I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches...
Chapter 34 - Not my room
When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…
Chapter 34- Not my room
Blake laughed, as she heard a door creak open, and a second later felt herself being tossed unceremoniously down onto a soft bed.
She gave a drunken purr, stretching out, and looking around giving a frown.
“Hey, this is not my room,” uttered the caramel-blonde woman, propping herself up onto her elbows and peering up at the four poster bed she was led across.
It had cool grey cotton sheets and four plump looking pillows, and Blake, from here, got the weirdest sense of déjà vu. As if she had definitely been here before.
“No, it’s mine,” came Negan’s low matter-of-fact tone, as he stalked past her and headed over to the small wooden panelled kitchenette in the corner of the room.
Blake gave another confused, slightly unfocused frown, as she gazed around the large area.
It was indeed Negan’s room. The large window on the far side showing nothing but a hazy purple sky outside.
Consider: FAHC Gavin being a Parkour artist. Now hear me out, he’s younger when he learns, yeah, and maybe its building off his gymnastics+ballet lessons, and he’s learning the ropes, getting his rhythm, eating shit, constantly.
Absolutely eating shit. All the goddamn time. Face meets pavement, meets that poor old lady he didn’t see, meets metal pole, meets concrete. His nose he just gives up on, he worried he’s gonna have to get prosthetic teeth, he breaks his arms and wrists and ankles so much the hospitals known him by name no ID required. But he gets good. Really good. YouTube good.
And then he discovers he can code too, so hacking, free-running, he’s like ‘I’m the most unlikely damn video game character ever but whatever, here I am.’ And he expands his skills, decides to put both of his skills to use. Hacks into and disables a security system, sneaks into the convenience store and is out through the vents before the cashier comes back from the bathroom. And on like this. Thief, Hacker, Parkour Artist.
Now, cut ahead. He moves to LS, Burnie sees the untapped potential in this kid, and Geoff takes him under wing but for hacking, not for his thievery skills, not for his parkour, just hacking, so he falls off it, doesn’t need to use it, never ends up doing it in front of the crew BC its exhausting and unnecessary. Until, one day, Gavin takes the piss out of Ryan just a wee bit too well.
Gavin’s running through the penthouse giggling like an asshole with Ryan, irate, lovely Ryan, tearing ass after him. And Gavin’s cornered suddenly. The only out is an open window. Ryan’s advancing, seething with anger, the rest of the crew is sure Gavin’s gonna get the shit kicked out of him. Serves the bitch right too. But does he? Nah. Gavin twists, shoves his body through the window, There’s a balcony ledge he stands up on, and praising muscle memory to high heavens he looks back at Ryan, who’s less angry now and more dawning understanding mixed with outright concern, flashes a crooked smile and swan dives.
Seconds pass. Ryan’s gaping. The Crew is gaping. Michael is three seconds away from an actual aneurysm. The crew, Geoff in the forefront, runs to the window. They look down. Nothing. No English dickhead pancake on the concrete below. Absolutely nothing. And then, Gavin, dear fuckhead, swings over spiderman style from the lower floor’s balcony to the one directly besides it. Gracefully. Like he knows what the fuck he’s doing, very, very well. He looks back. the crew is still gaping. Geoff’s brain is broke. It can’t be. Gavin’s a clumsy dickweed who can’t even walk without falling over himself.
Gavin grins. Ever the showman, he shouts. “You ain’t seen nothing yet!” And parkours up to the roof of the penthouse, with much acrobatic nonsense. A lot of fanfare. He’s showy, that Gavin. The Crew, finally, erupts.
“OH MY GOD.” is the general consensus. Followed by “HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT.” Ray takes his hoodie’s hood off as a sign of respect for his new found Parkour brethren. Gavin shrugs, parkours his way back down, the crew grabs his shirt and yanks him back into the safety of the penthouse before letting him speak. “I learned back in England.” Gavin says.
