Part 2 - Blog Posts

Inktober 2018: day # 23 muddy

1. historical or futuristic

2. opening or closing chapter

3. light+fluffy or dark+gritty

4. animal companion or found family

5. horror or romance

6. hard magic system or soft magic system

7. standalone or series

8. one project at a time or always juggling 2+

9. one award winner or one bestseller

10. fantasy or sci-fi

11. character description or setting description

12. first draft or final draft

13. love triangle in everything or no romance arcs

14. constant sandstorm or rainstorm

The Walking Dead Masterlist (2024) Part 2

General

Oneshots

"A Field of Daisies"

@fanficimagery

Imagine running into a group of survivors that you decide to take a chance on and bring them home with you. Your decision ends up leading to a reunion no one saw coming, not even yourself.

Negan Smith

Fics

"Rise and shine, Princess!" Part 2 ( x Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Imagine being Negan's little sister. You can keep him in check every once in a while, but not always. So when word gets around about the Alexandria community coming under new authority, Negan wants to pay them a little visit and let them know who it is that's really in charge.

Daryl Dixon

Fics

"Rise and shine, Princess!" Part 2 ( x Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Imagine being Negan's little sister. You can keep him in check every once in a while, but not always. So when word gets around about the Alexandria community coming under new authority, Negan wants to pay them a little visit and let them know who it is that's really in charge.

"The Red Witch" Part 2

@fanficimagery

In need of proper shelter and food, the group starts looking for places to scavenge. When they pinpoint a spot on the map that they've yet to search, Negan warns them against it.

"Welcome To The End" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

"Unforgettable Memories" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Final Part Epilogue

@sourwolf-sterek32

Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane’s help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.

"Sucker For Pain" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Everyone has demons, some louder than others and some, like yourself, who use blades to silence them. Before the world died, you were an assassin and thought you were better off alone, until you kept running into the same blue eyed archer who changed your mind.

"Found You" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

@sourwolf-sterek32

Nearly 10 years ago, you left home after a bad incident with your parents, Rick and Lori Grimes. In that time, you married a redneck down south and started a family. But it all came crashing down when the dead started to walk.

Oneshots

"I Now Pronounce You.."

@fanficimagery

You and Daryl have been together for years, but no one really knows it because of how private the two of you are. But when you get to the Commonwealth and the women can't stop staring, you and Daryl make things official.

"Terminus"

@sourwolf-sterek32

Terminus. It was not a sanctuary for all. It was far from it and little did you know today was about to turn into the worst day of your life as you sat in front of a blood stained metal tub. Your life minutes away from crashing down around you as you looked through teary eyes at your brother, Sam.

[Dark_MS_Reader]...prt:1_》》》

I love, love, love the whole monster dynamic or unusual traits that are explained by "Oh, it's not human. That's why" honestly, I just like weird people with weird quirks. So eh.

•Part 3 will be linked when done

Edit: it's done!

《《《(masterlist)》》》

</[T|W:]> injury and death, death related trauma, mild body horror, medical malpractice, inhuman depictions, sexualization of disability, sexualization of insecurity, use of multiple cultures and religions (could be wrongfully used, if so. Tell me!!),

</[C|W]> reader is dark with intrusive or dark thoughts. But strictly SFW. So no smut. Aslo intended male reader,

The first time you arrived on this content, you were hog tied, a thick steel cord used to immobilize you. The guards even muzzled you as if you could bite them with any kind of force that could necessitate this kind of restraint.

It was half for the humiliation of dragging you over the dirtied port, the gravel and sand, and salt that scrap into your already tattered cloths. The burn against the neglected and painful remains of your body. Half that this was to make you look dangerous.

The hulking man carrying you hardly glances at you as he dropped your limp body on the deck. Considering it doest get a reaction out of you, it doesn't startle the werewolf there.

Most humans only want to interact with the inhabitants that look human. Considering most affected by lycanthopic bodies, appear human. At least sometimes. The guard preferred them to be present at the coastal office.

And that's how you were left.

No paperwork, no notice that you were coming.

Just.

Dropped off at the wolf's feet and abandoned to whatever they would do to you now that you're here.

It's the first time in a while that you could just shut your eyes and ignore everything around you. The guards weren't too kind to you while you were in their care.

They had set you up, those werewolves, with a home. A small, dingy, half abandoned thing surounded by nothing and no one. And gave you time to heal.

