#i love ghost and i want him for myself but cmon

[bubble-dream-inc]

this stupid ass meme has been festering in my brain ever since the mission where these two flirt in comms for an hour

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[ Chapter 10 ] || [ Chapter 12 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i'm in love with gaz

Chapter 11: Excuse me?

A DM suddenly shoots up to the top of the pile in Kyle’s Tinder DM list and his eyebrows raise when he sees your name.

It’s been a month and a half, maybe longer, since you two last matched and after the brief rejection and you having gotten with Price, his life moved on and he kind of forgot you existed.

But your sudden message whose preview starts with “hey sorry to be botheri-” intrigues him so he presses it.

you: hey sorry to be bothering u but i figured it was safe to dm u about this because between u and johnny u seemed to be the most mature one! is simon okay? he stopped replying to me like a week ago and im concerned

Kyle’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead upon reading the question.

Kyle: he’s been texting u? 🤨 you: HI! yeah he has Kyle: excuse me? 🤨🤨 Kyle: like texting texting u.  Kyle: as in you text him and he answers and u 2 chat? 😐 you: yes? 🙃 Kyle: tf kind of witchcraft did u pull on him? 🤨 Kyle: he doesnt text.  Kyle: not one of us can get more than a thumbs up reaction to our texts in the groupchat. 😑 you: he texts me! Kyle: 😫?? Kyle: jesus christ.  you: you didnt answer is he okay?? 😭😭

Kyle thought back on a reason why Ghost would suddenly, well, ghost you. But he can’t think of any… Ghost is a notoriously bad texter, it doesn’t surprise him that he went MIA…

And then it hits him.

It’s 8 A.M. in the rec room of their floor and Ghost was making tea just as Johnny was taking a seat in the couch.

Kyle oofed as Johnny hit him, throwing his legs over Kyle’s lap. “Watch it mate, fuck you’re bloody heavy!” He complained.

“AH, FUCKIN’ HELL!” Ghost cursed as he threw his hands up in the air the sound of water dripping on the floor catching his attention.

Kyle looked over to see Ghost had spilled his boiling hot water everywhere on the counter.

“You alright L.T.?” Soap asked a she lifted his head over the back of the couch to peer at Simon just like Gaz was.

“Great.” Ghost grunted as he picked up his phone from the counter, which was also dripping in water, while his other hand threw a rag onto the mess of water dripping down from the counter.

“Oh fuck… ‘s your phone dead?” Soap asked and Ghost grumbled under his breath, not quite answering the question, as he busied himself soaking up the spilled water.

Just then, Price showed up at the rec room door. “Simon, gear up. Got a briefing for a solo mission in 10.”

“Fuckin’ hell, yeah, yeah, I got it.” Ghost grunted as he cleaned the mess and then rushed out the door, leaving his mug of tea in the counter and clutching his now broken phone in his hands.

Kyle: hes fine. Kyle: he spilled water on his phone and killed it I think.  Kyle: and he got sent out before he could get it fixed. 🙃 you: oh okay good! you: thanks! you: sorry to have bothered you! 🙏 Kyle: now wait just a minute. 😤 Kyle: u need to explain how in the hell u and ghost talk.👀 you: ghost? Kyle: that’s his work name. 🤷‍♂️ you: fitting seeing as i thought he ghosted me Kyle: THAT’S THE JOKE I MADE JUST NOW TO MYSELF! 😭 you: were in sync it seems 😭 Kyle: answer the question tho. you: idk what u want me to answer with Kyle: wdym u dont know??? explain yourself. Kyle: how do you get ghost to text u???? you: idk? im funny ig Kyle: 😑 you: im sorry if thats not what u want to hear Kyle: wait Kyle: a couple weeks ago he was out all night Kyle: during morning training soap was talking about how he had a date Kyle: was he with u? 👀👀 you: soap? Kyle: johnny. Kyle: keep up cmon now. you: jeez don’t patronize me you: yes simon was with me Kyle: 👀👀👀 Kyle: i see. Kyle: tell me more. you: theres nothing to tell Kyle: thats a lie and u know it.  you: its not!!! Kyle: cmon. Kyle: u cant just meet with a bloke with a skull mask on and then say u dont have anything to tell. 😑😑 you: a skull mask?? Kyle: did he not wear a mask when he was with u? 🤨🤨 you: yes? you: a black one Kyle: with a skull print on it yeah? you: no??? 🙃 you: just black! Kyle: jesus christ. Kyle: and what? what happened? you: nothing?! Kyle: walk me thru it. you: we went out for a drink then came back to mine and watched a movie! Kyle: 🤨🤨 Kyle: and had a shag? you: NO???? Kyle: wdym no? thats what would normally happen with a bloke. you: and???? you: this is simon were talking about kyle you: nothing about him screams normal exactly 🙃 you: hes joked about being able to kill me with his bar ehands you: bare hands* Kyle: fair. Kyle: this raises more questions for me. you: what Kyle: like u would meet with a masked bloke that can kill u with his bare hands alone without protection? 🤨 you: i had protection Kyle: not a condom. you: oh 😅 you: well we met at a pub soooo  Kyle: what did u 2 do then Kyle: other than watch a ‘movie’ 🙄 you: played mario kart you: slept Kyle: as in Kyle: you SLEPT? like honk shoo honk mimimimi? you: yes🙄🙄 Kyle: im confused. you: ur confused? im fucking confused bro Kyle: wdym u SLEPT TOGETHER? 🙃 Kyle: WHAT KIND OF WITCHCRAFT IS THIS?  Kyle: wtf have u done to him Kyle: like ghost doesnt text, he sure as shit doesnt visit people, and he doesnt go on dates, he doesnt sleep next to people, im almost sure the man doesnt have feelings or emotions and only speaks in sarcasm  Kyle: how can u get that out of him?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: no one else can! you: well with that mentality you cant you: idk what to tell u you: we hit it off 🙄 Kyle: explain yourself. you: ive been explaining it!!!!! Kyle: no explain it better. Kyle: I think Im having a stroke.  you: idk how to make it clearer??? Kyle: thats it. Kyle: are you free rn?? Kyle: I need u to explain urself. 😑 you: Im at work? Kyle: whens ur lunch break? 👀 you: in 35 minutes. Kyle: do u like ramen? you: yes? Kyle: whats the closest japanese to ur job? you: Akira Kyle: meet me at Akira for lunch. Kyle: I’m buying. you: who said i want to meet up with u?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: man just get down there. Kyle: im offering to pay. you: fineeeee 🙄

Kyle quickly hopped up from his seat at his desk with a start and rushed back to his room to change out of his fatigues.

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[xtrafluffyteddy]

Remember

zombie! ghost x immune! reader

tw: gore, violence, death, heartache

inspired by remember you from adventure time

it had been exactly 574 days since the infection started, 365 days since the military fell, and 3 days since you and simon were bit in an attempt to find supplies and shelter, there was nothing you two couldve done no amout of strength or bullets was gonna take down that entire hoard. Your surprised that you and simon even got out with just a bite, you were sure that you were gonna be torn apart and eaten just like you watched your friends be.

"Cmon si just a little longer" you wheeze tired from dragging his deadweight body "were almost there im sure theyll have a cure" you repeated that yourself everytime you felt like giving up and just putting simon down, all you got in reply was a guttral groan from the undead man you had kept on a chain for his safety and yours

You huffed and sat down against a tree staring across the way at Simon who stared at you jaw hanging loosely from where he broke it to prevent himself from biting anyone, milky eyes unblinking "do you even remember me simon" you sigh staring into his cloudy eyes "do you remember the note you left? before you slipped away that night" you dug around you pack Simons eyes following your every movement as you quickly retrieve the note holding it with shaking hands

"Love is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world? That must be so confusing for a rookie like you" you read choking up a bit "And I know you're going to need me here with you, But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too" you stand up and shove the note into his chest hoping for anything, for some type of response to show you that your simon was still there that he wasnt just a walking husk of the man you love "This virus keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy, and I need to save you, but who's going to save me?" you couldnt help but slam your fist into his chest over and over only earning a snarl and groan in return "i wouldve saved you Simon, i wouldve ripped apart the world if it meant you were immune just like me".

you continued reading "Please forgive me for whatever I do. When I don't remember you" you sobbed soflty griping onto simons tactical vest trying to ground yourself in reality "f....forgive.." is all you heard thinking for sure you were hallucinating it couldnt be Simons voice "f....forgive' he repeated looking down at you.

You hiccuped shaking a bit but continued reading "Love, I can feel myself slipping away, I can't remember what it made me say" you remembered that day the day after simon got bit and the fever was settling in causing him to be delirious saying disturbing and violent stuff just to try to get you to leave him to die not wanting you to remember him as a husk ,"But I remember that I saw you frown, I swear it wasn't me, it was the virus" you clung to him even though you knew he couldnt wrap his arms around you or share the same emotions anymore "please forgive me for whatever i do, when i dont remember you" you finish reading looking up at the man you still love and refused to leave behind catching just a glimpse of rememberance swirling in his eyes as he stared down at you.

[bordysbae]

I love your stories for Turcotte. could you please do 12. “why do you hate me?” “you think i hate you?” with him? <3

“frat party”

alex turcotte x f!reader

“you expect me to go to a party at his frat? that’s funny,” you scoff and continue looking back down at your phone. your roommate, abigail, comes over to your side of the dorm and sits on the bed.

“cmon please? i know things ended shitty with alex, but this is gonna be so fun! they have a dj and everything. please y/n? you probably won’t even see him, wisco is a big school!” abigail pleads, and you give into her puppy dog eyes.

“oh fine. and yeah wisco is a big school, but it’s not that big. i guarantee i’ll see him, but it’s been a couple months i need to get out, right?” you ponder. immediately abby jumps up and a smile fills her face. “yes yes yes! now let’s pick out an outfit for you!” she beams while taking your hands and dragging you towards the closet. after slipping on ripped jeans and a tight, low cut, white tank you and abby head out. the walk to the frat is only about fifteen minutes, and you’re used to it by now. alex used to always walk you home from every frat party, and if he was too drunk to walk you home, he’d make sure someone got you back to your dorm safely.

as you enter the brick building, the trashed floors and smell of alcohol fills your senses. you’re taken back by the pungent smell, but soon you get used to it. as abby drags you with her towards her boyfriend, you watch the familiar dark haired boy glow in his limelight. alex is practically the life of every party, which was one of the problems in your guys’ situationship. you wanted to get to know him, yet he was always busy with games and parties.

as his head rotates towards the left, his eyes meet with yours before you’re dragged into the kitchen. your view of alex is interrupted by a borg being shoved in your face, “want some?” your friend asks you. you shake your head and continue looking around for any sign of alex. “y/n cmon let’s have fun, drink a little!” abby chuckles, and you roll your eyes before taking a sip of the red colored vodka in the plastic gallon carton. the sharpie on the outside of the carton says: “borgicious.” the burning sensation from the liquor flowing down your throat shocks your system and makes you more alert.

suddenly you notice your friends giving glances, before tapping your shoulder to turn around. you furrow your brows as they step away from you, but when you rotate around you know exactly why. “hey, y/n,” alex states awkwardly. your breathe hitches. the boy who broke your heart nearly two months ago is standing in front of you.

“alex? why are you talking to me, don’t you like hate me or something?”

“you think i hate you?”

“um yeah? you literally ghosted me out of nowhere and then avoided me like the plague!”

“i don’t hate you, it’s quite the opposite actually,” he says meanwhile scratching the back of his neck nervously. you furrow your brows once again before letting out a heavy sigh. you work up the guts to ask the brave question, “why’d you do it alex? i thought we were getting somewhere, but you just ended things so suddenly?”

“can we talk about this outside? it’s a bit loud,” he suggests, and you nod. you both head to the back porch where a few other strangers are standing. they don’t pay any attention to you and alex, so you two just mind your business.

“i did it because i’m scared. i’m afraid to commit to things because i know myself, and i know you. god i wish i could be a better person for you, but i just don’t trust myself. i know my tendencies and i don’t want to hurt you even more in the long run, so i ended things. i’d rather hurt myself more and see you shine, instead of hurting you even more than i already did. i wanted you to move on so you can be happy,” alex bashfully admits.

your hands suddenly find their way to alex’s cheeks, as your turn his head towards you. “i trust you alex. i know you can change, and i know you have a good soul. during those long nights on facetime and the walks to my dorm after parties, i learned so much about you. i know you can change, and i can help you get rid of the stupid “fuck boy” persona. i promise im not gonna judge you, and it’s okay to open up sometimes alex. theres a reason i chose you out of everyone, i know you alex. i don’t want anyone else, i want you.”

suddenly a soft smile appears on his face, and he rests his forehead on yours, “i knew i chose the right girl, i’ve missed you. can we start over? but this time as boyfriend and girlfriend?” you nod your head, and your lips slowly connect to his. his familiar scent brings joy to your body, and same with him. everyone always knew you guys would end up dating, it was only a matter of time.