The crew is baffled. “Why did you never tell me?!” Geoff demands. “You never asked.” Gavin replies, relishing in the awe. “I’m not to bad at a cheeky bit of cat burglary either.”
“Oh my god, you JACKASS. Gavin I will crack your skull open if you ever do that again without warning me.” Ryan says. Gavin grins at him. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
Some Kyouhaba for @actuallykei, who drew my beautiful new icon~
A dog park date.
“Ayumi! H- Hey, stop!” Shigeru yells after his pitbull pup, rushing after her as she runs off. He’s just about to reach her and scoop her up to put her collar back on, but before he can reach her, another dog rushes out in front of him and he trips, tumbles down and lands only a hairs-breath away from a pile of dog crap.
“Shit– Jun! Stop it!” Shigeru groans, and climbs to his feet to see the owner of the dog – a very over-excitable shiba inu – that he’d tripped over. When he sees the owner, he’s surprised to see a familiar face; and the face of someone he absolutely didn’t expect to own a shiba inu. “So– Yahaba?”
“Hey Kyou–” Shigeru hears Ayumi barking, and groans, running off to grab her. She’s currently barking up a tree at some poor furry critter. With a sigh, he clips Ayumi’s leash back on her collar, and turns, surprised to see Kyoutani – his crush – standing there, two dogs next to him now. On the left, the shiba inu Kyoutani called “Jun” and on the right something that looks like a sheep dog, Both sit obediently next to Kyoutani, panting, tongues sticking out.
“Surprising to see you here…”
“Yeah.” Shigeru adjusts his grip on Ayumi’s leash as she rushes forward to sniff at the two new dogs. He really needs to train her. “I didn’t know you had…dogs…”
“I, uh– have four dogs. Jun, Hisashi here, Kiyoshi a chow chow, and Nao, a golden retriever.” Kyoutani explains, red-faced, and Shigeru smirks when he realizes every single one of those breeds are absolutely adorable.
“I didn’t know you were such a sap, Kyouken, owning four cute animals~ I expected something more intimidating out of you.”
“And I didn’t expect you to have a pitbull.” Kyoutani shoots back easily. Hisashi, the sheepdog, jumps up excitedly, and Shigeru smiles softly. “Seems too edgy for you.”
“Ayumi is a baby,” Shigeru says, sticking his tongue out; he feels a bit childish in doing so.
Kyoutani just nods, strokes his dogs’ heads. Shigeru sees the fond smile on Kyoutani’s pink lips and flushes, trying not to stare. Of course, Kyoutani catches his eyes, and flushes pink. Shigeru blinks. Kyoutani blushing? No. “I’d better get going; these two are off to the groomers, I just wanted to let them to get their daily exercise.”
“Yeah. See you.”
This happens more often after the first occurrence; meeting at the local dog park, playing with their dogs. It becomes almost a routine. Every Saturday, after school and practice, they walk together to Shigeru’s first before going to Kyoutani’s house and picking up all of the dogs.
“Ayumi! You traitor!” Shigeru glares at the pup as she rushes to meet Kyoutani instead of himself. Kyoutani snickers and bends down to pet Ayumi’s head, giving a smug grin.
“What can I say? B–”
Kyoutani laughs – full-out laughs – at that, and Shigeru feels his cheeks heat up. He grabs Ayumi’s leash and flings it at Kyoutani to cover his flush.
“Fine. Since she seems to love you so much, you can walk her. I’ll take the boys when we get to your house.”
Kyoutani raises an eyebrow, but clips Ayumi onto the leash anyway. “Are you sure you can handle them?”
“I know your dogs, Kyouken, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Shigeru rolls his eyes. Kyoutani just nods.
Shigeru is not fine.
“W- Woah! H- Hiasashi, calm down! Nao, no! Bad dog!”
“Having fun?” Kyoutani, Ayumi’s leash in hand, smirks at Shigeru, and he just wants to kiss that pleased look off of his face. Ugh.
