugou away so he could stand to his feet.

"Not yet at least," Bakugou chuckled and stood up.

Kirishima ignored the blonde and went to discarding the used needles and equipment from your tattoo session. He couldn't believe what was happening to him right now. Of course Bakugou would be the one to see right through him, it's been that way for years. 

The red-head may look and seem intimidating from the outside, but deep down he was a major teddy bear and believed in shit like love and finding the one. It only depressed him even more knowing that that life would probably never happen for him, not in his line of work. It was too dangerous for him to get attached and reciprocate feelings for another, to let them into his life. He already had five other people to worry about, he didn't need to add you to the list. Not after they all had failed one of their leaders already.

"Anyone have a way of getting in contact with her," Bakugou questioned, making Kirishima freeze and turn around.

Denki immediately spoke up and waved his phone in the air, "I got lil'mama's number right here!"

"Okay, how did you get her number before me or plain face over here," Bakugou questioned and snatched the phone from his hand.

Kaminari just smiled and ruffled his hair, "A good player never reveals his tricks of the trade gentlemen, I'm sorry."

Sero scoffed and slapped the back of the yellow-haired males head, causing him to yelp and glare. 

"You're no player Kami, just a dumbass."

"Thems fighting words man, wanna go?"

Sero chuckled and quickly pulled Denki under his arm in a choke hold, ruffling his hair and teasing about how he just got his ass kicked by Kirishima. Denki struggled under Sero's wonky elbow and whined to be freed.

"That's enough idiots. Denki, get ahold of (Y/N), see if she wants to grab coffee or something with you and Sero and you two get her back here ready to work," Bakugou commanded tossing the phone back to Denki.

Kirishima growled and stormed towards Bakugou, fuming and steaming at the ears, "Are you fucking serious? Didn't I just say –"

"Yeah I heard ya shitty hair, but you don't make the decisions around here!"

"Neither do you asshole," Kirishima replied as he went to punch Bakugou.

The blonde deflected his attack by grabbing his wrist and bringing his knee up to Kirishima's torso with so much force he hunched over and gasped for air. Holding and twisting his arm back, Bakugou leaned in close to Kirishima's ear.

"No I don't, I didn't want that shitty title, but I do have his ear in all the final decisions. I'm also your elder and I think you need to remember your fucking place before I have to remind you."

Kirishima panted and side eyed the blonde who was grinning at him. Sero and Denki both whistled and looked everywhere but the altercation happening before them, swaying back and forth on their heels as they tried to keep from snickering.

"You and I both know we need some extra help up here if we want to find the fucker that killed Yagi. Having a plain normal girl will help to keep our own 'normal' image up, plus she's destined to bring in more business with that quirk of hers and maybe we can finally get out of this shitty role. You can have everything you want, including her, without any worries or fears. Until then you know we always protect our own, and no one will even think about touching a pretty little hair on her pretty little head. Do I make myself clear?"

Kirishima grunted and pulled, but Bakugou's grip only tightened. 

The red-head didn't want to give in, he didn't want you around at all. He knew he'd go crazy having to see your face every day, smell your intoxicating scent and hear your sweet voice. He'd be forced to see that damned smile and those massive eyes. You'd become the death of him, and Bakugou was right, no matter how much he wanted you to hate him, he'd still take a bullet for you.

Kirishima didn't know why he was so head over heels for you already, maybe it really was love at first sight. Since seeing your unhealed scar, he felt the need to protect you, to know more and to go find the monster who did that to you. You'd be so much better off had you not walked into that shop, now you had everyone intrigued and gunning for your return and stay. Kirishima knew he'd be outnumbered and knew he should quit while he was ahead.

Sighing and finally relaxing, Kirishima nodded, "Crystal."

Bakugou immediately released his friend and helped him to stand straight again, nudging his shoulder with a grin before turning to Sero and Denki.

Raising his hand, Denki cleared his throat before speaking, "Not that I'm complaining or anything but why do we have to fix his fuck up?"

"Because you idiot, you really think she wants to talk to this asshole again? I expect you at least try to apologize to (Y/N) the next time you see her. We're a family here, we don't have to like each other but we respect each other, got it?"

All three of the men in the room nodded and agreed with their elder. Before leaving, Bakugou made sure to remind Denki of his task and that he'd be making his own phone call. Sero followed after the blonde, leaving Denki and Kirishima to their selves. 

Kirishima turned and started to clean up his studio, grabbing disinfectant and spraying down the tattoo chair. Denki walked over and took the bottle and sprayed the empty tray and counter tops before taking some paper towels from the red-head. They worked together cleaning the room before Kirishima gathered his things and they headed out.

"Look I'm sorry bro. I didn't know your reasoning. I just lose it when I see someone crying. I just got this overwhelming big brother vibe and I wanted to defend her."

Kirishima smiled and placed a hand on his friends shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "It's no problem man, I needed my ass kicked. It wasn't manly of me to treat her that way, but it's all I can think to do."

"So does this mean you're still going to be an ass to her?"

Kiri nodded and frowned, "I can't let her think she has a chance, not if it means endangering her life. The less she knows about us the better. If me being a jerk to her will make it easier for her to leave when the time comes then I'll do it. I don't want another body to bury."

Denki sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Bakugou is right though, we'll protect her, so why not change?"

"It's complicated dude, and I'm tired. Let's just drop it."

The two had finally made their way back to the front of the shop. Sero and Bakugou were talking among themselves before turning to look at them, who had obviously made up by now. Denki and Kirishima gave each other a firm fist bump and the yellow-haired male smiled and chuckled before crossing his arms behind his head and sauntering to his other friends.

"Well my dudes, until Rockhead over here stops acting so dumb, that little dime is free real-estate!"

You sighed and checked the time on your phone as you walked from the vehicle and towards a coffee shop. You looked at the name of the shop before re-reading the text Denki had sent you, just to make sure it was the right place. 

A gust of chilly wind flew by, making your scarf almost fly away until a familiar cheerful voice sounded off.

"I got it cutie!"

Turning around a smile grew on your face upon seeing Denki jog your way with scarf in hand as his other clasped the collar of his coat close to his face. Sero trotted behind him pulling his beanie over his ears. You were happy to see both of their friendly faces and eagerly gave them both a hug, Denki went the extra mile and pecked your cheek, making you blush and playfully shove him.

"Let's get your cute butt inside before you freeze to death," he suggested and motioned you towards the door.

Sero ran to open it for you and nodded when you gave him a 'thank you'. Once inside the three of you ordered drinks, to which Sero insisted on paying for. There was no arguing since Denki pulled you away and to a table close by a window, leaving the black-haired male on his own. You gave him an apologetic smile and you could swear he blushed. Denki pulled your stool out and took your hand gently to help you up and onto it. He sat in a stool right next to you and rather close, making your knees brush and flashing you a literal heart stopping smile.

"Okay Denki, why am I here? I can just tell you have something up your sleeve."

"Aww, what if I genuinely wanted to spend time with you cutie, would that be so bad," he questioned and batted his lashes.

