#yeah he was ahahahahaha

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWRITE: DAY TWENTY 7…….Hail!

‘It’s you who we celebrate! So welcome home!’

in another attempt to find her family tree, babycorn takes off with tilika to ishgard to find out more about her grandma  unfortunately ishgard is a very big place and its not very easy to find people...

Babycorn grabbed a pile of snow from the ground and rolled it around her gloved hands. “Heh heh heh…” Babycorn laughed to herself as she rolled the snow into a perfectly spherical snowball. Her aim was on Tilika as she was currently busy looking past a high balcony to the rest of Ishgard around them.

Babycorn had already taken four snowballs from Tilika since getting to Coerthas. There was just something about the region that brought out the instinct in both of them to destroy each other in a snowball fight. As of now Babycorn had gotten zero hits in but that was about to change with just one little snowball.

She aimed carefully, making sure that Tilika was in her sights. “Hyaa!” Babycorn shouted as she threw the snowball directly at her cousin.

The snowball went over Tilika and fell down into the ravine below. “Oh wow!” Tilika watched it closely as it fell, “That one almost got me! Did it go right between my ears? They did feel kind of cold!” Tilika turned around to reveal her own snowball in her hands.

Babycorn gulped, looking around for any place to duck down and hide. Ultimately she would choose to just run but just as she began to run in place to build up speed, she was hit square in the face with a snowball.

“And that’s five! That’s game!” There had been no points decided ahead of time but Tilika was starting to feel bad about Babycorn’s zero points.

“Fiddlesticks!” Babycorn sat up and picked up a pile of snow from the ground with full intention of angrily biting into it. She was stopped when Tilika ran over and lowered her arm down while she shook her head.

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Tilika and Babycorn were not in Ishgard for no reason.

They had been planning the trip here for a few days now after Tilika had figured out that part of Babycorn’s family actually had come from Ishgard. Her grandma on her papa’s side was actually from Ishgard! 

Unfortunately Tilika still couldn’t figure out where exactly Babycorn’s grandma was but a lead was still a lead.

“Do you think my grandma lives somewhere here?” Babycorn was taping her hands in rhythm on a table in the Forgotten Knight. The pair decided they would stop to eat the food they packed for the day. Babycorn suggested they eat it here and not in the bitter cold outside.

Babycorn’s eyes trailed over to the corner where she usually ran into Sidguru and Rielle. She was hoping they would be here so they could meet Tilika but both of them were mysteriously absent. Oh well… But she was really hoping Tilika would be able to meet more of her friends.

“Well…She could…?” Tilika wasn’t too confident that they would run into Babycorn’s grandma or other relatives just out of the blue. Given that Babycorn was the famous Warrior of Light, any relatives that did know she was related to them would probably have made themselves known a long time ago. Unless there was some bad blood between them and given that Babycorn’s father was raised in Gridania there was a chance that was the case.

“Your father grew up in Gridania so chances are that she’s still living there.” Tilika explained.

Babycorn almost spilled her juice in surprise, “What?! Then what are we doing here?! Shouldn’t we be looking over there?!”

“I just wanted to get a feel for where she used to live! I used to do things like this all the time back when I was looking for your mama!”

“Really?!” Babycorn couldn’t argue with the results. It was only a horrible twist of fate that Tilika had discovered Aleria’s location far too late for her to help.

Babycorn picked up her juice and took a loud slurp of it. It was orange juice! Her favorite! “I never would have thought me and Cherry had family in Ishgard! I could have talked to any of them back when we first got here and I wouldn’t even have known!” Not that Babycorn really talked to anyone back then. She mostly spent her days back then dealing with dragons or fighting the church.

At first Babycorn understood Tilika’s explanation of her having family in Ishgard as her being from Ishgard. Which sent her spiraling down into believing that she was born in Ishgard. It was only after bragging to all of her friends about how she could be getting her Elezen growth spurt at any time did Babycorn find out she was born somewhere not in Ishgard.

Which meant no growth spurt.

Unless the Elezen part of her family tree suddenly decided to grant her a miracle.

Tilika took a bite of her sandwich that Babycorn had prepared for her herself. After taking out the lollipop chunks from the ham it (no surprise) tasted better. “That’s probably the case! It could really be anyone…” None of the people Tilika passed by really screamed Babycorn’s family to her. If anyone would recognize more of Babycorn’s cousins it would be her coolest and greatest cousin number #1!

(title given to her personally by cherrypit. Tilika cried for an hour after cherrypit granted her a handmade certificate with that title written on it)

“That’s really scary Tilika!”

“Huh?” Tilika was caught off guard. What Babycorn said sounded bad but for some reason she was smiling.

“I remember Alphinaud had to explain some things that we learned. I didn’t really know why it was really bad for Ishgardians to drink dragon blood until he did!”

“Uhhh…Why was it bad….?” Tilika was almost afraid to ask. She would assume that drinking blood of any kind would be bad but what made drinking dragon blood really bad?

“If they drink it-some of them turn into dragons!” Babycorn demonstrated this as best as she could by raising her arms in the air and baring her teeth.

Tilika was at a loss for words.

Babycorn noticed that Tilika had gone eerily quiet. “What’s wrong? I didn’t scare you did I? I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!” Having been victim to too many scary stories in her lifetime, the last thing Babycorn ever wanted to do was scare someone else with her own story.

“No! I mean-! I’m fine just…Thinking about something.”

That something was about the rumors of a young Lalatov going around and joking he could turn into a dragon. There couldn’t be any sort of truth to that…could there…?

“Now that I know that I’m a little part Ishgardian I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t drink that cup of dragon blood me and Cherry found huh?” Babycorn laughed. It was back during their investigations of finding more about Ysayle. Babycorn raised a glass of it to her mouth until Estinien knocked it out of her hands in blind fury.

It was scary at the time but now it was kind of funny.

Tilika’s eyes were wide with fear.

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Babycorn and Tilika were walking through some more of Ishgard again. None of them were really looking for anything, so much as just taking in the sights.

It was Tilika’s first time in Ishgard so Babycorn was doing her best to point out the most interesting sights to her. Babycorn pulled on Tilika’s coat and pointed at a fountain, “That’s the fountain me and Cherry always played in!” Memories of splashing together and running around the fountain water floated around in Babycorn’s mind.

“Wasn’t it cold?” Tilika couldn’t imagine the fountain would be warm in this weather.

“Oh totally! But it was way funner than it was cold!”

“Ah…” Tilika was on her way to joining the club of Wondering how the hell Babycorn and Cherrypit had managed to survive living the way they did. Given what they got up to sometimes it was almost a miracle they made it this far.

Babycorn’s attention was suddenly drawn to someone coming out of a building she frequented. She never could remember the names of buildings, just what was in it. She recognized this building as being where Aymeric usually was.

And who else could it be...but Aymeric! Out and about for a rare stroll around Ishgard.

“Oh! Aymeric! Hi! Hi! It’s me!” Babycorn suddenly stopped, “Tilika! That’s Aymeric over there! We adventured together for a little! We’re friends!” Babycorn still wasn’t sure what Aymeric’s new job was but she felt really bad for him. He always sounded sad that his job never seemed to give him any free time.

“Huh?”

Tilika looked up from the fountain to see who Babycorn was talking about. Her heart skipped a beat and her face was overcome with a warm blush. The guy Babycorn was talking about looked…really cute?!

Who was he?! Oh, right Babycorn had said his name was Aymeric. And now Aymeric was waving this way!? Was he waving to her or Babycorn?? Wait, probably both of them! Of course! Tilika slowly waved back and laughed in embarrassment. She turned her head to try and hide in the fluff of her coat.

The next thing Tilika knew there was a snowball on her face.

“Gottem!!” Babycorn was standing on top of the fountain, she was almost standing right in front of Tilika. How Tilika hadn’t noticed that was most likely due to Aymeric. “That’s one point for Babycorn! Woohoo!” Babycorn then slipped on some water and fell back into the fountain, knocking herself out.

Tilika looked down, snowball still on her face, and sighed.

Aymeric walked back the way he came from to call for help.

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From a dark corner, a young Elezen peeked at the scene in front of them.

“That couldn’t be her…could it?” they whispered to themselves. They picked up their dress and began their run back home. They technically were still forbidden to talk to her, even if most of her family had no idea their cousin was the Savior of Ishgard.

Their family probably wouldn’t take it as well as they did.

[despairforme]

Toby talks like "kids these days" as if they aren't like what, 28, a millennial

❝ I know, right? Even treats me like I'm younger... ❞

[katyspersonal]

Also remember how Chalice Dungeons have fallen armored Cainhurst warriors (check portrait of a guy in golden armor) and swords+shields all over?

