#ray and his fucking……ray-ness

[frnkiebby]

absolute BABIES~🎃

[mickstart]

Sobbing openly into my hands

[stareiiez]

"i don't get what's the harm in going out with me, other than popping your head off your neck and then killing the other's if you say no. because lets be honest, i'm being really nice here giving you this chance." retro-invincible/ goggle invincible states rather calmly.

his hand is wrapped around your throat, a lens of his is broken, and the exposed pupil shows a sheer bored look. he's staring at your chest like he has x-ray vision and he can actively see how fast your heart is beating.

" you see I DIDN'T--" his hand around your throat tightens. " get to have some relationship with you in my world. rex took you from me, and he got you killed because he wasn't good enough to protect you."

he sighs, head casting over your shoulder to stare in the direction of a bleeding out rexsplode, shielding the battered body of Monster Girl behind him. smoke and ash flutter around like twisted snowflakes.

" and he didn't seem as hurt as I was when your funeral happened, he didn't give you even a fucking eulogy. I didn't even get to say anything to you, either. I couldn't, I was too busy using your headstone to beat his brains across the dirt." Retro Invincible hums, his gaze flickering to you when you struggle for air. Your hands claw at his wrist when his thumb traces over your pulse point. it flutters like a humming bird's wing.

it makes him actively grin to see how hard you try to put up a fight, even when you know you'll lose. it's what he's always loved about you, that spunky-ness.

" but now I get to beat him to you this time, I get to have you. I'll protect you, and you can be the hero you always wanted to be. just say yes, and you can save so many lives."

[hellsslibrary]

I love love Ness sm mhmmdmsn could you write a fic ab him

I know he's a jealous person so I've been thinking, what if the story was like Ness being jealous and bratty because they might've seen dom!reader talking or being buddies with one person and then the reader saw him being like that and reassured them with praises and mentions of breeding ? He's just the cutest guy ever......

You are absolutely perfect in my eyes, you know? Beautiful smile, tiny waist, thighs like fucking space rockets, you can take my dick, you can laugh at my stupid jokes. And you still think I would go fuck some slut? Don't be ridiculous (my husband provides the quotes, yay)

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : absolutely right!! Ness deserves the best, so everything here is very tender, loving and affectionate.

!!Warnings: SOFTdom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Ness, lots of praise, unprotected sex, implied mpreg??? (sorry, I need this), Ness has fucking thick thighs, Ness cries harder than a newborn baby, kinda yandere vibes from Ness if you squint.

"[Your name], it's too much... Please..." Ness whispers, digging his nails into your back as his face buries itself in the crook of your shoulder.

His entire body is tense as a string. His thighs wrap around your waist, practically crushing it. Tears of pleasure are running down his cheeks as he nearly chokes on them. Spit drips from the corner of his mouth, looking like ice under the direct rays of light. Fuck, he's so beautiful.

"Honey, I just put my dick in... Don't worry so much, okay? You're doing great," you whisper and he nods, trying to relax, feeling your dick inside him not move, letting him get used to the sensation.

He lets go of you and lies back down on the pillows, looking at you through his tears. The German sobs when he sees how your eyes sparkle with admiration for him, how they run over his body, practically eating every inch of his physique, how your hands caress him as if he were the most expensive and fragile porcelain... Or maybe it's just the glare from his fucking tears, who knows.

"Can I move or wait?" you ask and Ness bites his lip thoughtfully, grabbing the sheets almost instinctively, fingering the white fabric with his fingers, and then nods.

"Yes, continue... Please, continue."

A loud moan escapes Alexis's lips, even too loud, considering that this is the first round and especially the first thrust, but oh well.

You continue your slow, shallow thrusts, watching his face pucker in pleasure at every movement inside him. You don't even have to hit his prostate and you swear he's going to come watching.

Your hand slides down to his thigh, squeezing the thick muscle, making him sigh and squeeze you tighter between his legs. It makes you push too hard, eliciting a whine from him.

"Shh, I didn't mean to. Relax, Ness. I'm here, it's okay," your fingers slide gently over his skin, your other hand sliding down his stomach and lower, wrapping around his cock.

The sensation is too much for him. He feels the familiar knot in his stomach, the feeling that makes him know he's going to come humiliatingly fast. That reflexive arch of his back that makes a smile bloom on your face that's too attractive to him. And he cums almost at the same second, which makes you just blink like an owl.

That's fast even for him...

"Do you want to continue? I haven't filled you up yet, you know? After all, whose hole can hold all of me, hm?"

Ness's eyes widen almost immediately, as if there was no orgasm and his fingers are clenching the sheets too tightly when he remembers that face. The fucking face of that guy who was clinging to you a couple of hours ago.

He was even ready to beat him up, if you hadn't very politely sent him to fuck off, saying that you have your own little meow meow, and you don't need another, especially such an ugly one. But Ness still doubted, so much doubted himself.

So he nodded immediately. His heels pressed into your lower back, forcing you to press into him as he wrapped his arms around your neck again and kissed your chin a few times, clumsily.

"Do it. Make me pregnant. Now."

Oh, that's hot.

You obey, drawing a satisfied groan from him, causing him to fall back onto the pillows, starting to cry from the sensations, which were now accompanied by an orgasm.

It's true, really. Who else but Ness could take that cock? Who could satisfy you like him? Who could evoke such positive emotions and reactions in you? Absolutely no one, simply no one would dare after you were done with him. Absolutely everyone would see that Ness was taken. Taken with you. And you weren't just taken, you were stuck with him. Forever.

[jedi-starbird]

APLAP (Assigned Pathetic Lifeform at Padawanship)

New padawan Obi-Wan trying to figure out how the FUCK to make his master listen and not abandon him to go running off following "the will of the force" when it hits him. Qui-Gon is perfectly happy stopping and taking care of pathetic life forms, but not Obi-Wan. That's it. He's always been prepared, always been dutiful, strong, self-sufficient.

He's cracked the code. He needs to be more pathetic.

The next time he senses Qui-Gon's about to run off he coordinates a scene of utmost pathetic-ness, that is, he throws himself into the nearest fountain. He trudges up to his master sopping wet, water-logged robes swallowing him, with hair sticking to his face and containing bits of algae from the fountain. He mumbles out an apology for being clumsy before looking up at Qui-Gon with the biggest, most woeful eyes possible to ask if he happened to bring any spare robes (he didn't, Obi-Wan knows this because he is usually the one to pack spare robes for them both). His wet hair is dripping water into his eyes that's beginning to turn them an irritated red, and there's algae sliding down the side of his face, it really is masterful work.

"Oh...I'm sure I'll be able to find something by myself, it's okay Master, I know you had important work to do."

Qui-Gon visibly hesitates. Obi-Wan starts shivering. He turns to walk away. He's stopped by his Master's hand on his shoulder. His Master, who walks back with him, who gets clean clothes from their hosts, who has folded like wet flimsi and even explains his stupid, stupid plan before choosing to hotwire a hoverbike with a passenger seat! Oh, Obi-Wan really has cracked the code!

Afterwards, Obi-Wan stages an increasingly pitiful accident for himself every time his patented 'Qui-Gon Jinn Bullshit' detector goes off. Eventually, his Master stops leaving him behind at all, even giving him funny looks when he turns around and Obi-Wan isn’t next to him. It never fails to make Obi-Wan grin and run to catch up. Sure, his reputation as a perfect padawan is in tatters, alongside his dignity, but it’s a small price to pay for a place at his Master’s side, for him to remember there’s a place for Obi-Wan there.

When the ray shields come up on Naboo, Qui-Gon doesn't charge ahead and leave his padawan behind, he hasn't for years. He waits for Obi-Wan because it feels wrong to do otherwise, his padawan belongs at his side.

Much, much later, when Obi-Wan is drinking to the end of the war with friends, Commander Cress will ask him how he kept General Jinn from running off for entire decade. Obi-Wan laughs, informs him, and resolutely ignores the scene Quinlan is making as the man cackles and pulls up a book to shove at them both, titled Classical Conditioning 101: A guide to subtle psychological manipulation.

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes adult themes so, mdni.

he loves you with your glasses on. he'd never dream of asking you to take them off. actually, he prefers them. when he's fucking you stupid, the way your spectacles slip off the bridge of your nose, god you look so hot, he cums almost immediately. or when you're working on your laptop, he asks you what you want for dinner and you slide your blue ray glasses down to stare him in the eye. he feels like you're staring into your soul in those moments, he feels owned. something about you in glasses messes with his head, and his pants.

nagi seishiro, eren jaeger, reo mikage, suna rintaro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, gojo satoru, michael kaiser, alexis ness + any of your favs <3

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

[kuromixheartzzz]

WANNA BE MY FN DUO?! | gross sweaty gamers

nagi seishiro. 18. biggest streamer on twitch. he’s well known for barely trying on all games yet still being good at them. thinks everything is a hassle. he literally is the definition of the stereotypical fortnite player. nicknamed ‘the lazy genius’ by his fans. he personally thinks it’s cringe. his fan club are die hard fans, they are lowk toxic. childhood best friends with reo and lives with him. they do everything together. his fans suspect they have something going on with each other.. friends with isagi and bachira from high school. he thinks they are a little weird and crazy (he’s one to talk..) but they aren’t hassles so he doesn’t really care. kurona and rin are mutual friends from isagi. 

mikage reo. 17. rich boy. got everything he wanted growing up. he’s kind of a spoiled brat. he’s also nagi’s number 1 dickrider. he doesn’t really stream cause everyone knows he’s the next heir for the mikage corporation. he just joins nagi’s streams half the time and goes viral. also is nagi’s sugar daddy.

