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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 3)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her. Right?

Chapt. Setting: The CDC, Daryl’s room.

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, season 1 Daryl, sexual themes, descriptions of nudity, (idk, Daryl’s being kind of a jerk and a perv but not nearly enough of one to really need a tag)

Word count: 3k

A/N; Daryl’s POV 😩🤷🏼‍♀️, also he’s not a reliable narrator; I think it almost goes without saying that he’s wrong about the OC’s intentions like 90% of the time.

17+ mdni

“Truth”

Got no idea why I agreed to play this goddamn game. Or how I let Beatle two feet in the damn door in the first place.

She’d just barged in, demandin’ I share this dogshit girl-whiskey with her, like the needy fuckin’ bitch she was. Bad enough I shared at dinner and let her sit next to me. Bad enough I been lettin’ her talk at me for the last few days, seemingly non-fuckin’-stop.

Not like I’m nice about it or nothin’, but I could get physical. Could scoop her up and put her right outside this door right now and lock her the fuck out. But I dont. I ain’t even sure why. Probably cuz the headache she’d holler about it would be even worse than the one she’s already givin’ me.

And for some reason, like always, I cave. And play truth or dare like we’re goddamn little kids. Bitches, right? Always fuckin’ somethin’.

“Name one thing you genuinely like about me.” Starin’ at me, waitin’ for an answer like she didn’t just ask the most fish for a compliment ass shit I ever heard. Her eyes twinkling in the low light of the bedside table. Sitting on the ground, between two beds. Like goddamn little kids.

“Nothin’.” I laugh despite tryin’ to keep a straight face. Cuz fuck me, there should be somethin’, right? Somethin’ I can say I like ‘bout her.

I look over to see her reaction, she’s actin’ annoyed like I owed her the fuckin’ compliment. “That’s not how you play the game, Daryl.” Her voice, maybe I’m gettin’ used to it or somethin’, because right now it just didn’t seem as loud and grating as it usually does. “Plus, it’s bad manners.”

Talkin’ about bad fuckin’ manners; as she says it she tries to snake her tiny fuckin’ fingers onto my hand to weasel the cigarette I’m smokin’. Like I’m gon’ just let her have it. I pull it back and take a drag and look at her like she’s lost her damn mind.

She persists, ignorin’ that she’d just tried to take something else from me without askin’, “Answer the question.”

“I did.”

“No, for real.”

“I did.” A smile cracks on my face as I look her dead in the eye.

And she fuckin’ smiles back at me like I wasn’t being 100 percent fuckin’ honest that I don’t like a goddamn thing about her. Fuckin’ stupid fuckin’ bitch.

Well… there is one thing.

“Fine,” I drag the cigarette again letting it sit between my lips while I twist off the cap of the girl-whiskey, tryin’ to distract myself while I throw her a bone. “Ya do, actually, got a nice set a’ tits on ya.” Takin’ a big drink to swallow down my pride. Why do I give in to this shit?

Her face gets all pink and stupid. As if she’s never heard that before. As if she didn’t hear it 20 times a night for years. Nah, she gets all flushed and googly eyed like she’s never heard it before in her whole goddamn life.

Her hand’s in my fuckin’ face again, to get some of the whiskey this time. I hand her the short of my smoke instead. Which she takes, like she always does. Like she had been finishing almost all of my smokes over the last few days. I take another big drink of my own pride before handin’ her the bottle too. I can’t believe I’m playing this fuckin game, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Now I have to think of somethin’ to tell this stupid little girl to do? God this was just a game for her to play egomaniac while hoggin’ the booze. The way her tongue touches the glass first, guiding her lips to the brim, reminds me that I don’t want to fuckin’ share. I rip the bottle from her greedy fingers while she’s in the middle of takin’ a sip.

Let her get a taste. Usually do. Probably why she keeps following me ‘round like a lost puppy. Always pickin’ up my half used trash like she owned it. Like someone who’s not good for nothin’ and not good at nothin’.

Well, except that one thing Beatle was good for.

“Dare you to take your tits out.” Lookin at.

“And just sit here and play this game with my fuckin’ tits out?” Like it’s so unbelievable.

“Yup.” A big grin breakin’ my face. Just waitin’ ta see if she’ll actually do it. Probably fuckin’ will.

“But that’s awkward.” She’s whining again, and I roll my eyes, she’s un-fuckin’-believable.

“I don’t care.” I don’t.

Beatle sighs, extra loud, and looks down at her top. Like for some reason all of a sudden she’s fuckin’ shy about her tits. As if the bad half of Georgia hasn’t already seen ‘em. She looks back at me like I’m gonna change my mind or somethin’, but I just stare at her. Enjoying the silence. Maybe even enjoying the dumbstruck look on her face, the blush that hasn’t left. Definitely enjoying her pale white skin slowly revealing itself as she pulls the hem of her shirt over her head.

And then she sits there in her bra like she’s too fuckin’ stupid to remember what I’d dared her to do. “Naw, I said tits out.”

“But Daryl, I - “

“I don’ care.” I smile into the bottle while I take a sip. Finally makin’ her fuckin’ uncomfortable for once. Quieter than she’s ever been in her whole fuckin’ life. And her eyes get even wider, so I use her own words against her, smiling, “‘That’s not how you play the game’.”

Beatle grabs the girlwhiskey right out of my hands and takes a swig. Shoving the bottle back before I even react.

And mostly I ignore the fact that my heart is starting to beat in my fuckin’ ears. That my throats getting dry. Yeah, Beatle was good for lookin’ at, but I didn’t like to admit just how much I liked to look at ‘er. She’s unclasping her bra slowly, too damn slowly and it’s pissing me off cuz it’s not like it’s something new. I already seen ‘em. But she always has to be a tease about every little fuckin’ thing.

Somethin’ about it is different this time. Maybe cuz its just me and her. And that only happened one other time. That time.

But her tits out now? Just us here, like little fuckin’ kids. I’unno. I try not to dwell, I’m just enjoying seein’ a nice set of tits, right? Skin so pale I know if I ever touched her, the second I did, it would turn red. Nipples almost the same color as her skin, just barely pinker than the rest of her body. A real cocky laugh leaves my throat before I knows it’s coming.

“Happy?” She says, staring me down.

I raise my eyes from her chest to meet her stare, “We done playin’ this stupid game?”

“No. Truth or dare?”

Don’t know why I thought maybe that was the end of the game. Kind of forgot we were playin’. She tries to put her arms up to cover her chest but I grip her wrist and tear it away from her body. No fuckin’ chance was she gonna cover herself up now. She owed it. It was her fuckin’ dare and she wanted to play this stupid game, so she’s gonna play by the goddamn rules.

Her face gets even fuckin’ pinker, and she huffs, forcing her hands to her sides. “Its cold. Truth or dare.” Like I care if she’s cold. It only makes me look down at her chest again. Nipples hard and perfect. Bet that’s why she’d even said it. Bet she’s getting off on the fact that I wanna to see. That she’s making me want it.

I don’t want it. Not in any way she’d want to have it. “Dare.”

As soon as I see that sick smile spread across her face I knew she was gonna say something fuckin’ stupid. Shoulda picked truth. “Take your cock out.”

What the fuck? In between shock, amusement, and anger. Her stupid happy face cracked into the biggest smile I seen on her since the shitty titty. Since she was all moon eyes and dopamine days. “Fuck no.” Obviously not. What the fuck? For what?

“But that’s my dare. It’s the same shit as you telling me to take my tits out.”

Oh.

“Naw ‘snot.” Shaking my head I drink more of the girlwhiskey and hand her the bottle again. Sharing absentmindedly, “I’ve seen your tits like a hundred fuckin’ times. You never seen my cock before.”

“Yeah I have.”

She’s fuckin’ lying. Doesn’t matter, the way she said cock with her tits hangin’ out. The way we’re talkin’ about it. I start thinkin’ about the dumb face she’d make if I did pull it out right now. Thinkin’ about the expression she’d make if I buried it deep inside her, hard and fast and all at once. Thinkin’ bout it makin’ her cry. Fuck.

‘m too drunk for this. Thanking Christ that I’m actually drunk enough not to get a hard-on about it. She wants to talk about my dick? Fine.

“Yeah? When’d ya see it?” I smile and look over at her. Bare chest, vulnerable, eyes lookin’ from side to side tryin’ to come up with somethin’ to say so that I’ll take my fuckin’ dick out, “That’s what I thought.”

“Oh, come on, Daryl, this isn’t fair.” Whining again. Gon’ give her somethin’ to whine ‘bout. Fuck. Stop.

“Why do you wanna see my cock so bad?” Nah, shouldn’t’ve asked that. Too late. Good, made her shut up for a second again.

“Cuz I wanna know if it’s really as small as Merle said it was.”

I laugh back in response. Hard. This little girl was really just sayin’ anything she could. Maybe she wants it.

Don’t know how it took me so long to see it. Guess I always see it. Lately. Since she showed up again. Followin’ me around. Lingering gazes. Dumb shit. Bet this is how she’d act with anyone. Bet this is how she was with Merle when I wasn’t around. Shoulda remembered how slutty and desperate she got sometimes. Almost like a full-on repeat of the last time I saw her.

Threw herself at me like some bitch in heat, like I didn’t catch her with Merle the week before. Like I hadn’t… what the fuck ever. Fuck this little girl and her desperate cunt.

What does she even expect to happen? I pull my dick out? And then what? Dumb little girl doesn’t even know how to seduce a man. Doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense. My head hurts. “Merle didn’t say. that.”

“Yeah he did. Said you had a micropenis. I never seen one before, show me.”

Jesus Christ.

”Merle was fuckin’ with you.”

“Prove it.”

I smile at her sad attempts instead of puttin’ her down like I probably should, “Fine, truth.” Knew I should have just picked truth from the beginning.

“How big is your dick?” She didn’t even need a second to think about it. Like it was the only thing in her stupid fuck-deprived mind, smile back on her face like it never fuckin’ left.

“Shut the fuck up, Beatle.” But I’m still smiling, dragging my smoke, lookin’ at her and her tits out of the corner of my eye. She tries to cover herself up again, and I watch my hand move with a mind of its own to pull her arms back down again. My mouth, with a mind of its own decides to tell her, “It’s big.”

“How would you know? Maybe you should show me.” Jesus Christ, this girl just doesn’t let the fuck up.

“‘M not takin’ my fuckin’ dick out, quit askin’.” Shoving her, harder than I mean to. She goes down to the floor, almost feel bad. But she ain’t even mad.

She’s laughin’ so hard I start laughin’ too. I push her to the ground, deny her pathetic advances, and she’s still laughin’. Goofy. “You tell me your dick is big and expect me to ask less?! Stupid.”