I feel like they were just average Cainhurst warriors, but they appeared to be uneffective against agile beasts! Lore outright says heavy armour and shields don't do. So Gehrman, since he WAS the first hunter, appeared to instruct them on more effective techniques! Maria would be the first to adopt his teachings with trick weapon + lighter armor, and so Cainhurst Knights were inspired by that (though adopted more Fancy and Pomp (TM) style with gems and bright colors and all)

So, my current interpretation is that Maria was one of that type of warriors with golden heavy armor and shield initially, but? Seeing how well adjusted Cainhurst got and how she died young (unless that's vaaaampire aaage maaagic~), that might arguably work even better if she met him as a child, or at least a teen and already wanted to help to fight too and train under him! So normie Knights were first, and she just developed her own drip - the one that would not make Gehrman and others scoff at looking unnecessary pomp, heh. And basing it after male Knights to be taken more seriously by her senpai and maybe also because female Knights tiny hat is ridiculous hfjghgbbj

Like I am actually tempted to retract my idea with romantic subplot failing miserably from either side because him meeting her since very young age works better! ELONGATING the backstory. So yeah, developing more (grand)fatherly feelings for her DOES work even better - as well as letting her get on the dark path on his own rather than picking up someone who is already a warrior! It just makes 'he HAS regrets' even more saturated and painful, more pain is always better! Also if little/teen Maria used to wear clothes very similar to how Doll is dressed that'd be IQ over 900000 move x) He just attempted to recover that innocent girl vibe he ruined in his despair y'all...

[love-belle]

i should hate u !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them using shady captions to communicate and the media and fans being confused.

or

for when you loved them too much. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader

sequel - today and tomorrow and every day after that ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - hello!!! i really hope u like this <3 i was initially gonna do daniel ricciardo one first but i already had 1/2 of this done so i just decided to post this :) thank u sm for reading <3 i love u

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f1news y/n y/l/n and max verstappen called it quits almost a month ago and it seems like they didn't end on good terms at all. the singer, at her london show last night, threw shade at her ex-boyfriend, saying and we quote, "the next song wouldn't have been possible without this one dude who inspired it obviously. so — here's 'i should hate you'. spoiler alert, i do. thank you!" the reason for the split is still unknown but sources who claim to be close to the pair said that 'it was bound to happen — with their different goals and plans for the future," seemingly referring to the talks that y/l/n wanted to get married and verstappen didn't. both of them have yet to comment on the situation. for more details, click on the link in our bio.

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[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

PLZ MORE SILLY VEES HEADCANONS THE LAST ONES MADE MY DAYYYYY

Okay okay I'll try to squeeze a little bit more silly of me, just for you, Anon <333 Because I love making people happy uwu

Velvette and Valentino sometimes end up doing lines of coke off Vox's screen when they're out of flat surfaces. It usually goes something like this:

Vox, look, what's that on the ceiling?! Okay, wait, now don't move... OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Chill, it's not like you don't use my body for your pleasure. Yeah, God gave you this flat face for a reason. We all have our purpose

Valentino is kinda like that friend who went to therapy once and only remembered the part where his feelings and boundaries are super important.

Stop being mean to me! I'm not being mean, I just told you not to kill that waiter. I have FEELINGS. *sigh* We know, Val. AND YOU ARE MAKING THEM S A D. We know, Val.

Valentino once came up with the idea that Vox's pornstar name should be voXXXy. He keeps bringing it up every once in a while, still hoping Vox will agree to have a cameo in one of his movies.

Vox once surprised Valentino with this cheeky red lingerie set. When Val caught on it was basically a Sexy Alastor Costume, Vox ended up couch-surfing for a week.

Whenever Vox doesn't pay enough attention to him, Valentino messes with his Excel sheets, inserting random '69' or '420' here and there, or pasting some of his sexy photos in Vox's Very Important PowerPoint About KPIs.

When Velvette is bored, she comes up with the dumbest ways to die and then asks her succubi friends (since succubi are some of the demons legally allowed to travel to the mortal realm) to start them on TikTok. She's incredibly proud whenever she learns that some soul ended up in hell because of her challenges.

This one time, stumbling home after a party, Vox was like:

Val, Vel, you guys can draw, right? How 'bout I pay you hundred bucks for a big-ass graffiti? What graffiti BIG! Saying what? FUCK ALASTOR AHAHAHAHAHA *hick*

They were cackling like evil children while painting it. It is still there somewhere in Pentagram City, absolutely beautiful.

Vox likes to come up with silly names for his products that are almost cartoonishly evil, because he's a silly evil guy. So, he will market those Cereal Killers to the kids in hell.

[2hoothoots]

new comic is done!! this one was a DOOZY and i changed my workflow like six times, but in the end i think it came together really nice! it's, uh, probably the last longer one i'm gonna do for a while, though :P

i'll probably add a little step-by-step in a reblog tomorrow. for now, catch the transcript under the cut!

Vanishing Act, over the intercom: So sorry I can't stay and watch you be devoured by pyro-sharks, but I've got my curtain call to make... and the audience are simply dying to see me. Ciao, agents! Or should I say... CHOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!

(Caught in one of Vanishing Act's villainous death traps, agents Zanotto and Aquato find themselves hanging by a thread in... "LOVE BITES!")

(sfx: Clink, clink)

Lili: Welp. At least now you've got an excuse to miss Franke and Kitty's wedding.

Raz: Oh, my GOD. I can't believe you're still going on about that.

Lili: I don't get why you're being so stubborn about it!

Raz: Because Kitty's a jerk and I hate her.

Lili: That's not true.

Raz: Yes it is! That cruise ship mission we went on, she left me to barf my guts out for like two hours!

Lili: Well maybe you shouldn't have eaten all that shrimp!

Raz: Well MAYBE I didn't know it was POISONED!

(sfx: clink, clink)

Lili: ...c'mon, Raz. That's not the only reason, is it?

Raz: I guess I just... I feel weird about it, y'know? It makes me think about us.

Lili: Wow. Way to make things all about you.

Raz: Oh, c'mon, you know that's not what I meant.

Lili: Well what do you mean?

Raz: It just... sometimes, I...

Raz: Relationships are - complicated, right? I'm happy for them, but it makes me think about our own relationship. And how there are... milestones, and - and certain expectations, and... and marriage is... well, it's...

(He sighs)

Raz: Ow.

(sfx: BONK)

Raz: There's give on my right wrist.

Lili: Can you pass it under?

Raz: One second...

Lili: Alright. Just gotta get my legs free...

Lili: Hey. D'you... want to get married?

Raz: ...no. No, and I feel - terrible about it.

Raz: Because I - because we don't have a traditional relationship. And I don't want to have that with you. I like how we are now. But then I see other people our age getting married, and it makes me worry that... that I'm letting you down, or not doing enough as your boyfriend, and that - that maybe you deserve someone who...

Lili: Raz?

Raz: Yeah?

Lili: I love you.

Raz: I love you too.

Lili: You're being stupid.

Raz: I know.

(sfx: paf)

Lili: ...listen. We should talk about this. But, uh, maybe not in the pyro shark death trap.

Raz: ...huh. Y'know, these are great whites. You can't keep them in a tank. They need the space of open water.

Raz: Which means I'll bet anything that this... leads to the ocean.

Lili: Then let's get a move on. We've got a party to crash.

[crezz-star]

Jean is the most handsome oc omggggg hopefully you don’t mind a question about him? In the last art you posted of him his fingers are smudged with graphite - is that from him drawing or a result of his devil fruit? Does he accidentally (or teasingly lol) leave smudges behind when he touches people/things? Ahhhhh he’s really so darling thank you for sharing 🥰

CrezzStar:

✨Kira kira yoho! ✨

Hello!

Thank you! I'm glad to know you like him (❤´艸｀❤) !!! For the question, I will let Jean answer!

" I can leave smudges only If I want to, yeah. Unless you have sea water, I can make it so it can't be removed. It's funny watching people get frustrated and try their damnednest to smudge it off with some cloth. Even making their skin turn red. Ahahahahaha! 'course, wouldn't keep it there any more if they start to hurt themselves or cry. By then I would already feel bad. ahaha..... "

[krirebr]

For Krismas - what would Steve have done in “What you can do for your country” if once reader found out whyyyy she was there she was totally into it?!?!?!

Ahahahahaha! I love this. Thank you!

Short answer: He'd be so annoyed.

Slightly longer answer:

(This has no title because the original title is from a JFK quote 😂 and I'm saving the rest of that quote for a hypothetical prequel I may write one day and I just couldn't make anything else work. I think it's fine, this is super short anyway.)

(This might be the most ridiculous thing I've ever written.)

Pairing: dark!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Warnings: references to noncon/dubcon, references to face slapping, references to kidnapping, explicit language, dacryphilia

Your cheek stings so badly and Steve’s looking at you with this combination of menace and authority and you just can’t hold it in any longer. “Ohhhh,” you moan, “yeah, please. Hurt me, daddy.”

He stops cold, “What?”

“Come on, please. I need it. Please. You’ll make it hurt so good. Please, I want it!”

He stands up, aghast. “You want it???”

You’re a little confused now, not seeing what the problem is here. Maybe he just wants you to beg more. “Yeah, I want it. Come on, please. Please. I’ll make it so good.” You realize maybe the ‘daddy’ was the problem. That’s fine. You’re flexible. So flexible. “Please, Captain.”

