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shurisneakers · 7 months ago

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Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky, obnoxious reader, witchcraft

A/N: it's like i never left amirite (im sorry it has been like 10 months pls forgive me ily guys let's pretend this series never went on hiatus) (i had cancer and college but now I've graduated from both and i live babyyy. anyway. welcome back to my house of horrors)

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When you tell Maya you want to do witchcraft, you'd done so with the full expectation of defending your idea with the force of a PhD student who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

She surprisingly agrees.

“Really?” It's hard to stop the astonishment from entering your voice. Honestly, it sort of pisses you off that the Canva presentation you spent five hours on wouldn't actually see the light of day.

“Yeah, sure. I think it'd do well with the older demographic. ” She shrugs.

"Really?" Now you weren't sure she was on the same plane of existence as you were.

“Make some animals talk. Conjure up some parking spots.”

Ah.

“I was thinking more like... hexing people and shadow demons,” you test slowly.

That seems to tether her to reality.

Her head cranes towards you centimetre by centimetre, like she was buffering in real time.

“Are you insane?" she states, not very much sounding like she was expecting an answer. "Do you want to end up on the news? Do you know how vicious Facebook groups can be?”

“No PR is bad PR,” you preach wisely, parroting advice you’d seen bots on Twitter tell other bots.

“That doesn’t apply to you. I already have a tough time explaining Stephen Strange and why he’s not literally the devil to the public."

Now that was a little unfair. Perhaps it warranted another Canva presentation.

"Have you considered that I'm hotter and significantly cooler than Stephen Strange?" you suggest helpfully.

She squints at you, or more likely your audacity. "I will not have another scandal on my hands this week.”

“But next week is okay?”

Her hardened stare tells you quickly what a thousand words cannot.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Thou limit me so, Maya. How is one to find you invigorating content in these trying circumstances?”

Maya taps your shoulder on her way out, crooning, “There’s a reason I asked you to do this series. You’ll figure it out.”

You hide a smile with an all too dramatic sigh. “Thou compliment me so. How am I to not fall in love with thee?”

Maya shakes her head playfully. “Nothing that will get me called into a press conference by mid-day. No hexing. No extreme curses. ”

“Mid-level curses it is, then” you call after her.

Her leaving figure does not give you a reply.

After a week of staring at the corner of his room through the night, delirious to the point where he seriously considered using Sam’s Amazon Prime account to buy his own stupid ghost apparatuses, Bucky throws in the towel.

Clearly, he was mistaken. Sleep deprived and probably missing his family a little more than he would have ever admitted to a living soul.

Bucky's sleep deprivation adds to his already charming and sociable personality.

No one would touch him with a ten-foot pole. Bucky’s usually grumpy and while everyone had sort of built a tolerance towards his regular nonsense, he was now the very sexy combination of grumpy and sensitive.

For his part, after last week's shenanigans, Bucky has stuck to avoiding anything and everything horror.

He watches only romcoms and finds that while everyone says he seems most like Harry from Harry Met Sally, he hates that Mike Wazowski motherfucker with a passion.

While everyone else seems to get the memo, you have chosen to ignore it blissfully, and have instead been prancing about all week, shoving meme after meme into his face.

Bucky Barnes smiling compilations that were 7 seconds long. Bucky Barnes social media fanfictions that showed him replying far more than he had ever replied to anyone in real life ever.

Bucky’s learnt to ignore you with a long-suffering glare. You adapt quickly, skillfully dodge the daggers shooting out of his eyes and shove another TikTok in his face. It is an edit of him to Toxic by Britney Spears. He doesn't want to ask where they got some of the footage they used.

After the fifth Twitter screenshot, he takes to avoiding you like the plague.

Unfortunately for Maya, that involved avoiding the set too. He sees on the official The Graveyard Shift channels that there’s an announcement put out about an episode delay.

It is undeniably his fault. No, he still won't answer the group chat or the several knocks at his door every day.

But because the universe is invested in his sorrow, you seem to find him wherever he goes.

In the garden, digging through the vegetable bed.

In the storeroom, looking through oversized cookware.

When he walked into the alley behind the Tower and found you there, he hissed at you like a feral cat and you asked very loudly what the fuck was wrong with him.