[ohbo-ohno]

took a few minutes to compose myself because thinking of gaz makes me lose my common sense😵😵😵😵

someone else mentioned in a previous ask that gaz uses pleasure as punishment to the point where you pass out and that stuck with me on a personal level because i am deathly afraid of physical pain. as much as i love being ghoap's darling kitten, i don't think I'd survive very long in their care if I'm being honest😅 so gaz is my safest and favourite bet.

which brings me to this;

if gaz uses pleasure as punishment for bad behaviour, does that also work for good behaviour too?

I'm so down bad for this man, considering the mental gymnastics he uses to keep his bunny in check (don't think I don't know about the carrot thing👀), I imagine she's less likely to act out of turn, compared to ghoap's kitten. so she gets rewarded more often than not🥴🥴🥴🥴

-🪐

belonging to ghost & soap or even price is an intense and difficult thing, your safest bet for a life with minimal pain is 100% kyle. he'd probably fuck with your head the most though, or at least as much as ghost

i think pleasure as punishment is gaz using your pleasure for himself, and pleasure for reward is you getting to actually enjoy the pleasure

so for punishment - gaz will make you feel so good it loops around to being excruciating. he'll eat you out for hours, nipping at your clit with sharp teeth and sucking so hard you feel like you'll lose every drop of liquid inside you. he'll shove a vibrator into your pussy as he fucks you so you're stretched nice and wide, and so he can enjoy the vibrations too. he says don't you like being stretched, bun? cmon, that doesn't feel good? feels good for me, and i can feel you clenching down so good and tight for me. don't lie, sweetheart, it'll only make your punishment longer.

he'll make you come over and over and over and over again because you squeeze his dick soooo nicely when you do. makes you squirt because he likes the way your body tries to force him out. he'll fuck your cervix, hold a heavy hand on your belly to emphasize your stomach bulge and make him feel even larger inside of you. he'll use your tits as stress balls, pluck your nipples and squeeze your breasts as he fucks into you. he'll leave so many hickies, you're more bruise than unbruised. he'll fuck your unconscious body a few times before setting you in your burrow with a few water bottles

but for reward, he's far nicer. he gives you breaks in between orgasms, strokes you to completion in the soft way he knows you enjoy. a soft tongue at your cunt, light pressure on your clit and two curling fingers inside your hole. slow, intimate sex with his forehead pressed against yours, deep and loving kisses against your mouth, slow strokes of his tongue over nipples. he coaxes every drop of pleasure from your body, takes breaks between more overwhelming climaxes to massage your legs, your shoulders, your back. endless praise, endless pets, endless kisses. he'll give you anything you beg for, give it to you at the pace you want.

[hyperfizationss]

"𝙰𝚖 𝚒 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

Charlie(yuurivoice) x drug dealer reader

Mentions of:drugs,situationships,a butt ton of angst,sex,toxic relationships

One,in the morning,I’m going to see a guy who desist even care about me at one in the morning.

The lengths you’ll go for someone you care about, no,for someone you love

Rushing over to his dipshit apartment at 1 in the morning to give him stuff,to give him weed,and alcohol.I should honestly block him,move outta town and maybe even change my name,but I can’t,and I won’t

My slippers kept falling of my feet as I walked up the stairs to his floor,of course the elevator was out,it always is.I made a quick knock on his door as I tapped my foot on the ground

He was barely even dressed,boxers and the same greasy t-shirt,or t-shit as I call it,from his dumb job,all this blonde hair was ruffled in his face and he look desperate

“Casper!oh my god you life saver,how much?” He asked pulling his wallet form a little table he kept near the door

“On the house chuck,just take it,I get my next shipment tomorrow anyways” I sighed handing him the bag

“Nah Cas I can’t let ya go with nothin,at least do some with my ya know?” He already sounded high,I wanted to take the bag and smack him with it,smack his cute little rat face,but I didn’t.

“Nah chuck I actually quit all that stuff,kept making me anxious and shit”

“Cmon Cas,are you seriously gonna say no to me?”

In less than 10 minutes I found myself on his couch sharing a joint while his arms were wrapped around me,maybe like the fucker actually cared.the sudden realization of the time almost made me puke.I quickly stood up and shoved Charlie of me

“Casper what the fuck?where’s you going?” Charlie said sitting up and grabbing my wrist

“I have to go home chuck,my roommate is gonna get worried”

“That’s been your excuse of everything recently Cas,I’m getting fuckin sick of it,why do you not wanna be around me?” He was visibly confused,and irritated.we used to be best friends,but my damn feelings probably ruined that,and him being his horny little self ruined it to

“Chuck,do you think I like what we have going on?”

“…what?”

“This whole thing,I come over and we smoke and drink and you act like you care,and then we have sex,I’m getting sick of it Charlie.do you love me or not?”

“Casper..” he said making his way over to me,my hand still on the doorknob

“And Stop calling me that!it makes me feel like a ghost to you!I only come around when you call me,and usually it’s 3 times which is almost ironic”

“Cas,calm the fuck down for a minute…”

“No,I’m getting sick of it Charlie,I can’t keep doing this.find a new dealer,find a new situationship,I’m fucking done” I opened the door and stepped out,he didn’t chase or anything,just a slam of something against the wall mostly likely one of those alcohol bottles I gave him

Good riddance….

Have no clue how I wrote this in one day but,ya know who cares😋

[callsign-bunnie]

Should I start paying rent in here?

Hey uh.. heard that part 3 of prof graves AleRudy love triangle was a thing.. you ever tried it? Oh you have? Any idea where it might be… no reason just uh, lil curious *dumb wink*

If you remember Kaleb has my number, cmon every one knows Kaleb. Oh how do I? We go way back man, met trying that why can’t we be more stuff! He hasn’t mentioned me? Oh yeah I used to be kinda shy but we’re good mates- what do you mean he never touched that stuff?! Course he did *sweat drop*, doubt he’d save it just for us. Maybe he just didn’t feel like sharing aye?

(I got carried away with this under cover cop thing)

I think this might be my friend, the typing style is similar and they're the only person I know who would spell Kaleb with a K. Regardless, this is my favorite bit I've ever done, please keep doing it

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Did Rodolfo feel guilty about still going to see Professor Graves after his classes on Monday? Maybe. But… Rodolfo wasn’t sure if he felt so guilty towards Graves or Alejandro…

Maybe it was both. 

Maybe. 

But, that didn’t stop him. In fact, maybe it encouraged him, slightly, as he slowly packed his things, watching the other students leave. He’d stuck his camera in his bag, in case it was something he wanted to take a picture of, deciding to learn his lesson from Saturday.

Sunday… Sunday had been wonderful. He’d woken up to a hot breakfast and he’d woken up entirely too late. But, apparently Soap had canceled on him, so… Something to do with Ghost. Rodolfo hadn’t minded, he’d spent the day with Alejandro. 

He wondered how long this would last. He was getting so much more attention than he’d ever gotten before and he knew it wouldn’t last, but… how much longer would he have? He didn’t know. Did he want to? 

Rodolfo shook off the thought and went down to Professor Graves’ desk when everyone was gone. “You said you had something to show me?” Was he skipping his next class for this? Maybe.

“I do!” Graves grinned, looking up from his laptop. “I already talked to the teacher of your next class, so you don’t have to worry about that. You’ve been excused.”

Rodolfo relaxed and nodded. He loved the way Graves seemed to consider everything. He was so sweet and thoughtful… Alejandro was sweet, too, but he was impulsive and maybe a bit immature. Though… Alejandro was one for small details. Tiny things. Why was he comparing them? He didn’t know.

“That’s great.” Rodolfo finally said, smiling. “What is it?”

Graves stood and led him to his office where Rodolfo frowned as he saw something large and covered in a cloth. He watched his professor pull down the cloth and then he was staring at the same painting as from the book. “It’s a recreation, of course. But… I thought you’d want to see it before I had it sent to the museum.” Graves explained, turning to look at him.

“It’s…” Rodolfo was in awe. He went to the painting, looking over it, at all of the detail. He and the royal really did look so strikingly similar. Every part of them was the same, save for the royal’s hair, which was a lot wavier than Rodolfo was willing to let his get. “It’s beautiful.” He finally said.

The painting was large enough that Rodolfo and the Royal had a perfect equal scale, a 1 to 1. He jokingly posed the same, resting his left hand on his stomach and his hand on where the large ruby of the necklace would be, before turning and looking at Graves. “What do you think? Think I’m a good substitute for the real thing?”

“You’re almost a carbon copy.” Graves laughed before coming over, adjusting his pose ever so slightly. “There. Perfect. Hmm… I wish you had the jewelry on, I’d get a picture.”

“I have a polaroid camera in my bag,” Rodolfo confessed, dropping the pose and shaking his head. “I don’t really take pictures of myself.”

“Why not?” Graves frowned. “That’s a crime, you’re too beautiful for that.”

Rodolfo blushed dark red, his brain failing to work for a moment. It only got worse as Graves reached up and brushed some hair from where it had fallen in front of his eyes. “I just… never get the chance. Soap doesn’t really take pictures of me and it’s hard to take pictures of myself with that camera.”

Graves tilted his head before shrugging. “I’ll fix that.” He grabbed a chair from nearby, placing it in front of the painting and then smiling. “Sit.”

Rodolfo blushed but did as told, curious what he was doing. He frowned when he watched Graves rummage in his bag and then he was pulling the camera out and setting it on his desk. Then, he came over and helped Rodolfo pose and Rodolfo found himself blushing darker as he realized Graves was posing him like the painting.

He held the pose, keeping his face neutral like the painting, and then he looked at Graves, managing not to flinch at the flash. When it was done, Graves took the picture and held it, coming over. “Did you know that you didn’t need to shake old polaroids?” Graves asked when he came over.

Rodolfo frowned. “No, I guess I didn’t… I um… I’m only 20. I didn’t… own a polaroid camera.” He winced, waiting for the typical comments that millennials and really anyone over the age of 30 made towards anyone under the age of 25.

“Makes sense. They became pretty much obsolete by the time you would have been getting a camera. This polaroid snap is pretty good, I like the specifications.” Graves smiled and then held out the picture.

Rodolfo blinked at his words and then relaxed. Of course Graves wouldn’t make those comments, he was too mature for that. He smiled and took the picture, looking at it. The picture made him realize just how similar he looked to the royal, touching over their faces. Well, he already knew, but it was still just uncanny. “Thank you…”

“Of course.” Graves nodded and then Rodolfo was jumping at another flash. “This one will be mine.” He chuckled, taking the picture and then handing Rodolfo the camera back. “You looked too darling, I had to.”

Oh, Rodolfo’s skin turned dark red from that statement. He had to look away as he took the camera back, again thanking Graves. He went to his bag and put the camera in it, as well as tucking the picture in a pocket.

“You know… I was thinking.” Graves came over, wrapping his arms around Rodolfo’s waist from behind. Rodolfo melted as Graves kissed the back of his neck, closing his eyes. “I should take you out. The museum is great and all but… I’d really like to take you out. I know this bar…”

“I’m 20.” Rodolfo reminded, shivering as Graves lightly nipped at the back of his neck, before turning around in his arms. “My ID says I’m 20.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Graves shook his head. “They’ll let you in. As long as you’re with me… They’ll let you in.”

Rodolfo blushed. “You’re not going to be responsible and keep me from drinking?” He teased, though he didn’t care. Rodolfo had drank before. He’d drank a lot before… 

“You won’t be drinking.” Graves laughed. “Neither will I, likely. The food is good and it’s a little more classy than the typical bar. Only a little. How does that sound?”

Rodolfo paused and then smiled. Of course he’d go. “Yeah.. I like that. When?”

“Friday?” Graves asked and Rodolfo nodded. “Perfect! I’ll text you when I’ll be picking you up.” He kissed Rodolfo’s cheek before letting him go. “I look forward to it.”

“Me too…” Rodolfo melted and then waved before grabbing his bag and leaving.

-

Rodolfo was hanging out with Gaz, his other friend. Why? Well, Soap had blown him off again for Ghost. He could only imagine what they were doing. “So…” Gaz said as he took his hair down out of the towel he was using. Gaz had used Rodolfo’s shower, since his was apparently broken. “Soap told me you were with Professor Graves on Friday.”

“Of fucking course he did.” Rodolfo muttered, already irritated. “Look, if you’re here to judge me-”

“I’m not.” Gaz assured, sitting on the other side of the coffee table and taking a bite of the pizza he’d brought over for them. “Actually, I think it’s great. Gets you away from Alejandro.”

Neither Gaz nor Alex, Gaz’s boyfriend, seemed to like Alejandro much. Of course… neither would give Rodolfo a straight answer on why. Even before he and Alejandro had started to distance, they just didn’t seem to like him. It was odd, but Rodolfo had given up on trying to find out why. “Well… No. Because Alejandro and I hung out on Saturday.”

“Ah.” Gaz frowned and then went quiet, looking down at his pizza for a moment. “Well… Are you going to go fully back to Alejandro?”

Rodolfo winced. He didn’t know. “I… Have a date, I think, with Professor Graves this Friday.” He paused when his phone buzzed, blushing when he saw it was Alejandro, who’d sent him a picture of a flier for a concert on Saturday. A candlelit symphony. He melted when Alejandro sent a Want to go? And immediately sent back that he would. “And a date with Alejandro on Saturday.” He smiled and showed Gaz the picture.

“That’s sweet.” Gaz nodded and furrowed his brows. “So… You’re going to go out with both?”