"No, it wouldn't but you're really laying on the charm right now, and if you wanted to spend time with me, I think you'd want to alone. Sero being here has me suspicious, like he's your wing-man for something."

Denki smirked and brushed back a strand of (h/c) hair that fell in your face. "Alright shorty, you got me. We're on a mission, to get you back into the shop and working for us."

If you had your drink you would've spit it out instantly from the laughter spewing from your mouth. At the right time Sero had popped up, drinks in hand and asked what was so funny.

"You two thinking that I'd even consider working at that shop, that's what's funny."

"Aww, come on (Y/N), hear us out please, if we don't return with good news Bakugou is bound to throttle us!"

You quirked a brow and sipped on your warm tea, Sero sat down on the opposite side of you and Denki. 

Why Bakugou wanted you there so bad had you intrigued. He was the one to mention it and offer the spot to you but you didn't understand why he seemed so hellbent on getting you back there. Or why any of them did, except for that red-headed jerk. If he wasn't there you honestly wouldn't think twice about the job. Who wouldn't love to work in a shop full of drop dead gorgeous tattooed men, overbearingly flirty ones at that.

"What does Bakugou want with me?"

Denki chuckled and raised a brow, "Among many things, he mainly wants you to work for us. Be our image when people first walk into the door."

"Remember I told you, we don't get a lot of female clientele," Sero questioned before taking a sip of his coffee. "Our shop can be the nicest and most modern looking shop on the street, but when most chicks walk in and see Bakugou's mad face or Kirishima's soul crushing eyes they tuck tail and run in the opposite direction. We thought if we had someone cute, feminine, sweet looking then maybe it could bring in more business. Plus, we have some other things going on as well, and having an extra hand around to answer the phone, emails, make appointments and such would be a major help."

You looked at your cup, the tip of your fingers tracing the rim of it as you took in Sero's words. You wanted to help them out, really. Being new to the area, you could use the job, the money, the friends. Also working with a band of heavily tattooed and intimidating looking guys wouldn't be so bad for other reasons. You just couldn't get over the fact though that Kiri seemed to despise you so much, for no reason. He went as far as to say the job wasn't even real and –

"I thought you guys didn't need me," you coldly replied, remembering the way Kiri said it to you.

Denki placed his hand on your forearm and Sero placed his on yours that laid on the table. You didn't flinch or seem taken off guard, you felt comfortable around these guys. You looked up to see Sero softly smiling at you with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

"Look, I know Kirishima was a jackass to you and you don't deserve that at all."

"Damn straight you don't, in fact I defended your honor and opened up a can of whoop ass on him," Denki chimed in.

"You didn't," you replied with a snort.

"He tried, Kiri won though, but it was a valiant gesture," Sero nodded and smiled at Denki. "Even Bakugou chewed him out for you. You see (Y/N), one of us may be a total dick, but the rest of us have your back. We'll keep his hard-headed ass in line, I'll tape his mouth shut if I need to, Denki will attempt to shock the shit out of him and Bakugou will blast him into oblivion."

A smile spread across your face from Sero and Denki trying their hardest to butter you up and get you to say yes. They were completely at your mercy. 

You turned to look at the golden eyed man next to you, he smiled and laid his head on your shoulder, whimping like a puppy, pouting his bottom lip. You and Sero both laughed and looked at each other, he gave you a flat lipped smile and pleading expression. Both the men were doing a damn good job at being cute and irresistible, no wonder Bakugou sent them together, it was a fool proof plan.

"I'll even bring you breakfast every morning," Sero added.

"And I'll bring you lunch!" Denki nearly shouted.

Biting on your lip you thought it over, mainly about how you'd deal with Kirishima. You couldn't just ignore and stoop down to his level of petty. You still wanted to try and make nice with him, maybe it was an off day and there was hope. Something about him made you want to try and try, even if it meant meeting rejection at each turn. He was a challenge no doubt and you sort of liked that. Plus the offerings of free food helped.

"Please, with a cherry on top," they both sung in unison.

You sighed and bit your lip, trying to hide the goofy smile that wanted to surface.

"Goddammit, okay fine! I'll do it!"

"SHE'S GONNA DO IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! SHE'S DOING IT," Kaminari yelled and threw his hands up into the air, making you and everyone else in the quiet coffee shop jump.

You tugged on the hem of his shirt and yanked him back into his seat quickly, placing your hand over his mouth with wide eyes as you chuckled. 

"Shut the fuck up you crazy person!"

Denki smiled and grabbed your wrist, pulling it off of his mouth and placing a kiss to the top of it. You blushed and pinched his cheek before leaning forward and placing a kiss to it. The male thought he died and went to heaven as he hummed and went all starry eyed. 

"Thank you Denki, for defending me."

"I'll do it over and over again if it means I get more of those!"

"Hey, you already have her number and got a kiss, give the rest of us a shot man!"

You looked at Sero and smiled, brushing your thumb on his hand that still held yours. For the remainder of your get together, Sero went over what your duties at the shop would be. 

Real simple stuff, keeping the place clean, answering the phone and replying to emails. Going out and getting supplies when they needed them, to which one of the guys would always tag along and help. He also asked if you'd be okay with using your quirk on their not so pleasant customers with low pain tolerances. You agreed, it was nothing to do really and made you feel needed even more. The shop was open pretty much every day but you were allowed to take any days off you wanted, it wouldn't really be an issue.

After the three of you finished your drinks you decided it was time to get back home. Denki got up and helped you down from your stool while Sero grabbed your coat and helped to put it on you. Both men hooked their arms through yours and walked you back out into the cold to your vehicle. 

You hugged Denki and kissed his cheek again before he took the key from Sero and ran to their vehicle to get it warming up. Turning, you looked at Sero who smiled. A gasp came out of your mouth when a snowflake landed right on your eye lash and made you shudder. Quickly Sero held your face in one hand and gently removed the snow flake with his fingers. You both blushed at each other when you blinked and his thumbs brushed your cheeks.

"Now is your last chance to back out, I know we laid it on pretty thick in there but if you're really uncomfortable then you can say no. I know Kirishima really hurt you the other day and we're all terribly sorry for that. He shouldn't treat any one that way."

You smiled and placed a hand over Sero's and winked, "I'm fine now Sero, really. It means a lot to have you, Denki and Bakugou back me up on this and to seek me out. I can handle myself though, I won't let Kiri get to me."

"If he does, you just come and find one of us."

You nodded and hugged the sweet black eyed male, he hugged you back and made you feel extremely warm and wanted. Before pulling away he kissed the top of your head and opened your car door. You placed a kiss on his cheek before getting in and shutting the door behind you. A massive triangular smile was plastered on his face as you started the car and drove away. Sero knew that eventually, Kirishima would be one lucky guy.

Kirishima walked down the sidewalk, hands in his coat pockets and eyes looking at the ground. His fingers dug around briefly to grasp the shop keys in his pocket as he got closer to the door. The wind nipped at his face and he pulled this collar of the coat up to shield his cheeks while his other hand inserted the key into the lock. Behind him he could hear the sound of a car door opening and closing before the horn went off as it locked. Footsteps were heard closing in near him.

"We don't open for a couple more hours," he spoke without even looking.