“What the fuck!” he yells, pacing to the other side of the closet. “Why are you trying to ruin this for me??” he whines. 

“I’m saying I’m cool with it! It sounds great. Really good plan!”

“Shut the fuck up! I need to fucking think.”

You do as you’re told (see?! You’re so perfect for this!), and watch as he moves back and forth in the small space. Finally, he stops, takes out his phone, presses a few buttons, and holds it up to his ear. After a couple of moments, he speaks. “Buck! I need your help.” 

A pause while the other person speaks. “Yeah, I’m with her right now.”

Whatever Buck has to say has him shaking his head vigorously. “No! She’s not reacting right at all!” 

“Yes! I hit her in the face and gave the whole speech and do you know what she said to me? She said, ‘Hurt me, daddy!’ What the fuck?!”

A longer pause this time, and then he puts his free hand on his hip and says “No, Bucky, this is not a blessing in disguise! She was supposed to be afraid! And cry! That was 80% of the appeal. Not whatever this is!”

He throws a hand in the air. “I’m not kink-shaming!”

He’s pacing again, running a hand through his hair compulsively. “Do you think–” he starts and stops and tries again. “Do you think they’d let me give her back? And maybe get me a new one? – I don’t know. That girl at the floral shop is cute and small. I saw a customer make her cry once. Real pretty tears,” he says with a bit of a groan.

You pout, still chained to the corner. Sonuvabitch, you almost had it made.

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[ohbo-ohno]

ngl every time i think about the resder being made to play 'puppy kitty' with soap for the first time i imagine johnny excitedly trying to explain that he's the pup, right? and you're the kitten, and all you gotta do is play your role, lass. just be a kitten, yeah? purr and meow and rub against his legs and such. and the reader goes 'oh, like this?' and knocks a water glass off of the counter while maintaining eye contact with johnny the entire time.

ahahahahaha i am NORMAL (!) about this. my heartbeat is at a normal speed. not thinking any weird thoughts pinky promise

gets soooo excited at the prospect of having a kitty to play with :( just beaming and squirming a little in his place by simon's knees, staring up where you're curled in simon's lap. "c'mon, lass, it'll be fun. just purr for me, huh? maybe play a little? pleaseee, promise i'll make it good." and you're just like. what. no. why would i do that????

but johnny is nooot letting it go. calls every little moan you make a purr (purr for me n shit like that) and is always like... batting at you. shoving you around a little playing rough like all the time. says you look like a cozy little kitten when you curl up on the couch. gives you glasses of milk just randomly all the time no matter how much you snarl (hiss) at him about it

brings home a big ol' wicker basket, beams at you. seems more comfortable than the crate, yeah? wouldn't you rather curl up in a nice pile of blankets in a nice basket then a tiny little cramped cage :( (simon rolls his eyes a little at that one)

maybe johnny sorta mimicks the behavior he wants you to emmulate. buts his cheek against yours, guides you by the hair to do the same for him. pets from your head all the way down your back, feels like he's won the lottery when you groan long and low

gets really pushy about it when you're having sex. rails you and just begs in your ear "please, kitty, c'mon, just meow - just a little one, huh? please lass-" and you refuse to do it. works poor johnny up, he can't seem to come :(

so maybe simon huffs about it, leans real close to your face, says smth like "meow, baby. be good for johnny, huh? give him what he wants and i'll let you come." and he's smirking a little, the bastard, but you know he's not playing around when it comes to denying you so you let out a tiny, almost imperceptible mewl.

johnny throws his head back and groans, thrusts getting sloppy. but simon's smirk only grows, and he says "don't think johnny heard that, kitty. do it again."

makes you keep meowing over and over again until you stop having to be told :( just making little kitty noises all on your own when he rubs your clit for you :(

[tickling-giggles]

may i please have a drabble of ler miles and pav getting revenge on a lee hobie? thank you!!

Cool? More like Cute

TW: wee bit of swearing

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“Pav let me up” Hobie demanded. “ Eh sorry no can do Hobs” Pav shrugged his shoulders smiling at Hobie who was currently trapped underneath his webs. “Yo Miles can you remove Pav’s webs for me” he called to Miles.

“No dude” Miles smiled at him. “Don’t make me kick both of your asses especially you Pav” He squinted at both of them before looking directly at Pavitr. “Woahhh see me personally, I wouldn’t let no one speak to me like that but hey that’s just me though” Miles instigated.

“It’s okay Miles he’s only acting like this because he’s in his Cool, Emo, Bad boy phase” Pav rolled his eyes smiling at Miles.

“I’ve always been cool and you know it now let me up” Hobie corrected Pav, as he once again demands to be released. “Ah ah ah not until you’ve had your daily dose of laughter” Miles chimes in as he began to tickle his sides.

“Jokes on you kid I’m not ticklish” Hobie scoffed smirking at the boy. “He’s a liar Miles he’s ticklish, you just gotta tickle him here first and then he’ll be ticklish everywhere else” Pav explained as he kneeled down near his feet.

“Pav I swear on spiders if you tickle me I’ll beat you to a bloody pulp” Hobie threaten as he eyed Pav’s fingers wiggling near his foot. “That’s a new one too bad it didn’t work” Pav giggled, as he locked his around his ankle and began lightly scratching his foot.

“P-Piss off Pahav”

“Uh was that a giggle I just heard?” Miles teased. “Sh-shut it kihid Pahahav k-knock it offehe” Hobie began to crack letting his giggles slip out.

“Never this is a adorable moment I can’t let go to waste” Pav giggled as he scribbled faster.

“Stahahap ihihit”

Miles began rapidly squeezing his sides. “Mihihihiles stohohop it ahahaha”. “Why does it tickle too much already?” Miles teased. “Nohoho you suhuhuck at teheheheasing”

Miles took offense to that and by random he just gave his knee caps a quick squeeze which rewarded him some pitchy laughter from hobie.

“hahaAHAHA WAHAHAIT AHAHAHAHAHA MILEHEHEHES” Hobie laughter jumped an octave. “Oh wow now you remember my name?” Miles scoffed.

“How cuteeeee” Pavitr cooed as he began to tickle his neck. “NAHAHAHA SHUT UHUHUP PAHAHAHAV IM NOT CUHUHUTE AHAHA”

“Oh yes you are super cute infact” Pav added on. “AHAHAHAM NAHAHAHAT IM COOL NAAHAHAAT CUHUTE”

“Oh yeah?” Miles smirked as he lifted up his leg and tickled the behind his knees. “OHOHO MY GASHAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* FUHUHUCK YOHOHOOHU AHAHAHA”

“oh my gosh wait that was cute” miles teased shocked at the fact he made Hobie snort. “Cool? More like Cute” Pav teased some more.

“STAHAHHAAP PLEAHAHAHAHASE”

“Ok alright don’t want to be minus a spider-man” Miles giggled as him and Pav ended the tickles.

“Yohou both are so deahad” Hobie giggled as he was catching his breath.

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welcome to the hydraulic press channel

[Begin comic description:

Scene begins with Kokichi and Kaito during the offscreen Hangar Scene of Chapter 5. Kokichi, having been shot and poisoned, lay on his back on a hydraulic press. The first panel shows him from the side, with Kaito out of view behind machinery. Presumably, they are in the moments before enacting Kokichi's plan.

KOKICHI: "Momota-chan?"

KAITO: "Ouma?"

KOKICHI: "Before I die (which should be very shortly). I... need you to tell me something."

Zoom out. The camera focuses on the distance between the press and the control balcony. Kaito responds, "If robots didn't already have them I'm sure Miu—" Kokichi cuts him off. "Not that."

Zoom back in on a deliriously bemused Kokichi, who is slowly pulling the portion of Kaito's coat that will be trapped with him under the press over his still-bleeding right shoulder. "Did she hit it?"

Three small panels in succession show a confused close-up of Kaito's face: "... What?" as Kokichi fires back "On my jacket... the stitches make an 'X' pattern on the back!" Kokichi holds his crossed index fingers over his head, the intersection highlighted in purple-pink.

Cut to Kaito at the control panel of the hydraulic press, leafing through Kokichi's planning notebook with rigid shoulders and a determined expression. Meanwhile, from his position below, Kokichi less speaks to Kaito than in his general direction: "I'm such a nice murder victim, Momota! Ahahahahaha, I even showed her where to aim!"

Kaito is mildly alarmed as he hears a weak "Nishishishishi" from the press as Ouma loses steam, and he cringes as it progresses into a cough so severe it jars the outline of the speech bubble from its background with an overlain spatter of purple-pink blood. Kaito looks away from the press and toward the toilet where the two earlier attempted to flush Ouma's clothes and disrupt the future crime scene. A close-up confirms that the crossbow bolt went through between the large 'X'-shaped stitches on the back of Ouma's jacket, not through the center of an 'X'. Kaito sighs, and mumbles. "Oh, Maki...."

Regaining enough resolve to smile (and, perhaps, taking a few notes from Kokichi), Kaito forces a thumbs-up gesture Ouma cannot see. He lies through his teeth to comfort the dying kid with a morbid joke he just knows Ouma will prefer to any platitudes: "Yeah."

