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jawritter · 1 year

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Dean’s Birthday Surprise

Summary: Y/N get’s Dean a kinky surprise for his 44th Birthday!

Warnings: 18 + Only!! HERE THERE BE SMUT!!!! NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ THIS FIC!!! Crotchless panties, girl on top, fingering, language, nudity. P & V smut.

Written For: @spnkinkevents

Prompt: Crotchless Panties

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

A/N: A little something I through together for our best boy’s birthday! This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!

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Dean’s POV:

Dean felt old, and he hated every minute of it.

Honestly, he never expected to live to see 44 years of age. He figured he was gonna die bloody as a young man. When he was 43 he came damn close to it.

Still, here he stands. Alive, well, and more than a little depressed.

He couldn't understand it really, how he got old. One minute he was a young man, hunting, and had the ladies eating out of the palm of his hand. Next, he was being told her had "dad bod", whatever the fuck that was.

Logically, Dean knew he wasn't old, he just didn't expect to live this long. He didn't know what to do with his life from here. Sure, he had Y\N, but how long could he expect that to last really? She was young, beautiful, smart, hell, he was surprised every day he woke up and she was still laying with her head on his chest. Fuck if he'd ever understand why she loved him, but she said she did.

"Happy birthday handsome," her voice sounded from behind him as her arms wrapped around his middle, and her head rested on his back. Good he didn't deserve her. She was far too perfect for him. Still, he was selfish, and he loved her, so he did everything he could to make her stay.

"Thanks," he managed to croak out after clearing his throat. He stopped the sponge in his hand into the soap filled bucket at his feet so that he could rest his hand on top of hers.

"You gonna take her for a spin now that you got her all clean?" She questioned, sliding herself around to stand in front of him moving her hands to rest on his shoulders.

Dean hummed before pressing his lips to her own in a brief kiss. To brief for his liking, normally he was much more thorough. He was just so trapped in his head. Maybe a drive would do him some good. Being alone in Baby always helped clear his head.

"Yeah, I think I will…"

"Good," she quipped quickly. "Cause when you get home I got a surprise for my favorite birthday boy."

"Aw baby," Dean said with an exhausted sigh. " I told you that you didn't have to make a fuss over me."

"No argument Mr.! "She fussed, shoving his shoulders playfully and earning a genuine smirk from him. "Now, you go take a ride, clear your head so you can get out of whatever headspace you're trapped in there, and we're gonna have some time alone with the bunker all to ourselves."

Dean sighed heavily before leaning forward to peck her lips again.

"Where's Sammy gonna be?" Dean questioned, turning to stare at his girl, who was leaning against her bright red, classic Mustang. Admiring him like he was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. God he really, really didn't deserve her.

"He and Eileen have a date tonight, and he said he's already planning to stay there at her house," Y/N answered. "Now GO! I got to get ready for your present."

"Fine, fine," Dean waved her off and opened the car door, shaking his head in disbelief at this woman and how she could possibly love him.

Y/N POV:

Three hours later, Y/N found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup with nothing on but a short, black silk robe, and a pair of lace, crotchless panties.

Normally, Dean wasn't much for theatrics. 'They're just gonna end up on the floor anyway', he says, but Y/N knew that he enjoyed these kinda things more than he wanted to admit. He just didn't want her to feel like she HAD to do this kinda thing for him. Like he didn't deserve the extra attention. Y/N disagree, honestly she wished he'd let her do more. She would just have to settle for birthdays and special occasions, today just happened to be Dean's birthday.

Besides, when he saw her in this, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t gonna have enough blood left in his brain to argue about it with her anyway.

She quickly brushed her hand through her hair to give herself some volume, and smiled victorious at the image of the woman she’d created staring back at her. She was quite proud of this look if she did say so herself.

As if on cue, Y/N heard the distinct sound of the bunker garage door closing, and she knew she had just a few minutes before Dean came wandering into their shared room. He was very much a creature of habit, or else this surprise would have been a lot harder to pull off.

Still, knowing Dean the way she did, she hurried to position herself on the bed, first trying laying in her side, but that didn’t really work for, then she tried laying her back, but that really didn’t do it, so she tried a fail safe, something she knew Dean enjoyed, even if he didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed it, and that was her on her knees, in the middle of the bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved so much.

She had no more loosened the ties on her kaminio, revealing the perfect swells of her supple breast, than the bedroom door cracked open, and Dean stepped in, still looking at his phone.

“Hey baby, I’m hungry, I’m think about ordering a piz—”

Dean’s words died somewhere in his throat when he looked up to find Y/N kneeling in the center of the bed, legs spread just enough to not reveal too much, but enough to be inviting, and nothing but a thin, black slick gathering of fabric covering his prize. His phone slipped from his fingers, and landed on the floor along with his jaw, and she couldn’t help but smirk in victory.

“Happy birthday De,” she voiced as he started to robotically kick off his shoes, as well as shed his jacket, attempting to shed all of the layers he had on as fast as he possibly could. “Why don’t you come on over here and open up your present?”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, as he ripped his shirt off his head, leaving a cute, hedgehog hairstyle behind. He was already working his belt and jeans loose before he started to move towards the bed, hungry green eyes taking in all that they could devour.

“Goddamit baby girl, you’re gonna give a man a heart attack,” Dean mumbled as he climbed onto the bed knees first. His hands already reached for her hips to pull her as flush to him as she could before their lips collided with one another in a deep, need filled kiss.

“So I take it that you like it then,” she questioned as she pulled away from him, leaving him chasing her kiss with the most adorable disgruntled face. Almost as if he was confused and offended at her for taking her lips away from his too soon.

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said, his thick, capable fingers already pulling the thin black tigh loose, causing her covering to fall apart, and reveal his real resent underneath.

“Are those crotchless,” his graveled voice trimmed down from his perfect, pink, kiss swollen lips in almost a whisper.

Y/N shrugged, smirking. “Well Dean, you said that these kinda things are pointless because they always ended up on the floor anyway, so I decided I’d save you the trouble and just get a pair of easy access ones that can stay on.”

As she spoke, Dean’s mouth attacked her throat, laying the pair of them back onto the bed behind her carefully. His cock already hard and straining against his black boxers, begging to be released, so she obliged, and slid them down his hips so that he could kick them off, leaving himself bare before her.

“How did I get so damn lucky?” Dean questioned just as his perfect mouth sealed over her already erect nipple from the cool temperature of the room contrasting with the fire that Dean was already stoking inside of her. His fingers slipped between her folds, teasing her already sensitive clit as he worked her over, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate. “So fucking beautiful Y/N.”

“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one De,” she managed to say between desperate pants as Dean moved over to the other breast, determined to not leave anyone out, and slipped his thick fingers into her slick heat with ease, curing them in all the right places as he slowly pumped them in and out of her dripping cunt, causing the cord in her stomach to wind tighter and tighter until she was cumming undone underneath him, screaming his name like a prayer.

“So fucking beautiful Y/N/N,” he repeated as he kissed his way back up to her face, leaving as many little wet, opened mouthed kisses as he could muster as he did while she slowly decended from the high he’d driven her too.

“Your turn handsome, it is your birthday after all,” she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, his wide palm resting softly against her shoulder to hold her back down as he pumped his pink, fully erect, leaking cock in his hand.

“No, no princess, it’s my present, and I”ll play with it however I want too, and baby I wanna watch,” he growled as he carefully slid his swollen length through her slick, gathering as much of her juices as he could before sliding into welcoming center, moaning audibly as he watched her body close in around him, covered in black lace.

He pumped slowly there, watching his body disappear into her own, mesmerized by sight that lay underneath him, and she shivered as each slow drag of his manhood through her quivering cunt drover her too damn near insanity, stretching her and filling her, but never quite giving her what she needed.

Without warning, Dean flipped the pair of them over, settling her on top of him so that he could watch her more easily, totally and completely captivated, like a man starved, or a blind man seeing for the first time. She would never understand why he always looked at her like that. Not when she felt like the lucky one.

Dean was a man of few words, but he didn’t have to say anything as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his dick, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll momentarily as his hips rose and feel to meet her pace until neither of them could take it anymore and she began to ride him in earnest. Leaving the room filled with sounds of heavy breath and skin against skin.

Dean’s thick fingers sank deep into her thighs as he rolled his hips up to meet her, he was so close, she could see it in the way he strained to hold on as long as he could, drag it out as long as possible, until his body was shaking underneath her own, and his dick twitched heavily as he came deep inside of her, triggering her own release as well.

“Sammy’s gone all night you said?” Dean panted as helped her off of his softening cock to lay down on his heaving chest,

“Yep, all night,” she chuckled.

“Good,” he replied, “cause in fifteen minutes we’re going again.”

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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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Special Gifts.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari/Ronal x fem! Daughter! Reader

༉‧₊˚. Request From [🫧 anon]. Hi! I’ve never actually requested before, but could I ask for some really fluffy Ronal/Tonowari x child reader? Like a little kid if that’s possible like you can ignore this I’m not expecting anything and now I’m rambling woo + I’m hoping for some fluff where maybe reader made jewelry for Ronal and Tonowari (I feel like everyone I know made dodgy bead bracelets as a kid) out of shells they found in the beach? Like I can see Tonowari just like “yes, my child is so smart omg” like so happy his kid made him a necklace or bracelet or something showing it off to the clan. Ronal gets a headpiece and immediately puts it on like she’s going about her Tsahik duties being terrifying but also she’s wearing a headpiece her child made for her which is adorable but if anyone else but reader comments on it they’re going to die.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. You wanted to show your parents how much you love them, what’s a better way than to make them gifts that they could wear forever.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Threats [not towards you].

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,3k.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader, Tsahik — healer of the clan, Marui — homes of Na'vi clans like the Metkayina or the Ta'unui, Sa’nu — Mommy, Sempu — daddy, Itetsyip — little daughter, Yawntutsyip — darling, little loved one, Irayo — thank you, Akula — shark.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you 🫧 for this cute request, I really hope you liked it. I decided to add Rotxo in this, hope you don’t mind. | This might be bad, I'm sorry. | I'll be working on your other requests which I love btw, the tall req, I'm already thinking of a part 2 for it, I can't wait for you to see what I've planned. | Also pls send your pronouns so I know for future reference. ☺️

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

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➱ "Sa'nu! Sa'nu!" you run into the Marui where Ronal is making dinner with Tonowari right behind you smiling at how excited you are.

➱ “Yes ma’itetsyip, I’m right here.” She says as she steps away from the pot and brings you in for a hug which you happily return. “How was your day?” she pulls away to look at you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear.

➱ “Sempu and I went looking for more shells and we found a lot.” Ronal smiles and stands and faces her mate as Tonowari steps in and gives her a kiss on her forehead. “Is that so?”

➱ “Mhm, she caught them all by herself.” he ruffles your curly hair which makes you laugh. “What will you do with them now that you have enough?” He looks down at you and you just smile up at him. “I can’t tell you it’s a secret.” You pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key and Ronal couldn’t help but chuckle as she looks from you to Tonowari who has a smile on his face. They didn’t know how they got so lucky to have a wonderful daughter like you, Ronal knew you’d be the best big sister to the little baby boy she was carrying, thoughts like that would bring tears to her eyes which she’d constantly reassure you were happy tears.

➱ The next day, as soon as you woke up, you put all the shells in a bag making sure you got every one of them and kissed both your mother and father before you were on your way to your spot near the beach to start on your projects.

➱ You could have stayed in the Marui but you didn’t want your parents to know what you were doing. You thought since they were hardworking people with not only the job of taking care of the people but had the job of taking care of you so you wanted to make them gifts to show your appreciation.

➱ A necklace for your dad and a headpiece for your mom, you took your time on them so they could at least look a bit presentable, you wanted them to like your gift and maybe wear it forever. As you worked on the necklace, Rotxo made his way over to you, “Hi y/n, what are you doing?” he asked as he sat down next to you, you only took your eyes off it for a second to smile at him. “I’m making gifts for my sa’nu and sempu.” Rotxo smiled back at you and fidgeted with his thumbs a bit. “Do you mind if I stay here with you while you work?”

➱ “Sure, you can keep me company.” A smile appeared on your face, it always did when Rotxo was around, he was the only friend that you found tolerable.

➱ When it was getting late and you had to head back, he’d walk you home and you would joke and laugh all the way there. The next morning, he'd been outside already waiting for you and you both would head down to what used to be just your spot and continue working on the gifts as Rotxo kept you company talking about anything that came to his mind.

➱ The day that you were finished the gifts had come and you grew nervous about finally giving them to your parents, Rotxo reassured you that they would love them and that you should make one for him as well, and that made you smile.

➱ You take a deep breath and put the gifts behind your back and walk into the Marui to find your father cleaning while your mother sat resting her feet. “Sa’nu? Sempu?” you say in a soft voice thinking they won’t hear you but in fact, they do and look in your direction. “Yes, yawntutsyip?” Tonowari smiled as he stopped what he was doing.

➱ “I’m ready to show you what I’ve been working on but first you both must close your eyes first.” They chuckle and close their eyes but before you can do anything, you notice peeking eyes. “Sempu, you’re peeking!” a giggle escaped your mouth. “Okay Okay, my eyes are completely closed.” he laughs, closing his eyes shut and you make your way over to them placing the gifts in their hands.

