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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves — where you were safe.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♆ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ♆ Fluff, slight angst (anxiety attack), implied and referenced spice, use of the traffic light system, detailed aftercare, Soft Dom!Bucky ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ♆ This is a little bridge to tie y'all over for the sequel.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ♆ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 11 — Yellow — Masterlist

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The fabric of the couch was sticking to your skin, and you grimaced as you moved and shifted, trying to sit up on your elbows. A strong feeling of restlessness had settled over your body – the pulse of it unable to be ignored, and it was beginning to overwhelm you. 

Panic wasn’t a new sensation – you were well versed with the abrupt starts of fits and attacks, but this time it felt different.

“Hey, hey—slow down, doll,” Bucky soothed, his brow furrowed. You couldn’t feel the steady brush of his hands on your thighs, and your chest constricted. “Baby, hey, what’s goin’ on? Look at me.”

You met his gaze, his ordinarily bright eyes now stricken with worry. “Sorry,” you stammered, “I- I don’t know-”

“Oh, kitten,” Bucky sighed, and he moved his hands up to cup your face, each movement telegraphed. “You’re alright—I’m here. Can you tell me what’s goin’ through that pretty head a’yours?”

“Um…” 

“Tell you what, baby, do you know the traffic light system?” Bucky asked, his thumbs brushing over the hot skin of your cheeks. “I use it all the time at work, and it’s really fuckin’ important. Makes us all feel safer. S’alright, if you don’t know it, sweetheart, can you tell me the truth—if you know it?”

There was no memory of such a term, but even now, you felt like sorting through thoughts and memories was like wading through wet cement or molasses. “N-No, I don’t know…”

Bucky smiled softly. “Alright, lemme explain it. Green means you’re good to go—you want to keep at the pace, or you want more. You would say this if what I was doing was workin’ for you, makin’ you feel good. Do you understand that one?”

You nodded slowly — there was no way you felt like you could keep going, not with the sudden, unknown panic lancing through in your chest. 

“Yellow,” Bucky began, his gaze watching you like a hawk. You felt exposed. “That’s when you need to slow down or you want me to check in—you do not need to wait for me to ask your colour, not for any of these. But, yellow is the one you say when you begin to feel overwhelmed, or scared, nervous—y’know, all the not fun stuff.” His knees shuffled closer, and he kissed your forehead softly, and unbidden, you let a breath loose that you hadn’t realised you had held. 

“Red, baby, means that whatever is happenin’ stops—no matter what or where we are, we stop. If you are restrained, I untie you and ask for permission to touch you. I have experienced this before, and I know how to care for you if you were to tell me red,” Bucky explained hastily at your widened eyes. “So don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you whispered shakily. The sudden urge to touch Bucky consumed you, and you ran a hand down his tattooed forearm, and the other hand you placed over his heart to feel the rapid, steady beat. Bucky’s warm hand covered yours, his palm pushing your hand harder into his chest. 

“Follow my breaths, kitten,” Bucky ordered softly. “We’re gonna breathe in,” he inhaled deeply and held it for two seconds. “And we’re gonna let it out.”

You followed his order, and the faint, lightheaded sensation slowly started to disappear — you hadn’t even realised that you were hyperventilating… What the fuck?

“That’s it, good girl,” Bucky praised, smiling softly. “Do you think you can tell me what colour you’re feelin’ right now? Don’t think on it too hard, baby, jus’ tell me.”

“Yellow,” you whispered, blinking sluggishly. “I feel scared, and I don’t understand. This has never happened, and oh my god, I am so sor-” Your ramble was interrupted by Bucky’s hand over your mouth. 

“None of that, kitten—no, I said none of that,” Bucky scolded as you opened your mouth behind his palm. “‘M gonna tell you what we’re gonna do now, okay?” You nodded and blinked at him, then his hand moved to cup your jaw again. “I am going to sit with you here for a minute. We’re gonna breathe and get you back to bein’ level headed. Then I will walk you to your bedroom, and we’ll lie together for a while—maybe watch another movie. Among all that, I will clean you up—bet you’re feeling a bit messy, huh, kitten?”

A small whimper left your lips, and you wriggled slightly, feeling the tackiness of drying slick between your thighs. “Yeah, baby. I know.” Bucky shuffled back on the couch and offered you his hand. “Yeah, okay,” he repeated before he bit his lip. “I know you wanna get cleaned up. Can you sit up for me?”

Bucky’s lap was sturdy underneath you, and you curled into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder and tucking your forehead into his neck. His hand rubbed a steady line up and down your back. The other rested on yours where you fidgeted with his fingers — the very same deft and strong digits that had pulled you apart and brought you back together only moments ago. 

“You alright there, baby girl?” Bucky murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Feelin’ better?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, brushing a finger up and down his palm. “Thank you, daddy.”

Bucky exhaled deeply at the honorific, and he kissed your forehead again. The embrace had done wonders for the panic that constricted your chest. The pressure of the band ebbed slowly like Bucky’s hand was effortlessly wiping it away. 

Moments or hours later — you couldn’t tell — Bucky shook you slightly. “You awake, kitten, baby?” You hummed quietly and curled closer, content to stay in his arms. “C’mon, I wanna get my good girl cleaned up and restin’ in bed.” 

“No,” you protested, your hand moving to grab his neck in an effort to move even closer. “Stay—’m comfy.”

“I know you are, baby girl,” Bucky chuckled, letting you pull his head down to rest on yours. “But we need to get you layin’ down. And I gotta clean you up, c’mon.”

You groaned and conceded. Lead had settled in your limbs, and they felt cumbersome to move, and you held onto Bucky’s arm as he guided you down the hall towards your bathroom. “Why do I feel like this?” you asked quietly.

Bucky hummed and pushed open the door to the bathroom, carefully leaning you against the sink cabinet. “You’re alright, sweetheart–it’s normal. I see it all the time.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he answered as he grabbed a washcloth. “While I admit that you took that a hell of a lot better than I thought you would, and I am so fuckin’ proud of you—it isn’t easy givin’ up control like that.”

Silence echoed as he brushed the cloth over your thighs and stomach, the soft fabric tickling your sensitive skin, and it made you giggle. “You ticklish, huh, kitten? Good to know,” Bucky teased, and you whacked his shoulder, frowning. “Alright, uncle—you win.”

“I’m so tired,” you slurred. The exhaustion crept and oozed through every last muscle in your body, and you supposed it made sense; giving up control, such as you had never done before, had been a relief, but dammit all, it was scary. 

Panic began to set in once more, and your breath hitched. “Bucky, red—red, why am I-”

“You need to lay down, and then I am gonna hold you. This is normal.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and then took your arms. “C’mon, lean on me, baby. Let’s get you to bed.”

Slowly, Bucky guided you to your bed and placed you on the edge. “Here.” The covers drew back, and he moved you up the side of the mattress. “Lay down, that’s it.”

You shifted until you laid comfortably under the covers, and you watched Bucky round the bed, undoing the fly and button of his jeans. “But-” You hesitated, seeing the bulge of his briefs. “You-You’re hard, I don-”

“Shh, baby girl,” Bucky soothed, looking up at you from his jeans just as he kicked them off. He kept the briefs on and paid no mind to his erect cock. “That is not my priority–will never be my priority. You are my priority, and right now, you need someone holdin’ you.”

Your eyes welled with tears, and Bucky clicked his tongue. A quiet sniffle left you just as he slid under the covers. “C’mere, sweetheart–lemme hold you.” Warmth engulfed you as he pulled you close, and you rested your head on his chest, your ear right over his heart that still thumped in a slow, steady beat. “This better?”

“Yeah,” you answered softly, drawing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Thank you.”

Bucky kissed your head, and his arms pulled you impossibly closer. “Always, baby girl. You’ve got me now, and like hell am I ever gonna let you go, alright?”

You smiled — even through all the uncertainty and fear of the past evening, you knew you could believe that. “Alright.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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[firsttimewriter92]

Neighborly shenanigans Pt. 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f! reader (Neighbor AU)

Part 1 ; Part 3; Part 4

Description: After your first encounter, your helpful neighbour lends you a hand and spends the evening with you

Warnings: cursing, some dirty thoughts, fluff, pining and longing getting stronger, a little smidge of angst

Word count: 2.708

A/N: Hi everyone <3 Here´s part two. Somehow I feel like this is going to be a multi chapter story with a really, really slow burn.

Would you be interessted in that or do you want me to hurry it up? :D

Please enjoy <3

„Come on, you bag of dog shite” you yelled at the wall as you tried to drill the hole for the dowel. Frustrated and sweat beading at your hairline you set down the power drill and took a deep breath. How on earth were you supposed to get this floating shelf up on the wall? You´ve never done something like this and although you´ve got all the tools and watched countless of videos on how to do it, it all turned out to be much more difficult than everyone else had lead you to believe by watching YouTube.

Checking the holes you´d already drilled you nodded to yourself. “Come on, just one more” you said to yourself and lifted the drill again. Three distinct knocks came down on your door and your movements halted immediately. Shit, you thought. There it was. The fist neighbour to tell you to fucking keep it down. You rolled your eyes as you made your way over to your door. Before your hand reached the handle however, a flash of dark hazel eyes and blond hair invaded your inner eye. Here´s to hoping, you thought as you opened the door with a defiant look on your face. Just in case it was someone else.

But there he stood. Tall, impossibly broad and still with the mask across his face. You started to wonder if he had some kind of medical condition.

You schooled your features to look as indignant as possible but you felt the corner of your mouth tick as your eyes fell onto him again. You couldn’t read the look in his eyes so you raised your eyebrows in question and spoke. “Yes?” you asked him.

“Not to be nosy, Miss, but do you need some help with that drill by any chance?” Again he managed to ask a simple question without making it seem like he was doubting your abilities. You winced a little and looked up at him with a slightly guilty look in your eyes. “I´ve been taking my sweet time with it, haven’t I?”

Again your ears were blessed with a deep chuckle before he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Maybe a bit” he drawled. His attentive eyes momentarily jumped over your head to look into your apartment. “I know the walls are solid brick” he said and looked into your eyes again. “Fuckin´ pain to get a nail in…lest be it a dowel.” You hung your head and snickered. “You´re right” you said with a deep sigh. “My shoulders are killing me. And so is this darn wall.”

His eyes narrowed again with a smile and he straightened up. “Well then, how about we get this over with so Mrs. Danbury upstairs can enjoy her daily dose of `Midsomer murders´?” Your knees almost buckled when you saw him wink at you slightly. “She´s been on my case ever since I brought home the Lady. Don´t want the same thing happenin´ to you.”

Two things happened at once. You laughed at the tone he was using when describing your elderly neighbour that always took way too much interest in anything that was going on, and your heart sinking into your stomach when the endorphins his presence invoked died on the spot. ´The Lady´. Girlfriend. Of course he had one. You mentally slapped yourself.

Something must have shown on your face. Your neighbour looked at you curiously before you collected yourself again. “Right” you said hastily and stood aside for him to enter. “Please don’t mind the mess. I haven’t been able to unpack fully yet. Work and all…” He didn’t seem to mind however. You closed your door and observed how his massive body manoeuvred itself around your furniture and moving boxes. You couldn’t help but notice how tactical his movements were. There wasn´t a step wasted before he reached the power drill and picked it up. Looking at the wall and the holes you already drilled, he nodded to himself.

It took him no longer than a minute to drill the last hole. From your vantage point from the kitchen you let your eyes rake over his movements. How his arms flexed underneath a lose fitting t-shirt that would probably fit you like a tent. The slight bend in his knees and the way his incredible thighs strained against his sweat pants. Steamin´ Jesus. That man must spend all of his free time in the gym to maintain those muscles. Almost ashamed you averted your eyes from his body. Ogling a man that wasn’t yours and was in a relationship felt insanely wrong. And yes, there was a difference between appreciating and ogling.

He sat down the drill and looked around for a second. “This one?” he pointed at the shelf. “Oh, you don´t have to hang it, I can manage from here” you said hastily and walked over. He looked at you with raised eyebrows. Did his shoulders sag just a tiny bit? “It´s no big deal, really” he said slowly while still penetrating you with his soulful dark eyes. Don´t swoon, don’t swoon, don’t swoon.

“I don’t have anywhere else to be” he continued very quietly, inclining his head a little more downward towards you. Your throat constricted as you realised how his implication made you feel. You steeled your whole body and he noticed immediately, standing up straight again. His eyes took on a slightly bewildered and dejected look. “I´m sure your girlfriend wants her daily cuddles on the couch so you can go. I´ll hang the thing myself. Thanks for your help.” You tried to sound thankful but the ice in your voice made it difficult.

God, how you hated men that couldn’t just be cocky for the fun of it. Of course they had to be absolute fucking asshats as well, flirting like their life depended on it, thirsting after every woman that came across their path and the one by their side just being the most favourite one.

This time the narrow of his eyes wasn’t created by a smile. You could clearly see the irritation in them not just by the way he bunched his eyebrows but in the immediate change of body language.

“Wait here” he said coldly as he began to move. He stepped around you, shoulders squared and mumbling something before he opened your door. Without any effort he pulled over the huge pot containing your yucca palm and used it to stop the door from falling shut.

Completely confused about what he was trying to do you heard him call out to someone before appearing in your doorway again. He almost took over the whole frame with his massive torso. His head yet again inclined he looked sheepishly at you this time.

“Sometimes I´m not good with words” he said as he stepped towards you again. “I´m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression of me.” Your heart kickstarting with hope again you tilted your head to the side a little with a questioning look which made him rumble his ridiculously attractive chuckle again.

He turned his head towards your still open door and gave one sharp whistle before looking at you again, his voice friendly. “This is Riley,-” he said as a long and high pitched noise came from you and you immediately leaned down as the big German Sheperd trotted in to stand next to your neighbour. The animal sat down and eyed you with curious eyes, not moving from the mans side however. “And she´s the only girl in my life right now” you heard him say.

Prying your eyes from the dog you looked up at him and yet again felt your face grow impossibly hot. The look he was giving you was difficult to read. Careful and pondering your reaction to his statement but somehow also cheeky. Almost naughty.

In an apologetic tone you answered and shook your head slightly. Your chest feeling like it was inflated by a balloon, excitement yet again running through your veins. “I jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have been so…bitchy.” A sigh escaped him and he lifted one of his hands to rake it through his blond mass of hair, ruffling it a little. “Nah, you were right to do that. I should have made it more clear. I´m not…like that. I don´t flirt much so…”

Your head snapped up so quickly you winced for a second as your muscles tensed. “Y-You were?” you asked, almost not daring to. “Flirting?”