Kokichi, laying with his head tilted to one side and having determined he is isolated and out of view enough to cry, expresses genuine shock as he listens to Momota go on.

"She got it. 'Dead' center, Kokichi."

Ouma, crossing his arms over his chest as though he were to be lain in a casket, looks up at the top of the press with tears in his eyes. Even now, he forces himself to grin (or, since the expression is deep enough to affect his eyes, it may just be real. Dead men never need to tell.) "H-eh. Nice." His thoughts resound around the panel, unspoken. "but... I know that was a lie. Am I... proud?"

The camera pans over to a side-view of a sobbing Kaito and the shadow of an Exisal behind him as Kokichi's thoughts continue: "M-Maybe Mr. Luminary of the Stars..."

The final panel shows a side-profile view of a relaxed Ouma horizontally on the press, the sleeve of Kaito's coat dangling over the side behind him. He has one hand still crossed over his chest as the other lay palm-down at his side. His eyes have closed, perhaps for the last time. He smiles.

"wasn't so boring after all."

"Goodnight...."

End description.]

[copperpaulie]

"Take one step, and I will keep you forever." CHAPTER 1 Word count: 6.6k Abby x fem!reader SYNOPSIS:

Flawed, confused, scared. We're human after all. You, the character, and Abby share something that was lost a few years back, a friend and a father. You looked up to your mentor considering you were all alone, and the fireflies were kind enough to give you a place to stay. When he was gone, part of you shattered, and so did Abby. Although both of you haven't formally met before the incident at Jackson, you both share something: loss. But you had different ways to express it. Fast forward to now, you guys grew closer, knowing each other a little more deeper, and intimate-- and maybe, just maybe, the feeling of loss fades away. Heavily based on the game, all characters except y/n belong to Naughty Dog's The Last of Us 2 TRIGGER WARNING! : Violence, language, mentions of death P.S.

English is so not my best language, and this is actually my first time writing... so, bear with me ahahahahaha.................

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SEATTLE - DAY 1

You wake up. Drenched. It's probably in sweat because of the humid air. But that was no excuse, you’re barely out of winter season. And as that thought drops, the cold finally hits you and you feel your body shiver. You can never guess the reason for the dampness whenever you're awake. Occasionally, it happens because of that darn dream that has invaded your thoughts ever since that incident. But whatever, let’s just pay it no mind. It already happened, and you're fully aware that you couldn't reverse it, even if you wanted to.

Now that you're wide awake, you can see the figure just opposite in your bed: Abby Anderson. Sitting.. no, sleeping on your couch in a painful hunched position that you even wince at the thought of the discomfort. As you move your way to lightly wake her up, A knock is heard at your room.

"'Ello, you guys in there?" That rough, foreign twang outside the door was not unfamiliar to you.

"Just a second..." You walk towards the door and get yourself greeted by someone who clearly just had the time of his life last night. You steal a sneaky glance at his neck and cringe.

"Dude, seriously?" You scoff with unbelief.

Manny raises a brow and scoffs back ... with more sass than you. "What?"

"Do you seriously have to show that thing as if it's a badge?" You glare at the reddish dot near his collar.

Manny scoffs and smugs, even more giddy than earlier. "Maybe you too, can get yourself this kind of treatment," Manny lightly bumps you on your right shoulder, before leaning his head deeper in the room to find something... or someone.

"Oh, there she is," Manny laughs, and you turn your head to look at the frozen figure. You look back at Manny to ask, "You here to pick her up?" Manny nods and walks past you, "Abby-"The brawny woman shocks herself up, knuckles clenched, almost as if she's ready to fight the man just before her. "Yo easy," Manny eased her, and Abby's raised hand just a moment ago reached her temple past her hair.

You knit your brows, worried. "Hey Abs, you good?" You walk to her and place your cold palm on her shoulder, causing her body to jolt and look in your direction, she sighs- a little painfully, and smiles, "Yeah.. just.." she brings herself up and winces at the new position she just did after a few hours of hunching in her sleep. She clears her throat, "What's up?"

Manny scans Abby's composure and replies "I've been searching everywhere for you. we're being called up, Isaac wants you at the front." Abby frowns and scowls "What... you serious?"

"'Afraid so, we should hustle." Manny shrugs and stifles a chuckle, observing the woman's expression that suggests she's on the verge of throwing a fit. Abby takes a glance at you and back to Manny. "We're leaving now?" She exclaims, almost as if she's whining. But, she won't allow you to see her do that. Not in a million years. "Yes, vamonos"

"Hey-" you cut in, "Am I also called?" Manny takes a while to comprehend what you meant and shakes his head. "Ah, sorry... Isaac only told me to give the word to Abby." With a disappointed yet still calm demeanor, you sigh and offer a smile.

Abby notices and places a soft grip on Manny's arm. "Hey, let her join." Manny shrugs nonchalantly, his tone casual as he responds, "Okay, fine by me."

Abby lifts herself from the embrace of the dusty leather couch and begins walking to the door. At the same time, you walk back to your unmade bed. She winces, her hand instinctively reaching for the area of discomfort at her neck. "Fuck, my neck." Manny hears that as a realization dawns on him, and turns around to face her. "Hey, thanks for giving me the room last night." Abby's lips form a smirk, releasing a chuckle, "Yeah, who was it this time? that... cook chick?""Nah- the weather chick." Manny replies, "She's down from the mountain."

"ohh... the scientist, nice." Abby laughs, her voice still showing a hint of drowsiness. "Eh, she's a little too excited about her job... talked my ear off about some storm and.. I dunno." Abby steals another glance at you, but this time she takes her time. You notice, but you got used to it, so it doesn't really bother you. You laugh at Manny and rest a hand on your hip. "Worth it, though?" And all Manny could reply to was hold an okay gesture on his hand and say, "Oh... absolutely. I can die happy now."

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On your way to the cafeteria, Manny puts his palm on Abby's shoulder, telling both of you that he'll check up on his dad. "Grab us some food?" Abby nods, "Yeah. On it." Manny turns to us whilst walking backward, "Get me something... con picante." Abby let out a scoff, "You get what you get."

Now it was just the two of you, an awkwardness filling the cold air. Luckily, Abby gets to be the one to break that. "Hey, so about last night..." You turn your head towards Abby, emitting a soft hum. "I just... wanna thank you for letting me crash in your place." she scratches her neck awkwardly, "You know Manny can be ... very inviting sometimes." Of course, you don't mind her staying the night-- but you do feel guilty that you let her sleep on the couch. "It's okay, you should've told me earlier. I would have prepared a spot to sleep for you." She stops, and so you just follow her lead. Abby moves closer, her steps producing a faint sound, and her blinking falters momentarily, lips forming a smirk, "So, I can stay as many times as I want...?" And that once cool demeanor that you held broke down. "W-wait what?? I mean- You cough, sure- no problem." Abby smiles, and a playful glint in her eyes appears, flashing a mischievous... yet rather gorgeou--

"Nice to see you too, Abby." Abby stops in her steps and turns to the figure right beside the both of you. "Oh shit, Jordan. I didn't see you there." A...nd this was now your chance to have a moment for yourself, you tap on Abby's shoulder to excuse yourself. "I'll excuse myself." Abby smiles and mouths a "Find Manny", before continuing her conversation with Jordan.

You navigate through the crowd, leading yourself past the bustling crowd until you spot Manny and Mr. Alvarez engaged in conversation. Catching their attention, you let out a soft smile in their direction. You walk up to them not long after you feel soft fingers linger in your locks. You jolt, and turn to your left... and to your right, you feel a tingle inside you. "Abby? That was quick." Abby chuckles and drops the hand on your hair and shrugs, "It was a quick chat- Hey, sir." She leans her body beside Mr. Alvarez.

"Ah... Abby!... and...?"

"Good mornin', sir." You maintain a smile, though a little hurt at your pride as Mr. Alvarez fails to acknowledge you, despite meeting each other often.

"How are you feeling?" Abby interrupts, thank God. It was awkward. "Fantas-tic. Would you please tell him to get rid of this?" Mr. Alvarez frowns, pointing his hands to Manny's dreadful beard.

Abby groans, "I've tried." Manny lights up in disbelief, both his hands in the air, "I look good" He says, convincing the people that it is. Truth is, it's not. "Te ves horrible." Mr. Alvarez grunts. Manny looks at his father and then at the both of you. "Bueno. We have to head out.""Keep him safe!" The aged man lets out a soft cry. Abby places her palm on Mr. Alvarez's shoulder, "For you, I will."

Abby, you and Manny walk your way to the queue, and you ask someone, "Hey, what are they serving today?"

"Burritos. Again."

"Okay..." You whisper, before following the line. Manny shouts your name, catching your attention. You look at his direction and see him cut in, first in line. "Hey, what are you doing?" He turns, to the worker to ask for four burritos. His behavior stoked anger in the queue, with some even openly expressing their frustration, and hurling insults at him. Feeling embarrassed, you approach him with your head hung low, unsure of how to deal with the awkwardness that hangs between your friend and the crowd. Abby, too, had a hard time dealing with both.