They would visit you, that leader you met the first day specifically; though many jokingly called him 'Alpha' when he was around his friends. But when he had come to you on the fourth day. Your body now regaining strength. He walked into a startling scene. He hadn't even smelt the blood.

He, Lucas you later over heard him being called, watched as you methodically cleaned the many wounds that engulf your body. Shirt discared beside you, seeing the full expanse of those injuries new and old on display. You're only covered by a pair of boxers as you work. Watching how you took thick strips of the bandage to temporarily cut blood flow above as you cleaned each wound on your arm.

Holding the loose edges held between your teeth, your free hand disinfecting the rotting edges of skin and muscle. He was ready to jump and stop you when he watched you grap the bisecting scissors, and yet he didn't. Only forced to stare in abject horror as you started to cut the rotten edges of the gashes of. Small snips that carved out the dead tissue. Leaving fresh rivets of blood slowly dripping down your skin.

It had taken him a few moments of standing there to see you were struggling. The pain flaring up from your work, becoming overwhelming while thin tears stream down your face. Yet you utter nothing but silence into the blood-stained cloth between your teeth.

That's when he actually apaoches the bed, being careful to wait till you put those scissors down before he asks what he can do to help.

"Sit here. I need to wrap it."

Lucas was slow to follow. He was so terrified that you were doing this wrong, hurting yourself in a delusional want for the pain to stop. He couldn't help but ask.

"You know what you're doing here, doll?"

"Yeah." Your hitching breath makes your voice stutter, "done it before."

That makes his chest tight, a feeling he associated with his werewolf friends. Because. Well.

"You've done it to yourself before?"

"No. Just inmates."

"You some kind of doctor?"

"Not a practicing one."

That arm now taken care of, you focus on the other.

Lucas loses his train of thought to the picture of the malnourished man before him having an illegal medical office.

"Your not a doctor?"

"I am." You mutter to his absolute confusion,

Pulling his hand to your shoulder, handing him the end of the ternicate, he holds it on autopilot. Lucas stares as you start the process all over again. These look like they are from a whip

"I don't work as one." You clarify. Using the conversation as a mid point for the dance between pain and relief. "I worked as a mortician."

"What."

"I worked with the dead-"

"Oh, yes. I got that but. Why? Why not be a doctor if you can. Well."

"More people died where I lived."

He can tell it's only half a lie, but he can't exactly see what.

"Never needed to save anyone."

All he could do was say, as sincerely someone who couldn't understand, that.

"I'm sorry you ended up here."

It stuck in Lucas's mind.

The knowledge that you were a doctor. Someone who could help.

But was it his place to ask?

Could he ask you? Was it too soon or too late to even try?

When he brought it up to one of the old Naga that enjoyed his company, she told how helpful someone like you could be.

To human.

Very few doctors even touch the non-human side of medical care. And even fewer would actually touch a monster. So it was a slim to none, chance you knew how to help any of them.

They weren't even sure of your own humanity or lack thereof.

"But tell you of it, Lu," she wound her coils tighter around herself. Resting her head against the shimmering scales, "If, and it be a big if. That man be a healer, he will fulfill the oath all doctors take."

He watched her thin tongue taste the air. The ugly edge from where it was docked, disappearing again behind her lips. It made certain syllables painful to say. It made her speech irregular, and some Grammer off, bit aleast she had her toungue.

"Many healer, medicinal or not. Will treat all who fall. It be only thier know how that keep those they help alive."

The vampiric monarch that lived out South was the best bet to test what Dai said.

Lucas had taken you on a tour, showing you how they tried to help each other on the huge city they gathered in. It was late dusk, but he knew he could still try.

The thralls that romed inside were lethargic as he led you further in the hotel looking housing.

Many of them hunched over in the halls, huddled close. If escaping the setting sun or your presence, well. You weren't quite sure.

And just as you try to move towards the excite, a shrill hiss breaks out behind you. This young girl, with a sqeaky hiss, was doubled over. Clutching at her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck. Sal, I'm so sorry!"

You could see the sizzling skin before she near calapsed.

Moving as if by spell, you cuaght her befote she could actaully fall. Careful to place her more gently down against the wall.

It's hardly a thought as you lift your sleeve, still holding that child so she wouldn't hurt herself. You rip open the berely closed wound there on your palm. The blood seeoping into her shirt and engulfs the wound in a few quick seconds.