He gave you a very direct look before answering. “Yes” he simply said and you learned something new about him at that moment. No bullshit kind of man.

“Oh” you breathed, your brain suddenly void of anything witty to say. “Okey.”

He somehow seemed satisfied with your reaction, you could see his cheeks lifting in a smile.

“Can I hang your shelf now?” he asked and you huffed out a laugh, nodding. Humming, he passed you and got to work. You nose tingled as you got your first real whiff of him. Damn, he smelled good. Not good. Great. Unique and calming. Manly and somehow fruity. What the heck was in his body wash?

A cold nose bumped your hand and happily you sat down on your sturdy wooden coffee table to scratch the dogs ears. “What a pretty thing you are” you said gleefully to the animal which had begun wagging its tail furiously. “Yes you are, yes you are.”

“You a dog person then?” you heard the deep rumbly voice ask. You looked up at him with a grin. “I´m an animal person in general but there is something about the fierce love you get from a dog…” you shrugged before petting Riley again. He hummed again. Contently stroking the soft fur of Riley you observed her owner closely while he hung up your shelf. A sweet notion of domesticity hung in the air and it was kind of strange how quickly you felt it washing over you.

When he was done, he packed up the drill and walked over to you. “What do you think?” he asked in a chipper tone. He came to a stop next to you and lowered himself on his haunches to look at the shelf from your hight. “Is it level?”

You turned your head slightly to the right and pursed your lips dramatically. “Uh-huh” you said and nodded, turning your head and looking at him with a smirk. “You did a good job.”

He didn’t move his head but his eye glanced at you, the delicate lines around it appearing yet again.

“Why are you wearing that?” you asked suddenly and very quietly. His head turned fully towards you without answering. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” he asked just as quietly. You shook your head softly at that. “Do you mind me wearing it?” Again you shook your head like in trance. The dim light in your room reflected in his dark eyes that suddenly didn’t seem to be that dark. The deep hazel colour was underlined with some flecks of light brown, almost gold. The colour perfectly accentuating the feathery blond lashes framing his big almond shaped eyes.

“Then will you let me keep it on?” you almost didn’t hear him the way he muttered his question into the cloth.

“It´s hardly my decision” you answered breezily and tried not to let your eyes wander to where you supposed his lips were. “I just wanted to know why you were wearing it.” He nodded and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

Right then, Riley decided that your petting wasn’t enough and excitedly squeezed herself in between her owners legs, effectively knocking him on his behind. “Fuckin´ ell” he sputtered out with a laugh and began wrapping his massive arms around the dog, play wrestling with it for a second.

You felt the moment hover over you and then disappearing into every nook and cranny in your apartment. Seeing him play with his dog however gave you a completely different moment to enjoy and remember. You giggled and got up from your coffee table. “Want a drink?” you asked over your shoulder. Your voice sounded uncomfortably loud even though you used your normal inside volume.

“Actually” he said as he got up from the floor and followed you. When you turned around he was already in front of you. His scent flowing over you it was a herculean task not to close your eyes and burry your nose in his shirt. “I wanted to ask if you´re free this Saturday.” Again he didn’t beat around the bush and you absolutely loved it. “I am, yes” you said trying not to bounce up and down right then and there.

“Great” he said without hesitation. “I´ll pick you up at 8. No need for fancy clothes.” A man with a plan, is this for real? How long has he thought about asking you out? When you raised your eyebrows he doubled down a little. “Unless you like fancy. We can do fancy as well, of course. I can do fancy.” You giggled when you heard his slightly wavering voice.

“No, I don´t need fancy. I can do casual.” He seemed to like that very much and stared down at you for another moment. “Great” he repeated softly. “Need anything else hung or assembled tonight?” he asked cheekily as his gaze drifted over your living room. You rolled your eyes at him playfully before shaking your head. “I´m good for now, thanks. If I need another handy man before Saturday I´ll come knocking.” A slight ´hehe´ left his mouth and he stemmed his hands on his hips, turning his head to his dog.

“Come on, girl. Let´s get you some food and let the Lady enjoy her evening.” You followed them to your door where he pushed the heavy plant back in its original place with his foot before turning around one last time. “See you Saturday” he said with a smile in his voice.

“See you Saturday” you said giddily but then your eyes went comically wide realising…and then laughing out loud.

“What? What?” he asked with a bewildered chuckle.

“Before I go on a date with you,” you gasped and lightly touched your stomach. “I´d really like to know your name.”

He too looked dumbstruck for a second, his eyes going wide before closing them and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Simon” he said with an incredulous voice.

“Call me Simon.” He sighed deeply before looking into your eyes again with mirth. “I can´t believe I forgot to introduce myself.” You waved your hand in front of your face dismissively before holding it out to him nervously.

“I´m ___, by the way.”

He only hesitated for a moment before engulfing your hand with his and squeezed it. You felt callouses, warmth and incredible strength. Seeing how the palm of his hand almost completely swallowed your hand, a shiver ran down your neck and spine. Tingling at the small of your back and spreading to your front. Liquid adrenalin was pooling in your stomach, made your legs grow heavy and your nether regions tremble.

You were only holding his hand and you felt ready to pounce. Reign it in, damn it.

“___”. Your name left his lips and that pouncing thought jumped back into the forefront of your mind until he let go of your hand.

“Goodnight,___” he said lowly and by the way he looked at you, you knew exactly that your body language had told him much more than you wanted him to know.

“´Night, Simon.”

You closed the door gently and it took everything in you to walk over to your couch and not collapse against the door. Your legs were still heavy and jelly like, something still tingling like crazy in your panties. “Oh, hell” you said to yourself as you crossed your legs to try and relieve some of the pressure.

It wasn´t working.

So, when you got to bed half an hour later you got comfortable and retrieved your trusty toy from its box. There was no way you would be able to sleep without getting all these feelings out. The longing for his scent, voice and his touch.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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[cottoncandy-cult]

Kenpachi Zaraki X Chubby! Reader

slight trigger warning in that the reader realizes that some people are gossiping about her appearance and sometimes what they say is mean though no specific quotes are given.

(Y/n) sighed softly as she sat at a booth in the local bar, the Whispering Lilly, she was waiting for her Captain and friends. The young woman was the only adult female of squad 11, she fought with the boys and kicked ass to get to where she was now. Of course, this meant her body type was a bit different, she was curvier and had more muscle than most girls that was for sure, but this also meant a bit of a wider mid-section. She didn't think she looked bad, men still make the mistake of flirting with her, and it wasn't like she was morbidly obese. Rangiku and the women of the Shinigami Women's Association always told her she looked good. But recently she found that wherever she went there'd be people talking about her appearance, it made her wonder if it really was only just happening or if it had been going on all along. Some comments weren't bad, but others could be cruel, the ones from the other women hurt the most.

It had been going on all week, and now here she sat alone in a booth and wondering just how many people around her had noticed her or said something about her. The longer she sat alone the more she felt judged, even though she kept reminding herself that she was overacting. She kept over thinking every move she made, even her breathing. That was when she downed the drink in hand, the burn of the sake dragging her back to earth. She was 4 in when Kenpachi showed up with his 3rd and 5th seat, Ikkaku cocking an eyebrow. "Everything ok there? You look like you want to throw a table." That made Kenpachi laugh, his golden eye locking on the bald man. "Now don't say that, you might just tempt me into throwing a table."

That made (Y/n) laugh a bit, the alcohol making it easier to lighten her mood. "Sorry I'm fine, it took you guys so long I got lost in thought." She watched as everyone sat down, her Captain sitting by her while Yumichika and Ikkaku sat across from him. Kenpachi always sat beside her, it made her feel tiny bit safe. She knew her Captain wouldn't turn his blade on her, she also knew if someone got unruly, he'd shut them up for getting on his nerves. "I'm glad I'm not the only one in this squad that has enough thoughts to get lost in." Yumichika chimed up, filling up everyone's glass. (Y/n) unconsciously throwing it back, not even cringing. "That's happenin a lot to you lately (L/n), what's goin on in that head of yours." Kenpachi had noticed her staring off sometimes, even in training or while sparring. It was like she'd go into autopilot, she looked so hyper focused yet unfocused at the same time. (Y/n) knew she had been slipping up lately, though she didn't realize it was happening that often.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I'm in a bit of a rut... I don't even know what I'm doing in life anymore let alone why I'm doing it." She gave a sigh, throwing back another drink. She wasn't lying, the last month had been so repetitive, each day the same as the last. On top of it she has no inspiration, she loved to write even though no one reads it but her writer's block was killing her. "That's understandable, everyone's been hit with a wave of busy work and the hollow attacks have slowed. It's so boring it'll rot your head." The Captain swallowed down his drink, leaning back in his seat as Ikkaku nodded and tossed one back. "You need to talk more then, the more you sit and think the worse you'll feel. Go pull a prank or something." The bald ones advice wasn't bad, she had considered doing so but she didn't know who to mess with that wouldn't get her in trouble. She was one of the only ones who at least tried to be polite or decent. "Why don't we go shopping tomorrow (Y/n)? We haven't gone in so long, the captain and Ikkaku can come as well. We need people to carry the bags."

That made Ikkaku snort, Kenpachi swallowed down a big drink from the sake bottle and shrugged. "I ain't got nothin better to do, what time are we all meeting up?" That made Ikkaku stop laughing, he already knew he didn't have an option now that the captain had agreed. (Y/n) filled up her sake glass before swallowing it down, shrugging slightly. "How about 11? We can get lunch and take a break before getting into our actual shopping." A lot of the (H/c) head's favorite shops didn't open up til a little after midday anyways, so she knew she wouldn't do a lot of shopping until then. Everyone seemed to nod in agreement, from there they drank and discussed where they'd eat. Until they wandered off in various directions to try and find the barracks, ironically only Kenpachi made it back within an hour.

      ~~~Time Skip 11:30 ~~~

(Y/n) gave a soft yawn as she made her way to the squad 11 common area, she hadn't stumbled her way back to the barracks until early that morning. Having napped in one of captain Kyoraku's cherry blossom trees for a bit. She wore her standard uniform; her hair was brushed but she didn't bother dressing up. She spotted Ikkaku eating and Yumichika was checking himself in a pocket mirror, she assumed their captain was doing his hair or something.

"Hey..." The young woman yawned and sat on Ikkaku's opposite side, stealing one of his rice balls as per her daily ritual. Ikkaku didn't care anymore, he just started to get extra at this point. "Now come on (Y/n) why not dress up? We're going to that shop you enjoy that makes those dresses from the living world you like." The (H/c) haired girl simply yawned, looking at him with a groan. "It's too early for all that work, but tell you what after we shop, I'll let you dress me up." Being the only girl, she'd let Yumichika use her as his little doll, though at this point she just wanted an excuse to put it off for later.

"That's a wonderful idea! We'll have some drinks, and we can gossip a bit! I can't wait to tell you what I saw Shuhei looking at~" He laughed giddily, though (Y/n) was distracted by the sight of her Captain. For once his hair was down, not a single bell in sight. For once the young woman found her breathing stopped and heart racing, she had never blushed before and it was a struggle to keep her cheeks from turning red. "Hey Captain, running a little late aren't ya?" Ikkaku looked to the large male, both men noting that their boss wasn't sporting his usual hair style. "Yachiru left to do something with that Matsumoto woman, so I woke up late and I need her to put the bells on for me." The large man huffed, running his fingers through his long hair.

"Well now that we're all here we should get going, there's a cute little shop that sells jewelry I think you'll like." Yumichika grabbed the hand of a flustered (Y/n) and began dragging her off, leaving the two men behind them to catch up. "I got some questions for you when we get back.~" The black-haired man winked at the girl, making her face catch fire as she cursed how observant he was.

Though she quickly calmed down as the other two caught up, Kenpachi on her left and Ikkaku to Yumichika's right. "Thanks for doing this Captain, I know you probably don't care much for this stuff." She spoke up and looked to the large male, she couldn't tell if he was looking at her because of his eye patch but she knew he heard her by his grunt. "Ain't like I'm doing much anyways, besides if I said no, I'd have to listen to Yumichika's whining." Yumichika gave an offended gasp which made (Y/n) laugh, she missed the slight darkening on the captain's cheeks that formed at the sound of the young woman's laughter.

          ~~~Time Skip~~~

                     5:30 p.m.

          (Yeah I know right)

(Y/n) gave a yawn as she sat on the ground in a small meeting room in the squad 11 compound, the young woman wore a (F/c) dress. It tied behind the neck with a heart shaped collar as it clung to her upper body, the skirt was looser and came to mid-thigh. This was something Yumichika picked out for her, it made her a bit self-conscious given how plump her thighs were though Yumichika thought it looked great on her and talked about how popular such dresses are in the world of the living. He had gotten dressed up, having bought a top that he said he saw in the world of the living called a 'button up' as well as some pants.

Currently the two sat across from each other, they had a drink or two already and she listened quietly as Yumichika talked about how he caught Shuhei looking at Rangiku's chest when delivering paperwork. "So, let's talk about you, I saw how you had been eyeing the captain this morning.~" The young man grinned as he poured her another drink, chuckling as he watched the woman try and block her face with the sake glass while she downed the drink to buy herself time to come up with an answer.

"He just... Looks good with his hair down is all..." Her cheeks only darkened as she listened to Yumichika hum, watching as he pointed his finger at her and downed his drink. "Ah but it's more than that, you've always had a look in your eyes when you see the captain." The woman fell silent as she swirled her refilled drink, watching the clear liquid a moment. "I've never put much thought into it... I do find the man attractive; his personality is enticing and he's so strong he leaves me in awe... But I've always told myself he was out of my reach..." She spoke steadily despite the hazy feeling in her head and swallowed her drink down, the young woman missed the look of confusion on her friend's face. The male had never seen her like this, she was always cheerful or feisty but the look on her face was one he could only describe as disappointment.

"What do you mean by 'Out of reach?', of all women you're closest to having his attention." His words surprised her, the young (H/c) head looked at him in confusion as he downed his drink and refilled both of their glasses. Though before she could answer him the door slammed open, their captain came in with a huff. "I was looking for you two." (Y/n) looked back only to blush at the sight, Kenpachi was only in his hakama and his hair still down only it was somewhat damp, so she assumed he took a bath while she and Yumichika were trying on clothes. "Is something wrong Captain?" Yumichika quirked an eyebrow and tried not to laugh at the way the girl seemed to quietly die, Kenpachi sat down with the two and looked up at them. "Ikkaku is off doing something and Yachiru fell asleep right after getting back, so it's been pretty boring."