“The most.” Shigeru says, adjusting his grip before he loses Jun. “I told you: I can walk your dogs, you walk Ayumi.”
“Mhm.” They’re not even halfway to the park, and Shigeru can hardly keep up with the four lively dogs all moving around his feet; he’s lucky Kiyoshi is older, so he doesn’t move too fast.
Of course, he’s not completely lucky. As he’s adjusting his grip, Kiyoshi – the little shit – breaks free and runs faster than he’s ever seen the old guy go. Cursing, Shigeru goes to run off after him, but of course Jun secides to stop and piss. With a groan, he looks to Kyoutani for help, and the blond – smirking, the handsome bastard – starts jogging after his own dog, shaking his head. Shigeru swears he hears him laughing at him.
A moment later, he finds himself at the corner, greeted by Kyoutani holding Kiyoshi in one hand, Ayumi in another. Poor Ayumi is getting sniffed up by the bigger dog. Shigeru huffs.
“I had him, y’know.”
“Sure,” Kyoutani scoffs. Shigeru’s face burns bright. “And I have another dog that I’ve kept secret from you.”
“Shut up,” Shigeru swats Kyoutani’s arm and grabs Kiyoshi’s leash back. However, as he’s doing that, Jun escapes. He groans, curses, and stats up– but, of course, Hisashi has to crap. He looks to Kyoutani for help, but he’s already on his way after the dog.
After their trip to the park, Shigeru insists on walking all four of Kyoutani’s dogs again, and this time – with them tired out – they make it with little trouble back to Kyoutani’s. Kyoutani unleashes them all and lets them inside the house, handing Ayumi over to Shigeru. Shigeru could swear he sees a light flush on Kyoutani’s cheeks when their hands touch as he passes off the leash.
“Your dogs are…”
“I know.” Kyoutani doesn’t even need to hear the rest; he wears a soft smile on his lips, however, when he speaks of his dogs. “It’s…partly my fault. I go on runs with them every day, so they’ve got a lot of energy…”
Shigeru smiles. “I can’t say I don’t enjoy it, though; they keep me on my toes. And our trips to the dog park mean I get to see more of you, so I don’t mind.”
There’s a second of silence before Shigeru realizes what he’s said, and his face flushes as his mind screams at him: why did you say that! Stupid! Why!
“Uh– I– I mean–”
“I– I don’t mind that I get to see you more either…”
There’s definitely a flush on Kyoutani’s face now, and Shigeru is dying. Before he can think, he steps forward and ducks down to kiss Kyoutani, but Kyoutani meets him halfway, raising his hands and pressing them to Shigeru’s cheeks, pulling him closer.
To say Shigeru is breathless afterwards is an understatement.
“I– I kinda like you…” Kyoutani mumbles, hiding his face in Shigeru’s chest, and Shigeru has to physically stop himself from squealing because holy shit this side of Kyoutani is cute–
“I like you too.”
Kyoutani looks up, eyes wide like a puppy, and Shigeru melts. Before he knows it, he’s being pulled into another kiss, deeper, and a tongue is flicking his lower lip. He’s quick to comply, and opens his mouth, tongue meshing with Kyoutani’s own. He whines low in his throat, and Kyoutani tugs him backwards, not breaking the kiss, until his back presses against his front door and he fumbles behind him for the knob when something strikes Shigeru.
“W- Wait, Kyoutani, Ayumi–”
“I have four dogs,” Kyoutani says, cutting Shigeru off, “I’m sure no one will notice one more.”
I normally never post my headcanon for anything, but I’ve just been so excited for Star Wars Rebels that I figured I would share one of my Star Wars headcanons.