isagi yoichi. 17. a well known streamer cause of the fact he’s literally the sweetest boy ever until he gets pissed and becomes the devils reincarnation. it’s known he has beef with kaiser and partially ness but half the time he’s telling ness that he needs to stand up against kaiser. one time he was doing 1v1 with kaiser in minecraft and he got pissed and used every slur ever made. he got banned and cancelled but most people thought it was funny so he’s still big. he’s childhood bffs with bachira, rin, and kurona.

bachira meguru. 17. literal ray of sunshine! he’s well known for playing more passive games like minecraft, stardew valley, animal crossing, etc. he has a mostly female fan base due to that but he loves his fans!! sometimes on the rare occasion he does irl streams. he always invites his fans to his streams. his fan base is super sweet and respectful. his fans do think that he’s schizophrenic cause he keeps talking about some monster inside of him?!?! his fans like to call him bumblebee. he thinks it’s cute! childhood bffs with isagi.

rin itoshi. 16. well known for being sae itoshi’s little brother. he’s trying to move past that and make a name for himself. he kinda hates his brother but not really.. he’s known for being #1 in most fps games.. and cause he trash talks all the time. his viewers thinks it’s funny. he plays horror games all the time. he doesnt even flinch too. he didn’t really want to go viral but he doesn’t care. he streams like sometimes because he has a life. he knows shidou and hates him. he’s also has a bunch of fangirls cause of his cold, mysterious aura. but he doesnt give a fuck. childhood bffs with isagi.

kurona ranze. 16. cutie! literally everyone loves him, nobody bullies him. he has no haters. NONE. he’s also a shark. 🦈. he’s mostly well known for chatting and irl vlogs. sometimes he plays games but they are passive. went viral for saying “chomp chomp” now his fans never let it go. he is known for his shark obsession. he isn’t as big as the others soooo he works at the same diner chigiri, y/n, barou, and gagamaru work at. he’s actually friends with them and thinks they are funny. childhood bffs with isagi.

(a/n: i actually wanted kurona to be a part of y/n’s friend group but then there would be so many people on y/n’s side and not nagi’s sooo i put kurona here)

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[sturniolohohoho]

FUCK YOU TOO - Part 2

Intro 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

summary: chris asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get revenge on his ex, and you can't seem to say no

c/w: light touching, flirting(?)

wc: 4.3k

Chris’ POV

You wake up with a horrible pounding in your head, a ray of sunlight that filters through the blinds piercing your eye. With a groan, you sit up and look around. Where the fuck are you? Looking over, you see y/n laying on a couch, fast asleep.

Suddenly, everything hit you like a truck. Last night. Ness. Everything is fuzzy, but you can make out the faint memory of Ness on another guy. And your fist hitting someone else. Almost instantly, you feel the need to throw up, bending over the edge of the bed to vomit. Nothing comes out as you dry heave. Jesus Christ your head hurts.

You hear y/n stir from the couch nearby, partially awoken by your rapid breathing. Turning over with a groan you reach to grab your phone, anger already pulsing through you as your mind wakes up. You expect to see notifications and missed calls from Ness, but a blank screen stares back at you. No notifications. No calls. Nothing. What the fuck? 

“Chris, are you awake?” y/n says groggily as she gets up. You don’t respond as you put your phone back on the nightstand roughly, laying back down with a groan.

“Fuckkkk dude,” you sigh, covering your face with your hands. Y/n gets up from her spot on the couch and walks over to the bed sitting next to you. “She fuckin’ cheated on me, y/n. I- I don’t–” You sit up and look at y/n.

“Well you look hungover,” you say, diverting the subject away from your girlfriend– or, ex now. Y/n gasped, seeming to take great offense. “Fuck you, Chris, I didn’t even drink last night.” You cringe at your missed joke. She looks briefly irritated, but then seemingly tries to put on a pleasant expression.

“Do you want breakfast?” You shrug, your mind not really able to compute anything complex right now. It feels like a fog of anger has blurred your thinking.

“Sure. Whatever.” She gets up and leaves the room to cook, leaving you sitting on your bed with only your thoughts to brew.

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Y/N's POV

You step out of the room, feeling bad for swearing at Chris the first morning after his heartbreak. He was back to his rude old self, which was nice, but behind his eyes you saw anger. And a lot of it. God, you felt bad for him.

You start on making bacon, knowing it’s his favourite, cooking in silence. Out of nowhere, you hear a banging noise from your room, like someone hitting their fist on a desk or table. You debate whether or not to check up on him, but you figured he needed some time alone to uhh… destress. You just hoped he didn’t break anything.

After a solid 10 minutes, breakfast was ready, and Chris walked down the stairs. Out of a state of blankness, he looks a mess. Messy hair, red eyes, and still red fists. You serve him his breakfast on the living room couch, and the two of you collapse there. You look over at him, and he watches you too.

“How are you, Chris?”

The question seems to break him. He drops his head into his hands, shoulders shaking with frustration.

“Just let it out,” you urge softly. “What she did was seriously fucked up. Keeping it in won’t help.”

For a moment, he just breathes—deep, shaky inhales like he’s trying to hold himself together. Then he speaks.

“I just can’t believe it, man.” His voice is raw, like it physically hurts to talk. “Ness—she was everything. I loved her so fucking much, I—” His voice cracks, and he clenches his jaw. “I just can’t believe it’s over. Just like that. And that bitch hasn’t even called. She hasn’t even fucking called—” His hands ball into fists. “God, I just wanna make her regret it. I’m so angry, I can’t even think straight.”

He inhales sharply, slumping back against the couch like the weight of it all is crushing him. Without thinking, you inch closer and pull him into a hug, hoping to ease even a fraction of his pain. He stiffens for a second, like he’s not used to the comfort, then melts into you.

“Thanks for everything, Y/N,” he mumbles against your chest. When he pulls away, his eyes flick up to yours, something unreadable swirling behind them. It’s the kind of look that makes you brace yourself.

“Do you think you could do me another favor?”

You blink. “…What kind of favor?” He hesitates, like he knows how insane it’s about to sound, then just goes for it.

“Fake date me.” You stare at him. “Chris—”

“Hear me out,” he rushes, sitting up. “Ness clearly doesn’t give a shit. She’s out there acting like I never meant anything to her. But if she sees me with someone else—you—she’ll lose her fucking mind. She’ll realize what she threw away, and then she’ll be the one hurting.”

Your stomach twists uncomfortably. “Chris, that’s—”

“Please,” he interrupts, voice quieter now. Almost pleading. “I know it’s a lot to ask. But I just—” He exhales shakily, shaking his head. “I need her to feel something. I can’t stand the thought of her just moving on like I was nothing.” 

You bite your lip, heart sinking. Every part of you wants to say no. Fake dating? Getting involved in this mess? It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

But then you look at him—his red-rimmed eyes, the way his hands tremble slightly where they rest on his knees. He looks wrecked. And against your better judgment, you sigh. “…Fine.”

Chris’s head snaps up. “Wait, really?” You groan, rubbing your temples. 

“God help me, but yes. I’ll do it.” A slow smile creeps onto his face, the first sign of life you’ve seen in him all night. “You won’t regret this.”

You’re pretty sure you already do.

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Chris' POV

You storm over to your car, whipping the door open and sitting inside, putting your keys into the ignition and driving recklessly on the way to y/n’s house. What the fuck. The next morning after you had asked her to “fake date you” to make Ness regret cheating, you had checked your phone. Once again– no texts. No calls. Nothing. 2 fucking years. But there was something worse this morning.

She had posted a picture of her story. With the guy she cheated with– Landon or whatever stupid name. A loud beep came from behind you as you forgot to signal, driving too fast to care.

“FUCK YOU DUDE,” you yell out the window, regretting it immediately after the words came out of your mouth. Approaching y/n’s house, there was only one thing you could think of– how to get back at Ness. 

You barely put your car in park before jumping out, slamming the door behind you. Your heart is hammering, rage bubbling in your chest like a volcano ready to blow.

You don’t even hesitate before knocking—no, pounding—on Y/N’s door. It swings open a second later, revealing her in an oversized hoodie and sleep-mussed hair. She blinks at you, still half-asleep.

“Chris?” Her voice is groggy, confused. “It’s—what—like, seven in the morning?”

You push past her, stepping inside without an invitation. “She fucking posted him.”

Y/N sighs, rubbing her temples. “Who?”

You whip your phone out and shove the screen toward her face. “Him.”

She barely glances at it before looking back up at you. “Chris, I—”

“She didn’t even fucking wait,” you cut her off, pacing the length of her living room. “Like, it wasn’t enough to cheat. Now she has to rub it in my face?” Your hands shake as you gesture wildly. “She’s already acting like I never mattered.”

Y/N exhales slowly. “Chris… this is exactly what I meant when I said this was a bad idea.”

You stop pacing, turning to her. “What are you talking about?”

She crosses her arms. “Fake dating, trying to make her jealous—it’s not gonna fix anything.”

You scoff. “Yeah? Well, I’m sure as hell not just gonna sit here and let her get away with it.”

“Get away with what? Moving on?” Her voice is softer now, but it still stings.

You clench your jaw, shoving a hand through your hair. “You don’t get it.”

She stares at you for a moment before sighing. “What do you want me to do?”

You exhale sharply, trying to pull yourself together. “We need to go bigger.”

Her brow furrows. “Bigger?”

You nod, the idea forming as you speak. “Yeah. We need to make sure Ness sees us. The Instagram post, the rumors—none of that’s enough. We need to show up together. In person.”