➱ “Okay, now you can open your eyes.” You watched as their eyes opened and looked down at their hands in awe when they saw the jewelry you made for them. “I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you for everything you’ve done for not only me but the clan as well.” You look up at your mom who had tears falling down her face. “I mean of course y’all don’t have to wear it, it probably sucks.” You looked down at the ground trying to avoid their faces but you were soon met with both of their arms around you.

➱ “Tonowari, how did we get so lucky with a beautiful talented little girl like you?” She smiles as she lightly pinches your cheeks making you giggle. “Irayo, my sweet girl, these are beautiful and we’ll always treasure them.” She brings you in for another hug as Tonowari smiles and puts the necklace around his neck. “Nothing that comes from you will ever suck,” he says as he joins the hug wrapping tightly around both you and your mother and this would be a moment that you all would remember.

➱ Okay so now let’s get into how they would react after getting the gift + someone commenting on it.

➸ Ronal

➱ The next morning she would get up and get ready to do her job as Tsahik, she smiles when she puts on your gift.

➱ She didn’t care if she was about to do a gruesome job, the constant reminder that her baby is with her wherever she goes makes her happy.

➱ She heads to the healing pod and there’s already someone injured waiting for her.

➱ She’d greet him and he'd do the same and when he finally notices the headpiece on her head, he thinks to himself what a weird thing to wear, and Ronal would notice his heavy stare. “Do you like it? It was made by someone special to me.” She would smile at him as he eyes it again and looks back at her. “It’s kind of weird don’t you think?” He chuckles a bit but goes silent when he sees the smile on Ronal’s face disappear.

➱ “If you don’t want to bleed to death, I suggest you be quiet.” she hisses and looks away from him to continue to prepare the medicinal paste leaving him to be terrified and wishing he kept his mouth shut.

➸ Tonowari

➱ The way he’d wear it with pride as he does his olo’eyktan duties, he’d even smile even harder if possible when he sees you playing with Rotxo.

➱ He’d end up bumping into an old friend of his and they would just stand and catch up when Tonowari made a joke, the friend would playfully punch him in his chest and that’s when he notices the necklace he was wearing, and laughs a bit. “Ronal’s not making A+ jewelry for you.” he laughs til he makes note of Tonowari’s stern face, glaring at him and boy if looks can kill the friend would have been dead right now and fed to an akula.

➱ The friend made a huge mistake, putting his two favorite girls in a joke that would never be funny to him.

➱ “My daughter made this beautiful necklace for me and you dare fun of it.” he steps closer as the friend steps back starting to regret his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Tonowari cuts him off with a hiss, the friend's ears lay flat on his head and his tail drooped in fear. “Leave! I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Tonowari closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as the now ex-friend quickly runs away from him. “The nerve of some people.” Tonowari rubs his hand over the necklace and a small smile comes on his face as he thinks of you.

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cottoncandyafterdark · 1 month

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Parenting Heacanons - Chuuya, Atsushi

Character(s): Chuuya Nakahara; Atsushi Nakajima (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Tags: SFW, fluff, familial, headcanons

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy

Notes: AFAB reader; originally posted on ao3 here; this is old and I'm not caught up with the manga now so sorry if anything seems strange

Chuuya

I'm not going to lie, Chuuya's initial response to finding out his partner is pregnant is not going to be very positive. He's not angry or anything, but he didn't really want kids and doesn't feel the slightest bit ready to be a father. He isn't going to run away, though; he knows it's sorta his fault you're in this situation to begin with so he's going to swallow his pride and stick around for your sake.

He spends the whole pregnancy low-key dreading having to take care of a baby. Mostly because he's got no clue how to do that. That's not to say he isn't trying to find out how; if you check his browser history at this point, it'll probably be a lot of parenting articles.

He'll say he wants to leave naming the baby to you but if you come up with name ideas and ask him for his thoughts on them Oh Boy will he have some opinions for you.

As soon as the baby is born and he gets to hold it, it's like all his apprehension just vanishes into thin air, he is immediately in love. Like, he looks this tiny, helpless human he helped make in the eyes and immediately knows he would kill and die for them.

I think that it would be a more interesting dynamic if he had a daughter; he'd still be a good father to a son, but with a daughter, he would truly be wrapped around her little finger. That little girl will be SO spoiled, she'll be the one all her classmates want to be friends with because she has all the newest video games and the best dolls.

Lord have mercy on anyone who tries to bully his daughter, not just because he'll be more than willing to beat them up but if she's inherited any of her dad's personality, so will she. If she gets in trouble at school for fighting back against a bully, she will get high fives and ice cream from Chuuya.

When she's old enough, he'll teach her to fight for real. He knows he won't always be there to protect her, so he wants her to be able to keep herself safe.

Once she's old enough to start dating, Chuuya will do the entire protective dad routine to any boys she might bring home. He will all but do a full interrogation about what they're planning, make it known that he knows how to hide a body, and if they bring her home even a minute late he is going to lose it.

Word will get around about this. It is not going to be easy for Chuuya's daughter to find a prom date.

Atsushi

In the early stages of pregnancy Atsushi is going to feel sicker than you.

This poor boy is straight-up terrified to be a parent at first because of what his own childhood was like. It isn't that he doesn't want to have children, exactly, he just doesn't want to end up continuing the cycle of abuse. Of course, the fact that he's worried about that at all is enough to tell you that he'll be a fine father, but good luck convincing him of that.

Once his child is born, all his worries are going to lead him to go so far in the opposite direction, he's probably never going to so much as raise his voice at the kid. He is a major pushover of a parent, Atsushi's child could get away with murder.

He's also going to have a hard time denying them anything they want. This is going to be another spoiled child for sure. The kid's probably going to end up as a bit of a brat because of this, and Atsushi can't even get mad because he knows it's no one's fault but his own.

On the positive side of things he's going to be such a supportive dad as well. He'll be in the front row of any recitals, plays, spelling bees, anything like that his child participates in and he is going to clap the loudest because he's so proud of them!!!

He'll try to help them with their math homework at some point, but quickly realize that he doesn't really know how to do math either. Much frantic googling will ensue as Atsushi tries to quickly learn long division for his child's sake.

When they get old enough to start hanging out with friends on their own, Atsushi is going to be so worried if they stay out later than they said they would, even if it's just by a few minutes. He'll also want to know exactly who they're with and where they're going. He isn't trying to be overbearing, he just has anxiety.

Voted most likely to cry when his child moves out. Empty nest syndrome is gonna hit him so hard. His child is probably going to get daily texts from their honorary aunts and uncles at the Agency reminding them to call their dad.

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volos-togepi · 9 months

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PLA boys finding out you’re pregnant with their child

i love these boys and i will die on this hill

Adaman

oh he’s so happy

a little surprised at first

but ultimately he’s so ready for this new journey with you

not like you haven’t been planning this or anything…

and he’s sure to ask how you’re feeling

because your thoughts are more important to him

“Let’s talk about it.”

he’s so comforting

and he’s so good at helping you stay in a good headspace

compliments are a constant

and if you’re ever feeling down or uneasy, he’s there to support you

he’s there EVERY step of the way

he works on how he presents himself as a leader

and he thinks about how this role will compliment the other

he’s so helpful at home

and he loves to cook for you

“Just relax, y/n! I’ve got it.”

you both have so many conversations about your pregnancy

and you bet that he’s been asking around for parenting advice

knowing he’s becoming a father absolutely gives him an ego boost

and you know he’ll be the best dad a kid could have

Volo

“Come again?”

he’s perplexed

scared even

he’ll force a smile to please you

but he’s DEFINITELY not ready to be a father

while he’s traveling, he’ll often think about the situation

and mostly cons come to his mind

he’s TERRIFIED to talk to you about it

but he’ll eventually speak up

“I just don’t think I can be the father you want me to be; the father this child deserves.”

you both chat for HOURS

and you both cry about the situation you’ve found yourselves in

but one day, it hits him

HARD

he’s traveling, and he thinks about how wonderful it would be to have a daughter

someone to protect; to share his countless stories with; to bring home little trinkets or flowers and get a squeal of joy in return

not that he doesn’t already have you, but…

that switch just flips

he RUNS to your home and immediately takes you in his arms

he’ll apologize SO many times, bawling into his hands

“I want this. All of it.”

he won’t stop holding you for a moment

because he needs to let you know how much he loves you

and he has to make up for all the time he’s been away somehow

he’s eager to cook for you; to clean for you

literally whatever you need, he’s there

and he doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon (if at all now)

Melli

oh he’s ecstatic

Melli only wants the BEST for himself

so clearly, you are the best

and this baby…

“This is SO EXCITING!!!”

this gives him so much more to brag about

he’s already got a list of names written out

and it’s LONG

he talks about how much he wants this

and how much he loves you

#1 hype man

he makes you feel so good about yourself

and you better believe he’s telling everyone how excited he is to be a father

he’s actually REALLY attentive during your pregnancy

because he wants you to feel your best each and every day

you and Adaman both try to talk to him about how gross babies are in the beginning

because you know how easily disgusted he is

and he clearly doesn’t listen

“Blah blah blah… Babies are fun!”

he’s just wayyyy too excited

after a while, he does start to have doubts about his role as a father

and you assure him that it’s okay and that he’ll be great at it

he learns and grows so much during your pregnancy

his narcissistic qualities tone down a bit (but not too much)

he just wants to be the best he can be for your family

and he’s so eager for that next milestone to come

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taexbankai · 4 months

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I only want you

This is chapter 4, the other 3 chapters are on my page!

Hello everyone! so just a caution of warning for this chapter, there will be the mention of drugs, alcohol and mature themes

—— time skip a few years——

“y/n you’re going to be late!!!”

“coming mom!” i yelled and quickly finished putting on the last of my makeup. I looked at myself one last time in my full body mirror

“my senior prom.. i can’t believe it” i said to myself, looking at my prom dress making sure it looked nice. I grabbed my phone and my purse and made my way downstairs

“mom you have my new heels right? I think i left the box in your room” I asked my mom as i reached the bottom of the stairs

“yeah honey they’re right here” she said as she handed me my heels

“thank you” i said as i bent down and began putting them on

“you look beautiful” yuta said to me as he helped me stand back up

“thank you babe” i said as i smiled at him. Yuta asked me out last year at the beginning of our junior year. We got close because he was already friends with yuji and megumi. we all starting hanging out a lot because yuji said i was going to “die alone” and “rot away” in my room after satoru rejected me. Once suguru, satoru and shoko all graduated and moved into the college dorms i became even more depressed because i wasn’t able to see my brother, my best friend, or my first love very often anymore. So in order to get me out of my depression i started going out more with my group of friends and tried not to focus only on satoru, yuta and i started to become closer and closer and before i knew it we had caught feeling for each other.

“okay let me take a few pictures of you two before you leave!” my mom said excitedly as she looked for her phone

“I’ll take a few polaroid pictures” my dad said, grabbing his camera

“the matching colors look great on both of you” my mom stated

“look at my babygirl all grown up! can you believe it honey? our last baby is a big girl now!” my mom said, tears starting to form in her eyes

“i know! i can’t believe it” my dad said while hugging my mom

“okay! we have to get going now or we’ll really be late” i said, grabbing yuta’s hand and walking towards the door

“what time will you be coming home?” my dad asked

“i don’t know just yet but i’ll let you know dad” i told him

“okay, be safe i love you… take care of my babygirl yuta” my dad said as he gave me a hug

“of course sir!” yuta said as we walked out the door

——————

The prom was going really well. Nice food, drinks, dancing with friends, just everything a typical highschool prom would have

“okay i’m ready to turn up, y’all wanna get out of here?” nobara said as she came up to the table i was sitting at with our friend miwa

“where we going?” i asked

“back to my house!, my parents are gone for the rest of the week so we can have an after party there” she said while jumping up and down in excitement

“just us girls?” miwa asked her

“no what the hell, i’m inviting boys. It’s prom night and i want to get laid” she said as she sat down next to me

“okay so who’s all coming?” i asked

“me, you, miwa, maki, mai, kokichi, yuta, yuji, megumi, inumaki, momo, and ino” she said while counting on her fingers to make sure she didn’t forget anyone

“i only invited people we all know and trust since i plan on getting completely wasted and even fucking someone tonight” she continued

“who are you trying to fuck?” i heard maki, another one of our friends ask. I turned around and saw maki, momo and mai walking up to our table and sitting down

“ino, he’s so fine. He asked me to prom so i’m sure he likes me” nobara answered while giggling

“i…. want to get laid tonight too” miwa said and shyly put her head down

“great! let’s all let loose tonight. We’re all 18 after all, why not?” nobara said as she stood up.

“i’m gonna go find the guys so we can leave” she said and walked away

“have any of you smoked weed before?” i asked the girls. They all shook their heads no except for maki who said yes

“we’re leaving now?” yuta asked me as he walked up to me

“yeah, we’re all going to nobara’s house to get drunk, high, and all the other crazy shit she wants to do. Is that okay?” i said, standing up

“sure i don’t mind! lets walk back to my car now then” he said. I turned and told the girls i’ll meet them at nobara’s house and walked out of the prom with yuta. Once we made it to the car yuta opened the door for me as usual and then got in the drivers seat. He started the car and turned on some music, but he kept the volume low enough so that it wasn’t blasting.

