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"Catching the fox." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

Jesus only caused problems since you, Daryl and Rick met him during a run, but that doesn’t prevent you all from having a little fun. (Even if you come home empty—handed)

A/N: Based on what is probably the funniest episode of "The Walking Dead" to me. I wrote this a while ago but I'm posting it for my friend, who actually finds this funny hehe Sorry if this is long and boring :c Spoiler alert: Jealous Daryl is my favorite Daryl! I hope you like it!

“So… hunky–dunky. Uh?”

In front of you all, an empty, silent road is always pleasant. Nature wasn’t lost after the apocalypse, not completely, and although the green color of the grass disappeared slowly with the passage of time, Mother Nature still retained her place in the world. Sitting by the window in that big truck full of food, the wind pushes some strands of your hair as you breathe in the fresh air. And, sitting in the middle as Rick drives, Daryl glances at you as he checks Denise’s list.

“Don’…” He says with his voice low and thick as always, warning you but making you chuckle. It was the word that Eugene used when he gave Daryl his map, always using fancy ones. At his side as he drives the truck down the hill, Rick chuckles, too. “Why ya never gave me a list?”

You watch the list in his hand and then, you look back at him.

“I think it's impossible to get a high definition TV with surround sound system so I can watch the games again like in those old days. You know, the ones that were on TV before the world went to hell.”

Both men look at you with a funny look, and you look back at the window as the truck approaches that abandoned gas station on the left side of the road. There are papers and trash everywhere, and Rick parks near the gasoline pumps. All of you get out, but since the silent street is free of any walker, you walk around while Rick goes ahead to check the store door.

“We had that shit in our apartment? That round sound thing.”

You chuckle before turning around towards him, smiling innocently.

“Surround sound system, love, and no, we didn’t. We were always fooling around so we never really had time to watch the games. Remember?”

Your words catch him off guard, and his innocent eyes look at you until he understands what they mean. A second later, the boldness shines in his blue eyes, and holding a light smirk, Daryl closes the distance of a few steps between you two, so close you can almost feel his nose againts yours.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me, sunshine?”

You shake your head, softly.

“No, but why?” You whisper. “Does that turn you on?”

“Really?” Rick complains, suddenly, closer than you thought he was. “Now?”

“I’m sorry, Rick.” You chuckle pulling away from your husband.

“Yeah. Sorry, bro.”

Rick looks at you two with a sarcastic expression and raises an eyebrow.

“I regret coming with you two.”

But he is joking and lets it go quickly.

Daryl walks over to the big black box lying in the corner, noticing it is a vending machine turning upside down. Although Denise said it wasn’t of the utmost importance, he wants to go back to Alexandria with a gift for Tara, just because Daryl understood the feeling of trying to do something nice for their person. So, minutes later, Rick rolls over the machine with a chain attached to the truck, and as he gets out and walks towards you two, the glass showing that the interior is full.

“It’s soda and Candy.” Rick says while Daryl removes one of the chains. “Why the trouble?”

“It ain’t a trouble.”

But suddenly, out of nowhere, a man turns around that corner of the store and pushes Rick on his way out, raising his hands in the air as the two men take their guns to aim at the stranger, your own hand holding your weapon hidden behind your waist, as a reflex in the face of danger.

The bandana that covers half of his face shows only his pretty eyes.

“Hi.” He is agitated, as if he has run for a long time. “I was just running from the dead.”

“How many?” Daryl asks while Rick steps back to look at the corner of the lonely place, searching for any walkers close by.

“10. Maybe more. I’m not risking it. Once it gets to double digits, I start running.”

Daryl doesn’t trust him, and he keeps pointing at him with his gun.

“Where?”

“About a half a mile back. They’re headed this way. You probably have about…” The man wiggles his head, looking for the right number. “11 minutes.”

The distrust doesn’t go away, but Rick is the first and the only one who lowers his weapon.

“Okay, thanks for letting us know.”

“Yes.” The man breathes through his bandana. “There’s more of them than us. Right? Gotta stick together.” He looks at Daryl, due to his gun still threatening him. “Right?”

Although that stranger appeared from nowhere, Daryl finally lowers it, too.

“You have a camp?” The man asks.

Maintaining the safety of Alexandria was the main thing, and being selective with the new people you all let in was the first rule until you all knew they could be trusted.

“No.” Daryl lies.

“Do you?” Rick asks.

The man thinks about it for a few seconds.

“No.” He finally answers, and then, he looks at you curiously, standing a little behind them. “It’s just you two, with a woman?”

Before you realize what he meant, Daryl raises his weapon quickly, his hand tightening around it in anger.

“Ya want me to shoot ya, asshole? She’s ma wife and yer gonna say yer sorry.”

The man breathes in a panic, looking at Rick as if he could sense that he’s the sanest.

“You better say it now before he shoots you. Believe me, he will.”

Before looking at you, the man looks at Daryl who is still pointing at him with his gun, so the new one does it. You don’t think what he said was an insult, but it is better to follow the situation calmly before Daryl shoots him for real.

“I’m really sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to offend you.” His colorful eyes seems honest, so you move your hand in the air to minimize the misunderstanding, telling him it’s okay. “Well… sorry for running into you. I’m gonna go now.” He turns around and starts walking, talking over his shoulder. “This is the next world; I hope it’s good to you, guys.”

Daryl and you share a confused look as Rick watches the man walk away.

“I’m Rick, these are (Y/N) and Daryl. What’s your name?”

The man stops, turns around again and pulls his bandana down.

“I’m Paul Rovia. But my friends used to call me Jesus…” He extends his arms out, casually. “You pick.”

“You said you didn’t have a camp.” Rick answers back. “You are on your own?”

“Yeah.” He looks at you all, with a sudden confidence. “But still, best not to try anything.”

However, Daryl doesn’t seem impressed, or intimidated at all.

“Best not to make threats ya can’t keep either.”

“Exactly.” And the man starts running out of there.

“How many walkers—” Rick tries to ask, but Daryl cut him off.

“No. Not this guy.”

Rick makes his question anyways.

“How many walkers have you killed?!”

“Sorry! Gotta run. You should too.”

And he finally disappears around the corner.

Running into new people is still strange, but that situation was a new kind, hard to understand too.

“What the hell was that?” Daryl asks.

“Yeah. He was clean.” Rick nods. “His beard, it was trimmed.”

“And he was way too confident to be just by himself.” You say.

Rick nods again, because if the man is strange to you all, then that is more than just a coincidence: something else is happening.

“He didn’t have a gun either.” Daryl frowns, looking down the path Jesus took.

“We could track him.” Rick puts away his gun. “Watch him for a while. Get to know him more. See if he’s really alone. Maybe bring him back.”

“Nah.” Daryl complains, his voice always low and husky. “That guy calls himself Jesus.”

But then, a noise from the back of the place attracts everyone’s attention: all of you go there, encountering firecrackers exploding in a barrel before hearing the thunderous sound of tires against the pavement.

“Shit.” Daryl says when he realizes the truth. “He swiped yer keys. Didn’t he?”

The moment you all get back to the front, the place is still empty, with the truck full of food moving away up the hill.

“Sorry!” Jesus yells as he drives away, taking the vending machine with him, too.

The three of you stop in the middle of the road, watching with frustration as the truck goes away under your eyes.

“Shit.” Rick says.

The vending machine leaves a path on the middle of the road, like breadcrumbs to track down the thief until you find it halfway on the way. Daryl opens the case to secure Denise’s sodas for Tara while Rick and you catch your breaths after running up there. The strands of your hair stick to your forehead, while the beads of sweat begin to fall on theirs.

“This is a special request from the doctor.” Daryl says, showing Rick the soda can whole opening it to give it to you.

“Hey…” Rick breathes and takes the broken one Daryl gives him. “Whatever she wants. She saved Carl’s life. We didn’t know her, and she turned out to be all right. And if there’s still people out here, and they’re still people, we should bring them in.”

“What? Like this guy?” Daryl points to the path Jesus left, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, fuck this guy.” Rick shakes his head and looks inside the machine for something.

You wipe your mouth with your hand, your mind full of thoughts about what had just happened but without saying anything, at least until you can formulate a coherent opinion.

“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)?” Rick asks when he sees you looking at the ground.

“Well, I just think that…” You doubt if you should share with them what you are thinking, but it’s a waste of time while the truck is still moving. “It’s nothing. We should keep going.”

You try to take a few steps but Daryl stops you reaching out his arm.

“Hey.” He says softly to you. “S’ okay, jus’ say it.”

You are not naive; you know how that world works now. It’s not only the alive against the dead ones. That life was a battle against other people as well. However, not everything was black and white. Or it was?

“I don’t say that what he did is right, but no one steals for pleasure these days, so maybe he did it because he needs it, too.”

Rick wiggles his head slowly, half of him giving you the reason because that is true although nothing apologized what that man did.

“So what?” Daryl frowns, his temper rising again. “Would ya jus’ let him go with our stuff?”

His personality is like a roller coaster, full of constant ups and downs, but luckily, you know how to handle it.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Dixon, it was you who said I could share my opinion. But I’m not saying we should let him go just like that. Hell, no.”

Daryl gives a step back, confused by your sudden change of mood, just like his own.

“So?”

You frown back.

“The truck is ours. And if in this world the strongest ones win, that will be us. So, we will get it back.”

The force in your eyes and the way you look at him catches him completely. But Daryl is no longer too shy, and although he likes your privacy as a marriage, he can’t help but face you again, looking slightly down to you.

“Since when ya are this ballsy, woman?”

Playing, you scoff at him.

“Fuck you. I was like this long before I met your ass.”

“I really hate you both right now.” Rick says in a sigh, making Daryl chuckle.

“Sorry, bro. S’ jus’… she looks so hot right now.”

You chuckle too as Rick raises an eyebrow.

“It’s because we ran until we got here. Now, we should get going.”

At first, you try to be understanding to the request of both men asking you to wait behind the bushes while they surprise the stranger, who just finished fixing the tire of the truck parked in the middle of the road, away from the danger posed by Paul, or Jesus, or whatever he chose to call himself, but you can’t help but compare him to a fox, somewhat elusive, almost slippery as he managed to dodge the blows of Rick and Daryl, who were hit in the stomach and pushed against the truck, respectively.

So, when Jesus turns around, he stops dead with your gun pointed at his face, his hands in the air.

“You would really shoot me in the face just for a truck?”

You take the safety off the gun your dad gave you for protection before dying.

“No. Not in the face, but in the legs just below the knees so you stop being so slippery.”

He takes a deep breath.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Behind him, Rick and Daryl raise their own weapons, making you lower your own.

“Oh, trust me, pretty boy, I totally would.”

But suddenly, before you can say more, a walker comes out of the bushes, grunting at you all.

“Do you even have any ammo?” Jesus asks, but Daryl and Rick are already tired of him, and both shoot the walker at the same time. “Okay, again, are you gonna shoot me over a truck?”

“There’s a lot of foot on that truck.” Rick says. “The keys. Now.”

In the end, Jesus gives him the keys and Rick ties his hands and feet up to leave him there, on a side of the road.

“The knots aren’t that tight. You should be able to get free… after we’re long gone.”

For his part, Daryl grunts when he sees that some of the soda cans had crushed during the fight, with all the content dripping from his backpack.

“Maybe we should talk now.” Jesus smiles when Rick walks away.

“Nah.” Daryl walks pass him by too and makes you walk with him to the passenger seat. But first, he stops to shake a can and throws it at Jesus. “Here. In case ya gets thirsty.”

When you two get to the passenger seat, Daryl goes up first, and though he has to move to let you go up, too, he leans down to take you by the waist to help you go up to sit between his legs. You are a little surprise by his action, but he just closes the truck door and chuckles as Rick moves the keys around his finger.

“You were right, (Y/N).” He smiles at you as he starts the truck. “We are the strongest ones.”

As the truck begins to move, Daryl leans back against the seat and shows his middle finger out the window.

“So long, ya prick!” He yells at Jesus.

The loud music in the truck accompanies you all the way. As you lean your arm against the window frame, the wind makes your tied hair move back, in a soothing and peaceful way. Daryl’s right hand continues to rest against your waist beneath your t–shirt, holding you against him while everything around is still fine.

“He ain’t that pretty, y’know?” Daryl says quietly over the music, after a long moment of silence.

You frown, turning slightly to look at him.

"Are you kidding with me? I was just messing with him. Jesus...” But you laugh when Daryl frowns, even though you just said the name of the son of God, not the stranger’s. "That's not what I meant!"

Daryl scoffs, but before he can answer back, Rick talks first, pointing something on the road in front.

“Hey, look at that.”

A barn. When you get close, the even path changes for an unstable one as you all enter the barn’s lawn, but, out of nowhere, there is a blow that comes from the roof, getting your attention before theirs.

“You hear that?” You ask as Daryl lowers all the volume of the music.

“I think that son of a bitch is on the roof.”

“Hold on.” Tired of him, Rick steps on the brake and the truck stops abruptly, throwing Jesus through the air until he falls in front of you all.

Then, he just gets up on his feet and runs away. It is ridiculous. It is almost comical the way Rick drives to chase him down the field, but in the end, it’s Daryl who has enough of him.

“Motherfu—” Daryl stops himself to take you by the waist, and he moves from under you. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Before you react or before his brother can stop the car, Daryl opens the door and gets out of the truck to chase after Jesus on foot while Rick drives near them.

You sigh.

“Sometimes I can’t believe I’m married to that man.”

Rick chuckles and tries to move the truck to block Jesus, but that elusive fox is agile, so he steps back the truck as Daryl and Jesus swing from side to side in the middle of the field, waiting for one of them to take the first step.

“We should clear the way for them.” Rick looks at the walkers around the place as they are starting to move too close.

You open the truck door, moving away from it, pulling the knife from the sheath of your waist.

“We came to a conclusion, asshole!” Daryl yells at Jesus, still in the middle of the place untill he runs away, so Daryl looks at you two before he starts chasing him, again. “I got him!”

Some walkers were tied up around another truck, and you and Rick make them fall when they manage to break the rope free.

Back in the truck, Jesus opens the driver’s door and tries to get in, but Daryl grabs him from his jacket and tries to pull him out.

“Come ‘ere, ya lil’ shit.”

No one sees it coming, no one pays any attention, but a walker comes up to Daryl from behind, dangerously close until it enters Jesus’s view. So he raises a gun, watching Daryl as he freezes there.

“Duck.” He says.

Daryl understands it at once and crouches. The bullet flies over him and enters directly into the walker’s head causing it to fall. He looks back and studies the body on the ground before turning back to look at Jesus.

“Thanks.” Daryl breathes out and punches him right on the face. “That’s ma gun! Come ‘ere.”

The shot pierces your ears and Rick’s, causing to both of you to look at the truck in the distance, and you two run to them. Daryl tries to pull Jesus out of the truck, but Jesus knocks it into neutral, and the vehicle starts rolling into a pond behind. Daryl jumps out of the moving vehicle and Jesus followed him, but his head gets hit with the door and he passes out. When Rick and you finally reach the place, you watch Daryl moving Jesus with his boot as the truck sinks.

You sigh heavily when you all see the last of that truck before it disappears forever.

The new car you all get is old, ironically, but Rick keeps driving through the silent road in the middle of those huge trees and green landscape. In the backseat, Daryl pushes Jesus who is still pretty unconscious, but his body continues to fall back on Daryl’s shoulder.

“Ow, is he your new best friend?” You tease him, making Daryl grunt. “I’m getting jealous, actually.”

“Be quiet, woman.”

“Hey. I told you I could go in the back with him.”

“Yeah? Over ma dead body.”

Just to annoy him even more, Rick moves the car so that way Jesus’ body would fall back on Daryl. He grunts again, pushing Jesus far from him as Rick drives back to Alexandria.

That same night, Daryl and Rick walk down Alexandria Street back to their homes after leaving Jesus in the basement. He was fine despite the hit, and by now they just have to wait for him to wake up in the morning. As they arrive at Rick’s house first, it’s time to say goodbye.

“It was pretty stupid of us to go out there. Wasn’t?” Rick asks as he goes up the stairs of his porch.

“Yep.” Daryl nods walking away. “Do it again tomorrow?”

“Yep.” Rick answers watching him go. “Tell (Y/N) to come. I hate it when you guys are about to lick each other’s faces but it’s hella funny when you two start arguing.”

“Hu–uh.” Daryl waves his hand to him.