Y/N folds her arms tighter. “You’re talking about a party, aren’t you?”

You give her a look. “I’m talking about the party. Ness is throwing one this weekend.”

She shakes her head immediately. “No. No way. That’s insane.”

“It’s perfect.”

“Chris.” She steps closer, eyes searching yours. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re driving yourself crazy over someone who doesn’t give a shit. Do you really think this is gonna change anything?”

You hold her gaze, swallowing hard. “I don’t know. But I have to try.”

She exhales, shaking her head like she already regrets what she’s about to say. Then—finally—“Fine. But if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

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Y/N POV

The two of you stand in front of your full length mirror, getting ready. Chris had come over to your house to get ready for the party with you. He was wearing a black button up shirt with thin black vertical stripes with a pair of baggy ripped jeans. His hair was styled and just a bit messy, black thin-framed glasses perched on his nose. He had a stubble that defined his chiseled jaw and– alright, he looked good is what you’re trying to say. Although you’d always insult each other, it was hard to do that right now. 

You guys had tried to go all out on the casual-yet-put together look, hopefully to provoke Ness or whatever Chris even wanted. You didn’t support it– honestly you didn’t think she was even worth his time by the amount of disrespect she had shown after ending a committed 2 year relationship. No calls, no texts– god even you felt angry thinking about it. 

You were wearing one of your new favourite party outfits. A long sleeve mesh sweater with a bra underneath, a mini pleated skirt, shiny red boots and a purse to match. You styled your blue hair into sort of spiky space buns with star hair clips. Some jewelry and makeup later, you were ready to go.

“You look nice,” you comment, making sure to keep your tone as even as possible– you were not about to catch feelings for this guy.

“I know.” he says smugly, picking up his phone and car keys. “Need to make her miss me,” he adds somewhat angrily, his cockiness gone. “Too bad I can’t say the same for you,” he says, eyeing your outfit up and down. You stop in your tracks.

“Chris come on,” you say quietly, feeling genuinely really sad. “You know I put effort into everything and you make me feel like shit when you say that kind of stuff.” he seems to soften as he realised he was being an ass.

“Sorry man, I’m taking my frustration out on the wrong person.” You sigh and get your bag heading out the door with him trailing along with you. You aren’t really interested in hearing his excuses– he’d always been like this. An asshole for no reason, and not in the flirty way. The asshole way.

The cold night air hits your face and you shiver– a mesh stop doesn’t provide much coverage. Chris walks down the steps of your house to his car as you lock the door. He turns around, clearing his throat. “Um, you do look nice though,” he clarifies, quickly opening the door and getting in the driver's side before you say anything bad. I mean an apology’s an apology?

Either way, you join him in the car and he’s already on aux, playing some rap you aren’t really familiar with. You do know Ness and him really like Little Sky or something. After a couple minutes, the two of you finally pull up to the party. This might be hell.

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Chris' POV

The party is already packed when you pull up, music thumping so hard you can feel it through the pavement. People spill out onto the front lawn, laughing and taking videos, red cups in hand. You park, cut the engine, and take a deep breath.

Y/n steps out first, her boots clicking against the pavement as she adjusts her skirt. She looks… good. But you shake that thought off because that’s not what tonight is about. You’re here for one reason, and one reason only: to make Ness see what she threw away.

You both step inside, the heat and the overwhelming scent of cheap liquor and too-strong cologne hitting you instantly. People glance over, a few raising their brows at the two of you together. Good. Let them wonder. You drape an arm over y/n’s shoulders as you navigate through the crowd, playing it up for the eyes already on you.

“Wanna grab a drink?” you ask, leaning in closer to be heard over the music. She nods, so you guide her toward the kitchen. You’re hyper aware of the way your hand rests on her waist, but it’s all part of the act.

After grabbing drinks, you scan the room. No sign of Ness. Your jaw clenches. All this effort, and she’s not even here yet. “Guess we have time to kill,” you mutter, turning back to y/n.

She quirks a brow, sipping from her cup. “What now?”

“We make it convincing.” She sets her drink down and you tug her toward the living room where people are dancing. At first, she resists, but then, sighing dramatically, she follows you in. The music shifts, bass-heavy and slow, the kind that forces people to move closer.

You pull her against you, one hand settling on her waist, the other grazing her arm. She hesitates for half a second before resting her hands on your shoulders. You lean in, close enough that your lips are nearly brushing her ear.

“You’re supposed to look like you’re into this, you know,” you say.

She scoffs, tilting her head back slightly to meet your gaze. “Oh, my bad. Let me just pass out right here on the spot.”

You glance up at that moment, and my breath catches.

Ness.

She’s here.

And she sees us.

Your chest tightens painfully at the sight of her. She looks… gorgeous. Her hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders, her makeup perfect, her outfit one you recognize—she wore it on your anniversary last year. The sight of her next to Landon makes your blood boil, but fuck, even now, you can’t stop missing her.

Her eyes widen slightly, flashing with an emotion you can’t place, but you can only assume is jealousy. Then quickly, she turns on her heel and storms out, leaving Landon trailing after her, oblivious. He still had a black eye, the dumb fuck.

A twisted sense of satisfaction curls in my chest, but it feels wrong– bitter. Because even now, even after everything, she still looks good. And it still fucking hurts.

“You okay?” y/n’s voice is quieter now, the teasing edge gone.

You force a chuckle. “Told you this would work.” She looks unconvinced and a bit… sad? 

_________

The drive back home was relaxing. You didn’t drink, since you were driving, but y/n had a bit, and turns out she was a total lightweight. You’d never seen her drunk, and it was honestly kind of cute– bubbly, giggly, and spaced out. 

“–and the goose literally chased me town the fuckin’ path,” the two of you laugh uncontrollably, and you can’t help but think that you’ve not been this happy for weeks now. She’s leaning on the car door, her boots unexplainably off and on the ground. 

“Chriss,” she slurs, looking over with a puppy-like look in her eyes. “Can we get McDonalds?” You laugh, shaking your head.

You glance sideways at her, watching as she absentmindedly braids a random section of her own hair. She’s barely paying attention, her fingers moving on instinct, twisting the strands over and under.

“You mean can I buy you McDonald’s? I guess it’s kind of a form of payment.”

She lets out a little “yes!” and keeps braiding. It’s cute, almo— wait.

No. This was Y/N we were talking about.

She was weird—maybe she still didn’t know, but back in high school, everyone thought that. It had always made you uncomfortable when people talked shit about her right in front of you, but it’s not like you had an obligation to say anything. You couldn’t even pinpoint exactly what made people not like her. Maybe it was because she was quiet? Or the way she kept to herself unless she was talking to the few friends she had?

You knew she used to have anxiety attacks, though you’d never talked about it with her. It kind of reminded you of Matt.

In university, though… It was like she was a different person. Confident. She had friends now. People invited her to things. But some of the same people from high school were still around, still whispering when they saw her in the halls, still making their little comments at parties.

Just last week, you’d overheard someone scoff, “She acts like she wasn’t a total loser three years ago.” It had pissed you off more than it should have. But you didn’t say anything. You never did.

Y/N finishes her braid, securing it with a hair tie from her wrist. She glances at you. “You ready?”

“For what?”

She gives you a look. “McDonald’s. Obviously.”

You roll your eyes, standing up. “Yeah, yeah, we’re here.”

You get out of the car together, and as you lock it, you sneak another look at her. She doesn’t look like someone who cares about what anyone thinks. Maybe she really doesn’t.

You get in and start the engine. “You better not get the most expensive thing on the menu.”

She looks at you incredulously. “We’re at fucking McDonalds, the most expensive thing I can get is a big mac.”

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Y/N's POV

You’re giggling with Chris on the hood of his car, stuffing fries in your mouth at the same time. The McDonald’s bag is sitting between you, already half empty. You dip your fry into your ice cream, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Chris wirh a horrified expression.

“C’mon,” you laugh, the alcohol making you giggly. “Don’t know it till you try it.”

He wrinkles his nose and leans back. “That’s disgusting”

“You’re disgusting,” you shoot back. “It’s sweet and salty. Just try it.”

Chris huffs but leans forward, lips parting just enough for you to pop the fry into his mouth. He chews, eyebrows knitting together, before shrugging. “It’s fine, guess.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a liar. You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“Uh-huh.”

You both sit there quietly, eating in the cool night air. It’s easy like this– no Ness, no cheating bullshit, no Landon. Like nothing even happened 2 nights ago. Then Chris takes his phone out. You pay no attention to it, more focused on finishing your fries, until his entire body stiffens beside you. You glance over, worried.

“Chris?”

He says nothing, just exhaling angrily and showing you the phone screen. There it was, Ness, posted up against landon again, arm around his waist and one that's literally inside her top. His face is way too close to hers, and they both look like they have not one care in the world.

You hear Chris curse under his breath, jaw clenching. You hesitate for a second before handing the phone back.

“Chris—”

“Let’s take some pictures,” he interrupts. “If she’s gonna fucking play this game, let’s give her something to look at.”

“Get in the shot.” You sigh.

“Come on,” he insists, and there’s something almost desperate in his voice. “Just… help me out here.”

Against your judgment, you groan and scoot closer. He lifts his phone, angling it so you’re both in frame. Then, without warning, he slings an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. He takes some pictures and looks at his phone. 

Chris flips through the photos quickly, his eyes narrowing as he inspects them. “These aren’t good enough,” he mutters, deleting a few.

You scoff, crossing your arms. “Excuse me? I think I looked great, actually.”