“babe.. can i ask you a question?” i asked as i turned my head slightly and looked at yuta

“of course” he said as he began to drive the car

“have you ever smoked weed before?” i asked him as i looked outside my window watching the buildings go by

“no, i’ve never smoked weed. have you?” he asked as he stopped at a red light. I felt his gaze turn on me

“yeah, one time at my 15th birthday party. my brother let me try it” i told him

“oh really? how was it?” he asked me as he began driving again after seeing the light turn green

“it was hard for me to hold the smoke in my chest” i said, a smiling coming to my face thinking back to that night

“my brother’s friend actually had to teach me because i felt like i had almost died from all the smoke. But his friend was really nice and his other friend named nanami gave me water because i couldn’t stop coughing. I took another hit after that and it was much better than the first but it had still hurt my chest a little bit. I passed it back to suguru’s friend named choso because they had a rotation going on. I was a little upset though because i actually wanted satoru to teach me but when i looked for him he was….” i stopped mid sentence. suddenly my smile faded… the feelings i had felt from that night slowly making it’s way back into my body

“y/n… why’d you stop? you okay?” yuta asked me which snapped me out of my thoughts

“yeah! sorry, i didn’t mean to randomly start ranting like that. long story short, it was definitely an experience i’ll never forget” i told him and tried to smile so he wouldn’t worry. I didn’t want him to ask me any questions about satoru

“okay.. now it’s my turn to ask a question… but you can’t get mad okay?” he said to me. I turned and looked at him

“okay”

“promise?”

“yes i promise”

“pinky promise?”

“yuta!” i said and started laughing

“yes i pinky promise i won’t get mad” i told him

“okay good” he said as he pulled up in-front of nobara’s house. We stayed in the car waiting until the others pulled up

“you never told me what happened between you and satoru” he said

“yes i did. he rejected me, you know that ” i said and looked down at my hands in my lap, not wanting to make eye contact with yuta anymore. I had a feeling he was going to eventually bring up satoru but i felt like i brought this conversation upon myself for accidentally mentioning him

“do you still love him?” he asked me. I immediately looked up at him, eyes wide at his question

“what?! yuta i love you-“

“that wasn’t my question y/n” yuta said, suddenly really serious. I looked back down at my hands

“yuta…”

“babe, i won’t get mad, trust me. I knew how fragile your heart was when i asked you out. I completely understand if you do still love him, i just feel like we never actually spoke about him and it’s obviously something that you’re still sensitive about. I just want to know the deeper details that you haven’t told me yet” yuta said as he grabbed my hands

“yes… but i love you more” i said as i slowly looked up at him

“i love you too babe” he said and gave me a kiss

“you know you don’t have to hold things in or avoid talking about him when you’re with me right? I’ve never met him but i’m sure he’s a cool guy and if you don’t hate him then i don’t hate him” yuta continued

“okay!” i said and smiled at him, really just trying to be done with this conversation. i looked outside my window and saw that nobara and the others were pulling up in their cars

“are you going to drink and smoke tonight?” i asked him

“if nobara doesn’t mind us crashing on the couch then yeah, if not then no cause i have to drive home” he told me as he took off his seat belt and started to get out the car

———————

“okay so who’s all getting lit tonight?!” nobara shouted from the kitchen

“how do you expect us to “turn up” when we all have to drive back home later?” inumaki asked her

“everyone can stay the night here. I have like 3 double blowup mattresses and also a spare room. plus i already bought everyone matching pjs to change into” nobara said as she walked out of the kitchen with 4 different alcohol bottles

“where did you even buy all this shit from?” megumi asked her

“i had my cousin buy everything, now enough with the questions, who’s taking a shot?” she said as she sat the alcohol bottles down on the coffee table. Everyone agreed to sleeping over and getting drunk for the night

“okay great! before that though… i have edibles! who wants one?” nobara said excitedly as she took out a bag of weed and another separate bag full of edibles

“fuck it, i’ll take one” ino said as he sat down next to nobara on the couch

“me too!” i said

“give me 2” maki said

“i’ll eat one too” momo said. everyone else all agreed and ate an edible

“ino can you roll up the weed? i’m gonna turn some music on and go get the shot glasses” nobara said to ino. He nodded his head and grabbed the bag of weed from nobara and began rolling it up with some wraps he had

“maki and miwa can you come with me in the kitchen and grab all the food, snacks and regular drinks please?” nobara asked them as she skipped to the kitchen. They both laughed at how happy she was and followed her into the kitchen

“do you smoke a lot?” i asked ino as i watched him break up the weed and get it ready to be rolled

“kind of, but not as much as some of my friends” he said and laughed. I laughed with him and continued watching him roll the weed, trying to take a mental note on how to roll it

“so how long does it take for the effects of the edibles to kick in?” yuta asked ino

“for those edibles, usually about 30 minutes to an hour. really just depends on your body” he said as he finished rolling the first blunt and started on the second one

“will i start acting crazy?” yuji asked ino, eyes wide and full of excitement. i couldn’t help but laugh at him

“some people laugh alot, others get paranoid. I’ve met a few people who get sleepy after taking an edible. We really won’t know until the edible kicks in” ino said, laughing at how excited yuji was

“others get horny” mai said, everyone looked at her for a few seconds in silence, ino even stopped rolling, everyone then bursted out laughing including mai

“i guess we’ll see” i said. Nobara finally had came back in with miwa and maki

“damn nobara, that’s a shit ton of food” megumi said as we all turned around and looked at all of the stuff the girls brought out

“we’re gonna need it once the weed starts to kick in. Now let’s start taking shots!” she said

—————

it’s been almost 2 hours since we all took those edibles, smoked the blunts and started drinking the alcohol and it’s been crazy. me, yuji and yuta has been laughing at everything for the past 30 minutes. maki and megumi has been arguing over nothing, barely able to form full sentences. Nobara and ino has been making out for 5 minutes striaght. Inumaki, kokichi and miwa has been extremely paranoid thinking that something was wrong with their arms and that someone was going to trust through the door and kidnap all of us, and lastly mai and momo has been chill just eating tons of snacks.

“wow this is one hell of a senior prom. I’m going to remember this for the rest of my life” yuji said as he smiled looking at everyone

“i know right, i’m having so much fun” i said to him

“hey lets play a game” nobara said excitedly as she sat down on the floor by the coffee table. We all followed her and sat down around the coffee table

“we’re obviously gonna play…. truth or dare!” she said and started laughing.

“here, we’ll use this empty alcohol bottle since it’s the smallest one. We’ll spin the bottle and whoever the pointy party lands on has to pick truth or dare. The person who spins the bottle has to ask the question or pick the dare for the person it landed on. If you don’t want to do the dare or answer the question you have to take a shot. no buts or ands about it” she said as she put the bottle in the middle of the table.

“everyone okay with that?” she asked. Everyone nodded their head and she excitedly started the game

“okay i’ll go first” she said. Nobara was directly across from me, on her right was ino and then inumaki, momo, megumi, mai, me, yuta, maki, miwa, kokichi and then yuji. Nobara spun the bottle and it landed on yuji

“okay yuji, truth or dare?” she asked him

“truth. I definitely don’t want you choosing any dares for me” he said and laughed

“Boring, but fine. If you had to pick a girl from this table to kiss who would it be?” she asked him

“hmmm… probably mai” he said. everyone looked over at mai to see her reaction

“What? I’m not even your type” she said which made everyone start laughing

“yeah but you’re still cute” he said and grabbed the bottle

“Okay my turn” he said while spinning the bottle. The bottle landed on yuta

“Truth or dare?” Yuji asked him

“Truth” yuta said

“Okay… are you a virgin? I’ve been wondering about this for forever now” yuji said and chuckled

“no” yuta answered

“What really?! I didn’t know this. you’ve never told me you weren’t a virgin” i said and turned to face him

“You never asked me” he said and grabbed the bottle. When he spun the bottle it landed on miwa

“Dare” she said before yuta could ask truth or dare

“Okay…” yuta said while laughing

“I dare you to… sit on kokichi’s lap for the rest of the game” yuta finished and smiled at her

“W-what?!” Miwa said, her face turning a bright shade of red

“Yeahhh let’s bring on the dares!” Maki yelled

“Sit on him or drink!” Nobara also yelled

Miwa quickly sat down on kokichi’s lap. Kokichi wrapped his arms around her waist to help her get comfortable before he quickly gave yuta a thumbs up which made everyone laugh except miwa who didn’t see it

“Okay miwa, your turn to spin” momo said. Miwa grabbed the bottle and once it finished spinning it landed on me

“Ouuuu y/n’s turn. don’t be a pussy y/n, you better answer the question or do the dare!” Nobara said, excited it landed on me. I playfully rolled my eyes at her as everyone started laughing

“Truth or dare y/n?” Miwa asked me

“Truth” i said

“okay let’s see…” miwa said as she thought of a question

“Ooh i know… why haven’t you tried to contact gojo since he left?” She asked. I remained silent for a few seconds before mai spoke up

“You have to tell the truth y/n don’t forget. All of us girls have been wondering this for a while now but you always avoid talking about him” she said

“Yeah and we still never met him so we don’t know what kind of guy he is. I thought you said you both ended on good terms so you should be able to talk to him right?” Maki said

“I want to see what he looks like too, how about you facetime him right now so we can see him?” Momo said. I started to feel overwhelmed with everything the girls were saying

“well.. i…” I wasn’t able to find the right words or where to even start. i took a quick glance at yuta, i was hoping this topic wasn’t making him uncomfortable but he was also looking at me waiting for my answer

“y/n if you’re not comfortable answering the question you don’t have to” nobara said which pulled me out of my thoughts. yuji, nobara and megumi were the only ones who’s met satoru, and they’re also the only ones who truly knows just how much pain and depression i was in when he had left. nobara and i became really close after he left along with my brother and shoko, so she understands why the topic is sensitive to me. But at the same time, they were right. I needed to stop avoiding the topic.

“No it’s okay, i’ll answer” I said, silently thanking nobara for looking out for me

“one of the reasons why i don’t try to contact satoru is because of how busy he’s been with school and enjoying his college life… I have him on Instagram though! He mainly just post silly pictures with my brother or his other friends. Sometimes he posts his girlfriend….” i said, trailing off remembering the last post he has posted of him and Riko a few months ago

“anyways, enough of my ranting, my turn!” I said, desperately trying to change the topic. I spun the bottle and it landed on nobara

“Truth or dare?” I asked her, already knowing what her response was going to be

“Dare” she said. I laughed and already knew what i was going to dare her to do

“I dare you and ino to be locked in your room for an entire hour” i said and smirked at her

“okay!” She said and stood up immediately, grabbing ino and forcing him to stand up too. Everyone started laughing at her excitement

“While we’re gone you guys can continue the game” she said as she started walking towards her bedroom with ino. She looked at me and mouthed ’thank you’ i mouthed back ‘you owe me’ before she disappeared up the stairs

“okay i’ll just start the next round then” momo said as she spun the bottle. It ended up landing on yuta again

“truth or dare”

“truth” he said as everyone playfully boo’d him for picking truth again

“who was the person who took your virginity?” momo asked him. everyone turned their full attention on yuta as we waited for his response…but we never got it. instead of responding, yuta picked up a shot glass and took a shot. everyone gasped in surprise

“wow you won’t tell us who?!” yuji said

“nope” yuta said and started laughing as he grabbed the bottle and spun it. the bottle landed on megumi and yuta began asking him truth or dare. but i wasn’t paying attention to them because i was too busy wondering about who the girl is that yuta had sex with and why he didn’t want to say her name. ‘was he uncomfortable answering that in front of all his friends?’ i thought. I was also a little upset that i was still a virgin and most of my friends (and now even my own boyfriend) wasn’t.

