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Chapter 2 act 4: all's fair

Since the newest revelation of Terry’s past had come to light, GG was thinking constantly, how exactly would he go about figuring out the truth behind Terry’s framing and clear his name to his old crew? The cowboy himself had only so much information on the subject and it wasn’t like he could just ask the blood-thirsty, money-hungry bounty hunters himself… or could he?

And it was this thought process that led him to decide the latest destination for the duo’s travels

“A theme park?” Terry asked

“It makes perfect sense!” GG snapped back “if we wanna find a bounty hunter, we gotta think like one and if one’s looking for me they’d have to think like me, where would someone like me wanna go?”

Terry just stared, confused

“Exactly!”

“GG, if you wanted to go to a theme park, you could have just said so”

“Did you not hear that very straightforward thought process of mine?!”

“Look, I know the rogues and I’m pretty sure they’re smart enough not to actively pursue a bounty in a largely populated place like this!”

“Oh…” GG said as his head began drooping down to the ground

Feeling bad for the boy, Terry then said, “Then again, can never be too sure and we did come all this way”

Immediately, GG picked himself back up, “Great!” he yelped, “Now, look alive, we got pages to fill!”

“Pages?”

“I’m thinking of writing a journal or maybe a blog…”

As the Delinquent duo walked off they remained oblivious to the discreet, camouflage-clad seeker, watching, strategizing their downfall…. From the trash can

“Hmmm… The Toppat boy is onto me! Smarter than I thought it seems… but being a step ahead won’t mean much as he steps on a landmine!” Wally Warlock announced as he flipped through his spellbook and with a wave of his hand, a peculiar creature with a mushroom on its head resembling a soldier’s helmet appeared on the ground beside him

“Glug…” the creature groaned

“Hey, over here!” Wally commanded, prompting the creature to turn around, “You see those two?” he continued, pointing at the delinquent duo, “keep an eye on them but stay out of their sights, and when the time is right…” Wally once more waved his hand, making a gun locked and loaded with sleeping powder appear in the creature’s hands

“Glug!” the creature responded affirmatively, as it began to waddle off, dragging the gun behind

For about 20 seconds before it walked into a no entry zone of the park and was launched into the sky by an oncoming coaster

Wally, facepalmed as he saw this, “I spent the last of my cash on this third rate spellbook?! Urghh, well if these things are lacking in quality, they’ll have to make up for it in quantity…”

Meanwhile, the Delinquent duo were simply meandering about the park, with GG practically rotating with each step, “the hell are you doing?” asked Terry

“Well, those hunters could be anywhere, right?”

“Well I don’t think they’re gonna strike if they can tell your ready”

“Ah, you’re right, gotta act natural, hmmm…”

At that moment, a Bottle toss stand crossed his sights and immediately he dashed towards it, dragging Terry in tow

“Ah, nothing like some nice rigged carnival games to relax while we’re most certainly NOT on the lookout for bounty hunters, eh, Terry?!” GG loudly announced, much to Terry’s un-amusement

“2 games please” GG said as he plopped 2 bucks on the booths counter and the operator handed the duo 3 balls each

“You first, Terry” GG said “I’ll be on look-out” he then whispered as he stood and tried to maintain subtlety

As this was happening, two of Wally’s shroom-soldiers as one of them walked about a corner, Spotting GG and Terry, immediately the other dragged them back as to remain out of their field of vision, Back in the trash can, Wally was using a communication spell to keep tabs on his fungal forces, when he got a signal from the duo, “You’ve got them in your sights? Perfect! Just get a clear shot and bring those maggots to me!”

“Glug!” the two responded affirmatively

On of them then proceeded to rather clumsily get a grip on their gun

As the creatures began to take aim, Terry ran out of balls and switched positions with GG, “All yours” he said as GG stepped up to the plate

“Alrighty, just gonna wind this one up…” GG said as he reeled his arm back in a circular motion that grew faster and faster, Flames began to fester on the ball and he eventually chucked it with all that built up force!

Completely missing the bottles as the ball tore through the back of the booth, ricocheting off a hard concrete wall, tearing another hole, whizzing past GG, Terry and the booth operator before Smacking right in the Shroom soldier’s face, right as it was about to shoot! Causing the other to promptly flee the scene

“Huh” GG said, “Might’ve packed a bit too much into that one, oh well, I still got two more-”

The operator didn’t hesitate for a second as they smacked the bottles off the table themselves “Look at that, a winner!” they said frantically as they shoved the largest plush amongst the booth’s prizes in the boy’s hands

“Soldiers, what’s your read?” Wally asked, trying to reach the duo’s signal, the survivor grumbled its response, “A fireball? Of course you realize, Toppat, this means war!” He then proceeded to signal all of his troops, “all units, I’m being told our foe is wielding some sort of fire magic, but this means nothing, we’ll just have to fight fire… with ice!” Wally announced as he looked through his spells and clapped his hands, suddenly the hues of the shrooms shifted from sickly greens to lighter blues as they were all given ice magic

Meanwhile, the Delinquent duo were wandering around when abruptly, GG came to a stop, turning around with wide, awe-struck eyes, “What is it?” Terry asked, confused until the boy pointed up at the attraction that caught his eyes

“bumper cars!” GG cried out with glee! Reminiscing of the few, yet very fond memories he had attached to the attraction

“Getting distracted, are you?” Terry teased

“Wha- how DARE you accuse me?!” GG yelled, taking the joke rather personally, “I said I’d find one of your old friends here and I meant it! And I can do it while taking in all the frantic swerving, the tires squealing, the…” he was in a trance before quickly snapping out of it “agh, let’s just get in line!” the duo proceeded to the attraction as GG resumed his observation

Despite GG’s vigilant lookout, a horde of Wally’s shrooms remained undetected as they peered from the corner of a stand, they needed to get close, but how?

At that moment, one of them grabbed an unattended box of the Park’s novelty hats, they donned the disguises, hiding their grotesque spore-ridden mugs with more cartoonish, foam fungi as they proceeded to get into line with the delinquent duo, the line moved and the horde along with the delinquents got into their cars as the ride’s operator came on the speaker to rather unenthusiastically announce “ready, set… go!” as he activated the ride’s music and the car’s ignitions

Now, while GG had ultimately arranged this day-trip in order to lure any of Terry’s old friends and help clear his name, that didn’t change the fact that he was sitting in one of his all time favorite attractions to any theme park, the adrenaline had begun to kick in as the music blared in ears his eyes widened along with a worryingly big smile, he slammed his foot to the gas and he was off! Rushing to the horde and slamming them at full force like a bunch-a bowling pins! He swerved and turned as the horde tried to retaliate, rubber squealed, dust flew, it was utter madness!

“Well that’s… worrying,” Terry muttered to himself as he watched this unfold, until GG’s car inevitably turned his direction, before promptly giving him the same treatment as everyone else in that arena, Terry of course, wouldn’t take this lying down, following the crash, he adjusted his hat and put the pedal to the metal, as the duo chased each other about the area, with GG’s intense, almost maniacal enthusiasm and Terry’s focus and vehicular prowess (jetpack, bumper car, potato, po-tah-to) it was truly an heart- pounding spectacle as they bumped one another to and fro!

Meanwhile, as the horde were recovering from their crashes and attempting to take advantage of their distraction, one of them attempted to fire shots of frost at them, but given the speed of their chase and that they weren’t exactly stellar aimers to begin with, they missed every one, until they got a call from Wally

“What are you doing?! I can see them in your sights, so listen up!” he commanded the soldier as he relayed his strategy, they gave an affirmative “glug!” before shouting at their comrades, waking them up as they all collectively set their arms to drag behind as they all charged forward, creating a layer of ice on the arena, catching the duo off guard as their carts were sent sliding across the stage like billiard balls, they could barely control their cars, just as planned

Trying to capitalize on this disorientation the horde once more tried to subdue the duo with their guns, of course, they only now realized that their ice only made their targets even more erratic than before, but they were in too deep and decided to press onwards to get a closer shot, before getting caught in the storm themselves

At this time GG would try to take back control, he grabbed on to the steering wheel as hard as he could, jolting it left, right, up and down and all around, desperately trying to get any input through as he continually spun out of control, soon enough, he began eliciting his electricity, giving extra power for both himself and the car, finally getting him to veer off, though still at the mercy of the icy terrain

Eventually, the momentum carried him to the edge of the area, where he’d orbit about in spiraling vortex, catching the horde in his grasp

At this moment, the ride’s operator finally woke from their nap, seeing this scene, immediately they pulled the override, causing every car to abruptly stop

Since GG and Terry were the only who bothered to put their seatbelts, the horde ended up being sent flying far off, “they’ll be fine” GG remarked as he grabbed his plush and the duo walked off

After the horde landed, Wally buzzed in “You… lost them again, didn’t you?”

“Glug…”

“Of all the…”

“Glug”

“You what?”

“Glug!”

“Oh-ho, I underestimated you soldier!” Wally hollered as he checked his tracking spell, lo and behold, true to the shrooms word a single spore had been planted on GG’s plushie, now with a direct location wally radioed in every last soldier to tell the good news

After everything, the duo had decided to take a break and eat some snacks, all the while GG lamented the lack of success he was having

“Ugh, what am I doing wrong?” He asked sadly

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up so much, look at the bigger picture, they're bound to show up soon enough”

“Bigger picture…” At that moment, GG noticed the Massive ferris wheel that stood in the center of the park “Jackpot!” he said, as he headed for it, with Terry reluctantly following

Just as the duo hopped on one of the wheel’s carts, just as the shrooms had begun to pursue, catching rides in the carts behind, soon enough, they were all sitting at the highest point of the wheel’s rotation as it came to a stop

“Alrighty, hand me the binoculars” GG said, holding his hand out

“What? I don’t have any”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE ANY?!”

“Do you just expect me to have a solution to all your problems in my jetpack?”

“Eugh, alright, it’s fine, maybe if I just look a little closer…”

As GG tried to stick his head out for a better view of the park’s patrons far below, just then Terry noticed someone aiming a gun at the boy

“Get down!” he yelled as it attempted to shoot

“Haha! So someone is here! You know that mushroom-head?” GG exclaimed

“No,but I recognize that kinda magical weaponry anywhere” Terry began to rev his jetpack “fun day, but we’re outta here”

“What? But this is our chance! If their weapons are there, the guy is probably close by”

“You don’t know what you’re dealing with!”

“Which is why I’ve gotta learn somehow!”

“This isn’t your problem to face!”

“It’s ours, we’re a team, remember?!”

“It’s too risky!” Terry grabbed GG’s arms and attempted to fly and flee the scene

GG meanwhile, wasn’t having it, as he broke out of the cowboy’s grasp with a rocket boost and latched himself onto the ferris wheel, he swung and climbed to and fro as the shrooms tried to shoot at him

“What are you doing!?” Terry screamed as he flew back for him

Soon enough the ferris wheel had begun moving as GG reached the top, prompting him to start running to avoid falling

“The things I do for this guy…” he muttered as he felt the wheel gaining speed from his electric steps, eventually getting to the point he could only hold on for dear life as it spun out of control, shrooms flew until the wheel finally came to a steady stop, luckily as GG was a safe distance from the ground, he released his grip as Terry flew down for him

“Jeez! Can you get any more reckless!?”

Watching closely by the scene, Wally was delighted, “it’s all coming together! Now hold still…” he remarked as he began to slowly aim his own gun”

“Urgh… I don’t feel so good…” GG got up, disoriented before he ran off, holding his hand to his mouth

“What’s he doing?” Wally wondered, before noticing the boy fast approaching “Shit! Where’s the teleportation spell?!” he frantically flipped through as GG came closer and closer before he reached wally’s trash can…

Running right past it and vomiting in a nearby porta-potty, walking out, still dizzy

“Ugh, what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of making good on my promise”

“By throwing yourself head-long into danger!?”

“Huh, when you say it like that…”

Terry sighed, “Look, this isn’t something to take lightly, and I’ll admit I haven't exactly been handling this as well as I should, I’ll give more information on the rogues, but could you not do something like that again?”

Meanwhile, Wally eavesdropped right under the duo’s noses, gasping at what he was hearing “He’s plotting to take us out!” Wally didn’t hesitate to jump out his hiding place with his gun pointed right at Terry, “Not today, weed!”

Just before he could shoot, GG tackled Terry outta the way, Wally proceeded to raise another horde of shroom soldiers

GG proceeded to grab his plush by the leg, before setting it aflame and charging his horde, swatting at the horde like he was in a third-degree burning pillow fight! Rushing straight for Wally himself

Realizing this, Wally quickly used a wind spell to propel himself away and summoned even more shrooms to slow the duo down, even still GG chased him down with Terry close behind, mowing down the decomposers one bullet at a time

Soon, Wally placed himself atop a roller coaster’s tracks, using another spell to summon a small, yet quick tank he’d use to make his getaway, GG followed, Rocket jumping to the tracks, Terry stayed behind, keeping the horde at bay and preventing them from attempting to climb on

On the tracks, GG and Wally’s chase raged on through every turn, slope and even loop-de-loop, even with his speed, GG slowly grew tired, Wally saw this, thinking he was in the clear until he saw something ahead that made him stop in his tracks! An “under construction sign” and piles of sharp debris below

GG began to approach, Wally flipped through his book one more time, looking for any last gambit, before simply deciding to throw the book at the boy, he merely swatted it away as he stopped, huffing and puffing

“I don’t wanna hurt ya,Wizard, just tell me everything you know about Terry”

“Weed? He’s a maggot, always poked into places he shouldn’t and worst of all, he’s a traitor!”

“That’s a lie! He never killed that leader of yours!”

“Is that what this is about? Hehe, well how about you send weed my regards, he can tell all the lies he wants, he was NEVER a part of us and after what he’s done, the only thing he’ll be a part of is the dirt under my boot!”

With rage in his eyes, GG charged a flame in his fist and tried to sucker punch the warlock!

“insidias armis!” Wally called as he clapped his hands, disappearing into the smoke

At this moment, Terry arrived, still wiping off pieces of shroom from his arms, “you good?” he asked

“Yeah, I’m fine, say, the park’s still open, you think we could stay here a bit longer? Could certainly use a moment to take a load off my mind”

“Heh, sounds great!”

And so the duo enjoyed the rest of their day at the theme park, but even still, Wally’s words dwelled in GG’s mind, Terry claimed them to be friends yet it seemed they never cared for him at all,this task was gonna be tougher than he thought…

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edwardashley · 2 years

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Your blog genuinely tempts me to watch the Terror just to engage with the ratfuckers (affectionate) like yeah I wanna know what’s up with the fic about the mushroom person. I wanna know what’s up with Gibson’s gender. I wanna know about eating your lover as a final way of establishing your power over them, but in turn, finding that their power over you (emotionally) was just as great and being a little destroyed by the final communion of flesh. It sounds fun tbh

ANON I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IM GONNA SAY… WATCH THE TERROR. but as a heads up the mushrooms and the gender stuff is more themes I added on/extrapolated, like the idea comes from themes in canon but there are no actual mushrooms/intense billy genders there, but that last stuff abt the cannibalism emotionally that you put so well is is 100% explicit and its so delicious (haha) i highly reccommend :) Watch Season 1 of the terror on Hulu or Amazon (or I can provide…a Link but might be a while to get to my computer b/c im sick in bed with COVID). The shows preview pic will show a japanese woman but thats correct one its just the cover for S2. First two eps are good but I’d really stick through to ep3 where it really starts hitting to decide what you think if it!!