She’s right, was pretty stupid. Don’t even know why I told ‘er. Like somethin’ inside was tryin’ to get out. These thoughts of her lookin’ up from beneath me, stupid face all mixed up in pain and need. Of her doin’ exactly what I ask her to, for fuckin’ once without talkin’ back or fuckin’ whining.

“Share” her voice cuts through my thoughts and her hand is in my fuckin face again. But this time her chest is on full display and I don’t know what the fuck comes over me but I actually give it to her. Fuckin’ tits. The one thing that might actually be able to hypnotize me.

“How big?” I open my eyes to just look at her. Is she serious?

“Thought we were playin’ a game, Beatle.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to. You decided you’re too good for it. Like everything else.”

“Truth ‘r dare?”

“But it’s your turn!”

“Naw, you lost your turn. Truth ‘r dare?”

“Truth.” She says it like she’s so fuckin’ full of herself. Like she tricked me or somethin’.

I take my cigarette back from her and decide to ask her somethin’ I actually wanna know, “You and Merle ever fuck?”

“What?!” Like she’s surprised by the question. Like it hasn’t been plaguing me since I walked in on ‘em, clothes half on - her on her hands and knees on the ground while Merle answers the door. Shouldn’t bother me none, who she slept with back then. Probably fucked every guy in the bar the day I met ‘er. And every guy every time since.

“You and Merle. Right? Obviously. Tsch.” The only thing that was holding me back from already believin’ it is that Merle never acted like a guy that sealed the deal. Always fuckin’ blowing smoke up this bitches ass. You don’t do that if you’ve already stuffed it.

“No.” And she really has the nerve to say it as if she’s disgusted.

“Yeah fuckin’ right.”

“I wouldn’t let Merle suck snake venom out of my tit.” I laugh, and she sounds genuine. But I don’t think I believe her. “Did he tell you we did?” She asks.

“All the fuckin’ time.” I drag my smoke, blowing it out into the air thinkin’ about all the times Merle talked about Beatles sweet pussy. Never believed ‘im at the time, but over the years after she’d disappeared… started to believe it was true. Hell, it woulda made her leavin’ make more sense.

“Well, Merle was fuckin’ with you.” her voice sounds angry, and her fingers are angry when she rips the cigarette right from my lips.

I grab at her wrist before she can bring it to her mouth. Movin’ my face down to her hand, and I take the cigarette back into my mouth. Just barely letting my lips touch her fingers as I do.

She swallows while lookin’ at me, and I feel the tension. Tension I probably woulda got lost in a few minutes ago but now all I can think about is her and Merle. “Saw you in his room once. Half naked on the ground. Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Beatle.”

I blow the cigarette smoke right in her face. Makin’ me think about her again. Makin’ me remember all that dumb shit that happened before. “Wouldn’t fuck you even if you didn’t fuck my brother.”

“I didn’t - that wasn’t!” She’s panicked, trying to think of some fuckin’ excuse. Some lie.

In her desperation I feel two palms flat on my chest and she actually fuckin’ shoves me, “Hey, watch your fuckin’ hands, slut.”

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth!” And there it is, that fuckin’ voice. Any amount of a good time I’d had been havin’, good and gone. But she just keeps goin’. “Never slept with fuckin’ Merle. Never touched his crusty ass with my fuckin’ pinky.” She stands up, “don’t fuck me, like I give a shit. Micropenis little bitch probably couldn’t even get it up.” Maybe, if she’d said it a few minutes earlier I’d have wanted ta prove her wrong. Maybe if she had some fuckin’ tact or grace or fuckin’ anything a woman was supposed ta have she’d have fished her goddamn wish.

Beatle? Beatle didn’t have two wings to rub together. Beatle didn’t have shit besides an aggressive attitude and a nice rack.

“Definitely couldn’t get it up for you.” I look down the bottle as I drink more, waiting for her shrill-ass reaction.

When I don’t hear nothin’ I look over and there’s that fuckin’ look again. Real tears this time. Drunk bitches. Always doing shit like this.

“Go t’sleep, Beatle, yer drunk.” I’m tryin’ to keep her from cryin’. Last thing I fuckin’ need right now.

She sits down on the other bed, “can I sleep in here?”

“Don’ give a shit where ya sleep s’long as it ain’t with me.”

Beatles face contorts like she’s about to start fuckin’ sobbing, but she stops herself, lowering herself back into the bed. Eyes already closed. “Thanks.” Dumb drunk bitch, fuckin always.

“Whatever.” I stand up off the bed and finish my smoke, putting it out on the dresser. Pacing the room realizing how drunk I really am.

Beatle’s either already asleep or really good at pretending, and she’s pulled the covers up over herself. I walk over to her and pull the sheet down past her breasts before throwing myself in my own bed and passing the fuck out. Beatle was good for lookin’ at. And apparently when I ask her to take off her clothes, she actually listens.

That’s the thought rolling around in my head when I fall asleep. Why did she listen?

pt 4

A/N; sometime around Sophia there will be more revealed about the instances Daryl keeps referring to. There’s the time he found her in Merle’s room half naked, the time she came onto him, and that other time he won’t talk about (the time she was topless and they were alone). EVENTUALLY all this stuff is out in the open, and talked about. Well. Argued about. But. We’ll get there. :)

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon smut

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philtstone · 8 months

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Claire/Jamie, 45

#45 -- you're my Achilles' heel

It is unclear how the whole debate started, all the more so for the relative witlessness of its debators. Claire allows, between her protests, that it's giving them something marginally better to do than stand around uselessly in this stagnating camp and rot in the cold.

"No, no no no. It is a metaphor, my dear Master MacKenzie, and that is that."

"Och, Claire ..."

"Och, Claire --"

"An Achilles' heel," says Claire with finality (she is really quite cold, and so less indulgent than her usual self), "is not, nor has it ever been, a literal medical condition. Nobody suffers from one single overly-vulnerable appendage." She grimaces, bent over and peering between her tools, at the state of Kincaid's teeth.

"My own appendage is fair indestructible," declares Angus; Claire does not see the lewd gesture, but divines it all the same, "if ye ken my meaning --"

"Yes thank you Angus," she says, while Rupert shoves him, barely holding back his mannish snicker.

"Eedjits," grumbles Murtagh.

"Have you been cleaning your teeth at all, Ross?"

The man in question shrugs. "Here an' there, Mis'ress," he manages, as much as a person can with hands in their mouth. Claire sighs.

"Alright. Well, try one more pass with the willow twig every night, and make sure to dip it in alcohol first."

"Aye, bu' tha's stuff's better put tae drinkin', isnae't?"

Rupert is next, and Angus hanging about to pass the time -- or avoid his own check up, which Claire has not forgotten is due -- and their asinine chatter continues. While Claire retracts her hands from within the warm damp of Kincaid's mouth, Angus says,

"Pretty stupid way tae go though, dinna ye think."

"What? Bad teeth?"

"Ach, no. I meant -- ye ken -- the one arrow, an' jest like that, yer gone."

"Death by heel, ye mean? Aye, that's a mighty inconvenience."

"Oh, I was still talkin' 'bout my cock."

Claire disinfects her tools and ignores the biting wind, and the amused twitch of her own mouth. Amidst Kincaid's deeply unimpressed groans, she straightens the scarf around her neck, and wipes her nose on the elbow of her sleeve; her gloves must be carrying all manner of illness, by now. Beyond their little tent, more or less useless against the wind, the rest of the camp displays a grey lifelessness that bears on Claire's shoulders like an anvil. A military camp is not meant to be so dull, or directionless -- nor its leaders so incompetent, nor its purpose so misguided. She sniffs again, and realizes she is frowning.

She looks up, distracted by a peal of laughter. It comes from beyond Claire herself, from the small clearing between their tent and the old stone wall leading up to the Prince's quarters.

In the clearing, her husband stands, having spent the better part of the last half hour teaching Fergus how to throw a decent punch. Fergus is not terrible, more or less, but a bit too determined a student, and somewhat comically dwarfed by his instructor-cum-opponent. Claire does not need to have been observing the details of the exchange to know how Jamie must have directed the boy's lanky limbs, firm and unindulgent but gentle all the same. By this point, though, the exercise has devolved into a bizarre game of tag. They are both laughing, slipping in the grass, energized like Claire has not seen them in a while. Jamie's hair brightens the dull grey of the winter afternoon.

"Weel, jest as good it's a metaphor." This is Rupert speaking, behind her.

"What's it a metaphor for, though?"

"Is no' that hard to ken, Angus, ye cannae be that much a dunce."

Claire's fingers tighten over her tools.

"Hmph."

She turns around, not quite startled. Murtagh has slouched over, as she has come to expect him to do, and is inspecting her tiny scalpel like he might a dull dirk. She is half expecting that he offer to sharpen it. Instead, he only looks up at her, expression shrewd and knowing under his thick set brows.

"Ye alright, lass?" he asks, and right at the end of it looks beyond her, at Jamie and their boy.

Claire finds that she does not have an answer to give.

#u guys have been leaving really sweet comments on my old ol stuff and it made me realize i missed them #anyway ive been meaning to write this for literal months #not quite what i want it to be but its written!#maybe i will write more #my writing #taylor swift prompt meme #outlander #claire fraser #claire x jamie

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nowen422 · 7 months

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Nowen talkin bout bleach

BLEACH TYBW EP 24: What to do When the Abyss Blinks at You

(or, I CALLED IT SUCKAAAS!!!)

Alright folks. In the first five minutes we get a bricks worth of lore thrown at our heads, we then get a return of a character who actually is a big deal (kind of), and we get a good look at the skills and abilities of the zero division.

Overall I kept repeating one phrase through the episode. OH SH**!! Absolutely insane episode. The fight hype is real and we are going to see something cool (I hope). It’s just funny that I mentioned power scaling last week because it is going to come into play today and next week.

And yes, that ice cold son of a eyeball gun blinked this week. He blinked 5 times (yes I counted and watched it twice to be sure.) He blinks when he’s about to do something bad. Like murder, or lying, or even taking the eyes from a tiny god

Shinigami deaths: 16

Quincy deaths: 16

(Leave it to the zero division to tie up the game)

Spoilers below

Things I liked:

The whole intro that just completely explained where The Soul King’s hand came from, how Ywach made the decision to invade 1000 years ago (ngl he was probably gonna do it anyway), and what happened to the eyes he inherited from his dad. Needless to say, utterly amazing.

Ganju! I completely forgot you were in this! It makes sense, though that he’s going to the Royal Palace, considering that he is part of one of the noble families, but I don’t think that’s going to come up until way later.