He checks every part of him and all his clothes for a tracker but no-- you just seem to have a karmic connection level of being exactly where he is.

When he runs into you for the fourth time at the library, he really thinks he’s lost it.

“Are you following me?” he asks, voice sharp.

You look at him in wonder. “Your ego is so big it could have its own gravitational pull. How do you carry around your massive head all day?"

“Everywhere I go, you’re there.” He continues, finger pointing in accusation.

“Bitch, you're the one who walked in here," you exclaim. "I’ve been here all day.”

“Doing what?”

“Who’s following who now?” you dare.

“Because you’re in this section.” He does a quick check to see what section it actually is. Witchcraft and Wizardry. He may not have known that when he accused you but he definitely was not wrong.

“Why do you care what I do here?”

Because he's wondering if he’s managed to shut down production permanently and sent a bunch of people into unemployment.

“I don’t trust you here," he settles on instead. "What are you actually doing?"

“I’m learning things. Gaining knowledge. And such." You gesture vaguely before you narrow your eyes at him. "Not that you would know, you ape.”

He scoffs. He had the intelligence of a thousand suns, mind you.

“You don’t even have a book," he counters.

“So? I’m gaining knowledge through osmosis.” You look around. “I’m absorbing.”

His nose twitches, teeth clenched.

“Whatever,” he mumbles instead, turning his attention to the bookshelf.

As he thumbs through various titles he’s too annoyed to read, a small movement catches his attention.

He watches you from the corner of his eyes.

“What?” you demand, this whole exchange too damn loud for a library.

“What?” he challenges right back. “Why are you watching me?”

“Why am I– you’re the one staring at me.” You throw your hands up. “First you follow me here, second you accuse me of things that would get me burnt at the stake a couple of years ago, third you accuse me of watching you just 'cause you know you're pretty. You–”

Bucky narrows his eyes, not missing the random compliment you slipped in.

“Hold on just one second. That’s why you’ve been avoiding everyone all week.” You stare at him, wide-eyed and unrelenting.

He thinks he must have missed some part of the conversation because he has no idea why you're looking at him like you've figured him all out.

“That’s why you’ve been so jumpy and sleep deprived ever since that episode you filmed.”

Bucky’s gaze doesn’t waver, but his mind races and his breath falters for a second. There’s no goddamn way you knew what had gone down, he’d deleted every footage that could possibly–

“You missed me.”

He stops his overthinking right in its tracks.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” You tilt your head, face full of pure sympathy. “You filmed one episode without me by your side and realised you couldn’t live without me.”

“Fucking ridiculous,” he mutters, eyes pressed closed tighty, partially in relief.

“You want me, don’t you? You want me so bad it makes you throw u–”

“Fuck off.” Bucky turns on his heel at the speed of light.

“You have a fat, raging crush–”

“I’m fuckin' moving out.” His voice is like rocks.

“You can move out, but you can never move on, baby,” you whisper-shout. “When’d you realise you liked me, Bucky? Night one? The first hou–”

He slams the library door behind him.

From: Stevie Left some strawberries outside your door. They’re good.

From: Stevie How are you doing today, by the way?

From: Bucky alive

From: Bucky and thanks

From: Stevie Anything we have to talk about? Your wood chisels didn’t break again, did they?

From: Bucky nothing im fine

From: Stevie You sure? Time for a Cypress Hills visit?

From: Bucky no im fine

From: Stevie You haven’t left the room in a week. Beat your old record and I'm going to start getting worried here.

Bucky stares at his phone wondering how he ended up with a mother a century after his own died, before sighing.

From: Bucky going to film a video this week. im fine

From: Bucky promise

Because there really was no other way to convince Steve that he as leaving the cave he constructed from his comforter.

From: Steve Good to hear. I’m always across the hallway if you need anything.

From: Bucky i know. your gramophone won’t let me forget it.

From: Steve Dick.

From: Bucky it is too damn loud. old ass

From: Steve Got a new record. Haven’t listened to it yet.

From: Bucky ill be there in 10

That Friday, Bucky walks onto the set in his finest black hoodie and darkest sunglasses, looking less like a badass and entirely like a hungover teenager.

Before he has a chance to even register what’s going on, he is ambushed by lights, a team touching up his face and his stupid dollar store sunglasses leave him before he has a chance to protest.