"Why do you have four? Put one back." Abby's voice cuts through the tension, her tone firm. "Now... Don't freak out, Mel's coming with us." You observe Abby's reaction. She lets out a huge sigh and frowns. You knew the relationship between Mel and her, and all you can describe it is. 'complex'. You can sense unspoken things between both of them, even from afar. But maybe getting the chance of seeing it up close, might help you understand... or even understand more of what you think of Abby. Even with her visible frustration, she keeps her thoughts guarded, leaving you to wonder what she thinks.

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After a quick walk to Abby's room, Manny suggests he grab Mel, Leaving just the two of you... again. Huh, you can never get Abby alone with you, not since what happened in Jackson. She was always occupied with either her assignments, mission, or Owen. But now, it's like you can get to know her deeper, with her hands completely... maybe not so completely, but she's free. You walk into the room, and Abby follows you as she closes the door. You let your eyes wander to the view before her room... and to that flashy bra just hanging by the rail. Abby also notices, walking towards the lingerie. "Scientist, huh?" She looks at you, with a playful smirk, before throwing it to her farthest left. "You know, I never seemed to notice you often... y'know, before you helped me out in Jackson." Her smile stutters, but she maintains her composure, although instead of a heartfelt smile, you see something that's a little forced. "Thanks, for that by the way."

You mirror her smile, "Yeah. I don't notice you that much either, glad we met. I enjoy your company."

Liar. You always notice her. 2 years ago, you creepily checked her schedule just to 'coincidentally' see her work. But of course, like you always tell yourself, 'I'm over that'. In all honesty, you never knew what made Abby so... intriguing. You can think of a lot of things that made her charming, but you're still stumped on how you got yourself fixated on her.

Abby beams a little after you spoke, she even hums a little as she descends the short stairs, her footsteps almost making a tune against the floor, as she makes her way to retrieve her backpack. "Hey-"

"Knock knock", Manny gets in the room, with Mel following behind him. "Ready to roll?"

"Yeah, just about." Abby glances at them before she goes back to looking at you, and returns from stuffing her stuff in her pack. Manny and Mel go down the stairs and approach Abby and you, the woman on your side offers a slight smile, not too welcoming, but not too hostile either. "Hi", She says to Mel. "Hey. And you, what's up?" Mel smiles, making a tired wave with her hand.

You shrug, "Nothing special."

"They actually cleared you for active duty." Abby picks herself up as she puts on her backpack.

"Barely", Mel chuckles, holding her protruded belly with a barely loose blouse. "You can probably get a stay if you ask," Abby says with a nonchalant tone.

"I'd rather not sit around if I don't have to." Manny and you, observe the scene unfold from the sidelines, your arms crossed in silence as you take in the awkward interactions before you.

"And Owen's okay with this?""Why would it be up to Owen?... Mel's brows furrow, We need to grab Alice on our way."

Mel's step pivots, walking towards the other door on the right.

What um... What a conversation. Abby had so much to say about Mel on our way to her room, but now it felt like she was a different person.

You and Manny approach Abby, clearly dumbfounded. "Hey," Manny leans in, and so do you, "Do better.".

Abby lets out a scoff and pushes both of you with barely enough strength. Manny and you laugh as you both follow Mel outside.

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"Alice takes shotgun!" Manny claims, "Mel's pregnant!" Abby retorts.

"She could use the fresh air! give you two a chance to talk."

an exasperated sigh escapes Abby's lips, as she reaches out a hand to you to support you from getting in the truck.

"Real subtle, Manny," she remarks with a hint of sarcasm, her frustration evident in her tone. You sense that you stay out of this, so you stop yourself from getting in the truck any deeper. "Maybe I can go with you guys next time." You smile, and Abby isn't very happy with that. Her brows furrowed with concern, silently urging you to stay. Gripping your hand a little tightly, she mouths, "Don't leave me". A very sorry sight you think to yourself... so, you sigh.

"But if... you guys don't mind..."

"Not at all." Mel swiftly responds, perhaps she's sensing the tension between her and Abby and just simply does not prefer to engage in any conversation with her at the moment. Abby pulls you up to the back of the truck, your steps almost wavering from the sudden force, But you managed to get on the cargo bed with no sign of embarrassment, Abby took part in making sure that didn't happen. ☆-☆

A few minutes pass, and Mel and Abby share conversations, you are sitting beside Abby, and Mel is just in front of you. Talking about Abby's difficulty getting herself to sleep soundly, you look at her out of worry, and she notices. She clears her thoughts and dismisses the topic by telling her she'll wear herself out by extra assignments, Mel murmurs something, and the both of you ask about it out of curiosity. Mel didn't light up the topic and simply resumed the few minutes of silence.

"What did you mean about me and Owen?"

"Um... Mel fidgets around before continuing, Haven't seen him in like two weeks." She clicks her tongue and leans a bit more towards the both of us. "He keeps picking up open assignments. Has he talked to you, did he say anything?"

It feels as if Mel's pride was hurt for having to ask the 'ex-girlfriend' how her partner could be doing well. You notice, but it's not like you can do anything to help. "No, we're still not-- I mean, I've seen him in the mess hall but... we walk around each other."

"Jackson shook him, you know, I wouldn't read too much into it."

And just after that, a gunshot fires below the cargo bed, its echo chilling the air. Instinctively, everyone from the back ducked, and Abby's palm landed on your head. "Kill the wolves!" One of the seraphites screamed, "They were waiting for us!" You cried, swiftly grabbing your weapon at your side. You manage to fire a shot, though with difficulty as you struggle against the jolting of the truck. Still, you managed to take out two. Abby took out the last one. But unknowingly, Manny drove straight to seraphite territory, greeting another batch of enemies. One of them from the top of a rustic vehicle, managed to throw out a Molotov cocktail straight to Manny's viewpoint. "I can't see!" He cries, steering the wheel rapidly in an unknown movement.

"Manny!" Abby screams, as Manny manages to avert the disaster... with even more disaster, by steering the wheel to the woods. With effort, you all disembark from the vehicle, surrounded by challenging terrain. Mel winces as she adjusts herself, her strain evident as she carefully dismounts the truck. "You okay?" You look at Mel,

"Yeah! Yeah." Mel attempts to soothe you, tone gentle and reassuring, but the panic just earlier drowns out that effort.

"Fuckin' Scars," Manny spits out.

"How far are we from the FOB?""It's a hike," Mel replies, her breathing stuttering.

A seraphite's whistle can be heard from a distance. So you walk towards and into the mossy building. "we're too exposed, let's get inside.""Let's make sure this place is secure."

Now, after an almost terrifying experience, with Abby almost squished to death, though that wouldn't have been possible, the four of you managed to enter a somewhat... oasis, compared to the claustrophobic and did I mention dark area? "Manny," Abby calls, doing the best of her efforts to push the rustic gate blocked by a heavy object inside. Manny chips in and with much effort, they manage to open it. "Ladies first."

Mel gets into the narrow space, struggling. "Another month and I wouldn't fit through here."

"Go ahead, Abs."

Abby scoffs, "You said ladies first."

Manny laughs and proceeds to get in, "I like you, Abs."

Abby takes a look at you and smiles, you smile back and follow Manny along. Abby follows after you. "Abby, Mel says, roaming around the area, This reminds me of your dad's greenhouse." "Shouldn't, all these plants are alive."

Mel stifles an almost audible laugh, "Good point."

"You know what, Manny annoyingly cuts in, This is good... you two needed a bonding moment."In perfect unison, Abby and Mel tell Manny to "Shut up."

You glare and pinch Manny just slightly in the arm. He cries, "Ow!, it's working already!"Abby works her way up to an unstable pallet, and the rest of you follow suit, each step cautious.

"FOB's dead ahead", Abby looks at the remaining distance and Manny scans the area, "No Scars in sight."

"They're out there." Abby retaliates. "Yeah, you chip in. Let's keep moving."

You feel nostalgic, walking around the area, "Remember when we could pass through this area without getting jumped by Scars?"

Abby smiles, "Getting nostalgic about the truce? Easier days, huh?"

Manny interjects, "Too easy, we let our guard down... And they strung up an entire squad."

You scoff, "That was in retaliation to us shooting those kids..."

Manny raises both his hands, unapologetically, "Well, those 'kids' attacked our guys... what would you do?"

"I don't know, not riddle them with bullets?" Mel retorts, her words laced with defiance.

"I'd rather save our people."

You furrow your brows, "Manny, they're kids." and Mel continues, "It's not their fault."

"Not our fault either." You look at Abby, puzzled. You understand her behavior and her nature towards violence, but this? it felt overkill. "Those deaths are on them." Abby looks at you, confused-- as if she's not expecting you to react this way. "Okay." You scoff, simply avoiding a possible argument.

After a few minutes of purely roaming, Abby finds a possible way out. She holds the crank, and with difficulty, turns it around. The metal gate slowly pulls up, although the right moves. She stops.