Two houses away, Daryl goes up the steps of the porch and opens the door to his house. The only light comes from a lamp on the table in the living room, shining with an amber color. He closes the door behind him and watches you come out of the kitchen.

“There’s a couple of sandwiches in case you’re hungry.”

But he just walks towards you while you stop in front of the stairs. You are tired but it had been a funny day in spite of everything, and you laugh when Daryl wraps his arms around your waist to lift you up, so you hold yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your legs around his waist.

“Nah. Jus’ want some time alone with ma wife.”

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andvys · 2 years ago

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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 6

Warnings: angst, mentions of heartbreak, alcohol consumption

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Steve finally gets the answer to a question that has been haunting him for days.

Word count: 6k+

A/N: @belokhvostikova remember the ask you sent me about the idea with the denim jacket? I had to include it in this chapter, so thank you hehe <;3

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Steve’s phone kept ringing all day, since the early morning hours. He doesn’t know if it was her or his mom, he didn’t bother to get up and check. At some point, the doorbell rang twice, he didn’t get up to open it either. He wanted to be left alone. He didn’t want to see anyone except for you. The thought of you just made him cry harder and made him feel more pathetic about himself – he kept reminding himself that it was him who fucked it all up.

He never felt such self hatred for himself the way he does now. All day, he laid in bed thinking about you and all the things that happened that led him here, getting drunk at a bar he used to hate, wallowing in self pity while he knocks back one drink after the other after throwing his fake ID on the counter.

How will he keep going?

Steve downs his fourth drink of the night and slides the empty glass over to the bartender, asking for another one.

The man gives him a look of concern, eying Steve for a moment.

“Just.. please,” Steve mumbles.

The bartender sighs, shaking his head, he mumbles something under his breath but still, he picks up the bottle and pours the whiskey into the glass, “you’re getting water after this one, son.”

“I have water at home,” Steve says. He reaches for the glass and slides it back towards himself. He leans his elbow on the counter and looks around the mostly empty room. Some rock song is playing in the background, one he doesn’t recognize. There’s a heavy cloud of smoke in the corner of the room where two men are sitting, laughing at some jokes that probably aren’t funny as they smoke their cigarettes and drink their beer.

The door opens and in walks the guy that is probably one of the most irritating people at Hawkins High – to him, at least. Steve bites back a groan when their eyes lock. He turns back around, avoiding eye contact. From the corner of his eye, he sees him walking towards the bar.

“Hey Tony.”

Steve lifts his head a little to see the Bartender smiling.

“Hey Ed, how’s it going?”

Eddie drums his fingers against the wooden counter, he looks around the room, “good, uh, have you seen my notebook? I’ve been looking for it everywhere but I can’t find it – I even cleaned out my van, can you believe it?”

Tony chuckles, “was about time you cleaned out that thing, boy.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, snorting, “yeah, well I’m busy.”

“With what?”

Eddie pretends to think as he raises his brows and looks up at the ceiling, “well, working my ass off so I don’t have to repeat senior year again, I recently found a good tutor,” Eddie smirks, “got myself a muse to help me write the song texts,” Eddie wiggles his brows, making the older man laugh, “working on a new campaign. Oh and of course, how could I forget, comforting the broken hearted – you know, just the usual,” he shrugs as his eyes flicker over to Steve for a moment.

“What a busy man you are, Eddie,” Tony chuckles, shaking his head. He throws the towel on the counter, “I’ll take a look in the back.”

“Thanks man,” Eddie smiles, watching him disappear in the hallways. He turns his head to look at Steve.

“What is King Steve doing at the Hideout?”

Steve turns to face him and Eddie raises his brows in surprise, “damn, you look like shit, man.” Eddie says. Taking in the puffy eyes and the dark circles beneath them, he almost feels bad for him. His hair looks messy, not as perfectly done the way it always is.

“Get lost, freak.”

“Always the douchebag,” Eddie mumbles, rolling his eyes.

Steve turns away, he raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip, swallowing the bitterness.

“Are you pre drinking for the dance tomorrow or are you just drowning your sorrows in alcohol because you finally realized what a piece of shit you are?” Eddie asks. Not being able to hold back.

Steve frowns, he turns to face him. There is something in Eddie’s eyes that Steve can’t read.

“What the hell is your problem?” He asks. Not understanding the anger that is directed at him. They never liked each other but they never attacked each other either. Steve avoided him, he never had the jock’s back when they bullied him but he never really did anything about it either.

Eddie looks at him for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak but decides against it. He sighs and looks away but Steve keeps staring at him. A weird feeling takes over him when he looks down at the jacket Eddie is wearing. His heart stops and his face pales.

It’s that jacket. The one that has been in your room all week. It’s just a normal dark denim jacket, it could just be a similar one, he tells himself. But the Metallica pin on the sleeve is the exact same one that he had seen on the jacket in your room.

Eddie smells like cigarettes and weed, the cologne that he can smell even from a distance is the same one that he had smelled on you. Realization floods through him in a cold wave.

Eddie Munson is the stoner Billy had talked about?

Eddie Munson is the guy you have been seeing?

How did you even meet him?

You never even talked to him when you were still with him.

“You got lucky, Ed,” Tony says, holding up Eddie’s notebook, “you gotta take better care of your things.”

Eddie chuckles, feeling relief. He takes the notebook and sighs, “I know, I know,” he mumbles and steps back, “I’ll see you on Tuesday, Tony.”

“Tell your old man to come by too.”

“Yes sir,” Eddie salutes, grinning at the older man, he takes another look at Steve, who stares into blank space as he holds the half empty glass in his hand. Sighing, he turns around and leaves.

Steve snaps out of his thoughts, he reaches for the wallet in his back pocket and picks out a fifty dollar bill. He throws it on the counter and puts his wallet back into place, he grabs his jacket and makes his way out of the bar, following Eddie.

“Hey! This is too much, kid!”

“Keep the change,” Steve mumbles before he stumbles out into the cold. He clumsily puts on his jacket. The cold air hits him harshly and he suddenly feels much tipsier than he did while he was in there.

Eddie stands by his van, the notebook is tucked under his arm, his hand is cupped over the cigarette that is between his lips as he lights it up.

“Hey!” Steve calls out to him. He stumbles through the snow. He blinks, trying to get rid of the blurriness in his eyes.

Eddie turns around to face him, a curious look residing on his face. He blows the smoke into the other direction and leans against his van.

“What do you want, Harrington?”

Steve stops in front of him. The wind feels harsh on his skin, not even the thick jacket does anything to shield him from the cold. How Eddie is able to walk around with a denim jacket and not freeze to death makes him wonder.

“W-Where did you get that jacket?” He asks. Not knowing what else to ask now that he stands in front of him.

Eddie stares at him with a serious look on his face, eyeing him up and down. “Why?” He asks. “You wanna buy it?”

Steve furrows his brows, he shakes his head, “no?”

“Why do you wanna know?”

Steve’s mind is a little hazy, he feels more drunk than tipsy, right now.

“You’re the stoner.”

Eddie raises his brows, his dark eyes flash with amusement and confusion, “the stoner?” He chuckles and takes another drag from his cigarette. “They usually call me a drug dealer but sure, I’m also a stoner – sometimes.”

Steve shakes his head. “A-Are you with y/n?”

Eddie tilts his head. “With y/n?”

“Are you hooking up with her?” Steve asks, angrily.

A knowing look takes over Eddie’s expression. He pulls back and sighs in annoyance.

“Not that it’s any of your business but no, I don’t take advantage of vulnerable girls. And not everything is about sex,” he glares at him. He feels irritated by Steve and by the way he looks so confused about this revelation.

“Then what is it about?” He slurs. Throwing his hands up.

“Jesus, you’re a real douchebag. Is that all you think about? Sex?” He asks. “Can’t two people that like each other just be friends?”

The look on his face tells him no. For some reason, Steve can’t comprehend that thought. How can Eddie be your friend and not want you? He always wanted you. Ever since you were little kids. He always loved you. He always wanted you to be his – until he didn’t.

Eddie shakes his head and rolls his eyes, he throws the cigarette into the snow and walks away. The sound of Steve’s keys jingling makes him halt in his tracks though. He closes his eyes, annoyance rushes through him. He doesn’t like Steve, he never did and after what he did to you, he started liking him even less but you are his friend and you still care about him. He takes a deep breath and turns around.

“Put those keys away, dude.”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles. Looking up in confusion.

“You’re not driving home like that,” he says. Pointing to his drunken state, he watches Steve trip over a small pile of snow. Maybe if things were different, he would’ve laughed at him. “Get in the van, I’ll drive you home.”

Steve looks at his car, knowing he is in no state to drive himself but he refuses to get into a car with Eddie Munson.

“I’ll walk.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you let the freak drive you home.”

It’s not about that, it’s about you.

Steve looks at Eddie, who stares at him in annoyance.

“Get in the car, dude. She’d kick my ass if she knew that I let you drive home like this.”

Steve looks down for a moment. He takes a few deep breaths and nods. He puts the keys back in his pocket and opens the door, careful not to slip on the icy ground, he looks down and gets into the van.

Eddie jumps into the driver's seat and closes the door. He throws the notebook on the windshield and puts the key into the ignition, startling Steve with the loud music when he starts the car. He scrunches his face up and turns down the volume, “shit, my bad.”

Steve’s heart is pumping in his chest, sighing, he opts to look out the window after putting the seatbelt on.

“Your music sucks.”

“The audacity you have, Harrington,” Eddie scoffs. “Here I am being nice, inviting you into my van and you dare to insult the best music that there is!” He says dramatically.

Eddie hits the buttons, turning on the radio instead, Heroes by David Bowie starts playing, “here, just for you, King Steve.” He snorts. Not knowing that this will turn out to be a bad idea. Steve tenses up when he hears the song but Eddie doesn’t notice, he is too focused on the street as he backs out of the parking spot.

The song takes him back to last year, back to you.

“If you had to give us – our relationship a song, which one would it be?” You asked him as you sat on his lap.

“A Song?" He asked, chuckling.

You nodded with a smile on your face as you looked through your new polaroid pictures that you have taken with him in the snow. He leaned his chin on your shoulder and tightened his grip on your waist.

“Uh– probably, Heroes.”

“By David Bowie?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, humming. For a moment, it was silent between the two of you, you placed the polaroids back on the table and turned to face him.

“Isn’t it sad though?”

Steve shrugged, not thinking as deeply as you did.

“He sings,” you cleared your throat and looked at him shyly. “And you, you can be mean,

and I, I'll drink all the time. 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day. We can be heroes for ever and ever. What d'you say?”

Steve was smiling at you, his heart was fluttering in his chest and you, you were blushing by the time you were done singing.

He poked your waist and leaned in to kiss your cheek, giving you one of his rare soft moments. “Exactly, he sings ‘we’re lovers’.”

“You are not listening to the rest of the song, Steve!”

“Then keep going.”

“No,” you giggled.

“Please,” he whispered, pouting. “I love your voice.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully. You kissed his cheek and began to sing again, clearly loving the sweet moment between the two of you when he watched you with soft eyes. He cleared his throat and picked you up, laughing at the squeal that fell from your lips, he leaned in to steal a kiss before he placed your feet on the ground. He grabbed your hairbrush from your desk and held it up to his lips.

“I, I will be king and you, you will be queen.” He sang.

You giggled and walked backwards as he began to walk you towards your bed.

“Though nothing will drive them away. We can be Heroes, just for one day.” He furrowed his brows as he tried to remember the rest of the lyrics. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him, “and we kissed, as though nothing could fall.”

“You forgot the rest of the lyrics–” he cut you off with his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. He pulled your body so close against his, he could feel your heartbeat.

Now he feels his heart breaking in his chest.

Maybe it’s the ache in his chest, maybe it’s the alcohol in his system or maybe it’s just a combination of both that makes him break down in Eddie Munson’s van. Startling the man who was bobbing his head to the music until he heard Steve’s quiet sob. Stopping at the red light, he furrows his brows and looks over at Steve.

“Uh– you good?” He asks. He feels a little stupid to ask him that, clearly, Steve is feeling anything but good. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel and presses his lips together. How does he comfort a man that he doesn’t even like?

Steve cries softly, the shame isn’t there yet, right now, he doesn’t care that he is crying in front of Eddie who could tell everyone that King Steve broke down in his car while listening to David Bowie.

“Need a tissue?” Eddie asks even though he knows he doesn’t have any in his van.

Steve just shakes his head, clearly wanting to be left alone.

Eddie nods to himself, taking a deep breath, he sighs. Eddie knows why he is crying, it doesn’t take him long to figure it out. The moment he saw him getting drunk at the Hideout, he just knew.

He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the drive over to Steve’s house. The music and Steve’s soft cries sound through the van. A part of Eddie pities Steve, the other part doesn’t – after all, it’s all his own fault.

He pulls up into Steve’s driveway, still remembering the way to his house from the last party he threw back in august when he had first talked to you. He stops the car and turns down the music a little.

“We’re here.”

Steve nods. He wipes the tears away and he reaches for the door handle but he doesn’t leave, not yet. His eyes fall on the note lying on the floor, it must’ve slipped out from his notebook. He instantly recognizes your handwriting and his heart drops a little when he realizes that you are writing them for someone else now. It’s not affectionate or romantic, the note only says ‘good luck on the test today. Can’t wait for the milkshakes you promised!’ Next to a smiley.

“I miss her.”

Eddie didn’t expect to hear those words from him. He leans back in his seat.

“I-I miss her so much,” he whispers. “I-I don’t know what to do without her. I want her back.”

“You have a girlfriend, man. You left y/n for her,” Eddie mumbles. “Do you even know what you want?”

Steve feels the bile rising in his throat. He feels sick.

“I do now, b-but it’s too late.”

Eddie glances at him. The look of sadness and the tears are genuine and so are his words but there isn’t anything that he could say that could make Steve feel better. He doesn’t deserve you, you are too good for him and you have suffered enough to give him another chance to break you again.

“I don’t know what you wanna hear, dude. You broke her heart and you did it in such a fucked up way too, there’s no coming back from that.”

Steve isn’t sure about what he wanted to hear but it’s definitely not that.

“Just leave her alone, you’re only making things worse,” Eddie sighs as he thinks about you. “Go home, Steve.”

Steve sniffles, he opens the door and nods.

“And don’t ruin the night for her tomorrow.”

Steve’s eyes widen, he looks at him through the tears. “She's coming?”

Eddie nods, “yeah, her friends convinced her to come.” He can see the look in Steve’s eyes, it’s the same one he sees in your eyes. He loves you, which makes everything so much more confusing. Why did he leave you for someone else when he loves you so much?

Steve blinks. He looks down for a moment, staring at the note that makes his heart ache. “Oh okay,” he whispers. “T-Thanks for driving me home.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, this is the most kindness he had ever shown to him.

“Don’t mention it,” he mumbles. He narrows his eyes at him. Steve doesn’t move yet. The look on his face tells him that he wants to say more.

“Spit it out, dude.”

Steve looks up. Tears continue to brim in his eyes, the words are strangled in his throat. He takes a few deep breaths as he tries to stay calm.

“T-Take care of her?”

Eddie wants to tell him that you are capable of taking care of yourself but he decides against it. He nods. Even though he can’t understand why Steve did what he did, he can imagine the self hatred and the sadness he is feeling. A flicker of sympathy flashes in Eddie’s eyes.

“I will.”

Steve almost breaks down when he thinks of your words again, of the way you cried when you begged for him to leave, when you called him bullshit.

He walks away when he feels like breaking down again.

He fumbles with the keys, almost dropping them when his hands begin to shake. He manages to open the door, he steps inside and closes it. Leaning against it, he drops the floor and buries his face in his hands, a broken sob leaves his lips.

He knows he has to let you go, the way you let him go but how?

How?

You stare at your reflection in the full length mirror. You apply the red lipstick that Chrissy convinced you to get when you stopped by the drug store after you bought the dress that you had caught your eye the last time you went shopping with them. A black, glittery dress. It’s not too tight but it’s not a wide one either, though it fits your body perfectly. The straps are thin and it has a cut on the side. You love it. It’s not something you would usually wear, you always opted for the colorful dresses but, you feel like it’s time to switch things up.

How you let them convince you to come to the dance after all? You have no idea but the thought of spending another night filled with tears made you feel miserable.

Heather is standing behind you with the curling iron as she finishes off the rest of your hairstyle.