“I told you he’d show up,” you pipe up proudly from your place at the table. “Lil' shit simply missed me too–”

“Stop,” he interrupts, finally getting around to look at the set when the foundation brushes stop assaulting his line of vision.

For a hot second, he thinks you've taken over Steve's cooking show.

There are candles floating around, which he assumes you're holding up. A large… cauldron, gigantic wooden mixing spoons and 50 little bowls worth of ingredients are neatly arranged on the table.

“What the hell is going on?” he questions immediately. “What is all this?”

“Mise en place, baby,” you reply, shutting a book you had on the table loudly before looking at him. “You’re on dish duty. Come on.”

“What?” His eyebrows pull into a frown.

You dust off your hands before reaching under the table and chucking an apron at him. “Back when I worked as a line cook, the number one rule was to clean up as you go. I like to think of it as--”

“What is going on here?” he specifies, already trying to piece together your timeline in his head with every new piece of lore.

“Welcome to my kitchen, motherfucker.” Your grin is nefarious. “We're gonna do some witchcraft.”

After he spends fifteen minutes on the phone with Maya confirming that yes, that is indeed the episode and that the heads up he needed would have reached him if he opened the seventeen million messages on the group chat– he finally comes to stand behind the bench with you, a tick in his jaw but also with enough self-awareness to be sheepish.

He thought his grand return to the channel would be a simple video with some ghost reading or whatever, not… this.

He turns to you, ready to reach a compromise that ends with him not having to be there at all.

But in the fifteen minutes he had turned his attention to the call, you’ve somehow convinced them to start rolling before he gets the chance to leave, so he’s immediately hit with a--

“We’re on in three…two–”

“Where is your apron?” you demand, looking him up and down.

“I’m not wearing that shit.” It had some stupid slogan like ‘Life is about taking whisks!’ and he had already been through enough.

“Jeez, annyone would think that you're not in love with me--"

"I'm not."

"--by the way you're so ungrateful. I got that custom-made for you,” you tsk. “I could've gotten the other one. Mine could've said ‘he’s my sweet potato’ and yours could've said ‘I yam’.”

Bucky experiences a whole-body chill.

“Whatever," you dismiss with a wave of hand before looking into the camera. "Before we get started, we recognize that for some, witchcraft is a deeply meaningful religion and spiritual practice that should be approached with respect and curiosity.”

“We’re not claiming this is the definitive guide to witchcraft, we’re simply trying out a book that’s been highly recommended for better or worse, and seeing where it leads us. Whaddya say, Bucko?

You look at him for input. Bucky stares at the dusty, hole-ridden monstrosity on the table.

“What’s it called?” Bucky asks finally after a long pause.

You tap the thick, old book. “Witchcraft for Weenies: A Totally Legit Guide to Authentic Witchcraft by A. Harkness.”

“Is that the actual name or are you just making it up?”

“Rich coming from the only one between us who actually lied on camera--" you glare at him. "I would never fabricate my sources, I’m a champion for academic integrity.”

You pick up the book to show him, flipping it towards the camera too and sure enough, the book that was basically falling apart at the binding was called exactly that.

“Let’s-a go, baby.”

You stare at him, lips pressed together. Bucky gives no inclination towards changing his answer.

“Fine. We’re going to do this the hard way, I see.” You exhale, reaching into the pocket of your apron.

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together when you brandish a deck of cards, yank his arm towards you and drop it into his open palm.

“Shuffle," you command.

Something very familiar faces him.

Bucky stares at the cards before looking back at you. “Why’s my face on it?”

“It’s a tarot deck I got from Comic Con,” you insist. “Avengers themed. Now shuffle it.”

He thinks you left that card on top on purpose, but regardless, he's already been too much of a menace to the crew to be the cause of any more disturbance.

So he slowly begins, careful and skilled, before you scoff in his face.

“Faster, grandpa," you chide. “I’ve seen the way those hands cut garlic when no one’s around, I know you move faster than that.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but complies anyway, shuffling the cards with the adeptness only a certain Jim Morita could have taught him in a dark tent to keep him awake on a night watch.

“Faster,” you goad, face smug. “Faster. Come on now, Barnes, your age finally catching up to you?”