“One or both will lose interest in me, eventually.” Rodolfo shrugged, not really that concerned about it, at the moment. “So… I’m enjoying it while I have it.”

“I see.” Gaz nodded, frowning again. “I… I’m happy for you. I’m glad you seem to be getting some attention. You need it, mate.” He smiled at Rodolfo and touched his hand before sighing. “Why did Soap blow you off again?”

Rodolfo hesitated before sighing. Gaz and Soap seemed to be getting along less and less. It started with Gaz getting with Alex and then Soap got with Ghost and… neither of them hung out unless Rodolfo suggested something. Even there, it was tense the whole time. “Ghost. He’s busy with, you know, being a rockstar. So… I don’t know.”

“Of course he is.” Gaz rolled his eyes. “That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Rodolfo smiled. “It means I get to hang out with you.” 

“That’s true.” Gaz nodded, grinning. “And I like hanging out with you.”

Rodolfo relaxed, nodding. “I like hanging out with you, too. How are Alex and Farah? Well, and Malika.”

“They’re great!” Gaz perked up. “Though, Farah and Malika are honestly kind of gross. Farah always has her in her lap and they are constantly touching! Not in any sexual way, but if Malika gets within five feet of Farah, Farah just has to start touching her and grabbing her.”

Rodolfo laughed, loudly, since he remembered Alex and Gaz being the exact same way when they got together the year before. Alex constantly had his hands on Gaz and Rodolfo remembered he and Soap teased Gaz about it, endlessly. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Hey, we weren’t this bad.” Gaz blushed. “Or… I don’t remember us being this bad.”

Rodolfo rolled his eyes, since they had, indeed, been that bad. “Sure.” He pat Gaz’s arm and then put his elbow on the table. “And Alex has been doing okay?”

“Yep! Better than okay.” Gaz nodded and melted. “He’s perfect. I love him so much… We’re already at a year and I feel like we still just started dating.”

“I’m glad to see those rose colored glasses still haven’t came off, then.” Rodolfo nodded, really happy for his friend. Alex was a really great guy and Gaz deserved that. “Hey, do you think you could come over and help me dress for this date on Friday?”

“Of course.” Gaz beamed. “Why not ask Soap, though?”

“He’s going to flip his shit if I tell him!” Rodolfo immediately said. “Besides, he’s busy this Friday. All week, in fact. I’ll barely see him.”

“Good.” Gaz muttered, sighing. “It’s none of his business who you date.” 

Rodolfo definitely agreed. He shook his head and looked down at his plate, tracing the edge of it. He didn’t understand why Soap was judging him so hard. “No, Rudy, look at me.” Rodolfo looked up, startled. Gaz’s expression was intense. “I mean it. It is none of his business. He, of all people, should not be judging who you choose to date. Got it?”

Rodolfo frowned but nodded. “Yeah… I got it.” He blushed, confused why Gaz was suddenly so intense. “I mean, besides Ghost-”

“Ghost is the reason.” Gaz groaned. “He… runs with a really bad crowd, is all I will say. And Soap knew before he started to date him that he did. Don’t let him tell you otherwise.”

Rodolfo blushed but nodded. “Okay…” He frowned more, now even more confused. Why hadn’t Soap ever told him that? But, he shrugged it off and got up. “Want to see what Graves gave me?”

“Sure!” Gaz smiled, seeming to relax a bit.

Rodolfo went to his wardrobe, which had been issued by the college, and opened it, looking for the blue jewelry boxes and frowning when he couldn’t find them. Odd… He’d put them in there… He looked through his drawers before suddenly getting a hunch.

Oh, he’d fucking kill him. 

Rodolfo went to Soap’s wardrobe, looking in the bottom drawer, and then making an irritated sound when he found the jewelry boxes. He took a picture of them and sent it to Soap. You’re stealing my shit, now? That’s fucking petty.

The message was read pretty much immediately, but Soap didn’t reply. Rodolfo took the boxes out of the drawer and came over, sitting down at the coffee table again and making a frustrated sound as he showed Gaz. “I can’t fucking believe him!”

“I can.” Gaz rolled his eyes. “He’s self righteous, probably thought he was doing it to protect you.”

“Fuck him.” Rodolfo shook his head but opened the jewelry boxes so Gaz could see, relaxing at seeing the jewelry pieces were still intact. “They’re a bit too fancy for Friday but… I love them.”

“But… not for Saturday…” Gaz grinned. “You should wear them that day.”

“No, that feels- No. That feels wrong.” Rodolfo’s face flamed bright red. “I wouldn’t do that to Alejandro.”

“Would Alejandro know unless you told him?” Gaz tilted his head. “Does he even know you’re seeing Professor Graves?”

Rodolfo paused and looked at the pieces, touching over the earrings and necklace. He would really like to wear them… “Fuck, I don’t have clothes for Saturday, either. I don’t… know how to dress elegant like the symphony wants.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I do. Alex takes me on those kinds of dates all the time.” Gaz waved his hand. It made sense, Gaz and Alex were both loaded from family money. Adopted family money, but family money all the same. Gaz’s father, John Price, and Alex’s moms all three co-owned several very successful businesses.

Well, Alex and Farah’s moms. It was… complicated.

“Oh. Well… I don’t think I own anything like that.” Rodolfo frowned. 

Gaz laughed. “That’s fine! I’ll take you shopping! I’ll even pay for it, as long as you let me pick what you wear!”

Rodolfo blushed dark. “But it’s a date with Alejandro…”

“You’re my friend. I’m not going to let you have a shit date, even if I maybe don’t like the partner.” Gaz shook his head. “I’m not Soap.”

“I don’t think Soap would do that, either…” Rodolfo frowned before wincing when Gaz just gestured to the jewelry. “Do you think you could keep them in your dorm? Just… for now.”

“Of course.” Gaz nodded and smiled. “They might encourage Alex to get me my own pieces.” He joked, holding the necklace up to his skin. 

“I think emerald would be better.” Rodolfo remarked, but he smiled. 

“I think you might be right.” Gaz agreed and put the necklace back, being ginger with it. “Let’s go on Thursday! I can help you find an outfit for Friday as well! Since I doubt you have much for a bar.”

“I do not.” Rodolfo agreed. Even if it was meant to be a bit classier… He didn’t think he’d have anything for it. “Alright. Thursday. I like that… Hey, maybe you can bring Malika and I can get to meet her!”

“Perfect!” Gaz smiled. “Thursday.”

-

Rodolfo’s Tuesday and Wednesday were uneventful. Graves ended up canceling class on Wednesday and while Alejandro texted him plenty, neither of them had a schedule that really allowed for them to randomly hang out. Plus, whatever had Ghost super busy apparently had Alejandro busy as well.

Whatever.

So, when Thursday rolled around, Rodolfo was very happy to go and pick up Gaz and Malika. Gaz had decided on the shopping mall, since there were some stores that he knew would have clothes. Which is where they were, now.

Malika was a sweet omega, following Gaz closely. She and Rodolfo had already had a brief conversation about their classes and Rodolfo found that she was fairly intelligent, if not a bit clueless. Gaz informed him that it was because she had had a rough childhood, so Rodolfo decided not to ask about it.

Now, he was watching Gaz look through clothing on a rack in a store that sold “Elegance Wear” for omegas. There wasn’t honestly much difference in how male omegas and female omegas dressed. It mostly had to do with their secondary sex characteristics. Seeing as female omegas had breasts and male omegas had dicks. 

Female alphas and male alphas honestly differed more. It was a bit more socially acceptable for female alphas to be feminine, so they could wear dresses, though more and more opted not to.

In this store, clothing made to fit male omegas had an M next to the size and those for females had an F. Rodolfo was a 16M, for instance, but Malika was apparently a 14F. Apparently Alpha clothing sizes were a bit more complicated, which Rodolfo didn’t get why. But, he wasn’t going to bother questioning it. 

Clothing that could be a bit more neutrally worn just dropped the M and F. Most clothes in a walmart, for instance, would just be a size and that was it. And, seeing as female omegas rarely wore the underwired bra that female alphas did, apparently their bras were a bit less complicated to size as well.

Alphas had to play games with their sizing, too, apparently. 

Well, Rodolfo did suppose it could be important to them, since size used to be a huge thing for alphas. Not so much, anymore, but it had lingered. Bigger alphas were definitely respected a bit more. Just like smaller omegas were often seen as more desirable. 

“Rodolfo-” 

Rodolfo’s head whipped up and he blushed, seeing Gaz and Malika were both looking at him. “Yeah?”

“Have you paid attention to a bloody word I was saying??” Gaz huffed, crossing his arms. 

Rodolfo winced, since he hadn’t even been aware Gaz was talking. “No…” He admitted, going over to him and seeing that Malika was holding two outfits. A blood red velvet dress, which had a black blazer over it, and a the other was an outfit with black pants, a black corset blouse, and the same black blazer. 

“Which do you prefer?” Gaz gestured between the two of them, leaning against the rack. Apparently, Gaz used to be a bit of a nerd in high school, but… well, status was everything. The name Kyle Price said a lot, and it didn’t say dorky nerd. According to Gaz. 

Rodolfo looked between the two of them, considering. “Um… I kind of like the dress.” Admittedly, he was thinking of the painting, since the Royal had been wearing a dress that looked close to red velvet in it. 

This one had the same off the shoulder neckline, which was the most common style that male omegas wore. It didn’t look weird with a flat chest. “I like it.”

“I do, too. I really think it’ll match that jewelry.” Gaz smiled. He’d had Rodolfo send him pictures of it and so he held it up, asking Malika what she thought.

“Hmm…” Malika tilted her head. “I think the gold really goes with the dress, but I’m not liking the blazer… What about cream?”

“No, cream would be too vintage.” Gaz shook his head.

Rodolfo made a face. Right. Malika’s major, which Rodolfo had yet to actually hear, apparently had something to do with fashion. Rodolfo’s major did not. 

Malika seemed to agree, looking around. “Well, he can’t go without something over it, it’s going to be 50 degrees and there is no sleeve. I mean… if he does go, Alejandro may offer his jacket.”

“Yeah, we can’t have that.” Gaz snorted, putting the jacket back on the rack. “I’m giving him Rudy in this dress, I’m not going to give him that much.”

Malika continued to look around before leaving and coming back with a white shawl. It was also velvet, though a much fluffier velvet, and it had a place that one could use a broach, though Rodolfo didn’t own a broach. “I like it.” Gaz nodded, putting it over the dress. “Very elegant.”

Rodolfo was starting to worry it was too elegant. “I’ll be overdressed.”

“The event is black tie.” Gaz waved him off, starting to walk over to the shoe section. “I’m more worried about you being underdressed.”

“How do you know that??” Rodolfo followed him over. “I doubt it’s black tie, Alejandro doesn’t like those kinds of events.” Huh, Graves was taking him to a bar and Alejandro was taking him to a symphony that was supposedly black tie… Weird. It felt like it should be the opposite.

“Because I searched for the event. Don’t worry, Alejandro planned to tell you, I yelled at him over it.” Gaz’s tone was like he was reading off a manual. “He forgot. However, he confirmed it’s black tie.”

Rodolfo was more surprised that Gaz had bothered to speak to Alejandro than he was that Alejandro was going to a black tie event. But, he didn’t say anything, watching Malika and Gaz pick over the shoe section. When they seemed to find acceptable shoes, he shook his head. “Can I see how much everything costs?” 

He wasn’t surprised when Gaz just laughed.

They went up to the counter and Gaz smiled at the cashier. “My boyfriend called up earlier. Alex Keller? He opened a tab.”

The cashier nodded. “Yes, he did, I can see it. Can you give me the last four of the card?”

Gaz gave it and then put the clothes on the counter. Rodolfo rolled his eyes. Gaz could afford everything, himself, but Alex was a bit more traditional in that he believed an alpha should spoil their partner. Granted, Rodolfo was a bit more traditional than both of them, but as such, Gaz rarely paid for anything.

Soap had always joked ‘if it’s not Daddy’s money, it’s Daddy’s money.’ Of course, he meant that joke in a mean way, but Gaz had just let it roll off himself and laughed about it. (Soap was again one to talk since Ghost paid for damn near everything for him. Ghost was paying his college tuition, Gaz was paying his own.)

Rodolfo then followed Gaz out. “Okay, that’s one outfit. What about the other?” He went to take the bag, but Gaz didn’t let him. Whatever. 

“We’re just going to go to a simple store for that one.” Gaz said. Malika caught up to them and she ended up taking the bag, dropping something inside. “Obviously, you don’t need Elegant Wear for a bar.”

Rodolfo agreed and they went into a clothing boutique that Rodolfo did not think he’d be able to afford on his own, but which seemed to have much more casual clothing. He liked the style, looking around. Already, though, it appeared Gaz and Malika were building an outfit.

Black jeans, which Rodolfo preferred, though they appeared to be skinny jeans. Then, a white button down. Black tennis shoes, too. “It’s simple, he can wear the components anywhere else, I like it.” Malika nodded.

“What do you think?” Gaz looked at Rodolfo.

Rodolfo shrugged. They were clothes. “I like them. I think I have all of the components of that in my dorm.”

“Yeah, so? New clothes.” Gaz shook the hangers. 