Mayuri being so butthurt about Kisuke and his rocket. Man is the DEFINITION of petty

The shot of the frontline Invasion forces little broken circle. Clever work!

I’m sure it was just a testing tactic, but did Haschwalth really just drop some soldat and expect them to not get killed? Clearly he was using them as Guinea pigs, but still.

Senjumaru is so coldly polite, showing etiquette and courtesy when needed but with no sincerity. And then immediately murdering in the most cold-blooded way. This woman has it going on.

Nyanzol looks so baked goofy but still maintains menace. Great balance by the voice actor.

The Quincy royal guard look menacing as hell and are wonderful. Each of them get their own bullet point. starting with Askin! He is such a goofy fella, easily the one people will love later on

Gerard sounds exactly like I’d expect. Bombastic as heck and as murderous as a razor sharp knife

Lille exhudes arrogance and superiority, and his gun and shooting look great.

Pernida is scary as fuck. Plain and simple. Did you see what he did to that one guy with a look? I am not looking forward to hearing him talk.

Senjumaru addressing Pernida, and his silent words are just peak set ups for his reveal.

God, I love Nimaya. He’s the perfect blend of goofball and monster that I like. Also, he laid out every single one of the Quincy royal guard before anybody else could lift a finger.

The way Nimaya clowns on Lille is peak. Love it so much.

The sound that Sayafushi makes as it cuts is interesting. It kind of sounds like a single second of the hum of a vibrating blade. Which makes sense considering that it’s so sharp that it cuts through anything it touches and is most likely cutting straight through the air molecules to make that sound

The way Sayafushi ends up in Pernida’s head is so sudden I stopped breathing on the first watch. God I love this fight.

Last thing about Nimaya, his broken English is so fun that it completely circles around to grating and then right back to fun

Everybody knows that Ichibe is a killer. Compared to Yamamoto and Unohana, their kills are just playground fights compared to the stuff he’s done. There is a reason I bold the man’s name, and it is because he is the scariest being to ever exist.

Things I didn’t like:

Minor thing. random Quincy girl, kudos on the bravery of attacking the scariest person in existence btw, shot bullets. Granted they were Quincy bullets, but if this was 1000 years ago does that mean that the Quincy invented guns? Or is it like just a fast cannon? Questions I have.

That after all of Senjumaru’s sick as hell moments, we don’t get to know more about her palace or her roll. Each of the squad zero members has something that contributed to soul society. Names, healing, zanpakuto, the uniform, and artificial souls/cooking. We get to know the about the other four, why not the fifth.

Nyanzol’s toungues made me think he had pieces of deli meat hanging out of his mouth.

I don’t remember how Ywach escaped the cage beyond him throwing the medal, so I’m hoping they explain things next week beyond “I’m metabreaking”

This is not so much an issue with the anime, but rather with the story. For those of you who know, squad, zero loses this fight. And on top of that, they lose bad. And because of that people think that squad zero is not as strong as day are supposed to be. the thing that I like about this is that this episode shows squad zero is exceptionally strong because of their unique abilities as well as skills. They just unfortunately went up against a mini God with the most nonsense powers ever conceived. And I know that next episode, there’s gonna be a bunch of people saying “oh man squad zero is so weak, how could they have lost?” I’m really hoping that things look good next week before the big L drops

And that’s the episode. If we’re doing 13 episodes for this core, then we’ve got two more. It looks like one is going to be all about the squad zero fight, and the final most likely will be Ichigo and his friends arriving at the palace to find that things have not gone well. Still, it I won’t be all bad. After all, we’ll finally get to meet the Soul King! The guy who all the fuss is about 😁

Just don’t blame me if you throw up when you look at it

#Nowen talkin bout bleach #bleach #bleach tybw

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abrushwithdeath · 10 months

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Well, let's finish rating the Summers brothers. What about Alex and Gabriel?

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

"Yer really gonna put me on the spot 'bout all the Summers brothers? Well... guess I was askin' for it, talkin' 'bout Scott like that..." In all honesty, she was amused. And maybe just a tiny bit tipsy. How else was she meant to answer questions like this without feeling like an idiot? She did her share of flirting, sure, but flirting was one thing (and she did it mostly for fun, not so much because she was actually interested), talking about romantic prospects was a whole different game. "Look, ain't no one gonna deny all three of the boys are nice t'look at. Long story short- any of 'em wants t'shoot their shot, I ain't turnin' 'em down right out the gate," She answered honestly, shrugging. "Keepin' my attention's the hard part, though, an' I'm hard pressed t'think any of 'em can manage it," A smirk. Almost inviting the challenge. "Takes more than a pretty face an' a nice body t'keep me interested. So... sure, they'd do fine for a date or two. Beyond that? Well, guess we'd have t'see, wouldn't we?"

#((She's both very open to giving most people a chance... and very very difficult to keep tbh xD))#((But yeah- she'll mess with any of the Summers brothers if the invitation is there. Why not?? xD))

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happiiest · 5 years

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#oh wheres that post talkin bout a tiger pacing around in its den being compared to sitting in bed swapping between the three apps #except its..fuck!! okay i got this #so i got one circle. fuck. okay no im coming back to this ima make it in a shitty windowd 3d paint thing cuz i use that to make my lovely #alright im back after spending 20 minutes making that #not good poor choice in words but ive got a bed time to get to #but it does generally explain the vicious tiny cycle that i go thru every day for the past 3 years now #wasnt as bad when i was dating nekcole because the passion of being happy with her made me get up and do fun things with her #but now that im by myself theres not alot holding me back from just. going through these three circles #first id like to draw your attention to the viddy games section. thats where i spend a majority of my time at home!!#discords in there cuz thats what i mainly use it for. chattin with friends #and next would be yhe social madia circle!!#two!! websites im relatively active on you post it i see it garuntee!!#youtube i dont post but i do watch as anyone does. toomics and mangadex?? kinda what regulates that circle #toomics is very strict abt uploads and very consistent. mangadex seems very lax and authors post when content is ready #but still both platforms are stuff i wake up and look forward to. catching up and then keeping up throughout the day #but its so vicious!!! i follow abt 30 people on tumblr and 50 on twitter so catching up is easy and keeping up is a breeze.#but then i just keep swapping!!! just like the boomers say i open my phone and habitually open tumblr. view recent post mutual posted #thst i saw an hour ago because i already was caught up. swap to twitter but nothong happens on twitter so ads i guess and i fuck off #then i jump to mangadex because authors often post during the day and i can have something to look forward to during breaks #but that all happens in the span of a minute and i hate it!! i do thst during a loading screen in video games i do it when i travel down #an elevator can i CHILL PLEASE. my mind just does it on its own its the default! i dont want any new info right now thank you!#store closed please exit the building and respect the barriers!! im tired and i dont want to right now!!#moving on. we have three subjects in our last circle of non digital activities. one is the fact that there is actually two #the other two are mowing and work. doxxing myself for the sake of me being angry but honestly i know the general area of #where most of my mutuals live so kudos to you if you can come visit with me id cry #but thats it!! isnt that pathetic!!! i hear constantly that it isnt good to stay inside and i should get out more #i would!! but consider!!! i tried and its boring out there. id rather go to what feels like a cage of my own design #id love to expand my hobbies. and tbh if the time ever comes where im at the same level in warframr pc as i am on xbox.#that might be the time that i drift away from warframe (until new content comes) but the genius design of this model cage is!!#i have so so many other video games to play and enjoy! i got gravity rush (oh amazing but thats for another time)

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jigenshat · 2 years

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hc that jigen, despite what others believe, would be a bang up dad if given the chance to

like??? in the pov of the one hes caring for:

-hella supportive of whatever you do. straight up would cheer for ya in whatever u show him. like art? mans cheering and cryibg at ur work. gaming? oh hell yeah u defeated the boss way to go kiddo!

-cooks ur fave frequently while also introducing u to new food from the many countries hes visited with the gang. he teaches u too if ur up to learn

-mans great hugger. all im gonna say

-respects tf otta ya. no talking down, yellin bout respect, or pulling the age card. man respects ur thoughts, hell u can even change his mind on some things

and dont get me started on being the coparent like:

-SUPER DOMESTIC MOMENTSS IM TALKIN CLEANING DAYS, COOKING TOGETHER, HELL EVEN GOING SHOPPING LIKE?? DAMN

-probably showing off his multitask skills like bro its cool but ur gonna set the house on fire.

-still great hugs, but damn if those hugs arnt the most fuffiling thing u can get

-random or sudden kisses or hug attacks? yessir man would give ya a peck or two, call ya darlin, n move onto making pasta for the group

-the absolute dichotomy between him at work v him at home got everyone simpin bad. hell even lupin takes up quicker schemes because having jigen around just yelling at the washer while goemons helpin in lunch

-this applies to the gang too like bruh jigen ironing and cleaning lupins suits n him getting it back like its brand new. goemon getting his room cleaned but having his items left where they are so he can clean it up himself, as well as leaving the zantutsken alone even tho goemon lets him know he trusts him with it.

-fujiko too, like shes staying for a while n jigen pulls the ole "its -10, you cant go out like that unless you want to freeze to death. need leggings? i think blues better with the skirt." and despite them hating each other she listens to his advice n vice versa

-ZENI TOO MAN LOSES ANOTHER HANDCUFF TO LUPIN N JIGENS LIKE: ayo pops u left this earlier. n zenis like "aye ty" and just leaves it at that

NO THOUGHTS JUST DOMESTIC JIGEN BRAINROT

ok so since i got this ask my mind has been entirely thinking about dad!jigen and yeah also just a domestic jigen in general. but the dad stuff?? i've been pining and broody and oh wow he would make the best dad.

jigen would see his child as the best thing he ever did. and he can't believe he did it. they're amazing – cute, clever, curious. he adores them and is completely fascinated by them. he wants to be with them all the time, watch them discover all the new parts of their world. hearing their little voice ask him questions about any and every topic makes his day. he never brushes off any subject they bring up and will talk to them about it earnestly and extensively. if there's something he doesn't know, he encourages them to go research it together.

he likes to tell them stories about all the places he has lived and visited. every night when he tucks them lovingly into bed, he prepares another anecdote for a bedtime story. once his tiny beloved has drifted off to sleep, he gently places a kiss on their forehead or temple and makes sure both them and all their plushies are tucked in really tight. he does this every night without fail. even if he isn't back from a heist until the early hours of the morning, he will be sure to check on his baby before heading to bed himself.

because he shows so much of his affection so openly to his child, they adore him just as he does them. they'll wake up early in the morning and run into his room. he's alert to the pitter patter of their little feet and is always half awake as they walk into the room. even with heavy eyelids and barely an hour of sleep to his name that night, he'll hoist them up onto the bed with him and give them the biggest hug. he'll try to keep up with their babbling in his tired state. sometimes the little one will try to tickle him awake and in hearing their mischevious joy and laughter, he is helpless not to wake up and fix them both some breakfast.

everything they're interested in, he tries to become interested in too. from their favourite tv shows to their favourite classes at school. jigen wants to understand their brain and why they enjoy what they do. he also wants them to know their dad is always going to be there to support them in their future endeavours.

the whole experience of being a father has changed his outlook at work a bit. he's much less willing to put his life on the line. he has a lot to live for and there is someone whose life depends on him everyday. he always makes clear to the gang when he can't go on a mission for fear of the worst and encourages them to give it a miss. he still cares for all of them and fears for their safety. he wouldn't want not being with them the reason for someone getting badly hurt or worse. when he can't join, or is doing some logisitcal work from the safehouse, he'll take his dad skills and put them to work with the gang. they're super disorganised and messy and don't take half of enough care of themselves. he'll put things back into place, make sure their beds are made, they have fresh clothes to change into and warm food to come home to. he doesn't want thanks for it, in fact he'd rather no one mention it, he's just happy to see them all home safe at the end of a busy heist.

