#fingers crossed someone other than me gets some enjoyment out of this

[blue-rose-soul]

Michael makes a deal with God - or something like a god - and the crying child makes a miraculous recovery. The price? Well, he’s not entirely sure yet. So far he’s simply trying to adjust to his new life in a strange land full of bizarre, magical creatures.

Aka, the self indulgent FNAF x PL: Arceus crossover nobody asked for. Includes some themes of suicide and child murder, as well as a graphic description of (what should be) a fatal injury. Read at your own discretion.

Edit: Now on AO3

His mattress smelled kind of funny and Michael found himself thinking that he probably should be washing his sheets more often. It was the first coherent thought to enter his mind since he’d stopped crying. He lay curled on his bare mattress, greasy hair pressed to the side of his head, face streaked with mucus and tears, and he thought about how funny his mattress smelled.

His room was uncomfortably bare. Bed stripped of sheets. Posters and drawings scattered on the floor with the thumbtacks missing. Drawers ripped open and emptied of every single pencil, pen, and even his paintbrushes. William had been sure to strip his room of anything that might possibly be of use before locking him in and leaving the empty house for the hospital where Evan had been admitted the night prior.

Evan’s screams still echoed in his ears. The shrill wailing. The deafening crack. The silence that followed. He could still feel Evan’s blood on his skin. It was on his face. In his hair. On his hands. Nausea crawled up Michael’s throat, and if he’d not already emptied his stomach twice - first on the floor of the Diner, and later in front of the house - he might have vomited again.

Michael’s eyes burned, but he didn’t know whether to fight the tears or let them fall. What right did he have to cry? He was the monster. He was the one who shoved his screaming brother face-first into his death. And yet what kind of monster wouldn’t even shed tears over his brother’s death?

Evan wasn’t dead yet, but Michael had seen the wound first hand. He’d seen the way his skull caved, eyes all but crushed inside the sockets. He’d heard Henry assuring his father that Evan would make it, the doctors would do everything they could, but Michael knew the most likely outcome. The image was seared into his mind, playing out even with his eyes closed.

If only he could go to sleep and never wake up.

If only Evan would open his eyes.

If only he could take Evan’s place.

If only.

He wished.

And prayed.

And something answered.

I HAST HEARD THY PRAYER.

Michael opened his eyes. Nothing in his vision changed. It remained dark. For a moment he thought he’d actually fallen asleep and the sun had set, but when he moved to sit up he realized he could no longer smell his crummy old mattress, nor feel its weight below him.

FOR WHAT PRICE WOULD THOU SEE THY WISH GRANTED? WOULDST THOU TRADE THY LIFE FOR ANOTHER?

The voice came from everywhere, and nowhere. It thundered in the empty void that surrounded him. It whispered in the back of his mind. Some part of Michael knew he should probably be freaking out and maybe some small part of him was. But amid the slurry of his dampened emotions he felt a glimmer of something that he thought he’d lost; hope.

“I-if... If I give you my life...” He wet his lips, heedless of the acrid taste of bile on his tongue. “Will you save Evan?”

A glimmer shone in the darkness, and faded out just as quickly. Then another, just over his shoulder. Another one, and another, hundreds of golden lights swirling around him and gathering together, coalescing in the air before him into a towering creature of light. Michael raised his hand to shield his eyes, squinting at the spaces between his fingers in a feeble attempt to make out some features of the radiant thing before him. Were those ears? Horns? Did it have a mane or was that the shape of its head? Did it have two legs? Four? A thousand?

IT IS WITHIN MINE POWER TO ANSWER THY PRAYER.

Slowly, Michael realized the brilliant light didn’t actually hurt. He lowered his hand. He could look right at the creature, but still make out nothing concrete. A bit of the fear he’d thought himself beyond feeling began to trickle to the surface of his mind. The thing’s head - what he thought was its head - dwarfed his entire body. Worse than its sheer size, however, was the sensation that, somehow, this thing could peer into him, his mind, his thoughts, his very soul laid bare before the creature’s gaze. Every private thought, every intimate detail - no matter how small -  that shaped Michael Afton was this creature’s to know. Even so, the fear he felt remained an echo of what he knew it should be. There was something almost comforting about the light he found himself bathed in.

“Then I’ll do it.” His chest ached, head dizzy with hope. “Whatever you want. But-” He swallowed thickly. The creature’s gaze bore down on him. “You can’t just keep him technically alive. I want... I want you to heal him. Like he was before. A-and you can’t just kill him right after. Please.”

No sense being rude to the bizarre alien creature offering to undo his mistake.

THY TERMS ARE AGREEABLE. THE BROTHER SHALT BE SAVED. IN EXCHANGE, THY LIFE IN THIS REALM SHALT COME TO AN END. DOST THOU FIND THESE TERMS AGREEABLE?

“...Yes.”

No sooner than the word had left his lips did Michael feel a warmth budding in his chest. The creature’s golden light enveloped him, filling the vast expanse and banishing the darkness.

As his eyes slipped shut for presumably the last time, Michael found himself thinking it wasn’t such a bad way to die. He only wished he could have told his brother he was sorry.

-

2 Years Later

-

Michael’s eyelids fluttered open. For a very brief moment he’d forgotten where he was. As the last vestiges of the dream faded he became aware of the cool summer breeze, the hum of insects nearby. The branches of the tree he’d chosen to nap under swayed as a birdlike creature took flight. Despite the season, the leaves retained the crimson hue for which the area had been named, and the surrounding grass shimmered gold in the breeze.

He sat up, stretched his arms overhead with an unrestrained yawn. As he did the billowing sleeves of the garment he’d taken to wearing pooled around his shoulders. Loose, billowing sleeves were designed to be easily gathered up and tied off for work or let loose to protect his arms from sun or stinging plants. It was the same dark blue as worn by the rest of his adopted people, trimmed with silver and marked with the crest of their almighty Sinnoh. The outfit had felt strange at first, but after a full two years in this place he could no longer imagine wearing anything else.

A leather-bound notebook lay in the grass at his side. He instinctively reached for it, and reassured of its presence, settled back against the tree. Just for a few more minutes. Before him the setting sun shone over the mire, muddy waters dappled with gold as the creatures that called this place their home milled about. A dragonfly the size of a skateboard zipped by, ignoring the non-threatening human sitting in the shade. A plantlike animal with wide, yellow eyes and three leaves atop its oversized head emerged from the grass, spotted him and, upon determining he was not interested in it, scuttled closer after the overripe fruits that had fallen from his shade.

Michael cracked a soft smile as he watched the petilil eat. It was funny how the sight of such creatures had filled him with terror before. How perfectly ordinary they seemed now. He was tempted to reach out to it and stroke one of its leaves, but he kept his hands hands interlaced in his lap, not wanting to startle the timid pokemon. It was out of arm’s reach besides.

A light nudge at his arm drew Michael’s attention from the petilil. Looking down he found a small fox-like creature staring up at him with huge, lipid eyes. The fox’s dark grey body was trimmed with puffy white fur that trailed off into curling blue wisps, ill-suited to the hot marsh. Like Michael, this creature was an outsider to this land. Perhaps that was why they were drawn to one another, though the pokemon at least was of this world.

“Guess we should start heading home before the ghastly come out, huh Smoky?”

Smoky yipped at him. Michael smiled, threading his finger’s through Smoky’s silky white mane and startling the nearby petilil with his sudden movement. He paid it no mind. Pushing himself to his feet and gathering up his sketchbook while Smoky ran ahead. Like the strange clothes and the strange creatures, this place had become comfortable to him as well. Enough so that he didn’t think twice about calling this land his home.

Some nights he still dreamt about his old world, and about the night he had been pulled from it. He wondered how Evan was doing, and if he and Elizabeth were well. Sometimes those thoughts extended to his father, though hardly to the same extent. He still didn’t understand why exactly the almighty Sinnoh - for that was who he had come to understand that creature of light was - had brought him to this place. So far it had asked nothing of him, simply leaving him to his own devices. Had it even kept its end of the bargain? But then, why would a being powerful enough to propel him through time and space to a whole other world bother making a deal if it didn’t intend to keep its end? No, he was certain Sinnoh had healed Evan, and that Evan and his family were living happily in that world.

For his part, he was perfectly content in Hisui. Strange and frightening as the pokemon were, they were also the most amazing things he’d ever seen. Just ahead of him, Smoky paused and stared back, waiting for him to catch up. When he did the zorua darted ahead and again paused to wait for him as they made their way back to the clan. His family. The ones who had welcomed him in and given him a life where he thought he had none. Whatever Sinnoh’s reasons, Michael considered himself blessed to have been taken from Hurricane, to have been brought here of all places, of all times.

For the first time in his life, he was glad to be alive.

-

They called his recovery a miracle.

Doctors couldn’t explain how it had happened. It shouldn’t have happened. His skull had been crushed into his brain! Yet when Evan finally opened his eyes after what felt like a week of nightmares he felt no worse than he had before. Better, even. There were no problems with his speech or hearing, no gaps in his memory. Though there were certain things he wished he could forget. When the doctors took an x-ray of his skull they couldn’t find so much as the tiniest hairline fracture. Truly, they said, it was a miracle.

Elizabeth was waiting for him when he woke up. Her and Father. But she was the one who climbed into his bed and wrapped him in a hug and said how happy she was he was okay while Father stood off to the side, offering him merely a bewildered stare and a satisfied nod. He didn’t ask why Mike wasn’t there. He was pretty sure he knew why.

The doctors wanted to keep him for some tests, but after they could find nothing wrong in two days Father put his foot down. Evan was discharged that afternoon. He was allowed to ride in the front seat on the way home, which was weird because that was usually Mike’s seat. But even on his final day at the hospital, Evan’s brother still hadn’t shown his face. He squeezed his stuffed bear tight in his arms the entire ride home, stomach twisting in on itself the nearer they got to their house.

Would Mike be there?

What would he say to him?

Would Mike try to hurt him again?

Was he even sorry?

Questions rattled around his miraculously-intact skull, and before he knew it Father was pulling is purple car into the driveway of their home. For a moment Evan thought he was going to throw up.

As it turned out, he needn’t have worried.

Mike wasn’t home. Mike wasn’t anywhere.

At first, Father said it was nothing to worry about. Michael had probably gone over to a friend’s house or run off somewhere to avoid facing the guilt of what he’d done. He didn’t mention the lock he’d put on Mike’s door. Elizabeth was the one who told Evan about that. It was another five nights before the police were finally called, and they simply said the same thing Father had. Mike had probably just run off somewhere out of guilt.

Not a month passed before Father packed up all of Mike’s stuff and put it in the attic. That made Evan feel sick for reasons he couldn’t begin to put into words. Eventually Evan worked up the nerve to ask where his brother had really gone. All that got him was his father’s ire and the same answer as always. Elizabeth was the only one who told him the whole truth. After the accident - everyone called it an accident, it wasn’t an accident - Mike had tried to hurt himself. If he really did run off, he probably tried again. If they hadn’t found him, he was probably dead.

Evan couldn’t accept that answer. Not without proof. They never found a body. One year after Michael’s disappearance, Charlie died. They found her body right there in the alley where she’d been killed. Then more kids started to disappear. Their bodies were never found either. And yet everyone in Hurricane wrote them off as dead, without any proof whatsoever.

Another year passed. A suspect was finally arrested - a night guard at the local pizzeria, the one Evan’s father happened to own - but they never found any proof and so the charges were dropped. Still, the stigma stuck and eventually the poor guy was harassed out of town. Everyone seemed satisfied the incident was over, even though those kids were still missing. Vanished into thin air, just like Mike.

Father changed. He became more withdrawn, more nervous. People said it was grief, but they hadn’t seen how quick he was to box up every last trace of Mike’s presence in their house and store it away or sell it off. Evan started fighting with his father. A lot. About school, about work, about Mike. Elizabeth learned to stay away from the both of them when they were angry, though she at least tried to help Evan calm down after. She was never successful though because she always insisted on sticking up for their father. No, of course he cares about us, he’s just busy with work. Of course he hasn’t forgotten about Mikey, it’s just painful for him to be reminded. He didn’t mean it when he hit you, he was just stressed...

Sometimes Evan wished whatever ‘miracle’ he’d gotten had just let him die. His family was shit. This town was shit. Life was shit.

And he was shit too.

The fifth anniversary of Mike’s disappearance came and went. It seemed he was the only one who noticed. He was fourteen now. Michael would be nineteen, an adult if he were still alive. That night, Evan slipped out of his room. He had plenty of practice moving without making noise. He snuck into Mike’s room, cold and empty and devoid of any trace of the person who’d once lived there. He didn’t pray often. In fact, the last time he remembered praying was when Mother had been with them, though his memories of those days were fuzzy. Still, as he laid himself down on the musty mattress that had once been Mike’s, he hoped there was someone who would care enough to listen.

As he drifted off into sleep, Evan thought he saw a golden light.

I HAST HEARD THY PRAYER.