He ignores you, shifting closer and holding his phone up again. This time, he tilts his head slightly toward you, his face closer than before. “We need to look more real.”

“Yeah… real.”

Chris doesn’t respond, just takes another picture. Then another. He tries different angles, pulling you even closer. His arm around your waist tightens, fingers pressing into your side like he’s really trying to sell the whole “fake couple” thing.

“Okay, now do something,” he says.

You blink. “Like what?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Look like you’re actually having fun with me.”

You shake your head. “Chris, I was having fun with you before this shit.”

“Okay, but have fun with me as my girlfriend,” he shoots back, and you almost laugh at how serious he looks.

Rolling your eyes, you reach up and grab his glasses right off his face, slipping them onto you. You push them down your nose and give the camera a playful, exaggerated smolder.

Chris lets out a laugh—an actual, real laugh—and you snap a quick picture before he can grab them back. “Oh, that’s a good one,” you say, glancing at the screen.

Before you know it, you’re both fully in it, snapping pictures like you’re really just two friends messing around. Chris lifts his phone above you both at one point, angling it for a selfie while he tugs on the sleeve of your mesh top.

“Pose or something,” he says.

You smirk and turn toward him, resting your chin on his shoulder and flashing a peace sign at the camera. Chris, to your surprise, actually smiles.

Then, feeling a little bold, you grab his jaw last second, squishing his cheeks together right as the camera clicks. He groans, shoving you off, but you’re already cackling.

“Ok, one more. We need a touchy one.” You give him a horrified look and he groans. ‘You know what I mean“

You sigh, but before you can protest, his hand is already on your waist, a little firmer this time. His fingers trace small circles over the fabric, a motion that sends an annoying shiver up your spine.

“This is excessive,” you mutter, but you don’t pull away.

Chris, completely unfazed, adjusts the camera. “Nah, this is necessary.”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you even closer, his hand sliding up your back as his lips hover just near your temple. His breath is warm against your skin. The kind of touch that would look intimate in a picture—but right now, it just feels…

Distracting.

You barely register the way your own hand ends up resting on his chest, fingers grazing over the fabric of his shirt. He smells like cologne and McDonald’s fries, and somehow, it’s not a bad mix.

“Look up at me,” Chris murmurs, voice a little lower than before. You roll your eyes, but you do it, angling your face toward him. His eyes are really fucking blue and really fucking dilated.

He snaps the picture right then, the perfect angle where it looks like you’re about to kiss.

Your breath catches, and you don’t know why.

Chris pulls back like nothing happened, checking the screen before flashing a satisfied grin. “Now that’s the one.”

You clear your throat, slipping out of his hold as casually as possible. “Alright, we done? I’d like to go home before I start charging you for my skills.”

Chris is already posting the picture, his smirk widening as he adds a caption. He glances at you, pocketing his phone. “Yeah, let’s go.”

 _________

The drive back is quieter than you expected.

Chris pulls up to your apartment building first, parking near the entrance. You look over at him, expecting something, but he just seems… distant. Not angry, not upset, just lost in his thoughts.

“Thanks for the night,” you say softly, unbuckling your seatbelt. It’s the best you can do, really.

He glances at you, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, no problem.”

You step out of the car, but then pause, leaning back toward the window. “See you around.”

Chris just nods, offering a small wave. And then you turn and walk inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click.

As soon as you’re in your room, you flop onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in your mind. That moment when Chris leaned into you, the way he had brushed his fingers against your side, how natural it had felt to let him. You push the thought away. You’re just pretending, you remind yourself.

Meanwhile, Chris drives off toward his own place, his hands gripping the wheel as he glances at his phone one last time. There’s nothing from Ness. Not a word.

It should be a win. But as he pulls into his driveway, something in his chest twists.

Can you feel the tension in your dih? 🥀🥀

a/n: RAAHH I LIKE THIS :33

Chris with glasses... when I get my hands on chris with glasses...

taglist - @sturniolosrtewsexy @sturnbrooke @emely9274 @babytomatoes21 @arianna1342 @gemzyy @namelesssav @chestersturn @riggysworld

Comment to be added! Part 3 sometimes this weekend~

divider creds to @junabuggy

[somuchwatersoclosetohome]

good morning job seekers here are my thoughts on last night's stage/fright!! others have covered the main plot points and points of interest so this is literally ~1000 words of self-indulgent inane drivel that i wrote in my notes app at 1am (so sorry if there's misremembered lines / typos etc.), you're welcome

(will edit as i remember more stuff)

spoilers for stage/fright 22/03 evening show

le general observations

ok first up let me just say the VIBES for this show were IMPECCABLE. as many of you know this is my third watch and i feel like the energy this time was j u i c y

this time and the last time i went were both saturday evenings which i think can be good? like this audience were super engaged but not overly rowdy... it felt the right level of keen-ness that the company were responding to

all of this to say that it definitely looked to me as if the company but especially R&S were 👏 feeling 👏 themselves 👏

also means that when y'all go and see s/f be keeeeen!! they really respond to (the appropriate amount of) whooping and hollering at the right moments. i mean they literally say in the programme "you can't hear smiles" lol and we all know about reece's experiences with the 'corpses' in the producers lmao

speculation.com, i wonder if the company are feeling this but i'm definitely acutely aware that there's <2 weeks left of the run now 🥺 (where did all the time go???), which i'm trying hard not to think about because (1) sad and (2) what will i base my personality on from 6 april 2025

i’m going to cry SO HARD on the final shows

act 1

R&S got a muuuuch longer applause than i've seen previously when they come out in front of the curtain post-hamlet / a house divided scene to introduce the show. like the applause and wooping went on what felt like a solid minute. they looked happy it was cute!!

paul whitehouse was the hostage and lmaoooo did the guy milk it. the bit where they ask him what he's been in he just kept going listing stuff for aaaages

BUT it looked like R&S were having a great time here. i mean tbh reece spent most of this section with his back to the audience or adjusting his moustache bc he was lol'ing so much

an EXCELLENT fast show reference when paul has to do the spanish accent on the phone and len/eddie comes out with "SCORCHIO" iykyk

covered elsewhere but eddie knows paul from gone fisting / gone girl (and one other that i have neglected to remember)

paul whitehouse cannot play the trumpet. like at all. no sound was produced (len/eddie even says "try turning it on" and mimes switching it on haha)

len/eddie/steve's voice goes so high when he says "it's jUst a sTiCK of ceLerY" and tommy/ray/reece visibly loses it cracking up

🚨 jeremy dyson callout 🚨 as paul is leaving he said something about working with the clever/smart one jeremy dyson haha

also from the BCDR wider bit, tommy's voice crack on "you almost died len" was hearTBREAKING reece nailed it 10/10

act 2

let me open this section with HUGO my one true love this character has grown on me so much and he is honestly such a highlight. he needs his own spin-off tbh

reece was also playing hugo turned up to 11 imo

hugo/reece got a full on applause for his elements song dance number i was so happy!! last couple of times i've seen it's just got some laughs but this time people clapped for ages again to the point they had to wait for people to stop clapping before they could continue. YES BBY YOU'RE AMAZING

hugo did the leg amputation bit SO exaggeratedly this time, from the "this one sir?" to dragging the bone saw along the tray when he takes it from madam cragg

in general the p h y s i c a l i t y of reece in this production is just something else. he does it as eddie and hugo and the fucking bunny hops and exaggerated movement are just so good and make such a difference so thank you rs for the commitment to the bit

between the last time i saw s/f and this time i learned about the concept of sleeve garters (i think thanks to @vagueeyes) and now i noticed them on goudron muahah

i'd picked up from others' watches to watch marcus during the trepanning scene and yes! very worth it!! he mouthes along with the lines very nice detail

every time i've seen the musical number R&S have both looked sooo happy and again tonight. honestly petition for both of them but especially r to be in a fully fledged musical bc he smiles so much in this segment man is in his element

standing ovation 💖💖💖

stage door

right ok so first my GOD i have not seen the line this long so far?? like it literally went from the stage door around the corner onto charing cross rd and almost back to the main entrance of the theatre?? and they still came out and signed everything for everyone that was waiting 😭 true kings i'm still in awe at how they just... don't have to do this at all and yet they still do and they're so patient with everyone

i mean i said nothing of note to them bc i was on cloud 9 (hur hur) but just !!! thank you for coming out

i noticed this last time i went but absolute lols how steve is always the always the one carrying all the gift bags etc. from fans and reece is entirely unencumbered (apart from infamous CAT bag) like yas king go off

i overheard someone asking steve if there was going to be a DVD of the show and he said no 😔 but i wonder, who knows if you can trust these jokers... theres_been_a_twist.mp4

and THEN i had A Thought: imagine the concept - a filmed version of stage/fright with a commentary a la TLoG shows..... please simon evans do it for the fans

omg this is so long and i've said like nothing of note hahahaha ok well thanks for sticking with it

(oh also i'm actually writing this from the afterlife because i touched reece's hand)

[yoursssxtrulyyy]

UH SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES OR WHAT LIKE HELLOOO??? btw song to listen to is "Diet Mountain Dew - Demo" by Lana Del Ray

"Not so tough now, huh?" pt.2!

Michael Kaiser x Fem!Reader

warning: degradation, !!SUB KAISER OMG!!, overstimulating, sex, swearing. MINORS DNI

After that day, he started becoming more.. open with her?.. he was suddenly kinder, but oh fuck when ness would try to interrupt a conversation with you he would CRASH THE FUCK OUT on ness, she would have to calm him down manually than let him cool down himself.