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, new clothes.” He chuckled, amused by the two. He went over, noting that the clothing was a bit nicer than whatever he owned. The jeans had a soft, almost velvet feel and the material seemed to have a bit more give. The shirt was a lot lighter of a material and Rodolfo did finally notice that it was tied in the front. “I like it.”

“Perfect! Well, that was easier than I expected.” Gaz went up and paid for everything before coming back. “Alright, I’m starving, let’s go eat.”

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Bands that I listen too that I think Carl Grimes would listen too! Part 2!

🎸black veil brides🎸

-you cannot tell me he isn't a fan of them

- loves them so much!

- he probably had an older cousin who showed him bvb

- his favorite album is set the world on fire

- ( he wishes he could/j)

- wretched and divine is HIS song!!!

-like think about it "I am the innocent

I am what could have been" screams him!

- his favorite songs are : sweet blasphemy, knives and pens, perfect weapon, youth and whiskey, ritual,savior (the irony) I am bulletproof

-sang savior to Judith when she couldn't sleep

- every now and then she'll remembered the tune and very little lyrics of a song she doesn't know the name too. Little does she know her older brother who she barley remembers would sing it to her.

- found a black veil brides cd on a run a was so happy since he hasn't heard them since the apocalypse started.

🎸 Eyes set to kill 🎸

- discovered them on a run

- he was looking through a record shop when he thought the album cover to the world outside was cool

- now obviously he didn't want to judge a book by its cover but he thought he should check them out

- as soon as they started playing he fell in love with them!

- from then on he was a big fan of them

- Favorite album: The world outside

- Favorite songs: darling, heights, ticking bomb, violent kiss

🎸 Sleeping With Sirens 🎸

- did you really expect this boy to not be a fan of sws when he's ptv fan???

- he was bound to find them out

- one song he enjoys but is a bit suspicious about it

- dead walker Texas ranger...

- Like how did they know!????

- Anyways

- Favorite album: with ears to see and eyes to hear

- Favorite songs: Kick me, If I'm James Dean, then your Audrey Hepburn, tally it up, settle the score , postcards and Polaroids

🎸 Get Scared 🎸

- oh what's that? You don't think he would listen to them? WRONG!

- cmon like of course he does

- why wouldn't he???

- relates to keep myself alive (the irony...)

-I'm just saying this now every older sibling is into this band (saying this as an older sibling)

- Favorite albums: Built for blame, lace with shame, best kind of mess

- Let's face it he loves all of their albums equally like he cannot chose

- If your were to ask him what's his favorite album oooh boy he is sweating!

- Favorite songs: keep myself alive, don't you dare forget the sun, drown, scream, parade

🎸 Honorable mentions 🎸

- asking Alexandria, escape the fate, cute is what we aim for, evanescence, jack off jill, scary kids scaring kids. Ghost town, silverstein, Chiodos

Well that's all!! I'm just saying carl grimes is emo! Also these are just my personal headcanons!!

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Skybound 1-2

Im gonna be completely honest, out of all the seasons, I remember skybound the most

Maybe because it was the first time the series took Jay away from the comedic role and gave him development

I need everyone to stop calling Nya ‘sweetheart’ or im going to explode them with my mind

OH WAIT I FORGOT

THIS IS THE SEASON THEY GET FAMOUS

I was so caught up on pirates, genies, and Jay being an idiot that i forgot that was a huge factor

I remember I really hated dareth this season

Dareth: Your a boy band! A hunk machine! You dont need a girl in the group!

All the ninja: 😐😑😐

They really called him out on his bullshit

Cole wants nothing to do with the love triangle 😭

God I remember hating this famous ninja thing

Theres was so much second hand embarrassment I had to endure, and now I have to do it all over again

So much unneeded drama

Like yeah, i want the ninja to have recognition, but I dont want them to become popstars 💀

just for them to be appreciated for doing their JOBS

Cole got so giddy learning he can disappear :)

Jay and Zane have weekly chess game nights its canon because I said so

I love happy Cole, yes, your a ghost but your living your best life, LIKE YOU SHOULD.

Cole: remember back in the tomb of the first spinjitzu master? When we all saw the reflections of out future selves?

Cole: When I couldnt see anything, it wasnt because I was a goner! It was because I could disappear!!! (Strikes a pose and disappears) :D

Jay: ohhhh then why dont you make like a ghost and VANISH. 🙄

Hhfkdndjfnd

Be nicer to him Jay 😭

Zane: you still havent told him about the reflection of you and nya, have you?

Jay: And ruin our friendship? No thanks.

I can promise you, Cole couldnt give two shits about having a romantic relationship with Nya. Nonetheless FIGHT you over it

Jay: Either way, she made up her mind. Its just, seeing us together, its all I can think about.

Damn.

Honestly, Nyas anger directed towards Jay is completely valid. If I was perceived by the media as merely an object or prize to be won I’d be fuming.

Its so funny that Kai is all about this ‘fame’ thing. Being the poster board face for lego ninjago at the beginning and having the most merchandise

CLOUSE!

I love reoccurring characters even if Clouse is a little bitch

Misako: They’re growing up…

Wu: Yes, but I like to think ninjago would fall apart without us.

Valid.

its nice to feel wanted

Nya: Are you sending out a CHIRP?!?!?

Kai: UH, my followers have wants too!!!!

KAI GODDAMMIT.

Purple ninja my beloved

I love little kids helping the ninja its my favorite thing

Nya: how long did it take you to make that gi?

Purple ninja: when youve broken both your legs, you have a lot of time on your hands 😊 (slams into an exit door)

Wait wait wait wait

THIS is the rooftop. THE ROOFTOP WHERE JAYA HAPPENS!!!!

Jay: We’re a team! We stick together!

Nya: thanks. But i can stick up for myself.

Cole: He was just trying to be nice 😒

Jay: Dont worry! Its just our ‘first fight’ :)

JAY. CMON DUDE.

Nyas allowed to be stingy but dont take it out on Jay 😭

Coles literally telling Nya to take Jays hand hes had enough of this bullshit 💀

Doesn’t clouse get screwed over by this genie?

Ah, excuse me. Djinn.

I forgot how Cole turns human again but if its anything like Clouses traumatically painful cries of agony then maybe he should stay a ghost…

Kais figurines are actually really cute.

Zane and Lloyd: No traces of clouse…

Yeah bc hes fucking dead

Its common knowledge now that ninjago is one of the 16 realms??? Like citizens know??? That would drive me absolutely insane.

Nadakhan: Delara died?!?

Cyrus borg as the infobot: died, expired, rot, tint, kicked the bucket-

Hfjsbfjsntbr

Cyrus borg: I cant tell you where the realm crystal is! But i can tell you who has it! And where THEY are!

Me: 😐😑😐

Man in stiix: No one here cares for them fruit-colored ninja.

Cole: Um! 🤨 excuse me 😠 what fruit is black 🙄

Jay: blackberries?

Cole:

Cole: shut it jay.

SO THIS IS WHEN THEYRE ALL SEEN AS CRIMINALS

But wtf does nadakhan have to do with this? Can he do illusions or some shit?

NOOOO NOT JAYS PARENTS STOP

I feel like my soul was ripped out at how sad they looked

Nya comforting Jay after he sees his disappointed parents 🥹

Chief: the ninja are at large, they are armed and dangerous. And—and. (Squinting at his script) they have, legs?

Chief: Call law enforcement so we can apprehend them.

Zane, dialing law enforcement: Hello? Law enforcement?

Lloyd: Zanewhatareyoudoing-

Zane: I am programmed to obey the law 🤨 I need to tell them our location.

Stiix citizens: arent you all those ninjas?

Jay: HAHA! Nope! We’re that other group that has a nindroid, a ghost, and a girl…

hfjsjfndjsdhdisnr

Kai: six against six, at least its an even number.

Lloyd: were not gonna fight citizens KAI.

Kai: … dammit…

Jay: how are we supposed to fight back??!?!? Witty banter!?!?!?!

Zane: Statistically your witty banter usually gets us into more trouble 😄

Love how Coles hoodie makes him look more ghostly

Awwwwww nya allowed jay to help her

Theyre growing :)

People of stiix calling them the fruit-colored ninja is the greatest thing

If Lego had the balls they’d call them the fruity ninja

THE CHIEF GOT MISAKO?!?!?

RONIN.

THE NINJA TRUSTED YOU YOU ASSHOLE

This is actually so interesting, i remember the ninja being framed for crimes but I forgot it was this season. And right after they were famous and beloved nonetheless.

Wait is Wu inside Djinns bottle??? Like Clouse???

Misakos so smart she already knows who nadakhan is 😌

Okay but WHY dont they believe misako and the ninja

Like is it THAT hard to believe that a past enemy the ninja defeated can create illusions, and might want revenge????

Do the police legitimately believe, the ninja, known for being stealthy and cunning, are just gonna GIVE their status on social media?????

I guess a clues a clue right

Man they dont give Nya ANY credit. That was obviously her bracelet on the rat too. It was HER plan. Not Kais 😒

Jay. Ik your not this stupid. Nya just said a djinn is bad news. Trust your future girlfriend on this one buddy.

Jay: I know from my reflection that we end up together! Maybe a wish is how!

I mean… hes not wrong.

Lloyd: then we’ll find Djinn in pairs so he cant pick us off.

Jay: (immediately goes to Nyas side with a huge smile)

Cole (popping out of nowhere): Yeah yeah! And Jay and I can look for clues at the scene of the crime where he framed us!

Cole: What do you say buddy, just like old times?

Jay: haha sweeeeeet. Who doesnt like old times 🙃

Kai and Nya: sibling team

Jay and Cole: Bruise team

Lloyd and Zane: actually-get-shit-done team

RONIN YOU ASS

I refuse to believe ronins smart enough to hack into Zanes system.

This must be so scary for Lloyd to just watch his friend go braindead

Dont-mention-Nya-every-time-your-on-screen challenge. Try it out Ronin.

He sucks so much.

Hes a cool villain though.

Ronins really catching them all like pokemon huh

Jay: its the amusement park! So many fond memories. Thats where I unlocked my true potential! Oh oh! And theres where Nya and I had out first date. I bet we’ll laugh about this in the future :)

Cole: ?

Jay: I meaaaaaan, why would she laugh about that! She hates me. 😀

Your giving yourself away Jay

Cole: The djinn can shape-shift! He could be anybody!

Jay: 😨

Jay:

Jay: (sticks his hand through ghost Cole)

Cole:…

Cole: seriously?

Jay: just needed to make sure 😊

RONIN.

Cole after hearing his friends are all captured:

Jay, at ronin: HA! You think u can electrically tie the master of lightning!

Ronin, pointing a cannon gun: Yeah but are you the master of kabloowey 🤨

Cole: You cant see me!!! Im a ghost! Am i here? Or over here!?!? HAHAHA

Ronin: I have thermal vision Cole. 😐

Cole: you do…? (Gets captured)

Ronin really DID catch them all…

The chief: Ninjago is safe once again!

I hope the chief gets fired.

[laceghost]

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I'm so late but ty for the ask!! <33 1. Song of the year? That's so fucking hard to answer?? I think it's a tie between Spillways and Griftwood

2. Album of the year? Legally obligated to say Impera. cmon

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? Very end of the year find but House of Harm is becoming a favorite of mine really quickly

8. Game of the year? I barely played anything this year tbh :/ I'll say Omori bc I finally finished it and it was super good!!

9. Best month for you this year? So glad that I had such a good year that it's hard to choose lol my whole summer of july to september were the absolute best, I got to spend a lot of time with my best friends, traveled to visit some amazing places and saw some really cool bands! I can't just choose one bc these three months felt like a whole year to themselves

11. Something you want to do again next year? I went to a very cool underground bar/venue in my town for the first time and I really hope I get to go more often!! I really want to see more little shows this year basically

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year HI HIIIIII @niimuue !! Ok so technically we've known each other since before this year. BUT. I didn't meet anyone new and I feel like we really got to know each other this year!! I'm so glad we started talking more,, not to be sappy but you're a literal ray of sunshine in my days when I talk to you. ok i love you

13. How was your birthday this year? Pretty fun! We had a picinc at the park with my friends and I got to eat some good cake :) Didn't cry this year wich is an achievement (yipee)

14. Favorite book you read this year? Oh Gideon The Ninth hands down. I jumped head first into tlt and I don't regret anything (currently working on a Harrow cosplay too!!)

18. A memorable meal this year? Oh I got a real stupid one for this. My bf and I went on a trip to Italy this summer and on our last day we were eating outside and we had?? a french youtuber stumble and almost fall RIGHT beside our table it was such a weird moment of recognition I was stunned because?? is this who I think it is that almost ate shit right beside me?? in Italy of all places???? And when I asked my bf if he recognized the guy bc I wanted to be sure of who I saw, he didn't even know him.

19. What’re you excited about for next year? Seeing Ghost again lmao. Also getting more tattoos!

20. What’s something you learned this year? Kinda learned to set better boundaries! It's helped a lot to be able to protect myself and not let people walk all over me, and being able to communicate in a healthier way when ppl I care about are hurting me and not realizing it

21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? Umm acquired more trinkets and Miku figures lmao,, Oh I also reorganized my print wall but other than that not much has changed!