Some Christmas song is playing on the radio, the room smells like a mix of hairspray and perfume.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask as you stop applying the lipstick.

She hums, glancing at you through your mirror.

Heather purses her lips, she pulls the curling iron away from your hair and twists the wave.

“Is it just me or is Chrissy being weird towards me?”

“What do you mean?” She asks. But you can see the knowing look in her eyes, you know she – they are both not telling you something.

She runs her fingers through your hair and smooths down your waves and applies more hairspray.

“She’s just, I don’t know. I feel like she’s keeping something from me,” you mumble. “And she seemed so sad when I agreed to go with you.”

Heather hesitates to speak up. You can tell that she is trying to come up with a lie.

“She’s probably just sad because she has to go with Jason Carver.”

You look down at your painted nails and nod, “yeah, I guess.”

“Which I totally get, who would want to go with him?” Heather tries to change the topic, you know she is.

“Literally no one,” you snort. “But he will probably be the new King of Hawkins High once Steve and Billy graduate and the naive freshman girls will throw themselves at him,” you say with a disgusted look on your face.

“God, that’s a disgusting thought,” Heather says. “Let’s talk about something else – look at you,” she smirks as she leans down, placing her finger under your chin, she raises your head, “queen of Haw–”

“Don’t say that,” you groan as you tilt your head up to look at her.

She chuckles and ruffles your hair a little. “You look amazing, now get your ass into that dress and let’s go. Maybe Munson will show up for you and steal you for a dance,” she wiggles her brows.

You roll your eyes but you can’t fight the smile off your face.

“Shut up,” you mumble. You reach for your half finished drink. Maybe it’s not a good idea to drink alcohol but you need it, right now. You don’t plan on getting drunk, just a little tipsy to make it through the night.

You both finish getting ready, you put your dresses on and take a few polaroid pictures in front of the fairy lights in your room. You throw a mint into your mouth and spray more perfume on yourself, hoping that your mom won’t smell the wine on you.

She doesn’t notice it or at least, it seems like she doesn’t. She takes more pictures of you and Heather in front of the Christmas tree before you leave.

The school hall is bustling with people, loud music is playing and everything is decorated in gold, red and green colors – fitting the Christmas season. Your arm is linked with Heather’s. She seems excited, you feel overwhelmed.

The lights are flashing, girls in colorful dresses rush past you with their dates. You look around, trying to spot Chrissy but you don’t see her anywhere. You sigh, the first few minutes of a big event are always the most awkward ones.

Where do you stand? Where do you sit? Who do you talk to? Is it too early to dance? Is it too early to leave?

“Hey, are you okay?” Heather asks.

You nod, smiling at her.

“You seem a little overwhelmed.”

“I’m fine, I-I just need something to drink.”

“A drink?” A deeper voice asks. One that instantly makes you roll your eyes.

Billy steps in front of you with a smirk on his face, he eyes you up and down before he looks over at Heather, checking her out as well. He is wearing a tux, the button down underneath the jacket is almost fully unbuttoned.

“You look slutty, Billy.” You joke, “you’re lucky Mrs. Myers isn’t around or you’d be sent home for violating the dress code.”

He chuckles darkly, leaning closer to you, he holds up one finger, “the slutty look is exactly what I was going for.”

“As always,” you snort.

“Do you wanna dance?” Billy asks you.

“No thanks but Heather wants to dance.”

She turns to you with wide eyes and red cheeks.

“I know you want to,” you whisper into her ear before you pull away and place her hand into Billy’s, who smirks at you.

“I’ll drown you in the punch if you don’t treat her well.”

He only laughs in amusement, clearly not taking the threat seriously.

“Y/n?” Heather glares at you.

“Have fun, babe.”

You know all about her not so secret crush on Billy – she is good at hiding it but you saw right through it.

You make your way over to the snack table. Waving at some of the girls from the cheer squad who are taking pictures with their dates.

A huge bowl is in the middle of the table, filled with red liquid and fresh fruit. You wonder if someone spiked it with alcohol yet. You pour some of it into a cup and take a sip. Definitely spiked. You down the rest of the drink and pour yourself a second cup.

“Hey.”

You freeze. You stare down at your drink. Yeah, you definitely need the alcohol tonight. You haven’t talked to him since that night, you sat next to him during English class today and you had submitted the essay together but you didn’t talk and you hoped that it would stay that way. You didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

“Careful with the punch, Tommy spiked it.”

You turn around to face him, his eyes widen a little when he takes in the sight of you. He looks you up and down, not in the same way Billy did but in a way that leaves your skin crawling and your heart racing.

He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red bow tie. His hair looks amazing as always but his eyes are filled with sadness.

“Good,” you mumble as you drink the spiked punch.

“Y-You look beautiful,” Steve says. His heart flutters, you steal his breath away. The dark eyeshadow makes your eye color more prominent. Your red lips look so kissable and the dress looks like it was made for you. You are perfect.

“Where’s your girlfriend, Steve?” You sigh. You refuse to look into his eyes, knowing that it will only make things worse.

He blinks, furrowing his brows. He looks over your shoulder to where she’s standing with Jonathan, smiling at him. “She’s uh–” he stops talking when he sees you walking away. He sighs, clenching his hand into a fist, “shit..”

You already feel like going home – you knew you would run into him, you still weren’t prepared, you never are. You are sick of the feeling he leaves you with whenever you see him. You are so over it.

You take a seat at your assigned table and look around, finally spotting Chrissy in the crowd. She’s dancing with Jason, you can see the forced smile even from a mile away.

You can’t stand him. You always hated the way he treats others – the way he thinks that he is so much better than everyone else and the way he thinks he can have anyone he wants. The way he uses Mrs. Cunningham’s liking towards him to force himself into Chrissy’s life, knowing that she doesn’t actually like him.

You relax a little when you see Heather heading towards Chrissy, pulling her away from Jason so that they can dance together. You lean back in the chair and sip on your drink.

You wish you would have stayed at home.

You wish you would have listened to Eddie when he said that this sucks.

You feel like a loser, sitting by yourself at this empty table, sipping one drink after the other as your eyes continuously move back to him. You see him with her and it breaks your heart all over again. By now, you should be used to it and you were – you have gotten used to this. To him not being yours anymore, to him loving someone else, to him being with someone else but then he turned everything upside down.

His confession left you in shambles. He had broken everything, again. All the strength you have gathered since the day he left you, he took it all away from you with a few words and a kiss that almost happened.

He loves you, that’s what he said. But he is here, holding her in his arms, kissing her as though he didn’t try to kiss you, two nights ago. He is dancing with her, whispering things into her and holding her tightly.

None of it makes sense to you.

If he loves you so much, then why is he dancing with her as though nothing ever happened?

Why is he still with her?

Is she a rebound now or were you just the backup plan all along?

The girl he’d come back to once things with her go downhill?

Are they already going downhill?

Is that why he told you he still loves you?

So that he has someone to come back to?

You feel so miserable. The longer you stare at him. You begin to feel worse and worse.

Not even a dance with your friends helps you lift your mood. Not even the compliments and the nice things that people have said to you tonight, make you feel better. Nothing makes you feel better but you force a smile on your face, a happy one. The way you always do and you dance with Heather and Chrissy, holding their hands and pretending to have the time of your life when all you wanna do is go home and cry yourself to sleep.

It’s when you find yourself sitting on the bleachers with a sad expression on your face, ready to say ‘fuck it’ and go home, that your night takes a turn for the better.

You don’t hear the footsteps coming your way, you are too busy looking at all the happy couples. Someone clears their throat.

“May the Master of Dungeons have a dance with the ethereal Queen of Hawkins High?”

Your eyes widen and a smile tugs at your lips, you straighten up and turn to look at Eddie who playfully bows in front of you with a smile on his face, getting a few weird looks from the other, which neither of you care about.

A giggle falls from your lips, “Eddie!”

“Come on, give me your hand, Queen.”

You laugh and place your hand in his. He pulls you up and smiles at you when your eyes lock. “Look at you,” he beams. He raises your hand over your head, “give me a twirl,” he winks.

You roll your eyes, playfully. Giving him the twirl that he asked for, you can’t help but giggle when he begins to whistle.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart!”

He grabs your waist when you stumble a little. He instantly smells the alcohol on you.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He eyes you with a smile on his face, “love the smokey eyes and the dress – honestly, you look like a witchy fairy.”

“A witchy fairy?” You laugh, tilting your head.

He puts his hand over his heart, “I mean that as a compliment – a badass witchy, fairy, shit, I’m gonna have to create a character based on you now.”

You shake your head, laughing at the concentrated look on his face. He is wearing a white button down, a few buttons are left undone, one of his tattoos is peeking out from beneath the shirt, and a silver chain is around his neck. His curly hair looks as good as always.

“You look amazing, Eddie.”

He raises his brows in surprise, his dark eyes light up.

“Thank you, badass fairy witch,” he winks. “Look, I stole these pants from Wayne, I have none without holes in them,” he laughs, pointing to the black pants he is wearing.

You can’t even help but giggle.

“I thought this isn’t your thing,” you say. Gesturing to the dance.

He shrugs, “yeah well, I thought you could use a dance partner.”

Your gaze softens. A feeling of warmth and comfort rushes through you. “You came for me?”

He holds your hand tighter, “who else would I come here for?” He asks as he looks into your big eyes.

“My knight in shining armor,” you tease.

He snorts at your words, “come on.” He says as he pushes you in front of him and leads you into the middle of the dance floor, pushing some jock out of the way. You can feel the eyes on you, you can see the weird looks from the cheerleaders when they see you with Eddie. It only makes you scoff at them.

A squeal leaves your lips when Eddie suddenly twirls you again, laughing when you hold onto his hand tightly. He wraps his arms around you from behind and leans in, “let me guess, you had some of that spiked punch?” He whispers into your ear.

"Absolutely,” you giggle and turn around to face him. You place your hands on his shoulders.

“Bad girl,” he smirks, tapping your nose.

“I learned from the best.” You tap his nose back, making him laugh.

Steve watches you and Eddie with an irritated look on his face. You seem so carefree and happy with him. So familiar. Like you have known each other for a long time already. You melt into his touch so easily and laugh at whatever he is whispering into your ear.

The feeling in his chest is sickening. He knows it’s jealousy. He can’t do anything about it though. The girl in his arms is his, you aren’t – not anymore.

Every breath you take by The Police starts playing. Some leave the dance floor, some stay to slow dance with their partner. Steve pulls Nancy closer and looks over her shoulder to see what you will do.

Eddie pulls you closer and you wrap your arms around him, you lay your head on his chest, melting into him so easily. It breaks Steve’s heart a little. He feels tense, it’s hard to see you with someone else, even when Eddie said that there is nothing but friendship between the two of you, it certainly looks more than just that to Steve.

You don’t even notice the weird looks you are getting from the people around you. You are only focused on him. The thought of you and Eddie somehow hurts more than the thought of you and Billy. Because Billy would be nothing more than a hookup but Eddie? Eddie is a good guy, one who will treat you well and love you the way he couldn’t.

“Is everything okay?” Nancy asks as she lifts her head to look at him.

“Yeah,” he mumbles with a frown on his face. “Why?”

Her blue eyes are filled with confusion, she shrugs, “you seem tense.”

“I’m fine, Nance,” he says, softly.

“Okay,” she smiles.

When she lays her head on his chest, he squeezes her and looks back up. His breath hitches in his throat when his eyes lock with yours as you rest your chin on Eddie’s shoulder, who’s back is turned towards him. For a moment, you look at each other. Steve’s heart begins to beat faster in his chest, the longer you look at each other. He longs for you. This, all of this, feels so wrong. He shouldn’t be here with her and you shouldn’t be there with him.

But while his eyes soften, your eyes harden.

His are filled with longing and sadness.

Yours are filled with indifference.

You look at each other for a few long seconds and then you take one final look at him before you tear your eyes away from him. Somehow, that felt like a stab to his heart because that moment felt like the end. The realization that it is truly over makes his blood run cold. He feels paralyzed by the pain that he had caused himself.

Eddie tightens his hold on you when he feels how tense you are, he looks down at you with a look of concern in his eyes.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

"Yes, please."

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Lessons of the Heart (Ch.2) 📚💖

Chapter 2: Little do you Know

Single Dad!Miguel x Teacher!FReader

Summary: Being a father is not easy, and even less so when he is single. This is Miguel O'Hara's life, who has raised his daughter Gabriella alone after her mother's abandonment. Everything has been extremely difficult and challenging, especially now that they have to start over in a new neighborhood. Miguel barely has time for anything else besides his daughter and his job… everything changes a bit when he meets his daughter's teacher: you.

CW: different POV, mentions of bullying and xenophobia, mild angst, sad children, blaming, mentions of OF, Miguel is kinda shitty, not use of Y/N, only a last name, mentions of nudity. (Let me know if I forgot something, pls)

Divider by: @cinemabeans

A/N: Finally, after long weeks I am able to bring you the update of my crazy fanfic. A thousand thanks to all the people who commented, reposted and most of all, interacted <3 it means a lot to me that you've been so kind to me. I was scared to death and anxious, but I know I count on very nice people to bring this idea forward that little by little is taking shape hehe. Take care and see you next time!

As always, thanks a lot to @miss-tarja , who had been helping me to improve and also, she has giving me advice in order to be a better writer and oc, to keep writing this fanfic 💚

The long hallway felt longer and colder than it really was. Both girls felt as if the floor might disappear beneath their feet.

How many children get sent to the principal’s office on their first day of school? Many.

But because of a fight? Very few.

Gabriella and Emily kept their little hands intertwined, as if they were walking through a dark and cold place, and their only light was each other.

Her brown eyes stared at Emily, who walked while looking down at her feet. Then, she looked at your back — your ponytail swinging rhythmically with your steps.

You hadn't been cruel or cold. However, the girls needed to explain themselves. They probably deserved a small "punishment," just like the other 5th grade children.

Finally, they reached the huge door with a sign that read "PRINCIPAL".

Gabriella swallowed hard and squeezed Emily’s hand again — and Emily did the same.

His leg bounced the whole day. Since Miguel was called by a woman from Gabriella's school, he hadn't felt calm.

He had spilled his mug of coffee over the desk by accident. He had missed his lunch time.

It was incredible how nervous and upset he was.

"Your daughter was in the middle of a slight bullying incident."

"We need to have a word once the classes are done."

Those were the words he could remember from that calling. Probably the principal or a secretary.

He took a deep breath and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost time and Gabriella will finish her classes for today and he must go for her.

But now... his priority is to find out what happened. Why was Gabriella taken to the principal's office on her first day at school?

“Canija…”

Miguel mumbled and while he turned off his computer, he gathered his belongings.

The road towards the school had been eternal, but he was almost there. Miguel saw the huge building from afar and the many parents waiting for their children. He parked his car and with firm steps, Miguel walked to school.

He didn’t know why he was so worried.

He was afraid of failing as a father.

It was threatening for him thinking that perhaps he wasn’t “perfect” as people at college or in his old job claimed.

Slapping himself mentally, he decided to push all those insecure thoughts out for now and focus entirely on seeing what mess his daughter had gotten herself into.

With the help of the receptionist, who escorted him to the office, Miguel entered a large, well-lit room. At first glance, it didn’t look like a traditional office. It was more like a common room divided by cubicles. In one corner, there was a small table with several chairs around it, probably used for quick meetings or students to wait. Near the back, there was a cubicle a little larger than the rest, with a neat desk and, on the wall behind it, the school’s emblem hung proudly.

Inside that room were several adults, who appeared to be the parents or caregivers of the other children involved. However, that was the least of Miguel’s concern at the moment.

Miguel just wanted to know how Gabriella was and what had happened.

“Papito…”

Gabriella’s soft, trembling voice reached his ears. The girl, together with another little girl with braided hair, was sitting on a bench.

Miguel walked steadily towards them, feeling the judgmental stares of the adults present.

“Gabi, what happened?”

“Papito, I swear it wasn’t my intention-”

“Gabriella, you know we don't keep secrets not lie to each other. I need you to tell me why I'm being called here." his voice was severe and soft at the same time.

“Papito, yo-”

“It’s your first day of school, Gabriella”

“I know, dad. But… they started to mess with me. They told me I was a spic… and then they started to mess with Emily too.

Miguel looked at the girl with braids. Her freckled cheeks were red, as were her eyes. He also noticed that she and Gabriella were holding hands.