You have the gash re-wrapped before the teen who bumped her is there to hold her as the blood heals her.

"Dai was right," Lucas whispers, as quiet as he could. "She said this could happen."

"And what had Dai spoken of the man holding my niece?"

The old morge on the outskirts of town was now yours. Lucas said it was just an empty lot, just a place for you to finally settle. Even if it was run down.

The citizens each pitching in to help set the place up, a carpenter Tanuki who was just passing by or the siren that just so happen to be an electrician needing a spained wing checked, and the slow trickle of each patient started up not long after.

It started with the bigger things, a broken bone here, and a deadly illness there. Just the worste most couldnt handle, like pregnancies or viseral injuries. But then you started to step up and werw seeking out people to help anywhere you could.

In the bay sector, where most aquatic or amphibious residence stay, keeping them from friction burn during shedings. Or the construction sights, who always had a sprian or a bruise or a nick you could see to.

Always with the same excuse. Just that you needed some food and then you were dragged into a group to eat with them and well, might as well clean and fix up that cut they have while you're here, right?

No, it's no trouble. Saves the trip if it gets worse, doesn't it?

You met Dai, found the Monarch of those Vampire's hunkering down in the hotel. Finding his name was Emile, or that's what people gave him as a nickname. You even met the rest of the shifters, or more specifically, the leader who would collect and help that specific type of shifter.

Day in and day out, you kept going, kept looking till you found the ship you needed pulling up to shore.

Not a lot of people knew you dealt in black market trades. Only the ones who needed to know, did.

Most just thought is was a simple trade.

You know, some fresh goods for medication. Or knowledge for medical supplies. And yes, sometimes. It was just that.

At the end of each week, you would filter into the decks where you were first dumped here to meet with some of your contacts. Trading what you scavenged from ypur work to keep the shelves well stocked.

It wasn't like you made any money, nor had you ever asked for any. So it wasn't a stretch to say this was the only way to keep things as they where.

That isn't to say you didn't keep some things.

Quills from a lionfish who contracted a bacterial infection on some of his spines. Fangs from that vampire girl, Sal, as she started sheding them. Small bundles of feathers from the flock of sirens that fly with avians.

It was all just so much better.

That was until the second spring hit the city.

Teamwork😋 I hope it never dies…

Hey guess what I found more AO3 tags

Personal favourite because same:

Y'all, Brucie Wayne is a scam.

So I saw this post (Credit to @frownyalfred) and it got me thinking about this oc(?) ig that stumbles upon Bruce hiding from people in an office, cracking down on files he now has access to for a case?(the reason he came to this gala in the first place)

Then the oc(who works for the host of the gala and is the head secretary) comes in to grab something for their boss, only to find Bruce Wayne in all his glory, sitting at their bosses desk sifting through confidential files like he owns the place. He doesn't for once, the one oc worked under is one of the businesses that aren't under his empire.

(He wouldn't be caught in the first place but let's say he was found) Now, this could go either of two ways, but before oc can react, Bruce pulls a Brucie Wayne and somehow manages to diffuse the situation ahead of time so oc is relaxed albeit very concerned at the "drunk mess" crying on their bosses office desk(the more convincing the act, the better).

You might think this might be the end of it, but no. This just keeps happening. Too. Many. Times. Bruce needs more evidence to make a solid case and a breakthrough, and oc can't really ask why. Not in their business nor pay grade.

It gets to the point where oc now anticipates the visits and prepares for them(partially because they now figured/guessed their boss is probably selling part of their shares?or equity?). Are they meeting up to discuss and aren't dotting it down in the schedule? probably. It's not like oc will ask, they don't want to get fired.

They don't know why Bruce Wayne out of all people is collecting files every time he visits, they can only guess because they're too afraid to ask.

One day, the news break that their company's sales just nosedived out of nowhere due to involvement with a criminal organization and everyone is in disarray. oc takes eons to get to the office(partially because it was supposed to be their day off) because of traffic due to the news stations trying to squeeze information out of the employees and any passerby, and New Jersey traffic overall.

oc tries their best to avoid press and enter the building. They manage, and it's a mess. Papers everywhere, people taking multiple phone calls, yelling. Just multitudes of chaos that came out of nowhere.

Oc can only guess what the problem is. So they head up the elevators not being used, people too busy on their own floors trying to control whatever the damage is to worry about taking the elevators, and oc arrives at their bosses floor.