(Y/n) had stood and went to grab another sake glass from the cabinet, unaware of the golden orb that was locked on her form. "So that's one of those worlds of the living outfits you got? It looks good on you. These uniforms really don't do anyone justice." He watched the blushing girl return and set down a large sake glass, grinning a bit at the generous pour she had when filling it. "Thank you, Captain, I was a bit worried it didn't fit my body type..." She sat and refilled her glass before passing the bottle to Yumichika, she watched Kenpachi down his drink before she did the same with her own. "The hell you talking about girlie? Since when have you ever cared about body type?"

Yumichika had simply sat back to watch, only moving to refill their cups when needed. (Y/n) only shrugged, swirling her drink a little. "I mean I am still a woman Captain; I do put some stock in my appearance..." She downed her drink, listening to the large man scoff after he had done the same. "Listen up sweetheart cause I'm only saying it once, you look damn fine and any man who says otherwise is really just a boy. Physical appearance isn't everything, from what I've seen you're also good at kicking Ass and you ain't fucking dumb." They had finished the first bottle and were starting the second, the more the two had to drink the more open they got. Yumichika wasn't even drinking that much anymore too busy watching what he hoped was his ship setting sail.

(Y/n) could only blush deeply at her Captain's words, downing another drink. "Thank you, Captain, aside from Yumichika I really don't hear that stuff often lately... So, I guess I started to doubt myself." Kenpachi chuckled at that, leaning forward so they were face to face. "Well then, maybe I'll have to remind you every chance I get.~" He had practically cooed his sentence, and it was in that moment (Y/n) broke. She lunged at the male and knocked him on his ass, straddling him and gripping his haori as she laid claim to his lips. Yumichika was left utterly astonished, his Captain feeling the same way at first though Kenpachi quickly recovered and soon enough their kiss became like a heated battle. Yumichika was quick to flee before things got too heated, making his way to the bar where he knew several members of the Shinigami Women's Association were having drinks so that he could fill them in on the new development.

#bleach #kenpachi zaraki #kenpachi x fem reader #fem reader #chubby reader #candy cult vault #fluff #Kenpachi Fluff #Kenny was one of my first loves #the list of anime men i fell in love with as a child is ridiculous.

[miss-celestia13]

For Fun! Scottish Smut 😌

I wrote this ages ago as a joke for my friends, a smut scene written in Scottish slang! After all, all Scottish people are bilingual 🤣 I just discovered it in my notes as I was cleaning them out and thought I’d share it here for the laugh. I hope it makes you chuckle because it won’t set your knickers on fire 😂

Without further ado;

Jimmy and Senga’s mad night oot!

Words: 585

What some words mean:

Swalleys - swallows

Boattle - Bottle

Stoatin - stumbling

Spunked - Cummed

Tadger - Cock

Pump - Fuck/Sex/shag - rumpy-pumpy means the same thing!

Fanny - Cunt

Bean - Clit

I just had a full body cringe typing that last one, so you can figure the rest out or ask me if you get confused🤣

They wur passin the boattle ae Bucky between thum. Takin huge swalleys as they walked hame fae the pub. Stoatin’ aboot like a clumsy gazelle oan her primark special high heels, Senga wiz clingin’ tae Jimmys arm while he grabbed hur arse, and whispered sweet nuttins in hur ear.

“Jist you wait tae we git hame, doll. I’m gonnae pump you rotten.”

He always kent jist whit to say to make her knickers wet. No that she wiz wearing any. He’d gied her a gid wee finger poking in the pub loo’s jist afore they wur kicked oot for arguin way the barman when he widnae serve thum anymare vodka ridbulls. She’d loast thum somewhere ‘atween the mens loos and the bar. Stumblin upti the frunt door, Jimmy drapped hur keys twice afore he managed tae unlock it and dragged hur in.

He hud hur shoved against the door afore she kent what wiz happenin. Jimmy gied hur the sloppiest kiss ar hur life, tastin like drink, and regret as he forced his tongue doon hur throat. The hawf empty boattle ae Buckfast clattured tae the flair as he shoved a haund up her skurt and poked aboot until he foond her bean and gied it a wee flick so she jumped.

“Cannae wait any longer, doll.” He said, breath soaked in Bucky.

“Dinnae then, i wanted yeh tae shag me back at the pub.” She replied as he hiked hur skurt oer hur hips and pulled his hard tadger oot ae his best trackie bottoms.

She wiz soon oan hur knees in the hallway, Jimmy grabbed haud ae hur hips afore he pushed inside her wet fanny, sayin’ filthy hings as she shouted in surprise.

“Yer jist a wee durty. Ye’ll no be able tae walk the morra.”

Usually, when it came tae the auld rumpy-pumpy, Jimmy wiz a two-pump-chump in bed, bit when he hud a drink in him, he lasted at least ten and she’d only coonted two so far.

“Shut yer moof and dae it then.” She said and yelped when he smacked her arse and thrust harder.

Jimmy laughed as she pushed back tae make him go fastur and called him a useless basturt when he slowed right doon insteid.

“Calm doon wuman, a ken whit am dain!”

He did and he didnae. She’d coonted seven thrusts noo, and kent he didnae hae much left in him, so she took maetturs intae hur ain haunds and balanced oan wan elbay so she could fiddle wae hur bean. Jimmy was gruntin and groanin, sweaty haunds slidin oer hur arse as he loast all sense ae rhythm. A flew flicks and she wiz almost there, fingurs moving so quick as Jimmy pounded intae her fanny once, twice, and she felt her fanny flutter aroond his tadger jist afore he spunked in her.

There wiznae fireworks or stars when she came. No wae Jimmy, bit it felt gid and her boady wiz fizzing fae the drink and orgasm. Jimmy fell oan tap ae hur and crushed her intae the carpet. She wiznae comfy, but couldnae be arsed movin noo. And so Jimmy and Sengas mad night oot ended wae them both passed oot in hur hallway. Senga couldnae mind if he’d locked the door. Ah well, any cunt that tried to burgul thum wid be in fur a shoack when they foond thum bare arsed and covered in spunk. The thoat sent hur tae sleep wae a grin oan her face.

……………*

Oh, fuck me gently 🤣 I forgot how bad it is and I’m crying laughing that I’m posting it here 😂 hope it made you giggle or smile, at the least 🤭❤️

#scottish #smut oneshot #shameless smut but really I should be so ashamed of this but it’s hilarious #creative writing #shameless smut #smut #original writing #my writing #my words #writing #original short story #original female character #original characters #creativewriters #cringe #embrace it #just for laughs #here for a good time #original story #short story #smutty smut smut #smutty #storytime #why am i posting this #i am a mess #writers of tumblr #female writers #women writers #just for the lols #woman writers

[writer-komaru]

I LOVE UR WORK OMGG U INSPIRE ME 😭❤️❤️ hajime , nagito and fuyu with fem s/o dealing with a panic attack? totally okay if u don't feel comfortable babes:)

I-I-inspire you?! Woah, this is quite the honor! I feel so… well, honored that my work has inspired you! Thank you so much! And babes? ;) oh ho ho, that’s quite the nick name~ what should I call you then? Hmm… how about I call you sweetie~

(Fem/Afab reader hinted in Nagito’s section!!)

Would definitely be the kind of guy to be totally oblivious at first, it’s almost comitic

For instance, as you two would be making your way down the street to get lunch at a local restaurant, you were feeling more and more anxious. You didn’t know why, it was just a restaurant, after all, but still. The feeling felt like a blanket of dread was wieghing down on you, making it harder and harder to breath.

Your pace slowed, body shaking as you held your arms close to your chest, eyes darting around very second.

Hajime looked back at you and tilted his head.

“Is everything alright? You look a bit… pale.”

“I-I think… I’m having a panic attack…”

You held your head, your thoughts moving so hard it felt like you were going to explode.

And now realizing what was happening, Hajime starts panicking. He can’t help it, okay? He just doesn’t know what to do!

“I-I, uh, do you need a hug? Do you… um, oh, what to do, what to do!!”

He would honestly really appreciate it if you told him what you need. But, if your not in the right headspace to think or if you can’t talk while panicking, he’ll try his best.

He’ll say…

“It okay, nothing can hurt you here. Everything’s okay. We can go back to my house if you want? Uh, is that weird? I-I’m sorry, we can go to your place if you want.”

You slowly nod in response, pressing yourself against him, causing him to let out a small gasp in response. You could feel his body tense at the touch. He cleared his throat and asked…

“So…. Uh, your place or my place?”

“Yours…”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but loud enough for Hajime to hear it.

“Okay, then. It’s not too far from here. Are you… able to walk?”

You only squeezed him tighter in response, the feelings of anxiety rushing back to you at the mention of moving.

“Ack! T-that’s… too tight..” Hajime’s voice sounded strained and caught in his throat. “I-if you can’t move right now, then we can wait here a bit… just, please let me breath…” he looked down sympathetically at you as you nuzzled your face against his chest. He paused for a minute before saying…

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you. Always will.”

Would have a small internal panic attack, scared that his luck finally ran out, before shaking his head to dislodge his thoughts and hurrying to your side to see what he could do.

For example, when you two were cuddling out at his house while you both read a book together, the sentence one of the characters said brought back some…. Unwanted memories. The stinging feelings in your heart seemed to only escalate as you continued reading. Nagito looked over at you curiously. You heart seemed to be beating a lot faster the normal and you had a weird look in your eyes.

“Is everything alright, my hope? You seem a bit off.”

Realizing what he said, he chuckled.

“Ah, forgive me for being to bold, it’s probably none of my business. But… if something is wrong, you have to tell me, okay?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just… I just have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Nagito nodded in response, his eyes locked onto yours as you left. Nagito immediately closed the book and opened his phone to check one of the apps he downloaded. He used the app to keep track of your period, and according to it, I shouldn’t be happening until a week or two. So… what could have gotten you so fearful?

Meanwhile, you quickly closed the bathroom door behind you, leaning over the sink to stare back at yourself in the mirror. You wrapped your arms around your body tightly, feeling your breathing begin to quicken. Oh no oh no oh no, why’d ones this have to be happening now?!

You flinched as you heard a knock on the door.

“I know something is wrong, so please can I come in?”

In response to the voice you fell to the ground and inched away from the door, tucking your head in your arms.

“G-Go away! Please, don’t see me like this!”

If Nagito wasn’t worried before, he sure as hell was now. Ignoring what you said, he opened the door and gasped slightly at the slight of your crumpled, sobbing body on the ground.

“My… hope…?”

He quickly rushes to your side, pulling you into his arms. Your body tensed at the feeling of being enveloped in his arms.

“I’m here, my beloved, I’m here for you always. Now, can you match my breathing for a couple seconds?”

You nodded against his shoulder.

After breathing slowly in and out for a few seconds, and with the feeling of Nagito slowly petting your hair, you felt yourself beginning to calm back down.

“There, that’s better. You did amazing, so amazing. But… please, I know it’s none of my business, but what caused you to react like this. Did I do something? If so, you can punish me a harshly as you’d like.”

“It’s… it’s a long story… it doesn’t matter now though, it’s no big deal.”

“It if wasn’t a big deal, then it wouldn’t be affecting you like this. But, you can tell me whenever you feel ready, right now I just want to do everything I can to make you feel better.”

Nagito paused for a second.

“Why not i give you a nice, warm bath, and after that we can watch your favorite movie and eat some ice cream?”

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Mhm… please.”

Would panic, just like The other two boys up here, but would seem a lot angrier for some reason. He also would kinda need to be told what you wanted to do whenever you were having a panic attack. Would probably put a hit on anyone who even looked at you while he tried to think of ways to calm you down.

For example, Fuyuhiko was waiting for you to return home from work while on the phone with one of his underlings, when suddenly he heard the door open. He quickly sis she had to leave and hung up, immediately walking towards you.

“What took you so long? Had me waiting foreve-“

He cut himself off when you saw a distant look in your eyes. You body also seemed to be… trembling?

“… are you okay?“

All you could do was continue to space out, the feelings slowly clouding your mind, chasing your o begin to sob.

“The fuck?! Did something fucking happen?!”

He immediately ran up to you and tried to lift up your chin to get a clear look into your eyes. He felt his heart drop at the look of pure fear he was met with and the slightest outline of a bruise on your cheek.

You yelped as his expression instantly went dark and borderline blood thirsty.

He pulled you close to his body, leaning his head close to your ear? Lowering his vice to a low whisper as to not make you more scared then you were right now.

“Tell me. Who did this to you? What stupid piece of disgusting horse shit dared lay their hands on you? Just give me a name and I’ll solve everything for you. I’ll make sure their lives and their families lives are completely destroyed for touching my beautiful partner’s face. “

After a couple sniffles, you eventually told him the names of the people who jumped you on the streets and threatened you that they would kill Fuyuhiko if you tried to fight back. You were luck to be able to run away before it actually got messy, but you still had a couple bruises. You were too nervous to tell him because you were scared they would actually try to kill him.

He only chuckled, a low and slightly psychotic chuckle.

“Baby, you know who I am, right? I’m literally the heir to the Yakusa clan, if anyone should be scared, it’s those lowlifes. Aghh… they will pay for this.”

You gasped as you felt his grip around you tighten, the rage practically radiating off of his body. Even though you were still nervous for Fuyuhiko, you always knew that he would go down without a fight.

And a fight there would be.

Later that night, while you were nestled down on the couch, Fuyuhiko in the kitchen ‘taking a call’ the news suddenly switched on.

“Now live, we just got in a couple reports of three men in their 30’s to 40’s have now been reported missing. The police has been sent to their homes, but no pet her info has come out yet. Stay tuned as we investigate this sudden abduction.”

#drv2 hajime #Hajime #hajime x y/n #hajime x reader #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #Nagito #drv2 nagito #nagito x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #Fuyuhiko #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #drv2 goodbye despair #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa #Danganronpa v2

[babstheyaga]

I'm so embarrassed in a good way that you saw the other drawings cuz I usually hide them 😭 but seeing that you liked them makes me happy and embarrassed at the same time like how do explain it???

Also

Cuz yes

I don't think I could have helped myself as my eyes peered over at him from my corners, soon turning my head to take a proper glance.

He was slumped over, but his face was visible. I could see his chest and back rise and fall with deep, slow breaths. He was staring straight ahead, his eyes open and looking towards the cabinets beside me.

I jumped a little in my seat, my hues going wide, and realizing that he was now fully awake.

"Ratchet?" I asked, my voice barely audible, yet he heard it loud and clear.

He darted his sight over to me without moving his head, and I could see the darkness in them. The bright orange for pupils, the hollowed darkness that consumed the once white spaces... He looked pissed.

"U-Um... What's-What's wrong?" I asked, feeling my skin perk and spike with sudden adrenaline.