She and she alone blessed his life, both in and out of bed, but in bed was on a whole 'nother level. There again he was, on her front porch looking like puppy who was denied love, begging her to fuck him yet again.. "Please.. I NEED you, liebling.." "Even after yesterday, Micha? Damn, you're needier than I thought, whore." "Call me what you want, i like it, schatz." "You bet i will, Micha."

And so she did, in fact, all night she was degrading him, and oh did he love it when she tugged on his blonde-fading-into-blue locks.. it was like this dream he had all over again, but in real life. He couldn't believe it, she had the power to bring his wet dreams into life and still be the most loving and kindest person to him, especially during.. "AfTeRcArE" he likes to call it.

Another moment they had was when she caressed his back muscles and called him a "Good boy, Micha..", boy did he double his efforts to make her cum, and by the end of the night, it wasn't just him screaming her name, it was her screaming his.

UGH I LOVE WRITING SUB KAISER #NEEDTHAT

PART THREE JUST DROPPED!! 🔥🔥🔥 https://www.tumblr.com/yoursssxtrulyyy/780946998024093696/not-so-tough-now-huh

btw part one = https://www.tumblr.com/yoursssxtrulyyy/780769831409664000/not-so-tough-now-huh

[oriley42]

Do you have any House headcanons? I love your writing so much

Thank you! 🥰 And hmmm....my brain always throws sheets over everything when I'm asked for headcanons, so I end up wandering around like "hey I had a million of those lying around a moment ago..."

The only thing that comes to mind is deeply silly: do y'all remember that throwaway moment in s2 or 3 where House grabs one of those trashy conspiracy magazines off the stand and is like "they published my letter 😊" all proud and happy and they never do anything else with that set up?!! Because House + conspiracies can go so many fun ways. Like...

1) he perpetuates bigger and bigger hoaxes. He starts with a badly edited picture of fairies inside the MRI machine ("how do you think these things work?? Invisible rays you can't see hitting your bones??? No!!! The loud banging noises are from the tiny fists of the imprisoned workers inside, begging for freedom #crackthemopen) and ends with thousands of followers chanting outside the Surgeon General's offices, demanding they release the magical creatures trapped by indentured servitude to power imagining machines across the United States #freethefairies #wedontneedpixiepictures

2) he rages at any opportunity against gullibility and foolishness. He is constantly sending in elaborate explanations for supposedly paranormal events with quotes from Carl Sagan's Candle on the Dark and adding phases like "you fucking idiots" to the prose. He is thrilled when people listen, but more often than not, he really only gets to enjoy the fight for fighting's sake because flat earthers are impervious to his Logic and Facts. I think this probably precedes the events noted above in #1, then he snaps and seeks revenge via manipulation.

3) House is just secretly a conspiracy fan. Not the shitty anti-Semitic kind (mainly, he just doesn't care enough about politics or economics to care about theories regarding who is or isn't secretly running The Government) but particularly the cryptid creature ones, because he's seen some WEIRD shit in his life and travels and it's not really so far fetched, Wilson, to imagine that some sea creature suffered a bizarre mutation activating ancient DNA that increased its size to mega fauna levels and was spotted by--

Wilson: of course I believe in the Loch Ness Monster you don't have to convince me.*

*Lying his ass off to shut House up. Gets caught in the deception. Ends up forced to accompany House on a bigfoot hunt. Has an amazing time and starts low key believing in UFO abductions. Wilson and House get married with the Jersey Devil officiating.

[t-r99]

Michael Kaiser

(manga spoilers)

To begin with, chapter 260 was horrifying to read. "oH bUT iT's JuST a mANga!!!!" I don't care, that shit was fucked up.

Is Kaiser's behaviour understandable? Yes. That's it, understandable.

It's still unacceptable and inexusable, but to be fair, no one would end up okay after that. Everyone deals with trauma differently and Kaiser found his way.

(what he needed was twenty therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists, all the ists)

Tiny moments like this,

kinda get new meanings now. His self choking thing is . . . *shudders*

I still hate the way he treats and handles Ness. Does Kaiser know any better? No, he doesn't. He needed help. Football was good for him, yes, but did the people around him help him heal mentally? It doesn't really look like it.

Speaking of Ness, I believe they're truly friends and that Kaiser cares for him in his own traumatized, fucked up way.

They are friends. I just wish Kaiser knew how to be kinder. He doesn't know how to be kind, he didn't receive any love or affection as a child, it's alien to him.

Does Ness know the full extent of the abuse Kaiser suffered? Honestly, I don't think so. Maybe bits and pieces, if even that. Maybe Kaiser once said something along the lines of, "My old man wasn't a good person." and left it at that with Ness not prying any further.

If we'd gotten Kaiser's backstory a lot earlier I would've expected him to be even more unhinged and messed up.

Okay, Mr "World Football Association, PIFA Licensed Agent" Ray Dark, did you get the kid some mental help?

Football was all he had and he cried from pure fury when he thought his father was about to cut his football open.

Someone get this boy some mental help please.

[yespleasetommyshelby]

Daryl Dixon ~ Fate (7)

Summary: After finding himself stuck on a roof with walkers at his ankles the last thing Daryl Dixon expected was for a walking ray of sunshine to come literally screeching to his aid.. After the chance meeting he was sure he'd never see her again, but then again, fate will find a way.

Daryl Dixon x OC (Named but no real details other than shorter than Daryl)

Word count: 2400 (Approx)

--- The Run ---

The drive to the college is about as uneventful as any journey could be nowadays, a few stray walkers along the sides of the road but nothing that was an issue, the five of us driving through the empty roads with the sun beating down, it was almost as though the world hadn't ended.

"Oh my God." I suddenly exclaimed from my place in the back between Michonne and Bob. "I should've bought my CD." I sighed into the other wise silent car, Michonne looking at me as though I was mad.

"Seriously?" She asked with a raised brow, an amused smile lingering on her face.

"Yes seriously, it's a Disney CD, found it the day Jack let me for shit." I huffed, thinking of Jack for the first time in a while, the same storm of anger and betrayal brewing in my chest before my eyes met Daryl's in the mirror and it all faded.

"You always this happy?" Bob asked from besides me, his brows furrowed but a small smile adorning his face.

"Pretty much." I shrugged. "I made it a personal mission after the world shit itself, rather than focusing on the miserable-ness of it all I'd focus on the bright side." I smiled, it turning into a smirk as my words sparked an idea, as I looked up I locked eyes with Daryl in the mirror his eyes shining.

"Don't you dare, woman." He muttered, only making my smirk grow.

"Always look on the bright side of life, do do, do do do do do do.." I sung with a grin.

---

After serenading the car with a few more classics that were on my mind the ride was silent again, everyone prepping themselves as we got closer to our destination, before the crackling of the radio made us all jump.

"Sanctuary... Sanctuary.." The voice cackled, the sound of static making it almost impossible to make out.

"Hello? Hello anyone there?" Tyrese was quick to grab the radio, his question only being met with more static.

"Survive.." The radio cackled out one last time before there was nothing, only the loud 'Shit' that Daryl had let out as his eyes slipped from the road, walkers suddenly appearing from nowhere as he tried to swerve between them only for them to pile up on the ground preventing the car from going forwards.

"Hold on." Daryl muttered as he put the car into reverse and then plowed back, taking more walkers under the wheels until we were stuck. "Fuck!" Daryl exclaimed as he slammed his hands on the steering wheel, looking back at us all as walkers surrounded us, banging on the windows as they tried to reach us.

"What do we do?" I breathed out, my heart racing as more and more sunlight got blocked, the car going dark except for the light from above, the sunroof. "Oh yes, thank you god!" I exclaimed as a grin came over my face, everyone's eyes on me in confusion. "Come on guys, we can't open the doors but we can open.." I trailled off as I looked up, Michonne pushing me in realisation.

"Smart cookie." She grinned.

---

After fighting our way through the small heard that had us surrounded we puffed and panted as we reached the college, Daryl using his crossbow to bang on the glass doors as we stood with baited breaths. With no noises being heard Daryl nods for us to head in, taking the lead with his crossbow raised I couldn't help but watch as he moved through what was once the reception area, his muscles popping as he holds his bow ready, a look of determination on his face.

"Staring not polite." Michonne whispered as she walked past, shit eating grin on her face.

"Fuck you." I whispered back, shaking my head as I raised my gun, following behind her.

Rummaging through the many bottles of pills I let out a sigh of desperation before deciding fuck it, and wiping the whole shelf into my bag. With a satisfied grin I turned and left the room, heading towards the rest of the group when I heard it, the low growl and the shuffling of feet. Bracing myself I glanced around the corner, my eyes widening as a group of walkers stumbled towards me, their eyes and mouths covered in dried blood.

"Shit, shit, shit." I whispered panicked as I raced towards the next room as quietly as possible, sprinting into the room I slammed the door shut behind me, puffing and panting as I put my back to it, the first thud of a dead fist reaching my ears. "We gotta go and we gotta go now." I cried as the group turned to me with furrowed brows, Bob appearing from a joined room.

"How many? Can we take them?" Tyreese asked as he pulled his knife from its holder, shoulders rolling as he readied himself for the fight.

"There isn't a lot but we can't." I shook my head, making eye contact with Daryl. "Blood around their eyes, nose and mouths, it's gotta be the same as what's at the prison." I panicked, letting out a small squeal as the pounding of the door increased, the dead outside hearing our voices.

"Fuck." Daryl growled before rushing over, throwing his crossbow over his shoulder as came next to me pushing against the door. "We need a way out." Searching around the room but coming up empty until his eyes landed on the window.