#Arceus speak is... fun #yeah #that's one word for it #I started daydreaming about this idea but I wasn't sure about writing it at first bc I was worried it was too weird a crossover #then I realized all crossovers are inherently weird and went for it anyway #fingers crossed someone other than me gets some enjoyment out of this #it do feel good to be writing again #fanfiction #stuff I wrote #FNAF #Five Nights at Freddy's #FNAF crossover #Pokemon #Pokemon crossover #Pokemon Legends of Arceus #Michael Afton #Hisuian Zorua #Evan Afton #the Crying Child #Elizabeth Afton #William Afton #I actually think Liz probably died before Evan #but for the story to work the way I wanted it to I had to keep her alive #so just ignore any wonky timeline stuff that doesn't perfectly align with canon #kay? #kay #self harm discussed #suicide discussed #graphic description of head injury #child murder cw

[dilfl0v3rss]

this was the eren and reiner fic with a the different ending. i felt like it wasn’t what y’all wanted so i changed it, but if you’re interested in reading it here it is🤷🏽‍♀️

caller blocked

“ian ready for no relationship.” the excuse of excuses. the words that were always thrown your way after you’d try to convince your little “fling” that you wanted to be more. eren stood up, zipping his pants before grabbing his hoodie and heading out your dorm room. your situation was…complicated. well not really. you grew very attached to this man, looking for him at parties, going to every single one of his games, giving him your notes so he wouldn’t fail and get kicked off the team, and letting him fuck you whenever he wanted.

you were practically dating. or that’s what you thought. eren seen you as just another pretty little thing to keep his grades up and his dick wet. using you constantly while labeling it at love to keep you coming back for more. “b-but why ren?” eren dropped his shoulders, sighing before he walked back to you and raised your chin with his fingers. “you know the rules pretty. cant be tied down worrying about a girl during the season. when all of this craziness is over then we can work sum out.”

a smile bloomed on your face as you looked at eren in complete adoration. you couldn’t wait for the season to end so you could finally be with the man you love. your friends seen you as a complete idiot, and they had no problem trying to shut down your delusions. “girl what don’t you get? as soon as the season ends he gon drop you like a bad habit.” “yea he’s lying to you baby.”

you shook your friend as your friends annie and sasha tried to speak some sense into you. “he wouldn’t do that to me. h-he lo-” “he doesn’t love you and m’gonna prove it.” before you could reply annie pulls out her phone, clicking historias instagram story to show you what she posted in her close friends. there eren was, laying his head on her stomach with his arms wrapped around her as the rest of his body laid snug between her legs. the caption reading ‘pussy put his ass to sleep🤣’.

your eyes instantly welled with tears as you watched eren, your eren be with someone else the same way he’d be with you. annie was contemplating telling you for awhile. hoping that you’d come to your senses on your own without having to get hurt, but she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “why would he-” “because historias dumber than a bag of rocks and she doesn’t mind sucking and fucking a dick that’s been in half the campus.” sasha spit.

annie wiped your tears with a napkin from her purse before standing up with you on the quad bench. “fuck him furreal. there’s so many guys that have been tryna get at you, but you’ve been oblivious to them because of eren.” you nodded your head, acting as if you were agreeing but you were really heartbroken. the three of you said your goodbyes and you went back to your room. tears flooded your pillowcase as you thought about what you had just witnessed.

you were being played, but you weren’t about to just let it go. deciding that one day you’ll get your revenge, but right now you wanted nothing to do with him. weeks went by since you’ve last talked to eren. he wasn’t suspicious of it since he’d usually only talk to you when he needed something anyways. covering up his actions with “practice” to keep you from pestering him.

as annie said, a lot of guys have tried to get at you and instead of shooting them down like you usually did, you gave one a chance. you and reiner have gotten pretty close over the last few weeks. texting almost everyday, eating lunch together, and sharing your favorite books with each other in the library as you studied. he was sweet and charming.

always paying for your lunch no matter how many times you’ve tried to return the favor, walking you all the way to your dorm after a particularly late study sesh, and holding your hand when the two of you would cross the street. he mostly did that for his enjoyment, but you didn’t mind.

the two of you weren’t dating, but many people thought you were, given that one was barely seen without the other. “where’s your boo suge.” sasha would say when you finally hung out with your girls after three long weeks. “hush uppp. we just talking.” annie, sasha, and pieck busted out laughing before pieck leaked some information to you.

“girl you know we seen you getting your back blown out in the back of his jeep right?” your hands flew to your mouth as you gasped in shock. “yupp. saw him pulling your hair and allat right in our dorm parking lot.” sasha said as you covered your face in embarrassment before mumbling into your hands. “ooouuu yall so nosey i could strangle all three of you right now.” annie scoffed as she pulled your arms from your face.

“you think we’re dumb? you’ve been ditching us every chance you got. and when you do decide to finally hang out with us for a little, you come with a bunch hickies and a pimp walk.” all of you laughed at her last comment. rolling your eyes before checking your phone. speak of the devil.

rei🌻

‘got everything ready for movie night!’

‘waiting on you now mama💛’

you looked up from your phone, instantly getting pissed looks from your friends. “don’t even say nun. go be wit your man. enjoy it too because this weekend you all OURS. you hear me?” you giggled as you stood from your spot on sasha’s beanbag chair. “i hear youuu. love yallll!!” each of your friends replied with “love you toos” before you left to go spend time with reiner.

“aight i got nightmare on elm street and i got fri-” “princess and the frog” reiner chuckled as you looked up at him. sitting on his bed in nothing but his t shirt that you changed into as soon as you got there. “we watched that last time princess. you said you’d let me switch it up.” pink lip jutting out in a pout at he looked at you with sad eyes.

you laughed, watching this huge man with black ink dancing around his arms and chest being such a softy for you. his sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he situated himself under you on the bed. “okay then coco. i love un poco locoooo” a groan flew from his lips as he rolled his eyes at your choices. “no more disney. if i hear another song ima rip my ears off.”

the two of you ended up settling on john wick, but that didn’t really matter since it was thirty minutes into the movie where you found yourself plopping up and down on his thick dick. big veiny hand holding the back of your neck while his other arm was squeezing your ass. “how ya feeling princess.”

your moans flew directly into reiners ear as your hands gripped the pillow next to his head. “s-so good papa. real good.” his pace slowed as he started putting more of his inches into you. your hands flew to his hair, stroking and pulling his blonde crown with your eyes closed tightly. “that’s what i like to hear. love making my pretty girl feel good.” you were so out of it you didn’t even notice that reiners hand was no longer on your ass. instead he was texting your ex fling on your phone.

ren ren💚

‘yo. you up?’

he seen the name pop up and instantly got heated, knowing what he’s done to you. he grabbed the device without thinking as he made quick work to delete his number before replying.

you

‘yea what’s up?’

347-***-****

‘miss you mama🤧’

‘let me pull up on you’

‘the nerve of this guy’ reiner thought as a quick idea came up into his head. he quickened his strokes, laying the phone on the bed as the phone dialed erens number. “o-o-ooouuu rei you feel so good.” a smirk crept onto his face. “i feel good pretty girl?” you nodded your head, whining after you felt a hard slap to your ass. the sound bouncing off the walls as his one hand took up lots of space on your asscheek.

“use those words mama. like when you talk t’me.”

“y-you feel so g-good daddyyyy” reiner looked up at you in adoration before connecting his lips with yours in a sloppy kiss. smacking sounds ringing loud in the air as he practically devoured you. reiner glanced back at the phone to see that eren had hung up, a bunch of texts popping up as he scrolled through each of them.

347-***-****

‘wyd y/n?’

‘man you so lame for that fr’

‘how you just gon give my pussy away like that?’

‘he never gon be able to fuck you like i do’

‘cmon baby don’t pass up a relationship with me for braun…’

‘i swear i’ll never text historia again’

‘she could never amount to you ong baby’

‘baby?’

‘text me back y/n :(‘

‘at least still study with me…historia’s so dumb i’ll get kicked off the team fasho’

*caller blocked*

reiner threw your phone to the side before laying you on you your back. pulling out of you before moving his head towards your pussy. his pink lips wrapped around your clit before licking up and down your middle. “all mine right baby?” his green eyes met your brown ones. the two of you staring deeply into each other before you nodded you head slowly.

“all yours”

#aot x black reader #reiner x black!reader #reiner x black reader #reiner x black y/n #reiner smut #reiner braun x black!reader #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun x black y/n #reiner braun smut #aot reiner x black reader #aot reiner x black!readee #aot reiner x black y/n #aot reiner braun x black reader #aot reiner braun x black!reader #aot reiner braun x black y/n #aot reiner smut #aot reiner braun smut

[yarrystyleeza]

Congratulations on the milestone, friend!!! 🎉🎉 I’m so excited for you! 💖

So for your sleepover event I’d like to send in a request for someone that is probably NOT expected from me. Can I please get some fluff for one of my other absolute loves Daryl Dixon? Maybe something fluffy about being unable to fall asleep? Possibly something with a love confession? Whatever feels right for you I'd be excited to read! I miss my crossbow wielding love 😭❤

Thank you so much, Bella! This was definitely a milestone, and it wouldn't have been possible without you, thank you again! 🥰💞

And as for the request, I had such a fun time writing it, I missed Daryl so much and your request brought back so many memories 🥺💞💞💞

Night Birds (D.D)

Requested by @bellaxgiornata

Pairing and dynamic: Daryl Dixon x female!reader — friends to lovers

Prompt: fluff, one bed trope, unable to fall asleep, love confession

Word count: 2.2k!

Writer's note: this took me a while to write, not just because I haven't written anything for Daryl in more than 3 years, but the story building wasn't easy, and I just hope it's enjoyable and fun. Also, this lil fic is heavily inspired by Panic! At The Disco's out of the Vault "night birds", unfortunately it was taken down from YouTube due to copyright issues but here's a snippet of it on twt

"shit." you muttered under your breath, looking at the one bed at the end of the cabin, you squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose. You and Daryl left Alexandria and went scavenging this morning, but your journey took way longer than expected and it was dangerous for you to take the road back home in this wintery night.

You twisted your lips in a thoughtful pout, Daryl soon notices that after he had locked the cabin door. "what?" he narrows his blue eyes as he asks, "it's a..." you gesture in the direction of the bed, "oh." he commented..

The two of you stood in place—silently for a full minute before Daryl makes a suggestion. "I can sleep on the floor--" immediately, you shook your head in disapproval, "no, Daryl, it's too cold and you might get sick," you fired back, "but I don' think that thin' can hold us up together, y'know," Daryl objected, "a bed is still a bed, even though it looks old, and rusty, and small... and a little crooked..." you gesture at the odd position the bed was in, tilting your head to try to find any correct angle in this bed.

Daryl stood silent for a moment to recollect his thoughts and you eyed him patiently, he eyed you a little before speaking, you cross your arms, pout your lips and knit your brows, waiting for him to drop the bomb of a thought because you knew what he's about to say now.

"there's another cabin down the road, 15 minute walk from here..." you rolled your eyes with a very loud objective groan, uncrossing your arms, "of course no, Daryl," he mirrored your eye roll, "don't even ask why, you know why, we need to always stick together, like— how am I supposed to make sure you're okay?" you interrupted before he could defend his suggestion, "we have our walkie-talkies--" he shrugged, "we don't," you whispered and he grimaced immediately, "what d'ya mean?" his brows got knitted, you smiled your teeth out.

"I thought it was a quick trip so I thought we didn't really need them..." you twisted your fingers as you answered with a low voice.

You lied about that, you actually brought the devices and you hid them in your backpack, you just wanted him to stay with you.

You've known Daryl for a really long time, you met back at Hershel's farm. You were a lone survivor and you happen to stumble upon Daryl in the woods. You needed a shelter and Hershel's family home provided this for you and in exchange, you helped them on their search for Sophia. Unfortunately it didn't go as intended, and everyone had to face the ugly truth about her death.

But during the search—Daryl accidentally got shot by Andrea and you offered to stay and take care of him—since everyone else was busy; and you found peace in his presence. That was the day you became true friends, inseparable friends.

Wherever Daryl was, you were with him. You were always together on missions, and whenever Rick talked about a scavenging mission you were the first one signing up the moment you know Daryl was on it too. You couldn't truly connect with other members in the group, you were shy and had troubles bonding with a big group of people, but you were always nice to them.

But, Daryl holds a special place in your heart, and you could never deny that. You were two lone wolves who found a little peace of mind together.

Now, you can see how frustrated he is, the look of both anger and worry are soaking his gentle features. "I'm sorry, Daryl," you muttered softly between your teeth, he shrugged, "forget 'bout it, pet."

You took your backpack off your shoulder and placed it by the end of the bed, you kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your heavy winter jacket. You fluff your hair and gently you lie down the mattress and your body sinks in. You were exhausted.

You watch Daryl as he makes his way to the bed, his expression is a little unsure of his actions and it was confusing, you rarely saw that face of him, he's nervous, silent and red. Daryl slowly sits on the edge of the bed, he lies down on your left side and you feel how timid he is.

"goodnight, Daryl," you lie on your back and you fix your eyes on the ceiling, he shifts a little, mirroring your pose but his hands are behind his head, his leather covered elbow brushes your cheek softly. "goodnight, pet," Daryl gently replies.

And you stay like that for hours, both facing the ceiling, you start counting the cracks in the wooden surfaces and they're twenty one, you want to pull your eyes out of their sockets to force yourself to sleep but you can't, the clock hanging on the wall had long died, you feel like a nocturnal animal who's unable to close its eyes but feeling drunk and paralyzed, you're too aware of how loud your heart is pumping tonight, you can feel every particle of dust falling onto your skin, and your breathing is so audible that you feel it ringing in your ears, it's uncomfortable and overwhelming.

Your eyes glance to the side and you notice how silent Daryl is, but he wasn't asleep either. "you can't sleep, right?" you mumble, your eyes are back on the ceiling, recounting the clefts, did their number increase?

"nah, and I guess you aren'..." he replies with the same calm tone, still looking up. "do you remember that night—back at Hershel's farm when neither of us was able to fall asleep?" you try to remind him.

The night Daryl got shot, you drank a huge amount of coffee in order to stay awake and take care of him, it was a terrible decision, because you spent the night and the next morning—shaking in weakness. And Daryl was in so much pain he couldn't close his eyes either but kept lying to you—telling you it feels more like a scratch. You kept hearing him groaning quietly and you kept petting his head to try and make his focus shift to the movement of your fingers in his hair. It was a very exhausting night but you woke up collapsed over Daryl as you had sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"I get the same vibes here," your heart beats faster, you have no idea why you're nervous but you are. "us getting stuck together and having to deal with each other," you chuckle a little as you recall the events, "you were so pissed about me following you everywhere but then you got shot and I had to stay the night and take care of you," you keep on talking, almost feeling like you're talking to yourself. Daryl was silent, it was a little heartbreaking that he had no reaction to it.

"jeez, sorry for giving you a headache--" you sigh, tears almost stray out of your heavy eyelids, "at all, pet, I love listening to ya talkin' bout anythin'," he cuts you off, you feel his weight shifting next to you, you glance to the side and you see his blue eyes shining back at you in the dim light.

"I thought you were annoying at first but, I can't lie to ya, turns out you never were, pet," you giggle at his affirmation, "maybe because I'm a little too loud to you," you admit, your energies might have never matched but you still found harmony within it.

You remember the day you got kidnapped by Merle back at Woodbury, Daryl came over with the group to rescue you, Maggie, and Glenn. You were never able to remember anything about that event, never recalled how many hours or days you were gone but there was only one thing you remember for sure, Daryl ran up to you the moment he saw you and hugged you tight—almost crushing you in his arms. Something in you changed and you felt attracted and more attached to him. The worry in his blue orbs, and his tight hug still burns your skin.

Then the day everything fell apart and you had to flee the prison. You were introduced to the overprotective side of Daryl, he never left your side since then, and you always found yourself safe in his presence.

You never wanted to be away from him, and you hated the fact that you got separated when you first arrived to Alexandria, you were so mad that you picked up a fight with him intentionally so he could spend more time talking to you. You felt torn apart whenever he had to leave for a scavenging mission without you, and you couldn't stand any lady trying to hit on him.

The realization hits you hard... You've been in love with Daryl for longer than you can imagine.

"you look tired, pet, you need t' sleep," you almost chuckle at his words, "wish I could but I can't," you mumble. He half sits on the bed, "c'mere, pet," you look up at him, his arms are open wide for you, your heart twists in your chest as you try to make up your mind. You give up and place your head over his chest, his heart pumping next to your ear, his fingers delicately slip through your hair and he gently moves his tips on your scalp in circular motions, your eyes flutter shut and you snuggle your face into him.