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vantaesfairie · 6 months

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hi!! id like to participate in your recent tarot game. i think the emojis that represent your blog are 🍄 🧚‍♀️ LIKE okay i know that your username literally has fairy in it but it just makes sense to me that the mushroom is there with it although i think a darker version of the two emojis would be more accurate. id like to ask if you have any tattoos or piercings because that sounds really cool. my intials are h.o.y. and id just like to hear some messages that i need to know for comfort purposes mainly because academically i just messed up really bad lol results dont come out until january bc its a national exam but im not looking to ask about the results tbh i just want whatever messages come my way regarding my academic life from now until early next year. thank you!

hello lotuskisses!

aaaa yes it does make sense for the darker version of these emojis! i don't have any tattoos or piercings but i want some! i just don't want to make the wrong choice.

i'm not gonna channel your messages about academic comfort in full sentences but rather what i feel called to type here: things happen for a reason. things are going to turn in your favour. go with the flow. cycles end and begin. you are growing. luck always changes. you will achieve financial independence soon. feel grateful and show generosity. take a walk out in nature. you will live a life of comfort and leisure. enjoy all fruits of your labour. victory is coming for you. work hard and show clear progress. persistence is key. you will get your well deserved recognition. the sun will continue shining. you are worth it. your goals are just right ahead.

personal advice: work hard and always persist, try doing things in smaller chunks and build them up gradually. i think that this situation is better than you think. the cards i got were quite positive.

feedback is mandatory. thank you for participating!

#pac #tarotblr #pick a card #astrology #witchcraft #tarot #small business #divination #witchblr #support #deck #pile #commissions open

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2-dsimp · 2 years

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Hybrid rule 202: Never pull the bunny’s cottontail

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Bunny hybrid denki x fem! Reader

Cw: NFSW, monsterfuxking, praise, body worship, oral m! receive, blowjob, hybrids, smonophilla, slight titjob

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP!!

🔞MDNI/NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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It’s been 3 years since you and Denki got together even going as far as to be named the electrifying duo. That shocked the whole public with how in sync you guys were with each other when fighting against crime. And everything has been sailing smoothly except for the fact that he got hit with a quirk which turns people into hybrids.

Denki got turned into a cute bunny hybrid with pointy yellow ears which twitched along with the wagging of his fluffy cotton tail. The doctor said that it would take at least a week for him to get back to normal but that wasn’t the main problem.

The issue is that it was spring. The day that bunnies waited their whole life for just to fuck each other senseless until they’re popping out swarms of little bundles of joy.

It all happened suddenly just as you were about to go to sleep you felt hot air coming out in puffs fan against the span of your neck.

Quiet moans spilled out from Denki’s mouth as you rocked with each and every thrust he’d desperately push up against your bouncy ass, in a fast paced grind in between your pliant brown sweaty thighs.

“Fucccck! Honey please, I need more”

Denki begged barely above a whisper

His boxers dripping with precum as he roughly rutted his hard-on against your pussy, whilst letting out hushed moans that were music to your ears. He was getting close.

“A-almost there haaah~”

Morphed Clawed hands gripped tightly around your hips and he continued his ministrations until he flinched with a shudder, the wetness between your thighs pooled as his haggard breathing slowed and soon enough he stilled and drifted back off to sleep. While still unconsciously maintaining a slow grind of his hips against your moist heat.

Now that just won’t do. How were you supposed to go back to sleep with slick staining your panties, and your horny levels raging over 9000. Getting up from the bed by wrenching yourself from his clutches. You noticed that the stiff bulge which was pressing up against your ass didn’t go down. In fact it was as if Denki had his quirk switched out with hardening by the way it seemed to inflate underneath the covers.

Standing up as straight as a pole it formed a tent beneath the satin sheets. Not being one to pass up this golden opportunity to rid yourself of the hunger welling up inside. You leaned down towards his manhood until you were face to face with his erection.

You Gingerly pulled the band of his white stained boxers with the little bolt print aside, flinching in surprise as his hard rod practically shot straight up from the confines of its prison and stood at attention under your hot hungry gaze. Oh it was so thick, red, and veiny as it leaked leftover cum from the fat winking tip.

Licking your lips you decided to get into position, crawling under the blankets and settling at the foot of the bed. You were hunching over his throbbing dick, after grabbing his hips to steady him. You prompted to show your poor bunny some mercy for his first rut and swallowed him whole.

Slurping the leftover pre and cum on his dick, you felt him jerk in surprise as a soft keen left his lips. You couldn’t tell if he was awake due to having your sights compromised from being under the blankets, but you couldn’t care less. You went down on him feeling out every ridge and vein from the hearty base of his cock, whilst suctioning the cummy mushroom head, as well as reaching into his boxers to grasp at his clenching balls filled with baby batter.

“Ah yesss your doing so well baby! Your throat’s so fuckin tight on my dick!”

Ok now you were sure he was awake since Denki’s loudmouth was gonna wake up the neighbors, with how much he squirmed and panted from the powerful squeeze of your throat and the soft plushness of your lips. That massaged him oh so dutifully, paying no mind to the spit pooling from the corner of your mouth. Opening his pleasured shut eyes, Denki weakly lifted up the covers to reveal such a beautiful image, you earnestly trying to suck the utter soul out of him.

Trying to anchor himself from the onslaught of the wonderful sensation of your tight hole, and slippery tongue. He sat up and reached for your head, both hands dragging you further down on his pulsating dick. Frothing at the mouth Denki couldn’t help but to throatfuck you senseless, his bunny hybrid rut mentality getting the best of him. As he relentlessly angled his hips from the bed, to thrust haphazardly up into your gaping mouth.

Thanks to Curling your toes, you’ve yet to gag on his length of which supplied you with copious amounts of pre drooling from his hard tip. Wanting to spice things up a bit you shrugged off your robe that revealed your beautiful brown tits with dark nipples and wrapped them around his raging dick. The squelching made both of your eyes roll back frown the lewdness of it all. As his tip drenched the valley of your breast and your collarbone with his pre-cum.

“God you feel so amazing, I can’t get enough of you, I think I’m addicted. Shit I can’t stop moving my hips!”

He babbled, drunk off the need to finish somewhere inside of you.

The moment you both made eye contact you gave him a sexy wink, before you shrugged off his hands pulled off his dick with a auidble pop. He whined at the cold air surrounding over his wet dick once smothered by your chest. But the sight of the strings of cum laced with thick saliva that connected your pink tongue to his fat tip…He snapped.

Manhandling you back down to engulf his dripping length, he spouted out words of loving praise. As he tossed his head back whilst still maintaining eye contact with you.

“You look so gorgeous suckin my cock like that—I’m gonna cum! Where do you want it babes?”

You nonverbally answered by jerking off his cock and swallowing hard around his member, with a half lidded lustful gaze that let him know you wanted to suck him dry.

The visuals became too much for him to process, so he came hard as white spurts left his cock to give you a cum facial. Barely managing to avoid getting it in your eyes, as his load splattered all over your bountiful boobs some even got on your bonnet thank god it didn’t slip off.

He was still hard…Good cuz you weren’t done with him just yet.

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A/n: Part 2 coming soon…maybe👀

#denki x black reader #kaminari imagine #bnha kaminari #kaminari x fem!reader #bhna smut #bhna x reader #mha smut #tw hybrids #tw smut #denki smut #bunny hybrid! denki #bunny hybrid #kaminari thirst #tw monsterfucking #denki x reader

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 311: Hand Gun

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “thinkin’ about dropping in some woke analogies of the very real and very presently relevant issue of racial profiling idk what do you guys think” and then shrugged and did it without waiting for an answer, and ngl it was a bit sudden, but I’m here for it. All Might was all “DEKU YOU NEED TO EAT” and Deku was all “OKAY” and took his hero bento and went to go stand dramatically on a tower in the rain whilst having some highly anticipated Vestige flashbacks. OFA II was all, “sup, I guess I’m not Kacchan... OR AM I,” and ngl I think he is?? Alternate universes anybody?? Hello??? But anyway, so OFA the First a.k.a. Yoichi was all “remember that time you guys rescued me from my evil brother and Two took my hand and we Had A Moment?”, and Two and Three were all “ahh yeah good times”, and it was very nice and very, very gay. The chapter ended with it being very unclear if Two and Three have actually lent their power to Deku yet or not lmao. Y’all need to get your shit together dudes.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “what if I gave a random bad guy a fucking tommy gun that shoots nails” and jesus christ calm down son. The Hawksquad, a.k.a. SQUAWK as per @hotchocolatier, are all “time to drive aimlessly around town acting like Deku has a restraining order on us because that’s literally the best plan to combat the League we could come up with,” and I have no further comment. Hawks is all “idk about you guys but I want to know more about AFO and Tomura’s whole deal” and I can’t remember the last time I identified so strongly with one of these characters. All Might is all, “[EXPLODES???]”, and the chapter ends with that mysterious hot girl from the Tartarus breakout being all “HELLO I CAN TURN INTO A GUN AND I LITERALLY DON’T GIVE A FUCK” and (1) WOW, and (2) IT’S TRUE, SHE CAN, AND SHE REALLY DOESN’T. GODDAMN.

(ETA: so this wholly escaped my notice on the first go, and also has nothing to do with the chapter itself, but I only just realized that this chapter was scanlated by a new group, TCB Scans. they actually did a very good job, and I’m curious if they’ve found a new RAW provider, because the quality this week is actually crazy good in comparison to what we’ve been dealing with for the past few months. I’m gonna have to get caught up on what exactly happened here lol.)

so what will it be this week? more Vestige antics? more of Sad Nomad Deku standing on buildings and pretending like he’s some cool aloof antihero, as if he could fool us when we all know his hero backpack is secretly stuffed full with his nerd diaries and the remnants of all the hero bentos that All Might keeps giving him?? or, just putting it out there, just a crazy thought, but you don’t suppose we might actually cut back to U.A.? mmm. side-eyes emoji

maaaaaan I’m starting to get tired of this trend of beginning chapters by dropping in on random power-tripping civilians and/or Shindou lol. just once can we get a chapter that opens with someone I actually give a fuck about

oh at least Endeavor is here

A WHAT SUPPORT ITEM!??! HOLY SHIT DDLKJSLFKJL

lol somehow that’s more terrifying than bullets for me?? like I’m fully aware that bullets will fuck you up way worse and that in real life nail guns probably don’t work like this AT ALL and only have a range of like... hold up let me just google... up to 100 to 150 m/s and distances of up to 500m wait WHAT

okay wait. hold up. like I was expecting google to tell me nail guns only shoot a few feet at most, and instead the first search result is some CDC blog article that’s “dispelling” the “””myth””” -- please note my repeated sarcastic quotation marks -- that nail guns can fire 1400 feet per second, by explaining that actually they can fire anywhere from 315 ft/sec to 1,295 ft/sec, and that “it is in the pneumatic nail gun user’s best interest to handle these tools as if they were a firearm despite having a lower velocity” dlkjdslkjflkl

SO THAT SCENE IN IRON MAN 3 WHERE TONY RAIDS A HOME DEPOT AND BUYS A BUNCH OF RANDOM TOOLS AND SHIT AND GOES ON TO STAGE A ONE-MAN INVASION OF AN INTERNATIONAL TERRORIST’S FLORIDA MANSION HQ IS ACTUALLY TRUE. YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THE FILM “HOME ALONE” IS ACTUALLY A DOCUMENTARY. “the Discovery Channel television program “Mythbusters” compared the penetration capacity of an airborne projectile shot from a pneumatic framing nail gun to that of a 9mm hand gun” HELLO YES AND A MERRY “WHAT THE FUCK” TO YOU AS WELL

anyway, so. there’s apparently a reason why the Number One hero, who can burn people with the intensity of a sun going supernova, is hiding here behind this concrete support column making frowny faces. nope. nuh uh. he ain’t about that. I don’t blame you buddy

so now he’s barrel rolling out of his hiding place and setting this dude THE FUCK ON FIRE because HELL NO. BAD ENOUGH I HAD TO WATCH THAT FUCKING MUSHROOM EPISODE LAST WEEK! YOU TAKE THAT SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE

LOL look at his face

I know the context is actually him being all “I know I’m responsible for basically everything that happened and so that’s why I’m so grim and serious about this mission to set things right piece by piece,” but in my mind this pissed-off face is 100% all because this dude tried to shoot his eye out with a nail gun. look at that. you made him go full flame face again. beard and all. protecting his face so that it can hopefully melt any stray nails that get too close. nope nope nope

good lord. so what’s up next. let me guess the guy fighting Best Jeanist has like an atomic chainsaw or some shit

lol nope we’re just cutting back to Hawks and Jeanist chilling in the Jesla after they’ve wrapped things up

Jeanist has got some serious Groot energy you guys jesus christ he’s like 12 feet tall

oh snap someone threw a pipe at him now

today is just the chapter of Endeavor being assaulted by random DIY tools I guess

I mean, I get why they’re pissed at him obviously; I would be too lol. but tbh I also don’t really understand the “get out of here we don’t want your help” attitude that all of these people suddenly seem to have?? like it if were me, I would be fucking DEMANDING for him and the other heroes to be working round the clock to fix their stupid mess. I mean who else is gonna do it?? it’s their mess, I sure don’t want to be the one to clean it up instead. anyways but whatever lol

oh shit?

so they haven’t dropped the whole “OFA secret potentially gets revealed to the world” thing yet after all. that makes sense I suppose, it did seem like that whole thing wound up playing out a bit too easily

anyway so yeah

the locals are definitely none too happy. well at least Dabi’s got something to be cheerful about I guess

so now we’re cutting to the interior of the Jesla and they’re chitchatting about the current investigation

oh wow this actually makes a bit of sense now. so there was a reason they were keeping their distance from Deku

please note that even in this abstract Endeavor’s-Mental-Image-Of-Him panel, Deku’s eyes still don’t have the light in them anymore :( my poor son

also ftr I still think using Deku as bait in this particular sense is the shittiest idea ever ngl. like sure, let’s let the sixteen-year-old run around battling miscellaneous escaped prison convicts while we stay several kilometers away ON PURPOSE despite the fact that you’re using him as bait to draw out the Big Bad, who just a reminder can destroy anything with a mere touch and who you were all basically helpless against. what exactly are you all planning to do if Tomura or one of the other League VIPs actually shows up to retrieve him?? are you even keeping tabs on him at all in real time?? jesus

(ETA: well that escalated quickly lol.)