22. Favorite place you visited this year? Edinburgh for suuuure I really fell in love with the whole city but the castle was especially beautiful

25. Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one Yeah I made a few new characters for my graduation portfolio :^) I don't want to spoil too much so I'll briefly talk abt Josué! He's a member of my main cast of monsters and he's a cool guy with 4 arms ans that's all you'll get for now!! I'll post about them all when I make full illustrations hehe

[titconao3]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

thank you @perverse-idyll for the tag! Oh dear, remembering and choosing… not my strongest points ;-) chugs coffee also, i'll cheat, sorry ^_^;; because my focus is bad, and has only gotten worse with every passing year, so i find it harder and harder to read, watch, etc. i'm also very, very bad at rereading/rewatching, in part because i don't want to be disappointed and find flaws or discover my tastes are different and what i'd invested in just isn't my thing any longer. So, some of this stuff is more about what was formative, touched me at one point, than things i'm necessarily still into.

Tagging whoever is interested! i'm uncomfortable tagging specific people because i don't want anyone to feel like they must, or alternatively that i forgot them.

Five Essentials:

- Quiet and alone time.

- An Internet connection: most of my friendships happen online, it's vital for work, and of course entertainment. Preferably on a desktop, if not then a laptop, if i must... fine, my phone.

- Silly mindless computer games. It used to be card games, these days it’s computer mah-jong. i used to love an old… Wikipedia tells me in English it’s called a breakout game? You're throwing a ball at a wall of bricks to break them. Mine wouldn’t work when i was playing something on Winamp at the same time, back in the day on my first computer. Never found one i liked as much, sadly! i need those games to forget myself and drop into some sort of trance-like state, though it's not working as well as it used to. (Where's that bricks game when you need it) Some games that sound like they should fit my needs stress me out, like snake, minesweeper, Tetris.

- Fandom. Once the Internet became more widely available and my English was good enough, 20+ years ago, i jumped in and never looked back, though at some times it’s a looser connection than at others. It’s given me language knowledge, cultural knowledge, the escapism I sorely need at times, skills (especially once I started organising events), friendships <3 …

- i won’t go out without a colour-changing lil necklace - don’t think it still changes colours but who cares? i may or may not have a pile of mood jewelry. @pixelbypixelfanfic has its twin and that’s why i <3 it. LOOK AT HIM

Four films/Shows

- Star Trek:TOS, including the films. We will not mention here the more recent Treks, of which i haven't seen much anyway - in big part because i'm so done with the constant retconning of Spock's life and fam, like cmon guys, as if Sybok hadn't been more than enough already. i may or may not have invested too much into Spock as a kid, although i love them all. First fandom, even before i knew what fandom was.

- Blade Runner (haven't seen the new one), because of the music, the visuals, the nods to Metropolis and how it also shaped the scifi that came afterwards, because of That Death Scene on the roof (yes, i know the speech by heart) and also Zohra's and oh noes Pris and that time i stepped into the Bradbury Building.

- i was #shook by a couple of Mamoru Oshii films in the early aughts, Ghost in the Shell & Avalon (music by Kenji Kawai), and since it was my Japan Era there was also Jin-Roh, that film we won’t talk about (Grave of the Fireflies), the Kenshin OAV (the one about his early years. TOMOEEEE!! i even bought the music. yes, me. music. bought. look it was a long time ago), and a couple more. Neon Genesis Evangelion, of course :-b (NOT Shinji ;-)

- Back when i was in uni, there was a cinema club where they showed films in the largest auditorium. i went almost every week, and that's where i watched Buster Keaton's The General (i dragged a friend who was horrified at the idea of a B&W silent film... he laughed out loud for 75 min straight\o/ ), Some Like It Hot, but also more recent stuff like the early Tim Burtons (this was the early aughts). The seats were horribly uncomfortable, some of the films were 3h+ long boring adaptations of boring books (no, i really do not like Madame Bovary), but it helped fueled my cinema-going years. i watched Korean films in tiny independent cinemas, that kind of thing ;-) Today, it takes a lot for me to go pay lots of money, sit still for 2/3 hours, grit my teeth while people keep noisily munching on pop corn and slurping sodas or whatever; i try to time my cinema-going for viewings with smaller audiences, but... So, i'll go a couple of times in a year, for something that will be entertaining and silly and won't ask me to focus too much (because it's not at home, where i can easily go back, pause, take a break to absorb and process, take my time, etc) like Jurassic World or John Wick.

Three books:

- The Discworld series as a whole, for its humanity and humour and on-point commentary and… and… flails everything

- Let’s add some manga i loved: Gunnm though i think in English it's titled Alita Battle Angel or something like that (one of the sources for my What-does-human/personhood-means kink, though it probably started as early as my first encounter with good old Spock), City Hunter, Saint Seiya (don’t think about the dubbing don’t think bout the dubbing don’t think about the dubbing). Also, Please Save My Earth, though i much preferred the OAVs visually. Liked the music, too.

- i used to be a voracious reader. Then, i studied literature for reasons, and it sucked all the joy out of reading books. Took years (and, to be honest, fandom) for me to start loving reading again, but i could never go back to ~The Classics~ . i read the entire Search For Lost Time at the time i started to disconnect from reading, and i remember nothing of it. i liked it, it just left no trace in me. So now i'll read the Vorkosigan series and love it, but don't ask me to pick up some Dickens. These days, i can't.

Re music, well - i don't really listen to music. i listened to some stuff as a teenager, probably in no small part because it was expected, i even took music lesson as an adult because i wanted to know how instruments worked. But as time goes by, i grow more and more intolerant to noise, and music is noise to me. i'll have the occasional YouTube trawl-through because i'll remember some old thing i liked way back when (liked, or more accurately that i associate with someone/thing), but often not even finish the song or piece of music. It's like, idk, ballet or skating for me: i can recognize the hard work and artistry that goes into it; it just doesn't do anything for me, beyond maybe a bit of nostalgia (until i remember that aside from less creaky bones and stiff joints, i don't want to go back in time and i don't miss my younger years). i used to listen to some film scores, and sometimes songs used in shows i enjoyed. Haven't done that in a long while, though. Now, if i want to shut out the world when i'm in the train or something, i'll put on a podcast or some white noise app.

Quote: nah, fandom’s free and i won’t put a price on it (whew, dodged that one ;-)

[stylesparker]

Gold Rush

Rue’s 2k event! @fairydxll​

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

A/N: for lovely rue, I hope you enjoy this super rushed fic that just happened to come out at 1 in the morning. I’m tired and I have no idea why I do this to myself, but just look how pretty he looks <33 and who wouldn’t love this boy like cmon?

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

“Y/N? You there?” Shit.

You shake your head, letting your head come out of the fog and focus on what Peter is trying to say. He’s sitting across from you on your bed, sporting that oh so pretty innocent look on his face that just makes you want to kiss his face all over. He tilts his head at you, grinning shyly.

“I don’t think you’re listening to me.”

“What? Of course I am, you were saying..” you nod your head at him to continue, but he gives you a pointed look.

“Yeah right, your eyes looked cloudy and your hands started fidgeting, which is ya know, what you do when you start to drift off from me,” he laughs softly. You smile, squinting your eyes shut, turning your face away so he doesn’t see the light flush growing on your cheeks that you really wish would go away. He scoots a little closer, his knee brushing up against yours as he settles next to you. His hand comes to rest at your knee, and your eyes shoot open at the closeness.

“I’m good, Peter, really,” your voice shakes as you play off a laugh, getting up from off the bed to practically corner yourself on the other side of the room. You let your gaze fall on the rain droplets hitting your window outside, avoiding his confused look as he gazes at you from the bed. From your peripherals, he looks almost sad you got up to get away from him, but how could you tell him it’s so you don’t get even closer?

When you shift your gaze back a little bit, he’s standing next to the bed with almost a starstruck look on his face. He looks like he’s looking at something he loves. Immediately it’s like the alarms go off in your head, making your head pound like it’s a warning. Your eyes widen, your mouth curving upwards as you try to play off your sudden actions.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like.. like- I don’t know, like you love me or something!”

His head tilts again, his mouth curving into a sad smile, “Would that be so bad?”

You shrug, muttering a quiet, “I don’t know.”

He sighs, crossing the room in a couple short strides but still has him not even a foot away from you. His messy brown curls bounced right into place, one strand coming right in front his face, and he doesn’t bother to move it away, but it makes you want to pick your hand up and move it to the side for him. Let your hand drift over his face and play with his curls like you know he loves.

And everyone would love to be you.

You press your hands into your eyes, trying to shut out the voice in the back of your head. You almost ask aloud, who the hell is everyone idiot? Who exactly are you worried about? Peter has so many people who wonder what it would be like to love him, who wonder if they’d have the chance to touch him and call him theirs-

That’s Spider-Man dipshit, nobody knows about Peter. You almost groan, which makes you pick your head up and look straight into his chest. You don’t look at him. You can’t.

Peter’s aware you have a lot of walls built up, but he can’t seem to figure out why. He’s been your friend for a long while now, and he knows you know he likes you, he just doesn’t know why you won’t let yourself like him. It’s not an ex, he knows that, so looking down at you now as you’re even struggling to look him in the eye makes his heart break. His hand reaches up and ghosts over the side of your face, his fingers gently pushing back your hair behind your ear and tilting up your chin so he can look at you properly. He watches as your hands reach out to hold him, close around his waist or something, but pouts as you pull back and force them down at your sides.

“Honey...”

“I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you,” you whisper, your thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the inside of your pointer finger, making him push his hand forward to cover yours.

“Why not?” he whispers back, his head leaning down further so it’s just above yours.

I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch.

“I-I just- ugh, Peter...” you drop your head as you struggle to force the words out of your mouth. If you leaned a little closer you’d rest against his chest, and how he wishes you’d just let him hold you. Do anything.

“What’s so bad about me loving you, huh?”

“N-Nothing-”

“You don’t think I see it? The way you look at me like I look at you, or the way you force yourself to step away from me when I can see that that’s not what you want to do? Why don’t you just let yourself...” he asks softly, his hands hold either side of your face not allowing you to pull away from him.

“I-I don’t know,” you let your head fall to the side and let his hand hold it up, holding you so gently that it makes you want to cry. He takes this as his chance to step closer to you, letting his chest brush up against yours. You can’t help it as your body melts into his embrace.

“You gotta let me in, baby,” he soothed, “let me in, yeah?” 

You find yourself nodding against him, giving in to the warm arms that wrap around your frozen body, and the boy who you so desperately want to give your heart to. When your head lifts, your eyes linger on his lips, almost inviting him to indulge in your mind’s fantasies. He moves forward so slowly, you almost find yourself rushing forward to kiss him, but he holds back slightly, running a thumb beneath your eye. 

“I have to know this is okay.”

“Of course it is, Pete.”

Neither of you can hold back any more, and suddenly, a rush flows through you and it’s like you just stepped out into the windy air and you’re about to be blown off your feet. But he’s like the anchor who grounds you, keeping you up on your own two feet so you don’t get away from him. His mouth his warm and inviting, and as sweet as you thought it would be, and kissing him is the best thing you’ve ever decided to do. When he breaks away from you, getting ready to ask you a question, you beat him to it.

“Just- just let me be the only one who has you, who- who loves you-” you drop your head against his chest, your face flushing as you don’t know how to get across what you want to say. It’s almost if a golden light is shone down on the two of you, and Peter finally understands. 

“You’re the only one who will ever have me, don’t you worry about that.”

You nod shyly, kissing his chest gently as his hand combs through your hair and you settle against him. You hate when your face flushes when he’s with you, and you hate the rush it gives you because you know that’s just you giving into him. Hating it is better than loving it only when he’s not around, because when he is, you’d welcome the rush any day.

And I don’t like a gold rush.

[weeb-writor]

MHA boys react to S/O receiving CPR

Heyo! This is just a short and sad thing I thought of, featuring Kirishima and Bakugou. It does have a happy ending tho! Reader is as neutral as possible if you want something specific my requests are open and I'm dying for some requests, ill take anything I like a challenge! Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kirishima Eijirou x Reader, Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

They React to you getting CPR

Words: 1201

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BAKGOU KATSUKI

Kirishima would rather be anyone but himself right now. Of course they would choose him to break the news to the loud blonde but Kirishima was sure even he wouldn't be enough to contain the boy when he got the news. With Kaminari at his side he entered Bakugou’s office.

“What the hell are you two waltzing in here for.” Bakugou said without looking up from his paperwork.

“Don't be grouchy with us cause you got stuck on paperwork.” Kaminari said with a light chuckle.

“Oh shut up, I put myself on paperwork so I could get a break from you two. Now you two look like you’ve seen a ghost, spit it out already!” Bakugou said, gazing at them.

“Okay but when we tell you you cannot leave this room as hard as that will be.” Denki said to his friend, bakugou stared at him and gave a grunt in affirmation.

“y/n was in the group of heroes that was sent to do a rescue mission, something went wrong and only 4 of the sent heroes came back and only 20 of the 40 people trapped in the building were recovered. Bakugou, I'm sorry but the building is too unstable to send anyone else in.” Kiri said slowly.

“Okay? Is that something else they want me to add to this paper work, I am sorry for all those lives lost.” Bakugou said solemnly.