"I'll hold it here, go!" Alice, Manny, and Mel swiftly get to the other side,

Manny hurries, "I'll brace it with something," But before you could make your way in, the crank that Abby held, breaks, causing you to bang your head. But luckily, you swiftly moved backward but... the pain already hit your head.

"Fuck!""Shit, sorry..." Abby approaches you

“You two okay?” Manny blurts out of concern. “Yeah. Crank broke.” Abby raises the detached crank and groans as she approaches you. 

You spot something from above and call Abby’s attention, “Look… a hatch.”

Abby looks from where you’re pointing, and she looks at the gate where Manny is behind. “Manny, just hang tight, we’re gonna find a way up to the roof.”

“Okay.”

Abby looks around to find a way up before she starts, “So, glad you hitched a ride with us?”

“Right, remind me to thank you for that one.” your voice lulls with sarcasm. Abby chuckles softly as she moves closer beside you, offering a subtle reassurance amidst the tension just earlier. But you continue, “I’m glad I’m here with you guys. I’d hate to hear you got in trouble and I couldn’t help.”

“I’m glad too… you, being here with us.” 

“Why? Because you don’t wanna talk to Mel?”  You tease playfully, making Abby scoff and playfully deny the implication, “No, not that. I enjoy your company. Much better than Manny, but– don’t tell him I said that.” your demeanor falters, replaced with an awkward composure as you avert her gaze. Abby stops on one of the crates, “Hey __, Lemme boost you up here. See if there’s something in that room.” You turn to her but not your eyes, 

“Hey, why have you been avoiding me?”

“What? I wasn’t avoiding you.” You feel taken aback by the sudden question. “Yeah but– before Jackson, you’ve barely said anything to me.”

You hung your head low, your composure gloomy than usual. “I guess, I just didn’t have that much courage that…” You dismiss yourself from explaining any further. You take a sympathetic look at her and take a deep breath. “I’m… sorry, for avoiding all of you. Wish I had the chance to get to know you guys better.”

“Do you think Joel deserved what he got?” 

You take in the expression she’s making. Her brows tense, eyes like she’s about to lure you in, and let her do anything she wants you to do. You click your tongue and stifle a confused chuckle, “I think he deserved worse, but… I regret taking part in it.” Abby takes a deep breath, and smiles bitterly, “I get it, what kind of person could do that, right?”

“I’m not saying that–”

“Let’s see a way to the hatch.” It seems as if it's now Abby’s turn to avoid your gaze. But something about her seemed so different, much different to when she was in Jackson. Anyway, she boosts you up and tries to find a way to the other side. 

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You and Abby make your way to the rooftop, a scary journey for Abby. 

“There they are. Abby points, Manny! Be right down.” 

You point out the tall building from the distance, “Look! FOB sweet FOB. Almost there.”“Bet we can cut through that railyard.”

“You wanna get off the roof first?” You tease. Abby takes a moment to look down and her breathing falters, “Please.”

You laugh, as you take in the unexpected sight of Abby being… vulnerable, especially up close. A rare moment that surprises and amuses you. You and Abby make your way towards the ladder. 

“Kind of hard to imagine you being afraid of anything.” 

“I’m not as fearless as you think” She replies, her voice a little unsteady. “Like, I could never do the surgery stuff you and Mel do… I’d be too freaked out about fucking it up.”

You chuckle, “You think I don’t feel the same way?”

“Well, for what it’s worth, my dad always said both of you were his best students.”

Your steps stutter, yet you continue. “He… did? …Don’t get my hopes up. ” You laugh, and she follows along.

“About time you two caught up!” Manny cries, his tone still playful.

Abby smiles, “Been quiet out here?”

“Yeah… I don’t like it.” “Well, we’re almost to the FOB,” Mel says, before leading the way towards the railway. 

“Man… When we get back home, Manny chimes, I’m gonna find a couch, watch a movie… And drink until I pass out.” Abby and Mel raise a brow. “Oh yeah? Which drink?”

“Which movie?”

Manny chuckles, “Strong questions. Movie’s the one with… eh, como se llama… The girl who rides the wolf.”

“Oh, I love that one,” Mel exclaims. 

“Oh, and the drink… My mezcal from the party last week.”

“Excuse me, Abby lets out a judgy tone, You mean, our mezcal?”

“Si, si… I’ll save some for you.”

“Okay, we’ll follow the tracks. That’ll get us back on the main road to the FOB.” You cut in, slowly leading your way deeper into its territory. 

Manny slowly takes his track as he follows you. “I don’t like this.”

“I know. Keep your eyes open.”

Just as you were about to get past the first cargo crate, you hear Seraphites having a conversation… and coincidentally, it's about the four of you. Your group resorted to having your faces drop down the mud, and hide in the blades of the tall grass, all so the group of Seraphites don’t notice you.

 Landing in the gas station, there wasn’t much grass or obstacle to hide yourselves from the enemy. Abby lands the first shot to a Seraphite, and the rest of the group resorts to using their ammos to pave their way to their destination. Lucky for you, a group of W.L.F trucks were patrolling around the area, and managed to spot you.

“Wait… I see Abby and the rest down there! Help them!” One of the people in the truck shouted. The four of you run your way to the vehicle all with a grunted effort to reach up to them. After the violence had died down, the three of you jumped on the back of the truck, swiftly driving away from the scene.

One W.L.F member curses his way through the pain, his hand all bleeding. 

“Hey, you okay?” Abby reaches out to him. 

“Let me see your hand.” Mel follows, immediately aiding the injured member.

As expected of Mel. You barely have any right to be jealous, as expected of the top medic of the W.L.F., she’s quick to put action whenever one gets injured. Back then when both of you were under Dr. Anderson's care, you always wondered when you could catch up to her, her skills in a scalpel are as swift as Abby’s hand in a knife. As you stare at her in awe, your eyes land on the bleeding behind that’s covered by her backpack.

“Mel, You spot, your back.”

Mel, with an effort, tries to look at the bleeding spot in her back, and you take the backpack off from her to check. Mel winces and you silently coo her. “Shit…” 

“I didn't even feel it,” Mel says, her tone making her words barely make any sense. You gently place your palm on Mel’s wounded back, applying pressure to prevent any further bleeding. Abby takes a glance at the two of you and the wounded man and looks at the men on the FOB gate tower. 

“Hey! We got two.” 

Your hands land on Mel’s shoulder, your movements careful and steady as you assist her in getting out of the truck. Abby takes Mel’s backpack and hands it to her. 

“Hey, you did alright back there.” 

Mel looks almost as if she’s shocked, and chuckles, “That was almost a compliment.”

Abby looks at you, taking a deep breath. 

“...Thanks, for helping me out there.” You click your tongue and playfully wink toward Abby, “No problem.” You waved your hand to Abby and Manny before getting into the building beside the gate. Alice almost attempts to jump out of the truck, but before she can do that, Mel stops her. “Stay, Alice.” 

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Just a few hours after staying in the FOB, Nora appears by your side. “Hey, you sleeping okay?” Surprisingly, Nora’s the only one you could talk to about your problem. She possesses a loyalty that I have never seen amongst other wolves, and whenever you express to her some… personal things, she’s open-minded and leaves no room for hesitation just to give you a harsh opinion. So, you tell her matters like this. “Still struggling, but I can sleep more soundly than usual.” You reply, your eyes glued to your patient. Nora draws closer to you, offering assistance in your procedure, “How have you been?”

“ … still sleepy.” 

Nora stifles a soft laugh before clearing her throat. “You’re talking to her.” 

“Who?”

“Abby.” 

Your lips form a faint laugh, “Why, does that seem like a bad thing?” 

“No, Abby’s just… not usually the type of person you’d approach. Especially after… that.”

You scoff and roll your eyes in response, “Thanks. You make it sound as if I’m avoiding her.” With the patient now stitched up, you make your way to the closest disposal bin.

“Everyone is just conflicted by what happened, and we didn’t know the situation could change. And yet … Abby is… still Abby,” Nora replies, her tone tensed up.

You take a deep breath and give yourself one look at Nora before you utter, “Abby’s adjusting, in fact– we all are. That shit that we pulled back in Jackson?--”

“Abby’s shit.” Nora cuts you off. Her stare as if it's almost like a glare,

“It was something I had never seen before. And I know, I dealt with scars before but not like we did to Joel. And we took part in that. I took part in that.” with deep breaths, your blinking stutters. “Sorry, I lashed out at you.”

“Hey–”

“I’m getting more antibiotics.” You crash out of the scene, your steps almost echoing the area. Just when you’re about to get in, a wolf approaches you. 

“Hey, medic. Mel there with you?” You pivot towards the direction, a single brow arched as if you challenge the man before you. 

“We need manpower, some of our people got ambushed in the woods. Just nearby.”“If they’re ‘just nearby’ why not just… pick them up?”

“... It’s a new assignment.”

Your hand rests firmly on your hip, you feel odd by how the man fidgets, but you dismiss it. “Mel’s injured, but I can take that assignment.”The man looks at you with skepticism, before simply accepting your offer, “We leave in a few minutes. Grab your pack.” 