#this has been my favourite hc/scenario to think about #please sir....a child??? can we...#jigen sir....please #jigen #lupin iii #hcs #/

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talkinbouttinygames · 1 year

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my mind looks a lot like a_: a Video Game Playlist

Whether in an abandoned mall or an opulent estate, this playlist is all about embarking on a surreal architectural journey of the psyche. Investigate and explore these vaporwave-influended spaces, witness two speculations on technology of the future, and interrogate your digital reality. It’s Holovista’s mega-mansion house tour internship and the liminal awakening personality profile of Self-Checkout: Unlimited – step on inside.

Holovista

Previously covered, Holovista follows Carmen Razo on her newly acquired and direly needed job working for the innovative high class architectural firm Mesmer & Braid. The first task given to her, however, is a strange one – a field assignment to inhabit the firm’s mysterious new project, the autohaus, and to document her experiences by relaying them to her not-Instagram following. In game, this is achieved by taking photos of a number of requested items in a 360˚ scene, and then match appropriate photos to a caption in order to post them, chatting with your friends over DM (and whatever intern is running the Mesmer & Braid account) along the way. The latter gets only more important, as the autohaus’s design, and Carmen’s own mental state, gets more questionable as her residence goes on.

Fine attention to detail in order to spark immersion is the real crux of Holovista – the rendered scenes that you experience strike a delicate balance between striking realistic fidelity and the dreamlike opulence of the game’s low Sci-Fi future. The environments (at least, the non-creepy ones) are something you’d want to just exist in, partially because they feel so believable and possible. The Social Media interface has comments on every post, and profiles for every commenter, and most important of all, top notch Internet writing. Everybody talks like actual internet users, and several conversations between Carmen and her friends that could have come out of me and my friends. Even the basic gameplay loop puts you directly in Carmen’s shoes – you turn around (or swipe on your screen) to take photos of stuff and then post them just as she does.

This immersion is all put to good use in the story itself then, which reflects that immersion back (though I’ll not elaborate, to avoid spoilers), culminating in a game that’s not really like anything else I’ve ever played.

Specifications

iPhone

$4.99

~2 hrs

Self-Checkout: Unlimited

Self-Checkout: Unlimited, on the other hand, hits upon the environment of slightly oldish an abandoned mall. Starting out with a horror-esque tone as the player character finds themselves in a barely lit hall on a bench, forced to navigate a store housing a terribly unnerving teddy bear before the mall opens up, you are then invited via disembodied intercom to explore various sections and stores of the mall, all with… unusual set-ups focused on psychology. Between children’s rides based off of a fictitious children’s show structured around personality profiles and a clothing store rack with jackets labelled with things like ‘parents’, ‘significant other’, and ‘friends’ on a scale from most to least important, the mall is less a real space to engage in commerce and more a loci for an examination of the self. The surreality is only increased in scenes when the mall fades away in favor of environments with strong vaporwave aesthetics often reflecting other elements of commerce all whilst the interrogation of the self continues on, like a Psych 101 professor giving a lecture over a lo-fi, echoic beat.

Compared to the DM conversations between friends in Holovista, the only form of communication is always faceless – either via seemingly pre-recorded intercom announcements, or by a narrator seemingly talking both to the player character and the player themselves. As the mall is explored further, the unique specifics of the self-examination build towards the context of the mall’s liminality – which I’ll hold back in face of spoilers. The details towards this context are thought-through, perhaps to the point of maybe giving the game away, but in the end it’s a cohesive build that helps take the weight of the philosophizing off a bit.

Specifications

Windows, Mac, Linux

$7.99

~1.5 hrs

Sum Specifications

iOS & Windows/Mac/Linux

$12.98

~3.5 hrs

#Talkin' 'Bout Tiny Games #Video Games #Indie #Holovista #Self-Checkout: Unlimited #Under 5 dollars #Under 10 dollars #Under 20 dollars #Under 5 hours #iOS #Mac #Windows #Linux

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gothamcityangst · 3 years

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Whumptober day 2 - Harley Quinn "Talking is Overrated"

tw: Heavy domestic abuse, Choking

Ivy had asked Harley a simple question. It should have been a simple answer. It was only a number as an answer it wasn't rocket science. Harley was silent as she began to recall all the times in the past six years she'd been hurt.

Harley couldn't count the number of times he strangled her. Most of it was playful, silly fun. A game between them both. Though, if she was counting the times it had nearly killed her it was 3.

Three exact times her puddin' had almost murdered her in cold blood.

The first time had been unexpected. It was unprovoked. Batman had foiled his attempts to blow up Gotham Bridge that night. Harley knew her sweet, lovely puddin' was upset. She'd been talking for the past forty minutes and he'd been oddly silent. She couldn't even remember what she'd been rambling about. As she kicked out her leg to invite him for some 'stress relief' her foot pushed a beer bottle onto the floor. It shattered into a million little, tiny pieces.

She barely even had time to apologize before Joker was on her in a second, his gloved hand crushing down on her throat. Her whole body had been slammed down onto a hardwood table. She could feel the pressure swelling in her head as the oxygen was forcibly squeezed from her body. It had only been a couple seconds after he let go but to Harley even a minute after she felt the pressure was still there. She'd seen her puddin' do it to others but this was the first time he'd ever done it to her.

One core memory was made that day. It was the first time she looked in the mirror and saw the red handprint that was left on her throat. The dingy lighting of the bathroom made the crimson mark look a cartoonishly red colour. Batman didn't take too long to find them. Batman also wasn't too long finding the handprint either. He opened his mouth to speak but she remembered the exact way she waved it away.

"It was a mistake. A silly game that got out of hand. He loves me really. He didn't mean it."

And the excuses kept on coming. Each time she kept on becoming more creative. The other rogues all got the feeling something was a miss. It became one of the most haunting elephants in the room.

The next time was about midway through the relationship. It was shortly after the Jason Todd incident had happened. Joker had been in such high spirits after killing him that he wanted some celebratory sex. Harley, understandably, hadn't been in the mood.

After a couple of failed initiation attempts, he realised she wasn't joking. And that wasn't funny to him. They'd committed the ultimate joke and Harley didn't find it funny and that was something the Joker couldn't allow to go unchecked.

He laughed as he throttled her again. The world grew dark at the edges of her vision, she wheezed, she choked. Her body began to spasm and she spluttered helplessly. Joker purposefully didn't let go until the very last moment. He'd choked enough people to know how much was enough.

He left her on the floor to recover as he stormed out the building, unbeknownst to her that he would be seeking comfort somewhere else that night. Harley was sure it wouldn't happen again. The physical abuse was one thing but she couldn't handle the choking again. Wouldn't.

The final time was when she went to Ivy. Pam only had the door open for a second before knowing it was finally over. Harley was rendered silent the rest of the night. Though Harley could feel the concern radiating off her friend she didn't push her until she'd had a good rest.

Harley looked to Ivy, her mind was thrown back into the present. The warmth of the mug in her hand managed to ground her back in the room, Ivy's concern radiating off of her.

"I don't feel like talkin' bout it Red."

#Harley Quinn #Poison Ivy #Harlivy #tw Domestic abuse #tw strangulation #angst #G-C-A #Whumptober

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undermattsun-archive · 4 years

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hq lads as the skate rats of my dreams

dirty skater boys who should’ve been thrown into the garbage :’) that’s my type :’’’) btw this is just me like shitpostin again

based off a combo of real life experiences, tales from homies n internet (don’t be me don’t let a skater boy play u)

tw toxic behavior, tw drugs (mentioned)

pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4

kunimi akira - smells like day old bong water + too much old spice, hands always dry, doesn’t respond to your texts 6/7 days of the week, usual response is somewhere along the lines of “was out skating” never apologizes, especially not for the trauma his emotional games have caused

iwaizumi hajime - won’t introduce you to his parents and tells his friends you’re just friends even though he sleeps in your bed and eats all your food, a little too close with that one ex that hangs around his friend group, says he’s not ready for a relationship w you, turns out he’d been in a relationship the whole time

matsukawa issei - ring wearing, tiny hat, borderline e-boy rat, on twt constantly talkin bout how lonely he is and who wants him (bro planned parenthood, u haven’t gotten tested in months n u always hit it raw), doesn’t even smoke but always a cig tucked behind his ear

hanamaki takahiro - the fuckin filming/photography one, asks for nudes every other day (has called u a bitch when u don’t send any, “apologizes” w some ugly meme) has sent a snap of y’all fuckin to his homies (rip)

kageyama tobio - forgets you exist then texts you at 2 am asking if you wanna come over, ditches hangin out w you constantly, never says hi if you’re at the same party, has forgotten your name during sex

suna rintarou - brings you to parties and leaves you there, ended things bc he felt like his feelings for you were too strong, asked why you stopped talking to him after that, shotguns pbrs and loves his juul n board more than he’ll ever truly love you

tendou satori - the absolute feral fuck w your mind skate rat, has broken so many of his bones from doing incredibly dangerous tricks, shotgunned a four loko and threw up on you, says he’s not into labels

miya osamu - the artsy skater boy who would trade your soul for a couple of brush pens, asks you for money then ghosts for a few weeks when you do give some, doesn’t believe in cleaning under his nails :(

kozume kenma - skater/gamer combo (one of the most toxic of rats) eternally has doritos dust on him, only skates at night in empty parking structures, can and will destroy you emotionally to the point of no return

#lmao this is like such a major shitpost im srry #also v self indulgent🙃#also the levels of toxic omg who hurt me #answer: various skater boys did #all of this bc i got a dumb image of skate rat kunimi in my head n the thought of him playin my dumbass made me go 👀🥺#ms angel if u ever see this tag i blame u for puttin kunimi back on my list #im not mad im just bein haunted by bad thoughts of him #tw alcohol #tw drugs #miki shitpostin #skate rat hq

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uncle-jj · 2 years

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Alright, I have decided to write my own lyrics for one of my favorite FNF mod songs:

Little Man!