So, I wanted Clone Wars to end with a retelling of Episode III through Ashoka’s eyes. Especially since she wasn’t with the Jedi meaning she was hopefully spared from Order 66 (presumably she wasn’t around any clones either). That didn’t happen but I still imagine years after the movie, but maybe before Rebels, Vader is hunting down Jedi when he encounters his old padawan. They fight, Ashoka taunting him the way she would any other opponent and Vader alternating between ignoring her and accidentally giving her lightsaber tips. One of her taunts is about how her master was Anakin Skywalker, the best Jedi in the order. Vader responds by saying he killed Anakin Skywalker, something Ashoka does not believe because she still senses him, somewhere.
He eventually catches her in a Force Choke. He tries to focus all of his hatred onto her because he can reason that all that has happened to him is her fault. Ashoka left the order moments away from being knighted. Anakin was denied the rank of master because of the condition that you must successfully train one Padawan to knighthood. All of his frustration and anger was about to be let loose on Ashoka. She then breaks free with a powerful Force Push but in doing so inadvertently knocks a boulder free or something. Vader, out of habit more than anything, force pushes Ashoka out of the way while accidentally calling her Snips. Ashoka realizes what that means, though it is difficult for her to believe. She runs away, realizing that not only was Vader just simply too strong for her but that he was her old master. She runs and Vader chooses not to pursue, even as Imperial Officers ask if they should.
Years later it would be reasoned that the Anakin Luke sensed within Vader, that good that was still in him, was the fact that he let Ashoka go and that she was alive. Vader believed he had killed the love of his life and his unborn child, he hated and eventually killed his oldest friend and mentor, he had lost his mother and betrayed the life he once had. Even when he realized that Luke was one of his children, he only met him as Vader, not Anakin. In the end, Ashoka was the last memory of Anakin, the real Anakin, that existed in the galaxy. It was the light that dimly waited in the darkness that his son could feel and he used it to pull him out of the dark. Luke may have redeemed Anakin, but it was Ashoka that never let him truly disappear.
you haven’t forgotten.
you have not forgotten the way his lips felt on yours
the moment before
he stepped into oblivion.
the memory of his voice is not lost on you;
you hear it sometimes,
usually in your sleep.
you have not forgotten his face;
it shows up in your dreams often enough.
(though, they seem more like nightmares to you.)
you remember the way his green eyes gleamed with mischief (and maybe the slightest bit of fear.)
you recall the way his fair skin contrasted against your dark complexion,
the way he began to stare at you
like you were diamonds
in a bed of coal.
you remember how you hated him at first,
hated him for the years you spent being punished for his crimes,
loathed him for the scars littered on your skin.
you were eager to knock him down a few pegs,
more than willing to show him
the effects his reckless decisions had on others;
but you watched him learn that for himself.
you saw him curl in on himself,
saw him crumble under the weight of guilt that was long overdue.
you wanted to save him.
you remember the moment you no longer wanted to strangle him
or cut him to the bone with your sharp tongue,
but to pull him back in;
to break him free of the remorse he wore like shackles around his ankles.
you remember realizing that it was too late to do so.
the shackles had him wound tight,
locked to the beast that dragged him towards his end.
(it was not his time.)
he wore his guilt like a badge on his sleeve,
and that badge shone like jewels that day.
he kissed you and grinned,
and you remember the words,
“just like old times.”
running through your mind as he stepped out of your world.
you remember all of this,
know it like the back of your hand,
like the way you remember your own name.
you will always remember
(but you dare not say his name.
it tastes sour on your tongue.
but you will not forget it.)
“Sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun, and much too blind to see the damage he’s done. Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one. So I’ll wait for you… and I’ll burn. Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh will I ever learn?…Well maybe I’m just too young to keep good love from going wrong…Well I feel too young to hold on and I’m much too old to break free and run; too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I’ve done. Sweet lover, you should’ve come over. Oh, love well i’m waiting for you…it’s not too late.”
Being out with Tig was always an adventure, didn’t matter if it was to grab groceries, or just a long destination-less ride.
Today’s little adventure consisted of a make shift gun range over by the cabin, where you once again kicked his ass at, and now the two of you were on your way to grab some food with the rest of the guys.