"That's cool," a sweet and sarcastic voice replied.

The red-head stopped what he was doing and turned his face to glance next to him. There you stood, cheeks and nose already pink from the ice-cold air. Strands of your (h/c) hair flew around your face as your eyes squinted from the gust of wind and snow. You licked your cold and dry lips before peeking an eye open to him.

"It's really cold out here Kiri," you finally spoke in a strained tone.

His brain finally started to function again and his hand turned the key in the lock. Kirishima quickly opened the door and motioned for you to walk inside, you thanked him and did so with a sprint. Once inside you could feel your body instantly defrosting, rubbing your arms as you shook the snow from your body. A chuckle was heard behind you, making your ears perk and you looked to see Kirishima smirking.

"What - are you a dog or something?"

Instantly your smile turned upside down and you rolled your eyes and removed your coat. Kirishima rose a brow when you revealed a black caged suspender skirt with a white t-shirt underneath. The caged straps of the skirt rested right under your breasts only accentuating them more. The hem of it hit you just above the knees. You walked behind the counter to place your coat on the chair, red eyes watching as your hips swayed.

"Oh hey, of course you're early! I got you breakfast, just like I promised!"

Kirishima quickly awoke from his trance when Sero's voice filled the room along with the bell on the door. Sero patted his back as he passed him and went behind the counter. You still had snow in your hair and Sero placed your food on the counter-top and helped to flick it out of the way, your eyes and lips smiled up at him from the intimate gesture, making Kirishima green with envy already. 

Sero brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes and you thanked him. When he pulled away and discarded his own coat, you rubbed the side of your neck and looked at Kirishima, standing there and staring. You offered him a smile to which he didn't return, making your heart shrink just a bit.

The bell on the door went off again and in walked Bakugou. Coffees in his hands and an orange folder in his mouth. Your heart grew again once his red eyes noticed you and smiled with the folder hanging from his teeth. He walked over to Kirishima and nodded for him to take the object, the red-head took it and looked at the front before tucking it under his arm. Bakugou offered Kirishima a coffee and walked towards you behind the counter. Sero took one for himself and went to plop down on one of the couches. You smiled when Bakugou placed himself before you and smirked devilishly down on you.

"Looks like you couldn't stay away after all huh princess?"

Blushing and biting your lip you smiled. 

"Well when you send two of the cutest agents out to butter me up, I kind of didn't have a choice, plus they both offered me free food."

Sero yelled out a 'guilty' in the background and you giggled. Bakugou chuckled and handed you a coffee, when your hand reached out to take it he pulled it back and teased you, holding it out of your reach. Kirishima rolled his eyes, drinking his own coffee as he watched Bakugou blatantly flirting with you.

"Bakugou~", you whined and reached.

Both men had vastly different reactions to the sound of your needy whine, Kirishima felt his blood boiling and Bakugou was eating it up with a shit-eating grin. 

Finally the blonde gave in and handed the coffee to you, along with a kiss to your cheek. You blushed immediately and shyly thanked him as he pinched your chin. Kirishima let out an exaggerated sigh and went to walk behind the counter to his studio, except you and Bakugou were blocking his way. The blonde grinned and threw an arm around your shoulders, walking you both to the side and out of the red-heads way as he motioned for him to walk by. Kirishima gave you a look and you couldn't decipher what it held. His hand shoved Bakugou's shoulder as he brushed past the two of you and around the corner disappearing from your sight.

Bakugou squeezed your shoulder and ruffled your hair, making a smile return to your face. 

"You're one of us now princess. Ready to get your first day started?"

"Oh, I'm ready!"

[popunktomlinson]

summer ‘19 fic rec

so i read a lot of fanfic this summer and mostly just made this for myself for reference but figured i would publish it if anyone wants some fic recs!! 

RE-READS

Young & Beautiful - Velvetoscar (227k)

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Special Topping - LoadedGunn (13k)

'Who would even want so many pizzas so late at night?' Harry wonders before the door opens.

Oh. Apparently short guys with shaggy brown hair and a scruff and bright blue eyes and heart-stopping smiles. That's who.

Harry's not even ashamed of how he nearly drops all the pizzas. This guy is gorgeous and Harry hasn't noticed anyone like that in ages, let alone provided services to them. If he opened his mouth right now the only thing that would come out is, "By special topping did you mean my dick?"

Or, the AU where Harry delivers pizza and Louis really just wants Tim Gunn to spank him.

Do You Wanna - Randominity (12k)

"I got a question for you, mate," the lad says. "You wanna make a quick fifty quid?" (*PWP)

I Had The Life Of Ordinary, I Spat It Out - TableForThree (22k)

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

These Inconvenient Fireworks - wontsitstill (190k)

Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one another eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

Red Brick Heart - hazmesentir (98k)

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

Unbelievers - isthatyoularry (136k)

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

NEW READS

As You Are - Zarah5 (139k)

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It's also against his contract.

rivers ‘til i reach you - embodied (29k)

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

Born to Make You Happy - objectlesson (25k)

Harry makes a quiet vow to himself that he will be the very best girlfriend Louis has ever had, even if he never actually gets to be Louis’s girlfriend.

Swallow The Knife - whoknows (76k)

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

And That’s The Tea - 2tiedships2 (27k)

I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.

Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.

You Know It’s Christmas (My Heart Is Open Wide) - messofgorgeouschaos (21k)

In which Louis is a cast member at Saturday Night Live, and a past airport encounter comes back to haunt him before their Christmas episode.

blue is all i’ve ever really known - coffeelouis (5k)

In order to keep things "light and breezy," Louis and Harry have established a comprehensive set of rules which will ensure they don't screw up their professional working relationship with this date they're (finally) going on.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

[or, the BROOKLYN NINE-NINE AU that no one asked for and I wrote anyway]

Once Upon A Time - objectlesson (26k)

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Make Your Words A Weapon - HelloAmHere (36k)

There’s no single path forward from the connection, no truth other than the truth that the person whose words you carry is out there, an undefined something that you’re going to have to deal with.

In whatever way you can possibly deal with meeting the stranger who's always been there, and always been missing.

OR: Louis is a music critic, Harry is a rockstar, soulmates are destiny but no one ever said destiny was easy, music is everything.

Drawn to You - lulullawrence (8k)

It had started with Louis getting in trouble for coloring on himself when he hadn’t touched a felt tip pen the entire day. Through the years, the random drawings had evolved and changed. There was a period in sixth form when his soulmate must have gotten shy or something, because the drawings only happened after school hours and in places that others wouldn’t be as likely to see. The inside of his bicep, his thigh. A couple times he even had drawings appear on his ribcage. While he didn’t mind those few years, he did seem somewhat soothed when they began to appear on his left arm again. He’d missed them.

Or that completely self indulgent soulmates au that plays out in not always romantic ways.

i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved - werebothstubborn (8k)

Louis manages to look apologetic as he licks slobbery circles around Harry's palm until he lets go. “Pretend to be my boyfriend,” he says, dramatically gulping in as much air as he can breathe.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Even Your Honey Dew - objectlesson (9k)

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

Powerless (and I Don’t Care It’s Obvious) - objectlesson (4k)

“Oh no, Lou, don’t make me laugh,” he whimpers. His Ribena-purple mouth twists into a glorious, breakable shape, and Louis’s heart stops. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet.