He didn't answer me, but his mouth propped open, as if taking in a proper smell of my scent, like he could taste it.

"What's-What's going on -"

"You're scared, aren't you..." He hissed, his tone aggravated, but I could tell there was a hint of nervousness to him, like he didn't like the situation.

"I-... Um..." I pushed myself off the chair, standing up but staying my distance. "Y-Yes?" I almost asked, confused what I should say.

"You should be." His voice was low like a threat, but again, he seemed unsure of his wording.

"W-Why? Nothing bad's going to happen - Right?" I questioned, bringing my hands around to fidget.

"That's for me to decide, isn't it..." He said, turning his attention to the ground, contemplating his actions.

My brows folded in worry, but was slow to take a step closer to him.

He darted his eyes up toward me, suddenly straightening himself and his expression changed to a strange mixture of disgust and fear. I was confused, watching him closely and wanting to understand what was going on.

"What's wrong?" I asked again, concern engulfing me.

His lip and eye twitched, like he was holding something back. He looked confused, but I don't think by me.

"You need... To leave." He said, forcing himself to be calm.

"What? I'm... I can't, SoundWave is going to be back soon -"

"LEAVE!" He jerked his head forward, his obnoxious canines showing in a snarl on his lips. I took a step back as he scared me, and as my face changed, so did his.

His whole enraged expression twitched, slowly falling and looking ashamed.

"You can't be around me right now... You need..." He closed his eyes and his brows scrunched in what seemed to be pain.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't understand what was going on. Why was he acting this way?

"Ratchet... What can I do to help?" I asked weakly, taking a bigger step towards him.

This time he didn't flinch at my actions, only turning his bowed head towards me, his eyes going soft, his lips morphed into a frown, looking saddened.

"You're a pure, I don't expect you to understand." He said, yet another change in his emotion, going back to angered.

"I-I can try, just-just tell me what to do." I came to his front, crouched down to his eye level and brought my hands to his knees, looking up at him with complete worry.

Ratchet was good to me, he protected me when I needed it. I wanted to help, whatever was going on with him, I could help, couldn't I?

He stared down at me, his face now blank, his eyes still hollowed.

He blinked once, he blinked twice. "Bite me." He said simply, as if it was nothing to him, but it was anything but that to me.

"What -"

"BITE ME!" He jerked forward, coming close to my face but I didn't jump this time, only looking shocked, baffled.

"Why-Why would I need to-"

His eyes twitched, an annoyance lingering in them. "An omega is the only one that can help, bite me, and bite me hard." He demanded, but it made no sense to me.

I didn't know what was going on, what was happening to him. I knew so little about omegas, or even alphas or betas for that matter.

But...

He knew more than I did. Whatever was going on with him, whatever caused this strange amount of aggression, he seemed to know the cure.

I sure as hell was clueless beyond all belief... But as I looked down to my bandaged hands, I was gentle to look back up at him.

"Where?" I asked, my tone unsure, fearful.

He turned his head to the side almost instantly, but I could tell it pained him to do it. "Shoulder. Bite hard. If you don't draw blood, it won't release enough adrenaline." He told me, a lot more calm, showing a hint of his normal, relaxed demeanor.

I glanced to his neck, looking where there was faded scars, distant bruises, and rough skin. I peered back up to his face, only to stand up, and was hesitant to bring my hands to his shoulders.

"You're sure about this?" I almost pleaded, not wanting to go through with it. I had never... Bitten someone before. Especially not in a circumstance like this.

"Do it!" He shouted, and I tried my best not to jump too much.

I leaned down to his shoulder, looking down at a vein that protruded from his skin. This felt wrong, more than just wrong. I was going to hurt him, I didn't want to... But he was telling me to. He was telling me it would help him...

I was cautious to open my jaw, my lips trembling to part. My mouth got close to his flesh, my breathing brushing against my face from being so close.

I went to his shoulder, soon latching on with my lips, being slow to put pressure with my teeth.

I was terrified of hurting him too badly, but I pushed past it, digging more into his muscle in an attempt to close my jaw around his vein.

When my canines dug deep enough into his flesh, small perks of blood peeked out, hitting my tongue and it was anything but pleasant.

"More." He ordered, and I rammed my eyes shut, squeezing them and crushed my teeth more into him.

I could feel the red liquid flood my mouth, and I resisted every urge to gag. I couldn't get myself to swallow it, pushing it out with my tongue and allowing it to drip down my chin, down his chest, and soaking his shirt.

He groaned and growled in an awkward way, the intensity of the pain must have been unbearable, and with a sudden panting escaping his lungs, I pulled away, letting a cough erupt from my throat.

I backed up the best I could without getting too far, and I saw with shock that he was breathing heavily, desperate to catch air.

He was opening and closing his eyes time and time again, readjusting his sight and a weird rolling of his hues caused him to look like he was going to black out.

I could only catch for a split couple seconds what seemed to be the white coming back to his orbs, the shading of hollowed out darkness disappeared, and when he finally caught ahold of himself, he was dizzy, dazed, but... Back to normal.

"Thank you..." He breathed, totally exhausted.

#god i love asks #related to fmod #long post #heh...

[penname-artist]

Newewews

Sum shit been happenin’, so in case there was a noticed lack of me, I’ve had company over this week, and we’ve been going and going and going and I am mentally pooped. I have no more spoons, my body turned into noodles on me yesterday (although maybe that was more the fault of the CBD...more on that in a sec)

But I’ll be back to doing my stuff again towards the end of this week, after a recovery day and such. But while I’m on the train of next week:

I did not quit my job last week. Believe me, I was gonna, I planned it, and then right ON the day I was set to leave, something interesting happened. The [new] manager had me start teaching how to do planograms and label changes and all my regular job to two new hires. All was going swimmingly. And then he pulled me aside and went “PLEASE I need you, I need your brain, can you work supplemental?”

So, I said I would, and we talked it over with the district manager as well and my title, officially, has been moved to part-time. This way I have the same set time to come into work, but I can work more hours in the week if need be. And what time do I work you might ask?

Three hours a week. T’ursday, nine to noon. I’m working, while not working, and making something to cover smaller expenses while I focus on my other goals. AND I can keep the shirts. And not need to go through the rehire process later on. Thank you Lord!

And with that set aside now, I can really really focus on my art finally. I have plans to start up some [ugh I actually don’t like them but whatever pays] commission work online through sites like Fiverr and Upwork. I’m also going to invest time into learning a new animation program and uploading videos to my channel a little bit more regularly. I have big goals for 2023 on that front.

And something I’m very deeply debating, in the ways of making content, is doing personal stories. I debated making all those possible stories into animated ones like every other YouTube creator has, but I kinda want to take the content that I’ve made with speedart and combine the two. You can watch me draw a thing and listen to me rattle on about a story at the same time. I may add small animatic elements too, to keep it interesting.

As far as what those stories entail, well I have some lighthearted funny ones I can go over, like my pet history, art camp, actual camping experiences, lots of mental health stories, and maybe down the line some brushing over of my trauma experiences with sudden and unexpected friend losses and grief. That, and/or the repercussions I’ve gone through as a result of that, when I get stressed and my body goes “aw HEEEELLLLL NAW” and shuts itself down.

Fun stuff.

But that’s all on the roadmap, might not get any traction til after the beginning of 2023. But I will be able to get back to writing and drawing and such, I’ve got several projects I’m still trying to get made and finished and posted and they’re being very slow.

But I shall keep y’all posted!

[beammeupbroadway]

Find the Word/ Manuscript Search Tag

Tagged by the lovely @setaflow (here is her post please go show her girl love Riley needs it)

Words I had to play with were wait, wind, teeth, and hope. Three are from a published fic (Fool on the Hill) and one from an unpublished longer fic I’ve been working on for a couple of years because I am very slow

Wait

Metal hand tapping against the floor, Johnny turned his gaze away from her. If she didn't know better, she'd have recognised shame on his face.

"Worst thing they can do to you, take who you are..." Johnny hit his head against the wall, metal fingers clenching in a fist. "Don't have any more answers than you do, doll. For what it's worth, don't fuckin' want this any more than you."

Johnny shifted, turning round to fully face her, steeled expression as he leaned into her space, Valerie tensing at the intrusion. "You want an out? Oughta take it now. Not how I'd do it, but you wanna go out on your terms? Do us both a favour an' make it quick." He gestured to the gun on the table beside her. An out. One last act she could make. Preserve her integrity to her last moment.

It would be easier. God knows that gun felt like it had been pressed to her head since the day she was born, always waiting for an excuse to pull the trigger. A cold, unloveable creature. Waiting for the day someone put her down. At least this way it would be in her hands. Her choice.

Wind

She'd felt the wind knocked out of her when Johnny asked to go on a date with Rogue. Which was unfair. She'd just told him how important it was to have connections with the people in your life, and now she was bitter because he wanted to fix the ones he had?

It wasn't just that though. There was something more with Rogue, the 'what if that always hung in the air around them. She wanted him to do this, to get some closure, but it felt like signing her own death warrant. She knew the moment Rogue was back in the picture she might as well be gone.

Teeth

"And what, you think you're somethin'? Got news for you old man, you've been dead 50 years, nobody gives a fuck about Johnny Silverhand anymore, not even Arasaka. There's no score to settle, they've forgotten you and it's time you moved on and fucked off."

She gritted her teeth when his metal hand tugged hard on her hair, dragging her back round to face him. His face was so close she could feel his hair brushing against her, his expression menacing and teeth bared, his breath hot against her face.

"What, and you think you're gonna go out in some 'blaze of glory? Not in this fuckin' life Princess. Look at your choom Jackie-"

"Dont say his name you fuckin' asshole." She spat. The grip on her hair tightened, causing her to grimace, pushing down a small sound of pain that threatened to escape. She wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction.

"look where he is now. Bleedin' out in the back of a cab your idea of a blaze of glory? That ain't happenin'. Not for you. You're no Night City legend darlin', you're gonna end up right there alongside your choom in the long list of nobodies who died thinkin' they could be somthin' in this city.”

Hope

"Can we stay here for a bit longer? I know we have shit to-"

He silenced her with the press of his lips against her own, moving in tandem as they twined themselves round one another. She felt him relax into the mattress and allowed herself to do the same, any desire to move from that spot vanishing with the soft touch of his hand trailing down her arm.

"Stayin' here long as you want Darlin'."

She let her eyes drift shut, tentatively reaching out to his mind with her own. What she found there lay any worry she may have had to rest, complete and overwhelming devotion tangling with her own, indistinguishable from each other.

As they lay there, basking in the faint glow of the setting sun over the pacific as it encompassed them in it's warmth, she realised for the first time since Jackie died, she felt hope. Hope for a different future, for them to stay like this forever, wrapped up in each other's warmth, feeling like for the first time, they had both found their way home.

Tagging @glitchinginthegarden @trashcatsnark @skippygiraffee @neon-pink-witch @synthsinner and anyone else who wants to give it a go! ❤️

For the words stop, alone, and warm

#thank you for tagging me!! #finally working my way through my backlog of tagged posts #mental and physical health has been in the gutter but we getting through it to finally respond to all of these and I’m v grateful for them ❤

[gildead]

@pizzatrocious:

It was fairly obvious that something horrifically wrong was going on with Gold, that was for certain. But Pizzahead was never really one to judge appearances (except for Peppino), soooooooooo...

"Hellohellohello again, ol' sport!" He briefly lifted the pizza crust from his head like a hat. "Say, in exchange for another one of our specialty grilled cheeses, howsabout ya help a pal out, pal?"

Yes, he was about to question Gold for the sake of marketing. No, he didn't really get why this was a really dumb idea. Don't start questioning how the hell his company has survived this long. Just roll with it.

"Even if my youthful looks don't show it, I'm a bit of an old fogey, y'see! So I'd like to hear a little from the youth on what's hip and happenin'! Tell me son, what's your idea of fun?"

Before Pizzahead had ripped open the fabric of reality in order to access the Poképasta universe, Gold had been seated on the ground and focused on the kid's toy he had received the last time he came across this guy. He was unsure whether or not squish toys were supposed to sound like the Italian screaming of the damned, but honestly? At this point, he was keen on enjoying himself.

That was, until Pizzahead decided to jumpscare him in front of his own grave.

Gold found himself so overwhelmed with his questions that his eyes vanished from sight, leaving behind two empty sockets. Quite literally.

"I... uuhh?!" He hunched over, wringing his sleeves in a self-soothing gesture as his mind attempted to process what had just happened. As much as he did miss his mother's grilled cheeses, he was a little afraid to ask what exactly Pizzahead had in mind once he answered. Nevertheless, he was no quitter, and so he would answer.

"I like Pokémon." He forced the words out, albeit revealing how scratchy his voice was. If only the Unown were here to help. "Catching, training, battling... sometimes I visit the League. Watch the battles there."

"But, uh, not often." His sleeves briefly move over his ears, nonverbally communicating the reason why that was - and, also, as a sign that Pizzahead should probably slow his roll if he wanted Gold to stay as intelligible as he was currently.

Slowly, Gold looked to Pizzahead in an attempt to confirm whether this was good enough or if he needed to keep going.

#FACE THIS NIGHTMARE. ic. #WONDER MAIL. asks. #TURN BACK NOW. thread. #pizzatrocious #eye trauma tw #LOUD AUDIO WARNING. #[[for the peppino scream]] #[[listen the kid hasn't really had time to get new hobbies for obvious reasons]] #[[also due to how bad the quality is on here you're getting 200x200 icons. sorry not sorry.]]

[bonesgazette]

Bones Gazette: Back from my Unannounced Hiatus

Hello and welcome back to the Bones Gazette! It’s been a while—seven months to be exact (which pains me to admit, but hey—shit happens). What can I say? Life got a little crazy for me and this blog took a long retreat to the Back Burner of my mind. I apologize for the time away, but I am so glad to be back!

MJ Bones has had an incredible year, one I had intended to document as it was happening. I kicked off the year with a lovely east coast weekender with my friends BlueRaspberry. Together, we took on Providence, Rhode Island, at the Red Ink Library. Of course, any place that has a communist library/event space is cool in my book. The secret coffee bar in an off-the-beaten-path vintage bike repair shop was just the icing on the cake. Not to mention the homebrew wrestling scene that thrives in the backyard of the people we stayed with. It’s safe to say that Providence bewitched me, body and soul.