“No bakugou, were telling you because y/n was the one that didn’t come back.” Kirishima said, breaking his eye contact with the boy.

“No. Stop fucking lying, y/n is fine I was just talking to them.”

“It’s true, Bakugou, and I’m sorry I should have gone back but-” Denki started but was cut off.

“Hold that thought, Mina says turn on the tv.” Kirishima said moving from the remote

“Why do I care about what's on the goddamn tv! Tell me you’re lying, y/n is…” but he trailed off focusing on the tv. There you were limping and bloody with a baby in your arms and what looks to be her mother over your shoulder, the other missing people seemed to be trailing you. Of course you wouldn’t leave until you recovered everyone, bakugou thought as he looked at the tv hopelessly. You lead the group to the ambulances and handed off the baby and the mother to an EMT. The reporters rushed over to you already asking you questions.

“I love y-“ you tried to get out before your eyes closed and your body fell limp to the ground. Bakugou felt his heart race as EMT’s raced to your body checking for your pulse, it was obvious they didn’t find one when they started to do CPR. Bakugou's knees felt weak as he dropped to the ground with fresh tears in his eyes. He heard his friend talking but nothing clicked, every word sounded foreign. They continued to do CPR for a while before bringing the paddles. This is when bakugou had to look away, he couldn't  bare to watch your lifeless body go up and down with the shock of the paddles.

“Bakugou, should I…?” Kirishima said trailing off but bakugou knew what he was asking he just didn't have an answer but suddenly when the tv roared with applause he did. There you were with 5 EMTs around you, tired from trying to resuscitate you but there you were breathing. Now you were being put on a bed and having things attached to you and Bakugou felt soo relieved.

“Cmon, were going to see y/n, right now!” Bakugou said dashing out of the room and when he made it to your room and the doctors finally let him in, he gave you a slap on the back of your head and a scolding like you had never received before. When he was done mothering you he kissed you like never before and didn't let you lift a finger for months.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

“Let me go in there!” Kirishima said as he was held back by Shinsou's capture weapon.

“Kirishima listen to us! That building is on fire if the fire doesn't kill you, inhaling all the smoke will. I know it's hard but we sent Todoroki, if- when he finds her you’ll be the first to know.” Denki said to his friend who was still fighting to get loose. The words didn't mean anything to Kirishima as he kept fighting.

“Kirishima! Knock it off, you'll only get in the way in there. Aren't you a goddamn hero?” The red head stopped and nodded as his other best friend appeared on the scene.

“Then control your goddamn emotions, you got all the heroes around hold up around you trying to keep you from going berserk when they could be doing they’re jobs and helping with the damage. If y/n does or doesn't come back is this how you want to honor their pain and sacrifice.” Bakugou said, glaring at his friend. Kirishima slowly did calm down, with a blush

“What needs to be done then.” Kirishima said with gritted teeth. Denki smiled at his friends and led him to the clean up team. The next 30 minutes of picking up rocks were torture for the red head but he knew Bakugou was right. Then finally Todoroki emerged from the building and he was at your side in a second but you weren't by his.

“They aren't breathing.” Todoroki said gently as he placed you on the ground next to Kirishima. He didn't waste a second before performing CPR.

“Get someone down here dammit!” He said between chest compressions. He only had to do a few more before a doctor came over and took over. The paddles were pulled out and Kirishima's gaze never even glanced in the other direction. He was hyper focused on you he couldn't hear anything his friends were saying around his ears were waiting on one sound. The sound of you gasping for air and the sound on the air hitting your lungs. He didn't wait long either because soon you were coughing.

“I never thought I would be happy to hear you gasping for air but Jesus y/n you scared me.” Kirishima said, hovering over you. You only smiled up at him barely conscious. Just like that he was in mommy mode, giving orders to the doctors as they put you into the ambulance. It didn't stop until months later when you were finally about to go one your first solo patrol since the accident.

“Oh y/n! What a coincidence! I didn't see you, just got done with my patrol, so let me keep you company!” Kirishima said, popping up from behind you. You let out a little sigh you wanted to be a little mad at him for babying you so much but you knew he was just really worried. After all you had seen the footage of him performing CPR on you.

“Sure, I could always use such a chivalrous man around. As long as he lets me do some work as well.”

“Of course, he wouldn't be manly if he didn't.” He said with his toothy grin.

[errorpeachy]

Helloo!! I just discover your page and even tho you only have one fic I already love itt!!! I finished hxh last night and my heart need more💔💔 could you do a Killua x reader, they know each other since they were babies and their families wanted them to get married, but when Killua find out that’s when he escaped and maybe after that the reader escaped too but they don’t see each other until they are like 20 or something like that. Btw sorry for my English I suck hehehe.💕💕

I can absoLUTELY do this! And don’t worry bb, your English is great💞 I’m doing a scenario for this one~

𑁍 No Take Backs! 𑁍 《Killua x Reader》

“Hey, Hey, Killua!” You shouted, running up to him with enthusiasm. He glanced at you, raising a brow. “What is it, Y/N?” He asked, turning to you. Smiling, you took his hand in yours. “I have something to show you! Follow me!” You said, pulling him along as you walked through the forest that surrounded his house.

Fighting your way into a clearing, you watched him let out a small noise of shock. It was a beautiful, crystal clear lake, one he had never seen before. Flowers surrounded the area and light shone onto the water, making it look drastically different from his dreary house. “How did you find this, Y/N? I live here and even I haven’t seen it before.” He said, looking at you. You grinned, pointing to the scrapes on your knees. “I fell into this clearing when I went exploring. Cmon, let’s swim!” You said, jumping in fully clothed. He paused before shrugging. “Ah, what the heck.” He said before jumping in, making a big splash which caused you to giggle.

“Hey Killua?” You asked, swimming over to him. He looked up at you, shaking his head to get some of the water off of him. He looked kind of like a dog, you thought. “Yeah Y/N?” He answered, powder blue eyes staring back at you. “Let’s stay best friends forever, ‘Kay?” You said, smiling up at him. He turned pink, looking away. “Sure, I guess. You’re not THAT bad.” He muttered, causing you to smile. You were used to his antics, he acted like this ever since he could talk. Even though you two were 12, he hadn’t changed a bit.

“Okay, but no take backs!”

You woke up to the sound of arguing. You were sleeping over at the Zoldyck household, since Killua’s mom practically begged you to stay over. She was almost as protective of you as she was her own son.

Your feet met the cold wood floor of the guest bedroom as you got out of bed. Rubbing your eyes, you fixed your sleepwear before quietly opening the door. You could use Zetsu, however they would all notice it more if your aura suddenly disappeared rather than just moving around. You snuck around to the stair railing, peering between the wooden rails as you watched Killua argue with Milluki and his mother.

“I’m not marrying them!” He shouted, crossing his arms. Milluki rolled his eyes. “You should be glad mother is allowing you to marry someone in the first place, Killua!” He shouted back. Killua glared at him, before looking at his mother. “I want a choice in who I marry! Just cause we’ve been friends since we were little doesn’t mean we’d be a good match!” He said to her. “You two don’t have to be a good match to have good grandchildren. You’re the heir to the family business, and they easily match you in strength. I’m sure you two will have powerful children.” She said, causing him to give her a disgusted look. You were equally as grossed out. Sure, you did have a small crush on Killua, but children was something you definitely didn’t want to think about as a child yourself.

“Why are you even thinking about that?! I’m twelve!” He shouted. You nodded quietly in agreement, thinking it was really weird. His mother had always been a little... odd.

“Because it’s what you should be focused on! You need to take on the family business and marry the right person, and Y/N is that person!” She said, with Milluki nodding next to her. Killua huffed. “Then I’m leaving!” He shouted, storming over to the stairs. Milluki grabbed his arm. “Killua, where do yo-“ he started, but was cut off as Killua grabbed his wrist tightly with his free hand, giving him an ice cold stare. “Milluki. Let go of me.” He threatened lowly. His brother scoffed, grip tightening. In a flash, Killua dug a spare knife out of his pocket and stabbed him in the arm, causing him to reel back in shock. It was honestly a little funny, in a twisted way. His mother rushed over to Killua, pleading in her high pitched voice. He whipped around, and in an instant, she was holding her bleeding face. Her visor was knocked on the ground as she covered her face and called for her husband.

Walking up the stairs, he went over to where you were crouched down. “You’re so nosy, Y/N.” He teased, poking your cheek. You pouted. “You said you were leaving.” You muttered, looking at him. He sighed. “I am. I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. It doesn’t feel right. I need to get out of this family business and be something that’s not related to assassin life.” He said, patting your head. You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you gulped them down. You got up onto your knees and hugged him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like vanilla.

“I’m gonna miss you, Killua.”

“I will too.”

Ten years had gone by since that night. After Killua left, you had gone over his last words to you in your head. You decided to quit your family business and become a hunter at the age of 14. Since then, you had been doing freelance jobs and earning money. Life was good. You still had memories of Killua, where you two stayed up and told ghost stories with a flashlight under his soft sheets or splashes around in the clear waters of you two’s secret lake. You hadn’t seen him since he left, but you thought of him often.

Shaking your head, you laced up your shoes. You had a match against some random person in Heaven’s Arena, and you were supposed to go fight in less than a minute. Standing up, you rushed to the tunnel, waiting for them to announce your name.

“And here we have the returning powerhouse, Y/N L/N!”

You stepped out onto the stage, smiling as you waved at the crowd. Scanning the audience, your eyes met a pair of blue ones.

Powder blue.

White hair.

It couldn’t be... could it?

You felt the air leave your lungs. It was him. It had to be. He looked grown up by now- of course he would, he would be 22. You blinked, trying to focus as the fight started.

‘I might as well show off a bit.’ you thought.

The fight was almost criminally easy. You defeated the guy rather quickly before rushing off the stage, not even staying for your victory announcement. Running through the halls, you slammed straight into another person, causing you to fall back.

“Ouch! Sorry!” You said, looking up. The boy had green hair and light brown eyes, as well as a kind smile. He offered a hand to help you up, which you accepted. “It’s alright. You did great in your fight!” He complimented, causing you to smile back. “Oh, thanks! I-“

“Gon! I was looking for you, whe-“ A familiar voice said, pausing. You looked over to see who it was. Your eyes lit up as you rushed over to him.

“Killua! Oh my god, it’s been so long! I’ve missed you so much!” You shouted, hugging him. He turned red, patting your head. “Baka! Don’t say that stuff, it’s embarrassing...” he muttered. You smiled, knowing he was still the same boy you knew long ago. The boy, who’s name you now knew as Gon, looked at the two of you confused. “You know them, Killua?” He asked. “Yeah. We grew up together, but I left to take the hunter exam when we were little and I hadn’t seen them since.” He said. You nodded, smiling at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Gon!” You said, and he nodded back. “Same here!” He said.

You turned to Killua. “Come sleep over at my place! We have to catch up!” You said. He gave a smirk, looking away playfully. “I don’t know, what if people get the wrong idea?” He asked, smirking. You smacked the back of his head. “Ow!” He said.

“Don’t be a pervert!” “Fine, fine, I’ll come over. Only cause you asked.”

Fixing the white sheets on your guest bed, you walked out to see what Killua was up to. He was sat on the couch, watching some sort of TV show about... superpowers? You sat down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. He froze, blue eyes gazing over at you. “What?” He asked, seeing you give him a gentle stare. You smiled softly. “I really missed you, Killua.” You said, hugging him. He turned red, pushing you gently by the head. “Don’t say stuff like that! It’s embarrassing...” He muttered, cheeks pink as you continued to have your arms locked tightly around his waist.

“Why did you leave without me?” You asked quietly, causing him to pause. “I needed to find myself, I needed to become something that was detached from the Zoldyck name. I figured becoming a hunter would do that, and it did. I met some really nice people, Gon being one of them.” He said, gently stroking your hair. You nodded, agreeing silently. You completely understood why he wanted to do that, but something that had been eating you alive for the last ten years had you asking one more question.

“When you said you didn’t want to marry me... was that true?”

His hand stilled, gently resting against your head as he thought quietly. “It wasn’t necessarily true, but I did feel like it wasn’t something that needed to be talked about.” He said, carefully choosing his words. You reached up and gently moved his hand off of your head, holding it in your own instead. “Ever since you left I worried about you. I know you’re strong, but I always thought about whether you were alright or not. I missed you so much- not a day went by with your name not popping up in my head.” You confessed, feeling your face heat up as you buried your face into his chest.

He still smelled like vanilla.

He tended up, his face turning red as he flicked your head. “You’re so embarrassing...” he muttered. “I’m telling the truth, though.” You said softly, looking up at him. He stated back at you, his eyes shining with... love? Was that what it was? It didn’t really matter.

“I’m in love with you, you know. You’re so stupid, making me like you.” He said, looking away as he turned bright red. He looked adorable, his cheeks puffed out due to embarrassment. You smiled, leaning up and giving him a gentle peck on the lips.

“No take backs.” You said, giggling. He rolled his eyes playfully before giving you a gentle smile.

“I’d never want to anyways.”

[bitch-out]

OKAY i know you didn’t ask for a full length fic but... i couldnt help myself. here it is: 

Four times Alex saw signs that the world was changing to become more accepting of people like him, and the one time he actually realized it.