Only One at the Finish Line - objectlesson (9k)

“What don’t I know?!” Louis shouts, and then Harry is rounding on him, close enough that he can feel the heat of his body, the rage and the glory and the pain of it so close that it blinds him.

“I want to be another alpha’s omega,” is what he says, and it comes out like something reckless, something wild. Like he doesn't care anymore if Louis hates him or not, if Louis understands, he just needs to speak his truth aloud to darkness, to the slender pines that surround them like a jury panel.

Take Me Under the Blue - objectlesson (19k)

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

Life Saver - objectlesson (30k)

Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry?

you are half of me (and I am all for you) - angelichl (24k)

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

say that you can see me (i’ll speak up i swear) - coffeelouis (20k)

“Well, it’s not like anyone really RSVPs,” Liam defends when Harry turns back to him, “No one takes Facebook events seriously.” Harry rolls his eyes, still finding it within himself to get annoyed in his moment of panic. Liam has been complaining about the lack of accountability Facebook events have bred in their generation since their freshman year. Harry glances back to the gallery entrance. Yep, still there and moving closer.

“But aren’t you guys friends?” Harry asks, trying to convey the urgency in his tone.

“Well, I mean, I talk to him when he stops by the office for supplies sometimes,” Liam reasons, “But I wouldn’t say we’re friends, exactly. Maybe more like, friendly acquaintances?”

[or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.]

Let Our Hearts Collide - crinkle-eyed-boo (76k)

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

Head Over Heels - Sasparella76 (26k)

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are both up and coming editors at Cowell Publishing. Louis thinks Harry is brilliant at his job and beyond gorgeous. It’s just a pity that Harry is also the most annoying man Louis has ever met.

just one look (and i fell so hard) - disgruntledkittenface (15k)

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

Golden Like Sands of Time - afirethatcannotdie (51k)

“You need to change this one,” Zayn says, pointing to number six. “It’s unrealistic. It needs to be something you can actually achieve.” “What’s unachievable about a summer romance?” Harry asks, offended. “Nothing, it’s just… what if it doesn’t happen?” Harry pouts. He can totally have a summer romance. It’s just about finding the right person. “What about… kiss a stranger?” "Perfect."

waiting for the tides to meet - anonymous (60k)

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Lightning Strikes Twice - dinosaursmate (104k)

Louis slipped his hand onto Harry’s thigh, snaking his fingers up and inwards. “I’m a big fan. You’re so talented, and I have to admit that I actually fancy you a bit.” “Yeah?” Harry reached up to push Louis’ fringe out of his eyes. “Well, you know, I like to try and be accommodating to my fans.” “You’re quite well known for that,” Louis whispered as he turned his head some more, their mouths an inch apart. “So I hear.” --- Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

Make Tea, Not War - adventuring + howdoyouwhisk (20k)

"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"

"Nope!"

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head! - lesbianharrie + wreckingtomlinson (22k)

In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat - angelichl (34k)

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

Life At Shutter Speed - zarah5 (20k)

AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

stars are guiding me back - coffeelouis (80k)

Directing the first ever season of The Bachelor with a bisexual star is a huge career move for Louis. After throwing himself into his career, he finally has the opportunity to prove himself as a director with a unique vision.

For Harry, being cast as the first ever Bi Bachelor means finally putting his ex-boyfriend behind him and starting anew. He's taking a chance on finding love and determined to do it right this time.

Light My Morning Sky - withthethieves (54k)

The relatively cliché University AU in which Louis happens to be proficient in Philosophy, Ethics, and keeping his distance, while Harry is in need of a tutor to salvage his grade, and never passes up on a challenge; Zayn and Liam like to gaze wantonly across at each other whilst pretending to read Austen; and Niall is the precarious bond that holds them all together.

Saw It In Your Eyes - taggiecb (15k)

Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay. In fact, they get along so well that they have formed an extremely close friendship that takes up pretty much all his free time. When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality?

Push My Buttons - KrisStylinson (2k)

“Fuck off.” Louis leans into this boy’s personal space just to show how unaffected he is, even if it is technically a bluff. “My team’s winning.”

The boy crowds right back into him with a smug look, and that turns out to be their downfall—a large man to his left nudges his arm and gestures to the jumbotron, where Louis and fucking Newsboy are currently encased in a cartoon heart with the words KISS CAM burning brightly above them.

Paper Houses - allwaswell16 (11k)

When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything. He definitely never suspects he will fall so hard and so fast for Harry Styles. When reality begins to interfere, their relationship is put to the test.

Not The Desperate Type -lululawrence (6k)

It sounded like the guy was actually moving furniture above him as he was sweeping now. Damn. Did Louis miss the seven minutes in heaven or was the guy angry because he didn’t even get that much pleasure today?

“I’m kinda afraid with the amount of noise he produces while cleaning that one day I’m gonna look up through my ceiling and be able to see him.”

“Tell him we wish him a better sex life and that we’re rooting for him if you do.”

Or the one where Louis' neighbor has a series of unfortunately short sexual experiences and Louis can hear every. Single. One.

Can We Talk For A Moment? - lululawrence (16k)

It was widely known that alphas were never as common as betas or omegas. It is believed the reasoning for that was safety for their packs. Each pack could only have one Alpha, and in order to keep order and make sure there was no mistaking who was in power, once the successor had been named, other alphas would be forced out of the pack.

Harry didn’t care for the reasons behind the phenomenon. In the end, it didn’t really matter. All he knew was he was the only alpha within about a thousand mile radius, and he was a complete and total disappointment.

Or the one where Harry is a shy, nerdy alpha, Louis is a loud omega punk, and there's more to both of them than their reputations.

UNFINISHED

awake and unafraid - you_explode (102k) - UNFINISHED

It's 2007, Harry's seventeen, his favourite band is My Chemical Romance, and he's in love with his best friend.

Peaches and Cream - seducedbycurls (65k)

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.” “You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.” “We want to prove that opposites attract.”

Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches. Louis just came for the money.

Take Me As I Am - lovelarry10 (118k)

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Mirror Touch - pinky_heaven19 (58k)

“You know I can see colors in sounds, right?”

Harry nods, confused as Louis knew he would be.

“Well, I have another type of synesthesia, called mirror-touch. Have you heard of it?”

Harry shakes his head, and Louis can feel the tenseness in his shoulders and jaws slacking a little at the unexpected topic.

“It means I feel what other people feel. Literally, all the time.”

OR the one where Harry owns a second-hand clothing store, and Louis is a radio host. Louis has mirror-touch synesthesia, which makes him experience what people around him feel. He feels a lot around Harry.

[leonawriter]

I dunno what made me do it, but I went looking in the redorb tag again, and it’s really kind of nostalgic? 

I used to love those characters, those pairings (not all of the same ones everyone else did, though...) and I still see May’s character design as a flat-chested young adult in her twenties, and I still love Dawn as being either a precocious 14 year old or a patient and compassionate yet outspoken 22 year old. Serena’s still around 21 for me. 