It’s stupid– he doesn’t even know why he’s actually complying and increasing his speed. He can’t believe that he was letting you pressure him.

“C’mon, faster, Barnes, you abso-”

His hands were moving so fast by then that they’d have to put the video in slow motion to catch all the movement.

“Faster–” and in the commotion, a few cards fly out.

“Brilliant, thanks.” You slam them down on the table, plucking the deck out of his hand before he has a chance to process why the fuck he actually went ahead with what you were trying.

“Right, so the universe has decided that these will be your cards,” you tell him, and he finally looks down at what had fallen out of the deck.

The cards show Sam’s Captain America shield, Carol Danvers, and Spider-Man, with words written below.

“The Star, Six of Cups, The Hanged Man,” you read out thoughtfully.

Bucky rolls his eyes so hard he thinks they’ll fall out of his skull.

“You know, I’m going to just make a general assumption and say you need help.” You hum to yourself. “I'm gonna make a potion to get you some.”

“Get me some?” He's too busy trying to figure out what the cards could possibly mean to see that he's walked straight into that one.

“Get you some perspective. You need an advisor who’ll dish it to you straight. Give you the facts, no bullshit–”

"No." He had too many of those in his life and he has had enough of people being “honest” and "straightforward” and telling him his moustache was ugly every time he dared to try out a new look–

Until you reach under the table and again and suddenly, there’s a white creature buzzing around on the table in front of him.

“Behold– your new advisor,” you announce.

From the corner of his eye Bucky can see the production team scrambling to figure out where the hell this was going. He lip-reads producers’ orders to find adoption links or resources to insert during post-production, and teasers on social media, to make this look more planned. Great, so no one was prepared-- it wasn't just him.

“Whose fucking cat is this?” He looks down at it, all white except for a few brown spots all around, green eyes and evil in her aura.

“Relax, I'll give her back when we're done.”

“Give her ba–” he echoes. “Where did you get her?”

“The alley outside,” you coo, rubbing under her chin. “I checked and she doesn’t have an owner. But look at her, she’s meant to be here.”

Bucky looks at the cat. The cat looks back at him, irises narrowing into slits. His nose twitches.

“You can’t just bring a cat–”

“Remember to adopt, not shop,” you say to the camera before clapping your hand. “Anyway. If my potion goes according to plan, she will be giving you unsolicited life advice for eternity.”

“You will be unemployed, then,” Bucky manages to add while watching the chaos unfold behind the camera.

“Nonsense, I’m irreplaceable.” You grin. “Besides, you can't manufacture chemistry like this even in a cauldron.”

You send him a flying kiss. His glower was as sharp as laser beams.

“Let’s get started.” You grin at the camera.

Bucky tries to pet the cat. She hisses at him.

Well all-fucking-right then.

One hour later, things have descended into madness of the most mundane kind.

It was precisely when you started telling him ten minutes in that a book had nothing on your instincts and raw intelligence that Bucky knew that this was going to shit.

The cauldron was on an electric stove unlike the open fire demanded by the book because the team had enough foresight to know it would be a fire hazard.

You toss in something that looks like cardamom but he isn’t sure at this point. He just wanted to get away from the bright lights and the strange smiling liquid boiling awai.

The cat sits obediently by your side, watching curiously. He is convinced that she is evil.

Unfortunately, Bucky has had to hold her back twice when she tried to stick her paw in to attack a bubble, and at this point, he doesn’t think he has it in him to do it a third time.

You read the recipe as if it makes any sort of fucking difference now.

“We’re almost done,” you sing.

Bucky nurses his headache. “Don't give me hope.”

“Put some more reegelbeetle seeds in,” you dictate. “This is gonna work, I can feel it.”

Bucky uses his free hand to do as you say. He doesn’t even think it’s the right one, he just reaches for whatever is closer to you and you don't seem to care either.

You toss in some more seeds, stir twice and then turn off the stove.

“Boom.” You lift the spoon up, watching the thick liquid drip back. “This is either a talking potion or a hex.”

"Hex to do what?”

“I think it activates dormant allergies.” You squint at the book that literally had no significance besides being a prop. “You got any?”

“No.” But it makes him think of Steve’s pollen allergies.

“Oh. Well, then there’s only one outcome here.”