It's even worse than they thought. There's yelling, screaming of frustrations, and in the midst of it are cops. oc can tell they're cops. They're manhandling their boss towards them with some difficulty, met with resistance and their badges shine against the lumen fluorescent light.

oc's boss is screaming at them but they can't hear, because they just realized something. Their boss was actually involved(they were giving them the benefit of the doubt, foolishly).

Hours later, oc crashes on their apartment couch in exhaustion.

With their boss in police custody and investigations opened, interrogation and basic harassment from the press, they make it back home with barely held tears of frustration. They should've just quit when they had the chance.

Now they were needed at the court case to be held a week from now. Having such a high ranking position has never been so unrewarding.

Hoping for some distraction, oc grabs their remote, stretching and feeling their taut muscles pop in relief. They press the power button as the TV comes to life, the black screen brightens to show the news.

Great, just what oc needed.

Before they could change the channel though, something catches their eye. It's a blurry photo, one that the people of Gotham were familiar with. oc really wasn't but they perk up when a side by side photo of their boss and blurry photo of Batman shows up.

oc turns the volume up, clicking the remote's sound button profusely, uncaring of the loud amplification carrying to their neighbors.

"...our sources state that the Dark Knight got access to secret files with incriminating evidence due to some inside help. It seems the caped crusader put another bad man behind bars yet again. it's such a shame for (boss' name), really, he couldn't keep this under wraps for long without the protector on the case! To think such a repeatable man had such a dark secret. Hm, In other news..."

oc can't even begin to process this. Because again, how did the Knight of Gotham manage to have inside help....oh...oh.

Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne had access to the files. Batman had access to the files.

It makes sense. Most of the problems in office arose from the files Wayne overlooked. But, why did Wayne make it so easy for oc to connect the pieces? Why not sneak in and take the files instead? Batman is known for his disappearance act.

oc needs a drink, for once.

Phases of the Moon Pt. 2

Remus had spent much of the last week in a makeshift window seat on the second floor. Although the cement he was sitting on was uncomfortable, it was better than running into Sirius, or interacting with anyone, really. He was able to get through a novel he’d been putting off reading, and he barely thought of Sirius. Barely. 

He watched through the window as Sirius and James chased each other on their brooms. They flew swiftly through the air, ducking and dodging each other, narrowly avoiding the walls of Hogwarts and the trees that seemed to be leaning away from them, more than the wind would allow.

They had made a few laps around the castle before Sirius came to a halt, in front of the window Moony was crouched in. 

“Hi,” he mouthed, his joy fading quickly, a sad smile replacing it. 

Remus wanted to reply, to fix things, but he also wanted to never see Sirius again, so he turned away, crawling out of the window and making his way back to his dorm. 

He staggered up the stairs, but they were always reluctant to let him up, instead leading him into the boys' dorms. This had always given Remus quite a bit of euphoria, but right now, he had somewhere to be. He willed the stairs to cooperate, making his way inside the dorm just before Sirius showed up. 

“You should really go talk to him,” Lily persuaded.

“You should go talk to him!” Remus shot back, standing at the counter.

“Why would that help anything?” Lily gave him a confused glare, continuing, “This is an issue you boys need to sort out on your own.” 

It’s times like these that Remus truly questioned whether Lily was actually twenty years older than the rest of them. 

Somehow, Sirius had once again reached the door to their dorm. Even Remus had to do some heavy bargaining with the stairs, and none of his excuses would work for Sirius.

“Let me in! Lils, I’m sober this time!” Moony raised an eyebrow in Lily’s direction as she reached for the door.

“You have to settle this, you can’t live the rest of your life wondering what could have happened.” Lily’s words struck a chord; as much as he really didn’t want to talk to Sirius, he’d thought about what he would have said or done differently quite a lot lately. 

The door swung open, Lily waved Sirius in, then retreated to her room. She mouthed “You got this” to Moony before closing her door. 

“Hello, Black,” Remus said, sitting in an armchair, leaving Sirius to take the couch, which was far too big for one person.

“Hello, Lupin,” he replied, looking from Moony’s platform boots, to their jeans, to one of their old jumpers, finally looking up at their face. They held an emotionless expression, moving their eyes to look slightly beyond Sirius.

“Moons, I really shouldn’t have said those things. I know that you wouldn’t cheat on me. And I would never think that you’d be shagging a Slytherin.”