1. TV SHOW

After finishing practice for the night, the band walked into Julie’s house. Luke immediately walked into the kitchen, wanting to see what meal her dad was whipping up. His obsession with watching lifers eat was starting to get a little concerning. Reggie followed after him, wanting to hang out with Julie’s dad. That was also a little concerning.

Julie plopped down on the couch next to her little brother, Carlos, who was watching a TV show that she didn’t recognize. Alex hopped over the couch and took a seat next to her, looking at the screen intently.

“What is he watching?” Alex asked, reclining into the couch.

Julie shrugged in response. “I’m not sure…”

Carlos looked over to her with a questioning expression. “Huh?” Oh crap. She needed to stop talking to the boys while other people were around. It made her look absolutely bonkers.  

“…what you’re watching! I’m not sure what you’re watching.” She said quickly, trying to avoid any awkwardness. “What is it?”

He seemed to buy it, letting her weirdness go. “Oh, I’m watching this new show. I forget what it’s called. It’s about this girl who accidentally gets musical superpowers after getting stuck by lightning.”

“Cool,” she answered, settling into the couch. She and Alex watched for a few minutes before looking at each other in confusion. They had absolutely no idea what was going on in the show. They looked at the screen as the main character sighed dramatically, slamming her door while running out of her house. “I’m lost. What’s happening? Why is she so mad?” Julie asked.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “She’s in a fight with her dads right now because they won’t let her go to this big party. Now shhh! It’s getting juicy!”

Luke’s eyes went wide as the scene switched to the main characters dads, who were sharing a tender moment while discussing their child. Two dads? On television? Without it being played off as a joke? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen.

Julie looked at him inquisitively, noticing his surprised expression. She raised an eyebrow.

“I see.” A soft smile settled on his face. “Cool.” He bit his lip and leaned back.

“Cool.” She agreed. She almost said something, but then decided it would be better for her to wait for him to tell her.

2. PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

“People watching in 2020 is way better than people watching in the 90’s.” Reggie stated as they walked through downtown LA. They were killing time while Julie was at school. They passed a man in a superhero costume who was taking pictures with tourists.

“I know right?” Luke agreed. “I love looking over people’s shoulder and watching what they’re doing on those… high tech cellphone things.”

“Smartphones,” Alex offered.

“Smartphones, right.”

Reggie ran over to a middle aged guy in a suit sitting on a bench who was looking intently at his phone. “Look at this guy! He’s looking at an article called ‘How to tell if you have foot fungus’.” He wrinkled his nose. “Gross. You might wanna get that checked out, buddy,” patting his shoulder, his hand passing right through.

Luke looked around for someone else to observe. “Okay see the one over there in the blue striped shirt eating a chili dog?” He pointed over to his left to a man walking away from a hot dog stand.  

The man went to take a bite out of his chili dog but dripped it all down the front of his shirt. “Oooooh…. Missed his mouth on that one,” Luke said, cringing.

“That’s nasty,” Alex chimed in.

A guy who looked to be around their age speed walked past them, looking down. He brushed his shaggy blonde hair out of his face as he grinned down at his phone. He was obviously walking with a purpose.

“This guy is hustling! Cmon!” Reggie grinned, jogging after him. Luke and Alex ran over to catch up, all three of them following in pursuit. They all looked over his shoulder to read his text messages. He was texting someone he had named “babe <3” in his contacts.

Can’t wait to see u, his text read, im right around the corner

Reggie whistled. “His girlfriend’s probably a complete hottie if he’s that excited to see her-”

As they turned the corner, the blonde stranger they were following put his phone away as he caught sight of someone. He broke into a run and bear hugged the person, wrapping his arms around them and lifting them off the ground. As he pulled away, it was revealed that the person he was hugging was a brunette guy around the same age as them.

The brunette murmured something, his lips quirking into a smirk. The blonde teen let out a laugh, then pulled him into a kiss.

Alex nearly gasped in surprise, looking around to notice that… not a singular person was looking over. Everyone was just going about their day as normal. No glares, no sneers, not even a scoff.

It felt like the breath was sucked out of his lungs. Was this… normal? The couple broke apart and joined hands, continuing down the street. Alex couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. No one had even batted an eyelash at the public display of affection.

To him, it hadn’t been that long ago since 1995. When even looking at someone for too long would get you called a slur. When his own father would call him a-

“Alex? You good?” He was broken out of his thoughts by Luke looking over at him concernedly.

Alex opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by someone else.

“There you guys are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

They turned around in tandem to see Julie standing there, her eyes sparkling. And they continued with their day, moment forgotten.

3. MUSIC

Alex found himself once again alone with Julie, hanging out with her in her room. He was the only member of the band she would let hang out with her in here, which filled him with an odd sort of pride.

They were currently listening to one of her Spotify playlists. Julie was doing homework on her bed and Alex was tapping his drumsticks on his knee, following the beat of the song they were listening to. He was getting into the groove of the song “This song has a good beat!” he exclaimed. “What is this?”

She grinned at him. “It’s called ‘Girls like Girls’ by Hayley Kiyoko!” She stood up on her bed, dropping her homework and singing into an imaginary microphone as the chorus hit. She belted at the top of her lungs, “Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new~” She laughed as she flopped back onto her bed.

He gaped at her, surprised that she was treating it with such nonchalance. In the 90’s, this would have been music you listened to at 2 am when your parents were asleep. “Is this a… popular song?” he asked.

“Yeah, I mean it’s from like 2015 so it’s basically ancient but it’s still pretty popular.” She turned back to her homework and picked up her pen. “I think the music video has like over 100 million hits on YouTube or something like that.”

His jaw dropped even further “100 million?”

The timer on her phone went off. The words BAND PRACTICE blared across the screen with the chime of her ringtone. “I’ll show it to you later! But we have to go to rehearsal right now.”

He shook his head and followed her out of the room.

4. COVINGTON

As both his friends were pulled away by girls saucily dancing in feathered blue outfits, Alex stood awkwardly like a fish out of water. Covington slid up to him with a sly smirk on his face. “Come now. You can’t be the only one not dancing.”

“No, I… I know.” Alex sputtered. “I’m just…” Not into dancing with girls? No, he couldn’t just say that. He didn’t want to cause a scene. He pointed over his shoulder. “I’m looking for Willie,” he finished lamely.

Covington seemed to read him like an open book. He smiled and gestured with open palms. “Dante! Fuego!” Two handsome men slid up to either side of him. “Meet Alex.” The linked arms with him.

Alex looked at them, surprised. How did he know? Is this like a theater thing? Or… “You’re welcome,” Covington smirked, ducking down. Is this normal here…?

His thoughts were cut off as he was lifted up over Covington’s head and pulled into a fast-paced dance.

5. PRIDE

“Slow down Willie!” Alex shouted, running after his brunette friend as he skated through lifers and tore down the street.

Willie laughed and hopped off his board, picking it up off the ground. He waited for Alex to catch up with him “Relax, we’re almost here…”

Alex was too busy catching his breath to realize they were in the middle of a giant crowd. Lifers walked through them every few seconds like it was nothing “Wh-What is this?” Alex asked, looking around. Everyone was wearing colorful clothing and most were wearing some kind of glitter.

The skater laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the street. “We’re skating the floats, dude.” He pointed at the bright floats that were parading down the street.

Was this some kind of festival or something? Alex wondered. “Why is everything so… colorful?”

Willie looked at him like he was missing something obvious. “It’s June. Pride month.” Alex didn’t know what that was. He looked around, trying to figure it out. “You’ve never seen a pride parade before?” Willie questioned. Then, he realized. “Right. Right, you’re a 90’s ghost. I keep forgetting about that.” He slapped his forehead.

Then, he realized what this was. Alex turned to his right and saw two women kissing. A couple of guys his age were holding hands right next to him. Signs as far as the eye could see read ‘here and queer’ and ‘all you need is love’ and ‘love is love’ and countless other sayings. His breath stuttered in his chest “This is…”

“I know. Pretty cool, right?” Willie asked, sounding pretty nonchalant. He was scouting out the floats, focused on his task.

“And this is all for…” Alex hesitated, “For gay people?”

“All LGBTQ+ people, technically, but yeah dude.” Willie clarified. He grinned, his eyes set on a float just down the road. He found the perfect route.

“So it really is different now, huh?” Alex asked, his voice cracking slightly. Willie looked back in alarm, not realizing how much this was impacting the drummer beside him. A tear rolled down his cheek, but his smile could not be bigger. Alex continued, “Like I had hoped it was, and there’s been some signs, but this is…” He covered his mouth to hide a sob.

Willie walked over to his side, dropping his skateboard and taking his hand gently. “Yeah, Alex. It’s different. Better. Not perfect, but... a lot better.” He squeezed his hand.

“It’s amazing.” Alex said, wiping the tears from his eyes with his sleeve and grinning. He let out a laugh as a drag queen passed by and waved at the crowd, blowing kisses.

The skater couldn’t take his eyes off of Alex. He was absolutely glowing, basking in the atmosphere of the parade. “You know what? Let’s forget the skating.” Willie decided, taking his skateboard from the side of the street and tucking it in an alley.

“Huh?” Alex was confused. Willie wanted to... not go skating?

“It’s time to get your pride on, Alex.”

Together, they spent the rest of the day exploring every area of pride, ducking through crowds and sneaking onto floats. There was even one point where they ran through a huge glitter cannon, getting absolutely covered in glitter.

After it was all done, Willie teleported back to Julie’s house with him to drop him off.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Alex admitted, his smile seemed to be permanently glued to his face.

“Me too. I’ve been to tons of pride parades, but none of them were as fun as this one.” Willie admitted.

“Really? What was different about this one? Was it the glitter cannon? It was probably the glitter cannon-”

“It was you, Alex.” The skater said quietly, brushing a couple stray pieces of glitter off of the taller boy’s cheek.

“Oh,” Alex breathed, looking down at Willie. His heart was racing a mile a minute. He hadn’t realized they were standing so close together.

Willie hesitated for a moment. Was this the moment? He didn’t want to rush Alex. He was probably overwhelmed enough after experiencing his first pride. He smiled up at the blonde and patted him on the shoulder. “Goodnight, Alex.” He stepped away and turned to leave.

He was just about to teleport when he heard “Wait!”

Willie turned around Alex kissed him.

He stiffened at first, surprised. Before he could respond, Alex pulled away and looked at him in panic.

“I’m so sorry, I thought-”

Willie grabbed him by the lapels and dragged him down, kissing him heatedly. Alex responded with enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“ABOUT TIME!” someone hollered from behind him.

They broke away to see Luke and Reggie beaming. They both ran over and hugged them both in a group hug. “We thought you two would never figure it out.” Luke said, causing Reggie to laugh. 

“Happy pride, Alex”. Willie murmured, squished up against his side. And Alex couldn’t have been happier.

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Can you do one where the reader is Negan’s daughter and she’s rebellious and always talks back to her dad and one day negan has enough of her attitude and tries to sort it out but it ends up making the reader run away and negan has to try and step up as a father and sort it out but he can’t do that as he doesn’t know where she is but then he finds her? Thanks a lot love 💕 ///// A/n: buckle up this one’s going to be long!! Xx

Love hate relationship.

You made your way back into the sanctuary slotting your gun back into the holster. The heels of your boots clicked on the ground as you walked but you paid no attention to that. Droplets of blood were splattered on your face and your clothes were dirty. Your T-shirt had a rip in it from a walker who decided to try and make you its dinner but you managed to kill it without any struggle. As you pulled the door open you noticed all the men and some women looked up expecting to see negan but instead they saw you. His daughter. Their attention was soon brought away from you as they lost interest and you rolled your eyes watching as Dwight jogged up the metal stairs to get to you. “ugh perfect” you muttered before sighing and looking at the man in front of you “where were you?” He questioned and you glared at him “on the moon” you stated your tone filled with sarcasm. Dwight sighed slightly and crossed his arms over his chest “your dad told you to stop going out by yourself” he spoke his tone stern and you sighed an annoyed look on your face “so? I’m old enough to look after myself” you growled not liking how so many people tried to protect you. He made a suggestive face as his eyes went down to the tear in your shirt and you shoved his shoulder knowing he was going to say something about you not being strong enough to look after yourself “stop being a perv” you muttered a shocked look crossing over his face and you took that as your chance to get out of there as you had successfully stopped his train of thought. You walked past him and down the stairs, wandering out of the room slamming the door shut on your way out.