His movement misses around with your heartbeat, poor little thing is thundering in your chest. You truly can't live without him.

"I care so much 'bout you, pet," your heart dropped, could this mean that you weren't the only one feeling it? You weren't so sure about it yet, but you decided you should let him finish his words.

But then his hand travels down, leaving your hair, his palm cups your cheek and his thumb fondles your blushed skin. "I care— so much 'boucha that I never think of anythin' else except for ya," you shift your head to look up at him and you find him staring back down at you.

You couldn't help but lift your head off his chest to sit straight and look directly at him in disbelief, he's astonished by your reaction and you see him lowering his eyes to his now tangled fingers. "I shouldn't 've talked about it, 'm sorry," he mumbles and you shift closer to him.

You don't quite know how you did it, but you aimed a kiss to his lips and he is taken by surprise. The very first time you've ever put your lips on him feels so unique, but you're to scared to indulge in the feeling. You part away from him, his face is unreadable, he turned pale white. Realizing what you just did. Did he actually feel anything for you? Does he even like you back? Was this the right thing to do? Or did you misunderstood the whole situation? You had no answers for those questions.

You're overthinking it a lot that you don't notice him moving closer to you, cupping your cheeks and drawing you into a kiss. Your shoulders fall and your hands envelope the back of his neck, gently tugging onto his long locks. His hands round your waist and you could feel the smile on his lips, he draws you over to his lap and he hugs you tight as the kiss continues.

He kisses you sweetly, and you only melt more into him, fumbling his face with the tips of your fingers, feeling the soft stubble on his cheeks. His hands go back over your cheeks and he's softly caressing them, tucking your hair behind your ears and you feel his lips stretching once again.

Daryl slowly pulls away from you, he's shy, he's nervous, he's flustered, and surely he's shaking but his smile is so big that you could barely see his ocean blue eyes. "so sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I was just—" you say and he giggles at you, "gosh, I love you, Daryl," you chuckle, the small of your hands are still enveloping his cheeks, "I love you too, pet, always did," Daryl slowly pulls you back into another kiss, you both smile as you sip on the uniquely sweet flavor you two created.

"think you can get some sleep now, angel?" Daryl murmured while your lips are still locked upon each other, you nodded with a slight chuckle, "alright, lemme tuck you in, lil' one," you slip from over his lap and he shuffles back to his place, taking you in his arms and resting your head onto his chest, playfully messing with your hair, you round his waist with your leg and snuggle into his chest, he keeps peppering your temple with little pecks until you both fell asleep.

Daryl wakes up early and he gently pulls himself from under you—in fear of disturbing your deep sleep, he gets up and makes his way to the little dining table where he had placed his bag, he scavenges through it for food but he finds nothing.

Daryl tries his luck with your backpack and searches through it, and that's where he finds the walkie-talkies you hid all day long... And you had witnessed his finding yourself.

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Goes On Chapter Seven

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

word count: 3.5k

Six ←→ Eight

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Ridge Academy, NY

2/10/60

Once classes ended Charlie found himself walking to the schools pay phones, excited to call his friends, and see what they had been up to so far this week. It was the one thing he looked forward to. He wasn’t sure if it was because it made him feel closer to Neil or if he had gone so long without talking to them it was all he wanted to do. Either way he finally felt a semblance of happiness since the whole mess had happened and Charlie was just gonna have to make do, one phone call at a time.

Yet when he rounds the corner to find the line of pay phones he also finds the familiar girl with brunette hair cascading down her back and a soft smile on her face. He takes a moment to admire her, the way she acts fondly about the person on the other end, how her fingers curl around the coiled wire, as if the rest of her body was on autopilot. She was so God damn beautiful and Charlie was such a fool, a fool for not being able to let the old him out. The old him that would do everything in his power to charm her.

“Hey you” his voice is sultry smooth, arms caging her in, and landing on either side of the pay phone. She’s so close he can smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair and the faint smell of her rose perfume. She turns with a wide smile, eyes glimmering with amusement, face so close that if he moved forward just a few more inches he could kiss her.

“Oh that’s just some classmate of mine, thinks he has a chance or something” she says into the phone, devious grin flashing back at Charlie. He figures whoever is on the other end asked who he was and all he could do was roll his eyes at the girl.

“I know. If he bothers me I’ll let you know” she says with a soft chuckle and Charlie raises his eyebrows, glancing at the girl.

“Me? Bother you? No way” he mouths, a hushed whisper coming from his mouth and she bites her lips to suppress a laugh. The sight of it alone makes Charlie’s heart clench. After eating dinner with her that one night he had somehow let her in. Not close enough to bare his soul like he had with his own friends but enough to finally feel comforted by someone around here. He regretted not staying strong but Evelyn somehow was the exception.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later. Love you” she says into the phone and Charlie raises his eyebrows in questioning again. Watching as she turns back around to hang up the phone, still caged in by the boys arms.

“Boyfriend?” he questions and she giggles out loud this time, warming Charlie over.

“Brother actually” she tells him and now he actually is more confused than before.

“He doesn’t go here?” he asks and Evelyn shakes her head.

“No he practically begged my parents to go to public school, plus he’s only eleven, so I don’t think they had it in them to mind. Babies of the family, they get away with everything” she says with amusement glimmering in her eyes and Charlie wishes he had grown up with siblings. It might’ve made growing up with his parents much more bearable.

“So if I bother you, you’re gonna sick an eleven year old on me?” he teases and Evelyn crosses her arms, shrugging.

“Possibly, he does have a mean swing. As his only sister, I would know” and that has Charlie laughing loudly, mentally cursing himself for still not asking the girl to the dance.

“I’ll take your word for it” he tells her and Evelyn grins right back.

“What brings you to the pay phones on this fine Wednesday afternoon?” she questions and Charlie smiles.

“Calling Todd, today’s his day” he says and Evelyn snorts which Charlie finds adorable.

“They have designated days? Is Knox only Fridays then?” she teases right back and Charlie shakes his head, brunette hair swinging.

“No Knox is Tuesdays. Friday nights he spends with his girl” and Evelyn doesn’t miss this way his eyes glance down at her lips when he says ‘his girl’.

“Convenient” she teases and he rolls his eyes at her once more.

“If you don’t mind waiting doll we can go grab some dinner after this” he tells her and Evelyn smiles, still basking in the feeling Charlie was willing to spend time with her.

“I was actually going to meet Nate for trivia on campus but you’re welcome to come” she says and Charlie chuckles, thinking of his room mate who had seemed very on edge lately. If he knew him better he would know why but he figured it was just school.

“I’ll walk you to it, trivia isn’t for me” he says and now Evelyn is the one rolling her eyes at him. Charlie just finds it cute though as he finally pushes himself up off the wall and reaches for the pay phone in front of her. She watches as he drops a few coins in the machine and dials a number familiar to only him.

“Yes, I’m calling for Todd Anderson” he says, raising his eyebrows at Evelyn who watches fondly. After a few minutes of waiting, Evelyn trying to poke Charlie and urge him to finish up already, Todd finally answers.

"There he is" Charlie grins when the familiar voice comes through the phone.

"Charles" Todd greets back with a grunt and Charlie can't help but laugh. He was sad his friend had come out of his shell after he was no longer there to see it. The things he would do to see Todd stand on that desk and stick it to Nolan like that. So much better than a phone call from God.

"How are you, turning in all your assignments on time I suppose?" Charlie teases, knowing Todd was still a goodie two shoes no matter how out going he had become. He could practically see Todd rolling his eyes now.

"Well yeah considering my punishment is to work study under Nolan for the rest of the year. I do all my homework in his office" and Charlie almost winces from the punishment because that must be horrible. That meant no study group with the guys and when you had a question you had to ask Nolan.

"The rest of the year, man all I got was my ass beat and pots and pans for two weeks" Charlie says recalling the punishment he recieved for his own big stunt. He couldn’t sit in his chair properly for a week but at least he had tried to make change. Evelyn just wears a confused look as he hears him say this.

"I guess outwardly disobeying Nolan is much much worse than asking for girls to attend Welton" Todd says which has Charlie laughing again.

"Yeah well much to Nolan's dismay, him kicking me out landed me in a school with girls. Joke's on him" Charlie jokes, looking at the only girl in this God forsaken school that he had somehow gotten close too. She wears a smirk, hearing him mention girls and she hopes more specifically her.

"I'm pretty sure the joke is on those poor girls. Charlie Dalton and his miserable flirting" Todd picks on the boy and Charlie doesn't have the heart to tell him that he had given up the flirting and confident act. That he was just as miserable as the rest of the world if not more.

"Miserable flirting, me? Never" Charlie tells the boy, and Evelyn gives him a confused look because this guy talking on the phone right now is still one she hasn’t gotten to know. Yet a flash of him appears when he spots the look on her face and reaches to grab a strand of her hair, curling it slowly around his fingers.

"Yeah right- Oh, here's Meeks" Todd says before the phone shuffles around.

"Hello Sir" his red headed firends voice floods through the phone and Charlie can't help but crack a smile.

"Meeks, where have you been? My Latin grade is rapidly dropping and my teachers are starting to wonder why" he says referring to all the times Meeks spent hours making sure Charlie not only finished his homework but at least understood it.

"It's a dead language Charles, they'll never question it" he says and Charlie feels that familair clench around his heart. The one that happens everytime he misses being at that school and with his friends.

"I suppose you're right Meeks, it must just be that I miss you bossing me around" Charlie says and he watches as the brunnete girl perks up in front of him. He actually still couldn't believe he told her about all of them. He just hadn't told her what happened to them quite yet.

"We all miss you Nuwanda” the boy says and Charlie smiles, losing his cool and confident act with his friends. Especially when they got sentimental like this.

“Yeah, I miss you guys too. We’ll try and make plans soon” and Evelyn doesn’t miss the sad look on his face and she realizes just how much he misses his friends.

“Okay, bye guys” he says one last time before hanging up the phone and flashing a smile her way. Suddenly he’s distracted, no longer the boy who was just teasing her.

“You got your ass beat?” Evelyn questions, hoping to bring back that smile on his face. When he chuckles softly she realizes it just might’ve worked.

“That’s a story for another time, let’s get you to trivia” he says, arm falling over her shoulders and ready to escort her throughout the school. Evelyn smiles softly at him and shocks Charlie when her hand reaches up and laces with the one hanging off her shoulders.

“You’re different with your friends you know?” she tells him and Charlie nods slowly.

“Yeah well, they’ve known me for my entire life. Never got a chance to hide who I was from them” he tells her and Evelyn sighs, loving her new friendship with the boy but hating entirely that he wasn’t himself with her still.

“Is that you admitting how you hide your true self from us?” she questions again as they round the corner, eyes on the rec room set up for trivia this week.

“It was never a secret Ev, I just have a lot going on” he tells her as they push through the door and before she can question him even further they both realize fairly quickly trivia is not what’s happening here.

Alone beside a table is Nate holding a poster. A bouquet of flowers and some balloons sit on the table beside him, his eyes are hopeful until they land on Evelyn with Charlie’s arm wrapped around her shoulders and fingers laced with her own. Evelyn takes a moment to register exactly what’s happening but when she reads ‘Ev, will you go to the Valentines Dance with me?’ she’s quick to remove herself from Charlie.

“Nate, what’s going on?” she questions and Charlie takes one look at him and realizes what he should of when he first started here. Nate is in love with Evelyn.

“Uh, I’m trying to ask you to the dance” he mutters, eyes darting between the two and Evelyn is approaching him, almost in a way to not scare him.

“Why?” she questions and Nate’s eyes are quick to dart to Charlie, embarrassed that the boy was here to witness this.

“I’m gonna go” Charlie mutters and is out the door lighting fast as Evelyn searches Nate for answers.

“I just, I assumed no one had asked you yet” he says, arm gesturing to where Charlie had just made his great escape. Yet Evelyn doesn’t get what he means.

Nate means that he had assumed Charlie hadn’t already beaten him to it but based on the way the both of them walked through the door he assumed wrong. Evelyn takes it as him being good old reliable Nate. Her dear friend who doesn’t want her to attend a dance on her own. Her friend willing to give up his own date to help her. She still doesn’t get that he’s in love with her.

“Nate that’s sweet you don’t want me to go alone” she starts, trying to reach out for him and Nate realizes quickly his mistake.

“No I-”

“But I’m hosting the dance, I can’t take a date. It’s kinda business for me, not pleasure” and Nate snaps his mouth close. There was no use fighting, he’d already humiliated himself enough. At least this way he knew Evelyn wasn’t going with Charlie either. In fact she wasn’t going with anyone.

“Oh, well in that case” he says, arms starting to wrinkle the poster in his hands that he felt stupid for holding.

“It was such a sweet gesture though. I’ll save you a dance even” she tells him and Nate shakes his head with a chuckle, tossing the now mangled poster in the garbage.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about me” he says and Evelyn gives him a soft smile before pulling him in a hug.

“You’re a good friend Nate and the next dance I don’t plan, I’m all yours” she says and Nate feels his heart shatter once more because maybe everyone was right. He had waited far too long and now he never stood a chance with her.

“Sounds like a plan” he says pulling back, trying to hide the sadness written all over his face. Evelyn just smiles before looking back at the door, he assumes for Charlie.

“Well since there really isn’t any trivia, I better be off to do some homework” she tells him and Nate nods, collecting the roses and balloons on the table.

“Okay, I’ll see you later” he bids her and she smiles and waves before scurrying back off. Nate sighs and looks at the flowers and string of balloons in his hands. With a swift movement he dumps them in the trash right along with the poster and officially gives up.

Not wanting to face his room mate knowing the rejection he just faced from a girl they both liked, he starts for the doors to the outside. Determined to spend the rest of the day moping in his self pity alone.

It’s dark by the time Nate makes it back to campus. Any later and it would’ve been past curfew. He still hadn’t gotten over what had happened and worst of all he no longer had a dorm to himself. He shared it with the very guy that was stealing the girl he loved whether he realized he was or wasn’t. Yet when he reaches the door and doesn’t see any light flooding out the bottom of it, he sighs a sigh of relief.

Slipping inside as quietly as he can he changes into some pajamas and crawls into his bed. He still feels the heavy weight of crying from behind his eyes but he wouldn’t risk Charlie hearing him. So he tried to get comfy, erase the image of Evelyn denying him and friend zoning him all in one go. There was no way now he could ever prove to her his feelings, he was already in too deep.

“You said you were just friends” Nate stiffens at Charlie’s voice filling the dark room, assuming he had been asleep this whole time.

“That wasn’t a lie” Nate responds after a moment and he hears Charlie sigh.

“You should have told me you liked her” and Nate wears a confused look even though Charlie can’t see it.