“What, ‘cause you don’t think they’re dying to get their hands on me?” he fired back, and with a quick change in demeanour, he continued, “Why are you even here, Black? It’s not like you’re ever going to accept me as your boyfriend!”

“Well, I know damn well the Slytherins are dreaming of snogging you, and even more of them will want you when you show them who you really are,” Remus seemed shocked by this response, his eyes darting from Sirius to the floor.

He continued, “And I think maybe you’ll want one of them more than you want me,” he whispered, almost too quietly.

“I could never want anyone more than I want you,” Remus whispered back.

They sat in silence for a while, until Moony moved next to Sirius on the couch. He rested his head on Sirius’ shoulder, grinning.

Part 2

When a man's pride is wounded the outcome is usually unfortunate for the other party.

Perhaps he had been too brazen that morning, or his nonchalance had affected Zack more than he realized because the boy came into the convenience store seething. When his eyes landed on the small figure behind the counter his face twisted into a smirk that would have sent past Daniel probably running for the hills.

Currently, however, Danny had grown to have more faith in his smaller body, even if all the work he had put into losing weight had been reversed, his mind still had all the moves he had learned over the years and under Gun's mentorship deeply ingrained. It was only a matter of his body getting used to the motions all over again, a task which he would have found quite daunting if not for both of his bodies' inhumane ability to perform moves by copying them down to their finest details and unleashing them at his behest.

All that said, it didn't change the flaring temper of the boxer currently leaning over the counter and staring down at him. The cashier looked up at him unimpressed and once again requested identification. This seemed to spark something because the next thing he knew Zack's face turned stormy and a fist came heading for his bulging belly. Daniel managed to keep his expression flat as he caught the incoming blow, though deep inside he snorted at Zack's gobsmacked expression.

"What the heck!"

"That pig actually caught his punch!"

"Zack must be getting sloppy!"

The last comment seemed to irk him indescribably and he turned his ire on his goons, dragging the mercilessly out of the store. Daniel waited until the banging and strangled yelps quieted down until he allowed himself a muffled giggle. In a good mood, he called his mom.

"Oh, who is this? My son~"

His smile grew larger and more genuine at the sound of his mother's voice, though he cringed when he recalled that around this time she would probably be busy picking boxes to make money for him.

"Hey mom, how are you?" His voice came out warmly, and one could easily guess that he was smiling.

"I'm well, how about you? Are you eating enough? How's your new place? Did you make any new friends?"

The boy resolved to try and repair all those years he had been unfilial to his mother and, in a light tone, began chatting with her about his new school and friends, concealing the truth about his other body. His mother was happy and her worries were put at ease so for now, they wished each other good night and hung up.

After the conversation, the pudgy boy returned to the store. As he was making his way behind the counter he caught sight of the lottery tickets near checkout and a thought struck him. Gaining money would be so much easier now that he knew the future (at least, to some extent).

If being around figures like Gun and Goo for so long had thought him anything outside of combat was that money made the world spin. With enough cash, you could get out of some really tough situations and cover up almost anything. Money could also be sent to his mother to ease her burdens, and it could become a factor that would greatly influence his actions in the future.

With his mind made up, Daniel pulled out his phone and went on numerous sites holding lotteries and such other games. He was only familiar with those whose prizes would appear on television during his night shift, but the amount was not negligible. Soon, he told himself, sneaking another glance at the lottery tickets and stifling an uncharacteristically sharp smirk. Soon, this would all be worth it.

He didn't get any more customers that night, so he used most of it to exercise, sorely missing the inches he had gained after losing weight and under the black-eyed maniac's tutelage. While this body worked well for him last time the boy refused to leave it all up to the - frankly ridiculous - luck that had saved him all those times in his past life. He would need agility to fight the stalker and the psycho obsessed with Zoe and other such unsavory characters he had had the misfortune of being met with last time. And that agility, and not to mention speed, would only come with a lighter body that could move properly without all the fat in the way.

The idea was practical, though he still wondered, even when he woke up the next morning in his tall slender body, how this decision would affect his interactions in the future. He looked forward to meeting Vasco, though it would probably be a shock to see his back to his naive self and so quick to judge someone based on appearance. It was already proving to be difficult not to equate these versions of his friend to those he knew they would become and sometimes he despaired at their current attitudes.

This huge relapse sometimes left him dazed. More so than his pride, it wounded his soft, bleeding heart to see all of their progress lost to the wind with them none the wiser.