“Alright, here we go.” Of the gigantic pot that you’d just stirred, you fish the tiniest amount out on the smallest spoon he’d ever seen, which you also apparently stored in the vast space that was your apron pocket.

The cat watches you hold the spoon near its face.

It takes a sniff. Then two. Finally, after deeming it non-poisonous, it sticks out its tongue the tiniest bit and takes a lick.

The whole crew is silent.

Bucky’s hand is still pressing against his temples.

“Tell us your name,” you urge, voice hopeful.

The cat looks at Bucky, and for a second, something akin to understanding flashes in its eyes. It’s uncanny and weird and something about it unsettles him deeply.

You seem to catch it too because you look at him in surprise. He looks back at you, face pulled into a frown.

And for a moment, he wonders. If you'd somehow done it. Because there’s no fucking way–

Then it meows.

He exhales.

Your shoulders drop as you let out an “Aw, man.”

"Great. Goodbye. Like and subcribce to the bell icon," he calls out, dusting his hands against his pants.

Someone from the production crew sneezes.

Both of you turn to him immediately.

At the same instant, someone else all the way on the opposite end sneezes again, and the whole crew turns to look at them, before another sneezes in the front.

“We did it!” you cheer.

“We didn’t do jack,” Bucky interjects immediately as the crew errupts into a cacophony of chatter and sneezes.

“It’s a hex that activates allergies and they’re sneezing,” you point towards them with the spoon, triumphant.

“You threw fifteen fuckin' pounds of pepper in there,” he argues. “You've turned this room into a sandstorm of dry spices. This proves nothing.”

“I’ve connected the dots.” Your eyes shine, ignoring him.

“You didn’t connect shit.”

“I’ve connected them.”

Someone in the corner sneezes. He wonders if Steve’s allergies would be activated by the trace amounts of... cursed soup that he carries with him back to the floor.

“Well, we can’t leave them like this, Bucky.” You look around, tsking. “We gotta make a reverse hex or something.”

“You can,” he says. “It’s called opening the windows.”

“Nope,” you pop the last syllable. “We’re making another potion. C’mon.”

“First of all, this is not a potion–” he begins, but is interrupted by a buzz on his phone, the screen lit up by a text on the groupchat.

From: Maya I don’t give a shit if it’s placebo or not. Make a damn potion before you get sued for hexing employees.

“Fine,” he grumbles.

“Beautiful. Grab the ash sphinx flakes,” you brandish another big cauldron from fuck knows where.

Bucky stares at you, unmoving.

“Just get the oregano,” you sigh.

The cat tries sticking her paw in the pot again.

Bucky feels a sneeze incoming.

Whether the hex and subsequent anti-hex Maya forced you to make at gunpoint was real or not, is yet to be determined scientifically.

What actually does happen, is the damn apron you give him carries enough trace amount of your stupid experiment, that it somehow activates Steve’s very real pollen allergy. Bucky finds himself on edge for the rest of the day every time the man rattles the walls with his middle aged dad sneezing.

It carries on over to his show, which means Steve’s episode on baking a 1950s chocolate cake from tomato soup is edited extremely strangely to cut out every sneeze.

Which means Nat’s episode on spy inaccuracies in Argylle takes twice as long to film because they have to take a few seconds every time Steve’s sneezes interrupt her from the set next door.

Which means Bruce’s video on the science behind memory is delayed on shooting.

All in all, something does seemed to have been hexed, but it mostly seems to be everyone’s fucking productivity.

Finally, everyone manages to get through the day, and the videos are sent to post production.

The same night when everyone’s gathered at the dining table to commemorate the end of another shoot day, Bucky slips out, knowing that Steve would save him a slice of pizza if he never returned.

He goes back to the library to return his copy of Understanding Wood Finishing, when his curiosity leads him back down a familiar path.

It’s where he finds you again, in the same corner as the last time, on the floor, surrounded by shelves.

“You again.” You quirk an eyebrow when he appears from the shadows. "Aren't you supposed to be eating pizza?"

“What are you absorbing now?” he asks, voice low for once, respecting the sanctity of the library now that day had slipped into night and everything seemed a bit more solemn now.

“Nothing,” you answer.

“Then why are you here?”

He figured you’d be out there, introducing everyone to the cat that was now set to be roaming the halls, before someone assumed it was a shapeshifting enemy and dealt with it accordingly.