You walk back to the tent, where Nora waits for you, her presence so sudden… it’s almost funny that it feels like an ambush.

“Let’s get ourselves a drink, after this.” She smiles, almost bitterly. You wince, and sighs, “I’m… I got an assignment. I’ll hurry, so… choose a good liquor for me.”Nora feels puzzled about the sentence, and she tries to call on it. “I don’t think anything is happening right now.” 

“I dunno, they say it’s a fresh assignment.”

  Tapping Nora’s shoulder, you smile before grabbing your backpack and moving your way out. 

–

“So, how much further?” By now, you can see the sun setting. One of them fidgets, and the other takes a good look at the person before him. 

“Almost there.”Groaning, you reply, “We’ve been ‘almost there’ three times now.” Just after a few minutes, you can hear a cry in pain in the distance. 

“They’re here.” You get out of the vehicle and follow the pair. In an auspicious terrain, the three of you enter a mossy sewer. There, you get yourself greeted with the element of surprise.

A Scar, someone aged. You see the person beside you with a clean buzz cut walk up to the old man and crouch down. “We brought help.”

Fuck. That’s all you could react to. Fuck. 

Sure, you can help the man but only if it were in a different situation, You’re under Isaac. And one thing you know about Isaac is that he is never sympathetic towards Scars. An even bigger bomb drops your train of thought that this was no mission, with Isaac and the rest completely unaware. 

The gravity of the situation sinks in, and you realize this situation is not as straightforward as it seems, Under Isaac’s command, you’re not allowed, and never allowed to pull this stunt: getting yourself involved with a Scar. Your morals weigh over your survival, but the one thing that you know about yourself is that your morals are more important than the rest of your priorities.

“Fuck, maybe you could have told me sooner that it was not ‘our people’ but after all, a Scar that is injured?” 

“You wouldn’t listen.” 

You almost retaliate, but you don’t continue. “What makes you think I won't report this to Isaac?”“We’ll kill you by then.”

Well, fuck. 

You groan and utter inaudible curses before walking towards the elder scar. “What’s wrong with him?” you examine his features, his complexion rather torn. “A gunshot hit him in the right in his stomach.” 

Your eyes notice the cloth stained with blood, the source of which seems to have originated from just below the man’s stomach. His breathing hitches, 

“Can’t you just tell the other Scar’s to get him?” 

“We tried, but they didn’t even look at him, and just started attacking us.”

“Why are you helping him?”

“...”

You press down firmly with your palm, halting the continuous loss of blood. What’s more, a sinking feeling washes over your stomach as you realize you don’t have enough medical supplies to help the aging man’s situation. With urgency, you grab a clean bandage and begin to push it through the open wound. The old man attempts to cry out in pain, but his state restricts him from letting out a scream. You stand up and look at both of the wolves.

“We need to give him proper medical help, I can’t help him with just a bunch of bandages and painkillers.”

The tattooed wolf pinches his nose, “Can’t you just do whatever you can?”

“His organs will shut down if I delay any more.” 

The man with a buzz cut inhales deeply and pats his pal’s shoulder. 

“We’ll go back to FOB and steal some things.” 

“Then you better fucking hurry if you want him alive.”

You quickly instruct the two boys on the specific materials needed for a proper procedure. 

They both nod and walk their way out of the sewer. “We’ll be back.” 

–

You sit on the ground, your gaze changing between the injured man and the exit to the sewer. The air feels like it's weighted, with guilt about listening to yourself and disobeying Isaac.

“Wh…ats your… na-me?” 

“___.”

The old man chuckles with great difficulty, his hitched coughs causing you to flinch and instinctively check up on him. 

Your palm lands on his forehead and the bandage. “... you’re cold.” 

“I’ll… b-e fi.ne.” 

“What happened to you?” 

The old man stares at the air, before telling. “Some man… helped me, from o-ne of your people.” Your brows furrow, head hung low. “He was… a..attacking the chi-ldren from our areas.. And stealing… our supplies.”

With a stuttered blinking, you blurt. “What happened to the man? That helped you.” He looks at you and you take in his current composure. So pale, cold sweats stem on his forehead, and his lips look as if it was about to rot. “Just as… the runt was about to shoot me… He shot him… And ran away.” 

“How did you meet the two of them?”

Both of you engulfed yourself in a conversation, in his words, despite the outward differences and opposing ideologies of both the Scars and the W.L.F., at their core, they are driven by the same desire for survival. Even more so, as you delve deeper into these conversations, you let yourself sink in, as if the person who was long gone, is the one you’re engaging with.

“I’ll do my best to take care of you, You hold his hand, You have my word.”

You take a moment to ponder before a rustling is heard outside. “We’re here.”

Your eyes light up and immediately run up to them. Snatching the supplies from the men’s hands, you begin the necessary procedure without hesitation. 

“You’re strong, sir.” You say you smile almost bitterly, “You’re doing a great job steadying yourself. You’ll be in my care now.”

He weakly smiles back at you, and it feels as if the world is in slow motion, your composure almost in a panic, yet you remain calm. 

Click. 

“What was that?” The man scans the area. He lets out an inaudible curse before he runs back inside. “Some of the infected fuckers walked into this area.”

Your brows furrow, eyes still landing on the man while you’re under process, “Take care of it, I’ll be fine.” 

Both of the wolves wet their way to deal with the situation outside, your heart beating so loud as if it’s about to burst in a second. The man groans with his eyes shut, and you coo at him. Assessing the further damage to his tissues, you feel as if your heart is about to drop. Delayed treatment, severe bleeding, and such an environment like this cannot help you with the old man's now even worse injury. 

 “You almost done there??” One of them shouts. “We need to move him somewhere else!” 

…

Now it seems so quiet.

Click.

You give yourself a quick look outside the area, and you’re met with fear. 

“Get out of here, now.” The man with a clean cut warns, holding his hand with the bite mark now stretched across his arm. 

Fuck. It’s either you carry the old man with you, or you leave the place alone. 

‘You’ve gotta be shitting me.’ With faltering steps, you lift the unconscious man into your arms, a weight being such a burden, that your legs buckle and struggle to stay put. 

‘I should exercise often…’ But when would that happen if you’re about to get yourself infected by cordyceps? You make your way out, slowly and steadily- minimizing any sound that might betray your survival of getting out of here alive. Murmuring soft apologies, you lay the man on your back before without any hesitation, breaking into a sprint, feet pounding with no sense of rhythm. A trail of the infected follows you, panic grips your heart as you glance behind: a hunger-driven pursuit of cordyceps, and the scent of blood lingering in the air. Suddenly, your foot catches on an unseen obstacle, causing you to tumble down into the depths of the forest. You slide uncontrollably, your arms now gripping the cold body. 

Is this how you meet your end? A question that flashes in your mind. 

A few seconds pass, and you hear nothing but distant clicks in your surroundings. Your vision lands on the frozen body lying on your arm. He looks peaceful, but you certainly aren't. As if hope still hasn’t died down, you repeatedly pat his cheeks, each touch colder and colder. You hear your heart pounding once more. Leaning close to the old man’s chest, hoping to hear any sign of life against the deafening silence. But nothing– no faint whisper of breathing, no reassuring rhythm of a heartbeat. Tears well up in your eyes as you repeat your actions, seeking relief. 

Reality sinks in— he’s gone. Deep down, you knew the odds were slim, but you clung to that fragile spark of hope, unwilling to accept what seemed to be impossible to avoid. Now, the harsh truth washes over you, coming down to disappointment towards yourself. Sobs become faint, each weight of grief making each breath a struggle. Clinging desperately to the clothes of what seemed to be a stone, gripping the fabric as if the body, will also fade away. 

What a fool to even think you could change the old man’s fate. 

After calming yourself down, you put him down, and slowly blanket the man with the wet earth, your fingertips seeking one last sign of solace. You slowly pick yourself up, and draw in the cool, damp air of the forest, allowing its soothing embrace to calm the turmoil within you. 

“...my backpack.” 

You curse, and make your way in an attempt to retrieve it. Intrigued by the distant voices, you take cautious steps toward the source. From there, you find yourself tangled in yet another difficult situation.

“Abby..???”

☆-☆-☆-☆

[its-your-mind]

hey what the FUCK. I knew the fuckin Artagan thing already so that part was NOT a surprise but holy fucking shit.

I have no idea what I’m doing.

BITCH. YOU STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER. THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER I’M SO ANGRY AT YOU. Now he’s like “hey young adventurer who literally didn’t leave home until a few months ago pls can you help me pull this con idk wtf to do and you seem to be good at tricking people (yeah I’m the one who taught you how but… you’ll be able to help. Right?)” bringin her in on the bullshit too bc this idiot was like “oh yeah I’ll just be a god that sounds fun. surely there will be no consequences to these actions.” and OPE.

FUCKED AROUND AND FOUND OUT HUH YOU STUPID FUCKING MONKEY MAN ahahahahaha this is AMAZING I’m YELLING

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Domestic!Chuuya x gn!reader

Like yeah Chuuya might be a part of the mafia or whatever, but in my brain he'd make peak husband malewife material huehehe💖

What can I say? I'm a simp and lee for the ginger man ❤️

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Chuuya x reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Chuuya

Warnings: Tickles! Foot tickles!