From Providence, we made a mad dash to Portland, Maine, where we killed it at Find clothing store. The owner was kind enough to gift me a vintage dress just for playing, and the space was packed with a capital “P”. With Portland favorites Myles Bullen and The Bumbling Woohas as the local support, I didn’t expect anything less. As a teenager, I had always dreamed of moving to Maine. I had never been to the east coast, and admittedly knew very little about Maine in particular—but it made for the perfect thing to project my domestic fantasies onto. I wrote countless poems about the salty sea air, the weathered fisherman at the docks, the grey mornings spent sipping black coffee on my porch, a knit shawl wrapped loosely around my shoulders. For a kid who knew nothing of the place I longed to reside in, I wasn’t that far off. Portland was just as charming as I had hoped it would be, and I have been itching to go back ever since.

The third day was spent at the Wrong Brain headquarters in Dover, New Hampshire. Atmospheric, vibrant, bursting with color—the place was electric, eclectic, and alive. Though the turn out made for a rather intimate show, I had a blast just inhabiting the space for a few hours. In addition to throwing DIY shows, Wrong Brain hosted resident artists, clothing swaps, and was big into community outreach. It was so inspiring to witness a slice of that radiant human spirit. Unfortunately, the headquarters is closing down until further notice—read about it on their instagram to see how you can support them during the transition.

Finally, we closed the tour in Rockland, Massachusetts at the Chess Company, former home to Justin Arena’s Together Press. Mass powerhouses A Day Without Love and Chris OG and the Dopameanies absolutely knocked our collective socks off. After the show, Justin gave me a tour of their schoolie conversion, which was coming along rather nicely. Together Press is now moving into a new headquarters, expanding into a community arts and education collective. As I stated with Wrong Brain—read about it on the ‘gram to learn more and show your support. 

After the tour, things slowed down for me in some ways and picked up in others. I got hired as a barista and started volunteering more at a local bookstore. Playing local shows here and there, my focus shifted away from music a bit in the name of laying down roots in my new city. I spent much of the spring writing, planning, and taking it day by day.

Summer, however, was a little more happenin’ in the Bones World. I hosted a 27 Club themed show in honor of my 27th birthday, was defeated by the confusing (to me) realm of Amtrak—resulting in tragically missing my dear friend’s birthday fest in Maryland—and drove across the country to play Compost Heap in Denver, Colorado. The season wrapped up with an absolutely killer show at Cafe Nine with the likes of Eevie Echoes and the Locations, Tallbois, and Kmoy. I got to catch up with pals I hadn’t seen since the spring and make some new ones. The highlight of the evening was getting decked in the pit by The Northaven while skanking around with reckless abandon. I also dropped a few secret singles amidst the end of the summer: a demo of “Surely”, a cover of “Shady Lane” by Pavement, and my first new track in a few years, “Clementine”. It’s a wistful song about the daydreams and idyllic future plans that never get realized when you break up with someone. Check it out on spotify or bandcamp!

And that’s all for the recap of my year thus far! To keep it brief, I’m signing off—but keep your eyes peeled for what’s happening this fall. 

Love and anarchy,

—xMJx

#music #diy #diymusic #diypunk #folkpunk #diyfolkpunk #grrlfolk #antifolk #ctmusicscene #eastcoastmusic #mjbones #update #folkpunkforever #queermusic #dreamfolk #bonesgazette

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 6,188 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan + flashbacks in other eras Warnings: language, fear and anxiety, mention of fear of heights Summary: Y/N and Daryl head out on the run for the requested medical supplies. Things are tense, but possibly about to get worse... This part is written in Daryl's POV!

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“I ain’t waitin’. I got a whiff of him and I gotta go before it disappears.”

“Daryl, are you sure about this?” Carol pressed him, creases from worry between her eyebrows. “Are you sure you’ve really thought this through?”

“What is there to think through? If he finds her again, he’ll kill her. And I ain’t waitin’ around for that to happen.” The archer was a blur of activity, gathering his gear and shoving it into his pack.

“I think you need to talk to her about this,” Carol insisted, relinquishing her hold on his poncho somewhat unwillingly as Daryl pulled it from her hands.

He shook his head. “Nah. Ya know she’ll want to be there and I can’t risk that…” he trailed off. “I can’t risk—can’t risk that.”

A thick silence stretched for a moment and Carol wrung her hands. “Well, what are you going to tell her?”

He paused, his hands on the clasp of his pack. “I ain’t tellin’ her anythin’. I’ll leave before its light tomorrow. By the time everyone is up, I’ll be gone.”

“What am I supposed to tell her then? When she inevitably asks?” Carol pressed him. “You want me to lie to her too?”

“I ain’t lyin’,” Daryl snapped. “‘M just not—not tellin’ her everythin’. ‘M ending this so she can move on.”

Carol’s jaw tensed. “It feels like a lie.”

“Just tell her I went north. To see what I could see. Lookin’ for supplies,” he drawled, setting his pack and crossbow on the ground beside his bed. “I don’t know.”

Carol sighed heavily and shook her head as he straightened up. “I don’t think this is—”

“Look, tell her whatever ya want. Just wait until ‘m gone. This is happenin’. It’ll be done. S’gonna be over with. For good.”

She shook her head and gave him a long look before crossing his cell and gently clasping his shoulder. “Be careful. I mean it,” she said, surrendering to the fact that there would be no changing his mind. He nodded, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment.

“I will.”

Carol gave him one last look full of anxiety and left him.

* * *

I hardly slept. Maybe caught 20 minutes here and 15 minutes there. Anxiety about the run—that’s all it was. At least, that’s what I kept tellin’ myself. Wanderin’ into a hospital was about the dumbest shit we could do. They always promised to be loaded with unexpected bullshit and floods of undead assholes. But lyin’ flat on my back in the dark, I knew deep down it had a helluva lot more to do with her than it had to do with the run. I was tryin’ to remember the last time I’d spent more than ten minutes alone with her and it left me with a feelin’ like somebody had dropped a damn lead weight onto my chest. I turned over in bed in an attempt to throw it off, but it still sat there on my lungs. I knew exactly when we’d last been alone for longer than a few minutes. Of course I fuckin’ knew. It was burned into my goddamn memory.

But it wasn’t doin’ me a lick of good to think on it so I pushed it away and waited for the clock beside me to read 5:15 before I climbed out of bed. My gear was all waitin’ ready, except for pickin’ up a gun on the way out. I half-expected to run into her in the armory, but it was dark and empty when I grabbed a handgun and some ammo. It felt like a lonely walk to Aaron’s, up the empty street, dew heavy on the grass, and my bootsteps echoing loudly off the dark rows’a houses. I never feel right in here… with the square little lawns and lights on by the front doors. It just felt fake, like somebody had built paper houses and was plannin’ to light ‘em up to burn any minute. I couldn’t feel settled. I just felt… lost. Outta place. Like I didn’t belong.

I’d gotten rid of that feelin’ once… My mind drifted back to her like it always did. It was like I didn’t have no damn control over my own mind. She’d been the one who’d made me feel like I belonged. But now? Fuck. I’m doin’ it again. Focus, dumbass.

She wasn’t waitin’ by my bike either, so I rode up to the gate. As the lookout platform came into view, I caught sight of her climbing down, followed by Gabriel. Her pack was slung on her back, a shotgun hanging at her side and her favorite pistol in a holster on her thigh. I found myself chewing the inside of my cheek. Nerves. Anxiety. This was gonna be a long fuckin’ day.

“I’ve got the gate,” Gabriel said, heading for the latch. She wandered over and I felt a jolt when she met my eyes. I nudged my nose up in a nod, but she just looked back at me with that same stony expression. Unreadable. It always seemed like I never saw her smile anymore. Maybe she did, just not around me. I got that blank look or a glare that I probably deserved…

“Were ya on watch?” I asked, curious why she wouldn’ta gotten rid of her shift in favor of sleep, knowing we’d be heading out on a run early.

“No,” she said simply. No extra info. Typical. Why waste more on me when one word would do? She didn’t owe me nothin’. And she knew it. I swallowed my other questions and leaned forward on my bike so she could climb on. I felt her settle in behind me and glanced over my shoulder at her. She caught my eyes for a brief moment before looking away, down toward the ground. That was typical too. It was like she just couldn’t look at me. Felt like somebody twisted a blade in my chest every time she dodged me like that. And yet I couldn’t get enough of her, even if she was purposely a giant pain in the ass most of the damn time… I still felt like she was a mirage in a desert. A mouthful of cool water in a drought. Food for a starvin’ man.

Gabriel was waiting with the gate open, so I revved the bike to life again. Her arms wrapped around my waist to hold on and for a second I thought I felt her cheek press against the back of my shoulder, but I knew I must have imagined it. My heart was racing as we pulled out. I was more anxious than I had been all night. The thoughts rushing through my head moved so fast I couldn’t even focus on any of them.

Gabriel yelled at us to be safe as we moved through, kickin’ dust up that left a glowing red cloud behind from the reflection of the taillights. The ride to the city was smooth. We made good time, luckily only passing lone walkers or small herds that were easy to avoid. Around the curves, for a brief moment, she’d hold tighter to me and lean into the turns like I’d taught her in what felt like another fuckin’ lifetime. Each corner I could feel every individual fingertip pressing into my waist or stomach. It was always followed by a sudden wash of heat like somebody had shoved me in a shower with the temperature all the way up. I couldn’t control it. Didn’t matter how hard I tried to ignore the feelin’ of being so damn close against each other…

I slowed down as we neared the hospital. Cars sat rusting in gridlocked traffic, tires long gone, frozen in time—same place they were when everythin’ shut the fuck down. I slowed my bike to roll over some debris and hit a chunk of concrete a little harder than I meant to. Her arms tightened around me reflexively at the jolt before loosening again the next second. My heart jolted at the same time. That feeling… of her clinging onto me for safety—but fuck. Let’s not make it out to be more than it is, dumbass. I turned toward my left shoulder. “Sorry,” I murmured. She didn’t say anything back, just shifted in her place behind me, puttin’ an inch more space back between us. The hospital came into view ahead, tall over everything else on the block.

She tapped my arm and I turned so I could hear her over the engine. “We should park. Sound of the bike,” she said. I knew what she was thinkin’. Any walkers or people anywhere around would hear us. I turned down a side street and parked in a loading dock bay. She climbed off about as damn fast as she could. Kicking the kickstand out and swinging my leg over, she was already walking back toward the corner of the building to look down the street.

“Hold up,” I called after her. I still had to get my gear off the back. She either didn’t hear me or didn’t give a shit and I found myself gritting my teeth. But when I rushed around the corner, I nearly collided with her. She did wait. She was leaned up against the brick, her shotgun in her hands, staring ahead at the looming building.

She straightened up as I stopped beside her and we started windin’ our way down the last couple blocks, keepin’ to the shadows of the buildings, stayin’ in cover as best we could. Even so, I couldn’t help glancin’ up at the endless windows, too many high points. All it would take is one asshole with a rifle and a scope... My hands started to sweat as I gripped my crossbow. I glanced at her, but she was as stony-faced as ever. “C’mon,” I said, quickening my stride. “I wanna get the hell off this street.”

I heard her let out a small scoff behind me. “Yeah, you’re the only one worried about being out here,” she murmured. My teeth clenched again but I did my best to ignore it. There was no point gettin’ riled up this early in the day. We still had a lot of fuckin’ work to do. We reached a set of double doors on the side of the hospital, but one glance inside showed they were well barricaded. I stood there rubbing a hand over the stubble on my face. “S’try the south door,” I drawled. To my surprise, she didn’t argue. But that side was a fuckin’ bust too. “Shit,” I spat out. There was a tall cabinet blocking the entrance.

“Good call,” she said sarcastically.

I shot her a glare. And this time when I bit my cheek, I tasted blood. “Ya got a better fuckin’ idea? Huh?” I challenged her.

She rolled her eyes, studying the door for a moment. There was a large glass pane above it that was broken out and I saw her eyes lock in on it. “Boost me up there,” she said, inclining her chin to indicate the window.

Did she want to go in alone? Well, that sure as shit wasn’t fuckin’ happenin’. “Like hell,” I growled back. She rolled her eyes again.

“Just boost me through and I’ll get the door open. I’ll let you in.”

Now it was my turn to scoff. “Ya gonna move that cabinet? By yerself?” I asked skeptically. The muscle in her jaw tensed.

“I don’t have to move it far. Just enough to let you squeeze in. And you can help from the outside.”

I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. I didn’t like the idea. I paced a tight circle, thinkin’, as she shifted impatiently beside me. “What if ya get in there and there are walkers? Huh? We can’t see shit down the hall.”

“I’ll be quiet. Come on. We haven’t got all fucking day and we’re sitting ducks out here. Unless you’ve come up with something better—”

I didn’t like it, but she was right. Shit. “Fine,” I interrupted. She leaned her shotgun up against the wall as I set my back against the door, fingers locked together and hands low at my bent knee. “C’mon. Gimme yer foot.”

She seemed to hesitate and I wondered if she was having second thoughts, but the next moment she stepped close in front of me and her hands came to my shoulders. “Ready?” I asked. Her face was maybe six inches from mine, her hands light. I started to feel warm again, a flush of heat across the back of my neck that started spillin’ into my chest. I could see every fleck of color in her eyes, the upturned curve of her eyelashes, that little scar on her chin... Fuck. Focus.

“Ready.” She planted her boot in my hands and I boosted her up so she could grab the window edge. The tinkling of glass dropping in was all I could hear for a moment, and then her weight disappeared from my hands. Spinning around, I watched her pull herself through onto the top of the cabinet. She stayed perched there for a moment, glancin’ behind her, scoutin’ the hallway, before she dropped to her feet lightly. She made it look easy. Graceful.

I couldn’t stand still, constantly shifting my weight. I watched her face tighten as she wedged her shoulder into the cabinet, using all her weight, and it started to move at an angle away from the door. I pushed in with my shoulder from the outside and we finally had enough space for me to slip through. I passed her shotgun through first before turnin’ sideways and slidin’ in. It was dark and completely silent except for the sound of our own breathin’. It felt stuffy inside, and I could vaguely smell somethin’ sharp like animal piss and a sickeningly sweet smell. Death. Decay. I paused to draw the string on my crossbow back, cocking it ready to fire, a bolt nestled in the flight groove.

She pulled her flashlight out from the side pocket of her pack and clicked it on, shining it partially up the hallway ahead. “Jesus…” Her boots crunched over broken glass. She adjusted the shoulder strap of her shotgun, her eyes fixed down the hall, following the moving beam of her light. “This place is a fucking wreck,” she whispered. In her distraction, her tone lacked the usual hostility or sarcasm.

“Somethin’ went down since we were last here,” I agreed. There was a lot more debris and furniture toppled over and strewn about. A lot of obstacles to a clean getaway if we had to make one. “Let’s just get this done and get the hell out.”

“What a unique idea…” she remarked over her shoulder. There it was. Damn sarcasm was back.