And as an adult playing these games I just... it makes it really able to come alive for me when I’m playing these characters and able to see them as my own age? 

Admittedly I’m now 28 instead of 18-25, but given I never really feel as old as I do (I feel like maturity-wise, I’m more along the lines of 16-22 sometimes because of various reasons), but even so. They’re closer to something that I can relate to.

In games such as RBY/FRLG/SM/USUM I’m more likely to see them as, well... kids, though. They look more like kids. I feel like they act more like kids. But by running the risk of having people coming into my inbox or replying going “but it’s a KID’S game, of COURSE they’re kids!” I just... it’s harder for me to have fun with it? If that makes any sense? 

It just works better when making them into a child is my option, not what I’m forced to do.

Up until ORAS I kinda went through with the player avatar being an extension of me playing the game - I was controlling them, and these were my Pokemon, and those were my achievements, which is great for a game but I’m not just a gamer, I’m a storyteller. I don’t truly live without a story to see in a thing. And making the characters into people, into real, distinct personalities based on assumed and implied background as well as the things they go through in the course of the game, is so much more fun!

It’s not even always to do with shipping, either, even though that’s how it kinda started. I saw someone ship May with Maxie and I was like? Up until then I think I’d just assumed that everything was the same as the anime with the exception of one or two. And then- they can be my age? They can be relatable?

Suddenly there was an entire new sandbox to play in. 

May now comes from Olivine, has friends she’s known since she was as young as most people see her as (twelve, or younger) and although she’s never trained a Pokemon, she knows about them just by living alongside them.

Dawn’s a researcher, hasn’t really left home before her adventure but wow is she good at learning from the Professor who visits every so often, and the books in the library, and she’s smart enough scientifically to keep up with everything Cyrus spouts out. She was happy with things as they were, content to just have Pokemon as pets until she gets roped, unwittingly, into an adventure.

Serena’s the eldest of the group she’s travelling with, playing the role of Team Big Sister, along with Calem’s big brother role. I’ve thought of scenarios where she has no good feelings toward Lysandre (past a bit of ‘wow, he looks/sounds amazing’ right at the beginning) until feelings start in a slow burn way post-game, with a still-alive Lysandre on community service, where she doesn’t change him but she grows to like him better the closer he comes to understanding ‘I did some real fucked up shit and I want to make up for that’. And scenarios where she crushes on the guy from the start only to have him dash her hopes and expectations of him being better than he is each time they meet, and she actually ends up in a close friendship, possibly ending up romantic, with Calem instead, which is a lot healthier. 

And on other characters - there’s still a great story? Like I once started writing about Leaf, who ends up in a friendship that ends up a relationship with a Team Rocket Grunt who helps her at one point, who’s a few years older than her but just sticks around well after Team Rocket is disbanded. 

And like...

Even with SM I ended up creating my own version of ‘Moon’ (have I ever said I hate that name? Because I hate that name. It’s not really a name. We can call her Luna Moone, if we prefer, and we shall from this post onwards) where she’s a 14 year old who everyone assumes is younger because everyone on the islands takes the trials at (what was it, 10? 12?) a younger age. She ends up with a scar over her lip after a certain battle (a result of a wonky line on a drawing that made me go “wow, cool character design!”) and who is very possibly bi but with no real positive leaning toward any of her current friends, though that might change. (yeah, I know some people ship her with Guzma, but I just... don’t. I’ve never seen it. *shrugs*.)

So like. It’s not about “but the game says this so this is canon” it’s literally a role playing game where it’s your own character and you get to create the backstory in order for you to relate to them more and feel more immersed in the storyline and if my way is to mess around with ages? In order to at least feel like these aren’t literally just tiny children who cannot look after themselves who are going off with no parental supervision?

Then all the power to me, and those who do likewise. 

.

(There are some ships I won’t touch with a bargepole, though. Sometimes because the age difference can’t be fudged (looking at Leaf and Giovanni cannot make me believe she’s anywhere near his age, I’m sorry but I can’t, she’s closer to his son’s age, and the same goes for BW with Hilda and Ghetsis) and sometimes it’s because no matter whether the age of a character can be fudged or not, there’s no way that relationship could be healthy, because... well, for me, Ghetsis is an irredeemable, manipulative, outright abusive piece of shit. I wouldn’t put him into a relationship with anyone. It makes me shudder to think the damage he canonically did do to someone - his own son - so why inflict that on anyone else? Relationship stuff should always (at least for me) be about ‘can these two bring out the best in each other, love each other, and can I create a situation where that’s all possible without any abuse of power or other morally dubious things going on?’ and if that’s not possible, I’m not going for it. Same goes for any fandom.)

[lunakinesis]

All That Remains

{ Part 1 }

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June ? July ?

Don't know what month it is. Lost track ages ago. Hot. Somewhere in summer at least. Hard to run with the heat and pack on my back. I couldn't do it. Even if it meant those monsters getting me. Watched Dad do it and just couldn't. Blood and brains everywhere. Your parent's blood spraying in your face is more traumatic than the dead rising. Don't even know how I got out, a blur of adrenaline and blood and screaming. Remember hitting the grass in our backyard at least, so jumping happened. How the hell I didn't break something I don't know.

Left the diary I'd used there. In case anyone goes to my house. Remember me. Remember my parents. Remember all of us.

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July ?

Got to be in July now. So hungry, didn't grab that much food, couldn't. Those things were crawling and shuffling over one another up the stairs, they almost got up. If anyone manages to get in they'll find a good stash of supplies at least. Left dad's gun so they'll have that too. Not gonna use a gun, not after what happened with Mom. She abandoned us and let the dead come knocking. I can't do that to myself, or any other survivors I might meet. I have the baseball bat, it’s done fine for now.

Don't like getting up close and personal with the smelly flesh sacks, but it's better than drawing every one of them to me within a few miles radius because of a gunshot.

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July ?

They got a little girl. Nothing I could do. Don't even know where she came from, she was on her own. Maybe they got her parents, maybe the things that got her used to be her parents. She was screaming for her mommy and daddy, couldn't have been more than eight. She was surrounded; they tore her limb from limb. It's hard to think they were human once, it reminded me of something from one of those nature documentaries; the scavengers of the Savannah picking over the remains of a lion's kill, fighting over every bone and scrap of meat.

I plugged my ears. This is how I survive. I would've been torn to pieces if I'd helped.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

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July ?

Miss Mom and Dad. Haven't eaten in a week, feeling dizzy and sick. Least I have water. I have to find food soon. Shit, I'd eat a damn rotten tomato if I had to. I just need food.

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July ?

Found a chocolate bar in a car glove compartment, one of those with the coconut stuff in it. I hate coconut but I can't be picky. I gagged eating it, the texture is all nasty and chewy, but it was something for my gut. My stomach doesn't hurt so much anymore. Need more than that but have to be careful. Stores are dangerous, so are houses and cars, nearly always some of those things inside or the noise of looting attracts them. One grabbed me the other day when I was in a drug store looking to get whatever I could, it was slim pickings but I got a bunch of stuff, I might never need it but it'll be good for trading.