Horikoshi is all of a sudden dropping whole pages of exposition here and I can’t be bothered to summarize this lol so just,

a big fat YES to what Jeanist said, though. that’s why imo they would have been better off laying a trap at U.A. rather than just wandering around out in the open. I assume they’re trying to cut their potential losses because U.A. is full of students (and civilians), but those students also happen to be more capable than pretty much anyone else in the manga at this point. and tbh they’re already in life-threatening danger regardless of how things play out from here on, so they might as well at least try to use the few advantages they have right now. U.A. is almost certainly going to come under siege at some point anyway, so they might as well prepare for it

lol I don’t think I’m explaining this very well because I don’t have the patience right now to break it down point by point like it really ought to be, so for now I’ll just say that imo “U.A. siege” stands a good chance of being the eventual endgame even now, and so this whole “Deku runs around being bait” arc is really just killing time until then lol. like and subscribe for more rambling nonsensical takes such as this. maybe next time I’ll even put it all into one single sentence for maximum meandering senior citizen rant value

well it’s nice that they’re finally talking about all of this I guess

we readers have known all of this for months now but this confirms the heroes are finally caught up. ALSO, Hawks is so fucking smart, as always. kinda wonder if things would have played out differently if All Might had let him in on the secret a bit earlier. probably that’s why Horikoshi made damn sure they didn’t find out until after the War arc lol

OH MY GOD YOOOOOO HAWKS OUT HERE ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

“anyone else wondering why AFO bothered to raise Tomura as his fake heir for fifteen years when he was secretly planning on taking over his body the whole time” YES, [raises hand] lmao Hawks where the hell were you when I was debating this “AFO is the final villain and Tomura is just his pawn” thing on multiple occasions over the past several years lol

lmao seeing them debate the metaphysics of OFA and all of its mystical bullshit is seriously surreal you guys

JEANIST HAVE YOU CHECKED OUT MY META TAG I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY ESSAYS. I ACTUALLY WAS PLANNING ON WRITING ANOTHER ESSAY ABOUT THE THING THAT I’M PRETTY SURE HAWKS IS ABOUT TO BRING UP, BUT I NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT WHOOPS, BUT MAYBE I WILL NOW LOL LET’S SEE HOW IT GOES

yes!!

WHICH AFO FUCKING ENSURED HE WOULD BE BY LITERALLY PLANNING OUT EVERY LAST DETAIL OF HIS FAMILY TRAGEDY, FROM SECRETLY GIVING TENKO THE QUIRK TO MAKING SURE NO CIVILIANS OR HEROES WOULD HELP HIM UNTIL AFO FINALLY STEPPED IN. I’M 1000% CONVINCED THIS IS THE CASE YOU GUYS. NOT JUST BECAUSE I’M NOT A FAN OF “THE WORLD IS A FUNDAMENTALLY SHITTY PLACE, ACTUALLY” TAKES BECAUSE MISTER ROGERS TOLD ME TO ALWAYS LOOK FOR THE HELPERS, BUT ALSO BECAUSE IT LITERALLY JUST DOESN’T MAKE A LICK OF SENSE OTHERWISE. THEIR ENTIRE HOUSE CAVED IN FFS, YOU’RE TELLING ME NONE OF THE NEIGHBORS FUCKING OVERHEARD THAT SHIT AND WENT “UMMMMMMMMM” AND WENT TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON?? “DIDN’T THERE USED TO BE A HOUSE HERE, AND LIKE A WHOLE FAMILY, AND SHIT?”

LIKE I’M SORRY, BUT IT’S ONE THING TO SAY IT’S REALISTIC THAT NOT A SINGLE PERSON WOULD ATTEMPT TO HELP THE WANDERING TRAUMATIZED CHILD AFTERWARDS (WHICH I DISAGREE WITH AS WELL BUT AT LEAST THAT’S MORE SUBJECTIVE), AND IT’S A WHOLE OTHER THING TO ARGUE THAT IT’S REALISTIC THAT NO ONE WOULD BE FUCKING NOSY. LIKE THAT’S A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF “THAT’S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS” ENTIRELY LOL. anyway tl;dr AFO is a piece of shit and Tomura’s entire worldview is based on a magnificently intricate and savagely cruel lie more at 11

anyway so after all that ranting it looks like that wasn’t even what Hawks was talking about after all lol. I just went off for absolutely no reason lol oh well. instead it seems that Hawks is suggesting that Tomura’s carefully cultivated hatred might not yet have actually reached “can defeat OFA” levels even after all of that trauma. interesting!

don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here while my brain furiously scrambles to put together all the parallels between Hawks and Tomura that it never noticed before until exactly this second. like I’m not even sure that was the intent here at all (I need to check out another translation or two lol), but regardless my mind decided that now would be the perfect time to make the connection between these two twenty-somethings who both had horrific childhoods and spent years being molded by their respective manipulative guardians, and developed eerily similar “laugh at everything because what else can you do” coping mechanisms to deal with it all hmmmmm

anyway so they were talking more about their strategy, but now all of a sudden Jeanist’s phone is beeping??

AND NOW WE’RE CUTTING AWAY TO ALL MIGHT AND HIS MIGHTMOBILE DAMMIT so that means the call to Jeanist was actually something important then!! WAS IT BAKUGOU OMG. DOES YOUR INTERN WANT A WORD FFFKLFSJK please it’s been so long I just need a little crumb or two to tide me over lmao have mercy

anyway so All Might’s following the GPS tracking device he’s apparently got planted on Deku (which in my conspiracy headcanons he’s actually had for a long time now, like since before DvK2 lol because HOW ELSE WOULD HAVE HAVE KNOWN THAT THEY WERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER IN GROUND BETA, PEOPLE) and thinking angsty thoughts about Deku’s sucky life

AND NOW ALL MIGHT’S PHONE IS RINGING TOO?? BAKUGOU HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE YOU CALLING. “WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE NERD GODDAMMIT”

OMG

lol is he under attack or is he just finally giving All Might the slip like we all know he SECRETLY PLANNED TO ALL ALONG oh my poor dumb angstmuffin

OMG AHHHHHHH WHAT

DID ALL MIGHT JUST FUCKING DIE LMAO NO OF COURSE NOT, BUT WHAT

WHAT IS HAPPENING OMG

THE FUCK IS THAT. AT LEAST IT’S NOT A NAIL

OH IT’S A SPEAKER!! OMG DID THEY TAKE ALL MIGHT HOSTAGE

“THEY’RE HERE” WELP, TIME TO SEE JUST HOW SHITTY THIS SHITTY PLAN REALLY IS LOL

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHE!!!!

omg. AND OVERHAUL JUST CHILLING THERE IN THE BACKGROUND ALL “WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT ME TO DO I’VE GOT NO FUCKING ARMS” YEAH GOOD RIDDANCE LOL

DOES THIS GIRL HAVE ONE GIANT LEG OR WHAT, LIKE WHAT’S THE DEAL HERE

-- HOLD UP WAIT, THE GUN IS HER ARM, HOLY SHIT SHE CAN TURN INTO A GUN -- OKAY HOLD UP BECAUSE I NEED TO SAY THAT IN BIGGER TEXT BECAUSE !!!!

YOU GUYS, THE COOL TARTARUS GIRL IS BACK AND HER QUIRK IS “CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING GUN.” THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! MY BEST GIRL MT. GUN IS FINALLY BACK ON THE SCENE WITH HER QUIRK “CAN DO ANYTHING A GUN CAN DO.” “I HEARD Y’ALL WENT AND NAMED ONE OF YOUR HEROES ‘GUNHEAD’ EVEN THOUGH HIS HEAD ISN’T EVEN A GUN, LIKE WTF IS UP WITH THAT LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE” DANG OKAY

lmao only fifteen pages this week, and STILL NO KACCHAN (THEN WHO WAS PHONE!!!), but man I don’t even care because finally we’ve got a cliffhanger that’s actually deserving of being a cliffhanger! hot dog. okay then

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heauxzenji · 3 years

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queen, how about a kenma nsfw alphabet if you haven’t 👀

Haha- hah- yeah 😌 yeah let’s do that....

NSFW Alphabet: Kozume Kenma

Gn!Reader like always

Nsfw below the cut, you should know this drill by now... 😘

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He needs it just as much as you do. He has a tendency to drop afterwards, so he finds it comforting to spend time coming down from it all with you. Lots of cuddling and definitely food and knocking out together, both making sure to constantly reassure each other.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Does- does hair count as a body part? You know what fuck it its my blog I make the rules. He’s into hair pulling, both doing the pulling and having his pulled. He’ll give it a rough tug when he's behind you, but also expects you to take hold of his hair from time to time as well- with a very tight grip.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Facials. That’s really it. It’s facials. He isn’t a fan of super messy, but he always makes an exception when it comes to painting your pretty face. It;s a reminder that you belong to him so intimately in this sense.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Kenma doesn’t only spend his money on video games. He actually has spent a significant amount of money on a very lavish collection of lingerie and little costumes for you to wear around the house. He’s always buying new pieces and adding them to your playroom- oh yeah... you have a playroom.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

I feel like Kenma’s experience comes solely from porn and stories Kuroo has told him that he never wanted to hear in the first place. But- that is a good enough teacher. He knows enough of what he’s doing to get you there, and prefers the challenge of trying various things on you until he realizes what really works to get you there fastest- like a game.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

8/10 times he’s going to want you on top. It doesn’t matter how. He likes you on top because of the pressure your weight provides. Since he’s so little he likes to feel surrounded.

He also loves to fuck your face. The sight of your face getting lost in his pubes while you gag and get all teary-eyed as you struggle to meet his gaze drives him insane.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

He’s not really the type to make jokes or anything in the moment. He’s focused on making sure you feel good and nothing else.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m so sorry- but like…. no lol. It’s almost a jungle. It’s not that he doesn’t care but he can’t be bothered. If you ask him he’ll definitely clean up, but you have to ask him or it’s just gonna stay that way.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

Likes cockwarming for the closeness. You two can be laying in bed or chilling on the couch and he’ll just slip in, rutting into you every once in a while but mostly staying still and enjoying your warmth and tightness. You both enjoy it when you’re to tired to have sex, but still want to feel something

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

He doesn’t like to do it himself, but instead opts for you to do so sometimes while he streams. You mostly do so because you want to though, he’s pretty indifferent. It’s just not really his thing. When he feels like he just has to- he’s 100% a pillow humper.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Roleplay: Anything that’s an escape from his normal he enjoys, and that also comes with your sex life too.

Breath Play: Kenma is 300% into breath play, and no I will not explain it he just is and I won’t take criticism. He holds his breath when he feels you start to get close- he doesn’t allow himself to breathe until you cum all over him- he’d rather let his lungs completely burn out before he leaves you unsatisfied. He holds his breath when he cums too, it intensifies his high.

Edging: that being said, you also have to work for it. If he's in a more domming mood, he’ll bring you to the brink and rip it away for hours… sometimes even days. If he’s being really mean, he’ll fuck you until you’re practically sobbing, but he won’t let you cum. He’ll cum and just leave you there, and don’t you dare touch yourself or you’ll just add to your punishment later

Voyeurism: you love letting him listen to/ watch you shower. He thinks you don’t know he’s there, but you can faintly hear the way his breath shudders over the water hitting the tiled walls. You can only imagine what he’s thinking of doing to you, and it turns you both on.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

If you think he’s going to do it anywhere but a space with a bed/something to sleep on after- you’re wrong. Sadly this limits you to the confines of your home or the occasional hotel. The baby just exhausts himself too easily and needs to recharge after you’re done.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He’s encouraged by you begging for him. Every time you moan out his name- every time you plead for him to let you cum- it makes him feel powerful. He’s not just a subby baby! He gets off on the power dynamic between you. He knows how apathetic he comes off at times and he uses that to his advantage- loving nothing more than for you to beg for him to touch you. He likes to ignore you on purpose to build up the tension.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

Ken loves to watch, but that’s it. That being said, he doesn’t like being watched. So he’s not much of an exhibitionist. You’re the only real exception to the rule.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

He never lasts long when you do go down on him, so he prefers to wait it out until he’s close, or he’ll let you suck him off when he really needs to cum. He loves it but he can’t control himself, so he doesn’t ask super often, but he does like an occasional morning surprise bj- it’s made him a morning person

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

If he’s fucking you- its so slow its painful at first. Since he wants you to beg, he’ll coax it out of you slowly, building you up until you’re a hot mess, but he never goes faster until the last second. If he’s the one getting fucked, he’s all about you being even and setting a good pace for him. He prefers it when you start slow and gradually get faster, slowing down again once he gets close, and milking it out of him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Absolutely not. He wants to be able to take his time. Like any gamer, he’s not going to be satisfied until he gets a perfect score. So that means he needs time. Its the same thing when you take control. He wants you to take your time exploring him, he wants you to take the time and care to make him fall apart slowly and meticulously. If you’re particularly needy, he’ll give in to hold you over- but expect it to be lazy and sloppy, and a bit unsatisfying. He’s going to leave you wanting more.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Again, not much to see here. He’s not vanilla in the slightest, but he knows what he likes, and he knows what works. Instead of trying a bunch of new things, he prefers to try different combinations of his tried-and-trues, with a sprinkle of something else here or there- that’s how he keeps you on your toes.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Prefers quality over quantity, so most of the time his rounds are one and done. But that one and done can last hours- he has a lot of control over himself and will hold off until he’s sure you’re spent. He’ll give in to a few more rounds of you ask him nicely- he can’t resist when you bat your pretty eyes his way… but he’ll probably get you off with toys or his hands instead.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

Likes to use toys on you, especially when he’s tired or feeling particularly lazy that day. He likes the fact that you can still get off by his hand without him having to do much. He will use it to his advantage though, which means you need to be prepared to be edged for awhile most days...

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

He’s VERY easy to tease. Gets flustered by the smallest actions, no matter how innocent they are. Can’t really control his boners so you have to be careful with him. He hates being teased but lives to tease you.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Very breathy, very shaky. He’s not necessarily super quiet, but there’s a lot of deep breathing and exhaling as opposed to outright moans. When he does actually moan it’s so delicate and pretty. He does talk to you as well, he tells you how pretty you look in your lace, and how much he likes pretty things like you.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

His favorite post fuck meal is mac n cheese. Kuroo fed it to him in celebration when Kenma lost his virginity and he has now been essentially pavloved to associate sex with the Kraft blue box.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

It's not like, pretty- it's cute- Under the mess of hair anyway. Very uwu cute. He’s not a shower but he has maybe 5-6 when he’s ready to go. It's pink all around and chubby. Honestly it looks like those adorable little smiling mushroom plushies- you know the ones.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive isn’t low, but instead its moderate. You’re a lot more needy than he is, so you tend to always be the one initiating- but he’ll also never be shy about asking you when he wants you.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s out before he even hits the pillow most times. He loves to fall asleep in your arms, resting his head on your chest to time his own breaths with your heartbeat. The only drawback of how cute this sight is is that kenma snores like a 70-year old man in dangerous need of a cpap.