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes and movin’ past her so I was in the lead. I knew it would annoy her, but I secretly wanted to be the one in the line of fire if somethin’ was crooked. I headed for the stairwell, pullin’ my own flashlight out and shinin’ it inside before I tried the door. It looked clear. “Upper floors are more likely to have shit left. Let’s go.”

We moved in silence. I could feel her ghosting behind me the whole way, almost mimicking my movements. This was the first time the two of us had been alone on a run since… since I dun even know when. But despite it being so goddamn long, we weren’t out of step. Once we started movin’ it was like no damn time had passed. We fell right back into our old rhythm. I knew her and she knew me. We worked well together when she put aside her need to argue with everythin’ I said. It still felt like we each knew what the other was thinkin’. Not that I expected this run would magically make working together bearable again for good, or solve anything, but at least we could if we had to. I also now was realizin’ this whole thing was probably orchestrated by Rick. Did Denise really need the supplies? Sure. But did it have to be Y/N and I gettin’ ‘em? Alone? Fuck no. I dunno exactly what he was hopin’ for but I’m pretty sure he’ll be disappointed…

Moving steadily upwards, we had most of the supplies on the list, plus plenty of extra finds, but I was growing more and more uneasy as we went on. We hadn’t run into a single fucking walker yet, and to me that meant they were probably herded up in a massive hoard somewhere. It felt like a matter of time before we found them or they found us. I could sense Y/N’s tension risin’ again too. She was more fidgety, more careful about each step she took. I found myself frequently sweeping my eyes back behind us to make sure nothin’ was lurking just outta the flashlight beams. There were the usual signs of walkers nearby; smears of blood on the floor and walls, that fuckin’ smell ya could never get outta yer nose, even chunks of flesh from the rottin’ fuckers. But we still hadn’t seen one, and I was fuckin’ worried.

“Almost got everything,” Y/N whispered to me, shoving a couple more bottles into her pack. “We just need to find the CPAP machine,” she murmured, staring down at the list. “I don’t have a fucking clue what the hell that looks like.” She glanced over at me, one of her eyebrows quirked in a question and I realized she was waitin’ for some kinda response.

“What? Yer lookin’ at me? I ain’t got a goddamn clue what the hell that even is,” I said gruffly. Shit. I saw it. Just for a second, but one corner of her lips twitched up in a smile and I swear there was a spark in her eyes—like the ones I used to see in her all the time. My heart jumped and I tried my best to ignore it. She seemed to turn away, hidin’ her face right as I was puzzlin’ over it.

“Right… well, let’s try down the hall. There’s probably another supply closet at the other end,” she said, nudging her head toward the darkness ahead.

We made our way cautiously. I pushed into the lead again and was surprised when she didn’t argue. I tried every door handle but most of ‘em just led to empty or trashed patient rooms. I caught her frozen in the doorway of one that had a massive bloodstain on the floor and spatter partially up the walls. Her eyes were wide and vacant, and I wondered what she was reliving. “Hey,” I said, just over her shoulder. She seemed to pull out of it abruptly and she turned away, moving on like nothin’ had happened. I let her go ahead, mainly so I could keep an eye on her for a minute and make sure she still had her head in the game, but I didn’t need to worry. Not about that anyway. She’d always been tough. She wasn’t shaken by shit easily. I knew that. And yet I still had this drive to want to protect her, even though she didn’t need it from me. And she definitely didn’t want it from me.

“Here,” she said suddenly, slinging her gun back on her shoulder and more fully opening the door to a small supply closet. There was hardly enough room for her to stand inside, so I posted up just behind her and strained my eyes and ears for anythin’. “It’s all electronic stuff,” she whispered, entirely focused at the task at hand. Her hands floated from one device to the next, illuminated by her flashlight. She was looking for some label or model number or somethin’ to tell her what they were. She bent down and grabbed some scattered papers from among the boxes on the floor. Swearing under her breath she held one up to the flashlight. “Of course the cover and all the useful shit in the front is torn off,” she muttered. She was bending down to grab another handful when there was some sudden, deep noise on the floor above us.

My heart seemed to stall out for a moment and she straightened up and froze, her eyes lifted toward the ceiling, lips partially parted. The sound seemed to reverberate through the building. I could feel it beneath my feet. It resonated through the walls. After a moment, I was looking at her and she glanced over and met my eyes, her eyebrows a little furrowed with worry.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked in a harsh whisper. I only shook my head. She gulped and refocused, shakin’ it off, focusing back on the papers. She was flipping page after page, scanning them as fast as she could.

I started to hear some more noises above us and then eventually spilling toward the other end of the hall. My grip on my crossbow tightened. “We need to move,” I said, keeping my voice low.

She was still intensely focused on the manual in her hands. “Just gimme a minute…” she said vaguely.

I shifted, turning more toward the far end of the hallway, straining my hearing. There was more clattering above us. “We might not have another damn minute.”

“Just—hold on—”

Fuck. I stood frozen for a moment as a herd of walkers started to spill out from the stairwell at the other end of the hallway and start toward us. “We ain’t got a minute, Y/N!” I urged in a harsh whisper. She didn’t seem to hear me.

There were more walkers than I could count. They hadn’t spotted us yet but I had to move fast, so I did the only damn thing I could think of and pushed her forward into the closet, pressing in after her and shutting the door as quietly as I could. I instinctively clicked my flashlight off and hurried to grab hers and do the same, plunging the two of us into darkness in that small space.

“Daryl, what the hell?!” she snapped at me. She’d been so focused she was completely oblivious to the mass of dead wandering our way. The goddamn closet was so small I had no choice but to be pressed into her… My heart started to pound and I think it had more to do with her against me than the undead assholes outside. I was sure she’d be able to feel it and prayed she’d just think it was adrenaline or somethin’. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

I shoved my hand over her mouth, all my patience gone. Did she really think I’d shoved her in a closet for the hell of it? “For once in yer goddamn life just shut up!” I growled in a low voice. She seemed to tense against me but in the quiet the sounds of the walkers outside the door were now easily heard above our ragged breathin’ and they were growing louder every second. I still had one hand over her mouth and the other clenching my crossbow at my side. She shifted against me and pulled my hand away. I could hear and feel her breathin’ pick up pace. I planted my palm on the wall behind her, next to her head, very aware of the growin’ heat pooling between the two of us where we were pressed together. The air felt suffocatin’. I started to worry the walkers outside the door would be able to hear my breathin’ I was so nervous. I wanted to shift, move away from her like I’m sure she wanted… I wanted to change positions and get my bow up, but it was impossible.

She didn’t seem to know where to put her arms within the tight, dark space. I couldn’t blame her. I was leaned in against her, sorta over her even. I felt her hand accidentally brush my arm and my body jolted a little at the contact, like some reflex I didn’t know I had. My teeth ground together. After that she seemed to settle away from me, into the wall behind her.

We had to just stay there, fuckin’ frozen, hardly room to breathe while the hoard passed by. Every once and a while, a body would thump hard against the door and I’d feel her flinch. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck and beading up on my face, my hair sticking to it. We were so close I could feel her breath against my skin when she faced toward me. I felt the rhythm of her breathin’. And I couldn’t ignore the fact that in that tiny ass closet, the only thing I could smell was the faint scent of her shampoo. I tried hard not to notice, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t try to put some name to the smell. Lavender? Not quite. Maybe more like rose? I dunno. And despite the possible death lurking just outside, I found it hard to focus on anythin' other than the feeling of her against me.

It felt like it took hours for the hoard to pass, but it was probably only ten minutes. But after the sounds drifted away we were still left with a big fuckin’ problem. They had to go somewhere, and my best guess was that they were travelin’ down.

It was so dark in there I couldn’t even tell if my fuckin’ eyes were open or closed, and it seemed to be makin’ it hard to think… Or maybe the angle of her one hip pressed into me was—fuck. Get it together, man… I fumbled for and clicked on my flashlight, findin' the two of us both wincin' at the sudden glare, noses almost touchin'. She was lookin’ up at me, her lips softly parted, her expression only full of concern for once, that little worry line she always gets near her eyebrow.

We both stayed like for a second. I guess just struck by actually seein’ how close we were in the sudden light, until finally she tore her eyes away and turned her head.

I tried to clear my throat, worried my voice was gonna come out soundin' strained or somethin’. “Uhh… sounded like they were goin’—”

“—down. Yeah,” she finished.

My eyes traced the angle of her jawline as she kept her face turned away from me. I heard the paper manual crinkle in her hand and groped for the doorknob behind me. “Yeah,” I agreed quietly. “So, we got a problem about gettin’ out.” My hand finally landed on the doorknob and I turned it and slowly opened the door on the hall, checking both directions carefully but also feelin’ like if I didn’t put some damn space between the two of us again I was about to explode. It looked clear and I stepped out. Glancin’ back, she still seemed frozen, up against the wall, her face turned away toward her shoulder so I couldn’t really get a read on her. “Hey. What is it?” I prompted her.

“Hmm?” She seemed to snap back to herself. “N—nothing…” She went back to searching the manual in her hand, like nothin’ had fuckin’ happened. Just one goddamn time I’d like to know what the fuck is goin’ on inside her head… But I ain’t got no right to that. She’s made that pretty fuckin’ clear.

It wasn’t the right manual or the right machine. But she went through two more until she found it. “Got it,” she announced, waving the paper at me before shoving it into her already full duffel bag. She seized a small machine from the shelf and started trying to rearrange items to make it fit in her pack.

“I got room,” I said, still nervously checkin’ over my shoulder. I thought I could hear the hoard moving below us, maybe two floors down.

“It’s fine. I can make it fit,” she said, jostling more stuff in her bag.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the damn thing from her, slinging my crossbow strap over my shoulder. “Ya’d really rather split yer pack at the seams than take any fuckin’ help from me,” I murmured. I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t need one…

She stepped out of the closet and I caught her wiping her forearm across her forehead. It left a smear of dirt near her hairline. I had to pull myself back to the present. “So, how are we getting out of here?” she asked, adjusting her pack and the duffel bag strap on her shoulder.

I glanced at her, knowing she wasn’t gonna like my idea.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you’ve obviously got something. Just get on with it.”

“Fire escape,” I said.

I watched the muscle in her jaw twitch as he jaw clenched. “Fuckin’ great…”

“Unless ya got somethin’ else—”

“You know I don’t,” she snapped back at me. She wiped a hand across her forehead again, swiping away fresh drops of sweat. “It’s—” She cut herself off. “Let’s just go,” she sighed, defeated.

I looked at her for a second more, trying to gauge just how freaked out she was, but it didn’t seem to matter. We didn’t have any other options.

“Let’s go,” she snapped again. “Before I change my mind about being able to handle this.”

“It ain’t—”

She squeezed her eyes shut and I watched her body tense. “I swear to god, Dixon, if you say ‘It ain’t that bad’ or ‘It ain’t that high’ right now, I will lose my shit and attract every fucking walker in this goddamn building. I don’t even give a fuck.” Her jaw muscle twitched.

I couldn’t help letting out a sigh that was more of a growl than anything but then I turned and headed for the window a couple doors down that I’d noticed was busted out. Leaning through, I scanned the outside of the building for a fire escape. Nothing on that side.

“It’s probably around the other side. Let’s try the end of the hall,” she suggested. Her boots stayed rooted to the floor and I glanced at her again. She caught my eyes and must have read the concern on my face.

“I’m fine. You’re the last person I need worrying about me,” she growled.

Fuck. She could be infuriating… I found my hand clenching and unclenching a few times before I followed her back out of the room.

She was right. There was a fire escape down that side. I grabbed a piece of metal off the floor and straightened up. “Ya ready?” I asked one more time. “They might hear this glass break so we gotta fuckin’ move.” I thought her hands were a bit shaky.

“Just do it,” she said. And this time, I could hear the quiver in her voice.

I smashed the window and knocked out the glass before pullin' myself through. The metal grates rattled under my boots and she looked suddenly sick as she approached the window sill. I hesitated a second before reaching a hand out to help her through.

“I’m fine,” she said. She didn’t look fine, but she gripped the ledge and climbed out. “Oh, fuck. Fuck…” she muttered as her feet landed on the platform. She was keeping her eyes fixed straight out. Even just the metal grates at th prison used to freak her out, and that was one floor.

I wanted to comfort her but… I wasn’t dumb enough to think it’d help or that she wanted me to, so instead I just started down the stairs at a good pace. She followed stiffly behind me, gripping onto the railing with white knuckles and falling behind.

Every once and a while I’d glance back and she looked like she was about to be sick, but she was still following. We hit a snag as we reached the third-floor platform. A large part of it had rusted and fallen away, leaving a gaping hole we would have to edge around to reach the next set of stairs.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I heard her behind me and when I looked back her eyes were wide and round and she was clutching onto the railing like it was a lifeline.

“S’fine. I’ll cross first. Just keep over—”

“Oh, really, Daryl? I should keep over to the side? You mean I should stay away from the huge fucking hole in the goddamn floor?” It kept drawing her eyes and I’d see her rip them back up and away, reeling.

I knew that was mostly coming from the fact that she was fuckin’ terrified, but every harsh word from her still stung. “Fine. Clearly, yer good,” I spat back. “Ya don’t need me and ya don’t give a shit and yer fine. I fuckin’ got it.” So much for trying to calm her down. I edged past the hole in the metal grating and went down the next set of stairs. Finally, I just had to push down the ladder, climb down, and we’d be on solid ground again. But when I looked back up, she was still frozen where she had been, on the far side of the platform. I watched her for another minute, waiting to see if she’d move. I knew she wasn’t gonna ask for help, not from me, but she obviously needed it and tough shit, I’m the only damn person here. I rubbed a hand across the back of my neck, anxious to even try again, and climbed back up. I edged past the rusted-out hole and stopped next to her. “Just gimme yer hand.” She didn’t loosen her grip on the railing, and her eyes landed on my face. “S’fine. Just for two seconds, lemme fuckin’ help ya.”

Her chest was heaving with fearful breaths and I guess the idea of tryin’ to cross along that edge alone was worse than puttin’ her hand in mine. Part of me still thought she’d take the heights over me, but she didn’t… She pried her hand off the railing and placed it into mine. I—I can’t say my heart didn’t jump when my fingers closed around it. The motorcycle. The fuckin’ closet. Now this. We’d hardly been within six feet of each other for years and now all this in one day… I felt dizzy. It ain’t like Rick could have predicted these things would happen. He sure as shit couldn’t command a hoard to force us into each other in a tiny closet… but he must have been hopin’ for somethin’ by sendin’ us out here. Was it gonna work on her? I fuckin’ doubt it.