Then everything started to fall into place…

But something kept bothering him. Where were the adults? The teachers? Why didn’t anyone intervene before those children insulted both girls? There were supposed to be teachers watching, responsible adults taking care that the children didn’t get into trouble.

Trying to remain calm, he turned his focus back to his daughter.

“¿Le dijiste a tus profesores?”

Gabriella nodded.

“Si, pero la directora dijo que no había sido la manera…”

Miguel sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and nodded.

He hadn’t liked that call from the school staff one bit.

“Thank you for coming here, dear parents," said the principal—a tall, slender woman with sharp gray eyes and short, straight hair. She was a very elegant woman. “As we explained by phone, your children were involved in a bullying incident, which we cannot tolerate. It was only the first day of school, and the children were already displaying inappropriate behavior."

The parents were there with their respective children.

Even you were present, perhaps to give your point of view on what had happened.

“According to our teacher, Miss Hayes, she witnessed Miss O'Hara pushing young Davis. Miss Veronica was going to respond, but she intervened.” the woman read the report she had written previously that meeting.

Miguel felt his blood boil and tightened his grip slightly on Gabriella's shoulders. But he wasn't angry at her—he was angry at that teacher.

“However," the woman continued, “according to Emily's testimony, they were sitting quietly when Daniel Davis and company came over to bother them and said very mean things. Is that correct, Emily?”

The little girl with braids nodded.

“Very well," the principal said, placing the document report on her desk.

“While we don't tolerate bullying in any form, we will also not accept offensive or xenophobic comments.”

A blonde woman sitting next to the girl Veronica interrupted.

“Excuse me, Principal. You know how children are. They're at an age where they experiment and… well, being around children who are different from us… tends to—"

“Mrs. Clark..." you said in a tone that clearly meant “Watch what you're about to say.”

“With all due respect, Mrs. Clark. Xenophobic comments are not just childish behavior. And I repeat, it is something we will not tolerate.”

The blonde woman fell silent, though her eyes showed she wanted to say more.

“As you know, this can't go unpunished. According to our rules, this is grounds for temporary suspension.”

The children looked at one another, and Gabriella and Emily did the same.

“However, since it's the first day of classes, we've decided they will only receive a small punishment. It will be determined by each homeroom teacher. Daniel, Veronica, Marcus, and Tobias will be handled by Mr. Evans. Gabriella and Emily by Miss Hayes.

Miguel felt like he could breathe again and nodded. Gabriella also calmed down a bit. She was frustrated and sad.

“Please wait outside. I need to speak with Mr. O'Hara in private.”

All the adults, including you, left the office. However, you couldn’t ignore how intently those red eyes were fixed on you.

You didn’t know if it was resentment… or prejudice.

Once outside, you took both girls to a more secluded spot. They were a bit shaken and needed to get away from that environment.

You wanted to say something to Gabriella. When you saw her for the first time, you thought it would take a long time for her to open up and even start talking to her. Yet, even though she had just met Emily, she stood up for her against the bullying.

That said a lot about her.

“Well,” you said, and both girls looked at you. “Now I’ll have to think of a punishment for both of you. Why do you two have to cause trouble on the very first day of school, hm?”

The girls giggled a bit at your comment. You really tried to be stern, but with Gabi and Emily, it was hard. They were just too sweet…

“But, are you okay now?"

They both nodded at the same time, one more confidently than the other.

After spending a while talking to them, the three of you heard heavy footsteps. Firm, angry ones—like those of a giant.

“Papito…”

You turned and saw that tall, handsome man, but his face was clouded with anger. His eyes, burning red, seemed to glow with rage.

“That’s enough, Gabriella. We’re going home,” his voice was firm and cold, enough to send a chill down your spine.

“But, Dad—”

“Enough, Gabriella. Go to the car, now,” he said in the same authoritarian tone, leaving no room for argument.

The girl stood up, waved goodbye to Emily, and gave you one last glance before walking down the hallway.

However, Miguel didn’t follow her right away...

His fierce, burning gaze fell on you with such intensity it left you breathless.

“And you, teacher…”

Oh, no...

“What kind of school is this? Where are the adults when younger kids are being bullied by older ones? Why do you only react when someone fights back?”

His voice boomed through the room like thunder, as if the very air shrank with each word.

“Mr. O'Hara, this school has over five hundred students. We do everything we can, but sometimes it’s impossible to be everywhere at once,” you tried to explain as calmly as possible, even as you felt the lump forming in your throat.

But he didn’t seem willing to listen.

“Then maybe you should reconsider if this is your calling. The title of 'teacher' is too big for you, miss.”

His words weren’t shouted, but they hurt more than if they had been. They struck your chest like arrows, piercing a shield you hadn’t even realized you were wearing.

Why did they hurt so much, coming from someone who barely knew you?

You took a deep breath, swallowing the pain.

“I ask you, please, to choose your words carefully. You are in front of your daughter. What happened today was unfortunate, and no one is justifying Gabriella’s reaction. But we also can’t ignore what led her to that point.”

“And I'm asking you to do your job. That’s why you are being paid.”

Miguel clenched his jaw, his eyes still burning with anger. For a moment it looked like he might say something else, but instead he gave you one last sharp look before turning and walking silently down the hallway, where Gabriella waited for him.

And when they disappeared, the air seemed to return to the room— but you were no longer the same.

“That man was really mean to you…”

Emily’s soft voice brought you back to the present. You looked down and saw her there, so small, so sincere. Her fingers nervously fidgeted with one of her braids, and her eyes watched you with concern.

You gave her a tired but genuine smile, and gently patted her head, feeling how that simple gesture soothed something inside you.

“It’s been a very long day, little one. Let’s go home, okay? You said you wanted to stop by for your colored pencils. Remember?”

At the mention of that, her face lit up with pure, contagious joy. Her eyes sparkled, and her smile was like sunshine after the storm.

“Then let’s go, let’s go! Hurry!" she said excitedly, clinging tightly to your hand.

The two of you left the school together, leaving behind the stares, the noise, the words that still stung.

And as you walked toward the street, hand in hand, you thought that even if you can’t always protect your students from the world’s injustices…

…for that little girl, you would do anything to keep her safe.

Her smile—sad, but sincere—was worth everything.

The beautiful smile of your little sister.

The ride home was completely silent. Gabriella stared out the window without saying a word, and Miguel kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, his brow still furrowed.

He was still upset. With the school stuff. With the teachers. With the other parents. Leaving Mexico was supposed to be the first step toward a better, calmer life. A life where his daughter could be safe, grow up happy, without having to worry about things like this.

And now? Everything seemed to have fallen apart on the very first day.

“I'm truly sorry for what happened today," the principal had said in a calm voice, trying to ease the tension. “This afternoon, I reviewed Gabriella's records that we requested from her previous school. Good grades, excellent behavior, talent in sports—especially soccer—and an advanced English level.”

She flipped through a few pages inside a folder labeled in bold letters: O'HARA, G.

“We don’t believe she acted with bad intentions, as some parents have suggested,” the woman continued. “But, as we explained, pushing another student is not the right way to handle a situation, no matter how unfair it may seem.”

Miguel could only nod. His eyes lingered a moment longer on his daughter’s name written on the folder, and inside he felt a mixture of guilt, helplessness, and anger.

“We just need you to talk to her. She's a good girl—it's clear to see. We believe this might have happened out of nervousness or fear from being in a new place. We want to support her… and help her feel like part of our school.”

Once again, Miguel nodded. He had no words. There was a lump in his throat that not even his anger could dissolve. He felt frustrated with everyone... the principal, the judgmental parents, the teacher who hadn’t acted in time.

Even with himself.

“I will, ma'am. And believe me, I deeply regret that this happened. It hasn’t been easy for her… none of this process has been.”

The principal nodded silently, with an expression that, for the first time, seemed genuinely understanding.

Miguel glanced at his daughter through the rearview mirror. She was still staring blankly out the window. Just like that morning—quiet and withdrawn.

“Gabi?"

The girl looked at him briefly through the mirror.

“Mi niña, I'm so sorry your first day turned out like this. I promise it was just a small stumble. Tomorrow will be a new day, and everything’s going to be fine, I promise," he said with a smile, trying to convince Gabi that everything was okay.

Trying to convince himself that everything was okay...

“You were very harsh with Miss Hayes…”

Miguel sighed, keeping his focus on the road.

“Gabriella, those kids were bothering you, and she only reacted after you defended yourself.”

“Yeah... but I wanted to defend Emily. She looked really sad, papito..."

Miguel opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He stayed silent, touched by his daughter’s tenderness. That kind of pure empathy… something he wasn’t sure he’d ever fully learned.

“Sad?”

“Yeah... and she told me she doesn’t have a mom…”

What?

Had that little girl also lost her mother?

“Is she new? An orphan, or…?

Gabi shook her head.

“No. She’s been here since kindergarten… and she only told me a little about her bigger sister.” Gabi explained.

Miguel nodded, eyes still fixed on the road.

A brief silence settled between them.

“Papito?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think... Emily will want to sit with me tomorrow too?”

Miguel looked in the rearview mirror once more. His daughter didn’t look so dim anymore. There was a tiny light in her eyes—a little spark of hope.

“I’m sure she will, sweetheart. And this time, everything’s going to be just fine…”

And as the car drove down the tree-lined street, Miguel allowed himself to breathe a little easier.

Because despite everything… his little girl was still brave. And that, he thought, was a good start.

It was a bit late that night. After helping Emily wash up and brush her teeth, she went to her bedroom.

Of course, after all that high energy from finally getting her new box of colored pencils, she fell asleep almost immediately, tightly hugging her stuffed unicorn.

You turned on her salt lamp on the nightstand, and after looking at her lovingly, you gently closed the door.

You sighed, letting the exhaustion show on your face for just a few seconds, and checked the time on your phone.

10:19 PM.

You still had a few minutes left…

You went to the bathroom and started putting on your makeup in front of the mirror. Eyeliner that defined your gaze, subtle but effective eyeshadow, and a lipstick that made your lips look more alive, more confident… even though you knew none of it really protected you.

Then, you went to your room and began to strip for the day. You took off your sweater and pants, leaving the routine behind. With a small key that you kept on your bedside table, you opened the chest at the foot of your bed. Inside, a small universe of wigs, fabrics and outfits carefully selected to give life to other versions of yourself.

You chose a deep red outfit, the color of passion and determination. You paired it with a black bob wig, elegant and mysterious, that framed your face with a new identity. On your lips, you applied a deep, vibrant red, which contrasted with the softness of your skin.

The top was a semi-transparent bra, slightly exposing your breasts and nipples. The thong embraced your waist and ass, looking great on you. You looked in the mirror you had in a room and once you were convinced, you proceeded with the following.

You put on the black wig, combed it and finally, you were ready. You looked like a completely different person.

In front of the mirror, you observed yourself carefully.

It wasn’t a costume… It was part of the ritual. Part of what allowed you to make it to the end of the month.

You made sure your door was closed and locked.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on your computer.

The seconds it took to start felt eternal.

Your fingers moved automatically, typing the website’s address. Right before logging in, you paused. Another breath. And one more. It was your way of reminding yourself that you were in control… even if it didn’t always feel that way.

The mouse arrow clicked “Start live.” The camera turned on. You saw yourself on the screen: confident, ready, radiant. However, you always made sure that your face was not visible. They only saw your lips, your nose... half of your face completely unknown to the people on the other side of the screen.

The view count started rising slowly. Names piled up in the chat. Greetings, emojis, comments.

Then you smiled, letting go of the weight of the day. As if it were a layer of dust you could shake off for a few hours.

“Welcome to everyone who's joining. Very good evening, handsome ones…”

Your voice sounded sweet, confident, as if that other you—the teacher responsible for shaping young minds, the sister loved and admired by a little girl—didn’t exist at that moment.

It was just you. The one who reinvented herself each night to avoid falling apart.

And suddenly, you weren’t thinking about how hard the day had been.

You were thinking about Emily, asleep and safe… and about how tomorrow, you’d get up again—for her.

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If the LADS Were Yandere… (Or Basically My Thoughts So Far)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (by yours truly), just ranting, curse words, character appreciation, character bullying, yandere content A/n: So I admit I have a tendency to turn almost everything I write into yandere content, even if it's just borderline unhealthy behavior. It's fun. And I'm obsessed with Love and Deepspace right now. So yeah, here is my ranting. It’s kind of a brainrot, so… yeah? — Was going to post this like a month ago, but here we are with updated content. Hehe~ Masterlist

Context:

So I started in around the 1st of March of this year (which means I missed TOMORROW’S CATCH-22 and CALEB’S FIRST BANNER- WHYYY!? 😭😭😭) and its been… two months since then? I am still knee deep in the rabbit hole, which is strange considering my track record with games like these.

I just wanted to share my thoughts as of currently.

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💫Xavier💫

First Impression:

Quiet

Boring

Typical pretty boy

Sleepy boy

Mysterious

Lemme just say, when I first met him in the game, I was like “Eh.” I mean he’s a pretty guy who’s innocent (is what I thought) and probably doesn’t know how to romance. He’s definitely has personality matching his alien mascot. I will say that his seeming clumsiness where he has trouble pulling away from the crowd until MC helps him out is cute. He’s like a cute and helpless bunny. White hair, blue eyed whittle bunny~

Current Impression:

Innocent!? INNOCENT!? LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE ELSE, LEMME TELL YOU-

So I was completely spoiled by the Midnight Whispers card pretty early on as a result of looking at Love and Deepspace and my impression of him changed. Yes, the one where he refuses to allow MC to like Lumiere (even though everyone knows who he is, and Mister Pouty Bunny is being a dumb bunny). I found this jealously very adorable (I am a fan of yanderes, and that includes jealousy— dark romance, anyone?)

And then I happened to see the Floof Attack card.

I…

Again, I saw this pretty early on, and by early, I mean I hadn’t even been up to Rafayel’s island trip part of the main story at the time when I was browsing through Love and Deepspace content.

Anyway, at that point, I finally understood the references. I stand corrected. He is still adorable, but by no means not innocent. I… I like handsome bunnies who know how to seduce, what can I tell you?

Type of Yandere:

If I had to label him as a type of yandere, it would be manipulative yandere. Like he’s a yandere kind of knows his behavior is not good, but who's going to stop him? He's too cute to stay angry at and he knows it while doing his stupid bunny pout. How dare you!? 👈( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢

Yes, I did pull Midnight Whispers when the rerun came around, because of that pout. And yes, the moment I saw Xaiver punching the bunny cushion, I decided after already spending 100 dollars to get the cards I actually wanted that I needed Inflorescence Imprints. Because of that pout. Damn it. I have a thing for bunnies, unfortunately.

Also, I ended up getting exposed to character analysis (I love, love, love character and lore analyses) of him and found out that he has yandere traits as well.

Now, whether or not he is canonically yandere (I think he is), we cannot ignore his moments. First of all, protectiveness? I believe he takes down people who are after MC canonically. To be fair, they do deserve it since they intended to harm MC, but-

Charlie.

The breadsticks man. I’ll have to more research about that whole ordeal but from what I gather, Xavier has beef with that guy for supposedly hitting on MC. With breadsticks.

Sidenote: I love bread. And I like men. However, if a man ever comes between me and bread, I SWEAR-

I digress. Anyway, we stan protective kings here. And not only does he protect MC, he basically stalks her through time and space to do so. Listen, we can agree to disagree on anything mention, but he looks for her reincarnation.

Is this why shooting stars appear and disappear? Is that Xavier looking for MC?

Personal Ranking:

However, he is in fifth or fourth place in my personal listings, only because the others ranked higher for me.

Also gameplay-wise, I have so many cards for him but he is my least played character out of everyone. I think it’s strange how he has as high of affection as the other love interests does. Like the only time I see him in battle would be when the main story calls for it.

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☃️Zayne☃️

First Impression:

Quiet

Doctor

Glasses

Perfect man

Did I mention, my type?

Boring

Cold

Weakest cards?

*Deeply inhales* Okay, so listen… he is a dark-haired smart man with glasses. Who makes a lot of money. And he likes cats. MY MIND IS TELLING ME YEEEEEESSSSSS~ MY MAAAAAAAAN- OMLLOOORD

And then I met Caleb.