“God forbid someone get some peace and quiet for once,” you mumble. “It’s too loud out there.”

Oh.

You don’t say anything else, leaning back against the bookshelf with your eyes closed.

There really isn't a need for more words. He gets it.

The understadning leaves silence in its wake. Bucky doesn't really have anything to say.

“Did you come here just to stare at me?” you ask finally. “Did you finally admit your feelings?”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Only a matter of time.” You smile before changes to something more subdued, a bit more serious. “You wanna talk about what’s actually been bugging you for the last week?”

Bucky looks at you wearily. “The tarot cards tell you something?”

You eye him. “Not more than what’s obvious. Wanna talk about it?”

He swallows, throat suddenly feeling like it's closing in on itself.

“No.”

“Alrighty.”

You say nothing more than that, leaving the both of you in relative quiet, save for the buzz of the warm fluorescent light above.

Bucky takes an awkward seat next to you on the floor.

You pry open an eye to look at him in suspicion.

“Y’mind?” he manges.

“Mind what?”

He gestures to himself uncomforably, readiy to jump up and leave at any second.

You observe him for a second, and for once he stares back with no irritation in his look, just permission.

“No, you can sit.” You close your eyes. “So long as you don’t tell anyone else 'bout this place.”

If there’s anything Bucky’s good at, it’s keeping a secret.

He settles back into the shelf with an exhale, letting the weight of day roll off his shoulders.

You wordlessly slide a thermos towards him. He doesn’t even have to open it to know it’s the damn soup from that afternoon.

And if he’s being honest, it doesn’t taste that bad at all.

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simpingforbots · 6 months ago

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Idk if you do small oneshots if not I'm sorry

But ever since I saw the a human ended on Cybertron with Megatronus I've been screaming internally by how adorable it was, could you do a small Megatronus x human story where the little human sneaked out and when it came back it was all full of mud and so Megatronus gave them a bath like he does in the "what if a human ended in Cybertron"

hello yes i am happy to do one shot. hope you will enjoy it.

Little heaven

This is not right. You are not supposed to be here at all. stifling your scream, you jumped out of the way of huge bot, who did not even noticed you, continuing on it’s way while chuting with another bot. You then had to quickly gather your self as to not get stomped to death by another bot, rushing towards the gutters, not caring if you gonna find your self among trash and mud. You stutter a bit, feeling gag coming up and started coughing. How did all come to this?

Well you used to live a peaceful life on earth – working, having your own rented apartment, hell you were even going for promotion until you wee suddenly kidnapped by huge bug like creatures, who kept you for experiments, which were not pretty. One day you managed to escape the ship, only to run in to battlefield between your captors and huge fucking robots. You had to run for cover with all your might, trying not to scream as explosion rung all around you and ground shook. Finally running behind a huge rock, you sight with relief for a moment, looking up and trying to figure out your next step while your heartbeat echoed in your head. It did not last long as one of the biggest bots suddenly took cover behind the same rock and looked down, notisisng you.