Quickly rushing over Bob grabbed the handle and pushed, letting out a grunt of desperation as it didn't budge.

"It's locked, it's goddamn locked!" He yelled as he kicked a chair across the room, the noise echoing only making the walkers push the door that little bit harder.

"Are ya stupid?!" Daryl growled as he looked over at Bob, something about the man rubbing Daryl wrong since they set foot in the building and him being quick to split off from the rest.

"I got it." Tyrese interrupted the staring contest currently happening between Daryl and Bob, ripping a fire extinguisher from the wall and throwing it through the window, the loud crash attracting the walkers both inside and out.

Me and Daryl kept our backs pushed up against the door as Tyreese and Michonne climbed out, Bob just behind them. Looking over at him I couldn't help but smile, even in a situation like this.

"Ready?" I asked, reaching my hand out between us, barely holding in the grin as he reached over tangling his fingers with mine. "One.." I nodded, looking over at the smashed window, Tyrese on the other side. "Two." I breathed out, trying to focus only on the window and Daryl's hand in mine, blocking it the painful banging of the door behind us. "Three!" I yelled as we pushed off the door and took of running, Daryl pushing me up into the window taking Tyrese's hand to get down in the other side, quickly spinning round to see Daryl coming through the window just as the door gave way, the dead came stumbling in.

"No! Help!" Suddenly snapped me from my current state of staring at Daryl in relief, spinning round to see Bob hanging off the edge of the small platform, holding on to his bag for dear life as the dead pulled on the other side.

Quickly springing into action we all grabbed at Bob, a game of tug-of-war between us and the walkers, one last tug had us all stumbling back as Bob and his backpack were pulled back to safety, the puffing and panting being interrupted by the clink of bottles that came from the bag we'd risked our lives for.

"The fuck is this?" Daryl growled as he opened the bag, pulling out two dusty bottles of whisky. "You risked our lives for this fucking shit?!" He yelled as he drew his arm back and prepared to throw the first bottle into the group of walkers.

Within a second Bob had pulled his gun from its holster and cocked it, pointing it straight at Daryl's head. Without hesitation I'd instantly done the same, the barrel of my pistol now level with the centre of Bobs forehead.

"Do it, I dare you." I growled, seeing nothing but red the second his gun had landed on Daryl. I let out a sigh as Daryl suddenly spun around taking Bobs gun from his hand and shoving him up against the wall, pinning him there by his jacket.

"Enough! Enough man." Tyrese stepped in, trying to pull Daryl back as me and Michonne did nothing but watch. "He made his choice man." Tyreese sighed, his words reaching Daryl as he gave the man one last shove before he let go, stepping backwards.

"Shoulda never let you in in the damn first place." Daryl growled in Bobs face before picking up his own bag and slinging it over his shoulder, coming to stand beside me. "You take one swig of that shit before these meds get to our people, I'll beat your damn ass into the ground." He threatened, spitting at bobs feet before he turned to me nodding slightly. "Ya good." He asked, suddenly softening up as he looked me over quickly.

"I'm fine." I smiled, my heart racing as I looked into those eyes, a sudden thought springing to mind. "You know we never got to finish our... conversation earlier." I added quietly as we started our way out to find another car to get us back. I let out a small laugh as he scoffed and shook his head, a small smirk lingering on his face.

---

After trying car after car we finally found one that ran and were on our way back to the prison, the atmosphere slightly awkward after the shot Bob pulled back on the platform, but other than that we were almost back and still in one piece.

"It's good to be home." I sighed happily as Maggie and Rick pulled the gates open, the car rolling through before it pulled to a stop. "The three in the trunk, get them to Hershel!" I'd instructed before anyone had even gotten out off the car, my mind on the meds.

"On it." Maggie called back, grabbing the three bags and handing one to Rick before they raced back towards the prison building.

"Let's hope this works." Michonne muttered as we climbed out of the car, watching as the pair disappeared inside.

"Let's hope." I whispered back.

---

A little while after we'd returned I was making my way through the prison, checking in on people here and there taking a couple of minutes to myself when I found out that Glenn and Herschel were now in quarantine, with Glenn getting worse as every second ticks by, but mainly on the hunt for a certain crossbow wielder, he'd basically disappeared when we'd gotten back, something about talking to Rick which I can only guess has something to do with Bobs stunt earlier. After a few more minutes of searching I spotted the light of a cigarette up in the guard tower, the same one me and Daryl had stayed in back when I first joined the group.

Trying to be as silent as possible I slowly made my way up the stairs, careful to avoid the one step that I knew made a loud creaking sound, making it to the top I slowed down as Daryl's back came into view, leaning on the window as he blew the smoke out into the darkening sky.

"Ain't as smooth as you think you are." Daryl suddenly spoke without turning around, my heart leaping through my throat at the unexpected words.

"That's not fair, you're basically superhuman and this thing." I laughed as I walked over taking the space besides him. "Been looking for you." I smiled, nudging him but keeping my eyes on the empty field below.

"Yeah? What for?" He asked, his head tilted to the side slightly like a puppy.

"Well.." I started, suddenly feeling slightly braver that it was just us two. "I was wondering if maybe, you would like to finish what we almost started this morning." I spoke quietly, nervously finding his eyes in case he'd somehow had a change of heart during the day. As the seconds ticked on I couldn't fight the disappointment that started to rise in my chest as he did and said nothing. "If something's changed or you've changed your mind that's fine but-" I was cut off as his hands gripped my waist and pulled me flush against him, his cigarette being flung out of he window before his lips are on mine, slow, chapped but soft, softer than I could've ever believed.

"Something's changed." He breathed out as we pulled away, his forehead resting on mine as I kept my eyes shut, scared that if I opened my eyes it'd turn out to be a dream. "I uh.. think I love ya." His words made my eyes shoot open, searching his own but finding no sign that he was lying, just telling me what he thinks I want to hear. "I mean, before today I was thinking it, but when you pulled that gun on Bob earlier, I knew." He paused as he shook his head, I kept quiet, savouring every word that let his beautiful mouth. "I ain't good with this shit, with feelings and girlfriends, never done it before." He muttered, looking down as the memories of every time he'd failed to even speak to a girl before flashing through his mind, all of it fading as his eyes landed on the girl infront of him. "Well?" He sputtered out, making me realise hat I had just been stood grinning up at him for the last couple of minutes.

"I love you, Daryl Dixon." I grinned, never being sure of anything more in life. "Awkwardness and all." I winked at him, letting out a small, happy squeal as he grabbed my face and pulled me into another kiss. "Don't know how to do it." I hugged quietly. "You're doing a pretty damn good job so far." I whispered, the smile being wiped from my face as he kissed me again.

"And for the record, Crossbow, I would've pulled the trigger too."

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[imbibitorz]

A PAIR OF LOVERS, BY THE RIVER...

୧ ⋯ ⋅ ๑ blade x fem!reader (winter) ⸝⸝⸝⸝ soft fluff, fluff, fluff! crack in few places, ness (the riddler) & reca (the photographing memokeeper) cameos ⸝⸝⸝⸝ wedding themed based on winde selfship lore ⸝⸝⸝⸝ obviously for dear @sugurouge ⸝⸝⸝⸝ for THROUGH THE LENS event

“faster, you absolute bonelazer! tayzzyronths don’t move so slow, even! scrutiny of this wedding, it needs to be done!”

“stop it with your funny words, silly woman, and let me focus!”

as the two, uh… individuals, persevere to argue, lost in their little world, the guests slowly make their way inside the venue. and all the aeons possible, take the pain and stress from BLADE’s shoulders and mind and give it to dan feng. or dan heng. both is fine.

he’s so nervous. BLADE never thought, never even dared to imagine this day would come. he always thought of him as a plain, unworthy of love wreck of a man; not special enough to receive someone else’s nice words… let alone love, let alone a devotion beyond dreams.

“it’s going to be a-okay, dear brother…” jing yuan, the (self-proclaimed) friend, assures the groom while he fixes the already perfect tie. “you planned it to every little detail. you know her all too well– brother, you have a whole notebook of backup plans!”

yes, jing yuan is right. BLADE, the ever-organized, thoughtful man he is, planned everything, from the venue ring, all the way to the seam pattern of your dress. seeing you, his beloved one and only, his soulmate, lost in all the possibilities, in the way you two can have a wedding… it’s all overwhelming, in the best way possible.

because BLADE would give you a world and some, the whole galaxy, would find and fight all the aeons there are, just to make you happy.

but he doesn’t; his presence is already enough.

“did you even have any sort of breakfast?” jingliu asks, her unbothered, monotone tone a perfect cover for her genuine concern. as she slightly moves the glass full of wine in her hand, she stares at BLADE, her eyes full with fury. but it’s a fit of justified anger, one out of care for her comrade. “or a lunch? a snack? something to fucking calm down the rumbling in your stomach? i can hear it all the way from here, you smartass.”

indeed, BLADE haven’t eaten anything since the previous day, too stressed, overjoyed, and swooned to care about himself. and he knows you’ll scold him when the loud grumbling of his empty stomach will echo through the venue.

with a quiet grunt of acknowledgment and disappointment in himself, he carefully fills his stomach with a few of the small sandwiches brought by the chef of the venue’s kitchen. as much as BLADE wants to throw it up immediately, he fights the nausea, knowing you’d be so proud of him.

in the meantime, you are preparing your dress, putting the outfit on as you try to stay collected. the tears of pure joy are hard to contain, so all the makeup you and your bridesmaids will be put on later.