So, I found Zayne kind of cold. Like I kind of wished he was more emotive and less social distancing. I thought he was boring amongst the original three love interests, especially compared to Xavier and Rafayel. Like Xavier has a bunny mindset (iykyk) and Rafayel has bratty side, but Zayne? He’s kind of… a block of ice? I’ve been in relationships with emotionally unavailable people, and somehow his initial traits was reminding me of that.

Also he plays a mage, and if anyone looks at my track record when it comes to MMORPGs or just RPGs in general, I’m not the best with mages.

Current Impression:

*Deeply inhales* If there was such a thing as a PERFECT man, it would be him. OML-

I… I was wrong. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being perfect, and he is perfection. If he was real, I would love him with all of my heart. You have no idea-

So anyway, it took the Everlasting Wish card to change my mind. He is very thoughtful. I don’t know how to describe the sincerity this man brings to every date and every moment he is with MC. He is the most realistic man out of everyone in the game, and I love him for that. I will say, even before Caleb, I definitely had my heart set out for him even if he was cold at first. He’s so domestic, I can’t-

Sweets. He has a weakness for sweets. He’s sho cute! Also he likes cats. What’s not to like about him?

Gameplay-wise, I have better cards now, so he’s doing pretty well as mage. I still can’t play as a mage though. I prefer the guns over everything.

But I do love a handsome man who looks good in glasses, lemme tell you-

Type of Yandere:

Look, I don’t think he’s canonically yandere… but at the same time, there are arguments I’d like to make. First of all, he became a doctor for her. Now, whether it was his own intentions in the first place or not, he became a cardiac surgeon of all things. And not only that but he also became MC’s assigned physician.

I… question if there’s a conflict for that. Since he’s technically not considered family (I’m looking at you, Caleb), they are technically unrelated in the eyes of the health system. However, it is generally advisable for physicians to avoid treating friends or family members, due to ethical and practical considerations. I don’t know that side of the healthcare field, so I cannot say whether or not it is allowed and/or if it is enforced at all in the LADS universe.

But anyway, I dunno know. Become your love interest’s physician is definitely up there in yandere traits. Like he could definitely prescribe her certain pills is that how Caleb got his? and drug her, but he doesn’t.

Because he’s perfect.

I mean I think it’s cute that he became her physician, because what better way to keep an eye on the girl you love than to literally watch over her and have access to all of her vitals. Do you think he asks her if she is pregnant or if she’s participating in sexual activity. I don’t think he does but… like if he did, he wouldn’t because he’d know she couldn’t be, not without him at least hahaha.

He even sabotaged his own research to protect her. If he can do that, what else has he done? Oh right, he appears in other’s content. Like Caleb’s main story content. I was so surprised seeing him there. Like… what’s he doing there? And also, come to think of it, he also appeared in the train event too!? And bought coffee for MC before they even said hello?

So I would consider him a restrained yandere, because… have… have we not seen that one card? You know? The one card where it proves a man who yearns is a man who earns? 😋 Even his other selves want MC, but don’t touch her.

He definitely holds himself back, but when he’s unleashed? I’d bet on it.

On a side note, if Caleb and Zayne were to team up as yanderes, wouldn't they be unstoppable!? One is a colonel who has access to an army and the other is a doctor who has access to all kinds of chemicals. Oh my gawd- PEAK.

Personal Ranking:

However, he isn’t Caleb, so I would either put him as second or third place, depending on my feelings. Also, he’s a doctor and doctors don’t have a lot of time for romance, so it’s kind of- (I do kind of have trauma with dating within the healthcare field, so there’s that)

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🐡Rafayel🐡

First Impression:

The amount of hatred I have for this man

How dare you steal my fish!?

You can’t just swoop in and then just leave like that!

HOW DARES!?

WHY ARE YOU MY STRONGEST CARDS!?

So pretty early on when I first started in the game, it was during his birthday, so I ended up getting his cards when I was testing out the gacha system.

But anyway, when I first met him in the main story, I… Somehow, I’ve never met a love interest in an otome game who just literally appears and then leaves without letting MC finish. That has never happened before in my years of playing all kinds of otome games. Like I’ve met delinquent love interests, and the obviously rude ones and the cold ones, so it’s to be expected.

But Rafayel?

Oh no. Pretty boy just waltzes in, does a cool thing with the goldfish, and then MC, being the nice lady she is, gives him the fish, only for him to just… walk away? Not even a thank you!?

Am I supposed to let that go?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? HELL NO! WHAT IS THIS DISRESPECT!? COME BACK HERE, YOU DAMN BRAT!

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And not only that- NOT ONLY THAT, but of all of cards I could play during the battle sequences, his cards were the strongest cards I had at the time for a long time. Which further pissed me off because why the heck would I want to see his face. WHY!? WHY?

OH, PRETTY BOY’S AN ARTIST. AND HE’S RICH!? AND IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE “RAPHAEL”. WHO NAMED HIM!? WHAT KIND OF BROKEN-

Current Impression:

So… I knew he was a brat. And being a fellow brat, I realized that we were kindred brats, which explains why I… dislike him.

But what I didn’t realize, was how much I wanted to impregnate him.

…..

I… *ahem* Uh… I still hate him. Just not as much in the beginning.

Um… *looks at notes* He’s cute, I’ll give him that. He’s secretly an assassin. And he uses the blood of his people to cause people who buys his paintings to hallucinate. So he’s got an interesting backstory. And he’s head over heels for MC for the longest time because he gave his heart to her many, many years ago.

…..

I’m going to blame his birthday event for basically forcing to at least like him a little bit. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. It was exposure therapy.

I mean, I’m not someone who hates people for no reason and I don’t hate people for long (I have continued hating people even after getting over the initial reasons logically though), so it was bound to happen hahaha

Haha…

Ha…

No, I did not fall for him because of his adorable pout. Shut up.

He needs to be bullied, and I will have the pleasure of bullying him.

I stand by this statement. Everyone, stand back. I can handle this case. I need to knock him down a peg and by that, I mean I need to stuff him and make him cry. Out of pleasure.

…..

Shut up.

Type of Yandere:

So if Xavier is a manipulative yandere, what would I consider Rafayel? A cute yandere.

Yes, I admit he’s cute. And no, that doesn’t mean anything. A cutie’s a cutie. Can’t really argue with that. His lips are so cute and kissable and I want to bruise those soft cushions up.

Now canonically, technically he is bound to MC through a promise made years and years ago so he doesn’t have as much free will as the other love interests do (I’mma get to Sylus, be patient). Therefore, he can’t really be considered as obsessive as the others can be.

However, he does lie to MC so easily it’s like he’s just drinking water. He's… in my opinion, most likely the kind of yandere out of the five who would definitely kill his love to make sure they are his and his alone.

We cannot forget that the God of Tides is out to end my life- I mean MC’s life (Epic, anyone?)

I still need to do research on that actually. Out of everyone’s lore, I think I know his the least. He has so many timelines, I can’t keep up. In one, he’s a god. In another, he’s a thief. And in another, he is a pet and what I wouldn’t give to have that merman submit to me, I seriously wanna make him cry. I can’t explain why.

I think I would be arrested for how much I hate this man.

Personal Ranking:

He’s in fourth or fifth place, tying with Xavier because I rank the other ones higher.

Sometimes, and ONLY SOMETIMES, he gets third place. ONLY SOMETIMES!!!

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

First Impression:

Oh great, here’s Mr. Mafia

Yes, I know I like writing about the Mafia

Pls, we’ve seen a dozen mafia guys

I eat manhuas like no one’s business, so I know

I drink fanfiction like there’s no tomorrow, so I know

I was a Wattpad writer once upon a time, ya know?

White hair, red eyes- BITCH PLEASE, stereotypical hot bad guy, much?

Of course, he has the sexy deep voice *rolls eyes*

The last person I’m interested in

Did I listen to more than one audio from my favorite asmr artist about scenarios withs Sylus? Yes, but only because it was from my favorite asmr artist who has a sexy voice, damn it.

I did not have to admit that, but now you know

So after I realized that Caleb was in the fourth chapter, I literally skipped over Sylus’s main story content to do so. I mean, I’ve done that before with actual books. I have indeed skipped over volumes due to availability before and I don’t really mind spoilers (if it is of my own accord) so I figured I’d come back to Sylus after finishing Caleb’s content. Meh.

Current Impression:

We… WE STAN A DOMESTIC KING OF CONSENT!? WHO IS THIS NEW GENRE OF MAFIA MAN!? WHEN THEY SAY DADDY, THEY DEFINITELY MEAN HIM!? HUH!? WAHT!?

He… When I say I’d get on my knees for this man, I’d do it for free? And the fact that I enjoy very much is that he would be ecstatic to get on his knees for the love of his life.

I… There are no words. He is not your typical- WHO WROTE THIS MAN!? GET THE WRITERS A PAY RAISE!!! I SWEAR TO THE LORD!

And he’s a dragon. I like dragons. I like dragons who are generous. And I like money.

I want his heart on a platter, because he’s just so beautiful? But like both metaphorically and literally. I can’t explain how I feel for this man? I much confusion?

When I realized who he was and how he interacted with MC through the main story and the cards, can I just say he went from bottom of the pit all the way to second place? Like Zayne was my solid second place for a while, and then Sylus, just knocked his up with his bare fists? I’m sorry, Zayne, but like you gotta fight for your place.

So can I just say I currently enjoying the Death and Rebirth era right now?

Like… did this man just lead a car chase, climbed onto the enemy’s rooftop and shoot him, and then return with a milk tea in his hand. And a straw?

MMMMMMMMMMM-

He’s the dream.

But also, where do I find this man in real life? I will have to say, this kind of man is so fictional it hurts. Does this man even exist? Could this man even exist?

He’s like everyone’s comfort character became a person. He’s the Flynn Rider of Love and Deepspace, you know what I mean? The only flaw he would have is that he isn’t cute in the way Xavier and Rafayel are, but how can we deny his Goodcat Card? Is he not adorable? Actually, no. His personality in general is adorable. He’s masculine but also so gentle. Like a giant cat. I would let him wreck my insides even with the spikes and all. IYKYK

Speaking of which, he calls MC “kitten”.

I love cats. I adore cats. Cats are everything to me. I have albums dedicated to all of my stray cats (because I don’t have space to keep cats inside). I have a shelf dedicated to cat plushies.

Listen, I could rant about cats at some point, but the current point I want to make is that he loves cats and I love him. That’s all there is to know. PERIOD.

Type of Yandere:

Um… guys?

Uh… So I think we can all agree that he does stalk her through Mephisto and potentially other means which I am not certain and will have to do more research, but uh… I don’t think he could be a yandere canonically and non-canonically.

Like, hear me out: It wouldn’t be him if we had to twist him into a yandere, you know what I’m saying?

I mean, yes, Sylus was marketed to be a big bad, stereotypical scary mafia boss man who ended up being a giant dragon cat like being that I would be happy to cuddle with all day. And yeah, he definitely presented himself as such when meeting with MC. And ;et's not forget how he constantly splurges just show off, like renting a whole boutique or letting MC overpay on those cheap protocores.

So he has all the traits of the overbearing yandere type, the kind of that like makes sure their lover can’t do anything without it coming back to him. Which… I think canonically that happens. He does end up somehow appearing near MC all of sudden, like the rest of the love interests do (I’m looking at you, Zayne).

BUT he is indeed the ultimate domestic king of consent that trusts in MC’s plans from top to bottom and basically lets her do whatever she wants so long as it doesn’t… Honestly, what doesn’t he let her do? Kill herself? That’s like normal though?

And the fact that he saves MC, but doesn’t expect anything from her except recognition? Even when she refuses, doesn’t he just pout and basically does nothing except be patient?

Honestly… that’s like… the opposite of yandere. Or least, I don’t think I’ve seen a yandere like that, if it counts. He’s so anti-yandere that is makes me question my own taste about yanderes.

I mean obviously I wouldn’t object to a fanfic about a yandere Sylus, since I like yanderes. It just… I wouldn’t think of that version of Sylus as canon Sylus, you know what I’m saying?

Now… I wouldn’t put him above begging though. He does sort of threaten to act like a child to get MC’s attention at one point though. I’d still pin that as a man who feels comfortable around his lover enough to act like a child, but I’m sure he wouldn’t pull that card every single time like typical yandere would.

Personal Ranking:

Second place. King seriously shot up my rankings quicker than a hot rod the moment I actually took the time to get to know him. I love his microexpression. Did we not see the tongue action of his. OML-

But he’s not Caleb, so he only gets second place. And occasionally, it’s between Zayne and Sylus for second place.

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

🍎Caleb🍎

First Impression:

It was love at first sight, nuff said.

Seriously.

Current Impression:

You guys. I still love him. You all already know this.

*screams all over the house, breaking furniture, tears, ripping pillows apart*

I have been looking for a yandere like him forever, did you know that?

Look, I like Toma from Amnesia. I don’t like the cage though— Like I like the idea, but I also like having the freedom to use the bathroom when I need to, more)

I like Diabolik Lovers- to a certain extent, especially Ruki, but let’s be honest, they all are too… immature really be in love. Obviously I like the idea, but if it were me, I’m not Yui-coded enough to be kept alive, you know what I’m saying?

Manhua/Webtoon yanderes— FIND ME A MAN LIKE SIHYUN BAEK!? Does that man exist? But also I like money and realistically men like that don’t have money to support my dream of becoming a cherished and spoiled housespouse? But if they did, I would glad bend on one knee and ask for their hand in marriage. After they’ve kidnapped and professed their love to me, of course.

But anyway, back to the point.

BITCH PLEASE, I AM LOYAL TO THIS MAN. THIS IS THE MAN FOR ME.

And he- *cries* he’s so loyal to MC that it makes me cry. I want him so badly.

Like if Zayne exists, yeah I’d take him. But if Caleb existed and he loved me, HELL YES.

PLEASE TAKE ME HOME AND TREAT ME LIKE A DUMMY WHO CAN’T DO ANYTHING.

Sidenote- I must confess, I am not a fan of dogs. Especially the small ones. Somehow the small ones scare me a lot more than the big ones. I think it’s because I can’t see them coming for my ankles, and also my experience with big dogs is that most of them are gentle giants.

And Caleb is a gentle giant.

And my headcanon for why he didn’t appear in the line-up for the cat butler era (that I missed 😭) besides the fact that he wasn’t available yet, is that he is so dog-coded.

I still like cats more, but for him I would make an exception.

Also guys, another confession. I’m short. Like in terms of average for men and women and everyone else, I would be considered legally short. And I’m not that flexible, so that’s a high chance this man would not only break my back but also my hips if he bent my legs over his shoulders.

But anyway, I’m sidetracking.

To bring up the elephant in the room: I’ve seen the panty-sniffering allegations.

People.

I’m into that.

…..

Okay, okay. Calm down. Cálmate!

To be more specific, I’m not into actually sniffing panties. I do like smelling fresh laundry and I like smelling scents. But if the love of my life were into sniffing my underwear, like… uh, who am I to stop him from expressing his love for me in whatever way he wants? In return, I’d like to smell his shirts and all of the other clothes he has. And build a nest and- I read omegaverse too, you guys. Maybe I should starting writing some…

Like, uh, if this man promised to love me, take care of me, and feed me, in exchange for my freedom to go outside and do whatever he wanted?

Uh, yeah? ¯\_(◉ x ◉)_/¯

Is it unhealthy to be okay with this?

Meh. Debatable, honestly. Like I said, I’m into it. If not for grocery shopping and buying cat food, I would be a complete shut-in. I would be totally happy just being supplied with books.

Also, they say that you marry the person that resembles your parents. If they’re a woman, they’d resemble your mother, and if they’re a man, they’d resemble your father.

Guys.

Caleb resembles my late father so much in personality that it is uncanny. Like Caleb, he also liked apples (guys, I’m not kidding. I am being so real right now. He also liked peaches too, but he typically ate apples— preferably the Red Delicious apples though, which I personally dislike) and he knew how to sew and also do mechanics and everything. Let me tell you, he basically did everything for my mother to the point that if she were to disappear off the face of the Earth, no one would know. He used called my mother his “Angel”. And yes, my mother was very, very happy and was basically living the dream of almost every housewife, only she continued working.

Kind of like Sylus likes vintage cars, so did my dad but like this is supposed to be about Caleb, so— And also he liked sweets as much as Zayne did, but anyway— I guess by the holy doctor, crow, and holy step-bro?

Am I reaching?