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cosmica-candy · 4 years

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Chapter Three: Curiosity Strikes at 12

Another chapter, illustrated by yours truly, and written by @mechamastermind!! this is yet another chapter in our Coraline NSR AU! For the previous chapters check out my blog, and make sure to follow me for future chapters, we are going to write this to the very end!! But for now, Enjoy!!

Chapter three

Whirring, Turning of bumping of the clockwork mouse echoed through the portal, it smacked against the door frame, going to wriggle it's way into the attic. Slowly, inch by inch it buried its giant metal buck teeth further and further into the corner of the trapdoor. Prying and prying the corner off bit by bit like it was chipping away at the food on its plate. A mouse on a mission… Rescue the boy.

Neo woke up in his bed, expecting one of his dads to be next to him… but no one was there. He walked out into the living room, expecting anyone to greet him and tell him good morning. But no one was there. He did hear the sounds of everyone scurrying around outside, to which he was racing out to see. He saw his fathers both sprinting towards the van with briefcases sloppily tucked with clothes, sleeves dangling out and flailing in the wind.

Neo managed to catch his father, Neon, rushing by him.

“Daddy?! Daddy what’s goin on!?”

“D-Does that mean Papa will have some free time finally!?”

“Oh the most wonderful thing Star Shine! Your brothers got asked to do a local concert!!”

Neo’s eyes lit up, stars seeming to beam from, but his iris as he got on his toes, seeing his moment.

Nova stood by the van, Sol, Aquos, Stello, and Snow all lined up next to him, as he grabbed them, lifting them up with both hands like a bouncer to a bar throwing out drunks, except he was throwing his boys into the van.

“Sorry Neo… I’ll be busy working from home to schedule the next tour…”

That felt like the last straw, but this time no one would see Neo cry, he just stood there balling his fists in anger. Snow and Stellos noticing their youngest brother angry, they were much more attuned to their baby brother’s moods than their father. Stellos managed to run over to Neo before Snow could, as he knelt down next to him,

“Hey there neo! Gonna miss you little buddy!”

“...Yeah…”

“...You know… I heard you talking about your new friend last night, Yinu was it?”

“Oh!?” Neo’s eyes suddenly shot up.

“Remember by our old house… we had that well? And the funny circle of mushrooms around it?”

“Playing in the fields right?”

“Yeah!”

“...Uh huh?”

Stellos patted his brother’s head, before being scooped up by nova, and tossed into the back of the van. Snow then walked over, putting his hand on neo’s head and brushing his hair.

“Well, if you go playing again in the fields, make sure you and your little friend stay away from the circles, you might fall in, and we might not see you again.”

“Oh… Okay Stelly…”

“Hey,” Snow said “Don’t have too much fun without us alright little bro?”

“I don’t think it’ll be that hard…” Neo pouted, before snow knelt down and looked him square in the eyes.

“You know how hard daddy and papa work, don’t you?”

“....mhm…”

“And you know why they work right?”

“They love you Neo… Even if they don’t show it…”

“....so we can get more juice boxes…”

“That’s right, just like I told you…”

Snow pulled neo up to sit on his knee as he gave his brother a hug.

Neo just whined into his brother's shoulder, still hurting from last night…

Snow set him back down before rushing to the driver's seat, hopping in and then driving off.

Nova and Neon stood there waving their oldest boys off, when Nova suddenly got a call, “Work” coming across his screen as he answered it, walking away from his husband. Neo had enough at this point, he ran back inside slamming the front door behind him. Neon turned around to hear the sound of it slamming as he held a hand up to his mouth and softly gasped… he had never heard Neo get so upset…

Neo scurried up the stairs and began sitting on the top most step, looking down at the rest of the house, as he held his hands up to his face and cupped it… whimpering softly into it as he kicked his feet out in frustration and sadness…

For a second though he becomes silent, as he hears something in the walls…

Scrt scrt scrt….

He looked behind him to see the wall paper pushing out, like a small animal was scratching at a hole in the wall that was covered up by wallpaper.

Neo got on his hands and knees looking at the poking bit of the wallpaper, fascinated by what it could be…

Pop!

Neo jumped back a bit as he saw this metallic mouse roll out on sets of wheels under its body… it looked like a toy!! Neo was softly gasping, he had never seen anything like it, and it was cute and fun looking!!

Suddenly the mouse went from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. As one second it was looking at Neo, the next it was racing down further into the house, before smacking hard into the farthest wall with an audible THUNK!!

Neo ran over worried over his new mousie friend, only to see that it managed to smack the wall so hard, it knocked down the stairs to the attic neo didn’t know about.

Somehow the mouse was able to jump up each step and wheel itself up into the attic, with neo following close behind, calling out to it

“Hey! Mousie! Wait!”

Neo looked around the attic, seeing many many boxes from the previous owners, and even an old grandfathers clock… it oddly seemed compelling that he take a closer look at it. He saw engraved on the pendulum a large X. It was so ancient looking, it didn’t even have a screen which baffled Neo. He couldn’t understand how anyone read this clock, as it was only a bunch of I’s and V’s and X’s.

He scanned past the clock and along the floor, to find the mouse burying its face into the corner of a panel on the floor… looking closer and closer… it was trying to pry the panel open, and that’s when Neo realized it was a trap door!!

But from its position it would just lead back into his room… but there’s no trap door in his ceiling, not from what he saw…

What could possibly be underneath?

Neo dug his fingers into the chewed off corner of the trapdoor, getting them right under, as he began to lift up. But the door was quite stuck, and he couldn’t get it open with his baby fingers alone. So he got up on both his feet, planting them firm and strong as he lifted with all his strength, with the might of half a man!!

The little mouse stood by his feet, clicking with joy as neo felt something snap, and the door went flying open. Neo stumbled as all his weight was suddenly thrown in the air, and he fell down into the trapdoor, the mousey following after him.

Neo began to fall, and fall, much farther than should have been physically possible. As he fell past what would have been the second floor, and fell past what would have been the first floor, and what would have been the basement. He fell for what seemed like minutes through an ethereal veil lacking a true shape, expanding out indefinitely with waving colors.

Neo then finally found the other side as he rolled out along the floor. Looking back he saw that he just fell out of the chimney of the mansion, his path making no sense at all.

His blood ran cold when he suddenly heard the humming… humming of his father, Nova… He was already shaking, still hurt by his father's actions, when he noticed it was coming from the kitchen, a first for nova.

Neo slowly walked over and approached the door to the kitchen, peering in from the doorway as what he saw shocked him.

He saw his father, well dressed as always, tall and strong, but just the slightest bit off, something seemed very stiff and metallic about him… Neo couldn’t place what was off until the man turned around and he saw his eye. In place of a pupil, he had two broad strokes crossed through the middle in the shape of an X. Neo gasped and stepped back as he saw the odd eye, alerting this stranger to his location, as this false nova turned and looked at him while holding a mixing bowl, he spoke in his father’s voice.

“You’re just in time for supper, Dear.”

Meanwhile, in the mansion, Nova came back in after his call from work, he was excited and happy as could be, he proudly called out

“Neo!! I got off work for the day! I was thinking we could go look at the fields behind the mansion!”

But no one answered.

“Neo? Neo where are you buddy?”

But no one answered.

Nova panicked.

He raced up the stairs looking around for his boy, checking his room first. Nothing.

While he was searching however, the mice began to move… gears turning as they worked fast, grabbing the drawstring for the ceiling and pulling the stairs to the attic up and out of sight, while pushing up on a window in the hallway that leads out into the garden.

Then he raced into the kitchen, maybe he was grabbing a snack.

Nothing.

Finally Nova just started calling and screaming out his name over and over again, fearing his boy has gone, when it all came to a screeching halt when he noticed the now open window, and his heart nearly stopped when he considered the possibility that his sweet star child had run from home.

#nsr #no straight roads #milkys art #neon j #1010 #dj subatomic supernova #neo #cora au

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gooferdusted · 4 years

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hypothetically, if I were to write a fix-it/rewrite au fic, (thinking of starting at s5 but debating starting earlier) what are some storylines you’d take out/change, characters you’d save/kill, and specifically changes to sam’s character/arcs you’d like bc i need ideas

ok. ok. I'm gonna try to not go completely off the fucking rails while I write this up but I gotchu (also these r all just my own hot n spicy takes so like. pick what u like, it's all goodie goodie)

• no time passing differently in hell. literally four months is ~Enough!~ a year is enougghh!!!!!! like I get that they wanted to make hell this horrible unreachable thing but u can still like... get that across without having it be this unfathomable chunk of time out of a persons life. like sam was down there with TWO very pissed off angel's for 180 years??? how can he still speak english??? how does dean remember ANYTHING about his old life when mentally more than half of it was spent being endlessly tortured until he finally cracked??? its just.... Too Much...

• ON that note, I feel like later on they never rlly had sam and dean bond over the fact that like... they are genuinely the ONLY two people on earth who have survived actual hell. I mean we got that one off line from dean at some point but??

• no chuck as god. just a greasy greasy rat man getting insane stories projected into his brain. and on the topic of that.... I dont like the reflection of the real life fanbase in the spn universe??? they're pulp fiction novels, it should be all like 50 year old + ladies who picked them up at the local bargain bin, not b*cky r*sen

• I like... WANNA say smth abt s4..... bc I think the way that they handled things were a little out of character BUT I also think that was lind of the point??? like the angels and demons were manipulating them to say/do things they would normally never say/do to eachother to drive a big enough wedge between then that they would eventually say yes to being the vessels. like it hurts to watch sooo much but it did drive the plot forward in a very particular way that probably couldnt have happened otherwise. that being said, when the levee breaks makes me sad, and I dont want to see sam crying for his dead mother alone in a basement! cest la vie.

• sam and dean.... are Friends...,, why did we all forget that..... watch hell house and maybe I'll calm down.....

• PSYCHIC SAM!!!!!! you all know me. you know how I feel about psychic sam... robbed. s4 finale rlly had sam like "drinking that much demon blood has truly changed me forever..... theres no going back now...... 😔😔" like ok. ok. where are your superpowers. where are they.

• I wish some of the other special children had made it out :(( I really liked andy and ava (also sam finding other friend who are like him??? queer allegory??? spare queer allegory?????)

• I also dont think the roadhouse shouldve burned down!!! that shouldve been a Staple Location like Bobby's house. same w Missouri's, literally why did we only visit her once.

• ur sending an ask to my blog so I assume this is just a given for u but!!! we're takin away the misogyny. we're takin away the fetishization! anything that would be given the greenlight by joss whedon we are putting straight in the trash. <3

• this is mostly a thing in later seasons like. idk 9-15, but no ppl knowing who the winchesters are. they are NOBODIES. they pop up like little meerkats and fuck everything up beyond repair.

• also no fancy tech. no iphone 76z or whatever the fuck. sam has an ipod 1. the wheel is so stuck he can barely press play anymore. remember when he literally just tore off the top casing off his laptop and threw it away? more of that.

• no nice clothes. NO nice clothes we fuckin hate that. everything sam and dean own was purchased pre 1995 and dean is an expert at removing blood stains and sewing up jackets. dean will walk into a laundromat with a tide pen and just start goin for it like that scene in deadpool.

• tbh.... I feel like the issues in later seasons are really this massive horrible domino effect. like I could say heres how to fix s7-10 but the fact is if shit hadnt gone down lile it had in s7 s10 would be a different story entirely.

• I am gonna do it tho bc I suck <3

• s6: soulless sam was funney but did that really go anywhere? no. tbh I dont remember what happened w cas and I'm just not going to look it up. it's just not in the cards for tonight. dean w lisa.... ehh.... I've discussed this at wayy too much length w mushroom and we both agreed that dean would probably keep hunting to keep his mind off things and to try and honor sams sacrifice. I guess theres an argument to be made for the fact that it kind of was Sam's dying wish that dean just go fin her and live a normal life but... idk. purgatory was. . indeed a Concept..... that could have maybe gone somewhere if it didnt rapidly spiral into....

• s7!!! I mean. jesus christ. I know some people like this one but jesus christ. the way they literally couldnt commit to having sam have genuine mental health problems after centuries in hell or to just magically wipe them away..... bobby dying halfway thru.... charlie was a bright spot I suppose, but her intro is not my fave episode w her.... idk what the fuck happened w cas, I guess he was god. the leviathan designs were kinda neat but like oh my fucking god it wasnt worth it.

• s8: uh. rough start. idk why the turn tables so suddenly and dean's like "why didnt u look for me >:((" bc??? yall agreed not to???? at the VERY least they couldve had sam been like "I legitimately had no reason to think u werent dead and in heaven and tha wouldve been a little rude of me to pull u out of that." but we went for ~drama~ to make it spicy I guess. ouygh. bunkers there!!! that was cool!!! MoL is a cool concept!!! altho... it doesn kinda contradict the whole sam and dean are nobodies thing... idk. trials of hell was like... cool in theory but bad in practice unless they were planning on ending the show for realskies. and they did not.

• s9: uhh... hated gadreel! hated that shit! wish they had spun that whole storyline to be more "hey sam I noticed u were s*icidal should we maybe address that??" or even like.... I mean dean probably couldve just TOLD sam abt his plan, he had already convinced him to stay alive by that point??? there was no reason to lie!!! plus the betrayal of gadreel not being who he said he was wouldve been like. literally enough drama, we didnt need to fracture the team again. and cas was??? where exactly??? be was human for at least half of that season but hey didnt know what to do w him so they chucked him in a convenience store??? good lord.

• s10: got no suggestions for that one, just toss it

• s11: ok... shes cute.... we can forgive her.... the lore is shaky at best but the episodes SLAP and the characterization is *chefs kiss*. it's been a hot minute since I've seen it so if smth sucked I dont remember and I plan to keep it that way!!!!

• s12: n.. no. no mary. no mary unless we're doing it right. and I promise u doing it right was not poorly ripping off kingsman. couldve brought back bobby!!! if they desperately wanted some drama couldve brought back john!!! actually fuck that, no way

• s13-15: no thoughts, only jack kline <3

#holy fuck im so sorry <3 #shut up cereal #asks #long post #spn critical #hate tagging my posts as that bc i dont wanna b one of ~Those~ but i dont want ppl coming after me 4 this #theres probably like 100000 things i forgot!!! feel free to add ur own!!!!#there are some seasons i only ever watched once very very long ago....#and tbh classic spn is the freshest in my mind so im focusing on her #spn #supernatural

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missguomeiyun · 3 years

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Homecookings [Sept ed]

Currently in the middle of my staycation . ..

TBH it’s not really a ‘~cation’ since I have a daily schedule for myself & it’s even more intensive than a work day lol I am on track :P but it is a full day’s worth of events: reading (book & webtoon), blogging, studying Korean, drama-ing, doing some art things. .. I hope to have some quiet time to myself elsewhere but that’s not an option. .. *sigh* I should be in Korea right now.. .

In any case, homecookings this month! Leggo!

Earlier this month I made Korean style seaweed salad- yes! This is the banchan you get at Korean restaurants. I haven’t perfected it but it’s getting closer & closer to the restaurant flavour now. The secret is plum extract!