Got some pads too, finally! I look like someone shot me in the groin right now. Super gross but the world is full of walking, rotting cannibalistic corpses, I doubt anyone who reads this – if anyone ever does – is gonna care.

Wonder if those damn things can smell me.

Ew.

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July ? August ?

There seems to be more and more of them every day. I slept up in some big old tree. Tied myself to it like I saw Katniss do in The Hunger Games. At least they can't climb trees so I'm safe whilst I'm up here. I can still see them and smell them though. All the leaves and my dirt-covered clothes kept me hidden when groups of them trudge by.

A huge group came through the other day. Bigger than the horde of them that passed by the house that time. It took hours for them to go by. I had to cover my ears because of their endless moaning; I could feel my eyes watering from the stench coming off of them, thick and heavy in the summer heat. Think like what would happen if you left a dead opossum on a running car engine for three weeks and then multiple that stink by about a thousand.

That's how bad they were.

I threw up in my mouth. That was fun to swallow back down again.

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August ?

Don't even know why I try to keep track of the date anymore. Maybe it's for a sense of normalcy. I miss Mom and Dad. I can't even cry anymore, I cried myself out, my eyes are red raw. No food again, I'm practically skin and bones now, the end of the world is one hell of a diet aid. Not much of a snack for any dead thing that might find me, not that that would stop them.

Need to eat but I'm too weak to go look for anything. That dizzying hunger is back, running low on water too. Can barely climb up and down the tree. If I go down today and don't find myself a bunch of out-of-date, stale junk, I won't be getting back up.

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August ?

Tired. Hungry. Sore. Sleeping in trees even in the middle of summer isn't good for you. Sorry to anyone who finds this and sees how wonky my handwriting has gotten, it's hard to focus or care about that. I started peeling bark off the tree just so I could get rid of the painful ache in my stomach. Saw it on a survival show once. It tastes as nasty as you'd expect and I doubt it's giving me much – if any – nutrition but it's all I have right now. Stores around me are pretty much picked bare, only some cars left to check, I don't dare go into houses, too risky.  Drinking rain water now, but there's not much of that to go around at this time of year.

Too weak to do much of anything. If those things come along I can't fight them off. I stay in the tree as much as I can. I wish I'd just blown my brains out alongside dad. This would all be over, I wouldn't have to hear those snarls and groans day and night, wouldn't have to hear the screams and cries for help that put whoever was trying to get away in more danger by luring more of them in, wouldn't have to wake up each day cold and lonely. I haven't seen another living person beyond that little girl. I can just hear them.  I'm so lonely but I can't go to them.

Too tired and scared to help them. I'm a coward, please forgive me.

---- August ?

Saw the dead catch a deer today. Poor thing didn't stand a chance; they latched onto it like rabid dogs, tearing chunks of flesh out of its flanks and neck. The wet slapping and slurping of organs, skin and blood is something I would've found unpleasant and hard to bear once, now it's just normal background noise alongside the crunching of bones and gnashing of teeth.

If anything it makes me hungry. Those things are getting prime venison and I'm chewing on fucking twigs.

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August ?

Ate a spider. Would not recommend it.

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September ?

Wish I'd just hurry up and die already.

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September

They saw me. They're below me now, reaching up with their rotted hands, milky eyes staring up as they snap their teeth and growl, bringing more and more shambling along to the bottom of the tree. There's no way down. I'm out of water and I've picked every bit of bark off around me.

Hunger, thirst or the dead will kill me. I know what I'm hoping for.

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STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID I THOUGHT I COULD DO IT AGAIN. LUCK LIKE THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN TWICE. IT HURTS.

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Got down from tree. Got bit on arm. Tired. Hurts. Hothothot and dizzy.

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Why still writing? Can barely see. Body on fire. Blood in phlegm. Can't walk properly now, muscles feel all stiff. Sore. Rashes on my arms.

Mommy. Daddy. Miss you. Scared. Need you.

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This journal was found by a volunteer soldier and their sniffer dog during the clear out process. Sniffer dogs are used to find 'crawlers' and otherwise dormant undead they pose a threat due to going unnoticed. The tattered remains were found in a coat pocket of the most degenerated still 'active' undead to have thus far been recorded. Dirty, greasy mats of hair remained on a skull lacking in eyes and most skin save scraps of scalp. The body was in a similar state, only enough muscle remaining to twitch and let out dusty gasps akin to a 'death rattle'. Proved a hypothesis made claiming so long as brain tissue remained, the infected dead would continue to operate. How this is possible has yet to be determined but the remains will be studied.

Infected appears to have once been an adolescent female. An archivist making record of notes, journals, recordings, ect. during the outbreak has allegedly located a journal that belonged to the same young woman a few blocks from where the infected was found.

Not thorough nor scientific nor with any compelling understanding of the disaster at hand, but together they are the most human of remnants.

Infected was put down with a knife through her heavily decayed skull. May she and all others finally find their peace in death.  

[artificialqueens]

New Man Pt. 4 / Save Me (Biadore) - Fucking Awful.

[A/N]: Thanks for the love, friends! Part 4 is below, some dawn is creeping through the darkness. Will aim to post the last 2 chapters in quick succession, Lord knows we all hate to wait. As usual, thoughts/internal monologue are in italics and lyrics are indented. Xoxo Fucking Awful.

No way was Roy actually taking an Uber home. One of the things he missed most about New York was being able to walk places, so given the chance he was going back to the hotel on foot. Plus, it would give him some extra time to clear his head.

It was mile 1 that it started to drizzle. No big deal, I survived a fucking hurricane.

It was at mile 2 that it started to pour. Shit.

It was at mile 2.1 that Roy realized his hotel was another 4 miles away. So this is it, I guess I die from pneumonia.

 And at mile 2.2, Roy was rescued.

 “Hey little boy, need a ride? I’ve got a nice unmarked vehicle.” Johnny pulled up next to him, thank god in a Prius and not an SVU murder van. 

“Well gee, my mom always said not to get in cars with strange men.” Roy’s teeth were starting to chatter and he knew he needed to get in the damn car, but the last place he wanted to be was cooped up with Danny’s cousin.

“You sure? I hear witches melt in the rain.” Johnny tried for another joke.

Oh right, I’m a hateful witch. I almost forgot. “I’m the wickedest of them all, I guess.” Roy slipped into the car. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“Anytime, man. I’m glad I found you so fast. The hostess said you walked off and I got worried when it started to pour. Thank god your patterns are predictable.” Roy could tell that Johnny was nervous, he was the type to ramble whenever he was uncomfortable.

“That’s me, predictable and evil.” Roy looked out the window. Sky’s falling – that feels about right.

They drove several blocks, only the low din of the radio and raindrops covering the uncomfortable silence. Roy could feel Johnny glancing over at him, projecting all kinds of concerned energy, but his head wasn’t clear enough to talk about the shit that just happened.  He just needed to get back to his hotel and figure out his next move while he was alone. Is there even a next move to make?