“y/n?….y/n?” i heard mai calling my name. i looked up and everyone was looking at me

“huh?” i asked

“it’s your turn silly, truth or dare?” she asked

“ummm… let’s do dare this time”

“yay! omg wait mai, i have the perfect dare to ask her!” momo said excitedly as she got up and whispered something in mai’s ear, which made mai start to smile

“okay!.. i dare you to…. facetime your brother” mai said

“what?! i told you to have her facetime gojo” momo said, a pout forming on her face

“i wanted to go easy on her” mai said in which everyone started laughing

“okay, i don’t know if he’ll pick up though, he might be busy” i said as i took out my phone and went to my contacts to find my brother’s name

“wait! screen mirror your phone to the tv so we can all see him! nobara said he was hot so i definitely want to see” momo said as she turned the tv on. i screen mirrored my phone and watched as everyone turned their attention to the tv, now being able to see everything i was doing. i went back to my face time call log and clicked on my brothers name as it started ringing

“i’m nervous omg” miwa said which made everyone laugh

“wait, turn the music down some” inumaki said. yuji immediately stood up and leaped to the music to turn it down. the phone had rang for a third time before i said the words ‘connecting’ at the top of my screen, one second later i saw my brother’s face

“hey baby sis what’s up?” he asked me. i heard mai and momo quietly gasp at the same time

“holy shit he’s HOT” momo whisper-shouted. i had to bite the instead of my mouth to keep myself from laughing at their reactions

“hi suguru!, i just wanted to see what you’re doing” i said as i smiled at him, happy to hear his voice after so long

“nothing much, just chilling at nanami’s house. I’m probably gonna leave soon though satoru is pretty drunk” he said as he laughed a little. my stomach did a little flip at the mention of satoru’s name

“oh my GOD! did you heard that?! gojo’s there” mai said quietly as she excitedly slapped momo on the thigh

“i thought satoru didn’t like to drink?” i asked him

“he doesn’t but nanami gave him a drink and said it was ‘juice’ satoru drunk the entire cup without even realizing it was alcohol” suguru said as he shook his head in disappointment

“anyways, where are you right now? it doesn’t look like you’re at home based on the background” he asked

“oh i’m at nobara’s house right now. Our prom was tonight” i said to him

“ahh okay, i was wondering why you had a full face of makeup on” he said and laughed

“who did you go to prom with?” he asked me

“my boyfriend” i said

“your WHAT?!” he yelled, completely shocked

“you never told me you had a boyfriend!, what does he look like? how old is he? where does he work at? is he treating you good? is he-“

“i’ll tell you about him later” i said, cutting him off and laughing at his over protective behavior. my friends were quietly laughing too, including yuta

“yeah you better or else imma-“

“who has a boyfriend?” my heart dropped. i could recognize that voice from anywhere

“y/n does, she just told me right now on facetime” suguru said

“really? let me talk to her” suguru passed the phone over and satoru was in the frame

“hey y/n!” satoru said to me, a big smile on his face. i could definitely tell he was drunk

“hi toru” i said while smiling back

“oh my FUCKING- WHAT THE HELL.. HE’S HOT” mai yelled

“THAT’S GOJO?! HE’S SEXY AS-“ miwa covered momo’s mouth before she could finish yelling

“shhhh” miwa said as she looked at mai and momo. everyone couldn’t hold in their laughter after that

“who was that?” satoru asked me

“my friends, sorry.” i said to him, still trying to stop laughing

“why do you have makeup on? someone’s birthday or something?” he asked me

“no it was prom night tonight” i told him

“oh okay. i remember my prom night… it was crazy. you look beautiful though” he told me with a smile. i almost dropped to my knees right then and there but i had to remind myself that i have a boyfriend now

“t-thank you” i said shyly to him. he opened his mouth to say something but before he could finish i felt my phone being snatched out of my hand

“hello! i’m mai and i’m very single and you’re very hot. nice to meet you” mai said to satoru on the phone

“and i’m momo, marry me please?” momo said as she snatched the phone from mai. I shook my head and laughed at them. everyone in the room was laughing.

“nice to meet both of you” satoru said and laughed

“okay toru i’m gonna hang up now, i just wanted to call suguru to see what he was up to” i said as momo handed me my phone back

“how come you never call me? you only ever call suguru” satoru asked

“because… you’re usually busy” i told him

“yeah but i would still answer the phone and make time for you” he said to me, suddenly very serious. my heart skipped a beat. This was the real reason why i avoided talking to satoru, yeah one of the reasons was because he’s always busy but the other reason… the main reason… the real reason is because i was scared of falling deeply in love with him again. I’m with yuta now, i’m trying to move on, but satoru doesn’t realize that his words affect me a lot

“wow….i see why you were in love with him” mai whispered, loud enough for everyone except satoru to hear

“ next time i’ll call you first okay?” i told him

“oh wow” i heard suguru said. i saw satoru smile before suguru took the phone out of satoru’s hand

“you’re so fake” suguru told me

“anyways baby sis i’m going to hang up now, we need to get back to our apartment before satoru grabs anymore to drink. i’ll talk to you later, love you” suguru said to me

“okay, later love you too” i said to him before i hung up. it was silent for a few seconds before mai spoke up

“well… let me just say…. this was the best dare i’ve ever asked anyone before in my life”

“thanks to me” momo said

“the nickname you call him is so cute. every time you said toru i could help but smile” miwa said

“he doesn’t let anyone else call him toru except for y/n, it’s her own personal nickname for him” yuji told miwa

“omg really?! that makes it even cuter” she said

“that gojo guy really is attractive” Inumaki said which made everyone laugh

“your brother is too” kokichi said to me

“okay, okay lets get back to the game now” i said while laughing. i disconnected my phone from the tv and everyone sat back down around the table, yuta didn’t’t sit next to me this time though, he sat down next to maki. For the rest of the game yuta and maki were laughing and play fighting but i chose not to pay any mind to it and continued having a good time with my friends 

—————

We continued playing truth or dare for about another 30 minutes until we got bored of it

“okay i’m done with this game, let’s watch a movie” inumaki said as he stood up and stretched

“Me too” megumi said

“Okay, let me text nobara and tell her that we’re gonna watch a movie once they come back down” i said as i took out my phone and began typing out a message to her

Everyone stood up and stretched while looking for movies to watch on their phones.

“You guys, we should take one more edible before we start the movie!” Yuji said. Everyone all agreed and yuji went to grab the bag of edibles off the couch

“I heard we’re taking more edibles ?” I looked towards the stairs and saw nobara coming back down, ino closely behind her. She looked a mess, hair disheveled, a dark purple hickey on her neck and her face was flushed a little red.

“Enjoyed your hour i see” i said and walked up to her laughing

“I sure did… now where’s the edibles? i want another one too” she said as she smiled at me. Yuji gave her the bag of edibles and she took 2 out, one for her and one for ino. I turned around looking for yuta to see if he wanted to take another one but i couldn’t find him

“hey, do you guys know where yuta went?” i asked inumaki, megumi and yuji

“yeah he went to the back with maki” megumi said

“okay thank you, i’m going to go ask them if they want their edible now” i said and started walking to the backyard. once i made it to the door i overheard maki’s voice

“but what if she asks you about it?” she said

“she won’t don’t worry” i heard yuta say. i didn’t want to eavesdrop but i was starting to get curious about what they were talking about

“but if she do then what are you going to say?” maki asked as she let out a frustrated sigh

“i’ll just tell her the truth” yuta said as he turned to look at maki

“hey just calm down, it’s gonna be alright maki” he said as he pulled her into a hug

“y/n’s my friend though, what if she hates me?” maki said. after hearing her say that my interest really was peaked. Something was obviously going on between them. Was he cheating on me? was he in love with maki? i couldn’t handle all the guessing anymore so i walked outside and up to them. Once they saw me yuta immediately let go of maki

“why would i hate you?” i asked maki

“y/n-“

“i’m asking her yuta” i said, cutting yuta off. The longer maki took to respond the more irritated i became

“well?” i said while impatiently tapping my foot on the ground, crossing my arms over my chest.

“i…. i have a crush on yuta” maki said. I stopped tapping my foot and looked at yuta before i looked back at her

“really?” i asked

“yeah. I… was scared to um.. tell you because i didn’t want you to be mad. But when i confessed to yuta he rejected me of course but tried to make me feel better” she said. I could tell she was lying, she wouldn’t look me in my eyes and yuta was also standing really stiff. Something was going on and she wasn’t telling me the entire truth. I stayed silent for a few seconds but i decided to let it go… for now

“i wouldn’t hate you for that” i said to her. both maki and yuta had a slight smile on their face, almost like a smile of relief

“i would hate you if you did something with my boyfriend behind my back and decided to lie about it to my face ” i said and put a fake smile on my face. yuta awkwardly laughed before he pulled me into a hug

“i think the weed is making you a little paranoid babe” he said. i didn’t hug him back, instead i pulled away and handed him the bag of edibles

“mhm, here’s the edibles if you didn’t already take one” i said before walking back into the house. i walked up to nobara and whispered in her ear to meet me in the kitchen. I turned around and started walking towards the kitchen. i could see maki and yuta coming back in from outside from the corner of my eye. Once i made it into the kitchen i turned on the faucet and splashed my face with water. tears started to swell up in my eyes

“hey girl everything alright?” i heard nobara ask me. i turned around and couldn’t hold my tears in anymore

“what happened y/n?! i told everyone to start the movie they found so you don’t have to worry about anyone walking in” she said as she walked up to me and hugged me

“i think… i think yuta’s cheating on me” i told her through my broken sobs

“what?!!!” she whispered-yelled

“him and maki were acting really weird, i don’t want to accuse him but i can tell something is going on. why is my love life so terrible” i said

“wow, i can’t believe that. I’ll make sure to keep an eye on them and listen out for anything suspicious. But y/n if i’m being honest… i never really thought yuta was made for you. honestly i feel like you only started dating him because he was there comforting you during your heartbreak. you mistook comfort for love, and he took advantage of your vulnerability. you still have feelings for gojo y/n and that’s fine you don’t have to completely forget all your feelings for him overnight, and jumping into another relationship won’t make you forget about gojo if you’re not truly happy. when my ex broke up with me it took me forever to get over him. i tried dating tons of different guys and even slept with a few but i was still numb until i met ino” nobara said trying to comfort me

“moral of the story is don’t let these little set backs break you down honey. If we do find out that yuta is cheating on you then we’ll kick his ass! but for now just try and enjoy the rest of your night okay? i hate seeing you sad” she said as she rubbed my back

“okay” i said and wiped the tears from my face. once i calmed down enough to make it seem like i wasn’t just crying, i walked back to the living room with nobara

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hey readerssss, i had to make my sweetie pie yuta be the bad guy. but the next chapter is going to have a lot more event’s going on! also satoru, suguru and shoko will be making a comeback to the story in the next chapter. thanks for reading, see you all in the next chapter!

#gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jjk suguru #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu gojo #smut #geto suguru #yuta okkotsu #jjk nobara #y/n #satoru x reader #satoru x you #angst #jjk angst

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Again, way too detailed notes about a Cleo stream (15.3.2024) because it was great and I want to remember. (Please Cleo upload your VODs again please.) Featuring an Ancient City, Hermit scariness ratings, a new Emerald Daddy, and Life series reminiscing with the Clockers.

Plan for today: Ancient City raiding!, to get books

She´s definitely going alone because Ancient City raiding on her own is terrifying but you know what else is terrifying? The other people on the server.

The only person on the server Cleo is afraid of is False. Not Gem, Gem´s a kitten. False could take Cleo in a fight and kill her dead, but more importantly False can scare Cleo because she´s quite sinister. 5am Pearl is kinda cute. “can kill you, probably won´t,” if you entertain her. Cub isn´t scary either, the only thing to be scared of with Cub is the grind. Doc is 95% bark.

(In hindsight, finding a Swift Sneak II book so early is a tease knowing that it´ll be the only one.)

Chat is way more scared of the Ancient City than Cleo is. Worst that can happen, you summon a warden, you die, and your gear despawns, so what. Cleo thinks people are trying to freak her out and scare her into making mistakes.

This stream was right after or during Mumbo´s video on Hermits´ weird playing habits came out so there were plenty of questions about Cleo´s set-up. Cleo defends their choices, also they have a desk now.

Hypno drops by to show off his new armor and announce a raid. Cleo calls Cub her Emerald Daddy because he supplies her with emeralds.

Hypno drops off a shulker full of emerald blocks for Cleo, for free. Cleo then tells him he gets free books now. Hypno is astonished and delighted, and asks for a written voucher. Cleo writes him one and calls him Emerald Daddy too. Cleo: “Double Emerald Daddy, I´m good.”

Cleo won´t tell her fellow Hermits that they´re great to their faces because it would ruin her tough guy image.

Fun in chat: Etho sleeps. Bdubs: “sorry dad” Etho: “son I am at your place to give you a scolding” Bdubs: “be right up” – Cleo is sorry she saw that

Cleo discovers Joel´s glow ink shop and the glow squid Joel built from candles and is delighted. Joel is now her absolute favorite person. Armor stand buddies!

Taking advantage of the fact that all words are made up, Cleo makes a few more hoppadingdongs

Bdubs demands quiet because he and Etho are about to record one of their famous Bdubs-and-Etho clips. Cleo says they should get in a group. Etho: “Mum is so bossy, right Bdubs?” Bdubs: “She´s so bossy.” Cleo: […] *hits him* “Don´t talk to me that way.” Bdubs: “I´m sorry.” Cleo: “You will be.” Bdubs: “I´m sorry. That was a no-no, I´m sorry.” Etho: “Never talk back to your mummy.” Bdubs: “No, never.” Cleo: “Yeah, you two role-playing this thing again, it´s weird.” Etho, laughing: “You´re done with it, aren´t you, Cleo.” Cleo, also laughing: “I´m done with it. I was kind of done with it when it started, to be honest.” Bubs: “That shows your level of commitment.” Etho: “I feel like we move on from it and then Scar brings it up once in a while, and then Bdubs…” Cleo: “Me and Etho are kind of over it, so…” Bdubs: “Really? I saw Joel today and I thought, this is my uncle.” Etho: “Baby-sitter, right?” Cleo: “Cousin.”

Cleo offers to mute again but Bdubs asks her not to, having her there is great. Like audience chatter.