Maybe. ¯\_(◉ 3 ◉)_/¯

I mean, he wasn’t yandere like Caleb, but he also did like the summer sun a lot. He was the greatest man and my role model. Wouldn’t trade him for anyone else even if I could choose. (*˘︶˘*)

BUT DO YOU GUYS SEE WHERE I GET MY TYPE FROM!?

It’s kind of weird to mention, but I cannot forget the moment that I realized inheriting kinks was real until I heard my father call my mother a good girl and she became bashful, like sorry are you supposed to showcase liking being called that in front of your children, ma’am!? Please! I didn’t need to know that, but now I know why I like being praised!?

…..

I wanna be praised by Caleb…

Also I’d like to point out that I used to call people taller and bigger than me “Pipsqueak” because I thought it was funny. I’m not joking or pandering to the fact that I like Caleb. If you knew me outside in real life, I did actually used to throw that nickname around, so like it definitely surprised me to hear inside a game for the first time.

Nobody does like Caleb. Also that suit. I like a man who looks good in uniform. I love him.

…..

Yes, I do realize that he is technically MC’s “brother”, but like, jeez! They aren’t related. It’s fine. It’s a common thing in Asian media, which I also absolutely hate because why does everyone have to be “related” in some way. Again, they aren’t related, so it’s fine. You can’t tell me unrelated people aren’t allowed to like each other if they lived together in an orphanage, for example. Grandma Josephine just happened to take two of them home at the same time. Jeez…

(Yes, I am aware of Grandma Josephine’s role in MC’s early life.)

As long as they aren’t related, honestly, I have no qualms about it.

Type of Yandere:

If? ꉂꉂ◟(˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅๑)༡

IF!?

BITCH, PLEASE.

We all been knowing he yandere AF. There's no debate about it. That's why I stan, and I stan HARD. I simply cannot ignore such an wholehearted display of impure devotion to one’s obsession.

Anyway, long story short I'd pin as inevitable yandere if we’re still going by hypotheticals (PFF HAHA ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡)

Otherwise he’s just your typical overprotective yandere. By the book, honestly. As far as I know, he has been canonically a yandere since his childhood, being overprotective over MC and even “accidentally” locking her up in the attic so that the other boys wouldn't be able to find her.

Not to mention apparently has a habit of following MC to the grocery store, only to exit and follow her afterwards. You could not tell me that it hadn't happened more than once, considering MC even warned him not to. And also set up everything to alert him of anything MC does, from her scale to her doorbell.

I don’t think I have daddy issues yet, but the more parallels I make, it is seriously concerning…

To be fair, he did have a traumatic childhood and near-death experience— WHICH ALSO ADDS TO HIS YANDERENESS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU???

Locking MC up in his house? ✅️

Drugging her to protect her? ✅️

Threatening to put a leash on her, but also already having a tracker on her? ✅️

All these green checkmarks make him the reddest flag there is in this game.

And I love it. ❤️‍🔥🚩

But I applaud him for letting MC go when she put her foot down. He’s not a psycho- Or well, he’s not the type to lock… I mean… Uh… At least he let her go in the end? He does care, he just cares too much? Yeah.

Can a yandere just stay yandere, please? Why is there always a fuss about extreme characters? It is fictional, gosh darn it! Lemme have my fantasy.

Personal Ranking:

Y’all already know he’s my number one. Also his cards are my strongest cards currently because I leveled them up to get his myth. So I win everytime with his cyber angel card muahahahaha-

I’m saving for his birthday. Wish me luck!

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

End Note:

Yeah, I know right? There’s more?

Yeah.

before I end this rant, I will say that I actually laughed at his name being Caleb, because it is just the… most American name. I can’t explain why. Like Zayne would be up there too, but Caleb? Caleb? I did not know how sexy that name could be until I heard MC whining it. So there’s that.

I’m kind of scared of writing LADS content, because after last one I wrote… I experienced so much grief in the aftermath irl, it really made me afraid to write for a while.

Okay, that’s all I’ll say for now because it’s way too long. Thanks for reading!

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theressaicon · 6 months ago

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m!Zombie x gn!reader part 3

part 1

part 2

You're running low on food again. It's time to head back to the city... Except you'll probably have an escort this time.

(mentions of blood, chasing, ripping off a limb UwU, but fluff as always~) also this one is a bit longer hehe

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„Whath arg youh up tgoo?" (What are you up to?) Asked you Yellow when he saw you leaving your hut. „I'm running low on food in the pantry, I have to go back to the city." you replied while putting your backpack on your back. He hummed at your response and continued to watch you over the fence.

You came to the gate of the fence and stopped. Yellow was still watching you with his gentle eyes. You weren't afraid of him, you just hadn't stood by his side yet without the fence between you. You wanted to say something, but Yellow turned and left before you could. For being half dead, he was quite agile as he disappeared into the trees in no time.

He knew very well what was going through your mind. He was afraid that you would be uncomfortable around him if you weren't sure he wouldn't hurt you in any way. So he left.

You felt sorry for him, but you knew that Yellow wasn't offended in the least. And so you set off.

Within twenty minutes you were wandering around the city center, collecting non-perishable items. You already had a few cans, bags of powdered food, and so on in your backpack.

You were walking out of the department store when you heard noises behind the escalators that didn't work anymore. They stopped for a moment, then started again. You pulled your axe out of its holster for possible self-defense. You wanted to turn around and run, but the escalators were the only way out.

Snorting and grunts were getting louder each second. You concluded that there would be at least two zombies behind the escalators.

First, shadows began to appear, you gripped your axe tighter over them. And then... Then two deer appeared.

One of them got scared and started running clumsily up one of the escalators. The other one was startled by the other's actions and ran after it. Their hooves made a much louder noise than before, it was almost comical how two majestic animals moved up the iron stairs.

While one ran away, the other stopped at the top of the stairs, turned, and looked at you. It looked at you with almost as much tenderness as Yellow. Your reflection glistened in its large glass eyes.

The light from outside dazzled its antlers, as if time had stopped for that moment. He just stood there. Beautiful, peaceful, quiet.

In a split second, an infected man had bitten off his carotid artery, jumping on it from behind. It winced in pain as it fell to the ground. Another zombie crawled up and bit it in the hip.

You went into a trance at the sight of the poor animal's blood. You wanted to turn around and start running. You couldn't. It was as if someone had glued your feet to the ground. You were only moved by the fear that gripped you when the red eyes of one of the undead looked at you. His lips were stained with the deer's blood, there was still a piece of meat in his mouth, he growled, stood up and started staring at you.

Enough wasting time, you turned and started running, seeing it, the half-dead man started chasing you, with the other man on his heels.

The surroundings of this department store resembled ruins, overgrown with moss and grass. Even though it was daytime, the holes in the walls didn't let enough light in, and the light bulbs hadn't worked either. You weren't running completely in the dark, but you overlooked some obstacles. Whenever you tripped, your adrenaline in your veins got you back on your feet. You didn't even look back, you could still hear your pursuers. Luckily, they were slower and for a moment you got lost among the shelves in a drugstore. But they had something you didn't; a better sense of smell.

There weren't that many smells in the store, it wasn't hard to find you. You were running out of time to think. You couldn't think of any escape plan. The loud beating of your heart didn't allow you to hear your own thoughts, all you felt was anxiety.

You were no longer alone in the drugstore. They were getting closer and closer. Their loud grunting helped you at least locate them.

There is no choice but to defend yourself with an attack.

As soon as one of them got close enough to the corner where you were hiding, you smashed your axe into his head. He roared, more in surprise and anger than pain. It alerted the second one, so he started running towards you.

You wanted to remove the axe from his head so you could defend yourself against the other one, but... it got stuck.

You started to panic at the sight of a zombie madman rushing towards you with his mouth open, ready to devour you. Then suddenly there was a strong impact and a fall. You didn't notice what happened at that speed, but then you put it together.

And guess who was standing in front of you?

After Yellow threw you aside, he pulled the axe from the man's head with force and cut the space between the other man's shoulder and collarbone.

This scene was not without screams and other unpleasant sounds, such as bones breaking and spurts of rotten blood.

The fight continued. Yellow turned, picked up the zombie's severed head, and slammed it against a nearby wall a few times. He turned his attention back to the other and simply twisted his arm until it was torn from the zombie's torso.

He picked up the axe that was lying on the ground and finished him off with a few hits to the chest. Then he went for the one with the broken head again. You expected him to do the same thing to him as he did to the first one, but to your surprise he threw the axe away. Instead he picked up the severed arm and broke his neck with it.

After the massacre you just witnessed, you'd like to grab some disinfectant from one of the shelves and rinse your eyes with it.

Yellow breathed heavily, turning his gaze to you. You no longer wondered why no one had shown up around your hut since Yellow had been with you. His experience and skills had kept you safe all along. You were almost ashamed to doubt your safety at the thought of being with him and not having a fence between you.

The adrenaline hadn't left your body yet, you were still tense. Yellow calmed his breathing and slowly sat down on the ground opposite you. He didn't look away, he didn't say anything, he was just there with you.

Desire overcame you and you slowly crawled towards him. He didn't take his eyes off you for a moment, watching your every move, every expression.

You decided to rest your head on his shoulder and snuggle into his arm. You needed to calm down and you hadn't had physical contact like this with anyone in a long time. Your heart was no longer beating so intensely, but Yellow could still hear it and smiled at the sound, even though you couldn't see it in that position.

He sat there with you, motionless but relaxed. After a while, you raised your head to look at him. You saw those beautiful yellow eyes of his that always made you smile. He was looking at you the same way that the deer was.

You almost got lost in his eyes... But you were stopped by the sound he started making. It almost sounded like he was... purring? It was a vibration coming from his chest. You started to giggle, which made Yellow turn his head to the side because he didn't know what you were giggling at.

'Such a weird human, giggling in a situation like this... They almost got eaten!..or turned into a zombie.' Yellow thought to himself.

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After a moment of that pleasant silence, it became an awkward silence. You two cuddled next to two corpses in the drugstore. The thought and the smell made you feel a little nauseous, so you quickly got up and brushed off your coat.

You cleared your throat and started thinking about what you were going to say. „Uhm- I... thank you for saving me, Yellow. That was... wow." Every compliment seemed inadequate to you, so you just thanked him.

It wasn't a surprise when you looked at him and he was looking at you back like he always did.

You picked up your bloody axe from the ground and wiped the blood off on one of the dead man's pants, then put it back in its sheath. By the time you did so, Yellow was already on his feet again.

„So... Shall we go?" you asked with nervousness in your voice. Yellow nodded and let you go first while he followed you. He pointed to a few food markets along the way, but you told him that your backpack was already full, that you had enough.

You stopped under the escalators. You looked at the corpse of the deer, lying in a pool of its own blood. You imagined its eyes looking at you a moment ago. If it hadn't looked back, it might still be alive, you almost blamed yourself.

Yellow sensed your sadness, even though he didn't know exactly what had happened. He said your name quite clearly to shake you out of your thoughts, it helped. So you continued up the escalators.

The footsteps behind you fell silent, so you turned around and saw Yellow looking at the deer.

He looked at you silently, then back at the deer. His mouth was dripping with saliva, he was definitely hungry. “I’ll go ahead and wait outside, okay?” You said, waiting for Yellow to agree. He nodded and waited for you to walk out the door. Then he bent down to the deer and started biting into it's flesh. He didn’t want you to see him like this, but he was glad you understood his hunger.

You took a breath of fresh air outside and exhaled all the emotions that were suffocating inside you.

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You lost track of time. Clouds began to form, obscuring the sun. The wind didn't bother you though, your coat kept you warm enough. You wanted to check on Yellow, how he was doing with his...food.

However you hesitated. Wouldn't it be rude to interrupt him? After all, he was waiting for you to leave before, he certainly didn't want you to see him eating a dead animal!

You were consumed by a dilemma. It could start raining at any moment and it took a full twenty minutes to get to the hut! You wanted to leave. But you felt bad leaving Yellow behind.

„Hey, Yellow!" you called out. „Are you almost done with the deer?" There was no sound from the inside, no answer. „I just think it's going to rain soon... I don't want to get sick and I don't want to wait it out here either."

You heard a grunt, but you didn't know how to interpret it. Did it mean he was almost done? Did it mean he disagreed?

Without further thinking, you walked in. As soon as Yellow saw you, he growled aggressively at you with a mouthful of meat. He scared you, you had never seen him in such a state before. He was always so calm and composed, (well, when he wasn't killing zombies with your axe.) but his eyes were still the same yellow, he didn't intend to hurt you, he just tried to scare you away.

„Hey shh, calm down... It's okay! I'm just checking up on you." His eyes softened. You didn't look disgusted, nor judgmental. You just seemed to have been waiting a long time and were getting impatient. And that was okay.

He stood up and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He looked as if he was embarrassed. You finally took your eyes off of Yellow and looked at the deer. Well, the rest of it. It was a large animal, but more than half of it had already been eaten.

„Would you perhaps... want to take it with you?" You offered politely. „N-nno." he answered immediately. „Why not?" „The smwel.. whouldt attrch-ackt otther z-ombhiess." (The smell would attract other zombies.) „Oh, I see. But you won't starve, will you? If you want to finish it, we can-" Yellow cut you off. „No needth... I whill hunnt.. somethhi-ngh elss." (No need... I will hunt something else.)

And with that he started walking you out of the department store. You glanced one last time at the dear deer and silently thanked him for feeding your friend. It was a poor victim of this unfortunate event, but what had to happen, happened.

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You were right. Halfway through your way home started to rain heavily. You ran the rest of the way to get back as soon as possible.

You finally arrived. You took out your keys and unlocked the fence gate. You continued, but you heard that Yellow was no longer following you. You turned around and saw him standing behind the fence again, a short distance from the gate in his usual place.

You took a few steps back and said: „Come on, come inside." Yellow remained unresponsive, just standing there. So you walked over to him, took his hand, and led him inside. „I hope you don't think I'm going to let you soak here now."

As soon as you entered the hut, you took off your coat and hung it up. „It's a bit small here, but I'm sure we can fit here together." You said a bit out off breath, still catching it from the running.

Yellow stood at the front door and was looking around. He had only ever seen your hut from the outside, it wasn't as small as it seemed.

"You look a little unsure. Don't worry, I'm glad you're here." you assured him and pulled up a chair and sat him down on it. Yellow went back to his favorite activity, watching you.

You took a rag and poured water from a bottles on it. "No offense, but that blood all over your face doesn't look very flattering."

You started cleaning his mouth, occasionally turning him a little with your other hand, he didn't resist in any way. „Part your lips a bit." you asked him and he obeyed.

When all that was left was dried blood on his stubble, you went to wash the rag. By the time you got back, Yellow was already scraping off the blood himself. You took a bar of soap and started rubbing it on his stubble.

You were so focused that you almost didn't see Yellow trying to lick the bubbles off his face. You quickly told him to stop. It probably wouldn't hurt him much, considering he'd just eaten more than half of a raw deer. But still.

He was hypnotizing you with his yellow puppy eyes once again. „Heh.." you scoffed. „You remind me of a dog, you know." He hummed in question at that comment. „The way you always stood behind the fence... like a watchdog. Were you guarding the gate?" „..."

Yellow looked down for a moment and then looked back up at you while pointing at your chest. „G...ghuardd-ing youh." (Guarding you.) „Oh..."

You couldn't believe how sweet he was. „...sweet.." You could swear he blushed at some point. „Also... your eyes are dog-like too." you added.

After a moment of silence, Yellow started making a strange sound. Yellow started purring. He purred like a cat.

„OH well nevermind, now you're like a cat!" You giggled out loud. A faint smile appeared on his lips at your humor. „Guess that makes you a good boy, huh?" And that was it. He could no longer contain the flow of blood to his cheeks. Despite that, he started mocking you and acted like he was annoyed.

'Stupid human. Stupid, pretty, cute human.' he thought to himself.

-cuddling in a drugstore next to two corpses UwU

part 4

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blue-jisungs · 2 years ago

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complete opposite

author's note. here it goes,, finally finished it after having it rot in my drafts for a month grrrrr … also, this one is for the biggest joshu stans i know, @fairyhaos and @slytherinshua <3

summary. you get scared of how joshua will react to bad news, joshua gets scared of how you’re acting… turns out is all a complete opposite of the other one was thinking

genre. fluff but also kinda angst? hurt to comfort me thinks

word count. 2269 hehe

warnings. swearing, mention of throwing up, feeling sick, having intimate relations with joshua but nothing explicit!! reader is overthinking a lot :(

heart thumping in your chest, you stared at your friend in disbelief. rina squeezed your hand and tucked a hair that has fallen on your face.