“Why, you clearly like her too?” Nate says, his voice clipped and holding an anger he didn’t want to take out on the boy because Evelyn wasn’t his property.

“Yeah but if you had said when I asked, I never would’ve gotten close to her. You don’t do that to friends” and Nate feels his heart break once more this afternoon because before Evelyn and Charlie, he was hopeful for a best friend and he had let that get away from. He had spent so much time resenting him to even realize Charlie might’ve finally let him in.

“We’re friends?” Nate can’t help but ask and Charlie chuckles in the night air.

“Yeah man, as much as I hate to admit it. I feel like a real shit one right now for falling for your girl like that though” and it’s finally out there. A confirmation and in the open for Nate to hear. Somehow it’s more comforting to know then harmful.

“I don’t blame you, I’ve loved her since I was thirteen. She’s one in a million” Nate says staring at the ceiling he can barely make out in the darkness.

“Why didn’t you tell her then? All those years ago?” Charlie questions and Nate shrugs into his sheets, thinking of thirteen year old him too scared to say something to her.

“I felt silly. We had been friends so long and I thought it’d be weird. After a while I just didn’t want to face rejection” Nate admits, knowing how lame he sounds. Charlie wished he could understand that, considering he told everyone exactly how he felt about them his whole life.

“This is coming from your friend, not the guy going after your girl, but you waited too long man. You became someone trustworthy to her, someone to always fall back on, reliable. Once a girl starts seeing you like that you become the guy she goes to when other guys hurt her” Nate knows it isn’t a bad thing but Charlie is right. You either become reliable in a relationship or reliable to the point of a brother, and that’s why getting out of the friend zone was so hard.

“So I shouldn’t have waited around?” he asks curiously, realizing Charlie was wiser than he expected.

“No man and you shouldn’t wait around for anything. We have one life, why waste it? You never know when it’s going to end so everyday spent waiting is one that’s lost! Carpe Diem! Seize the day!” Charlie rants, excitement hitching in his voice, and when his words resonate within him he freezes. For the first time since Neil had died that burning passion had found its way out of him and in its midst he realized exactly what he had been doing. He hadn’t been seizing the day, he was wasting it. Wasting it because he was heartbroken and if Neil could see him now he’d be pissed.

“It sounds like you know” Nate tells him, feeling the statement rattle around in his brain and hearing Charlie’s heavy breathing from across the room.

“I do Nate and no life is worth living if you can’t get the things you want out of it” he says, finally realizing exactly why Neil might’ve made the decision he did.

“Have you Charlie?” Nate asks and Charlie starts to laugh. Laugh at his own pure stupidity for wasting all this God damn time.

“No but I plan on starting tomorrow if you want to start with me?” Charlie asks and Nate grins from ear to ear. Evelyn may never see him the way he wants him to but he finally had a friend. One he made on his own. He could get over her with a friend.

“Yeah, plus I’d like to finally see you getting out there” Nate tells him and Charlie wears a matching smile that the boy cannot see.

“Can I tell you something Nate, something you won’t tell anyone until I’m ready? I just need to hear myself say it” Charlie asks, his voice desperate and pleading. All around sad and Nate can tell from across the room.

“Yeah man, whatever you need” and Charlie feels the tears pool in his eyes. He stares at his own ceiling and takes a moment to breathe.

“My best friend Neil died. He was just seventeen and when something like that happens you find life isn’t really worth living for if they’re not around” Nate freezes at the words, the truth hidden deep within the boy who had seemed so broken. Now he knew why.

“I’m so sorry Charlie. No one should lose anyone that young” Nate offers and Charlie smiles, his tears sliding down the sides of his face and into his pillow.

“Yeah but if he was here right now he’d be telling you the same thing. He didn’t want to waste a second of his life and even if he died so young I can promise you he didn’t” and for the first time in months Charlie feels a weight being lifted from his chest. The suffocating feeling he had lived with for so long.

“Carpe diem then” Nate says, finally resonating with Charlie and the truth that he carries. He was a broken man who was just trying to find his way. It can’t be easy to lose your best friend and be expelled all at once.

“Seize the day”

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A Sleeping Dragon

“This movie is completely unrealistic!” spoke out Logan, completely and utterly exasperated during Wreck it Ralph. Family movie nights never went according to plan. “There is no possible way video game characters could interact in that way and frankly, the way the inner workings of electrical units are portrayed is ridiculous.”

Roman sighed. He looked down at Virgil who was laying into him fast asleep. “Logan, it’s just a movie. It's a silly movie. It isn’t meant to be realistic.”

Patton giggled. “Yeah, Lo! It’s just a movie.”

Logan huffed. “I don’t see how someone could enjoy a film when it is so blatantly ridiculous.” Roman rolled his eyes, while Patton just giggled again. “It should have at least some aspect of a realistic component to it.”

”Just watch the movie, Specs,” huffed Roman in annoyance.

Virgil, who was curled up napping in between Roman and Patton with his head in Roman’s lap, stirred. He grunted, very annoyed. “Who woke me up?”

All three sides froze. You did not want to be the person who woke Virgil up. He didn’t sleep much, so when he did, he expected to not be disturbed.

“Well? I’m waiting,” demanded Virgil, now sitting up straight. He looked around in question, arms crossed.

Roman blurted out, pointing an accusatory finger toward the logical trait in the recliner. “Logan was complaining about the movie!”

Logan glared at Roman in indignation. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to speak during the whole movie?” he inquired angrily. He turned to Virgil. “Besides, I would have dropped it if Roman would have just nodded and agreed with me. But no, he had to argue,” he added scowling.

Virgil hid his smirk and instead raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so?” In reality, he never actually got mad when he was woken up. He just liked messing with the others (especially Roman) however he could. Virgil figured he could have some fun with this.

”O-oh, well-” stuttered Roman.

“I thought I heard something other than Logan’s voice! I heard someone else who was frankly quite louder than Logan!” interjected Virgil looking up at Roman. Roman paled.

“Ah well, I was just defending the movie that’s all,” he replied, trying to hide his fear and failing miserably. “Simply making conversation.”

Virgil smothered a grin. He loved making Roman nervous. “Well, Roman, we all know you’re a lot louder than Logan; it was probably you who woke me up.”

“Now that’s not always-“

Roman was cut off by his yelp, feeling a poke at his ribs. “No interrupting!” scolded Virgil, this time forgetting to mask the grin and the obvious enjoyment he was getting out of this.

Roman blanched as Virgil’s intentions were made clear. “Virge, I’m sorry! Honest! You can go back to sleep, and we’ll all be quiet okay?” He glanced around to see if any of the other Sides would lend a hand. Logan was pretending to be fascinated by the movie suddenly and Patton was also suddenly too ‘preoccupied‘ to notice. He began to grow very nervous as Virgil crept up closer to him.

“Well, I’m already awake now thanks to you-“ he poked Roman’s side again who squeaked at the touch. Virgil‘s evil smile took up his whole face. “I’m very upset, Roman. My sleep was disturbed.” Roman began whining and backed into the arm of the sofa as Virgil continued to get closer. Patton and Logan finally turned their attention to the two traits in the middle of a standoff.

“Don’t hurt him, Virgil!” pleaded Patton.

“I appreciate your concern, but don’t worry Pat. I won’t hurt him. Physically anyway. His pride might be a little bruised.” Virgil smirked again. Roman continued to plead with the darker side despite knowing full well that nothing would stop what was about to happen.

“Come on, Virgil, please! I promise it won’t happen again! I- EEP!“ A pinch to his side.

“Too late, Princey. In all your years of being a prince, has no one told you the most important rule?“

Virgil paused as if trying to build up even more anticipation. He leaned in so close, that Roman could feel the anxious Side’s breath against his neck.

“Don’t wake a sleeping dragon.”

With that, he pounced on Roman and scribbled all over his torso immediately causing the Prince to break into frantic cackles. He mercilessly tickled all over and despite Roman’s defenses, Virgil was just too fast. Every place he tried to guard, the anxious side would just tickle somewhere else. Roman was hysterically laughing and resorted to calling for help from the others.

“HEEHEHEHELLLPPP!!” He cried through his desperate laughter.

“You shouldn’t require our assistance. You should be able to fight him off yourself. If I’m not mistaken, you supposedly have beaten this so-called ‘Dragon Witch’ which, judging by the name, would seem much more dangerous than the tickle monster,” replied Logan, a teasing smile encompassing his features.

”Oh I’m not sure about that Logan,” joked Virgil. “The tickle monster is pretty vicious.”

Poor Roman turned a bright red. “Stahahahahahahap teheheheasheheing!!”

“Aww Lo, look he’s blushing really hard,” Patton gushed.

Roman just blushed harder at that, the teasing was killing him. He was laughing himself hoarse while Virgil just snickered with no signs of stopping anytime soon. After what seemed like hours, Virgil noticed Roman’s laugh becoming more breathy.

“Well, Princey,” Virgil began. Roman was beside himself laughing, as Virgil’s hands were shoved in his armpits “I think you might have learned your lesson.” Roman nodded frantically. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop on one condition. You say, ‘Virgil, you are the best side in the entire world and I would be nothing without you, and I promise to never disrupt your sleep ever again.’ Can you say that?” Roman squeaked as a response. Virgil chuckled knowing Roman couldn’t possibly; he was laughing way too hard.

“VIRHIHIGLLE YOHOHOHO ARHAHAA AHHHHH!”

“Yes? I am what?”

“BEHEHEHEEHEST SIHIHIHIHDE- OHOHOHO MYHHYHY GOHOHOSH!”

Virgil laughed. “And?”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT REMEHEHEMBER!!” Roman cried in desperation. Virgil started to feel a little bad.

“Alright close enough.” He finally stopped and poor Princey fell limp, giggling and wheezing for air. Virgil smiled down at him. “Sorry dude. May have gone slightly overboard,” he apologized.

“Hahaha, my stohohomahahach, ohoho mahan.”

Virgil helped him sit up and got him settled. Roman was exhausted, so Virgil let him lay in his lap. “There you go, Sir Sing-a-lot,” Roman mumbled a thank you. The roles were reversed as Roman laid napping on Virgil and the rest of the bunch were threatened to stay quiet by Virgil, lest they get the same treatment Roman did. They all watched the movie in silence.

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[orithyia-eriphyle]

Drive

Chapter 3: Taste Previous Masterlist

Word Count: 3.5k

Stray Kids x Fem!Reader (Street Racing AU)

Synopsis: Turns out befriending the barista, Jisung, was a good idea. Although Minho’s Saturday plans with you are slightly soured when you run into someone unexpected.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of gang-related activities, tattooed and pierced Chan.

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You hummed quietly to yourself as you waited for Jisung to finish his shift, looking out the window as people and cars passed by. You eventually got bored just staring and resorted to scrolling mindlessly on Instagram. You stumbled across an ad for a local tattoo shop, and your curiosity is now piqued. You clicked on their page and looked through some of their work, admiring their style. 

You had multiple tattoos already and plan on getting more once you moved to Seoul and now could be the perfect time after winning the race last night, your wallet feeling a little thicker. 

*** 

“Okay, I’m done!” Jisung’s voice called out from behind you. You turned your head to see him no longer in his apron and making his way toward you. You smiled and kicked the chair out that was across from you so he could take a seat. 

“You seem pretty happy for someone who just had to clean up a bunch of spilled coffee beans.” You remarked idly, smiling at the man lazily.

Jisung returned your smile, “The thought of being with a pretty woman kept me motivated.” He said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner. You laughed at him, already finding him to be enjoyable company. 

Jisung decided that it was time to get to know you properly, beginning with simple questions, “How long have you been living in Seoul?” He said, staring at you intently.

“This is only my third day here. I moved from Busan.” You said, taking a bite of your cake pop.

“Why’d you move? Busan is pretty nice.” He questioned once again.

“I guess for job opportunities.”

“You guess? I feel like that’s something you should know.”

You laughed, “It’s not a legal job, Jisungie.” You said, cocking a brow at him, watching as his eyebrows shot up. 

“You're not like dealing drugs, right?’ He said, his cheeks puffing out. You smiled coyly and nudged his foot under the table in a playful manner. 

“Do I look like a drug dealer?” You said in a tone of fake offense, holding a hand to your heart.

Jisung waved his hands in front of him in a form of surrender. “No, of course not! But would a good drug dealer want to look like they deal drugs, you know?” Jisung said, waving his hands as he spoke, “That’s how you get caught, and I don’t think you look like a drug dealer who would get caught.”

You looked at the man across from you incredulously, “That was a lot more detail than I was expecting, and yet I’m still confused.” 

“Doesn’t matter, you’re hot either way,” Jisung said and then continued switching subjects like whiplash. “What is the actual illegal activity you get up to?” He questioned, placing his crossed arms on the table and leaning on them.

You leaned closer to him, your faces only a few inches away, and pressed your index finger to your lips in a ‘shushing’ manner with a small smile. “I do street racing and I think you do too, sweet cheeks.” You spoke in a hushed manner, taking note of the slight shock on Jisung’s face.

“How’d you figure that out?” Was his response, his face showing clear confusion.

“I’ve become good friends with Lee Minho, whom I assume you know.” You said, raising your brow in question but both of you knew it was a statement, “He and I had a friendly competition last night, which I won by the way, and ended the night with some drinks and loose lips.” You continued, finishing off your snack. “It’s weird that I keep running into people who know each other in a city as big as Seoul.” You finished, not talking to anyone in particular with your ending statement. 

Jisung stared at you with an unreadable expression before replying, “I haven’t met a lot of people who can beat Minho Hyung.” He paused before continuing, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs. “But you also don’t seem like a regular opponent, pretty.” He finished with a small smile gracing his features. 

You returned his smile, “You could say that.”

***

You slouched on your couch after returning home from the cafe with Jisung. You enjoyed spending time with him, finding his goofy personality very attractive and naturally appealing. He didn’t seem fake like a lot of people seemed to be these days.

After getting a glass of water, you opened Instagram to see that you were still on the tattoo studio’s page from earlier. You recalled your inclination to get another tattoo and clicked on the link in their bio which led to their website. You scrolled through and found their contact information, which led to an impromptu call that may or may not have led to an impulsive decision.

“This is Red Lights Tattoo and Piercing Studio, how may I help you?”

***

Later that night you were hanging out with Minho once again, something that seemed to be happening a lot lately. You were both playing UNO which was starting to get a little heated. You had already been accused of cheating once.

“You know how you were going to show me around this weekend?” You questioned suddenly, resulting in Minho looking up from the cards in his hands. “Yeah. Did you change your mind or something?” He questioned, his lips tugging down at the corners. 

You shook your head, “No, but I called a local tattoo studio and they could only book me for Saturday so I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and you could show me around after.” You stated, watching as Minho’s eyebrows went up in realization.