My take on ‘fusion’ bibimbap. I added avocado, chicken breast, & kimchi on top of a bed of rice; topped with a sunny side up.

Avocado + bolognese pasta sauce on barley! Topped with dried seaweed. This was a successful trial =)

& as usual, my weekly rice noodle in soup; however as opposed to the usual Busan fish cake, I substituted that with fried tofu.

My version of mapo-tofu. This stuff is so good with rice, even for a not-so-much-a-rice person like myself.

Pan-fried ddeokbokki. I drizzled rice syrup on top so it’s sweet. This cooled down REALLY fast though, which made it. .. bad. It was so crispy on the outside & chewy on the inside, but then as it cooled, the whole ‘log’ turned hard =( upon microwaving, it didn’t revert back to its former state. It was sad. Ideal for rapid consumption, I guess.

Rice with miso soup that I added tofu, mushrooms, & napa cabbage to, as well as kimchi & seaweed banchan that I made.

Have you guys tried the Campbell’s butter chicken? It is so salty to me! I initially had barley rice with the (stovetop-cooked) butter chicken; however, it was so salty & essentially, I poured the whole thing back into a pot & added water, so it turned into this butter chicken stew with barley rice. Much better with the dilution!

Bibim-myeon ( Korean-style spicy cold noodles) with whelks~

Plain salad, yubu chobap, & dried ribs~ Yes, the salad was literally plain. It has zero dressing/seasoning haha the yubu chobap has flavour & the dry ribs are quite salty so. .. yeah. It balanced out :P

Evening mini croissant baking. & no, these were not from scratch. The dough was the good ol’ Pilsbury dough hehe

Tried something different with a slender cut of pork belly meat.. . I just pan-fried the pork so it’s nice & dry. It basically cooked in its own oil. I buttered & toasted the bread, followed by a thin spread red miso that I mixed with a small amount of water (bcos it’s salty!), added the pork on, & then a single piece of kimchi (that I made!). So it’s like a mini slider thing. Not gonna lie. .. the kimchi & the red miso was a good match!

So yeah, now back to my staycation routine :D

#food #healthy #homemade #homecooking #i cook sometimes #home food #cooking #dinner #lunch

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theophagism · 4 years

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this is gonna sound so weird but drop some book recs

please, i love giving book recs! here are a few of my favs in no particular order w/ their Goodreads summary

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

A stunning work that is both a novel and a poem, both an unconventional re-creation of an ancient Greek myth and a wholly original coming-of-age story set in the present.

Geryon, a young boy who is also a winged red monster, reveals the volcanic terrain of his fragile, tormented soul in an autobiography he begins at the age of five. As he grows older, Geryon escapes his abusive brother and affectionate but ineffectual mother, finding solace behind the lens of his camera and in the arms of a young man named Herakles, a cavalier drifter who leaves him at the peak of infatuation. When Herakles reappears years later, Geryon confronts again the pain of his desire and embarks on a journey that will unleash his creative imagination to its fullest extent. By turns whimsical and haunting, erudite and accessible, richly layered and deceptively simple, Autobiography of Red is a profoundly moving portrait of an artist coming to terms with the fantastic accident of who he is.

honestly my favorite book. i can’t recommend it enough. it inspired my username and my blog title both here and on my other tumblr accounts. i’m planning on getting a few tattoos based on it as well.

tw: sexual abuse, disassociation

Night Sky With Exit Wounds By Ocean Vuong

Collection of Vuong’s poetry

tw: internalized/externalized homophobia, poetic violence, the aftermaths of war/immigration

The River King by Alice Hoffman

People tend to stay in their place in the town of Haddan. The students at the prestigious prep school don't mix with locals. Even within the school, hierarchy rules as freshman and faculty members find out where they fit in and what is expected of them. But when a body is found in the river behind the school, a local policeman will walk into this enclosed world and upset it entirely. A story of surface appearances and the truths submerged below.

so so so so beautiful and heart wrenching. i read it in sixth grade and have kept my copy ever since and haven’t stopped thinking about it. similar to The Secret History and If We Were Villians.

tw: self-harm, suicidal ideation, brutal murder

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Under the influence of their charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at an elite New England college discover a way of thinking and living that is a world away from the humdrum existence of their contemporaries. But when they go beyond the boundaries of normal morality they slip gradually from obsession to corruption and betrayal, and at last - inexorably - into evil.

in my top five favorite book and one of my most reread. my copy is covered in notes and ramblings.

tw: murder, alcohol and drug abuse

If We Were Villians by M.L. Rio

Oliver Marks has just served ten years in jail - for a murder he may or may not have committed. On the day he's released, he's greeted by the man who put him in prison. Detective Colborne is retiring, but before he does, he wants to know what really happened a decade ago. As one of seven young actors studying Shakespeare at an elite arts college, Oliver and his friends play the same roles onstage and off: hero, villain, tyrant, temptress, ingenue, extra. But when the casting changes, and the secondary characters usurp the stars, the plays spill dangerously over into life, and one of them is found dead. The rest face their greatest acting challenge yet: convincing the police, and themselves, that they are blameless.

it took me a bit to fall into but it’s really good. similar to The Secret History

tw: murder

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

Around the world, black hand prints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky. In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war. Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious "errands", she speaks many languages - not all of them human - and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out. When beautiful, haunted Akiva fixes fiery eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

A wild, passionate story of the intense and almost demonic love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, a foundling adopted by Catherine's father. After Mr Earnshaw's death, Heathcliff is bullied and humiliated by Catherine's brother Hindley and wrongly believing that his love for Catherine is not reciprocated, leaves Wuthering Heights, only to return years later as a wealthy and polished man. He proceeds to exact a terrible revenge for his former miseries.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

The story of a young scientist who creates a sapient creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment.

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Through the story of Charles Ryder's entanglement with the Flytes, a great Catholic family, Evelyn Waugh charts the passing of the privileged world he knew in his own youth and vividly recalls the sensuous pleasures denied him by wartime austerities. At once romantic, sensuous, comic, and somber, Brideshead Revisited transcends Waugh's early satiric explorations and reveals him to be an elegiac, lyrical novelist of the utmost feeling and lucidity.

tw: sad ending, alcoholism

Crush by Richard Siken

Collection of Siken’s poetry

tw: internalized/externalized homophobia, poetic violence

The Likeness by Tana French

Cassie Maddox has transferred out of the Dublin Murder Squad with no plans to go back—until an urgent telephone call summons her to a grisly crime scene. The victim looks exactly like Cassie and carries ID identifying herself as Alexandra Madison, an alias Cassie once used as an undercover cop. Cassie must discover not only who killed this girl, but, more important, who was this girl?

it is part of a sort of series but it isn’t necessary to read the other books, though they’re great. I also recommend Broken Harbour from that series. similar to The Secret History.

tw: murder, one brief scene of homophobia by a main character’s family

Entangled Life: How Fungi Make Our Worlds, Change Our Minds & Shape Our Futures by Merlin Sheldrake

When we think of fungi, we likely think of mushrooms. But mushrooms are only fruiting bodies, analogous to apples on a tree. Most fungi live out of sight, yet make up a massively diverse kingdom of organisms that supports and sustains nearly all living systems. Fungi provide a key to understanding the planet on which we live, and the ways we think, feel, and behave. In Entangled Life, the biologist Merlin Sheldrake shows us the world from a fungal point of view. Sheldrake's exploration takes us from yeast to psychedelics, to the fungi that range for miles underground and are the largest organisms on the planet, to those that link plants together in complex networks known as the "Wood Wide Web," to those that infiltrate and manipulate insect bodies with devastating precision.

tw: will make you stare at the mushrooms at the grocery store for an ungodly amount of time

#book recs #mailbox

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twdeadfanfic · 5 years

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It’s a dog’s life Pt.3

*Summary: The reader is new and alone at the quarry’s camp, the only one she has is her dog, who seems to be best friends with Daryl Dixon, a not so friendly man, but that friendship will bring the reader closer to Daryl, finding that there’s more to Daryl than what you can see at first glance…besides, he’s pretty hot at first glance, isn’t him?

*Slow burn, both reader and Daryl’s pov, violence and language twd style.Follows the events of season 1 and 2.

*4966 words

*Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapters: 3/14

Last chapter, we left Daryl and the Reader tracking a deer in the woods. We pick it up from there...this chapter is on the longer side, I wanted to get all of this into it, but I’ll hope you’ll enjoy it.

*Link to my masterlist with my other works can be found on the description of this blog. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but tumblr doesn’t show posts with links in the tags.

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When you found the deer, you wished you hadn't. The poor thing was dead on the ground, four walkers feasting on it.

Daryl signaled you to go back and you nodded trying to stay completely quiet. Cole began growling when he saw the walkers and you tried to shush him without making more sound.

"Dog, no!" Daryl said quietly.

One of the walkers raised its head, spotting you, and when it began growling Cole barked back.

"Cole, stop!"

He did, but it was too late, the walkers had spotted you and were stumbling towards you. You didn't know what would be best, try to fight them or run away.

Daryl was already raising his crossbow and shooting one dead, so you unsheathed your knife. As Daryl reloaded, you made your way to the closer walker, grabbing it and struggling to sink your knife into its head as you had seen Daryl do before. You heard a whistle and another one dropped dead with an arrow in his forehead.

You managed to kill the walker you were struggling with and you turned around to face the one that was left, but you saw Daryl had let go of his crossbow in favor of his knife and was already putting it down.

Looking around you made sure there were no walkers left and that Cole was okay, and finally your heart began relaxing its anxious beating. Daryl was looking at the dead deer, silent, and you approached him.

“Come on, let's keep going." You told him quietly, placing a hand on his arm. Daryl flinched at that and you took your hand away.

"Nah, let's go back," He said and he began walking away.

"We can find another deer..." You tried.

"I said no." He snapped.

"Alright... “

"All that dead assholes must have scared all the deer away if they didn't eat them all," Daryl said angrily.

"You still have all those squirrels." You pointed at the string he carried but his only answer was a grunt.

You had been walking for hours, Daryl still silent, stopping to shoot at a squirrel here and there. You thought you were approaching the camp but you weren’t sure. You stopped, getting a little behind, when you saw some edible mushrooms, and as you knelt down on the ground to pick them, you noticed some footprints on the mud.

“Daryl.” You called.

“Come on, don’t get behind!” Daryl sounded annoyed.

“Will you just come here!” You bitted back, rolling your eyes.

He grumbled something you didn’t catch as he approached. “What?”

“Could this be from a deer?”

“Yeah, yeah, good spot.” His scowl disappeared and he gave you a half smile, making you smile back. “Come on.”

You followed Daryl in silence, crouching down when you found the deer. It was looking around and smelling the air, though it couldn’t see you from where you were hiding in some bushes.

Maybe you were weak, but when Daryl raised his crossbow and aimed at the lovely deer, you looked away, no matter you knew you needed the food you couldn’t look as Daryl killed it.

“Shit, damn.”

You heard Daryl cursing and you looked in time to see the deer running away with an arrow embedded into his back leg.

“Did you miss?”

“It ran away when I was shooting,” Daryl grumbled. “Come on.”

You rushed behind him, following the deer’s track, until Daryl stopped, signaling you to crouch again. The deer seemed startled, looking around, and you wondered if it had noticed you. Daryl had just loosened an arrow when the deer ran away again, the arrow hitting one of his back legs once more.

“Goddamit!”

“You think it noticed us?” You asked as you looked around for something else that could have scared the deer.

“Dunno,” Daryl said while he reloaded. “Didn’t think so. Come on.”

“Maybe we should let it go and go back to camp…” It was clear that the deer was running away from something and it was starting to make you paranoid.

“What, no way, come on.”

The next time Daryl found the deer he made you stop further away, just in case, and you held Cole next to you hoping he wouldn’t make any noise. The deer still seemed scared, pacing around, but this time Daryl managed to hit it on its side, over its front leg, but still the deer didn’t stop and it ran away again.

“Shit!”

“We’ve found the most stubborn deer in all the wood.” You commented as you followed Daryl.

“Yeah, come on.” Daryl began tracking the animal again. “We gotta kill it, can’t leave it like that, it’d die slow, it’s cruel.”

Daryl was right and so you followed him, noticing the deer was headed towards your camp. It couldn’t be too hard to get it now.

“Son of a bitch!”

Daryl cursed when you both saw the deer you’d been tracking dead on the ground, all disemboweled, a dead walker on top of it. Around it, there were some people from your camp, along with a man you didn’t know.

“That’s my deer!” Daryl yelled as he approached it. “Look at it. All gnawed on by this....filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!” He cursed as he kicked the walker.

It was the second time a walker got first to a deer you had been tracking, it was unfair…and that poor animal hadn’t deserved to end like that. You were still looking sadly at the deer when suddenly the beheaded walker opened its eyes and snapped, making you gasp, startled.

“Come on, people.” Daryl shot an arrow into its forehead. “It gotta be the head. You know nothing?”

With that, he turned back to the camp, calling for his brother.

“Who’s that?” You whispered to Glenn, nodding at the strange man.

“Rick, we found him in Atlanta,” Glenn explained in another whisper. “He’s Lori’s husband, Y/N.”

You looked at him with wide, surprised eyes. You’d been told Rick was dead…and even if he was alive, how he had managed to find Lori and Carl?

“I don’t know much more.” Glenn shrugged at your questioning eyes. “Hey, you’re Daryl’s friend, right?”

You were taken aback by his question and weren’t sure of what to say.

“My dog’s his friend…”

“Well, Cole can’t help us tell him we left Merle in Atlanta…”

“What?!”

“You know how Merle is…he was threatening us with a gun, so Rick handcuffed him to a roof…” Glenn began explaining and although it sounded plausible, you knew Daryl was going to be beyond mad, which was understandable too. “But there were walkers coming, we had to run away…and we left Merle there.”

“Shit…”

“Yeah, we don’t know how to tell Daryl, so-” Glenn was cut off by a commotion coming from the camp. “Too late, come on!”

When you reached the camp you saw Daryl fighting Rick only to be dragged back by Shane, arm around his throat. Your dog was having nothing of that though, and he ran to them, barking and growling. You rushed to catch him, dragging him away from the men by his collar, you didn’t want to make everything even worse.

Once the situation calmed down a bit, you let go of Cole. Daryl had gone to sit down by himself far from the camp, and your dog began walking towards him.

“Cole, no!” With how worked up Daryl was, you weren’t sure he’d welcome your dog. “Leave him alone.”

Your dog ignored you, making his way to Daryl, and you reluctantly followed him, getting a bit behind. Daryl didn’t seem to realize Cole was approaching him until he bumped his head to his side, and you were surprised when Daryl reached out to pull your dog to his side and bury his face into his fur.

Your heart went to him at the sight. You had heard that T-Dog had chained the door of the roof in hopes it’d stop the walkers that infested Atlanta, but still, you could understand Daryl being worried about the monsters getting to his brother anyway.

You didn’t know what to do but you decided to leave him alone. You must have made a noise when you turned to walk away, though, Daryl’s head snapped up and he pulled away from your dog. He seemed to relax ever so slightly when he noticed it was you, but he still seemed rather uncomfortable and upset.