But Johnny’s good nature and discomfort got the best of him. “Roy, I’m, um. I’m really sorry about brunch. It was supposed to be a fun time and Danny –“

“Was right.”

“What?”

“Danny was right. He is right.” I started, so why stop. Roy rolled right on through Johnny’s attempts to respond.

“I used to think I was really good at compartmentalizing, that I could separate all the hateful shady shit I do as Bianca from who I really am. The cold, black heart stuff – that was all character, and I was a real person. But maybe it’s been so long, I didn’t try enough, I missed out on – somewhere along the way, everyone decided that’s who I really am. It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. Even my –” Roy paused. What is Danny to me, anyway? “Even my best friend thinks I’m a rotted cunt who can’t feel, doesn’t even deserve to feel. Maybe I should just give in.”

Thank God they were back at the hotel. On that happy note, Roy made quick work of getting out of the car. “Thanks again, Johnny. Appreciate it.” He walked quickly into the hotel, actively ignoring Johnny yelling after him.

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Roy wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

When he came to Seattle he assumed he’d be spending his Sunday with Danny, running around the city doing random things just like they did on a hundreds lazy weekends before. They would be watching shitty 90’s movies at a cheap theater, laughing loudly and getting dirty looks as they browsed through a bookstore, fighting over what’s ugly in a thrift shop – whatever it could’ve been, it definitely wasn’t sitting in his hotel room, soaked in dirty rainwater, alone.

What am I doing here? His idea to “fix” the Danny situation at brunch had backfired spectacularly, leaving him feeling worse than ever before. Roy didn’t feel like a lot of people knew him, the real him, but he thought Danny was one of them. And if Danny thought he was a soulless, stone cold asshole who couldn’t and didn’t deserve to feel love…well, maybe he was right.

Here we go. Roy could feel himself spiraling. The self-doubt, self-consciousness, self-loathing…all the self-“bads” were ramping up and swirling together in his mind. He knew himself well enough to know that he was not one to be lifted out of sadness; for him, the only way through it was to actually go through it. He needed that last self – self-indulgence – to get over this shit storm. This is the real Hurricane Bianca.

 He clicked into Spotify and started the aptly named “Rabbit Hole” playlist. The first song was one of his favorites, “Save Me” by Nicki Minaj. Trinity had brought him around to Nicki’s music, and while he wouldn’t admit it to many people she has some of his favorite tracks.

 I drove for miles just to find you and find myself All these screams, all these voices in my head

His internal monologue started in. Did you really think this was going to work, Haylock? I mean come on, you’ve had three years to get it together and go after Danny. What made you think it would work this time, that you’d be good enough now?

You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime I never was satisfied

He thought back to the early days of his friendship with Danny, the time during and immediately after Season 6 when he had become totally enamored with a 23-year-old kid. Back then he didn’t have the passionate, romantic feelings for Danny that kept him up at night - or rather, he didn’t know them enough to put a name to them. So when Danny had made his move – after that fucking finale and Latrice motherfucking Royale’s goddamn Facebook question – Roy panicked. He rebuffed the advances, kindly and carefully so to not break Danny, and they cemented their friendship instead. I may regret that for the rest of my life.

This time won’t you save me, this time won’t you save me Baby I can feel myself giving up

Roy needed to do something while he wallowed – active self-loathing, he decided – so he was going to pack and book a flight that evening. He had screwed things up too much to come back from it, at least right away. He needed to just go home and start trying to actually move on from Danny. The sooner he could accept that he would be alone, the better.

It’s not your fault, I’m a bitch, I’m a monster Yes, I’m a beast and I feast when I conquer But I’m alone on my throne, all these riches I came this way, all this way just to say

I guess it’s my fault. Roy was starting to feel that he brought all of this on himself. He spent too much time being a technician – of costuming, of drag, of relationships – that he lost the right to be emotional. Even if the walls he built up could be broken down, no one wanted to try anymore. Friendships he could keep, but passionate, romantic, soul-swelling love…that was too far gone. God doesn’t give with both hands, right?

Just as Roy was hitting his emotional rock bottom, the song was cut off by a phone call: Shane.

“Roy? Roy. Roy! Are you there?” Shane sounded like he was yelling into the speaker.

Pull it together, Haylock. “Jesus Shane, yeah I’m here. Did you fall down a well? Are you deaf? Did somebody fuck you in your eardrums?

“No I just dropped my phone.” The sound was coming in clear now. “It was under the – wait, Roy what the hell is going on? I just got a hysterical call from Danny – did you break up with Sky?”

Roy closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Not exactly, I caught him in bed with someone else a couple weeks ago and I had to leave.”

“A couple of weeks ago? Why didn’t you tell me? Danny just screamed at me for 20 minutes for not telling him, I had no idea. We all thought you and Sky were really happy together, that you guys were always spending time and you were blowing us off for your new boyfriend. Why were you lying?” Shane was mad, but Roy could hear something else – concern – creeping into his tone.

“Roy and Sky broke up? Does that mean he’s available?” Roy could hear Alaska yelling in the background.

“Ooooh, you know we could use some free Equinox passes.” Willam was there, too. “Toss us your leftovers, Roy. Alaska and I can share.”

“Guys, knock it off. They just ended a relationship, Roy has to be a little torn up about this. He’s hiding it from us, so it must make him – ”

This was exactly what Roy didn’t want. His friends were concerned about him, seeing him as weak.

“Willam, I know damn well you and that snake emoji would fuck someone for just a tank of gas, but that trainer whore is apparently into bears now, so as ET’s nasty ass brother you’re out of luck.” Trusty Rolodex of Hate to the rescue once again.

“Aww, there’s that bitch we know and love.” Alaska cooed. “Let us know if you need anything, though, Roy. That heart of stone has to break sometimes.”

Once again reminded just how cold and callous even his friends believed he was, Roy cracked. Well, his voice cracked to be more exact. Cracked and sobbed. And sobbed, and sobbed. 

“Holy shit, Roy are you ok?” He could hear Shane pick up the phone and step out of whatever room he was in. “Hold on, I’m putting you on FaceTime.”

Roy didn’t see the point in denying the video call, there was no way to hide what was happening now. He pulled back the phone and saw Shane staring back at him, a dramatically concerned look on his normally chipper face.

Then he looked into the bottom right corner, and realized what was making his friend look so distressed – Roy looked like misery personified. His eyes were rimmed bright red, his nose was running, his face was blotchy, his clothes were soaked, tears mixing with rainwater on his face – it was bad. Goddammit, I look like fucking Gia with a wonky eye.

“Oh babe.” Shane’s heart was breaking for Roy, he could see it. “I didn’t know you cared about him this much, I never even met him.”

“Shane, it’s not about Sky. I literally couldn’t give less of a shit about that.” Shane was confused again; thank God his face was so expressive. “It’s Danny. I need to talk to you about something.”

—

Roy spent a few minutes catching Shane up on the weekend’s events. Shane knew in theory about Roy’s feelings for Danny, but Roy had always played the extent of it close to his chest so that he wouldn’t put their mutual good friend in an awkward position.

Apparently Danny had not done the same. “Roy, he loves you. He is so deeply in love with you, the fact that you would even doubt that for half a second is just bananas.”