“I don’t mind coming with you.” He said, placing down a skip, which you rolled your eyes at. “Do you have any other tattoos?” He questioned, placing down his next card.

You nodded and smiled, “Want to see?” You said with a wiggle of your brows.

Minho raised a brow and puffed out a chuckle, “I don’t know, with the way you asked it makes me think it’s on your ass or something.” He said and then frowned as you shouted ‘UNO!’ Your conversation had completely distracted him. 

You smirked at him, “Don’t act like you wouldn’t love to look at my ass.” You said cheekily, placing your last card down and cheering. 

Minho sighed dramatically, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head down to look at you across from him, “You said it, not me.” You snorted and covered your mouth in mild embarrassment while Minho smiled at you fondly. Minho spoke again, “But yes, I want to see your tattoo.”

You rolled your eyes and sat up on your knees, gripping the end of your shirt and pulling it up. You stopped when only the underside of your bra was showing, looking up at Minho as he stared at your sternum. “I’d take my bra off to show you the whole thing but you’re not that lucky.”

Minho ignored you, continuing to stare at the black ink that started between your cleavage and branched out under your breasts. It was spiked and reminded him of an old and dead tree. 

Minho released a breath before speaking, “I was honestly expecting something stupid but that’s pretty sick.” He said airily, finally looking back up at your eyes as you dropped your shirt. 

You replied with a scoff, “Do I seem like the type of person to get something stupid permanently tattooed on my body?” You questioned, rolling your eyes when the man only stared at you with a deadpan expression. You could never win with him. 

“Where are you getting the new tattoo?” He questioned, beginning to help you pick up your cards and empty wine glasses. 

“I was thinking about my hand. I like where the other is but I want one that’s more visible.” You said, walking to your kitchen to put the dirty glasses in the sink. Minho joined you in the kitchen shortly after putting the cards away. 

“You know, you could always just walk around topless.” He suggested cheekily, leaning against the counter next to you with his arms crossed over his chest. You stared at him from the corner of your eye with a bored expression.

“You’re awfully flirty with me considering we’ve only known each other three days.” You stated, drying your hands off the kitchen towel. Minho shrugged and stared at the wall across from him.

“You just really bring it out in me, doll.” He replied, walking behind you and placing a hand on the small of your back as he put the now-dried glasses back in the cabinet for you. 

“You’re an odd man, Lee Minho.” You said and stared at his very sharp jaw.

“I try my best, doll.”

***

The bell above the tattoo studio door rang out in the small shop once you and Minho stepped inside, making a beeline to the front desk to check in with the receptionist. 

“Hello! Do you have an appointment with us today?” The woman spoke happily with a smile, which you returned. 

“Yes, I have a tattoo appointment  for 9:00 with somebody named Bang Chan?” You said, the statement sounding more like a question, unsure if you got the man’s name right.

The receptionist perked up and looked at her computer, “Oh! You must be (Y/n)! Have a seat here in the waiting area and fill out these papers for me, please. Chan will be out to get you momentarily.”

You took the papers from her and looked at Minho, silently urging him to pick a seat. He looked back at you and gently placed a hand on your back to guide you towards two seats in front of the window. 

You sat down and began filling out the forms when Minho spoke. “You didn’t tell me you booked an appointment with Chan.” He said, watching you as your neat handwriting graced the pages in front of you.

You glanced at him but continued writing, “I didn’t know I was supposed to.” You said, a little confused. 

Minho sighed, “I know Chan.” He said, almost defeatedly, which was somewhat unusual for him. 

“Do you guys have bad blood or something?” You questioned with furrowed brows, putting a temporary pause on your writing. 

“He races too. We met in a race a few years back and have had this kind of unspoken rivalry since.” He paused before continuing, “I don’t hate him or anything, I just find him highly irritating.” He finished, looking down at you. 

“Do you want to go get something to eat while I get worked on? I don’t want to force you into an uncomfortable situation.” You suggested, not liking the idea of Minho being miserable the entire time he was with you. 

Minho smirked at you, “I’m a big boy, (Y/n), I can handle a few hours with the guy.” He said sarcastically. 

You didn’t have the chance to respond as an incredibly attractive man walked into the lobby. His right arm was covered in multiple tattoos, making it a sleeve. His hair was dark brown and slicked up out of his face. You took note of the black studs on his bottom lip, snake bites, and the slit shaved into one of his eyebrows. 

Whatever all-powerful being may be up there was smiling down on you this week.

“I assume you’re (Y/n)?” The man asked, his slitted eyebrow quirked in question.

You nodded and stood, Minho following after you, “That’s me. I assume you’re Chan?” You responded, handing the paperwork to the receptionist and bowing in thanks.

“That’s right. Follow me, please.” He said, going to turn before pausing and looking back, “You coming too, Minho?” He haughtily questioned Minho. Said man rolled his eyes before moving to follow the two of you towards the back of the tattoo parlor. 

Chan sat you down on the chair in the middle of the room, Minho sitting in the chair in the corner meant for guests. 

After Chan got comfortable in his seat he looked at you, “Firstly, I need to know if this is your first tattoo. I want to make this experience as comfortable as possible for you.” He said, waving his hands as he spoke.

You gave him a small shake of your head, “I have one other tattoo that I got done a few months ago.” Chan nodded.

“Where did you get the tattoo? I want to be sure because the pain varies depending on where you are getting tattooed. If I know where your previous one is I can give you something to compare it to.” He said, being very thorough.

“My tattoo is on my sternum.” Chan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at your reply.

“Wow. That’s a pretty painful area to get done for your first tattoo.” He said as he moved around the room to set everything up. 

“I want more body art but I want the main focus to be my sternum tattoo. Kind of like a centerpiece. It was easier to get it done first so I wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally overshadowing it with something else.” You explained, watching him as he worked diligently.

Chan smiled at you, “I like your thought process there.” He complimented before continuing, “I already have the stencil done and I know you wanted it on your hand so let’s get the placement down real quick.” He spoke, grabbing the stencil in his right hand and your hand in his left one.

You began to speak, “I wanted it on the side of my hand, kind of under my thumb.” You explained, dragging the index finger of your free hand down your skin to point out the area. Chan nodded along, placing the stencil on your hand and adjusting it at your instruction. 

After confirming the placement, the blue ink of the stencil was stamped onto your skin. Chan peeled the paper back, and you lifted your hand to get a proper look at it. You broke out into a grin, the familiar feeling of excitement shooting up your spine.

“Minnie, come look at it.” You said excitedly, pointing to the stencil. 

Minho and Chan stared at one another as the younger man approached your figure, the tension between the two going completely unnoticed by you as you were still distracted by the stencil on your hand. 

Minho was the first to break away from staring, looking down at your hand, and smiling. He gently lifted your hand as he examined it, “It looks good, sweetheart. I bet it’ll look even cooler once it’s done though.” He spoke, placing your hand back in your lap. 

Minho turned to go back to his seat but you grabbing his wrist stopped his movements, “Can you drag your chair over here? I might need to hold your hand.” You said, trying your best to cover up the fact that you were a little flustered. 

Minho smiled and grabbed his chair, “‘Course, doll.”

“You ready?” Chan asked, the black ink laid out and ready, his gloves on and the gun in his hand. You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile, the man returning it. “Good, let me know if you need a break.” He said, turning the gun on and dipping it into the ink before pressing the needle into your skin. 

The three of you were silent as Chan worked, but he didn’t seem to like that, opting to break the silence. “Are you two together?” His sudden question surprised you and Minho.

Minho’s eyes widened comically as you broke out into nervous laughter, “No, we only met a week ago.” You clarified. Chan’s brows shoot up in surprise along with a glance to your face.

“That’s shocking. Minho doesn’t usually warm up to people that fast.” Chan said, focusing back on the tattoo.

You hummed and looked at the aforementioned man next to you, “I guess I’m just special then.” You said cheekily, gripping Minho’s hand and squeezing it. The man squeezed back and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, doll.”

You chuckled and turned your gaze back to Chan, “I heard you like to race.” You said flatly, shocking the artist who looked up at you in mild shock before turning his glare to the man on your right.

“Why did you tell her?” He said in an accusatory manner.

Minho smiled cheekily, “She likes to speed herself, Chris.” He said, practically boasting. “She beat me in a race a few days ago.”

Chan looked down at you, “That’s quite a feat. Minho is one of the best racers out here.” Chan stated, “What do you drive?” He questioned, his focus still on your tattoo.

“A Subaru BRZ. What about you, handsome?” You said, ignoring the way Minho’s hand tightened around yours.

Chan smiled before replying, “A Camaro. Black.” His reply was short and simple, wanting to move the attention back to you he asked another question, “You new to Seoul?”

“I moved here a few days ago and met Minho the same day. I assume you know Jeongin since everyone I’ve met seems to know him.”

“Yang Jeongin?” He questioned.

“Yeah, him. We were friends back in Busan. I was the one that got him into racing, unintentionally.” You said, mumbling the last half of your statement.

“So you’re the girl from Busan he’s always gushing about.” Chan said, “The kid doesn’t stop talking about you.”

You hummed at the new information, “Yeah well the little shit ghosted me after moving so I don’t quite understand why he’s telling all his friends about me.” You said sourly. Jeongin had yet to give you a proper explanation as to why he left you in Busan and then acted like you didn’t even exist afterward. Until he does give you a proper explanation, you are going to remain salty about it.

Chan paused his work and glanced at the man beside you, biting his lip in thought before speaking hesitantly. “Innie got into some… trouble after moving up here.” He said calmly, going back to tattooing you.

You tensed, “What kind of trouble? Something to do with racing?” You questioned.

Minho spoke up from beside you, “Something like that. He didn’t want you involved. He said you were too important to be dragged into his problems.” Minho said as he gazed at the needle of the tattoo gun pricking your skin. 

You scoffed in annoyance, “I’m a big girl who has dealt with her fair share of shitty situations.” You stated, pausing before questioning the men, “Who did he piss off?”

“How did you know he pissed someone off?” Chan questioned with a tiny smirk.

“Because pissing people off is one of his many talents, unfortunately.”

Minho eventually answered your question, “He pissed off a rival group that’s known for getting violent with their competition. Innie got too cocky and said some shit he shouldn’t have.” Minho paused, “He’s learned from his mistakes. What happened back then really shook him up.”

“Rival group? There were groups back in Busan, too. Are you guys all in a group together?” Your questions were never-ending. You wanted to know everything that happened to Jeongin between now and his leaving Busan. 

Minho smiled, “Yeah. Han, Jeongin, Chan, and I are the ones you have met. There are four others.” He said, locking his gaze with your own.

“I thought the two of you didn’t get along.” You said, having picked up on the tension between the two men.

“We don’t but we’re civil for the sake of the group. We tolerate each other out of mutual respect.” Chan said with a chuckle. 

You nodded your head in understanding, “Who have I not met?”

Chan chuckled, “At this rate, you’ll meet the rest of them by the end of next week. Be a little patient, pretty.” He said calmly.

***

It took around an hour and a half for the tattoo to be completed due to the tedious line work. You paid and left, but not before giving your number to Chan at the man’s polite request.

“You gotta start warning me before I meet your friends, Minnie.” You stated as Minho led you around the city.

“What do you mean?” He said, looking at you from his peripheral. 

You flung your arms in the air dramatically, “Your friends are all hot! I don’t want to run into one of them when I look bummy.” You complained to the man.

Minho rolled his eyes at your dramatics, “One, you run into them on your own, and two, I have never seen you look bummy.” He stated and threw you a small smile.

You huffed and crossed your arms, “That’s because I don’t let you see me look bummy.”

“Can we stop saying bummy?” Minho questioned with a lifted brow.

“I’ll stop saying it if you tell me your other friends' names. What if I know one of them?” You said matter of factly. 

“Not a chance, doll.”

***

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

HIHI I HEARD REQUESTS ARE OPEN YIPPEEE

CAN I REQUEST PLATONIC LER FRANCIS X READER WHERE THE READER IS UP WAY TOO LATE AND BEING CHAOTIC TO THE REST OF THE GUILD AND FRANCIS ENDS UP HAVING TO DEAL WITH EM

-RESIDENT FRANCIS ENJOYER (YOU KNOW WHO I AM KJSBHJKHB)

Ler!Francis x gn!reader

It was a rough day for both of us so here's some ler Francis for the soul~

I didn't proofread btw akdhskfhsj

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Francis x gn!reader (platonic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Francis

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was the ungodly hours of 5 am, everyone else at the guild had gone to sleep except for one particular member...

Francis was currently hot on your tails, having spent who knows how long trying to drag you back to your room, but you were just too full of energy. Even though he was dead tired, he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing one of his kids was still running around causing chaos.

"Y/n, get back here!" he yelled after you in mock anger, while you only stuck your tongue out playfully in response. Oh you were really asking for it, he thought to himself.

Your giggles echoed across the hallways as you kept running around. You were so caught up in the moment, blinded by giddiness, that you ended up bumping into someone, causing you to tumble down to the ground. It was none other than Louisa.

"Eep?! I-I'm so sorry Y/n! Are you okay?!" her face instantly flushed in embarrassment as she held a hand out for you to grab, swiftly pulling you up on your feet.

"Ahaha! Yeah, I'm fine!" you responded with a bright smile, calming down her nerves a bit.

"A-anyways, what are you doing out here so late...?" she tilted her head curiously.

"I couldn't sleep, too much energy!~" you practically vibrated in the spot. "But what about you?! What are YOU doing out here so late?~" you crossed your arms as you waited for a response.

"Me?! I- uhh..." she looked away in embarrassment, but before she could think of an excuse, Franci's loud voice echoed, coming towards you!

"Aha! I've found you, pipsqueak!" he cheered triumphantly, coming up behind you and hoisting you up in his arms with ease.

"Gyah! F-Francis, put me down...!" you kicked your legs out, your face quickly turning red from being caught.

"Not so fast now, I still need to punish you for disturbing the peace~" he teased jokingly. "Ah, Louisa, since you're here, hold him down for me~"

"Wha-?!" her face darkened as Francis practically flung you over to Louisa's arms. Even though she looked delicate, she had a firm grip around you.

"Now, y'know what happens to those who disobey the rules, right?~" Francis loomed over you with a teasing smirk on his face, making you blush harder.

"Uhh... y-you set them free...?~" you asked with a nervous grin, already feeling the butterflies going wild in your stomach.

At that, his grin grew more sinister "Mm nope, they get tickled!~". With that, his hands shot down to your stomach, scribbling and scratching all over it.

"WAH-! PFFT! AHAHAHAHA!" you squealed and shrieked in ticklish glee while squirming like a fish out of water in Louisa's arms, even she had a hard time surpressing her smile from your adorable reactions.