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You came back home after a long day at work, the only thing in mind is wanting to snuggle up with your husband with a glass of wine.

"Welcome home, honey!" he greeted you at the door, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You both sat down on the couch with Chuuya sitting at one end and you lying across with your feet prepped up on his lap. He scrolled through the tv, landing on whatever trashy show you both enjoyed watching.

As you both got engrossed on the show, he softly caressed the tops of your feet absentmindedly, but once he noticed you relaxing to the touch, he decided to take it up a notch and started massaging your feet with more pressure.

"Ahh... that feels good" you said with a satisfied sigh, practically melting into the couch.

"You deserve it, you work too hard" he shot you a soft smile as he kept rubbing.

You swore you could fall asleep right there and then. You felt your eyes growing heaving until his thumb glided down the sole of your foot and you couldn't help but jump at the touch.

"Oh?~".

You knew that tone too well, you didn't even have to look up to know he was wearing that stupid, teasy grin that always managed to fluster the heck out of you "Did that... tickle a bit?~".

"Y-you already know the answer to that!" You spat out in-between stutters, but didn't bother to pull your feet away. It was clear how much joy tickling brought to you and Chuuya found that so endearing, but that didn't stop him from being a 'lil shit, it is Chuuya after all.

"Hmm, do I? I can't seem to remember. Guess I'll just have to see for myself~" he playfully dug his fingers into your arches, causing you to squeal in delight and throw your head back in laughter.

"Chuuya you ahahass!" you clutched your stomach as laughter erupted from your throat, lightly squirming from side to side, but still having fun nonetheless. Not like you'd admit it out loud...

"Insult me all you want but I won't stop~" he grinned cheekily as he tickled all the way from your heels up to your toes.

"Y-you... chibi-chan!!" you said through your giggles. You knew exactly how to provoke him, and it worked.

"Oh that does it!" suddenly he jumped on top of you, making you screech in surprise. Then, he playfully spidered his fingers up and down your sides and all around your belly.

"PFFT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" your laughter grew tenfold as your face practically turned into a tomato. All while squirming like a worm under Chuuya's grasp.

"Call me that again, I dare you" he pretended to be pissed but his goofy grin betrayed any sense of anger.

"EHEHEHE! C-CHIBI CHAN!!!" you said through hysterics, already feeling giddy of what he'd do next.

"Ohoho you asked for it~" he shot you a smug grin as he pulled your shirt up. You already knew where this was going when you saw him leaning his face towards the bare spot.

"W-wait Chuuya not thaHAHAT!!!" an ear-shattering squeal escaped your mouth as Chuuya blew the biggest raspberry he could muster right over your bellybutton.

"Yehehes that!" the ginger teased as he now blew small raspberries scattered all over your belly, making you giggle and squeak like a doofus in love.

After a while longer he eventually let up and before he knew it, you had passed out asleep on the couch. Still wearing an angelic smile on your face. Chuuya looked at you with an endearing grin and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he cuddled up next to you, both sleeping contently for the rest of the night.

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I'm gonna go die of shame now (im so lee for Chuuya help), but I hope y'all enjoy nontheless 💖

[creative-kny-fics]

Hi! I'm not sure if you take requests but could you do a Ler Obanai and Ler Mitsuri and their children?

I say this because of the last image you published being a family where it would be the modern era according to me. Please (T^T)

.... Yes *internal scream*

(Artist's name in Twitter: @paperandpen_mei)

Lee: Iguro Obanai

Lers: ObaMitsu children and Mitsuri Kanroji

'Come on kids... It's time to sleep, mommy and daddy had a very hectic day and we need to rest...', Obanai yawned as he leaving his children's room. 'But dad, we're not sleepy! It's barely 10 at night, please, 5 more minutes!'

'I don't think it's a good idea... You start with "5 minutes" and then you never fall asleep! Besides, you have school tomorrow, you guys should be asleep by now...'

Obanai and his children had a little 'arrangement', one that Obanai didn't agree to, he was exhausted.

It had been a long day at the restaurant and although he longed to spend more time with his children, unfortunately he couldn't. After some pleading and puppy eyes, Obanai agreed, plus he had to help Mitsuri with the baby.

'Okay, it's been almost 10 minutes. It is time to sleep!' 'But we are not sleepy! If we keep playing we'll get tired!', Obanai sighed and smiled. 'So... If you keep playing you'll get tired, eh?'

Obanai's son nodded until he saw his father approach and hug him, it was obvious that he would also apply Mitsuri's methods to give them 'sweet dreams'. 'Nohohoho!! Dahahahahad plehasehehe!!'

'What's happening? Are we playing or not? You're not going to deny that mommy doesn't do this too~'

'Yehehehes shehehe do buhuhut-!! Ehehehehehehe!! Thihihis is chehahatihihing!!', Obanai laughed watching his little one squeal, but, he not only has a son... 'Calm down brother! We will help you!'

'Oh yeah~? Let's see if you can!'

'And done! Who is the cutest baby~? You are, you are~!', Mitsuri sang for her baby, she had not been able to sleep because of some noises.

Mitsuri knew who the creator of those noises was, so she carried her little girl until she reached her older children's room. 'So, what do we have here?'

'Daddy and we are playing! And we are winning!'

'NO, thehehey nohohohot!! Thahat's nohohot fahahihir!! Hehehehelp me!!'

Mitsuri laughed, she was trying to avoid saying "I told you so" to her husband, she knew it would end like this. 'Obi, I think they won't stop until you let go of our son hehehehe... I thought you could take care of children!'

'I cahahan!!'

'Oh really? It seems like they're giving you a little trouble~', Obanai shook his head, he could do it!

Mitsuri sighed, asking her children for permission to show them how to truly keep Obanai in line. 'Look children... Your father is not that ticklish, you should know where to squeeze or tickle him!'

'WHAT?! Wait Mitsuri don't tell them!'

'You can try to put pressure on your ribs, more precisely on the lower ribs! Ooooh and behind his knees is a good spot! And well, judging by his position... You can try his toes!'

Obanai sighed, it was the last thing he needed that night, now he would not only have his 4 children tickling him, but also Mitsuri or maybe not?

'Okay, I think we're already past bedtime, kids-! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!! WAHAHAIHIT!!' 'Ooooh mommy was right! We have you now daddy!'

'And I'm still missing~', Obanai shook his head, it was the only thing he could do after all

His children were on top of him, if he moved too much he could hurt them and that's what he never wants to do

'N-NOT NECESSARY!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! MY LOHOVEHEHE!! PLEHASEHEHE!!'

'Awwww but I'm only using one of my hands~ shall I tell you something? Your sensitivity was one of the many things I love about you~', Obanai looked away embarrassed, he didn't know if it was because of how nice what Mitsuri said had sounded or because of the meaning that said sentence had.

'What a good idea! The children are asleep now, congratulations~'

'Yehahahah... Oh gohohosh...', Mitsuri kissed her husband's cheek before going to leave the baby in her room.

After tucking his children in and turning off the lights, he followed her, he was exhausted. 'All good?'

'Yeah... I enjoyed this moment, it's been a while since we did that ahahaha...'

'And it's been a while since you indirectly mentioned that you liked tickle fights with our children~',

Obanai sighed and nodded, that little guy time made him forget for a moment about his busy day. Mitsuri approached him and hugged him, looking out of the corner of her eye at her husband's cute smile.

[newtabfics]

Would you mind if we request for poly!Rauru & Sidon? Because I saw your posts for each of them and I ended up liking both of them XD Only if you don't mind of course!

Hell yeah, you can! Alright, for this one...everyone is alive and happy and everything is okay and there is no evil in the world and everything's fine AHAHAHAHAHA 😂 sorry, couldn't resist. But let's say for this that Y/N is just your typical Hylian caught in the middle.

Literally.

Most days are pretty lethargic. Sidon is usually hyping up Rauru for his hunts while Y/N is off to the side worrying about both of her boyfriends. Like, what is it with guys and hyping each other up! Sidon is DEFINITELY influencing Rauru!

At first, when Sidon would be encouraging her, Rauru was the quiet one, silently cheering and fretting over little things. Now? He has full confidence in her abilities which usually results in two guys cheering on the Hylian as she approaches a monster camp after downing a Tough Elixir.

The three share exactly one brain cell and at this point, Mineru has to hold it to make sure it isn't damaged.

But then, on the nights when the touches become grips and the kisses steal breaths, those are the nights that Y/N remembers that these two idiots definitely share the brain cell.

She'd be sandwiched between them, choking and moaning. Sidon has slid inside both holes and Rauru has slid in with Sidon, smirking as her eyes roll back as the prince practically spears her and the king stretches her open more.

"Such a sweet little thing," He'll coo.

"Our pearl is so perfect for us," Sidon will respond.

Their mouths are all over her neck and shoulders and she is lost between them.

That brain cell is focused on breeding her with either a Zonai or Zora halfling.