“You didn’t see him, Shane. You didn’t see his face, hear his voice – he thinks I’m a piece of shit and that I’m undeserving of love. The way he looked at me, I just…” Roy’s voice cracked again. Thinking about the emotions he saw in Danny’s eyes earlier that day – disappointment, anger, pity, sadness. It was too much.

“God, that whole thing sounds awful. I’m so sorry, love.” Roy could see Shane trying to work out some way to help from afar. “And Jinkx and Dela – what happened? Why didn’t they do anything?”

“There wasn’t anything they could do. Danny was just so angry. I’ve never seen him like that. I really fucked this up, I don’t think there’s coming back from this. I lost it, I lost him, I ruined everything.”

God, you sound depressing. Roy was too exasperated to keep going, there was nothing else to say. He just needed to go home, so he carried the phone over to his suitcase where he continued packing.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Shane asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m packing, I’m going to get on the first plane out of here and try to figure my life out.”

“You can’t LEAVE! Roy – no, this isn’t over. This is the part in the movie where things just start to get good. You can’t just give up.”

“It’s not giving up Shane, it’s knowing when to retreat so you don’t get slaughtered. This isn’t a movie; this is the unfortunate reality of my life right now. Danny deserves better than what he thinks I am, and I can’t be around him right now without…” Jesus, pull yourself together Haylock.

“We’ll figure out how to be friends later, but I can’t just stay here and see the person I hurt and the relationship I ruined. It’s just too much.” And now you sound like fucking Laganja – GREAT. By the end of that, Roy’s chest was heaving and his eyes were starting to water again.

Suddenly there was a pounding at the door. Roy was confused, he didn’t call down for anything. “Hold on Shane, let me get that.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me, this conversation isn’t over.”

“Calm down, drama queen.” Roy went to the door. “Jesus, I’m coming!” Looking through the peep hole, all he could see is two sets of hands banging. He opened it and –

“Jinkx? Ben? What are you –“

“Who is it? Who is it? Is it Danny?” Shane was shouting excitedly through the phone.

“No you kangaroo, it’s the two worst wingmen of all time.” He rotated the phone again, letting Shane see Jinkx and Dela as they came in and sat on his bed.

“Oh good, they can help me. Guys, Roy is trying to leave. Please agree with me on this, he can’t go!”

“Roy I’m so sorry for what happened earlier, I should’ve waited to bring anything up until I knew how it was going. This is all my fault.” Ben looked so genuinely apologetic, while Jinkx looked off in thought.

“It’s not your fault, Ben. It’s mine. Guys, I appreciate your concern and wanting to help, but this isn’t just about a bad decision I made this weekend. It’s about the bad decision I’ve made hundreds of times every day since I realized I love Danny, which is to not tell him and make it real. I should’ve done something years ago, instead of shoving everything down and turning him away and insisting we just be friends. I made myself stone to him, because I thought I had to, and I did such a good job that now he believes it. But enough with my fucking monologues. Bottom line – Danny would never be with someone who –“

“Are you done?” Jinkx made himself known.

“Excuse me?” Roy was shocked.

“I said, are you done yet? Done feeling sorry for yourself?” Shane and Ben joined Roy in his look of confusion, but Jinkx carried on. “We were just with Danny – Shane, I know you talked to him too – and fuck me if that kid doesn’t love the shit out of you. He’s pacing around trying to figure out what he can do, beating himself up just as much as you are. When we left I convinced him to smoke a little bit to mellow out and he started going off about calling some witch friend of his about time travel –“

“I wish you wouldn’t let him smoke so much right, he’s been on vocal rest. He’s got so many shows coming up, he needs to stay healthy.” Roy couldn’t help himself.

“OH MY GOD, listen to you! Here you are, in your own personal hell and rock bottom, clearly emotionally ripped to shreds by Danny, and you’re still worried about his voice? Jesus Roy, you owe it to yourself to try and make something work with him.”

“I’m not the one who matters here, I don’t want to force Danny into –“

“Ok, are you not listening?” Jinkx flicked Roy upside his head. “You’re not forcing him into anything. You’re the fucking air he breathes, and vice versa. You make each other better when you’re together, and you both crumble when you’re apart. Why do you think you’ve been so off since he moved up here and you started talking less? You do a good job hiding it, but I know you’ve been really sad. Tell me I’m wrong, I dare you.”

This snarky bitch is getting grand. But Roy couldn’t argue. The two of them had spent a lot of time together through all the BOTS and press tours; even if they weren’t the best of friends, there was something about Jinkx that saw right through Roy. He just nodded.

“So do something about it. Or better yet, talk about it. You and Danny have spent so long trying to jam down all your feelings for each other, you have to talk about it – sober – for once. Be honest with him, and listen to what he has to say. I guarantee you’re going to hear something that will make you happy.” Jinkx paused, looking at Roy for a reaction. “If you don’t do this, you’re going to regret this for the rest of your life. However short that is, grandma.”

Roy could only sit in silence. He was running all the scenarios in his head, trying to figure out what he could say to Danny to make it all ok.

“Hey, you.” Shane was talking now, in the calm and almost motherly way he sometimes had. “Get out of your head, I see you turning inward. Stop over analyzing and trying to make something perfect.”

Taking a deep breath, Roy began: “I think – “

Ben cut him off. “Don’t think, Roy. What do you feel?”

Roy had to roll his eyes at that. “I feel,” he began snarkily, before taking a serious breath. “I feel…I feel like if I walk away from Danny, I’m walking away from the only person I ever have or will be in love with.” Goddammit, I’m crying again. “If I can’t be with him, I can’t be with anyone. And that scares the shit out of me.”

“So don’t. Don’t walk away.” Jinkx cracked the drill sergeant façade, and gave Roy a rough side hug.

Roy’s phone dinged – a text message. The eyes in the room shot to the notification banner – it was from Danny. It dinged twice more – 2 more messages from him, in quick succession. All Roy could muster was, “Oh shit.”

“What’s going on?” Shane looked confused.

“Roy just got a bunch of texts from Danny. What do they say? Click over and see what they say!” Ben was getting excited.

“Let him read them himself first, Dela, geez.” Jinkx swatted Ben’s reaching hand away.

“Hold on Shane, you won’t see us for a minute.” Roy switched into his texts, his heart beating so fast he thought it might burst out of his chest, Alien-style

The first message: I wish you had told me. How was I supposed to know? Don’t keep things from me.

The second: Sorry, not the point. That came out wrong.

The third: We need to talk about this. About us. I have a show tomorrow night, please come and stay to see me after.

A fourth came while Roy was reading: I really want you there, it would mean the world to me.

“Alright, I’m staying at least one more day. But you bitches are coming to this show with me tomorrow night.” For the first time in hours, Roy cracked an honest smile.

“I’m getting on a plane!” Shane shrieked in excitement.

“We’ll alert the tops of Seattle to stock up on lube. But you aren’t staying with me, you kangaroo.” Roy wasn’t sure he could actually make a comeback, but Danny wanted him there and he sure as shit was going to try. 

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[End of Part 4]