"My, such a sensitive belly you have~ I wonder if there's a spot that'll REALLY drive you wild in laughter~" he chuckled as you shook your head around.

"NOHOHO! I-IHI'M NOHOT TICKLISH!" you blurted out through hysterics, causing the other two to laugh in amusement.

"That so? So if I bring my hands down here... it won't tickle?~" as he said that, he snuck his hands under your shirt. His fingers poking and pinching at the bare skin now.

"EEP-! N-NO!" you squeaked and jolted at each playful touch, trying and failing to control your reactions.

"Hmm... let's see...~" he started to poke and wiggle his index finger along your navel, which really got the giggles going.

"AHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! S-STAHAHAP!" you begged through snorts of laughter. Your face was completely red at this point, your body was already feeling the toll the tickling gave it.

"Uhh sir? I think he's had enough" Louisa piqued up as she noticed your giggles dying down and you stopped struggling.

"Aww, alright lovebug~" he placed one final, teasing poke on your navel before stopping. You quickly gasped for breath, your chest heaving from the torture you had been put through. But it was still enjoyable nontheless. Before the other two could react, you fell sound asleep in Louisa's arms.

"Aww, looks like he's all tuckered out now" Louisa softly cooed.

"Here, I'll bring them back to their room" Francis gently held your sleeping frame as he brought you to your room to rest, a bright smile plastered on your face the entire time.

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Sorry if it's short, I literally forgor how to write words- 💀

#bsd #bsd tickle #tickle fic #bsd tickle fic #bsd x reader #francis fitzgerald #francis x reader #ler!francis #lee!reader

[sharkiestory]

WE'LL MEET AGAIN

dainsleif x gn!reader p2

notes : this is super short but i've been super busy!!

metal clashing against metal filled your ears, the smell of rust enveloped your senses. never enough to throw you off your edge though. piercing your dagger through another human life, seeing their essence stain your weapon of choice with red.

was it worth it? whose to say. Khaenri'ah needed someone to fight for it, and if no one else you would. from behind you felt a rough hand grab your shoulder offensively. quickly taking a throwing knife from your belt and launching it behind you quickly, not even sparing a glance at the perpetrator.

clearing out the rest of the enemies in your path, you sprint to catch up with your group. you see a few of the others in the Khaen Corps resting in one of the ditches, catching their breath, drinking water from the canteens.

you decided to keep watch, knowing an attack could strike at any second. you eased up when you saw your captain and two other members running back.

Captain Dainsleif of course. he specifically picked you to be on his team after not seeing you for 6 years, why you couldn't say. nonetheless, you took this role with pride.

all you knew is the best fighters in the war chose you to be on his elite team.

"we finished clearing them out. we're not stopping to break, we need to move to safety" groans could be heard from the small group. "yes, i know we're all tired, but we can move or die" Dainsleif added morbidly. though as sad as it was, you knew it was true.

---

moving to safety was more enjoyable than you thought it was going to be, while it was strenuous, you got to talk to Dainsleif without worrying about other things. you were in safe territory at this point, you just needed to find somewhere to set up camp for the night.

Dainsleif allocated another member of the team to find somewhere to stay, and fell behind the group with you. his hand would brush gently against yours, as he tried to initiate some sort of hand holding.

your relationship with Dainsleif at this point was confusing, you two had never confirmed anything, but were the nights you shared together, your limbs intertwined enough to confirm something? nonetheless, you didn't know. you doubt he did either.

his hand finally grasped yours finally, your fingers moving together in harmony to lock hands as you walked together in sync. moments like these were perfect. war was hard, it was always going to be. but when moments like these arose, you had to take advantage of them.

you brought his hand up to your mouth and kissed it gently, leaving him looking down at you stunned.

"what, Dain?" you asked him.

"you've never kissed me before darling" he lightly teased.

you felt your face heat up, with realization. you'd never kissed him before, not in any place.

"yes- i suppose that's true-" you choked out.

"be a dear and do it again would you?" his eyes narrowed at you. hesitantly, you took his hand up to your mouth again and kissed it gently.

"i could get used to that" he sighed into the kiss.

settling into a clearing in the forest was easy, as your group has done it many times before. two to a tent, Dainsleif ordered, quickly claiming you to his tent and letting the others decide amongst themselves.

he wasted no time ushering you into your now shared tent, after giving everyone else a job. he claimed you two had work to do, together.

instead of doing work, Dainsleif decided he was going to be extra affectionate that night. he pulled you into his arms affectionately and held you against him.

"what are you doing Dain, we can't sleep together so publically, the others might find out!" you spoke, trying to be quiet.

"shh." he merely said, lacing his fingers in your hair. "im sick of pushing my feelings down, i want you, you want me. so for at least tonight can we love each other, if the others find out.. well... we'll cross that bridge when we come to it" he said.

you stayed quiet for a moment, taken aback by Dainsleif spilling his heart out to you. you decided you agreed with him, deciding to relax in his arms as you've done when you two were just kids.

you felt him relax at your non verbal approval of his confession, and tangled yourselves together. you don't quite remember when you ended up asleep, but you felt his arms around you, and knew you were safe.

#dainsleif #dainsleif x y/n #dainsleif x you #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff

[writingbyricochet]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank you so much @mthollowell-writes for the tag! I loved reading your answers and this was fun to fill out :)

1) What motivates you to write?

Mostly my mind cannot stop thinking of Situations. Whether they're for characters from my current TV/film hyperfixations or my own OCs, writing is the best way for me to get it out of my system and the artistic form I'm the best at.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

From Where Paradise Died and Lived:

Sophie was just about draw her hand away, and perhaps he felt the pressure lessening, for then he brought his own hand up to cover hers, to keep her from moving it. He held her hand there, his fingers curling just barely under hers, not with any force but with a lightness she had just been administering to him. And underneath it, a reassurance that seemed to communicate he wanted something that quickened her heart. She knew if she proceeded here, she would be crossing a line she had thought she wouldn’t cross for a long time yet. She finally raised her gaze to meet his, and all sense escaped her—his eyes looked like the way she felt, all the encouragement she needed. A little bit scared, a little bit in love, she kissed him.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Honestly, I haven't gotten to write a lot of him yet, but I have a soft spot for Fendley. He believes passionately in the Velitovan cause and wants to fight for its independence...but he's also the biggest homebody and hates being away from Merity. The two parts of his personality are just direct contradictions to each other, it makes me laugh.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Character building: creating a backstory, personality, aesthetic, all that good stuff

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Describing inner turmoil? When I look at the passages I'm most proud of, they all have to do with an internal dialogue of some kind, usually in a situation with heightened tension or vulnerability where a character has a lot going on in their mind.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Making friends with everyone! The support system is a huge motivator and definitely something that keeps me going.

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener, my beloved. I was working in Evernote for way longer than I ever should have and was getting just so sick of it that I finally took the plunge to get Scrivener. Night and day comparison. There are so many great tools and functions and I love being able to have one document for a WIP and its outline, characters, worldbuilding, everything. It's definitely pricey up front, but in the long run worth it since it's just a one-time purchase. Highly recommend giving it a trial run to anyone interested.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I really love the country of Velitova, especially the lands beyond the Idylwild. In-universe they're written off as being sort of rural, but the nature out there is so beautiful and pristine. Huge rolling hills, a huge lake surrounded by flowering trees, cliffs facing a wild ocean...yes.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Stop writing: Whether it's a for a few days or a few months, taking a break from my WIPs and re-setting my mind whenever I am struggling is always the best solution.

Return to worldbuilding: I've seen a lot of people discuss how we get desensitized to the cool things in our WIPs after a while. Creating more cool things that will be new to me as well often makes my WIP exciting again.

Get outside: Traveling always inspires me, but I find even walking around your neighborhood can be so helpful! I especially walking among trees in the fall, that air of melancholy during that time of year just gets me.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Love to @sugar-phoenix, @macabremoons, @orphicpoieses @awordchemist @moonlitinks (all of whom should take this as a gentle tag to answer the Q&A yourself!), and special shout out to my IRL best friend @canofpeaches who always goes feral whenever I send her a WPDL snippet (hope you did not combust reading the one above) <3

#tagged

[homelanderq]

homelander hcs.

this was cross-posted on ao3 — come find me at rdlrspit!

when it comes to physical affection, homelander is absolutely clueless. even a simple, genuine handshake causes him to experience significant confusion. he may not show it, outwardly, but he inwardly latches onto the contact for hours afterwards. the warmth of another person — despite how embarrassing it is to admit — evokes a sense of yearning within him.

though generally inexperienced, homelander often attempts to initiate affectionate behavior, albeit awkwardly. whether it be shown through a light shoulder nudge, or a nervous brush of his fingers against yours, the man craves heartfelt attention. of course, he will never outwardly admit this, due to his fear of appearing weak and codependent. one should expect some sort of anxious contact, though, even if it is accompanied by his typically stern expression.

homelander rarely, if ever, acknowledges his painfully obvious inward turmoil. the concept of his inferiority, paired with his intense desire to be loved, can result in unfortunate mental breakdowns. though it is unlikely to ever personally experience one of these situations, the best course of action would be to merely observe him. sometimes, if particularly troubled, homelander may personally interact with you, in an attempt to receive some semblance of reassurance. one should expect to have his head in their lap, and potentially become tasked with the responsibility of wiping his tears from his eyes.

obviously, homelander is extremely possessive. the concept of someone else so much as attempting to impact you the way that he does is absolutely repulsive to him — nobody else deserves the opportunity to know you, in the sense that he so personally does. if the two of you are out in public, expect to get comfortable with a hand resting on the small of your back, or with a pair of fingers entwined with yours. if anyone ogles you for prolonged periods of time, expect to experience significant gore, as a result of said individual getting mercilessly ended by the supe. on rare occasions, homelander will simply threaten an individual. expect the expected — considerable violence.

in terms of kissing, homelander is — once again — absolutely clueless in the field. one should be prepared to teach the supe how to effectively kiss, without coming across as overly aggressive or eager. whilst seeing the normally egotistical man come across as considerably bashful, the risk of potential bruises is very real as a result of his overly eager behavior, initially. expect to spend hours teaching him how to properly kiss, preferably chastely. eventually, homelander will genuinely get used to behaving more considerately, and the two of you will be able to experience genuinely mutually enjoyable kisses.

homelander is overly cautious, when it comes to touching you. occasionally, this caution is initially unseen, particularly within intimate situations. however, when reminded, the man easily becomes much more aware of his strength, alongside his behavior. the concept of genuinely hurting you — and upsetting you as a result — is genuinely distressing, to him. youre special, to him, and should be generally protected from any sort of harm. if any of the other supes become aggressive towards you in any sense, homelander will waste no time in correcting them.

when the two of you (literally) sleep together, homelander is extremely cuddly. growing up without any sense of normalcy, as well as being treated like an experiment rather than an actual human, often causes him to experience a variety of nightmares, which can lead to unsatisfactory, sleepless nights for him. with you by his side, these night terrors become easily resolved. expect to be held throughout the night, and occasionally experience the wetness of his tears on your neck after a particularly horrible dream. as long as youre with him, comfort can be easily found.

#the boys #homelander #antony starr #homelander x reader

[darlingshane]

Espinas

Rosita Espinosa x Shane Walsh

Warnings/Content: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Rebound Sex, Oral Sex, Heartbreak, POV Rosita. // Word Count: 1,363

Summary: After breaking up with Abraham, Rosita uses Shane for rebound sex.

A/N: This is for the anon who asked me a while back about Rosita x Shane. Idk if this is what you had in mind, but this is what it came out of mine. I have some ideas for a couple more drabbles, but I'm always open to suggestions.

- You can also read at AO3.

“Gotta be careful, darlin’,” Shane’s lips pull up at the corners, flashing his trademarked shit-eating grin after finding Rosita sitting on his stoop when he returns from his shift.

“Why is that?” She raises an eyebrow with a speck of amusement, as he opens the door to the house, inviting her in.

“If you keep showing up like this, you’re gonna end up fallin’ in love with me.”

After crossing the threshold, he swallows and turns to her, bringing his hand up to hold her chin between his fingers. He uses his thumb to massage the curve beneath her appetizing, plump bottom lip, that he’s obsessed with. His eyes fall low, drawn to it, and can’t stop himself from dipping to capture the shape of her mouth.

He is utterly wrong. Rosita is not up for falling for anyone any time soon.

After being ditched by Abraham, love is the last thing in her mind. She’s just filling a need by sleeping up with him, and he knows that. She was pretty clear from the get-go. Whatever romantic notions that thick skull of his is concocting, it's just that– an unrealistic fantasy.

It's just a rebound. Nothing else, nothing more.

Over the past month, she’s ended up on his bed more often than her own. It was supposed to be a one time thing, she believed. Then it turned into a double feature. And after the third one, she stopped counting.

It felt good, and that's all that should matter. Who actually cares? It's the end of the world, after all. If this is not the right time to indulge herself, then when is it?

It was that or to take off beyond the walls and deal with the dead on her own like at the beginning. Which she hasn't ruled out just yet.

Is it worth dying for someone who doesn't love you anymore? Absolutely not. She’s not going to put her life in jeopardy for someone like Abraham Ford.

There's a Spanish saying her tía told her the first time she got her heart broken when she was a teenager – una espina saca a otra espina – which is roughly translated to a thorn removes another thorn. Laying it out in simple words, for what she gathered, it means to find another man, or a woman, to forget about the one who wronged you.

To her, it all felt like a bad omen. It was literally written in her name that she was set for a lifetime of heartbreak. That's probably why she quickly toughened up, raised walls, and put on a brave face, so nobody knew how bad she was hurting, even before Abraham.

She knows from experience that everything ends, but there's still that little thorn stuck deep in her chest that refuses to budge. Admittedly, Shane has helped lighten the blow and nudge slightly that prickling sensation. He's also made life in Alexandria more bearable, because being forced to see her former lover move on right under her nose has been hell. And all the time spent here, hiding at Shane’s, it’s more time away from having to stumble accidentally onto them on the streets of the suburban compound.

At this moment, like every other evening, once she’s inside, they waste no time on shedding layers of clothes to give into their bodies' whims without restraints, figuratively. They have played a couple of times with binding the other, and she's not opposed to doing that again, especially if she's the one doing the binding part.

Having Shane at her mercy was a greatly enjoyable experience that she’s hoping to repeat some day.

Tonight, they impatiently do it in the middle of the hallway, right before reaching the bedroom. Rosita doesn't hesitate on jumping his bones to scratch that itch between her legs as fast as possible. It's quick and dirty, and not quite mind-blowing as usual. But just enough to decompress that tension that had been coiling at her center for hours.

After they’ve recovered from that initial quickie, they share some food to refuel before going at it a second time.