Bdubs shows Etho and Cleo his scaffolding challenge as his shop advertisement. Etho: “He´s so clever.” Cleo: “He is, he´s a genius. That´s our special boy.”

Bdubs starts his spiel: “You think you´re so cool…” Etho: “I thought I was…”

Bdubs wins the first game because Etho has trouble ringing the bell. And the second one. Cleo soon realizes that it´s easy to make Bdubs lose by sabotaging the scaffolding. Bdubs swears Etho and Cleo to secrecy about this easily exploitable weakness.

Cleo keeps talking about how wealthy they are. Very profitable shop, after all! (…true but I saw Cub´s stacks of diamond blocks the next day. Fear the grind.) Cleo bankrolled Etho already.

After a conversation about pricing Etho tells Cleo they have to teach Bdubs about peer pressure. Then remembers that “she doesn´t like it when we do that, we gotta stop.” Cleo says it´s fine. (Yay boundaries.)

Cleo asks Bdubs for a horse. Bdubs accuses Keralis of fraud (secretly swapping the horses people bought from him if they don´t buy the extended warranty.) Cleo asks if Keralis is gingering his horses. They talk about the meanings of the word, and why ginger is also used for red-heads. Etho: “Is it ´cause gingers are spicy?” Moment of silence. Cleo: “…sure?” Bdubs: “Yeah…” Etho: “I think we nailed it.”

Some talk abut spelling variations. “You can just say you don´t know how to spell, Etho, it´s fine.” And then talk about British dialects, how they drop the “t” in the middle of words (or phrases). Etho and Bdubs try to imitate it, badly. They don´t seem to understand what “in the middle of a word” means.

Shopping district talk, and some reminiscing about Shade-E-E´s. Cleo steered clear because she didn´t know Etho very well back then. Etho has a different glass prank in mind for this season. Etho and Bdubs also remember an end rod exchange thing they did, they neither remember what started it or how it ended.

Cleo: “I feel like you´re not spiteful enough, Etho.” He lets too much go. Bdubs protests that Etho lets it go with him, because they have a history – Etho: that´s right – but to anybody else Etho is very spiteful. Cleo: He´s never been particularly spiteful to me, “and I deserve it.” Bdubs, dismissive: nah. Etho: “Well, to be fair, Cleo *builds up a dirt wall like he did between them in Third Life* I am kinda scared of you.” Both crack up. “You´re not necessarily who I wanna be poking.”

Cleo clarifies that the reason why False is the only one who scares her is because False is very quick on the insults. Cleo can be fast, but False can be faster. Bdubs: “Now I´m scared.”

Etho tells Bdubs the story of why he´s scared of Cleo: “I always viewed Cleo as, like, sweet, innocent, you know, quiet…” Cleo cracking up. It was because Cleo stole Pizza, for no reason. “She was laughing the whole time, like a crazy psycho.” Cleo: “It´s a llama.” “I just thought it was interesting, I had a complete shift of what I thought of you at that moment.” Bdubs: “Yeah, she can do anything.” Bdubs was also shocked at that moment. They hadn´t talked about it, Bdubs just supported her in her plan to cause trouble. Stealing Pizza was more of a crime of opportunity because Scar didn´t want to talk to her and left Pizza there. “Bold move.” “It´s just Scar.” Etho reminds everyone that the Life series was fresh at that point, they know now that this sort of thing happens but they didn´t then. Cleo didn´t know most of the people in the series very well so she went full-on chaos gremlin. She blames Bdubs.

Etho repeats that that´s when his perspective on Cleo shifted. “And it never shifted back. Like, the more stuff she did, it just got further in that way.” Cleo can understand that: she got worse, as time went on, chaos-gremlin-wise. Etho: now we´re in season ten of Hermitcraft, she´s stealing villagers… Cleo points out that it wasn´t her idea, but admits that she fully embraced it. Etho isn´t sure he would have, Bdubs says he wouldn´t have. Cleo: “What´s Doc going to do to me.” Bdubs: “Uh, have you seen the sand dial?” Cleo: “Have you seen what´s inside it?” Bdubs, clearly grinning: “Oh, yes, yes.”

Scar is online and Bdubs invited him over to find out if he was actually upset about Cleo stealing Pizza. Scar arrives on his horse, but stays away a few blocks. Etho walks up to him: “You may approach, Scar.” Scar ender-pearls up to them. Bdubs asks how mad he was at Cleo over Pizza, Scar claims he was looking up tickets to the UK to seek his revenge. “Pizza meant more than I can express.” Does a whole sad monologue. Cleo and Etho think it was funny, Scar demands they take it back. Worse, and what also really threw Etho, when Scar asked Cleo to her face if she stole Pizza she denied it.

Cleo: “Yeah, but I´ve had my punishment now, ´cause now I´m your mother forever.” Scar just realized: “The family! What a wonderful moment.” Etho: “Out shopping together.”

Scar has to wait for Skizz to enforce rules in the shopping district, but Skizz is off on the high seas. Scar: “What if the boat went down.” “What the hell, Scar!” “That´d be awful!” Scar imagines it as, you float for a while, maybe see a shark, then get rescued in a helicopter. Cleo: you might see someone else die, while you survive ´cause you´re the main character. Scar asks after a Titanic character and is surprised Etho immediately knows her name because Etho is usually bad with movie references.

Cleo: “I would never do anything to you guys, you´re my family.” Bdubs: That´s sweet.” Scar: “That was sinister.” Etho: “Trolls us.” Cleo: “Correct.”

Scar got a tip to keep a horse from wandering off inside a circle of berries from an e-mail. Only the best things come from e-mails.

Bdubs tries to prove scaffolding superiority to Scar. Etho and Cleo support the pitch. Scar is disappointed by mom and dad. Etho and Scar agree to give it a try sometimes. Bdubs says Tango puts redstone on scaffolding sometimes, Etho is horrified. Etho shows them that you can use scaffolding to clutch a fall. Scar tries it because it would also work on leaves – unfortunately Etho forgot to tell him that you need to crouch and he dies. He´s not going to be happy, but ultimately it was clearly his own fault. It´ll take him a while to come back, Bdubs feels like he should go get him but Etho and Cleo need to leave.

#zombiecleo #hermitcraft #hc s10 #hermitcraft streams #...this got a bit out of hand oops

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My god I just finished reading all of your moon boys as dads blurbs and holy shit

I was hoping you would write a blurb/one-shot where Marc just can't help but compare fem! reader (they have 2 sons) and his mother, but the reader doesn't act the way his mom would and that is slowly but surely healing him. Maybe also where their younger boy gets hurt while playing with his brother and she calms their oldest by saying "It wasn't your fault, you didn't do it on purpose". Poor Marc would definitely start crying as soon as they're alone. Anyway, toodles!

Healing Wounds

Summary: Fatherhood was something that really healed Marc in a way that he couldn't imagine, and with that, situations are a lot less stress-inducing and let him enjoy finer moments with his family.

Warnings: Talk about Marc's trauma. Thoughts of self-doubt and being unable to let go of the past. Y/N and Marc (and the rest) being good parents. A whole lot of fluff at the end.

Author’s Snip: We love letting our man heal his mental and emotional wounds.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 859

It was kind of funny. Of course, you and him end up having two sons. It just had to happen like that didn't it. It wasn't like he didn't want them. God, no. Marc would never trade his boys for anything and he knows that neither would you.

But it was always there in the back of his mind. The faintest overlay in his vision and memory to back when he was a kid and all of its awful moments. All the screaming, crying, pain, and moments and milestones that were stained no matter how much he tried to scrub the bad out.

With your first, Aaron, there was the dread of being a parent and doing it wrong. He didn't want to get any of it wrong but there was the dilemma of where exactly he was meant to be. Too much of a pushover then his son would be spoiled and never get the hang of life. Too strict and demanding then he'd just be her. And Marc would rather die than even be her in the slightest. It was a hard thing for him to balance in his own mind. Marc was gone for a while but you all knew that it was for him to reflect and gather himself. Marc very much still had some wounds that he needed to lick before he took that journey.

And he did great. All three of them did great in their own ways but Marc clearly felt more comfortable and secure with himself being a dad and also working with you. You knew deep down that you were a part of that security, that the image was mostly on you. And you made sure that Marc never saw her in you even once. It's not like you were planning too, of course. You couldn't even imagine doing such things, or how any mother could have the audacity.

But when Matthew, or Matty as you all call him, came along there was a new dilemma that brought on more thoughts that wouldn't leave him alone. But Marc knew that Aaron and you managed to heal those wounds, so he knew that this would heal up so much more. He just needed to believe in himself and you, and the process.

Marc had the usual talk that a parent would with a soon-to-be older sibling, the whole "Just because we're having another one and are giving them more attention doesn't mean we don't love you. They just need more attention because they're small". Aaron understood, matter of fact he seemed really excited to be an older brother. Marc took that and made it something to use for healing. You and him taught Aaron how to help take care of Matthew and how to hold him, letting him be a part of his baby brother's life.

Years went by and they both grew, you bought a house, Marc started feeling better, and everything felt perfect. Sure, there were some moments but they never really impacted anything. There was no fear, no nights spent laying awake worrying about something happening, no moments where the ghosts of a past long since passed showed up in his mind.

That was until one day when everything was seemingly normal. You were doing something, Marc wasn't really paying attention and also couldn't remember what he was doing either. The boys were playing in the backyard. But at some point, you both hear a scream and then a cry coming from the backyard.

Rushing out, you find Matthew sitting on the grass crying and holding his foot while Aaron is kneeling next to him and looks upset and panicked. You go and pick up Matthew while Aaron is repeating "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." and possibly about to cry himself. That's when it all gets Marc, and hard.

He feels overwhelmed by everything, but just before it gets too much he sees you try and settle your boys down. "What happened?" you asked Aaron calmly while holding Matthew who was sniffling into your shoulder. "We were playing soccer and he was going to get the ball in my goal so I tried to stop him, but I didn't know where his foot was so when I kicked he fell." Aaron explains as he starts to cry. You kneel down to his eye level, "Hey, it's okay, sweetie." you shush, "Was it an accident?" you ask. Aaron nods as he whips his tears. "Okay, then it wasn't your fault. You didn't mean to trip him." you say as you help him whip away his tears. "Are you okay, Matty?" you ask the smaller boy to which he nods.

"Alright. Then why don't we just hug it out and maybe sit down for a little or do something inside, yeah?" you suggest. The two boys immediately go in for the group hug, but you glance up at Marc, seeing him watch the whole thing, and gesture for him to join in. Marc, trying to hold back the water in his eyes, joins in. It lasts a few seconds but Marc can feel the situation healing up something again.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #dad!marc spector

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um, hi baby, I don’t know if you still accepting tots but…

bratty! stepsister only allows stepbro!Ari getting off grinding up against her soaking wet panties. 😵‍💫

ok first you call me baby and then give me this thot ?? bestie dearest you’ve opened up a can that will never shut !!

you and Ari have been at each other’s throats since you met. mostly keeping it under wraps when your parents were around bc you two weren’t complete nightmares (yet). but then you moved into Ari’s father’s house and everything gets a million times worst. he irritates the fuck out of you through pranks, stealing your shit, ratting you out to your parents and even throwing low blows during your *daily* arguments.

definitely some: “I bet you’re so needy because your dad left” “do you ever not dress like a whore?” “Oof… daddy issues much? Are you gonna cry like a baby too?”

and what do you know… you find out he went on a guys trip with his friends and lied to your parents about going to some two week camp for his studies/sports. he used all that money to party and travel behind their back. You threatened to tell your parents. He begs you not to, and even tries to bribe you with free drives in his car, money and he’ll finally stop pranking you.

and yes, the bribes work. In fact, your parents think you’ve never gotten along better. you and Ari are suddenly spending a lot of time together which just included him driving you to the mall, sticking around to pay for all the things you want and hold your bags. he also becomes the designated driver whenever you go to parties with your friends 😌 and his friends make fun of him for it (be he’s really drinking pop at a party… mr party boy Levinson…) like “downgraded from stepbrother to chauffeur… that must fucking sting” and bc you’re hot, they never shut up about wanting you, or your itty bitty dresses and skirts, they say nasty things like “I don’t know how you control yourself around her” “she’s my stepsister, you pervert” “I’m just saying, if she were living in my house, she’d be far more… obedient if you know what I mean”

Oh ari does. He’s dreamt of it, fantasized about it, jerked off to it dozens of times 😖😖

you love rubbing it in his face, that he could get into so much trouble if you just opened your pretty mouth 😌 so he better pay up to keep your lips sealed !! You flaunt your new clothes paid for with his money, and make him cancel his plans bc he needs to drive you somewhere, and ofc, by never shutting up when you invite boys over while your parents are out of town. you’ll invite a guy over and literally fuck in every room of the house, telling him to stay in his room as if this weren’t his house.

what finally pushes him to the edge is when you bring over one of his friends. the same one who said they’d fuck you silly, and Ari’s forced to listen to you scream and cry “daddy” and beg for cum like a slut.

you find him getting off and take pity on him (in a bratty way) 🥺🥺 this big hairy hunk hasn’t had any pussy bc you’re taking up all of his time… how sad… he totally deserves it though:

“Having fun there?”

He peeks one eye open, still tugging at his hard length. “What the fuck do you think?”