BTW, the bold lyrics represent the Boyfriend, and the italics represent Tankman.

TW: swearing, suggestive content, slurs, and reference overdose

I'm tired of being such a little man

I wish I could be the biggest in the land

Little Man, why are you feeling so grumpy?

Ain't my fault that you are a little stumpy

Everybody's always picking on me 'cuz I'm short

One day I'll show them the real pain that they're waiting for!

All that because Dream murdered Ron just to challenge me?

What do you think I am, just some blue-haired butt monkey?

Fuckin' tired of being such a little man!

I will soon become the biggest in the land!

Little Man, there ain't no reason to be grumpy

Ain't my fault that you are a little stumpy

Everybody's always picking on me 'cuz I'm short!

One day I'll show them the real pain that they're waiting for!

It's okay, my little dude, for I am short as well!

But that don't mean you gotta be happy by raising hell!

I'm a fuckin' gaunlet, baby! And my bars are super crazy!

Everybody better run away from me or they'll be gravy!

I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout

I just wanna help a friend out!

I may be tiny, but I am mighty

Everybody will shudder once they all hear my own name

Good luck on that bro, but fuck, how should I know?

All I know is that this song is kinda like a mind game

I may be just a fuc-king little man, kid

But I've done more damage than you ever did

Little man, violence is not the right answer

You think I am the cause of mental cancer?

Everybody in the world will all know my name

And I'm gonna kick their ass in all of their games

You can say all the mean words straight up at my face

Ain't no excuse for being the size of a niche fanbase

Yes, I'm Little Man, I got a big plan

To takeover the whole world!

I beg your pardon? Have your veins hardened?

Don't cast your swine before pearls!

I'm tired of being such a little man

I wish I could be the biggest in the land

Little Man, why are you feeling so grumpy?

I'm sorry that you are a little stumpy

Everybody's always picking on me 'cuz I'm short

One day I'll show them the real pain that they're waiting for!

All that because Dream murdered Ron just to challenge me?

But that don't mean you gotta kill a guy to be happy! (Hold up and sit!)

Meanwhile, I'm-a find you a map to your girl's wish, 'cuz she's like-

"Oh, XML! Yeah! You are my papi chulo!"

Ha! Ho! Aw yeah! You don't know 'bout her! (Yeah?)

She's my fucking life! Now go to your corner and fucking cry! Like-

Oh, please! Kiddo, jeez! This gon' be how we play?

Meanwhile, Bobby...he found out Ron's gay! (NAE NAE!)

Yeah, don't worry...about...ME! D:< I won't spout-

All that shit to the motherfucking Twitch community?

Meanwhile, I'm with my girl giving her my treat! (YEET!)

Yeah, relax. Now sit back while I do my emails, eh? (WOOOOOOOO! >:D )

I'm tired of being such a little man!

You want me to be the biggest in the land?

Dude I know you hate your-self for being short

But give me a real challenge; what'chu waiting for?

*Glass breaking*

Listen up, don't make me use my force

Or else you'll suffer beyond the worst

Gee, you're cute for being so angry

Like Marshal the marshmallow squirrelly

Hey, wait a sec, I remember when a spider would sing this silly song with me!

Bada-bang! Bada-boom! Bada-bam-ba-lam! (2x)

Little Man, use your words! This ain't no dank meme!

You're just mad that your pal was onslaught by Dream!

*Accuses BF of killing Ron in explosions*

You're mistaken! I did not kill off your dumb old pal!

Are you sure you want to kill me in front of my gal?

*Glass shattering*

B R U H

BOOM!

I'm tired of being such a little man!

You want me to be the biggest in the land?

Little Man, why are you feeling so grumpy? (Boom!)

I'm sorry that you are a little stumpy (Boom!)

Everybody in the world will all know my name (Boom!)

And I'm gonna kick their ass in all of their games (Boom!)

There's no way, my little dude, I'm gonna play your games (Boom!)

And besides, I play on PS1 'bout every day (Boom!)

BOOM! (4x)

I may be tiny, but I am mighty

Everybody will shudder once they all hear my own name

Good luck on that bro, but fuck, how should I know?

All I know is that this song is kinda like a mind game

Everybody's always picking on me 'cuz I'm short

One day I'll show them the real pain that they're waiting for!

All that because Dream murdered Ron just to challenge me?

What do you think I am, just some blue-haired butt monkey?

I vent my sadness by posting dank memes

I don't care, didn't ask. + ratio (lol)

Come on now! I'm not making a big joke!

Sadness ain't funny, so please don't you laugh!

It's okay, man, to be sad and share your feelings! Yeah-eah~!

I can't get these melodies outta my head, like a sticker I put on my laptop

Nanana, na, everyday, you're like an iPod stuck on replay!

I may be just a fuc-king little man, kid

But I've done more damage than you ever did

Little man, violence is- (FART!)

...Six piece chicken nuggets.

What'chu know 'bout rolling down in the deep?

When you brain goes numb, you can call it mental freeze

When these people talk too much, but that shit in slow motion, yeah

I feel like an astronaut in the ocean, yeah

*Glass shattering*

You may try, but you won't get a hold of me

Because I'm Little Man, stupid! Can't you see?

Dude, I know that you are such a little man

Who wants to become the biggest in the land

Everybody in the world will all know my name

And I'm gonna kick their ass in all of their games

You can say all the mean words straight up at my face

Ain't no excuse for being the size of a niche fanbase

*Argues in glass breaking and BRUHs*

I may be tiny, but I am mighty

Everybody will shudder once they all hear my own name

Good luck on that bro, but fuck, how should I know?

All I know is that this song is kinda like a mind game

Everybody in the world will all know my name

And I'm gonna kick their ass in all of their games

You can say all the mean words straight up at my face

Ain't no excuse for being the size of a niche fanbase

Ayo, the pizza here!

OH FUCK! I'M FALLING! BOY! I AM BAWLING!

Somebody call the doctor so that my legs can be fixed!

DUDE! ARE YOU OKAY?! I AM SO SORRY!

I didn't mean for this to happen to your poor legs!

OH MY GOD! MY EARS BURN 'CUZ A SKIPPED A STEP!

I'M IN NEED OF ONE BIG EXPENSIVE MILKSHAKE!

WHAT THE HELL?! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT SHAKE'S EXPENSIVE?!

I CAN ON-LY GET YOU A CHEAP ASS MILKSHAKE!

I JUST WANTED TO BE LAZY AND PLAY VIDYA GAMES!

WHY THE HELL DOES THIS DAMN SHIT ON KEEP ON HAPPENING?!

OH MY GOD! DUDE, I WARNED YOU ABOUT THE STAIRS!

BUT YOU AIN'T LISTENED UP! COME ON, THAT'S NO FAIR!

*Glass shattering*

FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck

DickDickDickDickDickDickDickDickDickDickDickDickDickDickDick

ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit

BIG BIG CHUNGUS BIG CHUNGUS BIG CHUNGUS

I'm waiting every night to finally succeed in life

I just look for foes to beat up with raps that sound like beeping

(Hey, hey, hey, hey!)

Hey! You! What's up with your 'tude?

You're a bab who's sus! Don't you cross my lines, boy!

Come on, Little Man! Dreamy is the real imposter!

So find him and kick him for me!

You may try, but you won't get a hold of me

Because I'm Little Man, stupid! Can't you see?

Little Man, why are you feeling so grumpy?

I'm sorry that you are a little stumpy

Everybody in the world will all know my name

And I'm gonna kick their ass in all of their games

It's okay, my little dude, for I am short as well!

But that don't mean you gotta be happy by raising hell!

I will not put up with being little, man!

I will soon become the biggest in the land!

Dude, I know that you are such a little man

Who wants to become the biggest in the land

Everybody's always picking on me 'cuz I'm short

One day I'll show them the real pain that they're waiting for!

All that because Dream murdered Ron just to challenge me?

But that don't mean you gotta kill a guy to be happy!

*Glass shattering*

What's up there my little friend; want to funk and juggle funny rap swiftly?

When I look at your girlfriend, makes me wanna go, "UGH!"

How'd you get here, army scum?! What gives you the right to come at me?

I once beat you at your game, so don't act all funny!

*Glass shattering*

Want a break from the ads?

If you tap now to watch a short video,

You'll receive 30 minutes of ad free music.

Yes, really! If you tap now to watch a short video,

You'll receive 30 minutes of ad free music.

B-b-b-b-bitch!

*Glass shattering*

That's all I have for today. Like if you want lyrics to part 2.

#friday night funkin #fnf little man #utter nonsense #fnf mod #fnf lyrics #fnf bob #fnf ron #bob's onslaught #long post

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why.

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!!

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!”

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels?

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left.

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!”

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air.

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!”

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?”

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside.

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.”

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch.

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans.

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!”

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded.

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?”

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears.

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt.

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk.

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern.

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.”

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes.

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they’re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite.

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face.

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded.

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Thanksgiving - ep. 04 - Georgia

Summary: It’s Thanksgiving in King County and you won’t let Daryl celebrate alone.

A/N: I’m really going for the slowburn this time.

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“Nice backpack,” Rick laughed, picking the bright yellow backpack up from the lawn chair.

“It ain’t mine.” He shrugged, lighting up a cigarette.

Rick had come over for beers. An odd night off from work without the academy in the morning he had decided to stop ‘round at Daryl’s. It was already dark out when he’d pulled up outside his best friend’s house and Daryl was working on a jeep by the light of the carport. When he walked up he’d spotted the backpack sitting there, an odd contrast to anything else lying around.

“Didn’t think it was.” Rick replied, “so who’s the girl?”

“Don’t know what yer talkin’ ‘bout.”

“There’s a Jeep in your driveway and some girl’s backpack in your truck.” Rick pointed out, “you know, I’m a cop, I’m trained to notice these things.”

“Ya ain’t a cop yet.” Daryl muttered, heading over to the fridge and grabbing a beer.

“So?”

“I’m fixing someone’s car and she left her bag. That’s all.”