Less urgently, and in the comfort of his bed, Rosita allows his hands and mouth to roam free all over her body. He probably has mapped out every inch of her skin by now and those big palms of his, that she's become addicted to, are already well versed in what makes her tick and what doesn’t.

Right now, he’s sucking in one of her nipples as his fingers rub with fire between her folds, collecting all her slickness in the process and making her come unexpectedly a second time.

She used to hate everything about Shane Walsh when they first met. He reminded her of a couple of ex-boyfriends that always treated her like shit. And that was probably the reason she picked him, cause she knew she wasn’t going to fall for his bullshit. That and, also, her options were not very broad in Alexandria. Not to what she needed, at least.

There's not an ounce of hatred for him at this hour, though. Especially not for his mouth that trails across the valley of her chest to latch to her other breast while her breath catches. Not for his fingers that can easily make her twitch like that. Not for his cock that fits her just like a glove. And definitely not for his deft tongue and warm lips that make her flesh rise into goosebumps with every lick.

Unlike any of those jerks she's dated, he really knows how to handle her. And right at this moment, his mouth becomes heaven, trailing down her body after releasing that nipple to fit onto her pussy instead and taste her arousal.

Overworked and over-stimulated, the vicious undoing of his shameless tongue makes her toes curl again. Crying at his last name in that final breath, she loses all control when a third orgasm reaches its highest peak.

She would collapse if she wasn’t lying already. Her body feels wet, lacking a fan to rid of all the fluids sticking to her skin. The sheets below her are no better. She can tell they are drenched in her juices. One of these days, she would have to do his laundry or something, just as a thank you for letting him use his mouth like that.

But she's not about to do chores, no. She has another idea in mind.

Once she's regained some strength, she props herself to her knees, and guides Shane to lie down on his back, so she can return the favor.

Glancing at him, she bows, and takes him all in. His cock fills her mouth just as well as it fits her pussy. She makes sure that he sees her lips sliding up and down his length without wavering. He tastes just as good, a little musky and bitter maybe from work, but she doesn't mind that at all. She downs all of it, over and over, letting the obscene sounds that come from her mouth and the curses that he breathes out fill the room.

“Fuck, Rosie, just like that, yeah… that a girl,” his hand slides in her hair when he's close, pushing her head down to go faster, and she complies without resistance cause she loves pleasuring him as much as receiving.

His cock twitches as it touches the back of her throat once more, feeding her the warm load of his orgasm.

There’s a thick string of his seed connecting her mouth to his dick when she pulls her head back. It’s broken by one of her fingers, twirling it around like a ribbon, as her tongue swipes her lips.

“C’mere, darlin',” he utters gruffly, and clears his throat as she slithers on top of his broad chest.

One unexpected thing about boning Shane Walsh was discovering he's a post-coital cuddler. It took her aback the first time, now she's warmed up to it. It's utterly relaxing to have one of his hands playing softly with her hair and his fingertips gliding up her back, collecting the remains of the stamina released after they've done the other.

#the walking dead #shane walsh #rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x shane walsh #rosita x shane #christian serratos #jon bernthal #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction #fanfiction #one shot #espinas #darlingwrites

[abyssal-zone-stares-back]

Once More Into Eternity with You

Night x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: Part 3 [Part One] [Part Two]

Warnings - Major Character Death, Nice Guy tm, Blowjob, Blood, Dagger, a stabbing, talk of reincarnation,

Please tell me if i missed a tag, i'm not an asshole i'm just stupid

The two of you confessed your feelings a few months ago. Night started to get lax with hiding the pda halfway into month two. It’s a miracle he got that far. 

Now that everyone knows you're in a relationship with a god, people have treated you differently. Thankfully none of it is negative, that you know of.

Just, people give offerings to you. Which you decline and put on Night’s alters instead. You don’t need these things. You never want for anything with Night around.

There's a festival tonight. People started setting up for it a little after midday. Erecting canopies, setting up tables, preparing food.

You’re trying to get ready but Night somehow convinced you to meet him in the temple. It’ll be quick, he said.

You dart behind the curtain and jerk back startled when you get an eyeful of Night, naked. Not that you haven't seen him naked before, it’s just, you weren’t expecting it.

He’s leaning on his altar, arms crossed over his chest. “Come on Starling. I want you to give me the first offering.”

And that's how you found yourself on your knees. Night’s head tipped back, a hand buried in your hair. 

You whine around his cock in your mouth when his hips jerk forwards. You hollow your cheeks and he moans. Looking down at you he removes his hand from your hair, cupping your cheek.

“You’re going to have to swallow for me, make sure you don't miss a drop.” You glance up at him and he just grins. “I can't get dirty Darling, I have an image to uphold of course.”

“But,” He starts, slowly fucking into your mouth. “I suppose I could just cum on you instead.” He groans. “Have you go to the festival covered in me, marked as mine.” 

Night’s hips are stuttering now, a hand coming up to rest on your head. He moans and cums down your throat. You do your best to swallow it all but some drips from the corners of your mouth.

Night pulls you up, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb, pressing it against your lips. You lick it clean and he grins.

As he presses a quick kiss to your lips, you feel Night’s magic around you and you're in a side courtyard. 

“Go on, enjoy yourself.”” He leaned down and to an onlooker it would look like he’s kissing your cheek. “I’ll be sure to give you some more enjoyment later too.” He murmured.

He pulls back, gives you a quick smile and then he’s gone.

You spend most of the time wandering around. Seeing other Gods and Goddesses. When the festival is winding down you start to make your way back to the temple.

Cutting through an alley you’re halfway through before the way out of the alley shimmers. Fading out of existence and becoming a solid wall. It was a mirage. 

Turning around you see Avion stalking towards you. You start to back up, trying to put distance in between the two of you.

Your back hits the wall and he still advances. You’re trapped.

He stops directly in front of you, boxing you in. He looks you over as you try to scoot around him to leave.

He slams a hand against the wall, blocking your escape. “So, was I just a plaything?” He snarls. You flinch, desperately looking for a way out, someone to notice, something.

“Someone to mess with until you go back to your lover?” He barks a laugh. “I could have been that! I’m way better than him.”

He pauses, “You don’t believe me, do you. Well,” He starts. “Avion,” a familiar voice says behind him, cutting him off. Night.

Avion whirls around, a golden dagger in his hand. Was he holding that the whole time? “You,” He snarls, pointing at him with the dagger. 

“We were just having a conversation about you.” Avion’s voice turned sweet as he twirls the dagger in his hand. The runes on the handle started to gently glow, you could see the light through the gaps in his fingers.

“Leave,” Night commanded. “And you’ll escape alive.” Avion laughed. “Oh I’ll escape alive alright, but, will they?” He jerked around, shoving the dagger into your stomach.

He yanks the dagger out of your wound and then he’s gone in a flash. 

Someone’s screaming. Who’s screaming? 

Oh, it's you. 

Why is everything moving so slow? 

It hurts. 

It hurts and Night’s there and the world speeds up again. You gasp from the pain, a slow spread of burning, emanating from where you got hurt.

Night is panicking, unsure of what to do. He bundles you in his arms and you feel the familiar whoosh of his magic before you’re being laid down on his altar.

One of his hands presses on your wound, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers. The other is holding the back of your head. He’s crying, your Night is crying. You reach up, cupping his face, wiping away his tears with your thumb. 

“He’s cursed you. And I, I can’t save you. Only, only the god that caused the wound can heal it.” 

“What, what do you mean cursed?” you ask. “The dagger, it's, it’s a dagger of reincarnation. You’re going to be a different person next time we meet.” 

You laugh and then wince. “I’ll still love you, I know that. I will love you in every life.” Night smiles as a tear falls down his cheek. 

“And, and as I, My Star.” Night’s voice broke on a sob.  “I’ll find you again, I promise.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your right temple.

You felt the spot grow warm and your brain started to feel foggy. Your eyes drooped, fluttering as Night held you close. He started humming, his voice catching every few seconds.

You drifted off into a dreamless sleep, listening to the sound of your godly lover gently humming.

#major character death #but dont worry #reincarnation baby!! #cliffhanger >:3 #ANGST #tw death #tw violence #tw knives #tw reincarnation #god of night #markiplier egos #night x reader #abyssal's writing #abyssal’s nsft writing

[royalreef]

@biteyourcrush​ replied to your post:

"Honestly? Maybe... that's a good thing for me. Maybe I could do with a little less slaying in my life- not like what I've been doing up to this point was helpful to anyone." 

Of course, there were things she *could* still absolutely slay the shit out of (invasive dungeon species, actual threats to the people she cared about, a few notable dads)- but the near omnicidal way of thinking she had gotten drilled into her before? Nah- no way she could go back to that.

      “Oh!!” Ah fuck, the timelines were crossing again. At least it’s helpfully sidestepped that her prior statement was a joke, prodding at some other Aaravi in some other place confined by some other rules, trying to derive rage for nothing other than Miranda’s enjoyment — though, the shift does give this Miranda some vertigo. That’s quite a feat, considering the lack of any innate sense of balance. She’ll deal with the versions-of-herself collision later, a much different topic has cropped up.

      ....... And, quite honestly? This is... not bad news, either. Miranda’s fins flit up to attention and stay that way, some flicker of blue light pulsing on Miranda’s face and staying there. Eyes catch on Aaravi, her Aaravi, her ul’kiha, beloved and dear, and stay there. It’s not upset. That’s clear, from the moment it begins, that she is not upset and that is not upset that is sitting on her face.

      She... She would not say she’s excited? That word doesn’t feel right, it implies something that does not sit correctly in Miranda’s stomach and which she cannot swallow. Not elated either, but... something else. Something other. A pleasant wash of something, something warm and tinted bright as it shines towards implication, towards suggestion, towards the future and all that lies within it. The name denies her, darts between her fingers as she reaches for it, fickle and fine and perhaps even nameless entirely. Maybe this is a feeling that cannot be passed from one to the other in language, maybe it is something that can only been seen and felt for yourself. Maybe it is something that she has to arrive at, rather than merely being led, some secret place hidden in the annuals of time and of life that only some can stumble across.

       She leans forward, nudges her head against Aaravi’s. Nuzzling into her feels right, the path strange and unfamiliar, but her gut tells her that she should touch Aaravi now, to hold her so that she can feel the touch of someone else’s body, to know that she is not alone and that Miranda is there, with her. That Miranda intends to stay with her, to let her in, to follow her outside and wherever she will go. That she can promise, in the touch of her hands at Aaravi’s side, pulling her close, that Miranda will not leave her where loneliness can get in.

       “I.... I think it could be a good thing. I think you’re right.” Miranda does not address the implication that sits there, that waits for them, though Aaravi can surely see it between Miranda’s words anyhow. The suggestion that Miranda too is offering something to this conversation. That there is something of her own that, she thinks, she could leave behind, and not go back to, something that was hers and had haunted her from the moment she came screaming into the world, marked in blood that wasn’t hers. Something too, that had felt its blades dull and its teeth rot and fall, something that Miranda less and less felt compelled to return to, that offered her no solace and no refuge, that no longer even had compulsion and anger and fear and retaliation to feed off of. 

       There are several words that end in -cide, after all, and one of them Miranda walked up onto the land holding hands with. If Aaravi could let go of one, then so too could Miranda let go of hers. 

      She had other hands to hold, and hands which needed to hug Aaravi close, and she could not be distracted from such an essential goal.

         “I would not mind that. Not at all. It... It might be a good thing for me as well.”

#Glory and Gore || IC #biteyourcrush #Every time I catch a little break I'm dying to escape || Aaravi x Miranda ( biteyourcrush ) #(( WE IGNORE MIRI BEING AN ASS IN SOME OTHER PLACE AND TIME #(( for current day lesbabs #(( miri trying to figure out the best way to phrase #(( that this might be absolutely great news to her ie: the fears that aaravi would struggle to settle into a domestic life with her #(( (alongside her own fears that she might struggle to settle into a domestic life with ravi) #(( and also miri's fearings regarding. her growing inability to be cruel and violent in the same ways as before #(( and kind of panicking over that and that change in herself #(( its scary!!! its scary to become someone you want to be!

[dreams-and-drabbles]

I’d like to offer you all a huge thanks for the support. I did not expect my blog to be so well received, and for that, I thank ya’ll. Asks make my day, as do the hearts, the reblogs, the comments, and most of all— YOU. YOU, THE READERS ARE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING TO ME. Seriously, I wish I could bake ya’ll some muffins or an apple pie. Those are the only two things I’m confident in baking, haha. Anyways, given all the good reception— I figured I’d tell ya’ll a bit about myself!!! As such, here’s 20 facts about your author!!!!

I have anime protagonist hair, and I hate it. Essentially, my hair never stays still. Think— Bakugou with Best Jeanist. No matter how I style it, POOF!!!!! I cut my hair myself, too, and style it. I’ve actually gotten pretty good, and occasionally I’ll redo my cosplay wigs, as well. I’m cheap like that, but also— There is something very cathartic about cutting hair.

I am a cat person. Actually, I’d go so far as to say I’m a cat fanatic. I’m obsessed with cats to the point it’s almost unhealthy. For example, I see a cat in the road— Next thing you know, I’m crossing the street. Yeaaaah. Cats are great.

I love coffee, but only when it’s black. Listen, if I want to kill my tastebuds, I’ll order a frappe or something. Why would I drown the drinks natural flavor? ((My favorite type of coffee is Sumatra, by the way. It’s very good and if you haven’t tried it, I strongly recommend. ))

The only food I can’t stand isn’t even a food, its a condiment. Mayonnaise. I swear, I hate that stuff, and I’ve been known to come up with some crazy food combinations. ((Cheetos in chocolate milk, peanut butter and pepper jelly sandwiches, sugar cookies and hummus, etc…)) Mayonnaise is just not for me. I don’t know why— Maybe it’s the texture, but eh. I don’t want to think too hard about something I detest as much as I do mayonnaise.

I don’t fall out of fandoms, I shuffle through them. I will have one week where I’m absolutely obsessed with Jujutsu Kaisen, and then I may see a post about Naruto, and that one gets a turn— Of course, I still like the other fandoms I’m in, but the one that’s on my mind— Well, I get very sucked in. At least, until something random switches things up again.

I don’t mind not talking to friends often. I’m not the type to get butt hurt if someone doesn’t talk to me for a while— I actually get relieved when plans are cancelled last minute. I’m perfectly capable of socialising, but given the choice, I’d rather chill by myself. I rarely ever reach out first, and if I do, well— I absolutely adore that person.

For the life of me, I cannot stay still. I’m always either tapping my fingers, or kicking my legs, if I’m in a situation where I’m forced to sit.

I am not scared of the dark, but I have this weird thing where I have to be able to see my hands. If I can’t see them, then I get scared, haha!