You step further into his room, holding up your arms. “No need to have an attitude, ungrateful prick. Not like I was going to help you or anything…”

He inhales deeply, squeezing the fat base nestled in the coarse pubic hair. “…what do you mean help me?”

“How else do you think, idiot?”

He doesn’t speak for a moment and you can practically see the gears turning in his head. His hand has since stilled, his bicep still tense and veins prominent in his arms and neck, perfectly highlighted by the sweat on his skin.

“You’re fucking sick.”

“Yet you clearly like the idea.” You lick your lips, watching his cock twitch in his hand, beads of pre cum rolling down the thick head. “What’s wrong, big brother? You don’t get pussy for a few weeks and want to fuck me instead?”

“I’d rather die.”

You laugh. His mouth says one thing but his eyes eat you up like a starved man, drifting over your bare legs and tight bikini, your skin was still a little wet from skinny dipping with his friend.

“I guess I’ll just go back to Steve… he was getting really touchy, I’d hate to leave him all alone.” You turn around and sway with each step, the tiny fabric of your (pathetic excuse of a) bathing suit digs into your fleshy hips—your ass just begging for his fingers to bruise it.

“Wait.”

You don’t bother hiding your smirk and glance over your shoulder. “Yes, big brother?”

Ari wrinkles his nose, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh yeah? What would you rather have me call you?”

You did not expect daddy to come out of his mouth. You laugh, no, you cackle, “You are not daddy.”

He quirks a brow, “really? You don’t think you’ll drop to your knees the moment I throw you around a little, spank your cunt and call you a good little whore?”

You grit your teeth, feeling a different wetness on your bikini bottoms. “I dare you to try.”

now… this isn’t the daddy moment for him bc you don’t even let him touch you bare. you just bend over his dresser, and let him grind against you.

“Hurry—uh, up,” you struggle to keep your moans at bay, “Steve is gonna wonder where I—ah!”

“Shut the fuck up.” A hard hand lands on your ass, a burn blooms from the spot. “You never fucking shut up.”

“You’re such a fucking dick—” you’re cut off by a sharp gasp when he pulls your bikini to the side, the bare tip of his cock rubs up and down your soppy slit. “H-Hey!”

He groans heavily, pinning you down by your hips, “You know how easy it would be for me to slip in? You’re already soaked—what’s wrong, little sis? You getting wet for your step brother like a little slut?”

now pls… the way im tempted to replace my other Ari kinktober fic for this 😳😳 are two stepcest fics for kinktober too much already ?? 😖

#I am: baby #tw stepcest #bratty stepsis x stepbro Ari #sonny drabbles

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Ok so i've got something that yall would probably hate me for. But ive been holding this simmering pot of angst for a while and the first thing i was taught is to share, so suffer with me.

New ROTTMNT AU:

Rather than being the only one out of his brothers to survive in the no-good-very-bad-horrible future, Leo is the only brother who dies.

Okay okay okay.

But i personally like to think that after the krang come out everything goes to shit in the bad timeline everyone goes oh fuck and start teaming up right? Human yokai cryptids mutants– none of that matters as long as you got eachothers back.

And after the initial stumbles the brothers start their active participation in the resistance.

Heres the thing.

Leo is genuinly terrifying at coming up with a plan. Kid went toe to toe with motherfucking Big Mama and came out victorious. Big Mama, as if the most terrifying yokai crime boss Big Mama. Kid came out with a smile. Its safe to say his strategies were incredibly effective and it kinda pissed off a couple of people.

Military dude 1: I can't believe i'm following a plan made by a 16 yo mutanat turtle.

Military dude 2: Your just upset the kid called out all the flaws your plan had in less than 2 seconds flat.

But the one pissed off the most were the krang. This tiny insignificant insect was able to somehow keep the resistance 3 steps ahead. So naturally, they went to take him down first.

It took a while but eventually they managed to isolate Leo. His brothers were fighting up a storm but the krang got too much and so they had to leave. Without Leo.

About a week later which involved a lot of crying and screaming, the krang brodacast a live footage of torturing Leo (my boi) before krangyfying (did i spell that right) him.

And now the krang have leo on their side. Leo, who knows everything there is to know abt the resistance (hes a gossipy bitch but thats only cuz its important to have the intel) so they are in deep shit now.

And he was a zombie for a while guys. Fighting against him always had people dying and his fam having a mental breakdown.

Eventually they take him down, but at what cost. (One of the brothers killed him. cuz angst. And now the question is who is the MOST angst) Also, Leo is the first person to die in the resistance. (Ouch)

Casey rools up and has no fucking clue who Leo is (ouch) or why his mom wanted him to take up the role as Casey's dad (HC: Cass took one look at tge record of Leo's victories against his brothers in the lair games, strategy skills and medical knowledge; and declared that he would be Casey jr.'s father. Leo was incredibly touched)

But for some reason. For soME FUCKING REASON. Kid is so much like Leo its scary. His family is near tears everytime they see him act like that. That one time he made a shitty pun and Donnie started crying.

Well its probably due to the blue imaginary friend he has that he calls Bluey. Yes we're going towards that direction. His everything comes from being influenced by the cool older brother figure he has as an imaginary friend. (Cuz of ✨Mystic Shenanigans✨ Bluey is still stuck here. Mikey is the only one who can also see him. But he cant. Cuz hes depressed)

Also without Mr. A-Ninja's-Greatest-Weapon-Is-Hope I feel like shit gets really depressing in the resistance. Everyones sad. Baby casey is sad to see everyone sad. So he asks Bluey's help and picks up his general style of humor. Angst shenanigans.

And. AND. AND. During the whole peepaws time travel back after the movie montage (I am a aimple woman w/ simple need) these depressed hunks see this tiny version of their blue brother still covered in bandages and not fully healed from the krangvasion, and their immediete reaction? Protecc.

Leo is confused abt a lot of things. The future version of his brothers that got spat out of nowhere. Casey and how that worked w/ their Casey. The blue projection of HIS angsty future self (who is pretty cool btw). PTSD. You know, the works. At this point my guy is just vibing, and honestly? The story picks up a pretty chill pace from there. Its all abt healing now baby.

So thats the rough outline of the au. And it might sound like a fucking add but heres more abt this silly little idea that came from my silly little head. -> You'll (Never) Never Be Alone

#rottmnt future au #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt future leonardo #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo angst #rottmnt angst #You'll (Never) Be Alone

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Harley D. Dixon 30

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Hours later, the rays of sunlight shrink back behind the barred windows, making way for night.

"Let's do the dishes, kids," Lori says to me and Carl after dinner has ended, swinging her leg over the bench.

As everybody disperses from the tables and starts heading back to their cells, I grab my dirty bowl. "Okay, Lori."

"Yes, Mom."

The soapy water in the wash bucket sloshes around my wrists as I scrub the grease outta the plastic bowl, shaking the droplets from it and throwing it in the clean pile. This ain't how I would'a spent my free time if I had the choice, but it ain't so bad.

Thoughts of Dad cross my mind as I grab another bowl and plunge it beneath the suds, thumbing the gunk out. He's the one that caught dinner for us tonight while he was out on his impromptu walk. A fat possum and an even fatter rabbit, courtesy of Mouse. He would'a had to leave the prison to find them animals, which is not where he said he was gonna go, but we ain't bothering him about it. It's best not to, when it comes to my Dad. It only ever ends up making things worse, and I'd say things is worse enough already. He'll come around.

Standing elbow to elbow with me, Lori stops her light humming as Herschel approaches our makeshift kitchen.

He's about to add his bowl to the pile when Lori flicks some water at him.

"I don't think so, Mister Greene." She warns him, ever the mother hen. "The time for that has come and gone. Kitchen is closed."

Chuckling, the old man placates, "Yes, Ma'am. I can see who runs this operation. Don't worry, I'll wash it."

"I'm only kidding," She relaxes, tryna take the bowl from him, but he just rolls up his sleeves. "We can do it."

"No, no. I insist, darlin'." He smiles. "I'm used to a little elbow grease."

She relents, "If you say so."

"I wasn't kidding," Carl jokes, giggling a little when both Lori and I flick the water at him this time. "What? I wasn't."

"Silly boy," His Momma weakly scolds. "Don't get distracted."

As we work together in silence, Herschel seems to forget that he only had one bowl to clean, or maybe he just really likes washing dishes. I try to keep up, but I can't stop my eyes from drifting to Lori's belly every now and then, as if it's a zit I'm supposed to pretend I don't notice. I guess I'm just worried. I heard some women die when they give birth, either from pushing the baby out or not being able to.

"Hey, Mom?" Carl lilts after a few minutes, pulling me outta my own head. "Can I go with everyone else tomorrow?"

His Momma quirks a brow. "Everyone else?"

"Yeah," He continues like it's nothing, like he's talking about the weather. "To find the cafeteria and the infirmary."

It had to happen at some point. It feels like asking the adults if we can get in on one of their crusades has become a daily ritual for us. What Carl's talking about sounds a lot more exciting than washing dishes, which is what we're supposed to want to help with. You can't really die doing this, unless you're the world's biggest idiot, but they can't baby-proof everything. We need to grow up at some point.

Not wanting to be left out of the action, I add, "I wanna go, too, Lori. Can we?"

"Um," She scoffs as she glances knowingly at Herschel, instantly squashing all my hopes. "I don't think so."

Carl's face scrunches up in annoyance. "Wh—? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"Harley. Carl," Herschel patiently asks, "Just how many times do you plan on setting yourself up for the same answer?"

"Maybe later," I put on my best adult-voice, because he's right. I do know the answer. "Not right now, kids. Blah, blah."

"I understand where you're both coming from," He says, "But when we set a boundary, it's usually for a very good reason."

My Uncle Merle used to make me apologise to him three times whenever I went in his room, and I never saw much reason in that.

Whatever. I ask, "But, when is later?"

"When you're grown," Lori answers.

What? When we're grown? That's forever away!

"Well, what was the point of Dad teaching us to shoot, then?" Carl throws his hands up. "And Daryl teaching us knife skills?"

"Carl, it's—"

"To defend yourselves," My Dad's voice suddenly rumbles off the concrete walls around us, and I swear the room shrinks a little. The light from the electric lamp illuminates his brooding face as he stalks closer, squinting at me and Carl. "Y'all think it's fun?"

"N-No," Carl argues, making sure to look my Dad in the eye. "We just wanna help you guys, Daryl."

"Yeah, Dad," I agree. "He ain't lyin'."

"Yeah? And what kinda help is a thirteen-year-old and a nine-year-old gonna be to us when shit hits the fan, huh?"

"Shit hit the fan at Thanton Memorial," Carl smugs. "Needed her help then, didn't you?"

"If I have to hear about that goddamn hospital one more time—," Dad grumbles to himself, rubbing his forehead as he takes a seat. Dragging his hand down his cheek, he levels us with the same glare, one that almost turns the water cold. "That was different."

Feeling like I'm missing out on some big secret, I ask him, "How?"

They needed my help — Lori and the baby needed my help — and I was eight years old back then and I still did it.

"Well, you was there, wasn't ya?" He jokes flatly. "There weren't no other choice. We were on our last leg."

"S'that really it?"

"Please don't gimme bullshit, girl. You really think I'd'a sent'chu in there if there was another way? Ya think Rick would'a?"

"Listen, honey, I've thanked you countless times," Lori puts her hand on my shoulder. "Rick and Carl? They have, too. That was a very brave thing you did for us, but it doesn't mean that we should be throwing you into every dangerous situation because of it."

I shrug her off. "I'on wanna be thanked. I'on care about that! I'm— I— I can be helpful!"

"No," Dad impatiently explains, gratin' on my last nerve, just like I'm gratin' on his. "Ya can't."

"Daryl," Herschel warns.

He ignores him. "You wanna help? Sure. Done. Help me skin dinner tomorrow, but don't ask me about stuff like this."

"I can help with stuff like this." I know I can. He knows I can. Everybody knows I can. "Carl, too. We'll listen real good."

"Why don't'chu just listen now?"

"'Cause it ain't fair."

What if somebody needs my help again, and I ain't there? What if somebody dies, and I could'a done something to stop it, even if it was just something simple, like spotting a walker before anybody else did, or lending them one of my bullets when they run out?

He chuckles, not amused in the slightest. "It ain't fair yer Daddy don't want'chu to die?"

"What? I ain't gonna di—," I force out a sigh, so harsh; some of the pearly bubbles below me disappear. "I just wanna help."

"Nowadays," Lori says gently, "Those are the same things. Okay?"

I feel like I could disappear with a simple huff of air, too. "No, it ain't. We're all still here."

Not all of us, Nobody says.

I know it's not safe out there. Not many places left are, but I hate having a knife, and a gun, and two hands and a brain, and not being able to do nothin' with any of them. I don't wanna wait for danger to find me until I can fight back. Why can't I land the first punch?

I wanna be out there. I wanna be where it's most important, killing them that wanna kill us. Not just doing dishes.

"Are we really gonna go over this again?" My Dad says tiredly, looking straight at me. "Really, baby?"

I don't get what he means. "What?"

"Think."