“this, now… a beautifying sight! such a gorgeous picture of a love, a testament to long, long lives together! i am pretty sure, i’m concerned, even! no matter which universe, no matter how many lives, this… this will continue! grow stronger, inseparable! such gorgeousness in those two souls, connected in their hearts!” one of the aforementioned individuals murmurs under her breath, snapping photo after photo, making sure the bride and her glassy eyes, the happiness she holds in her heart are immortalized in the set of pictures.

the preparations come to an end soon and it’s just a matter of time, of seconds. the sun slowly sets to rest, getting enveloped by the river. last rays of sunshine still linger around, reflected in the clean water; it’s like even the sun doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to miss this moment of pure bliss for the perfect pair.

BLADE knows it’s cheesy and maybe too obvious to have a lot of spider lilies around the aisle, maybe even some in your bouquet. for some reason, the red petals remind him of you, of his treasure he vowed to protect a long time ago already.

“hi,” you start quietly, too nervous to say anything more, too stunned by the love of your life you’re about to marry in seconds… oh, wait! “wait, blade– here…”

next time BLADE will die on the spot if you do that again. he’s scared, panicking inside; did he mess up something? is there something not up to your tastes enough? did he–

but then, you tug a strand of his soft hair behind his ear, your fingers brushing over his cheek so carefully, a delightful, feathery light touch he’s vowing to protect and keep for himself.

yes, he is blushing. and yes, an individual with a weird frog of a camera documented it, taking a quick photo of this idyllic moment.

“there, now you’re my bladie.”

the soft yet nervous smile on your face, paired with your nickname which grew on him too fast and too hard, has his heart racing.

“alright, my dear villains of this terrifyingly beautiful eternity!” well, no one expected one of the riddlers to lead the ceremony. it’s too late to repent, as a certain archivist would say. “this is a bonding moment, one for a kind! if someone doesn’t approve of this arrangement– well, your loss. suck it up and let love bloom further in those two devoted losers as they fall into the depths of insanity, possessiveness, and, uh– yeah, you may now kiss the bride, fam. you two are officially married!”

the weird woman soon disappears in the shadow of her riddles, of the confusion planted in guests’ hearts. but what matters to her, above all riddles, above her love, above her life itself – is to make the bride happy, to let the main lead of this tale feel all fuzzy inside. and the riddler knows damn well the newlyweds will, and actually already do feel all of that. the weird individual can see the joy emanating from the pair of lovers, can see the heart eyes with which they look at each other, and she sees the newlyweds’ love bounding them two for eternity.

@ imbibitorz, 2025, please be kind enough and don't repost

[atalante241]

If no ones got me I know my thoughts abt the fucked up ness of the naruto-verse got me

Exhibit A. The reincarnation thing

You look me in the eye and tell me that that stink eye Hashirama gave Tobirama when mans was about to kill Madara was normal. Those fuckers knew each other max a few months when they were like 10 or something.

Also Naruto’s whole thinking abt sasuke while gripping the sheets thing. They were friends max like a year or something, and obv trauma bonding is a thing but konoha’s whole thing is making ppl hate deserters. Like even fucking Sakura locked in and naruto was just kicking his feet while daydreaming or something.

Also why did Ashura’s reincarnations get hit with the obsession ray way harder than Indra’s

[xhollowfaerie]

silverv drabbles #8

a/n: here it is... no beta because my partner is asleep and I'm too excited to just post this so we die like John(ny) m*n. I really like how it came out, I hope y'all enjoy. Sorry for any ooc-ness. Dean Winchester definitely came through in this quite a bit lol, but they're basically the same fucking guy anyway tags: John Cyberpunk gets isekaied into John Wick, a tiny bit of spice, angst, fluff. alternate title, You're in Love by Ratt.

- Heat of the Moment. ("Dude, no Asia." "I know, this station sucks.")

Johnny woke up with a gasp, feeling the cold sweat cling to his skin like sleet. The whiteness of his surroundings temporarily blinded him, blocking out the sunlight with a hand as he straightened himself up on the bed. 

“John?”

His eyes shot open at the unusual use of his name, given the familiarity of the voice. It sent the biggest wave of comfort through him as his heart began to slow the urgency of its beats. “Valerie?” A sweet laugh echoed in reply as Johnny’s surroundings slowly took shape, a most familiar yet strange feeling sinking into him.

Her hands slowly reached up to cup his cheek, lovingly running her thumb across his skin. “How did you know? I never told you what my godparents wanted to name me.”

Johnny’s mouth parted in shock, but no words managed to escape. He stared at her, dumbfounded.

He'd never seen V with her natural hair color, not as an adult; only in some of her oldest memories. She was dressed in a white, modest nightgown - tsk, it felt off; she never wore white- and her skin bore none of her scars or cyberware, but still had every one of her freckles.

He would know.

Rays of sun embraced her in an intimate warmth, and the words he spoke felt so natural, as if he'd said them a million times.

“You're so beautiful” Johnny breathed, relishing in the high of finally admitting what he'd thought so many times. Stupid, he knew. Stupid not to tell her sooner. Stupid, to act like he hasn't considered, more than once, that maybe she was his guardian angel. If such a thing existed, she definitely looked the part. Felt the part.

She giggled and inched closer, surprising him with the gentlest kiss he'd ever experienced - and Johnny had experienced quite an interesting catalogue of smooches in his lifetime. 

“Every morning, without fail… What have I done to deserve you?”

Johnny felt like he could melt into her; he pulled her closer, feeling her leg wrap around him as he kissed her, eager to taste the honey dripping off her voice. But… he didn't know how to be careful. His kiss was hungry, desperate - whatever the fuck was happening, he knew - it felt so wrong. A crippling feeling of dread and displacement was crawling its way up his gut. But, fuck, was he really not allowed a single moment of peace?

She moaned into his mouth, running her hands through his hair - his V, barely ever so gentle and loving, the Valerie the world would have been allowed to witness, had they been dealt different cards. Had they been born in another world, another universe, maybe. 

Maybe in this one, he could do things right, for once.

“I love you” he blurted in a gust of passion, even scaring himself. The confession came to him much too easily, but didn’t feel like it belonged in his mouth. He broke their kiss to move his lips to her neck, heart pounding in his chest. Although his hands were always rough, this time, he felt himself trying his damndest to show her how much she meant to him, so desperate to let her know. He'd thought those words before, sure. About Alt. About Rogue. About Kerry. But he'd never- fucking idiot!- never spoken them when he should have. When it mattered the most.

If he was dead, which he was strongly starting to suspect, he'd want her to know, almost- no, more than even his desire for revenge. 

Johnny wasn't too surprised. He'd always imagined plenty of women in his rendition of heaven - if he ever went, highly unlikely - but he'd never dared to picture V like this. He also never thought his heaven would be severely lacking this much booze and hard rock.

She giggled again and ran her hands over his arms, panting softly with pleasure as he explored her body. “As do I, John- I love you-” 

His lips reached further down her chest, earning a whine as he lovingly sucked and bit into her. What was up with him? It was so unlike John to be so wound up… The doctors had warned them, and he’d heeded their instructions to a T, rigorously following every precaution, but she'd missed his touch so terribly, and this time, it was electrifying - charged with a much different energy than she was used to, while still oddly familiar. This John was turbulent, chaotic, so eager to exteriorize his lust. It was a stark contrast to his usually calm, reserved self, but she adored him for it all the same. “I love you-” calling her Valerie, craving her so shamelessly… she blushed, curling her toes as his hands slid between her legs - she’d never seen this brash side to him, but there was something inside her that immediately fell for him all over again - “John- I love you, I love you-!”

Her grip on him tightened, but in a way that made his stomach drop ten feet below as her sudden coughing fit reeled him out of his reverie. He gently stopped everything he was doing, feeling a debilitating wave of panic course through him.

“Val? Hey, hey, hey, shhh, I got you, I'm here.”

She weakly smiled up at him through the stabbing pain in her chest. “What's with you today, John? You're acting strange.” Johnny didn't know what to say. He held her and stroked her hair, squeezing her hand in his. “...I don't know. I'm sorry.” “Don't apologize. I love every side of you.”

They held each other for what Johnny wished had been much, much longer than a few minutes, feeling his heart grow dangerously fond of… whatever this was. Wasn't he supposed to not follow the light? Well, shit. If this was heaven… he was glad he was dead. Free. He'd always been a selfish bastard, after all - never even thought he’d end up here, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, despite his instincts screaming otherwise. She always told him he was way too paranoid. His V.

“Was it the same nightmare again? I'm sorry to remind you…” she whispered into the crook of his neck, closing her eyes with a soft sigh as he rubbed her back. “You can talk to me about it, but only if you want to.” He pressed a kiss to V’s forehead, taking in a deep breath. “You were… real sick” he recalled the moment right before he passed out, trying to comfort her after a particularly bad Relic malfunction, when, truthfully, he was shitting himself with fear just as much. “Thought I'd lost you.”

He felt a few drops of moisture on his skin before his eyes widened. “What's wrong?” She shook her head and buried her face in his chest, whimpering as she clung to him as strongly as she could - which… wasn't very. “I'm so sorry, John. I'm trying to fight it. I'm trying my best.”

Johnny felt his heart tear itself in half - maybe a leftover sort of phantom sensation from Adam Smasher. Looking around, he finally noticed the stack of pills on the bedside table, the wheelchair and the IV stand. He caught the shine of the ring on his finger - wait, he never wore a ring on his - oh, no, no, no…

This wasn't no fuckin’ heaven. It was his own personal hell.