"Why do you hate me??"

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

author's note: not sure what this is but it came to me and it seemed cool so, here you go.

ALSO don't be shy to like or comment if you liked it, or if it should or should not have part 2. Okay now go read it bye -vee<3

part 1 -> this; part 2; part 3

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Shit! She caught me staring again...fuckfuckfuckfuck why is she getting closer FUCK! Look away! LOOK AWAY CMON IT'S NOT THAT HARD FUCKING SHIT! was what was going on inside Katsuki's head. And for a good reason too. The girl he hated (read: liked asf) was rapidly approaching him.

But...she looked...angry? Huh—

"Listen here!" She said 5 meters away from him, yelling. That caught him off guard, he's not gonna lie.

"Huh-" he tried to say something but before he could she cut him off, not only with words but by getting in his face too.

"I don't know what you got going on inside your little head, but if you think you can just stare like you wanna start a fight at me, or even my friends we're gonna have a problem buddy" she was now doing that thing where you put your point finger against someone chest while yelling at them.

Katsuki could barely get what was happening, with her being this close to him, he was starting to blush and was flustered. He doesn't know what is this supposed to mean because he never expirienced this in his 17 years of life. Is he going to get sick? What was going on??

"Hello??? Are you even listening or are you really that much of a jerk everybody's talking you are?" She looked at him wide eye waiting for his answer.

When she noticed his reddening in face, she misunderstood it, and thought he was getting angry and wanted to yell but was holding back.

"Don't hold back on me! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight!" She yelled.

He was blown. He didn't know what to say. She just looked so...hot, all angry. A stark contrast to her faint smiles at lunch with her friends, or when she did silly things while thinking nobody was watching her, but what can he do when he literally lives two houses apart hers, so he has to go behind her because he doesn't wanna talk to her(he's scared)?

"Hun, let's just go, you won't get anywhere with this..." her best friend tried to stop potential fight.

"NO! He's being an absolute asshole, and a total bitch! Why is he always acting like he's better! You LITERALLY told me people were scared of him. WHY? He can't even answer my questions..." She rolled her eyes at last sentence and just turned around.

"Forget this shit. When you're actually not being a total pussy, contact me to solve this once and for all." She looked at him over her shoulder and then walked away with her friends.

What. The. Actual. FUCK?

The group of people cleared pretty fast, due to Katsuki's "angry" appearance, scared a little.

While he just stood there.

"Hey bro, what was that all about?" Ejirou Kirishima, his best friend approached asking worried what his best friend might have done now.

"Ejirou...I think I'm in love" Katsuki said, out of breath, not even knowing how, or why those words came out.

"...well I called it"

"Shut the fuck up" Katsuki grumbled while those two walked to arcade to have a serious talk about what next step is.

AGA Goldie and Foxy parallel to FNAF Michael Afton and Evan (C.C.) Afton (Part 2)

Now for AGA Goldie and Foxy.

Throughout the Ask Goldie Anything series, Foxy is one of the tormentors to Goldie. Sure it’s due to how Goldie would cause mischief around the pizzeria, not to mention the bite of ‘87 that he caused, there are times where he does it without reason. I mean, he literally didn’t trust Goldie just because Freddy told him not to on a piece of paper while the bear was trying to be friendly with him.

Another example is in Part 5: Party Pooper. Goldie was only trying to attend the party but Foxy insteads locked him in the backroom. This seems similar to the FNAF 4 Night 4 minigame in which Evan is seen locked in a backroom presumably by his older brother.

In Ask Goldie Anything Part 3, when Foxy was about to throw Goldie outside, he started making fun of Goldie for crying at his harsh words. That seems similar to how Michael would make fun of his own brother’s tears despite being the cause for them.

Admittedly, Goldie doesn’t really share much in common with Evan. However, as mentioned above, he was tormented by Foxy. However, in the series, Goldie is also shown to have his own plush toy version of himself. A plush toy that’s similar to the Fredbear that Evan had.

And of course, there is the bite of ‘87. While Evan’s bite happened in ‘83, the bite in AGA involves a child rather than an employee. Also, Goldie has a complicated relationship with Freddy, which could also be seen as Evan’s relationship with Michael. Also, well his world's Golden Freddy, the same one that Evan is associated with as seen by the poster view in FNAF 6 Pizza Simulation.