“i’ll drive you home, okay?” she hummed and stood up, placing a peck on your forehead “stay here”

you nodded weakily, your stomach going crazy. you watched her silhouette disappear and massaged your temples.

when you woke up today, joshua was already gone. he texted you good morning and informed that he’ll probably come home late at night. but then you felt unwell. ignoring it, you decided to eat breakfast and go to work.

which was a mistake. you barely arrived and already run to the toilet, returning your stomach’s contents. rina was already here so she helped you, handing you some water and meds. just when you thought you’re fine, mid-convo with a customer you turned pale again and your stomach was making turns and somersaults.

you bet it was the fish you ate yesterday. you were out with joshu to some kind of a fancy restaurant. lately you’ve been craving fish so you decided, why not. well apparently it wasn’t a great idea.

“okay, let’s go. just please try not to vomit all over my car” rina giggled and helped you stand up. you felt weak, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. rina bit her lip and led you to her car. “i need to pick up one thing on the way but maybe try taking a nap? should i call your boyfriend?”

“no, no. he’s really busy today” you sighed, secretly wishing he’d be there for you.

in no time you were home, rina walking you to the door. suddenly she handed you a few boxes of… pregnancy tests.

“what…” you laughed, looking at her shocked.

“you… look, i need to go back to work but my sister was pregnant a while ago. and her symptoms were similar. and your period is running late, isn’t it? you still haven’t eaten the chocolate from the cabinet at work” rina said softly, looking at your widened eyes “just… make sure. and call me, okay? if you feel worse or better, doesn’t matter. i’ll pick up whenever i can”

“i… you’re being a bit dramatic with the tests. but thank you. i owe you” you smiled. she nodded and gave you a quick hug before rushing back to work.

you entered your and joshua’s apartment, heart wild in your chest. sure, your period was late. but… no, that’s not right.

feeling a unpleasant sensation bubbling up in your throat once again, head spinning, you ran to the bathroom. throwing the boxes on the counter you accidentally knocked some things over. you knelt down and for another time this day, threw up.

taking deep breaths you weakly grabbed the pink box. scanning the stupid imagine of a stupid woman with a stupid baby bump you decided to try. what’s the worse thing that could happen anyways. you’re not pregnant, it’s just the fish. you and joshua always use protection and you’re always safe. right?

you paced around the bathroom, nervously putting away stuff in different places while waiting for the outcome. it’s not it. can’t be. logically – can’t be. physically–

you peeked at the stick.

two lines.

“fuck”

your heart thumped in your chest, ready to rip out from your rib cage and go for a walk. or jog.

“no, it’s not right…”

you spent half of the day testing the other pregnancy tests. because what if it’s just a malfunction? or if one brand has two lines for positive and the other for negative? you had to be sure.

and sure you were when all of them turned out to be positive.

your bathroom looked like war zone, everything turned upside down all over the place.

walking into the kitchen on wobbly legs, your head felt like it was about to explode.

you’re pregnant.

joshua is going to kill you. well, no. not really. but it will kill him.

you never talked about it. sure, he said he wanted to marry you one day but… but he’s an idol. he’s busy. maybe he doesn’t even want kids?

when some rumours floated around about your relationship… it killed him. some carats went crazy, not in a positive way. joshua was really going through it and now… relationship is not as a big of a problem as pregnancy. oh my god, carats are going to kill you. and the baby.

you don’t want to ruin his career. he worked so hard and loved what he did and now… now it’s about to fall apart like a house of cards triggered by a slight gust of wind.

tears dwelled in your eyes, throat tightening. joshua will hate you, that’s for sure. yes, he loved you but a kid… those are different circumstances, choices… way of living.

he will hate you and dump you. that’s for sure.

unless… unless you do it first.

no.

be rational.

he won’t, right?

the room felt like it was about to swallow you. all the pictures with joshua, your joshu. his ebony irises that you loved oh so much stared at you from the pictures. as if judging you.

you had to get out from here.

rushing to the bathroom, you tore all the boxes with the tests and flushed them down the toilet. then you threw all the tests into a plastic bag and then hid them under the sink. joshua never looks there. like that one time when you spent all day looking for something you lost and–

stop.

you took the keys and stormed out of your apartment, the need of fresh air almost suffocating you. you’ll be back before he gets home.

joshua pushed the door open, limbs feeling as if ready to fall apart any second. he just dreamed about changing his pyjamas and falling asleep in your arms.

it was late so he figured he won’t announce he’s here, like he always does. leaving his bag by the entrance, joshua stretched lazily.

he entered the bedroom and halted. the bed was empty.

“that’s weird…” he mumbled. maybe you’re in the bathroom? joshua grabbed his pyjama and decided to go check the bathroom.

if he was surprised that you weren’t in the bedroom, the bathroom left him speechless.

not only you weren’t there, like he thought you’d be. the room looked like a tornado passed through it.

everything was scattered around, as if knocked over; all over the place.

“y/n?” joshua called out, dropping the pyjamas. rushing to get his back to grab his phone, his throat went dry. it’s almost midnight and you’re not home. if you were going out with your girl friends, he’d know. he wouldn’t forget. so why you’re not home?

dialling your number, he noticed there’s no texts from you either. which was concerning too… you’d text him if you were going out somewhere. especially at this hour. and considering how cold it was…

the silence in the house was frightening. joshua didn’t like this one bit. suddenly he heard buzzing and his heart came up to his throat. your phone is home.

you left without taking your phone…?

joshua ran his hand through his hair. he has to stay calm.

he gulped and called your best friend from work. it was dumb, especially at this hour. but rina picked up immediately, even though voice w bit raspy and tired.

“hi joshua. is everything alright with y/n? i’ve been worried sick for the whole day–“ her voice was almost desperate for an answer.

“there was something wrong? i just came home and she’s not here… and, and she didn’t take her phone– i don’t know what’s happening” joshua whispered, feeling how his stomach drops.

“fuck”

“okay… okay… let’s stay calm. she… maybe she went to get some groceries?” rina breathed out “fuck, i shouldn’t leave her alone. is my fault… i…”

“hey, no, don’t say that. what even happened?” joshua asked and switched the light on. he’ll wait until you’re back. rina hesitated – if it was what she thinks it is, she doesn’t want to be the one passing the news.

“she felt unwell at work… and i drove her home but i had to go back… i should’ve stayed with her” rina mumbled.

suddenly there was a soft click of the door opening. joshua jolted, eyes turning into that direction.

you appeared in the doorway, your face catching his gaze. you were crying.

“rina, she’s here. don’t need to worry” he spoke softly. joshua noticed how scared you look. scared, tired and… guilty

“oh thank god. warn her that i’ll whoop her ass in work tomorrow” your grind let out a nervous laugh but she certainly sounded relieved “good night”

“good night” joshua whispered and hang up.

the silence was speaking volumes.

you slowly took off your shoes and sighed. opening your mouth to say something and then closing them again.

“if you wanted to go out, you should’ve taken a jacket” he said softly; there was no poisoned sarcasm in his voice, only genuine worry. you nodded weakly and played with your fingers.

“i…” your voice broke, eyes avoiding his.

joshua stood up and started boiling some water to mar you tea. you sat down on the couch, putting your bag close to you; hands gripping your knees.

for a moment it was peaceful, as if the world wasn’t about to fall apart in mere moments. just you, joshua and the sounds of boiling water.

in no time he returned, placing the cup on the table. then he looked at you, anxiety filling his heart.

“did something happen?” joshua asked. for the first time in ages he was unsure what to do. should he hold your hand? you didn’t look like you wanted to but on the other hand…

you shook your head gently, tears gathering at the edge of your waterline. your throat went dry and you felt like you weren’t able to physically speak out.

“i saw the bathroom, it looks like a mess. you scared me” he let out a soft chuckle, scanning your reaction.

nothing.

your fingers traced shapes absentmindedly on your knee, eyes distant.

“angel?” he asked, concern growing in his voice. only after you took a deep breather and let it out as a shaky sigh, you started. now or never.

“you’ll hate me” you mumbled and were met with a scoff. scared, you looked up at him. joshua was smiling softly, unaware of what he was about to learn.

“y/nnie, i’d never hate you” the smile wrinkles that you loved so much appeared around his eyes. your lip quivered and you looked away

“you will. i’m so… i’m sorry joshua” your voice cracked “i ruined your career”

“what are you talking about, silly?” joshua laughed nervously.

you just shook your head, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. in a blink of an eye you started harshly sobbing, breathing getting hard to breathe.

joshua rushed and hugged you tightly, petting your hair. even though he hated that such thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder what did you mean: did you cheat–

“i’m so fucking sorry” you whined, pulling away from him. then you reached to your bag and turned it upside down, causing its content to fall on the couch.

“what do you…” joshua’s voice died in his throat, your crying only getting more intense when you saw his reaction.

he reached to grab one of the white and pink sticks. two red lines.

then he looked at another one. two red lines.

the other one he grabbed has a blue plus drawn.

rummaging through all of them, mouth agape, he felt as if knocked the air out of his lungs.

no, not because you were pregnant (well, this too). because of your reaction. you thought he’ll hate you? that you ruined his career? that…

“oh y/n” his voice broke, grabbing your face in his hands. your quivering lip and wet eyelashes made his heart clench but it was hard for him to resist a smile “how could i… i’m…”

“i’m sorry! we never really talked about this before and… and i know that we’re not that young but your career is blooming and… and–“ you mumbled, voice becoming whiny and hard to control. why is he smiling, by the way…?

“y/n, please take a breath, okay?” he asked gently, caressing your wet cheeks “i would never have thought that… you’re going to panic thinking about my reaction”

you took a deep breath and blinked slowly. why; why in hell he’s so calm?! isn’t he going to–

“i’m going to be a father” he breathed out, his own eyes tearing up too “and you’ll be the mother, y/n. that’s… that’s something i could never dream of but i also always wanted…”

“w-what?” you asked and he shook his head, grinning with pearly tears blinking at the edge of his waterline.

“i love you so so much. i’m… speechless. and above all, so… so happy” he sniffled.

his reaction was… complete opposite of what you thought it would be. you felt as if a huge stone just dropped from your heart, relief washing over you. suddenly you put your hands on top of his and pulled him into a kiss.

lips connected and tears falling down your cheeks, joshua felt like all of this was unreal. pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“i’ll be a dad” a faint whisper left his mouth as you wiped his cheek with a loving smile.

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anarchy-and-piglins · 8 months ago

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I probably won't write anything for it, but I need to share this with the world and I felt you would appreciate it: Em Duo/Boreal Trio "Knight and Day (2010)" Au, (but platonic)

Techno is flying home for an event of Skeppy's, they were orphans in the same group home and Skeppy would kill him if he wasn't there for the event (in canon it's a wedding, but a graduation or something would do) when he gets bumped into by a blond man in the airport. Man kindly helps him up, brushes him off, tells him "it's my fault, mate," and disappears. Techno goes through security, seeing glimpses of the blond man as he goes. When he gets through the security, the man bumps into him again. They chat a bit and Techno finds it weirdly easy to talk to this guy. It's like they've known each other for years. Turns out they're headed to the same gate, but when Techno gets there he's told he's not on the flight. The blond man says something cryptic about things happening for a reason and is checked onto the plane. Techno goes to wait for the next flight and is surprised twenty minutes later to be told there was a mistake and there is room on the plane for him.

He gets on the (empty, like really really empty there's maybe five guys total and the crew on the) plane, seated kitty corner from the blond man from before, who looks a bit perturbed that he's there, but still friendly. They take off and Techno and the guy, Phil, have a nice chat as they fly towards Snowchester. About halfway through, Techno spills something on himself because of turbulence. He excuses himself from the conversation to go clean up and Phil says he'll walk around the cabin for a bit and follows him back to the bathroom. When Techno comes out of the bathroom, Phil is nervously holding two drinks and after handing one to Techno explains that the pilot and the co-pilot and the crew and all of the passengers have uh... well, uh... well they're dead. And uh, they're gonna be landing. Soon. Like really soon. See, the co-pilot shot the pilot after Phil shot the co-pilot, but everything's okay, Phil's a wonderful pilot himself, he'll get them down, and everything is completely under control.

Phil's actually a secret agent trying to stop a top secret project "Zephyr" created by a kid called Ranboo from falling into the wrong hands. He'd used Techno as a mule to get the "Zephyr" through security, and was supposed to be walking into a trap on that plane, which is why he'd tried to warn Techno to stay off it. But who's gonna turn down an earlier flight and a free upgrade, huh? So the agency who's trying to get the "Zephyr" put Techno back on the plane to see what would happen. So now Phil is responsible for keeping civilian Techno alive while Techno panics his way through multiple occasions of extreme danger where Phil has to get them out of there by the skin of their teeth, often by drugging or knocking Techno out for the greater good.

Thoughts?

-- @goat-boo-truther

I had never in my life heard of this movie but this sounds like a very amusing plot. And I'm definitely a fan of 'just a guy Techno' in any circumstance, so that'd be very funny here. If you do ever decide to write it, I would read this for sure hehe

#technoblade #philza #thoughts #asks

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katescribblesabit · 10 months ago

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I love your fairy Timmy turner au and your art! It’s amazing and wonderful!! Sending virtual hugs your way since you absolutely deserve it!! Make sure to stay hydrated and take breaks from drawing when needed :3 I hope you have a great day/night wherever you are !

I have a question about the au, considering the jimmy timmy power hour still happens, did Jimmy Neutron and his friends ever hear about Timmy going missing from the national news channels? I’d like to think they were probably really sad about it and tried looking for him themselves :( OR since they already know about fairies and everything, when Timmy turned into a fairy, did he ever pop by and say hi and told them that he was alright and everything was fine so they wouldn’t be so sad? If he did, does he still visit them in Jimmy’s lab even as adults so they all can still hang out once more and ever explain why he became a fairy? I wonder if that would sort of get Jimmy to maybe just a little bit believe in magic

Anyways I’m sorry if this is so long 😭

aw don't apologize! its fine, and thank you for the virtual hug haha

i haven't even thought about including the Jimmy Timmy power hour in the au honestly. i did some quick research and it seems like many people do consider the trilogy canon on both shows.

so.. if we do wanna take it into the wacky crossover territory. well,

Sheen probably pestered Jimmy into visiting Timmy again since its been a while and he was bored. Jimmy eventually faltered and dug out the old portal door he had build. setting it up attracted their other friends and they all wanted to go.

When they arrived at Dimmsdale however they quickly learned about Timmys disappearance from AJ and Chester. they offered to help look but they also couldn't find anything that day. they eventually had to go back home.

Jimmy however couldn't really let it go. he was a genius! if anyone could help, then it was him right? so he cooked up a plan and went back and asked around for some kind of DNA samples of Timmy. Jimmy then build some kind of locating machine that brings them to the one they want to find.

he then teleported right into the living room of Cosmo and Wanda where Timmy currently was. to say they were all surprised is an understatement haha

since Timmy was a fairy now, there were no consequences of telling Jimmy the actual truth anymore. (since Jimmy is from an differente Dimension - LOOPHOLE hehe) So Timmy was able to properly explain that yes magic was real in Timmys dimension and that he simply wanted to stay with his fairy family. (maybe he properly introduced them hehe)

Timmy also begged Jimmy not to tell anyone. ESPECIALLY anyone from Timmys dimension.

#asks #fop #fairy timmy turner au #jimmy timmy power hour #this is from memory of what happend in the trilogy #this was fun #however dont wanna focus to much on crossovers #we can keep this on the side for fun haha

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dark-frosted-heart · 11 months ago

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Roger Barel Main Route - Mad Love Chapter 24

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there

Kate: Alfons!

When I left my room, I saw Alfons waiting for me in the hall.

But he clearly did not look pleased.

Alfons: Have you mistaken me for a chaperone?

Kate: “One month today” means I’m Fairytale Keeper until today ends. That’s why I still need someone watching over me when I go out. So, please.

(...This feels a little self-centered of me)

Alfons: You know, you’re starting to become like Roger.

(Ah…I can’t deny that at all. They do say that pet dogs resemble their owners…)

I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought about where I am now after being a “pet dog” for some time.

Kate: Hehe, I don’t know about that.

Alfons sighed in exasperation at my response.