I’m very much a people pleaser, which is funny, as it’s contradictory. While socialising drains me at times, I cannot stand the idea of conflict. I HATE ARGUMENTS. If it’s to avoid conflicts, then, I’ll do just about anything. That’s not to say, I can’t set boundaries. I’m actually a huge stickler on that. I just tend to put others first by habit. I get some confrontation is necessary in life, but conflict? Eeeek. I hate that. I especially hate arguing, when really, you have words. You don’t need to yell. Just talk things out, yanno?

My biggest pet peeve is when I say something, and the matter keeps getting pushed. I will open up to someone on my own terms, and anyone who pushes a matter after I’ve set a boundary, well— I don’t think that sort of behaviour is something I’d want to be around, anyways. (( Don’t let people walk all over you, if you’re uncomfy just say so!!! I learned this the hard way, ahaha. I hope you all have a better time than me. 🖤✨))

If I had to choose a quote that I say often, it would be either “Life is pain” or “Most likely kill you in the morning.” Both quotes are from The Princess Bride. If you haven’t read/watched it, well— Such a notion is inconceivable!!! I strongly recommend both the book and the film adaptation. ((It’s one of the few film adaptations that I find enjoyable. It’s a classic, after all!!!)

My least favourite cliché in writing is where the Main Character is suddenly best friends with everybody. Like— Hello?!? That’s not how people work!!! Heck, even Mystic Messenger and Obey Me have some conflict with the MC. NO RANDOM STRANGER IS GOING TO LOVE YOU LIKE THAT RIGHT AWAY !!! If I wanted something like that, I’d watch a Disney movie, not sit down and read.

I tend to be a pretty forgiving person, so when I finally reach a certain threshold, I cut people off. The majority of the times, it’s emotionally. I just go numb. I will never go out of my way to be rude to someone, even if I dislike them, but I’m also not going to give them an inch into my personal life. I’ll be civil. I won’t be friendly. You can be polite to someone, while still making it clear you have no interest in them.

If I push something off, then it doesn’t happen, and if it does happen— Well, usually it’s months later. *awkwardly gestures to the asks that have been in my inbox *

I am not the type to fawn over smelly good things, and I rarely ever wear perfumes, or scented hand sanitisers. On the other hand, I LOVE playing mad scientist. I make perfumes, write the recipes down, and once I’m satisfied— I promptly hand out the finished product to other people. ((Friends, family members, etc—))

The majority of my clothes fall under either cottage core, dark academia, or grunge in their aesthetic. I will almost always make an effort to look decent, if I’m going out. I rarely ever go out, though, sooo— Well, that’s what my several hoodies are for. I’m a fiend for hoodies, I swear— Will I spend money on Genshin? Rarely. Will I drop like 50$ on a Naruto hoodie at the mall? Oh, absolutely.

I won’t lie and say I’m a good person. I’m actually pretty skewed in the ways of morals. I do, however, believe in honesty above all else. That, and freedom— You can be honest without being mean. It’s all in the phrasing. As for freedom? Each and every person has their own life. Who is anyone else to tell a person how they should think? Personally, I feel as each and every person only knows their thoughts— It’s kind of dumb to try and force those on others. Of course, sharing thoughts is cool, but attempting to force an idea on someone else. That’s just rude.

I’m not religious, but I do believe in something? I guess, agnostic is probably the best term to describe myself. I also tend to avoid religion as a subject, and this is only on here for the sake of fun facts✨

I am prone to disappearing for months on end, so if my Tumblr is inactive— It’s just my yearly vanishing act. I also occasionally delete my socials, and make new ones, when I’m feeling especially drained. ((My discord is the main one. I think I’ve shuffled through like three Discords by now??? I post on Insta and Facebook maybe twice a year, so they’re not really worth mentioning. Speaking of Discord, if you’d like to be friends on there— I did make a new one. It’s SIU#0687 and that is the only Discord I am using at the moment. Naturally, if I delete this one— I’ll update the info here. I don’t exactly know why I delete accounts, but sometimes they just feel so cluttered. I do have an insta which is dreamsanddrabbles , but I only just made it, and probs won’t be very active. Nonetheless, feel free to hmu on either Discord or Insta. Discord is your best bet tho.))

You’re more than welcome to PM me or what not. As I stated earlier, I rarely reach out to anyone, but that doesn’t mean I won’t answer if someone pings me— Likewise, as I do have a horrible habit of pushing things off, the occasional reminder that Tumblr exists is very much appreciated! <33

#about me #about the author #thanks to everyone #thanks for coming to my ted talk #haha #please send me asks #they are always welcome !

[amazingmsme]

What A Prize

AN: And so the self indulgent fics begin. This is for the book I’m currently reading, Night Film. I know I’m probably the only person who cares about it but hopefully someone finds enjoyment in it too. Here’s tickletober day 4: reward.

Scott McGrath was a lone wolf. Always has been, or so he told himself. He was convinced he did his best work alone, that these kids would throw off his groove and grind things to a hault. Surprisingly, he found himself grateful for the extra help on the case. He'd never tell them that, not in a million years. Hopper would at least be cool and dismissive about it, maybe even smirk. It was Nora that couldn't know he now welcomed the extra sets of hands. Still, despite the ease their help provided, he found it could border on grating.

Hopper had been endlessly munching a bag of chips, obnoxious crunching breaking through the silence. He'd occassionally brush the crumbs off of his shirt and onto Scott's couch and the carpet below. Nora kept humming some annoying pop song they heard in the car and clacked her nails on the table in time with the beat. Scott had stopped sifting through the files he had on Ashley and instead glared between the two of them. Hopper must've felt his gaze on him because he looked up, catching his eyes. His brows furrowed as he threw up a questioning hand.

"The hell did I do?" he snapped, calling him out. Scott immediately turned away, but the damage had been done. Nora's head shot up and she looked from one to the other and back again.

"What?" she asked, her voice breathy in a panicky sort of way. Scott opened his mouth to defend himself, but Hopper beat him to the punch.

"He's glaring at us like we kicked his puppy or something," he accused. Scott and Nora answered in unison.

"Did not."

"He what?" she screeched, head snapping to look at him. The look on her face admittedly made him feel a little guilty.

"Don't listen to him, he's exaggerating. Don't even have a dog," he added under his breath.

"But he's right. You look, like, really mean right now," Nora said, nodding vigorously. Scott felt more hurt by this than he thought he would. He crossed his arms, opening a folder with a huff.

"C'mon old man, why were you giving me that look?" Hopper pressed. Scott didn't look at him as he answered, "You're getting crumbs everywhere. And your smacking is obnoxious." He might as well be upfront since he's asking.

"I'm smacking?" he repeated, making a deliberate effort to chew quietly as he spoke.

"Yes. It's annoying," Scott deadpanned, but he didn't bother to hide his smirk. Nora gasped.

"Scott! That's rude, don't you think?" she chastised, not so subtly gesturing with her head towards Hopper. He stopped mid chew, looking between them cluelessly. Scott looked him over and panned over to Nora.

"Yeah, he seems real torn up about my comment," he snarked, snickering to himself. Her jaw hung open in shock.

"You are such a grouch!"

"Oh yeah, I'm the grouchiest person in the world," he rolled his eyes, reaching for his coffee and taking a sip. Nora shared a look with Hopper, a sly grin forming on the blonde's face.

"Psh, I'm way grouchier than you old man," Hopper scoffed. Scott glared at him again. "You don't have to keep calling me that, kid."

"No, I think he's right Hop. He's the number one grouch. I think... he should get a prize," she proudly proposed. Scott arched a brow, placing the file back down.

"Thank you, I'm flattered," he played along, curious where she planned to go with this. "So what do I win?"

"You get an all expense paid visit from... the tickle monster!" she exclaimed happily, wiggling her fingers in the air. Scott's eyes widened and he quickly moved to set his coffee down.

"No. Nora- Nora listen to me!" he scolded, but she continued to advance. They now had Hopper's full attention, and he was deeply enthralled with the unfolding scene. Scott launched himself away from his desk, sailing across the wood floor on his trusty rolling chair. He gave another push with his legs to gain speed.

Until Hopper, cocky son of a bitch, stuck his leg out right as he zoomed past the couch, jerking the chair to a halt. It dumped him onto the ground before landing next to him.

"Thanks Hop!" Nora chirped as she skipped over. Scott moved to scramble away, but the young man who'd been lounging on his couch mere seconds ago snatched his hands by the wrist, holding them above his head.

"Hell no, she doesn't need any more help!" Scott cried, legs flailing around. That made Nora chuckle.

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna claim your prize?" she asked, sitting down beside him. Scott twisted his body away and kicked at her. She grinned mischievously and grabbed his leg. In a horrifying moment, they locked eyes and he knew his fate was sealed.

Since his shoes were on and she didn't want to go through the hassle of taking them off, she started elsewhere. She squeezed up his calf and he went completely stiff, biting his lip to stifle his giggles.

"C'mon Scott, I know you wanna laugh. I can see it on your face," she taunted, scratching behind his knee. He spasmed with a muffled grunt, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smile.

Her nails scratching against the softly worn denim of his jeans created a downright insufferable sensation. He snorted and tried to hide his increasingly red face behind his outstretched arms. Hopper chuckled and joined in the fun, tickling his exposed underarm. He barked out a laugh, tugging on his arms. The dam had cracked, and a flood of laughter was imminent.

Nora began tickling the backs of both his knees, and he was done for. Scott was lost in a sea of bubbly giggles and humiliating snorts. He was either going to die or kill them. Probably the former.

"Congratulations! Tell us Scott; what's it like being picked for such an esteemed award?" she asked, using one hand to pretend to hold a fake microphone. And yet she was still turning him into an incoherent mess. She raked her nails down the back of his left knee and he squealed, jerking back against the couch. Hopper took the opportunity and squeezed down his ribs, bringing forth a bout of deep belly laughs. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her theatrics, glad he was on her side.

"Hohohorrible!" he answered, because he'd be damned if she tried to claim he didn't hate this. Because he did.

"Aw don't you like your prize?" she asked teasingly, reaching up to sccribble over his tummy, which made him fold in on himself like a lawn chair.

"Nohoho! Ihihit's ahaha bahad prihihize!" he cried falling to his side on the ground. Hopper released his grip and gave a hardy pat to the panting man's shoulder. Nora giggled, slowing her fingers to a stop.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a grouch, the tickle monster won't have to pay you any more visits," she chirped, pinching at his hip. He jerked away with a startled laugh, a groan immediately following.

"Ugh, don't say that. And don't do that again."

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #scott mcgrath #nora halliday #hopper cole #night film #night film fic #night film tickle fic #ticklish!scott #day 4: reward

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour et bienvenue from a cloudy Bar-sur-Aube. The temperature is currently 3c and I am hoping for clearer skies and an increase in the temperature…….. where would we be without hope!

It has been rather cold this week, thank goodness I wasn’t gallivanting. Of course, I still had my daily walks to do and to be honest I didn’t venture far, usually to the bar for a hot drink, some company and then back home as quickly as possible. Goodness knows why, but I have also been snoozing in the chair on an afternoon 🙄.

We have left February behind and March has stormed into our lives. My poem this week is by William Wordsworth, here is the excerpt from “Lines Written in Early Spring”

“Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

And ’tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.”

My primroses have been flowering for a few weeks and the periwinkles are indeed wreathing across the ground.

My “little lady” comes to clean once a week and we enjoy our chats in “franglais”. She loves Inspector Barnaby or as it is known in the UK, Midsomer Murders. She tells me she prefers John Nettles to Neil Dudgeon (I hope it’s not because Dudgeon is a Yorkshire lad!) and gives me lots of info about Nettles (which I may have known in a previous life).

The knitting group met and my new found friend, Claudine, was there this time. It was an enjoyable time and The President of the association (whose wife attends the group) came in about 4.15 to prepare “Le gouter”. Now under the old regime it wasn’t “tidy up time” until 4.30 then we scoffed our gateau and drank our juice and left. I must admit it was a much more relaxed atmosphere starting earlier and during our chat I found out more about the President and his wife, than I have in the previous five years.

The new plumber emailed to ask if he could start the work this coming week, of course, I said yes, if only to get the new siphon fitted and get rid of the stench! He is coming at 8am in the morning 😳, my goodness I will need three or more alarms going off to get me out of bed, washed and dressed before then! I have also been notified by the Town Hall that there will be cuts to water on Monday for work in the system, now I was notified a few weeks ago about this but it didn’t affect me at all, so fingers crossed the same is true now.

Anie is away, staying in a gîte near to Toulouse. It was her nephews wedding yesterday, I hope it was a lovely day for them all.

I am going to the cinema this evening, to see “Emmett Till”, I read the blurb about it and thought it would make a change. I do so enjoy having the cinema in town, it’s so easy to go into alone (a lot of people do) all I hope is I don’t fall asleep (as I usually do 😂).

I finished knitting another two infants hats and two pairs of bootees, I put them together with the other three hats and pair of bootees and took them to the collection point for Turkish and Syrian earthquake victims. The men in the collection point were so appreciative of my small donation. I had missed the first consignment which is currently being delivered but there were other items which had been donated so it looks as if another delivery will take place.

Someone told me that snow is forecast from Tuesday onwards, I am keeping my fingers crossed that that is not the case. Météo is showing rain, now that I can cope with.

My fixed rate for gas ends on 31 March and looking at the new options for fixing 😳, I will wait to see if April brings any lower figures. I also remember an email arriving which said how much it would cost for three months April to July, I need to check the amount for that so that it is a fair comparison. Golly I hate all of this checking, fixing etc why can’t gas be charged to every household at one fair price?

I am preparing a lot of “stuff” to be taken to the decheterie. I won’t get there tomorrow as apart from the plumber arriving, I have an appointment with the dietician. I am hoping against hope that I am very close to my target weight.

I was a little late rising this morning, and surprised myself with what I achieved in an hour. I have meat cooking in the slow-cooker so will have my Sunday Lunch around 2pm, then when I return from the cinema I can make a sandwich and eat my days supply of fruit.

I watched an interesting programme last evening on plastic sandals. Now I remember having plastic sandals as a young girl, they were perfect on sand, you could go in the sea in them, just wonderful. One of the reasons they fell out of favour was because they were classed as “poor peoples footwear” this was true not only in “wealthier European countries” but also in African and Asian countries where they had been particularly popular for dealing with monsoon rains. Although this programme was in French I found it very informative. Plastic sandals are still made, some branded “Medusa” sandals, produced here in France.

Oh yes, spotted in the newspaper this week, the Venise-Simplon-Orient-Express made a stop at Troyes station and rail enthusiasts were quick to admire this bygone luxury. I wish I had known it was going to make an appearance, I could have been one of those admirers.

Now, I really must have a coffee and see to another few jobs.

Jusqu’à semaine prochaine.

#barsuraube #trees #nature #photography #crafts #troyes #orient express