Daryl had realized that you left your backpack there after he drove you home on Sunday night. He’d gotten all the way back home when he saw your bright yellow backpack sitting on the floor of his truck. He had called you when he got inside. He felt stupid, standing in the kitchen with the phone pressed to his ear, waiting for you to answer like he was some dumb high school kid.

You had answered after the second ring, “Hello?”

“Hey...it’s Daryl, ya left yer bag in my truck.”

“Oh my gosh...I totally did, didn’t I? I'm so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Ya want me ta drop it off?” He asked.

“Are you at the garage tomorrow morning? Glenn is driving me to school, we could stop and I could grab it?” You asked, unsure how else you were going to get the backpack. You couldn’t leave now that you were home or your mom would get suspicious. She knew Maggie was grounded and there was no way she’d let you out after dark to hang out with Glenn or Tara or Rosita.

“Yeah I’ll be there.”

Somehow the bright yellow monstrosity had ended up back in Daryl’s possession. It wasn’t much of a mystery though. You had stopped, just like you said you would, before school in the morning. While you were there you had mentioned getting the second payment to him that afternoon. Part of that agreement somehow involved driving you from school to the diner where your bag had once again been forsaken in his truck.

Now he had to figure out how to get it to you all over again and Rick was trying to rifle through it. “Would ya quit that?” Daryl grumbled, grabbing the bag and putting it back in his truck. He had set it on the chair so he didn’t forget it but Rick was bothering him.

“I just wanna know who she is,” Rick replied. “College student.”

“I told ya I’m just fixing a car.”

“Please tell me she’s at least 18 D.”

“It ain’t like that.” Daryl slammed the truck door shut and glared at him, face flush at the accusation that he thought of you in a way that wasn’t just a client. “I’m fixing a car.”

“Alright.”

It had taken Rick getting a call from his mom to swing by for dinner to finally get him to leave Daryl’s house. Not that Daryl wanted to be rid of him, with Merle in prison for the next six months Rick was the only other friend he had. He did want to return your backpack though and he figured it was worth stopping at the diner to see if you were there. You were always telling him how you worked all the time and while he wasn’t sure if you really did or if you were exaggerating he thought it was worth a shot, plus he assumed you would need it for school. Axel, Tiny, Dale, and even T-Dog weren’t strangers to the diner but you had never seen Daryl come in before so you were surprised when you saw him walk through the door.

“Hey!” When you saw the backpack in his hands you smiled, “I’m so sorry.”

“Ya say that but yer smiling." He replied, setting it on one of the stools and sitting down beside it.

“I’m honestly sorry.” You insisted, though it wasn’t truthful in the slightest. All you could really feel was happy that he had gone out of his way to bring the bag back to you. “Can I get you anything? On the house.”

It was pretty dead at 9pm on a Monday night. Most people weren’t out so late in King County. Daryl took the menu off the counter and opened it, looking through the options. “I’ll have some coffee.”

“Okay,” you poured him a cup and went to give another patron their meal. When you came back Daryl was still looking through the menu. “Are you still free on Thursday?”

“Why?” He asked, “what’s Thursday?”

“Thanksgiving.”

“I got work in the morning.” He replied, “Probably won’t work on the car honestly.”

“No, I wasn’t asking for that. I was wondering if you wanted to come around for dinner. Patricia has a bunch of people at the diner for a big Thanksgiving dinner. Like the Greene’s and Dale usually comes.”

“Yah, I don’t think so.” The last thing Daryl needed was to show up somewhere he knew he wouldn’t be welcome. He knew the invitation was innocent, you were just trying to be nice, but he didn’t need to embarrass himself by hanging around more than he was welcome.

“Okay, well, if you change your mind I’m making apple pie.”

Unsurprisingly, Daryl did not change his mind. He spent his thanksgiving the way he did every year, drinking beer and watching the game on TV because it was all that was on. Will bailed on anything Thanksgiving related almost as soon as he woke up, leaving for a bar over in Woodbury. Daryl had grilled a steak but otherwise he had skipped out on dinner.

He was almost asleep on the old laz-e-boy when a knock on the side door startled him awake. Rick never stopped by on Thanksgiving and there was only one other person he could think of that would come by his house.

“Ya know when someone declines an offer to see ya that don’t mean ya need to come by.” He said, leaning in the door and blocking you from coming inside. You looked kind of adorable, a corduroy brown pinafore dress and cream turtleneck.

“I know but I come bearing apple pie.” You bartered, holding up the wrapped up pie dish.

“A’ight, come on.” Daryl moved aside to let you in.

“That was easier than I thought.”

“I know ya well enough ta know ya ain’t just gonna leave if I ask.”

“You are correct.” You smiled. You eyed the beer cans sitting on the coffee table, “having a party?”

“Something like that.” He took the pie dish from you and set it on the coffee table before heading into the kitchen in search of clean utensils. You sat down the couch, looking around the Dixon’s home. The TV was sitting on an entertainment system that looked seconds from falling apart, the carpet was stained with cigarette ash and other substances.

“This is...”

“Its a piece a shit.” Daryl replied, walking into the living room and sitting down beside you. “How was yer Thanksgiving?”

“It was alright...Maggie’s not talking to her dad so that was kinda awkward. I sat at the kids table with Beth and Sean.” You said, “better than sitting with the adults. Anyway, I told you I was making pie and I didn’t want you to miss out because, honest to god, I make the best apple pie in Georgia.”

Daryl nodded, more interested in the pie than in who you sat with at dinner. The last time he had apple pie he was probably seven and his mom had bought it premade from the grocery store because he had begged for it. “Ain’t got anything to weigh it against.” He finally said, scooping up some with his fork and taking a bite.

You held your fork in your hand, waiting for a reaction. Daryl had terrible eating habits. He ate too fast and didn’t pay attention to whether the food was going completely in his mouth all the time. Growing up in a house with Merle and Will hadn’t exactly instilled strong table manners in him. Mostly they ate their meals at the TV, on fold out tables or the coffee table or he ate in the camper away from his dad. The last time they used a kitchen table it had been in their old house before his mom died.

“Good?” You chanced while he ate.

He hummed around a mouthful. You took a bite and smiled. Last year you had almost messed it up with the wrong apples but this year it was perfect.

“Yer good at this.”

“Baking?”

“Yeah. Can’t cook anything if it ain’t on a grill.”

“You might be able to make an apple pie on a grill...I’ve never tried.” You teased and he smiled just enough that you caught it.

“Where do your parents think you are?” He asked, getting up and grabbing a beer from the kitchen fridge.

“Tara’s. Can I have one?”

“No.”

“Oh come on. I’m almost 18.”

“I ain’t giving ya alcohol. Last thing I need is some girl going home drunk from here.” He replied.

“I won’t be drunk! I can drink like, a whole case of Zima before I get drunk.”

“That shit’s disgusting.”

“Oh I’m sorry, your Pabst is so great.” You sassed. Daryl rolled his eyes and held the can out to you, the one he’d just been drinking from. You took it, downing as much of a gulp as you could stand and imagining that you could maybe taste him on it. But the taste of the cheap beer won out and you nearly gagged as it went down, “that’s disgusting.”

“Gets ya drunk.”

“Are you?”

“Right now, no.” Though he wasn’t totally sober. If he was he would have never let you in his house. “Most a those are my dad’s. Had ‘em ‘fore he left for the bar.” He said, dropping onto the couch beside you.

“I think this is the most we’ve ever had a conversation.” You pointed out.

Daryl nodded and grinned, “maybe I am drunk.”

The next morning, as Daryl stepped out of the 7-11 with a pack of cigarettes and a coffee, he caught sight of you standing at the driver’s side of his truck and fixing your hair in the sideview mirror. You had stayed longer than you intended the night before; long enough that you had to call Glenn to pick you up because Daryl refused to drive you home after drinking.

“Ya gonna pump my gas for me.” He asked and you spun around, smiling.

“I can. But it’ll cost you.”

“I’ll tell ya what,” Daryl picked up the gas nozzle and placed it in the truck, trapping you between him and the hose, “I’ll give ya the pie plate back.”

“Deal.” You turned slightly and reached for the nozzle, putting your hand over his, “but I’m only doing this because my mom already asked about the pie plate. Now move it, this is my job.”

You caught the slightest smile as he pulled his hand away and held them both up in mock surrender. He leaned against the driver’s door and took a sip of his coffee while he watched the numbers on the screen. “Ya working today?”

“Yeah, Lori wouldn’t clock me in early cause she’s on some power trip. Patricia left her in charge and she said I was trying to steal hours from Amy, she’s new, but I’m not. I don’t care about Amy or her hours.” You replied.

“Yes or no woulda worked.” He teased.

“I’m gonna think of the most long winded ways to answer your questions from now on. Just to annoy the hell outta ya.”

“Ya already do.”

“I do not! You love hanging out with me.”

He hummed and reached around you to grab the nozzle, clicking off the handle so the gas flow would stop but keeping you trapped. “There ya go. Pie plate is yours.”

“Thanks.”

He was slow to step away, almost reluctant, “I’ll see ya ‘round.”

“Okay.”

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BonAlley for the prompts?

Dolly's Note: This prompt fit too well for them and I kinda changed it since Alley would notice right away if Bonnie wasn't comfortable.

Amusement parks were the highlight of Alley's life. He loved the rides, the food, the games, the food, the excitement and joy in the air, more importantly, the food. But after his mom's death, he hadn't really been himself, so his girlfriend hoped dearly that this could at least make him happy for the day and, boy, was she spot on.

Bonnie smiled, watching her boyfriend munch happily on a bucket of cookies (yes, this place served BUCKETS OF COOKIES) and tilted her head to the side just a little. She missed that smile on her face, the way his golden tooth glittered like the rest of him in the sun, only for Alley to notice she was staring at him.

"Got somethin' on my face?" He asked curiously, grabbing a napkin, but Bonnie just giggled a little and put her tiny hand on top of his huge one.

"No, it's just...I-I'm happy to see you happy." Bonnie admitted shyly.

Alley raised an eyebrow but his smile didn't falter, "Whatcha' talkin' 'bout, Bon-Bon? I can't ever be sad when I gotcha wid' me! Its just...I haven't been myself, ya know?"

"I do...but you seem to feel better now!" Bonnie exclaimed, happily so that she didn't stutter. Alley had a way of boosting her mood with his sweet natured behavior.

"Ya know wha' would make this day even better? RIDING THE SLAM MASTER!" Alley exclaimed, and thats when Bonnie's heart dropped.

The Slam Master was the biggest ride in the park, the tallest, and the scariest. Staring at it when walking in gave Bonnie second hand goosebumps and Alley seemed to notice it and his excitement became concerned.