“Didn’t mean to bother you,” you said quietly.

Daryl said nothing, he just shrugged and rubbed his eyes furiously while looking away from you. You bit your lip, unsure about approaching him, but finally you went to sit next to him.

“Merle’s going to be fine, T-Dog closed the door, the walkers can’t get him, you’ll bring him back.” You said quietly to Daryl and he grunted. “T-Dog, Rick and Glenn are getting ready to go with you.”

“Lucky me,” Daryl said bitterly.

You knew he didn’t really get along with anyone and he was mad at everyone after what had happened with his brother. Obviously he wasn’t thrilled about them going with him, but it was better than going alone.

“I could go with you too.” You surprised yourself with your offer, you didn’t know what had made you do it. You had never gone to Atlanta. But you knew Daryl got along with you a little bit better than with the others, so maybe that could help him.

“No.” Daryl shook his head. “Atlanta’s full of walkers, you heard Glenn.”

“Okay.” You weren’t sure if he was worried about you or if it was just that he thought you couldn’t deal with that many walkers and would mess up everything. You rather think the first.

“Gonna get everything ready.” Daryl sat up abruptly. “We should have left already.”

“Okay…be careful.”

Daryl looked at you over his shoulder, frowning but nodding his head before walking away.

The mood in the camp wasn’t the best after the little group went back to Atlanta. Some of the women went to the creek to do laundry but you sneaked away after seeing Ed was going too, for some reason. Maybe to keep an eye on Carol. You detested the man, you didn’t think anyone liked him and your dog was no exception. Cole’d be growling at Ed all the time and that’d make him angry, and then shit would happen. And you know it’d be Carol who’d pay it, and you didn’t want that to happen.

So instead, you went to the woods to pick up berries and mushrooms, and when you came back to the camp after a while, you busied yourself getting the squirrels Daryl has hunted ready, planning on making a stew with them and the mushrooms you had gotten.

Shane walked by and you noticed his knuckles were bloodied.

"What happened?"

"Had a talk with Ed."

"Well, it was about time." Honestly, you didn’t know why you tolerated him.

Lori came to help you with the stew but her mind seemed to be elsewhere.

"Rick's gonna be fine." You told her quietly. "Glenn knows what he's doing."

"Sure." Lori nodded, giving you a tired smile.

Some part of you wanted to ask her what was going on, how Rick was alive and had found her and Carl, and if you had been imaging things when you thought there was something between Shane and her. Which you didn't judge, she had thought she was a widow and Shane was always there for her. You knew you got kind of lonely in this apocalypse thing. You didn't ask anything, though, you didn't want the drama. Surprisingly, it was she who began asking questions.

"You're Daryl's friend, right?" She made you remember Glenn's words.

"My dog is his friend." You weren't sure if you were joking or not.

"Well, you did spend the night in the woods with him."

"We went hunting, we almost got a deer." You replied and Lori just hummed. "It's not like when you and Shane disappear at the same time." You said before you could stop yourself.

Lori looked at you wide-eyed before quickly busying herself with the stew.

You let out a sigh, feeling bad at having upset her.

"Yes, we're friends, why?" You tried to talk to her again. You weren't that sure Daryl would call you that but you hoped so.

"Nothing." Lori shrugged. "Just... I don't know how... He's so rude all the time..."

“That's not true, he's... Well he's not a people's person..." Lori was kind of right, though, Daryl was harsh with everyone, but you also knew there was more to him. "I know how he can be, but I think he has a good heart, you know?" Or maybe you were just imagining things because he liked to snuggle your dog.

"If you say so..." Lori didn't seem that sure. "But you saw him this morning, he attacked Rick."

"Cos he left his brother handcuffed to a roof..."

"Because he was threatening the others!"

"I know, I know..." You understood both points of view. "But if there's something I know about Daryl is that he loves his brother, how did you expect him to react?" It was true, the older Dixon had Daryl totally under his thumb and you couldn't understand it, but there was no doubt about Daryl's love for his brother.

"Come on Lori, what if it'd have been Merle who had come from Atlanta saying he left Rick handcuffed to a roof cos he was a threat?"

"Then Merle would be in this stew," Lori replied, making you snort.

"I rather not eat that." You said, and both of you chucked.

"What you said...about Shane and me..." Lori began.

"I'm not saying it again." You assured her.

"Does someone else know?"

"I don't know..." You felt bad seeing the despair in Lori's eyes grow. "It's nobody's business... For all you knew your husband was dead, in the middle of the apocalypse, and Shane was here, having your back, and he's kind of hot, so...you're human, woman." Lori gave you a sad smile but said nothing else. "I wouldn't like to be you right now, though..."

"Yeah."

"Just... I don't know, I understand you I guess, I'm kind of tired of feeling alone in the world..." You admitted. You usually tried not to think about the people you had lost and never talked about them, first time had been last night to Daryl. "I'd like not having to sleep alone too."

"You didn't sleep alone last night," Lori said and you nudged her with your shoulder.

"Told you it's not like that."

"Okay, okay... It's just... You're kind of the only person he really talks to, besides Merle, without being an ass..."

"Cos he's trying to steal my dog, right boy?" You said as you sneaked Cole a piece of squirrel. "Besides he can be plenty of an ass when he wants to, I promise."

"I still think you're the closest thing to a friend he has here."

"Well...I'd like to think that."

You all had dinner, night fell, and Daryl and the others weren't back from Atlanta. Shane tried to reassure everyone that they were alright, probably they had wanted to scavenge for supplies too and then they had decided it was best to stay the night holed up somewhere than risking losing the sun. You could only hope he was right. People began sharing stories about their lives, like all nights, but your mind was elsewhere, Lori words still in your mind. You had never thought about Daryl like that before. But sure, you had enjoyed the night you had spent together in the woods, talking. You enjoyed his company, yes. And sure he was handsome... Damn, he was hot, you weren't blind, those gorgeous arms and shoulders always on display, not to mention his cat eyes, those cheekbones, and just the whole look he had going on... If he came knocking on your tent some night, you weren't going to say no. But you were pretty sure something like that would never go through Daryl's mind. Though maybe if you could get to spend with him a couple more nights in the woods, alone... Nah, you'd probably have more luck flirting with a walker than with Daryl. The thought almost made you chuckle. Cole's low growl took you out of your thoughts. "What?" He was looking around at the dark but you couldn't see anything. He began barking quietly, getting some of the others attention. You were about to call for Shane and ask him to go check with you if there was something around the perimeter when you heard Amy's screams coming from the RV. Your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment when you saw her being bitten by walkers, a group of them coming your way. Panic rushed through the group, everybody screaming. Cole began loudly barking to the walkers. "Hush! Stay here!" You didn't want him going running to the walkers and ending up devoured. Shane, Dale, Andrea and everyone with rifles and guns began shooting at the walkers but you only had your knife. They were approaching and you didn't know what to do. You saw some people trying to fight the walkers with bats and shovels so you decided to take Dale’s garden fork and began hitting the walkers with it.

It kept them away from you but it didn’t kill them, you knew it had to be the brain, but your blows didn’t seem to be strong enough. You aimed with the fork and managed to sink its tines into the head of one of the walkers, killing it. Problem was, the monster was now stuck in the fork and more were approaching…you hadn’t thought of that.

You kicked at the walker until you managed to dis-impale it from the fork and began hitting at the closer walkers again, strong enough to put down two with a couple of well-placed blows, ignoring the pain in your arms, but they were too many and they were closing on you. Suddenly you heard some shots and the closest walker to you dropped dead with an arrow in his forehead.

Daryl and to others were back, you could see them running into the camp, shooting at all the walkers. You tried to walk Cole and you away from the line of fire, and soon all the walkers were dead.

It was then when you heard Andrea’s wails and you saw her crying over the dead body of Amy. You couldn’t help your own tears. You couldn’t believe what had happened. You had never seen so many walkers together, they weren’t supposed to reach the camp, and now as you looked around you could see you had lost so many people…

Cole’s bark startled you but he was just greeting Daryl, who patted his head.

“You ain’t bitten or nothing, right?” He asked and it took you a second to realize he was talking to you and not to Cole.

“No, I’m okay.” You said, and Daryl nodded without looking at you.

You looked around but couldn’t see Merle anywhere.

“Daryl…” You were almost too afraid to ask. “Merle?”

Daryl just shook his head and began checking the fallen walkers, sinking his knife in the head the ones he seemed to think might still be alive. You followed him, knowing he was hurting.

“Hey…” You placed a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, sure.” Daryl scoffed, yanking his arm away. “Leave me alone.”

You had thought that you liked Daryl, that maybe you two were friends, but now you were starting to think that maybe you hated him.

He had been insufferable all day, today of all shitty days, yelling at everyone how you all had this coming for what they did to his brother, suggesting to put a bullet in Amy’s head in front of her mourning sister, trying to kill Jim when he found out he had been bitten, and in general being a rude, inconsiderate ass. Maybe Lori had been right.

You had stayed clear from him all day, not in the mood to argue with him, while you helped with the bodies and everything else you needed to. The only good thing about that the day, one of the people who had died was Ed.

Now you were packing your scarce belongings, you were bound to leave for the CDC at first light. That quarry wasn’t safe anymore and you needed answers. Once you were done, you went to have dinner with the others by the fire, but you realized Cole wasn’t around.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you headed to Daryl’s tent. There he was, dining on the pieces of roasted meet Daryl was passing him.

“Traitor.” You muttered.

“What do you want?” Daryl snapped as soon as he saw you.

“My dog.” You snapped back.

“He was the one to come.” Daryl shrugged, glaring at you. “Not that I called him or anything.”

“Cole, come on.” You called and he looked at you with begging eyes but got up to go with you.

You turned to leave but thought it better and turned to face Daryl again. You had had a hell of a day, all of you had, you were tired, you were scared, you were sad, so on top of everything, why did he have to be like that? He was upset for what happened with Merle, you got it, but still…You had thought you were friends. You were more than a little bit hurt.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

“What?” Daryl frowned at you as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying, the prick.

“You’ve been a prick all day, we just lost a lot of people and our home and you’re like it’s nothing, being an ass to everyone, saying rude remarks, saying we had it coming…how dare you?!”

“They had it coming, they left my brother to die!” Daryl got up, getting on your face, but you didn’t back away.

“How can you say something like that!” You couldn’t believe he could be so cruel. “They didn’t mean to leave Merle like that, and even so, nobody deserves this! And none of the people who died had nothing to do with what happened to Merle!”

Daryl said nothing to that, just kept glaring at you.

“Whatever, I don’t know why I try.” You shook your head, stepping back. “I keep telling everyone that you’re not a prick, I let myself think we were friends, but yeah, no, they were right. All you wanted was me to lend you my dog so you wouldn’t have to be alone all the time because you have none besides your prick of a brother, because you too are an asshole who pushes everyone away.” You kept ranting, unable to stop yourself. “But you wouldn’t even admit that you like my dog and his company. Well, you better say goodbye because tomorrow he and I are going to the CDC.”

"I'm going to the CDC too," Daryl said, making you stop.

"Why? You hate us." "Don't know what else to do." You said nothing, just walked away.

Next morning it was one of goodbyes, some people were going to the CDC but others weren't, so you all could only hope that no matter your paths were different you all would be safe.

You were loading your borrowed tent into the RV's trunk when you saw Daryl approaching and you braced yourself for another fight. He stopped before getting too close, though, looking at the ground. "I don't hate you." He muttered, though you couldn’t really understand what he was saying.

“What?” "I don't hate you." He repeated, a little bit louder. "Alright." It was progress, but you couldn't help but be upset at how he had behaved the day before. "I wouldn't want you to get eaten by a walker or nothing." He said quietly, eyes trained on the ground. "That's good to know." You were upset still but you guessed he was trying. You supposed it was the closest thing to an apologie for what he had said. Cole was already on Daryl, head-bumping him until he patted his head. "I was thinking..." Daryl began, seeming not very sure of how to phrase whatever he was thinking, his fingers playing with the fur of your dog as if nervous. "Maybe, if you want, maybe you could come in my truck... I mean there's more space for the dog than in the cars." You were taken aback by his offer. You'd have never imagined that coming from him. Maybe he really was trying to make up from yesterday. "Dale told me there was space for us in the RV..." "Alright." Daryl nodded and began to turn away. "Wait." You called after him, making your decision. "Jim's lying there all delirious." You were pretty sure he was dying no matter what Rick said. “I think he needs the peace and quiet…so yeah, if you have the space…”

“Okay.”

Daryl nodded, expressionless, still without looking at you.

The drive was awkward, to say the least. At least it was for you, and you were pretty sure that for Daryl too, but there was no doubt Cole was enjoying it, sitting down between Daryl and you, tongue out as he panted excited, looking through the window.

You both had been silent for a long time, since you got into the truck, and you thought you’d be like that for the whole drive, but to your surprise, it was Daryl who broke the silence.

“Merle wasn’t in the roof.” He said, out of the blue.

“I thought Rick had handcuffed him there?” You asked carefully.

“Merle had cut his hand to escape, cauterized the wound, ran away,” Daryl explained to your horror. “Don’t know where he is, or if he was eaten or what.”

“I don’t know what to say…” Considering how they had described the state of Atlanta, it wasn’t looking promising for Merle.

Daryl just hummed saying nothing else.

“Daryl…I’m really sorry.” You did your best to sound genuine. Maybe you hadn’t had the best relationship with Merle, but you knew Daryl must be brokenhearted, and you hated it. “He was your brother...I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well…” Daryl murmured. “I know nobody liked him.”

“He didn’t make himself lovable around camp.” You replied, honestly. “But I’m sorry anyway. And I’m sorry I called you an asshole…I’m sorry I said you had none, too.” You felt bad for having said that to Daryl, especially after losing Merle, no matter you both had been arguing.

“It’s true. I know they don’t like me, nor that I care,” Daryl said quietly as he shrugged. “I know they don’t really want me to go with you all to the CDC.”

“That’s not true…” You knew Daryl wasn’t making himself likable either, though. “You’re a hunter, a tracker, damn skilled at killing the geeks, they want you with us.”

Daryl just scoffed. “They’ll keep me around while I’m useful to them, but I know what they think of me.”

“And do you care about what they think?”

“No.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how offended he sounded.

“You say that they don’t like you, but it’s not like you like them either, or at least you don’t act like it…and if you want them not to hate you then maybe you should stop being an ass.”

Daryl fell silent again and you weren’t sure if you had made him angry or not, but you just were trying to be honest with him.

“Anyway…” Since you were being honest, you decided to just keep going. “I don’t know if maybe you don’t agree, but I’d like to think we’re friends. And you’ll always have the undying love of my dog, that I know for sure. So it’s not true that you have none, you have us.”

Daryl was still silent, but you could see the corner of his mouth curling up in a small smile as he reached out to stroke Cole behind the ears. You both stayed in silence for a little while until once again Daryl broke the silence out of the blue.

“You never talk about your family.”