Once again, this is mostly a coincidental relationship, but it’s funny to think about how AGA Foxy and Goldie are almost like FNAF Michael and Evan when they were alive. Anyways, I wonder what you all think about this. Feel free to write your thoughts.

Oh wow. You never expected to see the familiar rooster haired person, especially bending down at a forty five degree angle to get a better view of the cakes displayed in your shop.

You just came back from picking up some new tea leaves delivered by your mom to try the flavours, while your co-woker was left to handle the shop when you were away.

Now, here you stood in front of your own shop, debating if you should enter or not after noticing a past companion

You gulped a little, touching the knob of the door to twist it open but you immediately retreated your hand away when the metal touched your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Your palm felt sweaty and cold indicating you were getting nervous. Thank God, iwaizumi chose to put glass as the exterior or you can't even imagine how you would have reacted without preparing yourself to meet a certain someone.

You grabbed the knob again twisting it this time as you took a deep breath opening the door. You were mature now, way past your university years. You had to face him some day but you were hoping the some day wasn't any time soon. Maybe after you died or sumn should have been okay.

Calming your nerves, you told yourself that forgetting the hours of crying and snorting on your poor pillow would be best, for now atleast.

The ringing sound once someone opens the door echoed through the cute cafe as you stepped your foot inside, causing kuroo's head to rise up.

He didn't look back though, he just stood up fixing his suit a little because if he stayed in that position in his tight pants, he was quite sure those pants were putting his ass on a show. He smiled at the young college lad behind the counter saying he would like to order a large red velvet cake which should be packed nicely. He liked the smell of the store and the calming feeling it radiates, it reminds him of someone. “oh and please make it fast- my girlfriend is kind of impatient" he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Once you hear his gruffy voice and his signature cologne engulfing your nose, the same one he used to put on too much that you had to scold him about it. You stopped on your track, hands clentching your bags tightly. Memories swaying through your head. You remember the blushes, the jokes, the flirty remarks, days spent sitting on his roof while he told you every interesting facts about stars he knew.

You closed your eyes putting a small smile on your face, get a grip y/n. You chanted the slogan in your mind before opening your mouth to call out his name that you screamed so many times in so many different ways, but to your luck of course your obedient staff interupted, the guy was more than happy to let the only customer at this late in the hour know of your existent. "ah- Mrs. Oikawa you are back"

The engines of kuroo's head twisted and turned at the mention of the surname, he didn't know oikawa tooru from the Argentina team had a wife. Was this guy talking about the same oikawa he knew?

The one he met during some tournaments and parties a few times, he remembers making small talks once or twice with him, though— he wouldn't call themselves friends but but one thing he knew about oikawa was that he had tons and tons of fangirls, he knew just by seeing the bunch of girls waiting for him to get out of the five star restraurents that they both attended for some formal parties so they can take a picture with him.

He has still the habit of not minding his own business back from his highschool days. So, curious to know who was the wife of infamous oikawa tooru and why he didn't hear a gossip about it before. Kuroo snaped his head back to met a glossy, familiar pair of e/c eyes.

The say curiosity kills the cat, but in this case his world falls apart when he sees you. He choked, feeling all the air get suck out of him. Locking eyes with the same e/c orbs he adored so much, the same ones that used to sparkle when you looked at him.

"y/n" a really small mumble, more like a whisper which can be barely heard. But that small mumble takes you back to the days where he would call your name over and over again from across the library, for letting you know about something new he found out about the two married teachers hooking up with each other. Though the actions mostly ended up for the both of you to getting kicked out of there and then him rumbling about how the old librarian lady was so insensitive and rude when it was obviously his fault you both were banned from there.

"tet-" you stopped yourself immediately, shaking your head to convince yourself that you shouldn't call him that. "kuroo" you mumbled a little louder than him, a soft smile forming on your lips as your eyes wrinkled.

Oh fuck. That's what he thinks. Geez after all those years how could you still smile at him like that. The contagious smiles that drives him crazy so so much. At this point he even forgets you were married or he was about to propose his girlfriend tonight. All in his mind at that moment was you.

You have gotten more beautiful, hair longer and face a lot more matured. You still had those soft lips he remembered and he can say you have gained a little weight which just makes you more beautiful in his eyes. He wants to ask you a lot of questions. He wants to say a lot of things. He missed you like a mad man.

He opens his mouth to say he missed you, he missed your hands cupping his face, he missed your touch, your soft snores against his neck. The way both of you would plan about the future.