"Or...maybe not. D'he bucket of cookies was-"

"N-no! If it makes you happy the-then...Uh. let's do it!"

Alley furrowed his brows together, "Are ya sure, darlin?"

"O-of cou...course I am!" She stammered, her voice betraying her words.

Alley stared at her, as if studying her, before his face softened.

"Sweetheart...C'mon. D'his day was perfect enough...Everyday is when I've got ya." The Gator boy promised as he walked over to give his girlfriend a hug.

Bonnie ran and squeezed his waist tightly, letting out a shaky breath.

"Th-thank you for knowing me s-so well."

"T'hanks for carin' so much, chere." He chuckled before placing a kiss on top of her head.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 5- Number Five

Summary: You finally found Five, drunk, but you found him. Patch is dead. And now you and Diego are on the hunt for the masked killers with assistance from Klaus.

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You burst through your apartment door with a new rage overthrowing your recent grief, Diego’s right on your tail, trying to catch up with you the best he can. Your strides are fast as you march hastily through the small room, heading straight for Five. “You boy scout looking fuck. Do you have any idea what you’ve just caused?” You growl launching yourself at him with fists in the air, without warning Luther catches you before you can really tear into Five. “No! Let me go you fucking monkey boy, get your hands off of me!” You yell at him, as he lifts you up off the ground, “I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down.” Says Luther calmly. You continue to struggle in his strong grasp, seriously contemplating if you’ve lost it enough to bite him before Diego sets a hand on your tense shoulder. Further stopping you before you can find a way to break free by injuring Luther, “Y/N, please.”

You make a lowly animistic sound, like that of a beaten circus tiger, as you stop struggling, “Fine.” Luther then sets you down.

“Now, wanna tell us what you’re talkin’ about?”

You glare at Five, still upset from finding Eudora dead in that motel room. You were gonna have lunch with her on Friday and then explain why Diego’s been so persistent about the shootings. You hadn’t had a chance to talk with her yet. And now you never will.

“Your brother’s been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Giddy’s, and then at Gimble Brothers, after those masked psychos attacked the Academy, looking for him.” You snap, staring daggers at Five.

He barely moves a muscle, “None of which is any of your concern.” He mutters calmly, way to damn calmly for you.

You scowl at him in annoyance, “It is now you little shit. They just killed my friend.” You vent back, stepping in closer, Diego has to grab your arm from tearing into the tiny 58 year old man in front of you.

“Who are they Five?” Questions Luther, breaking the tense atmosphere.

“And where the hell are they from?” Adds Diego, hand still firmly grasping your arm.

Five gives you all a tired look, “They work for my formal employer at the commission. A woman called the Handler. She sent them...to stop me. Then as soon as Y/N and Diego’s friend got in their way, well, fair game.” Five shrugs, so this is just business is business to him.

“Well they’re my fair game now. And I’ll make sure of it that they pay in blood.” You sneer, turning around and walking briskly towards the door, Diego hot on your tail.

“That would be a mistake Diego, for you to let her go.....They’ve killed people far more dangerous then you think.” Calls Five, you stop by the railing to look back at him.

“I’d like to see them try and kill me then....the next time I see them will be when I drive my dagger into their throats.” You growl with malice, turning away from them to walk out the door.

Luther looks to Diego and then back at Five with a stunned face, “I don’t care what she does. She just better not miss.” Says Five with a sigh, as Diego nods while making towards the open door.

You get into the passenger seat as Diego takes the steering wheel, he turns the car on, turning to look at you, “Are you okay?” He whispers gently. You stare vacantly out the side window, “No. Just drive.” You mumble sadly, you’re trying to be strong but one of your only friends has just been killed violently by two masked psychopaths. It’s a bit difficult if you’re being honest, but you’re too numb with silent fury to cry at the moment.

He nods in understanding, putting the car into drive and taking off.

——

You stand silently in Diego’s doorway at the Umbrella Academy, he pulls out a metal briefcase from under his bed, and opens it up. It’s his old knife case, he then puts his remaining free knifes that are hiding on him in the case. He quickly shuts it and locks it up, leaving it on the floor to stand up and walk over to you. “Do you have anything you need to get before we head out?” He says while holding the sides of your arms. You look up at him, “I am all that I need.” You whisper valiantly, meaning absolutely every word, underlying so much more behind that small sentence.

Your mind flashes back to your younger days when you were fighting alongside with the Umbrella Academy, you had wanted so badly to prove that you belonged among them. Your mindset solely focused on accomplishing the mission successfully, hoping that Reginald would be satisfied with your hard work. Through your attempts, you may have went a little overboard, losing control at times, lashing out furiously on the enemy. You turned into something incredibly dangerous, but at the time all you saw was a warrior, a hero, a vital piece of the Umbrella Academy that could not be held back. You were so lost in your own success and the satisfaction of Sir Reginald that you didn’t notice when the Umbrella Academy was starting to become afraid of you. It was the most lonely and darkest couple weeks of your life that you’d ever felt, and you couldn’t fully understand why they wouldn’t want to play with you. It started on a mission, you’d just discovered that whenever you were completely in full rage mode, your eyes would turn the color of molten lava, a deep orange, perhaps your body’s way of showing off the raging fire within you, or so you’d tell yourself. Quite opposite of your original eye color. You’d never realized it before until Allison pointed it out after an intense mission once. To keep a long story short, you killed a bunch of terrorists who were about to kill your friends. You tore into them wildly, your eyes practically glowing embers. You were breathing heavily and covered in other people’s blood by the time you were done. For a week they wouldn’t even look at you, it took longer for Ben to come around. And you absolutely hated yourself for it. Of course Reginald was ecstatic, mentioning your achievement at dinner one night, of how you unlocked a hidden power within yourself and that the others should strive to do the same. The rest of them fumed in jealousy, deciding to ignore you for awhile as payback, since they couldn’t hurt you physically. And they were to scared about what you could have done back at them. You felt like a caged lioness, a powerful and deadly creature, being taunted and stared at from afar by snotty children who are safe and content behind the thick glass.

But life goes on, and you’ve sacrificed yourself for them a couple hundred times since then, more then they’ll ever be able to repay. With time they began to understand you better, and amazingly to your great surprise Diego, out of all people, had a ginormous crush on you. Which led to even more wonderful things you’re scared little 13 year old self could never have even dreamed of. You got older, stopping caring about Reginald’s approval, and moved on with your life. Things got much better after that.

Your wandering mind comes back to reality when Diego kisses your forehead, he understands your somber silence, choosing to comfort you in the best way he possibly can. He releases you, turning to pick up his silver briefcase as you take a step out the door. Waiting a brief moment for your vigilante lover to catch up with you.

As you walk down the stairs and across the messy carpet past the damaged fallen chandelier. You notice Klaus who’s standing by the broken crushed table, he looks a bit lost and out of it. Oddly enough it’s not from any alcohol consumption or other substances. At least that you can smell, he’s clean.

“What happened here?” Klaus asks curiously, you look over to him with a casual shrug.

“Long story.” You add, not really wanting to get into details right now.

“You look like shit.” Diego tells him dryly.

“Why, thank you. Hey, where are you two going?” Wonders Klaus, watching the two of you head for the door. “Nope.” Snaps Diego quickly, Klaus’ face falls at his denied request.

“I’m not giving you a ride.” Grumbles Diego, who’s stopped walking to look at Klaus.

“Oh, come on, man. You know I can’t drive.” He whines, moving in closer to Diego. You stand with your arms crossed by the fallen chandelier, patiently watching the brotherly interaction between the two of them, who’re directly in front of you.

Diego shakes his head, “I don’t c..” You suddenly cut him off, “Go get your shit. We’ll be in the car.” Klaus’ face breaks out into a grateful smile, he laughs lightly before patting Diego on the chest, turning to get his things. “Okay, great. I’ll just get my things. Two minutes.” He says happily, rushing past you with a grin to get whatever it is that Klaus needs.

Diego turns around to give you a what-the-hell kinda look, you casually shrug, “He said two minutes.....and he looks like he could use some friendly interaction.” Diego just sighs, nodding in agreement, “Yeah alright...but only because you’ll be with me.” He replies, before turning towards the door.

You smack his bum as you scoot past him, “It’ll be fun, just like old times.” You quip while Diego shakes his head in amusement, following you out the door.

——

You’re comfortably sprawled out in the backseat, feeling the dull roll of the car moving speedily down the road, while you listen to the hum of the engine. Diego drives, as Klaus drinks from a wine bottle, looking dismally out the window. “You okay?” Diego says after a quiet couple minutes, not getting anything from Klaus, who takes another swig. “Wow. This is a first. My brother Klaus is silent. How bout’ that Y/N.” Diego glances at Klaus again, “Last time you were this quiet, we were 12. Ran down the stairs wearing Grace’s heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut again?” He wonders.

“Eight weeks.” Whispers Klaus tiredly, still staring out the window.

“Eight glorious weeks of bliss.” Smiles Diego, you sit up sticking your head between the two of them. “And I missed out on it all, damn.” You mutter, trying to mentally visualize the whole scenario. Klaus suddenly lifts his head up, “Hey, just....just drop me off here.” Diego nods, you look across the street at the building in mind, Lakeshore VFW, but that’s where the veterans go? None of you have ever been in the army, at least that you know of.

Diego pulls into the small parking lot, Klaus jumping out as soon as he stops, now you’re very confused. “You sure you’re all good, Klaus?” You call after him, he ignores you as he nervously walks up to the door, opening it and walking inside. You look over to Diego who’s equally as puzzled, he turns around about to start the car again. When you instantly reach your hand out to touch his shoulder, “Wait, I’m gonna go in and see what’s up with Klaus.” Diego stops, turning his neck to look at you, “I guess I better go in too. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself Y/N...I mean Klaus probably needs me an...”

“Diego.” You deadpan, shutting him up instantly. He takes the keys out of the ignition, as you open up your door, Diego doing the same. The two of you then start walking towards the entrance, clueless as to why Klaus would have wanted to stop here.

You walk in, finding him moping around some old WWll photographs, you sigh, beginning to walk over to Klaus, Diego right behind you. Throwing a hand on Klaus’ shoulder you unintentionally startle him, “Just go away, please.” He asks you, while rubbing his eyes. You let go of his shoulder, half-sitting yourself against the pool table, Diego steps up next to him, “Not until you talk to us.”

“Is that a threat? You threatening me?” He mutters, annoyed that you two won’t leave him alone. Suddenly a random guy to your left walks up to the three of you, “Guys. This bar? It’s for vets only.” He states, urging you all to leave.

“I am a vet.” Says Klaus, by the way he announces it, you can sense he’s not lying. But how would he have been a vet. Something wrong definitely happened in that whole day he was missing.