Megatronus had to take cover, the fire was to much to take and he need to come up with some kind of tactic, diving for cover behind one of many metal rocks, taking a break for a second until he noticed movement in the corner of his optic. Quickly looking down, expecting a grenade only to find some strange small creature, cowering before his presence. It looked like it was made out of the same thing like Quintessons, but instead this little one did not had metal plating. N fact you looked like nothing like Quintessons, more like a cybertronion in fact. Just made out of flash and with strange things on your head. He had no time to think as an actual grenade landed next to you and quickly grabbed you, surprised for a moment just how small you are and returned the grenade to sender. When all was over and Quintessons ran, he let a sigh of relief, letting his shoulders slump with ease and focus on you, still on his fist pressed against his chest. Slowly pulling his servo away from his chest and unwrapped it, he saw that the strange thing was still alright, just scream and cowering in his hand, not bigger then his digits. Cocking his helm a bit, he nudged you with one of his digits, feeling your soft flesh give in and you whimper from suden touch. He looked up alerting others and changed the grip on you, piking you up by scarf of your clothes, showing you off to others. And with that your fate was sealed. You were brought to place, quickly figure out that those who took you in was some kind of royalty, living in a very-very big place with gold and other luxury. Out of 13 strange robots he seemed to be the tallest and the meanest, well at least when in publick, in privet you found out he was quite soft, choosing to shower you in affection, tenderness and “love”. You felt like some kind of chihuahua dog to be honest, a candy eye or something like his. All your communication attempts were discarded like gibberish and intelligible, though you did learn how to repeat his name in rough ways, but it was now shown like some kind of party trick to others. You would always be by his side no matter what, meeting, walking or just doing simple boring work, you must be there. You “followed” him around either by ridding his shoulder or ridding a strange floating pad that would never stray away from him, which you honestly did not prefer as your legs would wobble any time you tired to stand up. When you were alone with him, he would take of his mask, showing a surprisingly soft face for someone with his status and would let deep soft rumble when you were brave enough to reach and touch it. He would also pet you time to time with his huge digits, running them across your hair or your back, something that helped him o calm down or relax during boring meetings. You were also provided some kind of armour, small and somewhat resembling his, but you still did your best not to wear it. But now you used it to your advantage. With enough materials, you managed to get time of being alone and snuck out, climbing down a huge tower and getting on to the streets of strange metal city. Though you did not plan this far and had to quickly hide in gutters just to stay alive, silently regretting running away. You slumped against the wall, trying to calm your heart from beating like crazy all while trying to form next step of plan. Surely if you return the big one won’t be to happy to see you like this and learn that you snuck off, on the other hand maybe if you scavenged around a bit more you might find a way home. Nodding to your self, you pushed your self up and strated traversing though pipes, hoping to find a way to the surface.

Megatronus reached his room after another boring meeting, he really did not wanted to sit there without you, but you were asleep in your little nest of pillow so he decided to et you rest. He rumble with joy as he slowly walked up to the nest only to freeze. You were not there, and a strange rope like structure hand down from the edge. You made this to escape. Why? How? When? All sort of questions run though his mind as he looked all over his quarters, trying to find you hiding somewhere. You were not there, leading to the only way he can find you. Piking up a tablet, he turned it on and immideatly got your location. He knew you would do this someday, just not this soon, so he installed a tracker in to your armour, which was a great gift from Solus, he really should thank them. Watching a small red dot on map moved slowly, he resumed you were looking for safe space and with map in hand, left the quarters and ventured down in to Iacon. Of course he immideatly got all the unwanted attention, he just kept walking, following the small dot, guessing you got in to gutter system as he was literally walking on top of you now, silently following. Soon he was left alone by his people and managed to follow you in to the exit, stopping and waititng. It did not even took a click for you to climb out, looking around for any danger, yet failing to see him right behind you, and climb out. You looked horrible and miserable, almost falling over immideatly and trying to get up. He wanted to see what is it you planed, letting out a huff, that gave him away as you turned around so fats he ha to tack a step back. You strated screaming and ran, probably looking for another hole to hide, yet your size gave you a lot of advantage just as many disadvantages, like being small and slow. He quickly wrapped his servos around you, piking you up and heading back, ignoring your weird chatter and kicking and soft punches. You were just upset about being cough for doing something you were not, but for now he was glad you were relatively alright. Returning to his room, he left you in a box, knowing now that your little nest could serve as escape plan as well, leaving to go get some cleaning supplies to help you clean off. Upon his return you were sulking in the corner, refusing to say anything and just let him do what ever he wants, which was much batter then with you fighting him all the way. Piking you up, he easily took the armour of and gently lowered you in to a cube with water getting first layer of muck off, than added the soap and started slowly rubbing the mud of you. Ususaly he would let you do it by your self, knowing how you valued this small moment of privacy and how violently you fought for this, but now it was sort of punishment for running away, not letting you do it by your self at all. When you were done, he wrapped you up in towel and hold you close, just happy that he managed to find you before any harm come to you and quietly pondered if it will be best to make sure you won’t run away again. EVER.

#transformers #transformers one #transformers x reader #transformers x human #megatronus prime #soft #writing #answering

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rabotimagines · 4 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/rabotimagines/777430496310329344/battlefield-flirting-gn-bot-reader-x-megatron?source=share

I'm gonna be so fr I imagined Jazz as the one flirting, and why did it fit so well????

but also imagine Prowl being incredibly protective over Jazz when he finds out that the Decepticons want him-

Tbh older reader and Jazz are on the same wave length so it does fit. If Jazz was the one getting the cons horny he'd think it was funny as hell and play into it.