As we stepped along the edge of the edge of the platform, she held her breath. She always seemed like nothing in this fucked up world scared her anymore, nothing phased her. Half the time it almost seemed like she didn’t give a shit if she died. But this? Heights? This still scared her on some level she couldn't reason away.

But we made it across just fine. She was gripping onto me so tightly I thought she might have bruised the bones in my damn hand. And as we climbed down the next set of stairs, long past the danger, she was still holding onto me. But just as quickly as I realized it, she slipped her hand out and stiffened next to me again, fixing her eyes away toward the railing, which she grabbed onto again desperately.

We made it down the ladder, dropping onto the concrete and making a run back to my bike, slippin' from cover to cover, packs heavy and weighing us down. I was thinking how batshit crazy it was that we’d just done a hospital run and hadn’t had to kill a single walker AND managed to get all the damn supplies... when we rounded the last corner and a string of curses left her mouth.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. What the fuck?!” She knelt down next to my bike and as I looked, my stomach dropped.

“Son of a fuckin' bitch.” Both tires on my motorcycle were slashed. Ruined. Fuck.

We were stranded in the city without a runnin’ vehicle and somebody knew we were here.

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Mistake?

Tim had made a mistake, of course he didn’t realize it was a mistake until much later.  In fact he didn’t realize his mistake until it was staring him in the eyes.  Literally.  The memory of the mistake rushed into his mind, and if someone was wondering what that mistake was, it was sipping from a cup of water that Lex Luther had given him.  He was such an idiot!  Of course Lex would take advantage of his stupidity to make a clone, except strangely enough, his clone was female.  She was trapped in a glass cylinder, fidgeting and obviously anxious until she noticed him, and she was just staring at him and his team.  Above the glass cage she was trapped in was a sign that was labeled, Project M-a01r.  

He knew it was his clone, they had the same eyes, skin color, hair color, and facial structure as him along with a feature or two from someone else that was not Luther.  He was snapped out of his stupor by Conner tapping his shoulder.

“Red, are you okay?”

He asked hesitantly.  Tim startled at the touch but quickly nodded back and responded with a quiet and shocked unconvincing,

“Yea, fine.”

The girl in the tube hesitantly lifted her hand and pressed it against the glass as she leaned closer to it as well, but not close enough to fog up the glass with her breath.  Tim took a few hesitant steps forward and quickly analyzed her before placing his hand in front of hers.  The girl looked shocked before she gave him a bright blinding smile like no one had ever bothered to pay attention to her.  He looked over at the electronic pad next to the glass prison and quickly moved towards it to find as much information as he could.

Project M-a01r

Male gene: Tim Drake

Female gene: Bridgette Graham de Vanily

Tim looked further into the information that the device could give him only to be once again snapped out of his trance by one of his teammates, Cassie this time.

“Red Robin!”

She shouted, which meant that they had been trying to get attention for a bit then.  Oops.  She let out a frustrated sigh before crossing her arms and lifting a silent judgmental brow with her eyes shifting to the glass case still holding a now dejected girl.  His clone mixed with someone else’s DNA.  

“Right, sorry.”

He turned back to the device he quickly hacked into it and opened the glass casing much to the girl’s shock.  Hesitantly she stepped forward and quickly retreated when Con approached her.

“Hey, it’s okay.  I understand that this may be weird and shocking for you, but we’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”

Con slowly telegraphed his movements so that she could watch him lift his arm out as an invite to take it.  Hesitantly she extended her arm out as well and took Con’s hand taking slow small steps till she was standing next to him.  She was very small, smaller than Tim, he wondered if that was his fault or this so-called Bridgette’s fault that it happened.  He hoped that she wasn’t actually done growing though, because he didn’t want her to be exactly 5’ forever.

“Looks like you’re a dad now Red.”

Cassie said with an elbow to his side.  He glared at her and rubbed his side.

“No.”

Everyone turned to stare at him in shock.

“No?”

Con asked shocked, hurt, and slightly angry.

“What I mean is, that sounds and looks weird and wrong.  I’d rather be her brother.”

Everyone nodded at that.  He was only 17, it would indeed be weird if he was a “dad”.  An older brother sounded much more reasonable, especially because the girl looked to be about 14.

“We should also find out who this Bridgette is so that we can inform her of the situation.”

Marinette tilted her head and her nose scrunched in confusion.

“Are we not going to the lab?”

The girl spoke for the first time, confusion heavily lacing her voice that held an unexpected french accent.  Conner looked at her with sympathy in his eyes as he pulled her closer to his chest.

“No, we’re going to get you out of here.”

He promised with a firm voice.  She looked at him with awe in her eyes.  Tim really hated Cadmus, there was always something shady happening here.  He felt bad for Guardian, he was trying so hard to clean this place up, but as long as Lex Luthor was the CEO, it would never be clean.  They quickly got out of the underground bunker and left towards Mt. Justice.

“Hey, do you have a name?”

Conner asked her quietly as she shrunk into his side farther as true sunlight for her very first time.  She slowly shook her head and was grateful when Red Robin took off his cape and placed it on her, flipping the hood over her to shade her eyes.

“Would you like to pick one?  Or do you want one of us to?”

“I wouldn’t mind if one of you came up with one.”

She mumbled shyly fidgeting with her fingers.  Everyone looked at Tim with a raised brow silently saying, you better not mess it up.  Tim gulped and thought over names in his mind trying to come up with one that wasn’t bad or stupid.

“Umm, how about Marinette?”

He said, well more like questioned, nervously.  The others thought it over and nodded.

“That name sounds crash!”

Bart said as he ran up to the girl.

“What do you think?”

“I think it’s a nice name.”

She said with a small smile.

“Good job Boy Wonder.  You actually found a good name.”

Cassie said with a small smirk.  Tim rolled his eyes under the mask.

“Have a little faith, I’m not that bad.”

“You absolutely are that bad.”

She said wryly, the smirk on her face never leaving.  Tim sighed as they arrived at their vehicles.  He side eyed Con as he helped Marinette into the sidecar of the motorcycle Sphere turned into.  There was something going on there, and as her new big brother, he was obligated to be suspicious of this.

~~~~~~~~~~ Marinette and Tim stood in front of the gates to the Graham de Vanily mansion.  They had found Bridgette who was currently living with her husband, Felix Graham de Vanily, in London.  They had contacted her before, but today was the day they were going to meet her.  Marinette fidgeted with the sleeves of her shirt looking down at her feet.  Tim gently took her hand into his and gave it a small squeeze.

“It’s going to be okay, Bean.  I’m sure she’ll love you.”

Marinette let out a long breath and nodded looking straight forward with a spark of confidence in her eyes that she always got when she felt like she had to get something done when under pressure.  She felt Tim's hand slip into hers and squeezed it before she rang the bell.  She gasped and stepped back in surprise when the gates immediately opened up for them.  Tim smiled and had to stifle a laugh as he pulled her towards the large estate in front of them.  A short girl with black hair dressed in a black and red sundress ran towards them at top speed.

“Bridgette!  Slow down or you’ll scare her off!”

A blonde man, who must have been Felix, called from the doors.  Bridgette stopped right in front of the two and quickly took both of Marinette’s hands into hers.

“You must be Marinette!  It’s so amazing to meet you!  We’re going to be the best sisters ever!  I’ll take you shopping, and we can go out to festivals, and have sleepovers, and I can teach you how to bake!”

Bridgette’s voice got higher with every suggestion as she also began to bounce on her toes.  Marinette stared at the woman in shock and held as still as she could as Bridgette bounced up and down.  Her head soon snapped to Tim, and he had to will himself to not take a step back.

“So you're her other donor?  Tim Drake-Wayne?”

“Yes, it was quite a shock to learn that this happened.”

He said as he stuck out a hand for her to shake.  Instead she launched herself and wrapped him into a hug with one arm while she hugged Marinette with her other.

“No handshakes!  We might as well be siblings now!”

“R-right.”

Tim stuttered, slightly flustered.  Marinette giggled at him as she leaned into the warm comfort she got from the hug.  The next thing either of them knew was that they were both being pulled towards the mansion and being brought through the main hall to a modest sitting room.

“Alright!”

Bridgette announced loudly as her husband jokingly rolled his eyes as he sat down next to her with much more grace than his wife.

“I call dibs on spending time with her in the Summer!  I also get visitation rights whenever I am able to come to Gotham.  You can also come visit during Summer, but I get the majority of her time.  Deal?”

Tim thought it over for a bit before nodding and sticking out his hand.

“Deal.”

Bridgette smiled brightly with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Perfect, now that we have that settled, we’re going shopping!”

She announced with finality, punctuating it by standing up and taking Marinette’s wrist and dragging her out the door.  Tim and Felix stared at the door then looked at each other.  Felix was smirking and shaking his head amusedly while Tim bit his lip to hold back his amusement at the panic and confusion that covered Marinette’s face.

“Would you like to grab some tea?”

Felix asked politely.  Tim gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Tea sounds wonderful.”

~~~~~~~~~~ Tim no longer thinks that it was a mistake to have fallen for Luthor's trick.  He loved his new sister.  Turns out that his coffee addiction is genetic as she too has the same need for it after her first time trying it.  Bridgette was pissed when she found out as she does not like coffee in the slightest.  Felix thought it was funny and sometimes gave her some of his when she visited.  Another amazing thing was that it turns out she had trace amounts of magic in her blood as Bridgette had told them about her time using the miraculous of luck and creation for many years.  She was a very fast learner and was able to analyze then perform moves almost immediately after watching them.  The only thing that they both wished she was better at was lying.  She was really bad at it, but that never stopped them from wreaking havoc.  Another thing that he didn’t agree with was how she and Jason got along like a house on fire.  So when the three of them were teamed up for prank wars, everyone knew that the world had a high possibility of ending.  The final thing that concerned him was her and Conner.

He had overheard many of the conversations that the two had over the phone.  And when she went to Mt. Justice, she was always dressed a little more stylish than when she left the house any other time.  If his suspicions were correct, then Con would have to go through the entire batfam giving him the shovel talk.  Even from Damian.  As soon as he learned that she had an interest in art but didn’t know what she should do, he had practically kidnapped her and helped her learn different techniques and his entire art room.  It was rather cute really, especially since they met up every Thursday from 4 to basically the end of the day.  Dick and her had bonded over her interests in arial arts, watching them perform on the trapeze was amazing.  Anyone that watched them would immediately know that both of them were born to be in the air.  

Marinette liked to stay by Tim as much as possible though.  Because while she had this amazing confidence, she could immediately become shy and small in a second.  Marinette often had nightmares of being in the “lab”.  She never really talked about it, but he could tell that whatever had happened there was absolutely terrible.  When her nightmares got really bad she would always go to Tim’s room and often he would be sitting in his bed working on a case on his laptop.  She would curl up in his lap and while he continued to work he would run his fingers gently through her hair and quietly mumble the case facts to help her fall back asleep.  Sometimes when it was really bad she would take his cases away and snuggle with him until they both fell asleep together.  And when he was on patrol she would wait in the cave with Alfred and help monitor or work the comms.

One of the most precious moments of her in the cave was when Bruce was benched because of a broken leg, but still wanted to work on the cases from the Batcomputer.  When everyone had returned from patrol it was to a sleeping Marinette leaned against a still awake Bruce with a small, soft, content smile on his face.  

The Summers without her seemed long and almost unbearable.  It was weird not having her and her bubbly personality missing from the manor, so he and the others found themselves visiting London more often than not.  They even began to look to build a new Wayne Enterprises there, and if the Graham de Vanily’s were helping to fund a large portion of it, well it was strictly for business purposes.

All in all, Superman lied.  Having a clone of himself and a bit of someone else was great.  Marinette was an amazing person.  And a just as amazing hero.  

The only thing that was the downfall of it is that now she is dating Conner, and he has to watch the two flirt all of the gosh darn time!  The worst part is when they did it on purpose specifically to annoy him.  He loved the two, he did.  Conner was his best friend and Marinette was his sister, but sometimes he wanted to slap them if it wouldn’t lead to his demise.  

Tim took a sip of his coffee as the whole family gathered in the movie room together watching a stupid B list movie together and talking over each other to comment on how terrible it was and why.  He let out a small content sigh and let his eyes drift shut with the feeling of content and love surrounding him.  He wouldn’t trade Marinette for anything, she was honestly the glue that was keeping them together and that has helped them heal.  Screw Superman, clones are awesome.

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[mywritingonlyfans]

One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

——————-

Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

———–-------

You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

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[amor-immortalem]

Everything Undesired chapter 7

Chapter 6

A/N: this is a more fluffy chapter but there could be angst if you squint hard enough. Also if you didn’t know, a while back I made a post about me headcanoning Asmo as Nonbinary using he/they pronouns with the ability to shapeshift into whatever form he/they felt most comfortable in for the day. I’m going to start leaning harder into it from now on. And if your just somehow seeing this fic for the first time, Mammon and Arella are referring to Cyrus as their son just to try to get Mammon to disassociate Cyrus from what the witches did to him and thankfully it seems to be working for them.

After Mammon had gotten Cyrus dressed- with little difficulty aside from some indignant squawking on the baby’s part- he just plopped down on the bed letting the boy lay on his chest. Arella joined them from the bathroom shortly. She tossed the towel in the hamper as she shrugged her jacket on as she looked at them.

“Here, give me the baby while you go and change out of your school uniform.” She says as she holds her arms out for Cyrus.

“Nah, I don’t mind going out like this.” He shrugged as he continued to lay there.

She stared at the demon before it dawned on her. “You don’t actually want to put our son down or give him up, do you, dear?”

“Pft whaaat? No. You’re imaginin’ things,” the Avatar of Greed turns his head away, blushing as he heard Arella giggling. “Hey, quit laughin’ at me.”

“I’m sorry,” she smiles as she calms down. “I wasn’t laughing at you, dear. I just never thought you would bond with him so quickly...”

He turned his head back toward her. “Ya think I have? He just seems so comfortable with me, so I didn’t want to move him.”

“Seems like it,” She sat down beside her mate. “He does seem comfortable, but he’ll be fine, I promise. So go change, m’kay?” She leans down to press a kiss to the demon’s forehead before taking their son from his spot on Mammon’s chest.

“When were you going to tell me he only takes an ounce at feedings?”

“Well, I was hoping that it was something that would go away the more he got used to taking a bottle... Satan suggested the idea of induced lactation and I’ve been looking into it. Your brother said he took about two ounces that first night when he was having breast milk... I’ve been working on it ever since he came home. He hasn’t put on any weight since he got here so I’m worried.”