He can't be talking about the hospital. Does he mean—? I think he means the farm. Yeah. He's got the same look on his face as he did when he found out I snuck into the shed last year, not caring that Jim might'a hurt me, or tried to kill me. I think I wanted it. It was after Shane and Sophia died, and everything felt pointless, like somehow even the smallest blade of grass was plotting against us.

Is he really asking me this right now? It ain't like that again. I don't wanna die. I just wanna help!

Even if those are the same things nowadays, I'on care.

That's a better reason to die, anyway — Because of them I still got, instead of them I already lost. That's exactly how Morales died, fending off a hoard of walkers from our camp, and how Merle and Shane died, protecting me. Everybody wants to be a hero.

Realizing what he's tryna play at, I throw the wet bowl down. "Are you pullin' my fuckin' leg right now?"

"Language," Lori hisses as it rolls across the floor.

"Fuck you," I snarl. She couldn't stop me even if she tried. "I ain't done nothin' wrong. Goodnight!"

As I jump down from the bench and storm toward the cell hall, Carl gets one last word in with the adults before turning away and running after me. I ignore a concerned glance from Maggie and Glenn, heading straight into our cell and climbing into my bunk.

"This is stupid," I complain to nobody, crossing my arms over my chest. "Treatin' us like we'on know how to fight."

Carl flops down on his mattress. "I know!"

I gotta calm down. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and feel the air fill my lungs, then let it all out again. Some of my anger escapes with it, leaving me to slump against the wall, glaring at my Dad through the wall and hoping he can feel it on his skin.

"Just 'cause I'm nine," I say, the edge to my voice suddenly gone, "Don't mean I'm useless."

I promised Carl this place would work out — I'm holding myself to that, but I can't do it like this.

"Hey. You're not useless," The boy argues, frowning at me like I've just cursed his entire family. "You help me all the time."

Sure. "With what?"

"I don't know... You shared those beans with me this morning?"

It's hard not to roll my eyes. I was thinking more along the lines of — Well, actually, I don't know what I was hoping to hear.

"Thanks," I say, anyway. "You help me, too."

"Good."

"Knock, knock?"

When I glance up at the doorway, I see Herschel approaching us, and just the sight of him calms me down a little.

"Cooled off, yet?" He asks, seeming to find us a little amusing, for whatever reason.

"Kinda," I say.

"You two have always been a pair of hot heads, haven't you?" He smiles. "My, you've got fire in your hearts, that's for sure."

"Kinda," I say again, even though the better answer would be, Absolutely.

I brace myself for Herschel to break out into a pep talk of sorts. You should listen to your father, or something like that. You kids don't know how good you've got it. I ain't sure I wanna hear it right now, but I ain't mean enough to tell him to go away.

"We all have a role," Is all he says instead, like it should mean something to us, and walks away.

But it doesn't, so I pull the covers over myself and stuff my hearing aids under the pillow.

'Goodnight,' Carl signs from down below as I get comfortable.

'Goodnight.'

Closing my eyes, I try and focus on how lucky I am to be sleeping in a bed for the first time in half a year, before I'm drifting off.

"You won't be needing that," Rick says the next morning, taking the helmet from his son's hands.

Pouting, the boy lets him.

"Don't worry, Grimes." My Dad sneaks a glance at me. "They already got that run-down last night."

Sure did, I think. I can't wait for the scolding he's gonna give me once they make it back.

As they continue to get organised, Maggie tightens the straps of her Dad's thick vest, helping him fit into it. He don't look like any SWAT officer I ever imagined, with his thin, white hair pulled back into a ponytail, the softness in his gaze as he watches his eldest daughter. All I have to do is remember the night the herd came down on the farm and he was right there with us in the fray, shotgun cocked.

I know he can handle himself, but I don't think I'm the only one that would rather he be relaxing somewhere.

If he's allowed to go, why ain't me and Carl?

It's best not think about it too hard, otherwise I might just start up another argument right here and now.

Rick tosses the helmet aside into a nearby pile of trash. "Great. Let's go."

Maggie secures the last strap, smiling weakly up at her Dad and patting his chest. "There ya go, Daddy."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The group wordlessly file out of the cell hall together, Carl stepping up to the gate and closing it behind them.

"Come on," Carol says once they're out of sight, "Let's do something while we wait."

Carl shrugs. "Like what?"

"I think this place could use a clean," She suggests, looking around at all the gross shit on the floor. "Don't you?"

He cringes. "I used to get paid pocket money for stuff like this, you know."

Without waiting for an answer, the woman just titters and walks off in the direction of the maintenance cupboard, grabbing some broomsticks and dust pans out of it and handing them to us, a dreadfully chipper look on her face. "We're far past pocket money, sweetie."

"If bosses don't pay they workers," I tell her, feeling a little smart, "I heard they go to prison."

"I'm already there," She reminds me.

Remembering all the cells and bars around us, I go, "Oh."

"So dramatic, the pair of you." She chirps, full of energy. "Come on. No time like the present."

"What's that mean?" Carl asks as she chooses an area to start sweeping.

"It means, 'Get your little butts over here before I start swinging this thing around'!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Beth and Lori join us after a few minutes, grabbing some more broomsticks and getting to work sweeping the debris.

"Hey, Harley?"

After half the cellblock has been cleaned, I look up from the end of my broomstick. "Yeah?"

Lori points at the bin. "Take this outside, please?"

"Sure thing." I prop the broomstick up against the wall and walk over to her, lifting the plastic bag outta the bin.

Carol glances over her shoulder at me. "Just put it in that dumpster out there."

"I got it."

Tying the handles into a knot, the same way I'd tie my laces, I carry the bag outta the call hall and down the dark corridor, elbowing the door open. Sunlight peels over the metal, blinding me as I step outside and hop down the concrete steps.

As I pass the fence, the walkers on the other side take turns groaning at me like I'm a celebrity.

Blowing a wet raspberry at them, I throw the bag into the dumpster.

It lands with a soft rustle.

As I make my way back to the prison, I try to take comfort in the fact that Rick, my Dad, and everybody else that went into the Sharpsburg hospital managed to clear it out without getting hurt or bitten, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be the same inside the prison.

Pushing past the door and letting it creak shut behind me, my footsteps echo around me as I walk.

Anything could happen in there, and Carl and I are doing Spring cleaning in the cellblock, safe and sound. It ain't fair.

I can't believe you'd bring that up again, I argue to my Dad in my head, because I always seem to do that after the fact, when it don't even count, I don't care what Lori says. It ain't like that anymore. I don't wanna die. You think you know everything?

I'm your father, I imagine he'd tell me, You think that counts for nothin'?

"I'on care if you're the King of England," I mutter to myself as I turn into the cell block. "I just wanna help."

I'm lingering there on the concrete platform without even realizing it, lost in thought, staring at nothing.

SLAM.

I flinch.

The door crashes into the wall.

Maggie's hair whips around as she cries out, "He's losin' too much blood!"

"Open the gate!" Rick shouts.

"Help us!"

Did she just say, Losing blood?

I run up to the railing, grab it, look at the whole thing unfold below. Did I walk into the wrong building? The group flood into the dinner hall without any warning at all, screaming, Help us, The gate, Open the gate, because somebody's hurt. I already know it. There's the sound of metal clattering against the floor — Wheels — Those are the wheels of a cart being pushed through the crowd, and the body laying on top of it — White hair, black vest — that's Herschel. And that's just the thing. He's a limp body, leaking blood onto the floor.

My skin goes ice-cold at the sight, like I've been dunked in a lake, and that's how I know I'm not dreaming.

Another group of people stroll into the cellblock after them — All strangers, dressed in blue jumpsuits.

Who the Hell are they?

"Help us!"

Carl opens the gate for them. I push myself off and go running after them, ignoring the strangers. They don't matter.

Carol drops her broomstick. "Oh, my God!"

"Daddy!" Beth shrieks. "Daddy, no!"

"Is that—?!"

"Is he dead?" I shout. Everyone's pressed tightly around the cart. All I see are elbows and sweating bodies and lots of blood. I can't get in. I want to see Herschel. My voice don't even sound like my own, echoing in the tall ceiling with all the others. "Is he dead?!"

"Baby, get back," My Dad warns, "Get back!"

"Is he dead?!"

"No! Get back!"

"In that cell!"

"Turn! Turn it!" Glenn shouts, making a sharp turn into an empty cell with the cart, narrowly avoiding a crash. "Come on!"

I'm on their heels like flies on shit, no matter what Dad says. I'm not in the habit of listening much lately, anyway. Slipping past the doorway, I push my way to the front, and it's instant, they way I wish I hadn't. Herschel's face is blanched, wet and pale like a under-boiled egg, and his pantleg is empty from the knee down. That's impossible, I think, but it don't change what I'm seeing.

His leg. His leg, it's— It's gone?

"Get him on the bed," Rick fusses, Carol stealing a rag from the bedside and wrapping it around the butchered stump.

"Did you cut it off?" Lori frantically asks.

Cut it off?! Why would she ask that?

"Yeah."

Oh, God. I ain't never heard of anybody gettin' they limbs cut off, except maybe a pig or a deer, but they ain't alive when it happens. That's— That's just wrong. That's all types of wrong. We need our legs. Rick cut it off? Can people live without a leg?

As Beth reaches for Herschel, I panic, "Dad?"

"He got bit," He explains, before he heads outta the cell with his crossbow drawn. I think of the strangers, but only for a second.

"Ready?" Rick braces his hands under Herschel's body. "One, two three! Lift!"

I hug Beth's arm as they haul her Daddy onto the bed, shouting at each other to grab towels, blankets, rags, anything. Her skin is slippery with his blood, red and warm and terrible, but I don't let go and neither does she. Herschel got bit. It had to be somebody.

The blood just keeps pouring and pouring, soaking into the mattress until it can't hold any more.

I watch it pool into a fat bead like an expensive ink, spill, and splatter onto the floor.

Please, no, I think, Herschel can't die. What about the soybeans? We have to grow the soybeans.

"He's gonna die," Beth's moaning. "He's gonna die."

"No, no, no, sweetie," Lori soothes her, hugging the girl's head to her chest like a Momma would. "He's gonna be okay."

Rick asks Carol, "You think you can stabilize him?"

"I need to keep his leg elevated. Get some pillows!"

"He's already bled through the sheets," Maggie shudders.

"We can burn the wound to clot the blood," Glenn thinks aloud, and he's not bluffing, not at all. "I can start a fire."

"Please don't do this," Beth begs.

Carol takes some more rags from Carl, stuffing them on top of all the others. They only stay white for a moment. "No. The shock would kill him. It’s not gonna stop the arteries from bleeding. We need to keep it dressed and let it heal on its own."

"Did you manage to find the infirmary?" Lori asks them. "Whatever's in there, he's gonna need it."

"No." Rick rakes a hand through his greasy hair. "We hardly made it to the cafeteria as it was."

A voice booms from around the corner.

"I go where I damn well please!"

"Who are they?"

"Other survivors. Prisoners," Rick explains, taking a step backward outta the cell. "It's alright. Stay put. Glenn?"

The man looks up from all the blood on the floor, grimy streaks down his face, like tear tracks through dirt.

"Do not leave his side." He insists. "If he dies, you need to be there for that."

You understand what I'm saying?, Are the words that hang in the air.

Glenn's taken aback for a moment, because Rick means that he might have to murder Herschel, but then he nods.

"I got it," He promises, tender.

"I can bring T in here if—"

"I got it."

Slowly, Rick nods, glancing between us all.

The smell of blood only becomes stronger when he leaves. I didn't even know we had this much of it. How's it all fit?

"It's okay," Lori says again. Beth pulls away from me and curls into the woman's side, hugging her waist. "Shh, honey."

I stand there, my hands sticky with nothing to hold onto.

It all happened so fast. It always does.

One minute, I was sweeping the floor and worrying about stupid things like arguments, and the next, Herschel is just a body, losing too much blood. I wish I could do more, but it sounds like we've done all we can for him with what we've got right now. Maybe a better thing to wish for would be for him to get his leg back, or for me to have been able to do something to stop this. Was it possible?

It's selfish to think that they didn't try their best to keep him safe, that somehow, I could do better, but it's worse to think that this happened for no good reason at all beside bad luck. I can fight walkers, but I can't fight bad luck. I don't think anybody can.

When Glenn takes my wrist in his hand, I flinch, meeting his soft gaze. He's blurry. I think I've started to cry.

Gently, he asks me, "Are you okay?"

"N-No." I glance at the old man's face again. It looks like he's sleeping, like it doesn't hurt. "He's— He's not well."

"No," He agrees. "But we're—. I'm gonna take care of him."

"Please don't kill him," I ask him nicely, as if good manners are what's stopping him. "I— I don't think I want you to kill him."

"I know. It's gonna be okay," He pulls me in for a hug, repeating the same thing to Maggie over my head. "It's gonna be okay."

Wrapping my arms around him, I hold on tight and only let one tear slip from my waterline before I squeeze my eyes closed.

The soybeans. All I can think of are the fucking soybeans.

As he pulls away, I wipe my arm across my face.

"Sorry."

Dixons don't cry, my family always said — among other things.

I'on want anybody to think I've given up on Herschel. That's not it at all.