You walked down the hallway the dim light bouncing off your skin every now and then. “Y/n!” You heard but you chose to ignore it knowing that voice very well. His footsteps continued to grow louder but you didn’t dare turn around. You didn’t want to. You were hoping you could just change clothes and act like you’ve been in the sanctuary all day. “I’m not stupid darlin’ cmon come here” he said his accent bouncing off the walls making his words echo around. Negan did intimidate you but you wouldn’t let that show. You glanced over your shoulder noticing him walking towards her slowly a ghost of a smile forming on his face before it disappears. Lucille was resting against his shoulder as he continued to walk. You looked forward again and grabbed the door handle of your bedroom and pushed it down your door opening slightly, you felt a hand grab your arm. His grip was tight but gentle at the same time. His leather glove brushed harshly against your skin and you turned your head to look at him “dad... what?” You asked trying to play stupid and he sighed “your shirt is ripped... you better not be bit” he said a look of concern growing in his eyes before it disappears as you scoff “I’m careful. Not stupid” you ripped your arm out of his grasp before pushing your bedroom door fully open, you went to shut the door to keep him out but you weren’t quite quick enough “I’m not finished talking to you” he said an annoyed but calm tone forming in his voice. “Well I am” you said shoving at his chest slightly and he stumbled back giving you the advantage to slam the door shut. You locked it quickly hearing him cursing loudly before he slams his fists into the door “y/n!” He said raising his voice slightly “dad leave me the hell alone! I hate that you think I can’t stick up for myself when I can! I don’t need you to bloody babysit me! I’m old enough!!” It fell silent and you sighed in relief getting onto your bed as you closed your eyes resting your arm over your forehead. You really hated him but loved him at the same time... it was a love hate relationship.

“Y/n!” Came a female voice and your eyes opened as you heard knocking on your door and groaned “go away!” You looked at the clock and whined “it’s 7 in the morning! What do you want?” You asked not meaning for it to sound so rude. You clambered out of bed and stormed towards the door unlocking it swinging it open noticing Laura and behind her was Simon. It was never good if Simon was there. “You dad needs you” he said a cocky tone in his voice and you frowned “why?” You crossed your arms over your chest and Laura went to grab your arm but you slapped her hand away “no! You tell me what the fuck is going on. Now” you growled a frown on your face “no can do” Simon said as he reached out grabbing your wrist tightly. You couldn’t get out of his grip however hard you tried. He dragged you down the corridor Laura following close behind staying completely silent telling you that she felt slightly bad. You and her always had a good relationship but you were questioning that now. As you realised where you were going your eyes widened. This is where that guy Daryl went isn’t it? “My dads prisoner” you whispered to yourself and before you could think of anything else negan was stood there Lucille hung loosely by his side as he had a disappointed look on his face. He nodded at Laura who immediately grabbed the doorknob twisting it and opening it “no” You murmured and Simon shoved you in quite roughly the door slamming shut as you turned around banging your fists against it over and over again until you realised there was no way out. The darkness was the only comfort, embracing you completely as you curled up in a ball against the wall your eyes burning with tears but you wouldn’t let them out. That’s what they wanted. Exactly what they wanted. They wanted you weak. This was your punishment for trying to survive... it was fucked up. After a while the anger bubbled up and you gripped your head “I hate you!” You yelled directing your words at all the saviours but most importantly your father.

You had now forgotten what day it was. How many days you had been in here but Dwight was treating you like a dog. It was inhumane. You heard the door open and the light shined on your figure as you glared up at Dwight “here. Eat it” he said no sympathy in his eyes what so ever. “Fuck you” You grumbled and Dwight rolled his eyes “we don’t want to starve you...” he muttered holding the sandwich out to you and that’s when you snapped. You stood up and walked towards him slowly “I would much rather starve and die instead of being your prisoner!” You yelled slapping him harshly against the cheek before you snatched the sandwich from him and sitting back down curling in on yourself your chest rising up and down heavily. You began to daydream what it would be like living with the alexandrians... you had been there a couple of times and it was perfect but your dad never let you talk to anyone. You were practically a prisoner everywhere you went. It was a win win situation for negan because he could control you however he wishes. 200 saviours up again one girl. Yeah that wouldn’t go very well. You sighed and closed your eyes biting into the sandwich the taste of dog food once again running throughout your mouth but it was better than nothing.

You sighed and leaned against the wall as your tried to go to sleep but nothing happening really didn’t help. You had no excitement in your life anymore. You had been trapped in this hell hole for two weeks with nothing to hear it was always silent and it creeped you out. You had one sandwich every day and you used to get hungry but you got over that feeling. You were being starved by your own father and you hated him. It wasn’t a joke anymore you absolutely hated him. You glanced around the tiny room your eyes still not getting used to the darkness but you couldn’t care less. Your body slumped more against the wall as your eyes fluttered shut and as you were about to fall asleep you heard a deafening sound making you flinch your eyes opening. You glanced around your breathing heavy as you practically went deaf from how loud it was. The song began to replay over and over again. Were they trying to break you down? Really? Eventually you covered your ears your breathing erratic. It was happy music. Too happy. It made you want to cry. It was like your dad was making fun of your situation “come and see why you should be on easy street. Yeah we got a front row seat” you gripped your hair, slowly getting driven insane but you would not cry. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Everything soon became very repetitive and you had forgotten everything. As you heard a knock on the door you looked up watching as the door was swung open and there he stood. Your father. “What?” You growled and he chuckled. This was a game for him wasn’t it? “Oh not so nice” he said the teasing tone in his voice making you want to throw up. Was he really this evil? Your eyes danced over his features and he sighed “have you learnt?” He questioned and your mouth fell open in shock “you’re a poor excuse of a father” you said and the look on his face made you want to shit yourself but you stayed calm “what?” He asked and you breathed heavily “you heard me” he opened the door fully and stalked towards you his leather jacket coming into view and you noticed some blood on it “what the fuck dad?” You asked but he didn’t respond all he did was slap your cheek gently, grabbing your jaw with his hand making you look into his eyes “have you learnt?” You clenched your fist and before you could stop yourself you punched him harshly in the face watching as he passed out on the floor and you began to panic. Why did he go down so easily? What the hell? You looked towards the door “is this a trap?” You asked shaking his shoulder but he didn’t budge. You grew concerned and blinked slightly before realising that your escape is right there. You quickly stood up and rushed out of the room shutting the door and locking it. You glanced around making sure it was clear to make a run for it before you rushed down the corridor your face showing nothing but terror. Is he dead? Did you kill your dad? Thoughts consumed your brain but oh pushed them away deciding to just focus on getting the hell out of there. As you began to walk out you heard someone clear their throat and you turned your head “Dwight?” You asked glaring at him and he nodded “your dad let you out?” He asked. ‘He was going to let me out?” You thought to yourself before nodding at Dwight “yeah. Why?” Dwight shrugged “thought you would kick off to be honest” he dropped the cigarette onto the floor before stomping on it and making his way inside. You sighed in relief before rushing out. You had to get the hell away from this hell hole.

You walked down the long road the bag hung loosely over your shoulders. You had been away from the sanctuary for about eight hours now and it was the best thing ever. Freedom. Finally. You stopped for a second as you looked up at the sky watching as dark clouds started swarming around angrily. A crack of thunder was heard and the heavens opened. Droplets of rain pelted against your head but you didn’t mind. Soon enough you were drenched your clothes sticking to your skin making your T-shirt practically seethrough. You quickened your pace as clouds began to conjoin together making them swirl around looking like a monster. As you continued walking you heard what sounded like a truck making its way up the road and your eyes widened fearing it was negan so you began to run faster than lightning even though you were exhausted and your clothes were bringing you down from all the water they were holding. As you continued running you looked to the side and out of the corner of your eyes you noticed headlights and you turned to face the front again letting out a yelp as a car slammed into you. Your body hit the ground making your grunt loudly “what the fuck?” You asked watching as no one got out of the car. You slowly scrambled to your feet and looked closer noticing it was the archer and the leader of the alexandrians. Your shoulders slumped as you almost teared up. Why were you happy to see them? It made no sense. They hadn’t done anything for you but you felt some form of comfort from them. Your fingertips brushed against the front of the car as you blinked staring at them with a pleading look rain dripping down your forehead as you shivered. “Please help” you mouthed towards them glancing over your shoulder every now and then another crack of thunder making you flinch. The leader and archer discussed something before nodding in your direction and you slowly and hesitantly walked to the backseat. You pulled the door open and got inside your body shaking from the coldness “thank you” you whispered and the leader looked into the rear view mirror “don’t mention it” he said in a cold tone. He didn’t trust you. He probably doesn’t even recognise you but they both had the heart to let you in.

As the rain stopped the leader looked into the mirror again “what were you doing walking around in that shit hole?” The archer asked and you blinked slightly “rick and Daryl? Right?” You questioned and both men seemed to tense up “how do you know our names?” Rick questioned and you shrugged “has the rain really concealed me that much?” You asked knowing none of the alexandrians really paid attention to you but you were there and negan had made a fuss about you a lot when you go to Alexandria with him. “We don’t recognise you girl” Daryl growled under his breath his hostile attitude making you sigh “how about this... y/n?” You said trying to jog their memory but nothing was said. Soon enough rick slammed on the breaks and his eyes were wide “I know you now” he said and he shared a look with Daryl “get out” he said and your eyes grew wide “no please” you whimpered “we don’t want you. His daughter. To come into our community” you shook your head violently “he’s tortured me!” You shouted and both Daryl and rick froze as if contemplating the situation in front of them “he played that song over and over again... easy street and I was fed dog food!” You cried your eyes watering finally letting your guard down in front of the two people you had looked up to. “The only reason I came with my dad to Alexandria was because you guys actually seemed to care... especially you rick... I looked up to you” you admitted quietly. Everything fell quiet again before rick began to drive. It was silent. Completely silent. Nothing was said and you didn’t try to say anything.

As you saw the gate of Alexandria you sighed in slight relief. This felt like more of a home than the sanctuary. As the car pulled to a stop you were quick to get out of the car not scared that people around you thought you were untrustworthy. “Come with me” rick said his tone flat and so you did. You followed after him quickly and he pushed the door to his home open. You walked in and he sighed “sit down y/n” he said and you obeyed sitting down “why are you actually here?” He asked staring at you his hard stare making you feel slightly intimidated “my dad doesn’t care” you muttered softly and rick sighed “but we’re enemies. I shouldn’t have let you in today but I did” he said and you nodded “I-i understand” you said sadly and rick brushed his fingers up against the gun which was in his holster “did your dad send you here?” You shook your head violently “no no mr grimes no” you said fear in your voice as you teared up “I’m just scared... I was a prisoner to him” rick listened and he sighed. Before you could stop yourself you shot up throwing your arms around him as you breathed heavily “I just need a hug” you whispered and soon enough the man in front of you realised that you were harmless. You were just a scared girl who was treated unfairly. He wrapped a hesitant arm around you and you sniffled softly before pulling away “thank you” you murmured “I... I just needed a hug” you said your hands trembling by your sides “I understand” he said shifting his weight on his other foot before he sighed “you need to rest up” he said “guest bedroom is upstairs first room on the right” you nodded appreciatively “thank you. Thank you” you shot him a weak smile before making your way upstairs. You pushed the door open your face softening as you noticed the bed. The blankets. It was perfect. You shut the door and got into bed immediately passing out.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard shouting. You slowly sat up and rubbed at your eyes realising where you were before you get out of bed “where is she?!” That familiar voice was heard and you bit your lip not wanting to see him but knew he was going mental. You made your way downstairs and out of the front door noticing rick and Daryl in front of negan who was going insane “dad!” You called your voice cracking slightly as you walked towards him slowly. He saw you and you noticed how it looked like he hadn’t been sleeping. He didn’t even have Lucille. His eyes lit up as he saw you and you continued walking towards him rick and Daryl moving out of the way as you stopped infront of your dad. His dark eyes were filled with sadness and he sighed “I’m sorry” he muttered the shadow that loomed over him made you see how much he regretted what he did. “Why did you make me a prisoner?” You whispered your eyes filling with tears and he shook his head “darlin... truly... I-I’m sorry” a tear snaked down your cheek “I was scared you were going to get hurt... so I thought confinement would help” he whispered knowing that was out of order to do that to his own daughter. “I-I can’t believe you” You whimpered and he just stood there his dark eyes scanning over how sad and angry you were “hit me. It’s okay” he said and you shook your head “no! Dad what do you expect me to do?! Accept your apology and move on?” He didn’t respond he just looked at you with sadness before you took another step towards him “you terrified me! I thought you were a monster! You’re nothing but a selfish prick!” You cried finally having enough as you slammed your hands against his chest sobs falling from his mouth and soon enough his arms wrapped around you tightly. You struggled in his grip for a few moments before you stopped and wrapped your arms around him “why?” You cried but he didn’t have a response. He was disappointed in himself. “I’m sorry” he said as he cupped the back of your head his dark eyes growing sadder as he heard your cries. After a while you managed to compose yourself and you took a deep breath before turning to face rick and Daryl who looked quite unsteady “thank you for treating me well... my dad won’t ever both you guys again” you said straightforwardly and your dad looked at you surprised “darlin...?” You looked at him “you heard right... I accept your apology so you stop making these people’s lives hell” you said and negan looked reluctant but he nodded “okay” he said and you sighed “goodbye. Thank you again especially you two” you said nodding at rick and Daryl before turning around. Negan wrapped his arm around you but you shrugged his arm off your hand grabbing his hand intertwining your fingers with his. You just wanted your dad back. Not his mean side but his kind side and you had gotten him back which you were grateful for. Your dad was glad to have you back. Have his partner in crime back. As the trucks were leaving the alexandrians were left in shock... but this was it... it was the end of the fucking world but now it’s the start of a new life... that’s all the alexandrians wanted and you managed to make it happen... you created peace between the Alexandrians and the saviours. The war was over. Finally.