The veteran chuckles, not believing him in the slightest, “Really? Where’d you serve?” He says amused, glancing back at his friends. “None of your business.” Snaps Klaus defensively. The grumpy vet starts to lose his humor, and apparently his temper too. His face falling, “You got balls comin’ in here, pretendin’ you’re one of us.” You glance at Diego, who gives you a what-is-even-happening, look. Klaus turns around, “Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you. Asshole.” He says growling the last word. Shit. The large and pissed off vet takes a step closer, you step in front of Klaus, raising your hands up to stop him, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now, soldier. All right? My friend here has had one too many.” You look to his friends beginning to gather around behind him, then back to him, “Let’s just call it a day, all go our own way. No harm done.” You tell him, doing your best to reason with him and get out of here without a brawl. “Sure thing.” He says bluntly, but you’re unconvinced. “Thank you.” You answer anyway, trying to move things along, you turn to Klaus and Diego, “Let’s go..” “As long as you apologize.” Interrupts the vet, Klaus looks back at the photographs giggling to himself. You give Diego a defeated look, as you turn around to face the vet again. “Fine. I’m sorry. He’s sorry. We’re all sorry. So...are we good?” You tell him, restraining a sour tone the best you can physically muster. He looks at you, pointing to Klaus, “I wanna hear him say it.”

“Hey, man. I’m just trying to..” “No, no. He’s right Y/N. He‘s right. He’s right.” Interrupts Klaus, turning around to face the angry vet and his buddies. “I’d like to apologize...that you...are depriving some village of their idiot!” Growls Klaus, this not sitting very well with the vet. He swings at Klaus but misses when Klaus swiftly ducks, standing up again to head butt the guy. The guy staggers back, his buddy throwing a fist up to catch Klaus across the head. But before he has a chance Diego rushes in, deflecting the punch and kneeing the guy in the stomach. “Seriously.” You groan at all of them. Klaus running past you to jump on the back of another random guy who’s ready to fight.

You roll your eyes, men. Deciding enough is enough you spring into action, it only takes you about 10 seconds before they’re all groaning in pain on the ground, dazed as to how you just took them all out so fast. You stand near the exit, adjusting your jacket. “Let’s go. Right fucking now.” You snarl at Diego and Klaus, who instantly get up off the floor, making a beeline for the door.

——

You’re sitting in the backseat of Diego’s car, him at the steering wheel and Klaus in the passenger seat. Your little trio parked across the street from Giddy’s Donuts. “You got a big mouth, you know that?” States Diego, referring to Klaus’ jabs at that old grumpy vet. “Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego.” Mumbles Klaus unamused, as he goes to open up a bag of pills. “Everything’s a big joke to you, right? Would you stop it?” Diego yells, grabbing the pill bag out of Klaus’ hands. “Why are you putting this shit in your body?” Interrogates Diego, not being able to understand why his brother always does this over and over again.

Klaus blows a raspberry into the air, in frustrated defeat. “Check this out Hmm?” Says Diego as he lifts up his black sweater, where he then pats his toned stomach. “My body is a temple. All that shit you do, it’s just weakness.”He states. You lean up closer in between the two of them.

“That’s so inspirational.” You add sarcastically, earning a small snort form Klaus.

“Well weakness feels so good.” Klaus then reaches his hand up to take a pill, Diego reacting fast as he smacks it out of his hand.

“What’s going on with you? Huh?”

“Don’t hit me asshole!” Yells Klaus, you just sit back and watch the show, Diego leaning in closer as he jabs a finger at him, “Don’t tell me everything is all right, because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!” Explains Diego loudly, you covering your ears a bit at his explosion. “Because I lost someone.” Barks Klaus, who looks down at his hands, sighing sadly, “I lost someone. The only...The only person I ever truly loved more then myself.” You sit up again, looking between the two of them. Diego looks out the front window with a puzzled look on his face, not expecting that answer. Klaus just gives you a sad smile, “Cheers.” He says, popping a colorful pill in his mouth.

“Well you’re luckier then most. At least you can still see them...when they....yeah.” You whisper quietly, thinking about your parents and Patch. You lean back into the backseat, turning your head left to look out the window. Diego turns his neck to look at you, about to say something before he catches sight of Hazel through the back window, who’s breaking into a car. “That’s our guy.” You sit up, turning around to see for yourself, “Huh. No shit.”

“Hey, I know that guy.” Adds Klaus, watching Hazel through the side mirror. “How could you possibly know that...” Begins Diego.

“He and a really angry lady tortured me. I barely got out with my life.” Explains Klaus, revealing a heavy part that you missed. You furrow your brows frowning, “Cha-Cha.” You mutter quietly to yourself. These psychos are dead. Diego abruptly starts the engine, pulling out to follow Hazel to wherever he’s going next. And so the hunt begins.

——

The three of you sit in the car, outside of the crappy motel that Hazel unknowingly lead you to. Klaus is sipping on his bottle of wine, while Diego scans the area, you watching the motel windows closely. You suddenly spot movement coming from the blinds of one on the upper floor, on closer inspection it’s a woman, looking incredibly familiar, that must be Cha-Cha. “Bingo.”

Diego looks up, catching a flash of her hand, as the curtains conceal the rest of her. You get out of the car and wait for Diego as he takes out a knife, Klaus just looking at you two bored, “You know killing these people is not gonna make you feel any better, Y/N.” Adds Klaus. You stop for a second to think about why you’re doing this. Diego’s here to avenge a friend, but you’ve kinda been leading the charge this whole time. After all, you were closer friends with Patch then Diego was, and you also know that these fuckers have murdered countless other innocents. They must die, and you’re the best person to do it.

You lean down by the window to look at Klaus, “They killed my friend and countless other innocent people, kill one save a thousand.” You growl, standing back up at the sound of a door opening. You look up, watching as Hazel walks out the door and down the hallway, out of sight. You quickly follow, leaving Diego and Klaus to argue about something from behind you.

Turning a corner, you silently walk up the metal steps to the second floor, Diego practically materializing behind you, daggers out and ready to fight. You both reach the top, but before any of you have time to move Klaus walks up, “So, what exactly is the plan here, you two lovers in crime...fighting?” Muses Klaus, making it to the top steps. “I told you to wait in the car.” Grumbles Diego who gives you a look, “Yeah, but you also told me that licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes.” You raise an eyebrow at Diego, “We were eight.” Klaus just looks up at Diego giving a shrug as he takes a couple steps. Diego grabs is arm, stopping him quickly as he pulls him down the steps, you’re watching this half annoyed and half holding in laughter. Diego then races back up the stairs, giving you a confident nod as he turns towards the blue motel door. Giving it a hard kick, the door swings open, revealing nothing on the inside but a tv blaring loudly with some western cowboy movie on. “Very subtle.” You quip, slightly irked at how less then clever his surprise ambush was. You turn to the right, looking down at the parking lot as you unexpectedly hear the scratching of tires on pavement. What the hell?

You move towards the railing as a blue car comes speeding into view, with Hazel and Cha-Cha in their familiar get up of Halloween masks and guns. That are now shooting deadly bullets at you and Diego, oh shit Diego. Without warning a bullet rips into your right upper shoulder where your arm and torso meet. A second slicing just below your bellybutton. Diego grabs at you, hauling you backwards as another bullets clips him in the forearm. To your great surprise, Klaus pulls the both of you back even further, evidently helping the two of you avoid getting shot again.

“Oh, man. See? Used to think I was an idiot?” Sasses Klaus at a panting Diego.

“I still think you’re an idiot.” He claps back, holding onto his left arm, where the bullet went through.

You on the other hand are leaning against the staircase railing, sucking in pained breaths as you slowly feel the bullets getting pushes out of you. The flesh beginning to fuse back together once again, Diego and Klaus finally look over to you. “Y/N, you alright?” Wonders Klaus. You glare up at him still grimacing in pain, “No.” You wheeze, shutting your eyes tight, as both bullets are being forced out of you by the rapid healing process, ultimately at long last they drop to the floor, making a ringing sound as they hit the metal staircase. You stand up straight once again, your eyes going wide in realization, “They’re getting away!” You blurt out, racing down the steps, Diego and Klaus hot on your heels. When the three of you make it back to Diego’s car, you notice how the front tire is completely flat. You all groan in frustration, now what? “Was this all part of your master plan?” Doubts Klaus, miffed that no one has a ride now. “Shut up.” Snaps Diego, looking around for something that could assist in the matter.

You look up to the sky, putting your hands on your hips, “Fucking fuck.” You whine loudly to the sky or birds or whoever would listen, snapping your head back down, your eyes land on the large ice cream truck. Parked ever so sweetly and conveniently in front of you. With a new idea fresh in your mind you walk past Diego and Klaus, stopping in front of the white and cutely designed truck. “I found our ride.”

They turn to look at you, Klaus smiling in excitement as Diego’s face falls. “I’ll drive.” Blurts out an ecstatic Klaus.

——

Sticking your head out the window you catch the scent of Hazel and Cha-Cha, they smell of gun powder, fast food, and death. So it wasn’t exactly that difficult to get on their trail. Gosh I’m just like a frickin bloodhound, you think. You sit on the right side while Klaus drives, Diego slumped in the middle seat, putting pressure on his wound. Why you let Klaus drive? You’re pretty sure you have some bullet fragments still stuck in your shoulder, no you definitely do. Why else would it still feel sore, damn you’re gonna have to take those out later.

Now that you look at your surroundings, there’s nothing but trees and farm fields. Plus Luther and Five, standing next to a parked car on the road, while Hazel and Cha-Cha point guns at you from further down the road. Shit. You hold on tight as Klaus manically laughs while plowing into the two assassins. Everything happens so fast and the next second you’re jostled again when the ice cream truck rams right into their getaway car. You smack your head off the window, cracking the glass, as Diego gets shoved into the dashboard. “Fuck.” You seethe through clenched teeth, bringing your hand up to touch the spot on your head. No blood is felt to your great relief and now the pain is gone, unlike Diego who’s clutching his injured arm in pain.

You hear Klaus yelling for you two to get out, not wanting to wait for Diego’s slow ass to make it out of the truck. You kick your door open, breaking the lock in the process, oh well. Not dwelling on the matter, you book it to the other side where Luther and Klaus are holding up Diego as they start running for Luther’s car, without a second thought you follow them, not caring enough to bother with either Hazel or Cha-Cha. You’ll get your chance, the safety of your family is way more important at the moment.

You run around to the passenger side of Luther’s car, Klaus and Diego taking the back, as Luther gets into the drivers seat, hitting the gas and flooring it.

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