"It's okay to cry," Glenn's reassuring me, but I'm already pushing past Maggie and turning outta the cell.

The commotion coming from the dinner hall is a good distraction. I let it lure me over to the gate as I force myself to suck up the tears, sniffling away the last of my sadness. I grip onto the metal bars and peep around the wall, tryna make sense of what's going on.

"How many of you in there?" A scary-looking man I've never met asks Rick. Shit. He's pointin' a revolver at him.

Our leader doesn't flinch. "Too many for you to handle."

The prisoners stare him down, face to face with Rick's cool demeanour and the bowman behind him, glaring down his sights.

People. Those are people.

We ain't seen anybody else for months, and I imagine they ain't seen any, either.

I don't have to know much about these guys to tell they ain't no friends of ours. The shortest man curls his fingers into fists at his sides, shifting on his feet like an antsy chihuahua ready to pounce. He ain't look like all that much compared to the monster of a man behind him, who's as tall as a fridge, and just as stocky. I bet he got put in here for cracking someone's head open like a coconut just because they looked at him funny. Then there's a lamer-looking pair. A man that looks a bit like the small one, and a blonde with a country-moustache.

The scary man with the curly hair, who I think is their leader, stands at the front of their small group.

"You guys rob a bank or somethin'?" He asks superstitiously, adjusting his grip on the gun. "Why don't you take him to a hospital?"

Dad and Rick share a cutting glance with each other without even moving their heads, one that says a million words.

A bank?

A hospital?

What's that clown talking about?

We ain't robbed no damn bank.

I remember on the first day of all this, everybody in our hometown flocked to the supermarket as if there was a sale on, and while they was stealing cash outta the registers, Dad and Merle was stealing food. Nobody wants money. Not like they used to.

Rick turns looks back at the prisoners. "How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?"

The scary man shrugs, a twitchy movement. "Goin' on a year."

"A riot broke out," The big man adds. "Never seen anything like it."

"Attica on speed, man," The white one agrees in an accent like mine and Dad's.

"Ever heard about dudes goin' cannibal? Dying, coming back to life? Crazy."

"One guard looked out for us. Locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us to sit tight, and threw me this piece," The leader explains, gesturing with his gun and taking a pause before he admits, sounding almost embarrassed about it, "Said he’d be right back."

"That was two-hundred-ninety-two days ago," His friend says.

The blonde helpfully adds, "Ninety-four, according to my—"

"Shut up!"

Closing his mouth, he pouts sadly at his feet.

"We were thinking that the army or the national guard should be showing up any day now."

It begins to add up. This is awkward. These men have no idea what lays beyond the walls of this prison, do they? I can see it on their faces, that they think a phone would still work if they were to pick one up, that half the population of America ain't dead, and that neither are their families, or whoever else they left behind. I almost feel bad for them, like when I'm looking at an animal I'm about to shoot.

They couldn't guess the shit we been through if they tried. Things we seen, they prolly ain't even had nightmares of. In my life before, I never dreamt of no walking corpse with its guts hangin' out, no girl stumbling out from a barn, no lady being eaten alive.

"There is no army," Rick tell them, his voice flat, uncaring. He would know. We all would.

Not sounding so scary anymore, their leader stammers, "What do you mean?"

"There's no government," He continues. Their faces fall and fall and fall with each admission. "No hospitals. No police."

I guess it does sound kinda scary when ya say it out loud.

"It's all gone."

After a beat of silence, the blonde one asks, "Are you for real, Mister?"

"Serious."

"What about my Moms?" The big man despairs, frowning at the floor.

Your Moms is dead, Is what I'd tell him. All the Mommas are. Except for Lori.

"My kids. My old lady. Yo," The man beside him steps forward. If he wasn't wearing a prison uniform, he could be any old Joe at a bus stop or a gas station, asking for the kindness of a stranger. "You got a phone or something, so we can call our families?"

"You just don't get it, do ya?" My Dad rasps.

"No phones," Rick doubles down. "No computers. Far as we can tell, whole world's ended. Every last bit of it. It's gone."

There's something a bit sad about watching it dawn on them.

Dad lowers his crossbow.

These people are having the worst day of their lives, and that's saying a lot, considerin' they was locked in a cafeteria for a year.

"Ain't no way," The leader breathes.

Rick shrugs. "See for yourselves."

They hesitate. I wouldn't wanna see it, either. It's a lot better in here, where the sun is dim but the blood is old.

"Okay," He eventually lowers his weapon, too. "Show us."

As the prisoners are herded into the corridor, I let my hands slip from the gate, wondering what's gonna happen to 'em. They can't stay with us. That's for sure. The last person we let stay with us ended up with his neck broke, swinging from the end of a noose.

Looking away, I head in the direction of the bathrooms so I can wash up before my skin is stained forever.

"If we get him through this," Carol's saying as I stop by Herschel's cell. "We'll—"

"When we get him through this," Lori corrects.

"We'll need crutches."

"Right now, we could use some antibiotics." She grabs another rag. "Pain killers. Some sterile gauze. We need that infirmary."

"If there’s one, we’ll find it," Carol reassures her as she joins her on the floor. "You gotta be worried sick about delivering the baby."

She fixes Carol with a plain look and squares her shoulders, making herself look as strong as she can.

"Look at me," She says, her pretty face covered in sweat and muck. "I look worried?"

A little.

Carol considers her for a moment. "I think you look disgusting."

Soft laughter fills the cell.

"So do you," She says, before focusing her attention back on the old man. "We'll get through this."

The faucet squeaks as I turn it off.

The rust-colored water swirls and dribbles down the sides of the dirty porcelain, snaking into the plug hole. I've had a lotta different people's and animal's blood on me in my short time alive, but it's never felt quite this awful when I've washed it off afterwards.

Flexing my clean fingers a few times, I look up through my lashes, staring into the cracked mirror on the wall.

My face is a color-by-numbers, shattered into a million little pieces all stuck together, glinting under the florescent lights.

Even like this, I can make out the stump of my ear peeking out from under my hair. I always can. It's hard to believe what Carl said last night about me not being useless, when that's exactly how I feel right now. Maybe Dad was right — I'm no hero. Just nine.

Stepping outta the bathroom and into the corridor, I almost jump outta my skin at the sound of a voice.

"There you are."

Whipping around, I feel myself relax when I realize it's just Carl. "Oh. What is it?"

He wastes no time asking me, "You heard them talking before, right?"

"Who?"

"Carol and my Mom," He explains, keeping his voice low. Uh, oh. He's cooking something up. "About the infirmary."

Yeah, I heard. "They said we need crutches and ant- anto- antob—?"

"Antibiotics." He agrees helpfully. "Yeah. I was thinking you and me could go and get them together."

"What?"

"It's okay if you don't wanna come, but you know I'd keep you safe," He says reassuringly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody's there. "The others are all waiting for Rick and your Dad to do it, but they're too busy and we're running out of time."

Wanting to help when the adults were gonna be right there beside us was one thing, but going alone?

It seems the silence has spoken for me, because he feels the need to add, "I know where it is. There's a map."

Part of me wants to push past Carl and tattle to Glenn about all of this. It would be the right thing to do, and I'm sure it's what my Dad would want, but the other part of me, the one that feels small and puny but is actually the biggest part of me, wants to tell Carl to count me in. We would be helping Herschel by bringing back those supplies. Helping everyone. Ain't that everything I been wanting?

"Are you sure you know where it is?" I caution, 'cause I know I'm gonna say yes to him. "Like, exactly where?"

There's a reason we're thinking about doing this in the first place. Those corridors ain't the safest place to wonder around in.

He nods. "We go straight, right, left, left, right, and it'll be on our left."

That means absolutely nothing to me, but I believe him. "You know we're gonna get in big trouble."

"Yeah. But I'd rather get in trouble than sit here and do nothing," He shrugs. "Like I said, I won't be mad if you wanna stay."

He makes a good point. "I'm in."

"Awesome." The boy nods back down the corridor. "We need to go grab some stuff first."

I follow him into the cell hall and wait outside one of the rooms we're using as storage as he ducks through the doorway, stealing an empty bag and a flashlight from underneath the bottom bunk, before he reappears at my side again. "Good to go."

Hauling the bag over his shoulder, he leads me to the exit door and pushes on the metal bar.

Darkness stretches out on the other side.

We glance at each other.

Like Carol said — No time like the present.

With one last look at the back of Glenn's head, I step into the corridor just as he starts to turn around.

The door closes behind us.

I strain to make out his silhouette as he beats the head of the flashlight into his hand. Smack, smack. The floor and the walls suddenly blink into existence, the cone of light barely reaching into the depths of the corridor as it groans at us in warning.

"Stay behind me," He whispers bravely, before walking ahead of me and drawing his gun. "Let's go."

"I think Glenn saw us," I warn him, making sure not to lag behind. "He turned around."

"Don't worry. We'll be quick."

He pounces around the corner, training his gun's sights on something a few feet taller than him.

The empty, THUNK, of his silencer sounds out as I step up to his side.

A walker's legs fold in half, collapsing to the floor.

Letting out a sigh, he lowers his gun as the blood begins to spill out of its head. "That was some good aim, huh?"

"Good job, but keep goin', please," I complain, giving his back a bit of a shove.

"Sorry," He whispers as he steps over the body. "I just haven't practiced in a while."

We round the next corner, scaring off a couple cockroaches and sending them scampering under a metal door. I'm glad Carl remembers which route to take. It's impossible for me to know where I'm really going without the sun to use as a compass. All these dirty walls are starting to look the same to me, and I can't remember whether the turn we just took was a left, or a right, or something else entirely.

"We're not lost, are we?" I ask him as we make another turn, noticing a spray-painted arrow on the wall.

"We're not lost," Carl answers boredly. "It's just up here."

"Okay. You ain't painted these arrows, did you?" I wonder, even though I know that makes no sense.

"What? No—."

Without any warning, I bump into his back.

The corridor is blocked by a bunch of walkers. Oh. Shit. That's too many to take on. They turn their heads to check us out like owls in the dark as they stand there without much purpose, knocking shoulders with each other. The closest one takes a step toward us, with its knee hanging out from a rip in its jumpsuit, as Carl spots a door to our right, pointing at it and hissing something like, In there.

Pushing it open and slipping inside, Carl quickly shuts it behind us before any of the walkers can get in.

"Well, we can't go that way," He sighs as he pulls away, already looking for another way out.

"What happened to your good aim just now?" I tease as they start pawing against the door.

"Shut up." His eyes light up when he spots something. "There!"

He runs up to a set of double doors blocked by a fallen cabinet and grabs onto one of the handles, grunting as he pulls on it.

"Here. Let me help," I offer, pressing my shoulder against the cabinet.

We push and pull until the first door is no longer blocked, and—

"Harley, watch out!"

The door slams into my side. I'm almost knocked off balance as something stumbles through and grabs me by the arm. I shriek, looking up into the back of a walker's throat. Fuck. I try to wrestle free of it, reaching for the hilt of Merle's knife on my thigh.

As soon as I wrap my fingers around it, the walker is suddenly rammed into the door, as if hit by a car.

THUD!

I stumble backwards, dropping the knife to the floor.

Glenn pulls his blade free from the walker's ear.

The body slides down the door, leaving behind a long smear of blood, before collapsing onto the floor.

My heart pounds as I catch my breath.

Holy shit!

When I look up at Glenn, he's already frowning angrily at us. "What the Hell are you guys doing?"

"We—," I ain't quite sure what to say. I knew he saw us. "We were just—"

"It's no big deal," Carl tries to convince him. "I kept us safe. I killed a walker!"

Glenn gestures to the body. "Well, you didn't kill this one, Carl. What would've happened if I wasn't here?"

We don't need to say it. I would've ended up like Herschel.

Sensing that I really messed up this time, that I can't just argue my way outta this or angrily throw something across the room and walk away from it, I say nothing. This is all too similar to the day Carl and I snuck into the woods and came back only to get berated by our parents for doing something so completely stupid, that we might have even gotten ourselves hurt, or bitten, or maybe even killed.

"You know what? It doesn't really matter," Glenn sighs impatiently, shaking his head at us like we're a couple of gross stains on the bottom of his boot, before he picks my knife up off the floor. "You're here to get to the infirmary, right? That's what the bag is for?"

"We're really close," Carl nods as he hands the knife back to me. "It's just around the cor—"

"Yeah, I know where it is," He cuts him off. "Listen, we're here now, okay? We're gonna go there together and then we have to get back to the cell block. I had to leave Maggie in charge of Herschel to come after you guys. You know what that means, right?"

"Well... We didn't think you would," I explain meekly, even though I know he's right. It doesn't really matter.

"You're lucky I did," He retorts, and he's right again.

Whatever scolding we was gonna get for back-chatting last night just got a whole lot worse. God damn it.

"We're wasting time." He holds the door open for us. "Come on. Let's make this quick."

Stepping into the corridor, I mutter, "Sorry, Glenn."

His expression doesn't change. "Save that for your Dad."

Why do bad ideas always seem good at first?

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I hope you enjoyed reading!

Carl and Harley are just two dumb kids with too much passion. If I was looking after them, I think I'd have to put each of them in one of those backpacks with the leashes on them 😭

And Herschel ☹️

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