“Uh?”

“Everyone’s always running their mouths around that campfire, but you never said anything about you.”

“Well, neither do you.”

“I told you about that chupacabras and you laughed in my face,” Daryl grumbled and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I told you about my parent’s business.” It was the most you had talked to anyone about your family.

Daryl hummed, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

Before any of you could say anything else, the other vehicles stopped.

“What’s going on?” You asked worriedly as Daryl stopped his truck too.

“Don’t know…come on.”

Jim had gotten worse, way worse, and he seemed to have given up, asking to be abandoned there, knowing he was dying and wouldn’t make it to the CDC without turning.

Jim wasn’t your friend, you had never talked to him that much, but still, having to abandon someone like that…it was hard. You couldn’t say goodbye, just nod to him, swallowing hard, and you made your way back into Daryl’s pickup.

“You okay?” Daryl asked you quietly once he got inside the vehicle too.

“Yeah…” You nodded and gave him a weak smile, you hadn’t expected him to ask and you appreciated it. “You?” He seemed affected too, even though he had tried to kill Jim just the day before. Sometimes Daryl got you thinking that he was quite contradicting.

He nodded in silence, turning the engine on and following the others towards the CDC.

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I know this was long and that a lot of stuff happened, but it’d be too short if I divided it in two, and I wanted to have a full chapter only for the CDC, which is coming next week...I think you’re going to really like that one, so stay tuned!

By the way, what you thought about Daryl and the Reader’s fight? I understand both of them, but they are both just sucha pair of hotheads! Thankfully they have Cole, who’s sunshine.

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thegeminisage · 5 years

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Abomination Soup Recipe

so when i had strep throat and my fever was like 100F+ every day and i was coughing up blood i made myself this HORRIBLE corrupted imitation of the idea of soup* and the entire time i was making it i was like “this is an abomination” and the entire time i was eating i was like “i’m not even entirely sure i LIKE this” but now - typical! - i’m craving some more of it. so in honor of the bad decision i’m about to make, here’s the recipe for You Probably Have To Be On Death’s Door To Enjoy It Soup. to be faithful to its original creation process, i am listing the ingredients as i added them.

take 1 can of the cheapest most off-brand condensed cream of mushroom soup u have and empty it into a bigass boiler

fill up the can with milk or water (idr which i used, definitely milk if i had it handy), swish it around, pour that on top

half-hearted stirring. remember that u have not turned on the heat yet. decide against it

get out a brick of frozen broccoli. put it in the microwave for 2 minutes to thaw it

add a can of preserved mushrooms even though normally they’re kinda gross you just want ur soup not to be so thin

if you’re southern, add a giant dollop of butter and a fuckton of salt. if you’re southern but your daddy was a yankee, add a VERY TINY dollop of butter and maybe like half a shake of salt before changing your mind and regretting the butter. if you’re not southern, skip this step

shake some garlic powder into that bad boy because everything is better with garlic. finally turn on the heat on veeerrrry low bc it will help the garlic powder dissolve

realize u forgot about the broccoli. i can’t remember if i added half the brick or the whole brick but it probably doesn’t matter. just throw some broccoli in there if it’s mostly thawed

stick a frozen chicken breast in the microwave to thaw and then cook. (i can’t provide instructions for how to do this because the last time i did it i started a VERY heated debate about Chicken Cooking Safety on my blog and i refuse to go through that again)

get scared about how long it’s taking and turn the heat back off

since there’s gonna be chicken in this it couldn’t hurt to add some chicken broth i guess?? not too much or it’ll get thin again which defeats the entire purpose of this exercise

get out a second, tiny boiler, and boil a package of ramen. do not add the seasoning. drain WELL. dump it into the big boiler

chicken’s done by now so turn the heat under the soup back on

dice up the chicken and dump it into the soup. get nervous about the soup sticking. stir it a lot

consider, and then decide against, cheese (too sticky. u can add some to ur leftovers maybe but imo it’s better w/o)

consider, and then decide against, onions (i’m very very picky so i don’t like mixing onions and garlic)

consider, and decide to add, teriyaki sauce. what could possibly go wrong??

pass the time by feverishly pondering deep philosophical questions: is this even soup anymore or did it become pasta when i added the ramen?

get bored and get out some of that “already cooked/dried/preserved microwavable in 7 seconds bacon” (this is also a flawed corruption of the idea of real bacon) - dutifully microwave it on a paper towel for the 7 advised seconds, then chop it or tear it into tiny bits and dump that in there too (not the paper towel, just the bacon, tho if ur fever is high enough it may be a near miss)

if u get scared because it’s TOO thick u could maybe add another splash of milk or water or chicken broth. just be cool about it

when the soup is good and hot (NOT boiling, if it boils you fucked up) turn the heat off, put some in your bowl, pour the rest in an old buttertub and put that in the fridge. it will feed you approximately 9001 times before it mercifully runs out

don’t forget to put your used dishes in the sink and fill them with water and a drop of dish soap! you don’t want those to get crusty, you’re gonna have to wash them later whether you like it or not!

go find some crackers. hello?? u can’t eat this shit without putting it on a cracker first. it either dulls or enhances the taste, depending on how you feel about this soup on any given day

delicious? probably not. nutritious fuel for the fever-addled? absolutely

ok that’s all thanks for reading. for some ungodly reason i’m gonna go try to recreate this Rare Food now, so wish me luck

(*the only 2 kinds of soup i like are potato and cream of mushroom, the latter of which i only kind of like, and i can’t get my potato soup to taste right at home, so...yeah. they said to eat soup and i was just...doing my best)

#personal #long post #liz can't cook #is this mushroom soup? chicken soup? broccoli soup? no one knows #i swear some days it was the best thing i ever tasted and some days it was the worst thing i ever put in my mouth #this soup...she has multitudes #she's got LAYERS

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snowbatsims · 5 years

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And, the washing machine broke!

And instead of fixing it himself this time, Einarr was getting stupidly thirsty and decided to invite a repairman over here instead. The deal was easy; in exchange for a sum of money with an extra tip, he ordered a simple repair, as well as a bit of blood. Bloodthirst is still a thing, after all. They're vampires.

REPAIRMAN: Whooaa, sweet. I always wanted this. EINARR: You may keep that if I get a little bit of your blood. You know, as we arranged. REPAIRMAN: Haha, no way. It's mine now. And then he ran out, as fast as his little mortal human feet would carry him. Obviously that wasn't enough. A vampire always catches up.

EINARR: SIGHS. I told you. I hate doing this. I just need a little bit of your blood! It was quite literally a part of the deal, remember? Why couldn't you just trust me. Meanwhile....

MORTEN: Oh my god. Why.

MORT: Now what!! MORT: Turning it on and off again doesn't even work??? MORT: Didn't we just have a repairman here too? Lord. MORT: Where did that guy go?

MORT: ... MORT: Oh man. I just remembered the strange fantasy tree I saw the other day. MORT: Maybe I can actually go there now.

It's autumn, and yet its leaves are still firmly in place, green as ever. It's not even a pine tree, which WOULD be evergreen.

Nope, this one has leaves, is covered in strange mushrooms, and it.. glows.

Should've mentioned that. It very much is a tree that glows, which does require some further investigation.

MORTEN: This seems rather.. fairy-like. I wonder if it could... Giggles from the tree could be heard. Suddenly, an entrance-shaped hole in the tree opened. MORTEN: Oh?

Man, this place is beautiful.

MORT: Here, froggy froggy...

MORT: Wow. This fish looks like a potato. I love them.

Being a vampire in the digital age sure is nice!

MORT: Gosh, with all the frogs and fish around here, and no harmful sun, I could probably stay here forever! MORT: ...Though I guess it would get a little lonely... Strangely, he hears someone sit down nearby.

He does a double-take. Is that really... MORT: Mom??? What are you doing here? MOM: ...Hello. MORT: Hello? MOM: ... :)

Honestly, this place is beginning to give him the creeps. MORT: Are you sure you're not an illusion? MORT: ...Please talk to me. MOM: Yes. MORT: That's it? Uh... guess I'll be more specific. MORT: How did you.. get here? The constant giggling of the surroundings is starting to get a little more ominous now, despite somehow sounding exactly the same as ever.

MOM: The Sylvan Tree sent me here. MORT: That's- that's what it's called? Huh. How would you know its name? MOM: *giggles* She sounded exactly like the fairies... MORT: Are you.. are you sure you're not just an illusion conjured up by fairies? MOM: This place is beautiful. I think you would love it here. You should stay. MORT: Uh... Her eyes go pitch black. MOM?: 𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮. 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮, 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓾𝓼. MORT:

...

MORT: WOW, I SURE AM HAPPY TO BE BACK IN THE REAL WORLD!!!

MORT: So, you said we're moving, huh. EINARR: That is the plan, yes. MORT: It's actually happening? It has been a few years since the idea was proposed... EINARR: Indeed it is. We were just low on funds at the time, but Rune has been earning a lot of money in royalties for his music lately. EINARR: Anyway, we're finally going to be near the coast! I've found a very nice, large house to accommodate all five of us. MORT: Ooh. So you're doing portraits to hang up in our new home, then? EINARR: Yes. MORT: I haven't seen you paint much before! When did you-- EINARR: Morten. Child. I'm a thousand years old. You may take a guess. MORT: Oh, right.

Floral arrangements!

And Kvikindi went visiting a certain classmate. The one who's the grandchild of one of Rune's cousins. That classmate.

LUKAS: So you're uh, half vampire or something? I mean, I definitely see your alien part. It's really cool! KVIK: Yep!! And all my dads are like, wow watch out, you're gonna be struggling with this vampire shit too sometime. Bluh, bluh.

LUKAS: Hey, that is a bad word. Try being more quiet. KVIK: Really? Shit? Bat says it all the time. LUKAS: Well, my parents would give me house arrest if they even THOUGHT I said that!!! KVIK: Oh, huh. How lame.

RAKEL: Where is our visitor? EMMA: Oh, she's been playing with Lukas. RAKEL: I wanna play too...

And so they did.

RAKEL: Do you spot anything cool yet? KVIK: I see an orange floating crystal above me. RAKEL: W...what? KVIK: Oh, that cloud looks like a spider. RAKEL: Wow, yeah. KVIK: BAT CLOUD!! RAKEL: Where? KVIK: Right.. there ah dangit it's gone already. RAKEL: Aw, no!!!

Anyway, they finally moved.

And this is the point where I updated Mort's hair again. It's available for download on this very blog.

They made not just one, but two snowmen that night. How productive. Must be easy when you literally can't get cold.

EINARR: Ugh, these awful windows.

EINARR: We really need curtains.

We also really need the ability to change our ceilings. Seriously.

On a random evening neighborhood exploration... LIV: Wow, hey, did you just fly here as a bat??? Dude, are you vampire? MORT: Well, yes-- LIV: THAT IS SO COOL. I KNEW IT. I KNEW THEY WERE REAL!!! MORT: I guess-- LIV: Bite me. MORT: what

LIV: You heard me, buddy. *slaps neck*, Come get your juice. MORT: You're.... kinda weirding me out, person.

LIV: I'm sorry? MORT: M.. maybe later. I'm not actually thirsty right now. Just exploring the neighborhood, really. LIV: You can have my phone number if you want? MORT: Y-yeah, sure. LIV: Whenever you need any blood, I'll be right there for you, buddy.

And then it was Winterfest, once again.

Kvik got into a childhood furry phase....

FATHER WINTER: Ho, ho, ho.. Gosh, nobody's around.

BAT: Hey. FATHER WINTER: Have you been naughty this year? BAT: ...not at all. FATHER WINTER: Hm. My lists very much say otherwi---

BAT: Thank you very much for the gift!!

RUNE: Oh, dear.. Is that really Father Winter? RUNE: Bat, I swear to god.

MORT: Oh.. oh, dear.

MORT: I'm so sorry about that. Bat is an absolute gremlin sometimes.

MORT: I mean, seriously, the audacity of that child!!! FATHER WINTER: O-oh, it's fine, dear-

MORT: HOW COULD HE!!! WHAT IF HE KILLED YOU! IT WOULD MEAN NO MORE WINTERFEST FOR ANYONE!!! FATHER WINTER: N-no, it's fine, really. MORT: HOW. FATHER WINTER: I'm not the only Father Winter, dear. We're merely the assistants of Santa Claus, MORT: BUT STILL!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU DEAD...

MORT: I don't wanna.. see anyone dead. FATHER WINTER: I appreciate your concern, dear. Do you want a present?

MORT: Do I???

MORT: Gosh, I hope it's not dog droppings like last year. FATHER WINTER: Why, who could ever give you that? MORT: Last year's Father Winter. FATHER WINTER: Ah, I believe it must have been a mistake. You're much too good. MORT: Yeah, it was apparently meant for Bat. FATHER WINTER: I see. That's the kid who just drank from me, right? MORT: Yep. FATHER WINTER: Figures. Well, he's not getting anything from me this year. MORT: Pretty sure he already did.

EINARR: Why, hello there. FATHER WINTER: ...are all of you vampires? EINARR: Yeah, sorry about that.

EINARR: We're definitely going to stick around for a while, hah! MORTEN: Jeez, don't remind me...

EINARR: Anyway, how are you? Has this Winterfest been treating you well at all? FATHER WINTER: Well, first of all, MORT: Bat drank from him.

EINARR: *pretends to act shocked* MORTEN: Nobody's buying it, old man. FATHER WINTER: ...did the lights just turn off?

EINARR: Hey, what's it like to have day vision? FATHER WINTER: ..you're not noticing it? MORT: Only a teeny tiny change, honestly. EINARR: I guess they shut off our power. We're a little low on funds since we recently moved. FATHER WINTER: Anyway, uh, I figure Mr. Auðvinsson would like a present as well this year. EINARR: Of course.

EINARR: It's.. tickets. FATHER WINTER: Congratulations, your entire household has won a room at a hotel in Strangerville. I advise you to use these tickets within this winter. EINARR: Strangerville, huh. Peculiar name. FATHER WINTER: Yes, quite. FATHER WINTER: I believe it is time for me to leave now.

MORT: Aw man, Rune missed him...

Well, speaking of Rune, it seems he brought in all the guests now.

Hug train.

MORT: It's actually the real you... MOM: Gosh, what do you even mean? MORT: You wouldn't believe what I saw the other day. MOM: Son, you're a vampire. I'd believe anything at this point. MORT: It's such a long story though,,,, Bottom line is, the fairies created a clone of you and--- MOM: Oh, my dear child.... And so they all had a nice winterfest. Even if it’s dark.

I might enjoy screencapping too much.

#vampire thread mirror #wow what a way to start (i'm being sarcastic)#but yes!!#new followers: hello and welcome to my vampire gameplay posts #feel free to read the tag in chronological order or something w/e #i do these in between cc posts if that's okay #mags' bat sims

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Fallen Star - 11/?

A/N: I’m pretty pleased with how this chap turned out. It was almost much angstier, so y’all can credit @westallen94 with inspiring me to make it a little more bittersweet than pure pain. lol.