Alfons: Let’s make haste. I only came back this morning, so I’m feeling extremely sleepy.

Alfons and I went to the post office where I used to work.

Black-eyed colleague: Kate! I thought it’s been a while since I last saw you, but I didn’t think the next time would be because you’re resigning!

Brown-eyed colleague: Yeah, I was surprised you suddenly disappeared after being “summoned by the palace”.

Kate: …Sorry for the short notice.

Black-eyed colleague: I’ll miss you, if I’m being honest, but things happen in life. Leave this to me.

Brown-eyed colleague: Eh~ I’ll miss you too. Who’s going to listen to my complaints~

Black-eyed colleague: Kate, maybe resigning was the right choice.

Brown-eyed colleague: Hey, hey, what do you mean by that? You’re so mean!

Kate: Hehe…

(Aah…I love this sort of atmosphere)

Friendly colleagues, a hard-working office chief that likes trying new things…, the sound of letters being sorted, the counter being crowded with people holding letters.

This was all an important part of my ordinary life.

(—But)

Kate: I’m so grateful to you all. Everyone, take care.

I waved away the place I loved with a smile.

I had found where I belonged and began my making my way there—

On the way, I stopped by my flat on the second floor of the bakery to finalize the process of selling it.

Kate: …Alright.

Alfons: You’ve resigned from your job and have moved out of your flat. Everything is gone now.

There was a look in his eyes as if he wanted to say “you’re an idiot.”

Kate: …Alfons. You once asked, “If Roger did not have very long to live, would you still choose to stay by his side?”

Alfons: …

Kate: Even I think I’m an idiot. As you said, I might end up a widow who spends her days in tears. However…no matter what, I can’t be apart from Roger.

I hated myself for being weak.

Roger was the only one who always stayed close to me.

Roger’s the only one I want to see me grow stronger from now on.

(Even if it means letting it all go, I want to be by Roger’s side)

Kate: This choice isn’t because of self-sacrifice, devotion, or anything idealistic like that. To continue on as I am, I need Roger, so I’ve thrown everything away to take the plunge. This is an extremely egoistic choice, isn’t it?

Alfons: … Has falling in love with Roger turned you silly?

Kate: Hehe, seems so. Unfortunately.

With a brand new future ahead of me, Alfons smiled in resignation.

Alfons: I have no right to criticize your way of life. You’re free to do as you wish, welcome to the depths of darkness.

A gentle voice invited me into a world crawling with villains.

(But it won’t be like when I was Fairytale Keeper)

(I am definitely entering this world by my own free will)

Kate: …Ah, I said all that with so much enthusiasm, but there’s still a chance I’ll be turned down.

Alfons: Aha! Should that happen, then I will sew that man’s mouth shut so that he’ll never speak again.

Alfons then escorted me to the bar before disappearing like an illusion with a big yawn.

I entered the bar alone—

(...Ah, found him)

Roger: …

Roger was sitting by the counter.

We had agreed to meet here.

…Because I had something to tell him.

Kate: …Sorry for making you wait.

Roger: I just got here. So, you wanted to talk?

Straight to the point. I felt my heart speed up.

Kate: It’s been one month since I became Fairytale Keeper. As promised, I’ll be released from my duty. That’s why… I threw everything away. My job, my home, everything.

After saying that all in one go, I looked at Roger…

Roger: …O_O

Kate: Roger. Please make me your exclusive Fairytale Keeper. I already have Victor’s permission. All I need now is your approval.

I could see myself reflected in those amber eyes that widened with surprise.

Kate: …I heard all about it. Alfons told me about your lifespan.

Roger: Ah, then…

As if figuring out the reason, Roger’s lips curved into a self-deprecating smile.

Kate: You were planning on using the final trial to say farewell to me today, weren’t you? I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be pushed around by an egoist like you forever.

I put strength behind my words, but my heart couldn’t stop my heartbeat from going crazy.

My brand new future depended on Roger.

Kate: …I want to be with you so that I can be me. It’s frustrating, but it can’t be anyone else but you…Roger, let me be your Fairytale Keeper. …And your final lover.

Roger: …

What words will follow this silence?

I clenched my fists tightly on my lap, so nervous that I could hardly breathe.

Finally, I heard it…

Roger: Haven't had all my words taken out of my mouth before. Kate, you’ve cleared your final trial.

(...Huh?)

(My final…trial?)

I couldn’t process those words that came out of the blue.

Kate: W-what do you mean… Please explain so that I can properly understand.

Without thinking, I leaned forward, grabbed Roger by his shirt, and shook him.

Roger just went along with it, laughing happily as if being grabbed by a dog.

Roger: What you heard from Al’s true. But you’re overestimating how much of a good person I am. It’s definitely not smart to pick a guy who could die at any time. You also had an important daily routine to “go back to”. But…why does that mean I gotta let you go?

Kate: Huh…?

I loosened my grip on his shirt.

Roger looked right at me with tender eyes.

Roger: Kate, your final trial was going to be “can you throw everything away and choose me?” But then you threw everything away yourself. Pfft…

Roger’s shoulders started shaking.

Kate: …Roger?

Roger: Pfft, hahahahaha! You really are the most interesting woman I’ve met.

This man~~~ +4 +4

Y-you’re the worst!

You expected this?

Kate: This man~~~ ( ｡ •`ᴖ´• ｡)

Roger: Haha, you fell for me again, didn’t you? You love a strong, egoistic man.

Roger’s large hand ruffled my hair.

Roger probably knows that I like being pet by those hands of his.

Roger: Right now, I’m so happy I could die. So happy that I started laughing without even reading the room.

(Ahhh geez…)

I threw away my job, my home, my ordinary life…

This man goes on saying this was all part of his plan and then gives the best laugh.

He showed me how much more of an egoist he could be…I was completely defeated.

Roger: Kate.

The hand that was on my head slid down to the back of my neck and pulled me closer.

We were so close that our noses touched and my heart pounded.

Roger: Throw it all away and become my lover.

He was still the same self-centered egoist who pushes people around.

That will definitely never change even in our time together.

However—

Kate: I’m the only one who can handle you, Roger. I’ll be your lover.

Roger: …Oh?

I felt embarrassed when he smiled suggestively at me like that, so I snatched his glasses.

And then…I pressed my lips against his.

(...Huh?)

Roger: …What’s up?

Kate: I…don’t taste any alcohol.

Roger: That’s ‘cause I’m not having alcohol.

Roger glanced over at the beer mug on the table.

Kate: Why? I never thought you wouldn’t drink at a bar…

Roger: If we’re gonna have sex, I wanna be sober for it.

Kate: ….Eh…ah…

(In other words…)

While he waited for me, he was betting on the fact that I’d throw everything away.

(My chest’s pounding too much for me to form a comeback…)

Roger: …What’s with that cute face? I’m not waiting any longer. Let’s go.

Roger pulled me up by the arm.

Roger: Barkeep, I’m leaving the money here. Keep the change.

Kate: Where are we going?

Roger: An inn nearby.

Kate: …We’re not going back…?

Roger: Do you think you can hold your moans back during our first time together?

Kate: Wha…!

Thinking about what Roger just said to me was enough to make me feel overwhelmed.

Kate: ……Probably not.

When I muttered this, and amused huff brushed against my cheek.

Roger: …Then follow me.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil jp #ikevil translations #roger barel #ikevil roger #ikevil roger route

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formylovetodaryldixon · 7 months ago

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"The little spoon." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

During a night of drinking, you let Maggie, Glenn and Carol know that Daryl likes to be the little spoon.

A/N: There is no plot, just a short imagine hehe hope you like it!

You are very drunk.

While Carol, sitting on the couch, in the same state you are in, laughs at a rather funny story, you grab the moonshine next to you on the floor, taking a swig before laughing with her again. Night had fallen in Alexandria hours ago, but without the family members there, the two of you took the opportunity to have a good time. Carol loves you like the daughter she can still hold on to: she used to braid your hair, make you breakfast, and after years together, you two protected each other. You love her just as intensely, because she had been the mother you lost when the apocalypse began.

But the laughter die on your lips when the door opens. Glenn and Maggie walk in first, follow by Daryl, and Carol squints her eyes to get a better look at them, because at that point, the alcohol had blocked her vision like a thick fog.

“Hey, guys!” She waves the bottle in the air, smiling warmly. “We were waiting for you!”

“With some bottles of alcohol apparently.” Glenn chuckles while Daryl kneels down in front of you to be at your height.

Your own vision is blurry, like a foggy morning, but you can still see the slight smile on his lips.

“You look familiar.” You tilt your head, looking at him oddly. “Have we met before? Because I don’t usually say this to people, but you are very, veeeeeeeery handsome.”

The others laugh as Daryl gently pushes some strands of hair out of your face.

“'kay, party girl, ya’ve had too much to drink.” He takes the bottle and sets it aside. “We better get ya to bed ‘fore ya start sayin' weird things.”

“Again.” Maggie says softly, hiding her laughter.

“Like what?” You ask, frowning.

Daryl chuckles.

“Last time ya got drunk ya told Gabriel ya didn’t go to church 'cause ya were afraid of being set on fire 'cause of yer sins.”

Carol laughs a little louder than everyone else.

“That can happen, y’know? Besides… we’re all sinners. Look at yourself, trying to get me into bed without buying me a drink first. At least ask me to marry you before you try to get in my pants.”

You try to grab the bottle from behind him, but Daryl takes it away.

“We’re already married, sweetheart.”

You blink, confused.

“We are?”

“Yep.” Daryl takes your hand, lifting it up so you could see the ring on your finger. “Ya’re stuck with me forever.”

“Awww.” Carol smiles, and turns to look at Glenn and Maggie, who are still enjoying the show. “He said forever.”

“Yep, and I mean it.”

Glenn helps Carol as Daryl places his arms under your legs and shoulders, to lift you up so he can carry you into the bedroom, but then, a silly thought shines your mind and pushes out of your lips before you can stop it.

“Did you know Daryl likes being the little spoon?”

Daryl feels the heat rise to his cheeks as everyone stops to stare at him.

“I like it, so what?” He says embarrassed, but trying to keep a straight face so no one would laugh at him.

You wave goodbye to everyone, your hand in the air before disappearing up the stairs.

The moment you two reach the bedroom, Daryl sits you down on the bed, and the world starts to spin around you, (even though it is probably you), while you watch silently as he kneels down in front of you to take off your black boots.

“We should totally have sex right now.” You chuckle.

Daryl chuckles as well as he pulls your pants off after.

“Ain’t gonna make love to ya, sweetheart. Not tonight.”

“Why not?” You ask with some disappointment.

Daryl looks up, and you think you can get lost in the ocean of his gaze.

“I don’ wanna make love to ma wife when ya’re this drunk. Now get yer pretty ass under the blanket.”

Your black t–shirt falls over your thighs, and with your lips turn down in a sad expression, you move on the bed until the blanket covers your body, enveloping you in a pleasant warmth as Daryl pulls off his vest, shirt, and pants until he is down to his boxers.

You try not to look for too long.

He lays down beside you, on his right side, his left hand searching under the blanket for your skin beneath your t–shirt, rubbing your back softly.

You sigh at the touch of his hand.

“G'night, peach.”

“Goodnight, love.” You say softly before closing your eyes, and within a few minutes, you fall deeply asleep.

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♡ › 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅; 𝑨𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

♡ › Summary: Abby can't help the need of having you under her, she lives for worship you and she would do it at any time she wants.

♡ › Warnings: SMUT +18 (MDNI please!!!), fluffy smut, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), pet names, squirting. Let me know if there's something more! ♡

♡ › Author's note: Hii! Well this is my first time writing a one shot for Abby and this one is really inspired by the song Unfold by Alina Baraz, also my first language is not English so maybe there will be some errors hehe but anyways, hope you like it and if you do please like and re blog! (≧∇≦)/

(Here's the song: )

♪ "Cover my thoughts in gold, I'm your flower, watch me unfold my vulnerability... Letting you consume me." ♪

"Abby, please" just with a simple yet beautiful whisper from you Abby swore she found heaven.

Her big calloused but always gentle hands contrasted with the soft and plushy skin of your thighs. Deep blue eyes fixed on the prettiest thing she ever saw; sweet rosy flesh glistening like honey under the witness of the sunshine peeking through the curtains.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" she muttered into your skin, pouty lips driving along your inner thigh making you squirm. Broken sobs and pleas were all Abby could hear, too enamored by the view in front of her.

Her kisses began to approach where you needed her the most but it wasn't enough, you needed more, you needed her closer. So close she could kiss your soul.

After teasing you for at least a couple of minutes Abby's lips betrayed her, rapidly finding that sweet and familiar place between your thighs. Your hips tried to move further hoping to feel more of her, she chuckled amazed by how your body reacted to her touches like if you were a beautiful creation that only she could understand, like if her body was the master key.

"Stay still or I'll stop" she warned you, voice gentle but deep enough to make you fall even more into her spell. Her lustful eyes found yours and she couldn't help but smile at your needy expresion. "Please Abby... I just need you so bad" you mumbled, brain already fogged by lust.

"I know pretty girl It's just I can't help it, I could stare at you for the eternity and never get bored" if you weren't a mess you'd probably tease her for her cheesy choice of words but her warm breath reached your neglected clit making it twitch in anticipation, praying for Abby's attention and making you buck your hips again.

A gentle gasp left your swollen lips as her tongue lapped through your pussy lips, parting them while the position made her oh so perfect nose bump into your clit. She groaned when her taste buds were blessed with your sweet and unique taste and at this point all restraints Abby built into herself were now forgotten in the back of her mind. Abby began to slurp your juices like if they were her last resort to survive, tongue occasionally finding home inside your gummy and sensitive walls stretching you like only she could.

"Fuck, you taste so good. Look how wet you are and all because of me" she mumbled against your skin more like to herself, sometimes wondering how could she be so lucky to have you like that every time she wished.

Your hands gripped at her loosen hair that looked like pretty golden cascades adorning her face. The pretty freckles on her nose disappearing and reappearing into your skin every time she fucked you with her skilled tongue, making them look like glowing stars. "Yes yes yes, right there! Please don't stop Abby" you begged through moans and whimpers, encouraging her to work even harder.

Suddenly all was blurry, too much pleasure and love going through your veins and pores that you didn't notice when your hips began to grind on her face and honestly Abby couldn't be more happy, your scent and taste drowning her senses and filling her up with only you, you and you.

"There you go baby, use my face. Cum all over my tongue" she moaned with her tongue out dancing through the velvet skin of your pussy, up and down. Already too pussy drunk to even care about the mess on your thighs and her face (and obviously between her own thighs too). Your moans now louder than before only meant that your orgasm was near and you craved it badly.

"Abby 'm gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!–" you cried between moans, pulling Abby's hair harder trying to keep her there on that delicious point.

Your whole body trembled like the petals of a dying rose, your vulnerability on Abby's hands ready to be morphed into unconditional love and desire, your insides ready to give her for what she worked so hard for; her favorite essence like a cascade of the Olympus itself, caressing her face innocently, gentle even.

"Come on baby, let go… Cum for me" she whispered on your inner thigh, tongue momentarily replaced by two fingers exploring your insides. Her lips, nose and chin covered with your slick like liquefied gold rubbing gently into your lower tummy and kissing there occasionally without taking her eyes from your face.

"Abby…" her name now converted into your own mantra while her fingers moved in and out of you with an inhuman speed, strong muscles flexing at her movements making it a sight for sore eyes. "Shh I know baby, I know" she cooed, a slight smirk adorning her lips as she saw you come undone under her.

And with a gentle curl of her fingers your body finally reached that longed paradise. Her face attached again at your cunt without taking her fingers out of you, tongue circling your clit in tight circles until warm and pretty spurts of your nectar reached Abby's face, she instantly opened her mouth taking in it, drinking it like a starved woman.

Her hands caressing your sides up and down trying to keep you grounded until your body stopped shaking. "Fuck baby that was so hot" she breathed with a completely pussy drunk-smile. Her whole face and neck were covered in your nectar, making her glow like a goddess.

"It was… God, you are so beautiful you know that?" you confessed using her words, smiling. Your breathing slowly coming back to a normal pace while admiring Abby who glowed like the sun itself in front of you, her ocean eyes scanning your whole being making you feel loved and cared despise the vulnerability while her smile warmed your heart reassuring that she was the one and only.

♪ "Hey, she says that I'm glowing… Hey, she says that I'm glowing." ♪

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