Having to watch V succumb to her sickness. Again. Because of him. A seemingly, shockingly non-fucked up version of them - except he’d still get her killed, in the end. His arms - both organic - held her so gingerly, like he was horrified to break her.

“No, Val, I'm - I’m sorry. But we'll fight this thing together, I swear.” “John… when I'm gone-” “No. You're here. With me. And I’m never letting go.” She let his love ease her worries away, like it did every time. “I love you, John.” “I love you, too, Valerie, with every damn fiber of my being.” And I’ll fuckin’ wrestle Death itself with my bare hands if it even tried to do us part.

After they both dozed off for a while longer in each other’s arms, Johnny helped her take her medicine and get out of bed. With a sour taste in his mouth, he realized that he'd pushed her physical condition earlier with his stupid, selfish desire. 

She was fine to stand on her own, holding onto his arm as they made their way to the kitchen. He couldn't stop staring at her - but the more he did, the more disillusioned he became. She started to look more like his V when they’d first met, and even before that, like Agent V of Arasaka. The bags under her eyes, the hollows of her cheeks. 

But he knew. He’d felt it in his bones. It was so tangible when he kissed her - in his maddening hunger to make love to her - as much as he wanted or hated for it to be true, that wasn’t his V.

She took a seat at the kitchen table after putting a kettle on, and Johnny allowed himself a moment to take in his surroundings. It was very clear this wasn’t Night City - hell, wasn’t even 2077. His eyes landed on a picture of - holy shit, he hadn’t dared to look in a mirror yet, but it really did look just like him - a clean, rich, put-together version of him, at least, both him and V beaming up at him from their wedding photo. As much as it warmed his heart, it also felt like something shocked him to his core when he tried to pick the frame up, quickly setting it back down. Okay. Maybe he shouldn’t be obsessively staring at their bizarro doppelgangers. 

He rubbed his face with both hands, exhaling loudly. “This is insane” Johnny muttered, gazing through the window at the car parked outside. Really? A Mustang? He huffed with a hint of envy. This guy seems like a pretentious douche, other than bein’ the world’s greatest husband or whatever. His eyes landed on a wedding invitation, wide in horror.

Helen and John, 09/15/2009.

He felt like he was going to throw up as a prior conversation with V played out in his head, the kettle whistling at them off the stove.

“Alright, I gotta ask.” “Y’know, I really don’t think you do.” “What’s your middle name?” She’d already seen his full name at the Columbarium. Well, not that he considered it his anymore.

V pondered for a moment, narrowing her eyes at him. “Fine, I’ll bite. Don’t have one, but they were gonna name me Helen, after Helen of Troy. Mom wanted it to sound more like her name, so they went with Valerie instead.”

Johnny dropped to the couch with his hands still holding onto his head, letting out a shaky breath. “Christ.”

“John? Are you okay?”

Helen’s gorgeous visage met his eyes as she knelt in front of him, lifting his face with her hands, checking his temperature. “Oh, you’re burning up, angel!” Johnny longed so terribly to kiss her again, to feel her atop his chest for days, to have a million, trillion, infinite late mornings like this one. To tell her she was his angel. But that wasn’t his wife. Fuck - she didn’t even know ‘im, he had no right. And god damn it, did this fuckin’ guy’s name really have to be John? It made this so much harder than it should be.

He placed a hand over hers with a bittersweet feeling. “I’ll be fine, Helen. Just got dizzy for a sec.”

She let out a small sigh of relief. “Ah, there he is! My sweet husband. I was really starting to worry.” Helen sealed their lips with another kiss that he no longer had the courage to return, letting her take his hand and lead him to the kitchen table. “Tea?” “Sure, in a sec. I… gotta wash my face.” “Don’t be long, I’m making your favorite! Eggs and toast.” Eggs and toast? Really? This fuckin’ guy… he couldn’t be more vanilla if he tried. “Mmm, sounds delicious, thanks.” He wanted to call her honey, baby, a pet name, anything - but his throat dried up at the thought. “Don’t mention it, my love.”

Johnny wandered through the house, taking note of all the little mementos of their love. The more he witnessed, the worse his nausea got, finally opening the right door that led him to a simple yet opulent bathroom. He turned the faucet on, gripping the sink; when his eyes darted upwards, someone else was staring back at him with a murderous intensity that scared him shitless. It was him, but wrong. Hair combed back, expensive all-black suit, splatters of blood on his face. Ugh, he almost looked like a ‘Saka lapdog. The running water buzzed in his ears.

“Get away from my wife” his own voice threatened from beyond the mirror. Johnny stumbled backwards. “Oh, what in the Freaky fuckin’ Friday -  I don’t want your wife, dipshit! Just wanna get back to my own.”

When he blinked, bizarro-him was gone, leaving Johnny with a splitting headache that distracted him from what he’d just said. He finally neared the sink again, splashing his face with a cold sensation; but this time, he blinked the water out of his eyes to find himself in a hospital room, face to face with Helen. Except… she was gone. And even though he knew, he KNEW, it wasn’t his Valerie, it still tore him to pieces.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this SHIT, no, NO fuckin’ chance, GET ME THE HELL OUTTA HERE!” he howled, knocking his chair back. He picked it up and started thrashing the hospital room, shattering everything in his way. Staff rushed in, attempting to restrain him by force as he kicked and screamed at the top of his lungs, deafened by the flatline of Helen’s heart monitor. “I won’t fuckin’ look at her, you hear me, YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD, SABURO? HUH? I WON’T PLAY YOUR SHITTY FUCKIN’ MIND GAMES! THIS WON’T HAPPEN, EVER, I WON’T FUCKIN’ LET IT, NOT AGAIN!”

“Earth to jackass?”

Johnny felt the oxygen halt in his lungs as V’s voice reached him, calming his fit of rage. His voice came out as a shaky strain of desperation. A prayer.

“V?”

The grogginess taking hold of Johnny lessed its grip just in time for him to be met with a stinky tshirt clinging to his face. He let out a disgusted noise and pulled it off, watching V sort her laundry by the window in Megablock H10.

Nibbles woke as well, having previously been curled at his side, stretching lazily and jumping on the back of the couch to nuzzle Johnny’s face.

“You good? Couldn’t tell if you were havin’ a wet dream or a horrific nightmare. Was about to wake you up, although I did consider lettin’ you sleep in case it was the second option.”

Johnny’s hand reached to give Nibbles a few headrubs, earning a happy string of purrs as he rolled his eyes. An insurmountable amount of relief washed over him, feeling the nightmare scenario slowly dissipate into the back of his mind. He couldn’t help disappearing and reappearing, a hiccup that happened sometimes when he experienced a really strong feeling.  Thank. Fuck.

This. This felt right.

This was his V, and he wouldn’t want her any other way.

“Couldn’t imagine a sweeter wife” he grumbled in spite of the smile plastered on his face as he watched her. The sun crept in through the window, draping her in that intimate warmth he remembered so fondly. As if she registered his words, she curiously glanced at him, immediately taken aback by the lovestruck look on his face. She had to spew some sort of bullshit out before her heart leapt out of her chest.

“Ew, stop it!” “Stop what?” “Lookin’ at me, like- like that!”

He did not, in fact, stop, and V felt a blush bloom across her face. “Fine, whatever! Be a fuckin’ creep.” She looked away, pursing her lips to contain a smile as her body blocked the image of her lovingly caressing the dog tags around her neck with the tips of her fingers.

“Love you too” Johnny retorted, bringing his arms up behind his head as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He was having a much harder time than usual draping that tone of nonchalance over his voice. Although masked as a stupid joke, the words still stirred something inside of her. He felt a weight shift off his chest. A part of it, at least. Love, huh? Maybe he could get used to saying it. Maybe he could even stop parading it as sarcasm one day. Preferably before it was too late.

“Shut up” she barked at him, but he could hear the amusement hidden beneath. “Ah, c’mon! Admit it, V! You’re madly in love with me. Happens to the best of us.” “Yeah, ‘boutta serve you a knuckle sandwich made with a whole lotta love if you don’t stop pissin’ me off.” “Speakin’ of-” “I’m not makin’ your stupid fuckin’ mac ‘n cheese again! What the hell’s up with you today? You’re worse than usual.”

Man, he wanted to kiss her so fuckin’ bad sometimes. Shit, shit!, do not let her hear you think that.

“Just had a bad dream is all.” “Yeah? This ain’t bad enough of a dream for you?” 

Not if I can still save you.

“Man, you should’ve seen her - chick in my dream. Absolute babe. Had the hots for me like no other.” “Oh, I’m sure she did, grandpa. You know, there’s this nice house down the street, think you’d love it there.” “Real funny, V. Boutta piss myself laughin’.” “Yeah… they got diapers for that.”

He relished the sound of her voice, of her prickly retorts as they bickered, of her laughter, his eyes lost in the beauty of her day-old makeup, of the messiness of their apartment, of the guitar rested against the wall. Of their cat, their iguana, of the ashtray full of cigs smoked away while they talked for hours, of the dirty bowl of mac n cheese in the sink. The beauty of the Johnny + V tattoo on her arm, of the clink of his dog tags around her neck, like a wind chime on a hot summer day. 

Fuck, Valerie. I am in love with you. And I won’t let you die on me. a/n: wow, if you read the whole thing, thanks so much and I really hope you liked it!! this was SOOO fun and also makes me really wanna start a John Wick fanfic too ajfsdjfsd I have so many ideas for an oc. ps, their wedding date is the same as the one on the fake virtual marriage certificate my partner made for us a few months after we met, haha. been five years since (we're not actually married/engaged irl yet lol) <3 Ar lath ma, Vhenan.