*This chap goes out to @itzvickilou. Girl is so patient in between updates of this fic. And she did wait so long for this one. I hope this installment is one you end up loving, dear!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing. :)

Chapter 11 -

The door firmly shut behind her, Linda did her very best to put Barry Allen out of her mind. If she started acting weird, Iris would know something was up. She didn’t know how much wine her friend had consumed, but even after several drinks, Iris had a tendency to sense when something was being hidden from her.

Unfortunately for Linda, when she looked over at Iris, she saw her friend had not barely taken a sip out of her wine glass, and the bottle beside it was still very full.

So much for hoping that she was on her second glass, she mused, then scolded herself. Iris hadn’t wanted to get drunk tonight. She should be thrilled that despite her last-minute push for alcohol, Iris still maintained her sobriety.

“Pizza’s here!” Linda announced, promptly dropping the pizza box on the table in front of Iris.

Miraculously, the wine only swished a little in the glass and bottle.

Resigned, Iris switched her gaze from the blank wall in front of her to the pizza box Linda was opening.

“I’m not really hungry…” she began, her growling stomach promptly interrupting her.

Her face heating up, she met Linda’s gaze sheepishly, earning her a snort in return.

“Oh, yeah, I can tell.”

Still flustered, Iris accepted the inevitable and propped herself up so that she was sitting with her back against the arm of the couch.

“All right, well, what did you get?” she asked.

“Your favorite!” Linda cheered.

That intrigued her. “Oh, yeah?” She turned the now open pizza box toward her, then frowned.

“What?” she demanded. “It’s got all your favorites: red peppers, green peppers, onions, hot peppers, jalapeno peppers, mushrooms, and olives. I even made sure they added in that extra spicy sauce not included on the menu.”

“So, your favorite,” Iris concluded.

“What? No-” But it dawned on her then just how she knew about that sauce. A brief fling with a guy that worked there roughly five years prior. “Oh.”

Iris shook her head. “Don’t worry. It’s fine. I’ll just pick stuff off.” She reached for a slice.

“But the sauce!” Linda warned, but it was too late – for both of them.

Iris thought she could handle her spice pretty well, but this was hotter than anything she’d ever tasted. She downed her whole wine glass in a single gulp and took the ice-cold glass of water Linda handed to her before she had time to down the wine bottle in its entirety.

“Wow.”

Linda laughed nervously. “Yeah…”

“Never again.” Iris pointed a finger accusingly at her best friend.

“Understood.”

Linda grabbed a slice for herself and plopped down on the couch beside Iris, eating the pizza as if it wasn’t setting her entire mouth ablaze and making her eyes water. She turned to see Iris staring at her, shock and disbelief on her face.

“Wha-?” she asked around a mouth full of food.

“I just…” Iris shook her head. “Nothing. You do you, girl,” she said, and poured her wine glass up halfway again.

“So, what are you gonna eat?” Linda asked after she’d downed her first slice and was reaching for another.

“That is an excellent question,” Iris said.

Linda winced. “I could order another pizza.”

She laughed. “How about I just make the brownies now, get high, and forget all about needing actual food in my system to get through the night?”

Linda’s eyes widened, panic setting off all her nerve endings.

“Right.” She swallowed. “Pot brownies.”

Iris had stood up and was about to head towards the kitchen, when she turned to look over her shoulder and saw the panicked look on her best friend’s face.

“I’m kidding.”

Linda blinked and looked up at her. “You are?”

She laughed and sat back down. “Yeah. That’s crime evidence. My dad’s a cop, but there’s only so many lines he’ll cross for his baby girl.” She took another sip of her wine.

Linda’s lips parted; her jaw dropped after what Iris said next.

“It’s just a good thing Barry figured out what was up and came over to demand the drugs. Would’ve been awfully embarrassing for me to have to return to the precinct with it, tail between my legs as I snuck it back to where it came from.”

The smack came on suddenly and had Iris rubbing at her arm and nearly spilling her wine.

“What the hell, West?” Linda demanded, but she was starting to laugh. “You could’ve let me in on your clever secret.”

She shrugged and sank back into the couch, cradling the wine glass in her hand.

“It wouldn’t have sold the same with Barry. And I needed him to actually show up.”

Linda’s brows furrowed.

“Why?”

Iris sunk into herself a little.

“So, I could see him,” she murmured to herself.

Linda’s heart broke.

“Oh, honey.” She took the wine glass from Iris’ hand, set it on the table, and pulled her best friend close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before sinking back into the couch. “You miss him that bad, huh?”

She knew she did. It was a foolish question. But she still asked it because for how crushed she’d appeared in the short period since their break-up, she was the rawest now, the most honest with her feelings.

“It’s like I can’t breathe, Lin. I feel like I’m suffocating every day, knowing I’m not going to be able to see him or talk to him…”

“I’m sure that’ll pass eventually, in time,” she offered. “It’s not like you won’t be a part of each other’s lives forever. You’re family. You’ll be friends again. It’s just…too soon.”

“I don’t know…I don’t know if I can go back to being just friends, Lin. And what about his threat to prevent me from going through with investigating any story that has even a hint of danger to it? If he follows through on that…I think I might just go crazy.”

“So, what are you saying? You’re not going to do that kind of story anymore?”

Iris scoffed. “No, of course not. I love those more than all the rest. They always have the biggest impact. They change lives.” She sighed.

Linda swallowed. “So, then…?”

“Maybe I just won’t be aggressive in searching for one.”

Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Iris pulled back to look into her friend’s eyes.

“I mean…I think I was refusing the simpler stories simply because everyone was getting on my case to not do the more dangerous ones. Maybe the best way to transition is to not do that.”

“I hate to say it…but that may give your ex the impression that you’ve given up. That’s kind of letting him win.”

“It’s not a game, Linda.”

“No, I know it’s not. And I don’t like seeing you in danger, even if I understand why you do run straight into it something, but-”

“It’s okay, Linda. I get it. I’m not going to avoid the stories. I’ll just…take them as they come. And if I get bored of the mundane, which I most certainly will, those criminals will have something coming to them they wish they hadn’t.”

“And that is?”

She smiled mischievously. “Iris West.”

…

A week and a half later, Iris sat at her desk at CCPN and congratulated herself on her progress. She hadn’t gone out for drinks with Linda for at least three days. She slept at her own apartment in her own bed. She was getting work done instead of stalling endlessly, unable to get Barry and their break-up out of her mind.

While she hadn’t been handed a story that would give her a high simply by imagining the potential of it, the stories she was researching, interviewing, writing for were still quality stories. No interrupted robbery, stalled kidnapping, or attempted prison break should go untold, especially when it was the Flash who was stopping these terrible crimes.

And who didn’t love hearing about the Flash’s latest save? Central City citizens loved the Flash. They loved learning about his latest exploits and how great he was. The Flash was good press. Who didn’t want good press? Especially in a newspaper, driving to keep people buying the tangible paper instead of just browsing online.

That was what she’d been hired for initially anyway. Her blog about the Flash.

Her mind came to an abrupt stop when those thoughts registered. She leaned back in her chair and scoffed, disgusted with herself.

“The you from two years ago would have been so disappointed.” She frowned, her nose scrunching up.

She was more than a Flash fangirl. She wanted to write about stories that mattered. They didn’t have to be life or death, but anyone could write about the Flash’s everyday saves. Especially now that she didn’t really have an in with him anymore. She wasn’t at STAR Labs. She wasn’t interacting with anyone there except her dad and brother. And really, they mostly avoided the topic when she saw them. She preferred it that way. So, why the hell was she writing recaps on the Flash’s saves when all she was seeing was what any other citizen on the street could see?

She was supposed to be an Insider. Interviewing people who had been eye witnesses didn’t make her an insider. It made her an interviewer who could transfer words to paper. Which of course was a desirable trait in the industry, but nothing to make her a stand out. Nothing that would save lives. The Flash saved lives every day. Why shouldn’t she?

She pushed herself up out of her chair and walked out of her office down the hall to her editor’s.

“I need to speak with you,” she announced on entry.

Scott lifted his eyes up from the paperwork littering his desk and considered her with a look.

“Miss West, how can I help you?”

“I need you to know that I’m not gonna be your Flash girl anymore.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re not?”

“No.”

“You really seem to have a knack for it, though. And you’ve been choosing those stories over literally anything else out there for the past week.”

“I know.”

“And wasn’t that what you were initially hired for?”

She ground her teeth.

“Initially. And I didn’t know it until I got here and found out I wasn’t allowed to write anything else.”

“All right. I’ll bite.” He relaxed in his seat. “What do you want to write, Iris?”

“Something…exciting. Something that matters. Something that will make me work a little. I want to live on the edge.”

He smirked in a way she knew she could have found attractive once upon a time. But there was no hint of a flutter in her chest this time around. Just a hopefulness that he would give her what he asked.

“I think I may have something along those lines.” He turned around in his seat and reached for a file hidden among the clutter there. He flipped through the contents before closing it and handing it to her.

“What’s this?” she asked, taking it immediately, greedy for a story that would make her forget all about the Flash.

“All the information I have on a new arms dealer in town with access to sophisticated weaponry like what Plunder used.”

Her eyes flashed. “Plunder.”

“Your most popular piece in the past week. Surely you can’t have forgotten already.”

No. Of course she hadn’t. Jared Morillo, a.k.a. Plunder, had a penchant for expensive jewelry. With the advanced tech on his guns, it took Flash interrupting him mid-theft three times before he was finally caught. That wasn’t emphasized so much though as was the fact that despite how dangerous he was, he was caught, just like all the others Flash had put to a stop.

“Iris?”

She blinked, looking back at Scott.

“Sorry,” she blurted. “I was just remembering.”

“Right.” He eyed her with some concern, but she ignored it. “Well, this guy looks like he might be similar or possibly worse. He could be a copycat, or he could be in line with Plunder and just picking up where he left off.”

She nodded. “Okay.” She paused for a beat then asked the question she knew she had to. “And…the police?”

He folded his hands in his lap. “I don’t know if they know anything. If they do, it’s not their top priority. I know your dad’s a detective, so if you think it’d be better in his han-”

“I’ll take it.” No way was she letting him finish that sentence. “I won’t let you down.”

He smiled a little. “I look forward to your article, Miss West.”

She smiled a little herself, then backed out of the office and retreated to her own. Setting the file on her desk, she closed out the tabs on her computer and opened a new one.

She could feel the blood pumping through her veins again, the adrenaline from taking on an exciting story that few people were even aware of. And it would change lives. She would make a difference.

…

CCPN was in near darkness when Iris left later that night. She’d gotten a lot of research done, but she knew she’d had to do a lot more, as well as interviewing several possibly connected parties before she could move in on the situation. For now, though, she was content.

And hungry. And exhausted.

She half-debated calling up Linda for some food, but her girl had looked more exhausted than she felt now when she left three hours ago. She decided not to bug her. It was a five-block walk to her apartment from here. She knew there was a good chance there was something to eat in her fridge, and with her apartment being as small as it was, her bed wasn’t far away either.

She cut down the same alleyway as always, not paying mind to how quiet it was, even though it was late. She was almost to the end of it when she thought she saw something move in her peripheral vision. She didn’t stop moving, but she turned her head slightly to see if there was anyone behind her or if she’d imagined it. She didn’t see anyone, but she did pull her purse higher up her shoulder.

Please don’t let me be mugged. Please don’t let me be mugged.

She rehearsed the kickboxing moves she hadn’t used in years in her mind, just in case she needed to pull them out at 11:30 at night in a dark alley that she just now was considering maybe wasn’t the best shortcut she could be taking.

She felt a tugging on her purse and spun around just in time to see a gun pointed in her face. Breathing heavily, she held her hands up in the air. Some fancy punches might work in hand-to-hand combat, but they wouldn’t do so well with a speeding bullet. Not when she was alone like this.

“Give me your purse,” the masked man demanded. “Hand it over or I’ll shoot.”

She wanted to retaliate, to talk back, and maybe she’d be able to, but not tonight. Fear was enveloping her in full force, demanding she succumb to it.

“But it matches her coat so nicely,” came the vibrating voice in the distance.

Iris felt the load lift off her shoulders and relief course through her.

The man turned around to see who’d addressed him, and when he did, Iris snatched the gun out of his hand and stuck it in her own purse.

“What the-”

But the Flash had him in CCPD custody before he could question what had become of his gun.

Iris was breathing heavily once she reached her apartment. She loved the thrill of running into a situation, knowing what great things it would do for her readers and those in danger once she came out the other side. But when it was out of her control, even if it was just a simple mugging, it was terrifying.

She’d have it out of her system by morning, she was sure. But as she sat the gun down on the kitchen table and stared at, she experienced again her hairs standing on end, her heart racing as she stared at the barrel intending to end her life.

The knock at the door startled her. She almost didn’t answer it, but then-

“Iris?”

Another sigh of relief.

“Iris, it’s me.”

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the gun, went to the door and opened it. She was greeted by a worried Barry Allen, who looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.

“Come to collect the evidence agai-”

“Are you okay?”

Her tongue suddenly thick and heavy in her mouth, it took her a while to find words.

“Y-yeah,” she rasped. “I’m…I’m okay, Barry.”

He swallowed and nodded, then looked down at the weapon in her hand.

“I…I should probably…”

“Yeah, of course.”

She handed it over to him, and their fingers touched, not moving for the longest time. She could barely breathe.

Barry snapped out of it first, tucking the gun into his pocket before hesitantly looking up at her.

“You handled herself really well out there, Iris.”

Her heart raced. That was the kind of glowing compliment that usually led to sex. Especially because she knew it was genuine.

“I couldn’t have done it without the Flash,” she said softly, kicking herself when she remembered that their estrangement was based on her not needing him to save her.

“You’re really okay?” he asked. That should’ve annoyed her, but the tenderness in his voice was so…

“I’m fine, Barry. I promise.”

He swallowed and nodded. She could see the wheels in his mind working, wanting to say or do something because of how long it had been. Maybe he’d been missing her as much as she’d missed him. Maybe he was using this as an excuse to see her. Hell, maybe he’d coerced the guy into trying to rob her so he could save the day. At the moment, even the latter possibility didn’t bother her.

“Well, then, I guess I should-” He started to back away.

“Are you okay, Barry?” she asked, biting her bottom lip as she leaned against the doorframe.

He stilled and met her eyes. His mouth opened and closed several times, saying everything and nothing, the same as her. She wanted to yell and cry and scream and hug him and kiss him and pull him into her apartment and make love to him just to feel his skin against hers again, hear his racing heartbeat against her ear when she laid her head on his chest.

But of course, none of that happened. It couldn’t.

“Goodnight, Barry,” she said softly, so he wouldn’t have to answer.

He smiled slightly, appreciatively. “Goodnight, Iris.”

And then he was gone. She saw the flash of red as he ran past her window and sighed as she leaned back against her door.

“The man I love is a superhero,” she whispered to herself.

Then her eyes closed, and tears soaked her eyelashes.

So close, but not close enough.

*Also posted on AO3.

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