“how have you been?”

You fiddled your fingers in your pocket, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I have been doing good” you closed your eyes smiling brightly at him just like you used to. Placing the bags on the table beside you, you shifted your gaze from kuroo. He is a lot more muscular now than he was in college, but with the same messy hair styled with lots of jel.

“haru take this bag and keep it in the kitchen please” you asked to him, looking back at kuroo who was still busy taking in your appearance. “it's rude to stare at someone” you chuckled, patting his arms as you moved past him. “is it my fault you grew more gorgeous now?" he spat back, feeling the angsty feeling in his heart decrease a little. Not so sure where this confidence to speak with you is coming from.

“aah-you still flirt with taken women?” you replied, tying your hair into a bun, walking behind the counter. The way you moved was more elegant than he remembers.

You hit a spot in his heart reminding you were taken but so was he. He reminds himself that you both weren't anymore teenagers and adults with real life responsibility.

Huffing you wrapped the pastel blue coloured apron around your waist, eyes avoiding his face “is it kizumi?” you arched a brow, eyes on your working hands. Taking the piece of cardboard and a red ribbon which matched the cake. He turned around, tightening his lips wondering how is gonna tell you 'it is her'.

The one girl who always made you feel inferior and insecure. Nights he spent reminding you she was just a friend, now he is fidgeting how to tell your guess was right. Back then he truly meant she was just a friend.

As long as you could remember you always disliked her, she was always kind and cheerful and a little too bright for you. Though she never directly tried hitting on tetsu but you knew by the subtle touches and the lingering gaze she was into him.

But you were past that stage, even though you felt a little defeated by her but you have your own special person now, the person who makes the world seem like a bearable place everyday little by little. You chuckled to cut the thick tension in the air

“you should go and sit upstairs till' the cake is prepared” changing the subject, your hands motioned to the cute stair inside the cafe leading up to a new set of area with private chairs and tables for people who liked privacy. You didn't want kuroo to stand infront of you when you were trying to ignore his presence.

“ah-” he paused looking at the direction of your hands. The wooden stair case with black tinted glass at the end to cover the upstairs view. Several small flowers wrapped around the railing and small lamps decorated along the way. He hesitantly opened his mouth, he wanted to talk with you and know every thing that he wanted to ask you after the day you left. This night could end like this, he could just sit idly and let the burning curiosity being ignored and move on with his life, propose the girl like he planned and try to keep you off mind. Try to not find you in the girl he is with like he did for years.

But he was determined today, he was going to get answers why you left and how sorry he was for not meeting you for the last time you asked for. No matter what or who—

“Mommyy” a voice ringed through the cafe followed by soft giggles and a chuckling of a adult. A small pair of legs dashed past kuroo towards you. Two hands wrapping around your legs with a beaming smile stretched acrossed a chubby face, giving you a long hug. You looked a little exasperated and shocked by the sudden attack but a small smile formed on your lips looking at the tiny boy.

“sorry to disturb your working hours honey” a breathy, hoarse voice behind kuroo spoke in a teasing tone followed with few snickers "but our dear son was nagging why is his mommy so late” by the tone of the argentina's player, it was evident that it was his idea to sneak up in your working hours.

Walking playfully to the back of the counter, he pecked your lips lovingly, parting before giving you a eye closed smile. He didn't notice who the other male was standing in the cafe, honestly he could care any less and especially since oikawa was a man for showing some public display affection. But when he noticed the flickering worry over your eyes when you looked past him he snapped his back to meet a pair of gawking cat-like eyes.

It wasn't oikawa's affection which drained all kuroo's blood off his body neither was it because you have a loving family now, no— it was rather because of the small kid who was smiling at the desserts in display with sparkling eyes.

Anybody could tell with two eyes that the small guy had the exact same messy long hair similar to the ex nekoma's captain. Anyone could tell that the golden brown cat like eyes were the exact copy paste of someone else's flickering fierce eyes. Because anybody could tell that the small guy looked nothing like oikawa and more like the stranger standing in the store.

“mommy can I have another late night dessert again? Please! please! please! I swear I will wash my teeth as many time you want today”

Ah— how could kuroo forget about the same way he used to nag for a late night dessert made by especially you. The one which he ate too much that he had to visit dentist every two to three months for. Seems like you have a lot of explaining to do.

Part 2 : wouldn't you?