“Ya still could have told me. I was really worried when I saw he only to an ounce when I fed him just now. Like no wonder he’s always cryin’, he’s constantly hungry...”

“I know, but you were already having trouble with Cyrus and your brothers and I just didn’t want to add to that.”

His eyes widened at that and now he felt guilty again. “Thanks, y’all have been really considerate on me bein’ so ridiculous.” He sat up. “And... thanks for trying to do this for him. I don’t know how long it’ll take until your milk comes in but I hope for his sake, it’s soon.”

She nodded. “I don’t think it will take much longer since I’m constantly caring for him. There are multiple times he’s latched on to me after deciding he’s done with the bottle when I’ve been half asleep at late night feedings. It might be tricking my brain into thinking that I actually gave birth to him and I need to start producing milk. Plus, part of the reason I want to go shopping is because my breasts have starting swelling and I need to get bigger bras so I can stop borrowing the ones Asmo uses when he takes a more feminine form. I know he’s been experiencing varying degrees of dysphoria because he can’t change his form on those days due to not having any bras to use.”

Mammon only hummed in response.

As if on cue, Cyrus started whining and pushing his face into her chest trying to find her nipple and latch on to it, signaling he was hungry once more.

“I’m gonna go change my clothes. Go ahead and try him. I’ll be back shortly.” He pressed a kiss to the human’s cheek as he got up and left.

“Okay... Here we go.” Naturally, she was a little nervous as this was something she hadn’t done before. Obviously, she knows it’s natural -first time jitters- but she’s more worried about whether or not she’s able to give milk yet.

She pulls her shirt up enough to slip her arms out of the sleeves and the bra straps and guided him to latch on to her. Cyrus started suckling quickly before slowing down once he managed to draw milk from her. Arella had to suppress a gasp at the sensation before feeling joy at the thought of being able to make sure Cyrus would be properly fed and no longer be hungry every half-hour.

As he fed, Arella started to run her hands through his soft, fluffy white hair. Once the baby was finished on one side, she grabbed a rag and laid him against her shoulder to burp him. He only needed a couple of pats on the back before burping enough to where his wanted to go back for the other side. She would only readjust him in her arms to let him continue as Mammon rejoined him.

“Did it work?” He looked hopeful, smiling as Arella nodded happily.

“Now I feel like I can really consider myself his mother.” her voice was filled with relief at the thought.

“What? You've always been his mother even if ya didn’t carry him yourself.” the demon rejoins his mate on the bed, nuzzling into her neck. “Yer such a fantastic mother. Makes me wish we could have kids of our own but...” He looked down at Cyrus for a moment, “there’s so much risk to you when it comes to your bearing children to a demon as powerful as I am... It makes me think that the risk would be greater than the gain.”

“Why’s that?” Arella turned to look at Mammon, catching the uncertain look in his eyes.

“The baby will parasitize your soul throughout the pregnancy and there’s no way to stop it from happenin’ . You’d have only a ten percent chance of survivin’, less if you’re carryin’ twins or triplets- and with your connection to Lilith, someone who was once an angel, the chances could be far less than one percent. You can survive if your soul is strong enough but that’s a risk I’m not so sure I want to take with you... if it's something that does happen, it’s a choice I’ll leave to you whether or not you choose to keep them since it’s your body and I won’t tell you what to do with it.”

She nodded at that as she leaned her head against his. It only took Cyrus a few minutes to finish feeding before he decided he was done. Arella only repeated the process of burping him.

“We should go now. There’s a stroller in my closet if you would grab it out for me, please.”

Mammon only nodded as he got the stroller out while Arella grabbed the diaper bag before laying their son in it. As they left the room, Asmodeus perked up from his spot at the counter, whatever he had been making forgotten the moment he saw his brother and Arella.

“You’re going out somewhere? I can watch the baby while you two have a date night?” His eagerness to look after his nephew was charming.

“Nah, that’s alright Asmo, we’re just gonna take him with us.”

“Oooh can I come with you then? I only just got back from the second layer so I haven’t really got a chance to see him.”

“That’s fine,” Arella smiled. “It’ll only be for a little bit since we don’t want to overwhelm him.”

“That’s fine. Let me grab my bag. I’ll be right back.” The Avatar of Lust rushed off to get the aforementioned bag.

“I think we should be careful with them. Asmo might just try to steal our son,” Mammon chuckled.

“Maybe,” Arella hummed as Asmo returned to them, ready to go as the three of them headed out.

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Pretty | SakuAtsu | Haikyuu!! | Tickle Fic

A/N: Ok hi so I wrote this a little while ago bc my SakuAtsu brainrot never stops and I figured I might as well share it. This is my first time posting a T-fic so please be kind lol. Also, sorry if the formatting is a mess I am on my phone.

Disclaimer: This takes place post timeskip so minor spoilers for Haikyuu! It’s nothing to major other than some vague things mentioned in passing. Also includes swearing and centers around tickling within a romantic setting (all sfw).

Summary: Sakusa’s stubborn as hell, but Atsumu is more than willing to get his boyfriend to go to sleep by whatever means necessary. Especially if that means he gets to see that pretty smile of his.

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“Ya know, yer hair is really soft Omi,” Atsumu said, breaking the calm silence that had settled over the room. It was actually Kiyoomi’s room in his apartment this time. Atsumu was lying on his bed, running his hands through Kiyoomi’s dark curls as the other man laid across the bed, head placed conveniently in the setter’s lap as he attempted to read a book. He was far too tired to do so, in Atsumu’s professional opinion. The way his eyes kept falling shut for longer between blinks and how his grip on the hardcover kept shifting until he was barely holding it open where it lay against his propped up legs supported it too.

“You already- said that,” he replied, trying for flat and uninterested but the cute yawn that interrupted his sentence completely contradicted his unbothered persona.

It’d been a long practice for everyone, but especially the spikers. Both Bokuto and Sakusa had to run an insane amount of cut shot drills on top of their usual work. Just watching it had made Atsumu tired, so he could only imagine how Omi was feeling. The man had been practically dead on his feet when they’d gotten back to their complex, so the way he had melted into their bed upon finally brushing his teeth was unsurprising. His attempts at staying up were though. Atsumu blamed that on his insistence on keeping his routine no matter what.

The stubborn bastard could barely keep his eyes open, but sure, making it through a whole chapter of that thick ass book was totally plausible.

“It’s true though,” Atsumu was quiet for a moment and then, when he got no response he added on, “and it’s so pretty too,” For that he received a half hearted glare that was dampened by the way he could feel the man leaning into his touch as his fingertips scratched lightly again his scalp. The twin smiled, his boyfriend really lost his filter when he was this tired.

Gone were the biting remarks and cold expressions, leaving him far more pliant than he would ever admit to. Hell, here he was, letting Atsumu play with his hair and letting out little sighs of contentment. His eyes were even gradually falling closed as he relaxed into his boyfriend’s touch.

The harsh lines of his face were softened by the low light in the bed room, and with his brows uncreased by any worries and his hair pooled around his head like a dark halo, he looked almost angelic. Like something out of one of those fancy paintings.

“Yer so pretty Omi,” Atsumu murmured absently, the words falling from his lips easily. It was a statement to him. A simple truth of life.

The sky was blue, volleyball was the best, and Atsumu’s boyfriend was a damn masterpiece.

This was only proved further when his cheeks began to warm, the pink flush only complimenting smooth skin and pouty lips, twitching down into a petulant frown despite his flustered state.

“Shut it,” he mumbled in reply, unable to come up with a proper comeback in his half asleep state. Atsumu smirked. Another thing he loved about sleepy Omi was his inability to disguise any of his reactions. It always made messing him even more fun.

“Omiiii, Yer so cute m’gonna dieeeeee,” he teased, leaning down to admire his expression more closely. The new angle let him see the minuscule twitch of the corner of his lips, a sign that his adorable boyfriend wasn’t really as grumpy as he was trying to appear, “Aw is that a smile I see?” Said boyfriend had abandoned all hopes of reading his book in favor of moving off of Atsumu’s lap and onto his side of the bed, laying back and closing his eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Atsumu,” he stated, his voice still managing to stay level and unaffected, a true testament to Sakusa’s insane amount of self control, “Now its late, let’s go to sleep,” Too bad Atsumu was too much of an asshole to let him be. And, he knew him well enough to chip away at that carefully crafted mask until his boyfriend was puddy in his hands.

Miya pouted and moved closer, letting his right hand come back up to rest in his curls again and the other land at his back, rubbing slow circles into it the way he knew Sakusa liked.

“Oh c’mon baby don’t be like that, I just want ta see that gorgeous smile of yers,” he let his chin rest on Kiyoomi’s shoulder, pressing close to his back as his arm trailed down to wrap around his waist. He placed a light kiss against his boyfriend’s temple. The first in a trail that led down his cheek to his jaw and then took a detour down and up his neck to reach his ear again, earning soft sighs and hums as he went. Atsumu smiled, his Omi really was sweet like this: All peaceful and relaxed and unassuming, “Do me a favor and lemme see it?”

He shifted from kissing at his neck to mouthing lightly and letting his lips graze the expanse of soft pale skin at his disposal and the reaction was immediate, even if Sakusa tried to hide it. Sure, he stayed quiet, but Atsumu could feel the shivers that ran through him when he started and how his shoulders began to shake the longer he went on. He felt him jump when he let the fingers at his waist trace lazy shape into his toned stomach.

“Atsumu-“ His name was rushed out in a breathy way that only Atsumu got to hear.

“Yes Omi?” He purred, directly into his boyfriends ear, savoring the little squeak that came from the man shaking in his arms.

“N-no,” he whined, actually whined, shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the tingly sensations that were quickly perforating his sleep addled mind and making him want to give into the bouncy feeling rising in his chest.

“Why not Omi? M’just tryin ta kiss ya?” He followed his movements easily, continuing the playful torment of his boyfriend.

“You- you know exActly whehy not!” The squeak was louder this time and Kiyoomi even let a few titters loose as Atsumu started using his other hand to lightly scribble at the other side of his neck while simultaneously blowing into his ear.

“Ooh was that a giggle there Omi? What’s happenin’ baby? Somethin’ funny?” Atsumu knew that if he could, Sakusa would be griping about the teasing and how this whole thing was immature and unfair. For now though, he was too busy trying (and failing) not to devolve into a ticklish mess, so Miya was content.

“Nahaha stahahap yohuhu bahahastard!” He forced out through his giggles. The sound was light and filled with gasping breathes and squeals. Kiyoomi hated it, but it was one of Atsumu’s favorite sounds. Especially when he knew he was the cause of it.

Whether it came from unraveling him like this or timing a sarcastic joke just right, he savored it each time he got to hear it, so he didn’t appreciate it when both ungloved hands flew up to muffle it.

“Hey what’dya do that for?” He asked, his own pout forming on his lips as he leaned up to see his boyfriend’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut again and the flush was even brighter now. What was really captivating though, was the way his whole face seemed to brighten, even with his open mouth smile covered up.

Atsumu couldn’t help but stop and stare for a few seconds before remembering the task at hand. To see that pretty smile for real.

“C’mon Omi, just pull yer hands away or m’gonna haveta resort to extreme measures,” Atsumu increased his effort at leaving barely there kisses along Kiyoomi’s neck, feeling his heart race against his lips when he reached the pulse point. This got a cacophony of muffled squeaks and giggles before he finally gave into instinct and moved one of his hands away to push at his face.

As soon as it came up, Atsumu saw his chance and took it.

The hand that was drawing shivery patterns over sharp hip bones immediately skittered up Sakusa’s side to find its mark just above his ribs, sending the arm crashing right back down with a muffled shriek.

“Pffft phmp uff,” Came the dampened response as the other hand stayed stubborn in its quest to deprive Atsumu of his happiness. He decided to take it up another notch, because despite his tiredness, his Omi-Omi was still able to put up a good fight. He wouldn’t have him any other way: As headstrong as he was talented.

“Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Atsumu leaned back just enough to leave some space between himself and Kiyoomi’s back. For insurance and safety purposes, he threw a leg over his waist to make sure he would fall off the bed.

Then all bets were off.

He started actually scratching at his armpits in tandem with leaving sloppy kisses along his spine and shoulder blades and any other part of his back he could reach at the moment, and the reaction was instantaneous and oh so satisfying.

“Mmmmphhhuhuhuck AtsuhuHU! NaHAHA STAHAP!”

“What babe? Somethin’ wrong?” He made sure to speak against the skin of his back, his words sending ticklish tremors through Kiyoomi as his worst spot was attacked.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE AHATSUHU!” Something seemed to switch off in his brain as his arms finally fell limp at his sides and he threw his head back against the pillows, laughing fully now. When they did, Atsumu immediately toned it down, abandoning his underarm in favor of leaving feather light scratches down the sides of his boyfriend’s back, making him shiver and keeping him caught up in his giggles without torturing him too bad.

Omi could never say that he was anything but nice about this....Well at least at this particular moment. Sakusa definitely kept a dated list of the times that his boyfriend had ruthlessly abused this specific weakness, but that was besides the point.

“Ahatsuhuhu,” Atsumu looked up at the sound of his name falling from upturned lips and found himself mesmerized by the sight.

Now that Kiyoomi had given up on stopping him he’d shifted to flop down on his stomach, bracing his head on his arms as he tried to contain the shaky laughter still spilling easily from his mouth. His hair was tousled from the struggle and his eyes were teary from laughing so hard and he was in an eternal state of flushed and fuck he was beautiful.

Too pretty for his own good. And Atsumu’s. At this rate, he was gonna die before he got to the Olympics.

He could just see it now: Miya Atsumu, beloved son, brother, boyfriend, and teammate. Cause of death: Seeing his godlike boyfriend laugh his heart out.

Shit, ‘Samu was right, he was whipped.

“Tsuhuhuhumuuu, m’tired,” Whiny giggles followed by a familiar yawn brought him out of his thoughts and he let his fingers slow to a stop, moving up in the bed to be beside his still giggling boyfriend. He turned him over onto his back before placing his book onto the nights stand and turning out the light.

“A-asshole,” Sakusa groaned, through breathy pants, giving him a half-hearted shove as he turned to face the blonde.

“But ya love me,” he teased moving in closer to lay his head on the dark haired man’s chest, listening patiently as his heartbeat finally started to slow down.

“You suck,” he murmured in response, his tone empty of any real malice. Plus, the way he was snuggling closer and lacing their hands together across Atsumu’s waist contradicted his words anyway.

Atsumu smiled and took a final look at his boyfriend before closing his eyes to follow him into sleep. And as a man of a limited vocabulary when it came to most things other than volleyball, his last thoughts prior to drifting off were as simple as they were true: Omi’s so pretty.

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