Here your ask made me think of another part for older petnaming reader.

"Show" GN BOT Reader x Jazz scenario

Summary: You make out with Jazz and act like you're interfacing to distract the Decepticons.

G1 characters: Jazz (The cons are also here getting horny! Prowl shows up at the end too.)

Warnings: Voyeurism

Genre/Theme: Horny 🔞 (more Mature than Explicit)

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: The entire make out is from the perspective of the Decepticons, Playful older reader, Reader: We should take advantage of the fact the Decepticons are perverts.

You all needed a distraction, and you needed one bad.

The Decepticons had started yet another world dominance plan, which was actually going well. And you needed to stop them now before it got any further out of control. Mirage could sneak into the temporary base the Decepticons set up and sabotage them from the inside. The problem was that the whole base was guarded to the denta, and you needed to distract at least one of the guards for Mirage to slip in. And then distract the rest of the Decepticons so Mirage can do his job without interruption.

That's when you get a crazy idea that might actually work.

You weren't stupid, and you were old enough to know what most the Decepticons were thinking when they started leering at you with hungry looks. You just continued teasing them on the battlefield, while not giving them even an inkling that you knew exactly how badly they wanted you. But now you might just take advantage of the cons little attraction to you. (It's not like it was your fault they seemed to want you like an energon goodie. You weren't exactly some fancy new build. You were a war trained soilder.)

So you raised your servo "Optimus, I might have an idea for how to distract a watchmech and all of the Decepticon high command at the same time."

Optimus paused when you spoke to give you the per verbal floor. "Oh? And what exactly might that be?"

"I just need one mech on board for it to work. So Jazz, question-" At your address, Jazz perked up from where he was sitting. "How do you feel about putting on- a little show with me to distract the cons?" The room goes dead silent at your question.

Jazz realizes exactly what you're implying the fastest. He leans forward over the table slightly, his plating tense and serious. "I just have an equally important question in response."

"Oh?"

Jazz's plating slacks casually, and a felinoid smile that reminds you exactly why you two got along curls on his derma. "Glossia or no glossia?" Oh, this would be fun.

"Honestly, we know they'll be coming sooner than later, we should attack them first while we have the upper servo!" Starscream argued with Megatron again over the decision to stay on guard.

"If they're going to come, then let them come! We will be ready for the Autobots, and we will destroy them where they stand!" Megatron snapped back in clear annoyance.

Just as Starscream opened his mouth again, one of the alerts went off. Drawing everyone's attention to the multiple camera feeds on the wide screen they had on the wall. "Soundwave report." Megatron ordered.

"Buzzsaw reports obvious activity in shrubbery ahead of himself." Soundwave tapped along his keyboard, and Buzzsaws internal feed camera was put up in full screen. Sure enough, the view of bushes shaking slightly was put into view. It stopped after a klick.

"Soundwave order him to find out what it is. And if it's a pest to deal with it accordingly."

The video feed showed Buzzsaws point of view of taking off and into the tree line where the movement had happened. The cons were left watching as Buzzsaw flew through the trees for a few klicks with no life in sight.

Only for a bot to eventually come into view.

"Jazz." Megatron muttered darkly "Soundwave, have Buzzsaw find out exactly what he's planning."

Soundwave nodded. "Buzzsaw, follow lead."

They watched as Jazz in root mode stepped over plant life with Buzzsaw silently trailing behind him in the trees. Eventually, he came to a small clearing where another mech was waiting.

You were waiting for him, leaning up against a larger tree, and your helm perked up when you saw Jazz. "Ah, yellow still on guard?" You asked with quirked derma.

Jazz just casually shrugged his shoulders. "Sure is. Looks like we'll be waiting for at least a Joor." Jazz leisurely made his way over to you.

"A joor till what?" Starscream muttered conspicuously.

Jazz met up with you, but instead of stopping in front like they'd all expected, Jazz got even closer to you. They all watched as Jazz propped an arm up against the same tree you were leaning against. Effectively trapping you between him and the tree. Jazz just smiled and raised his other servo to lightly cup your jaw.

"Really now. While we're on watch duty?" You didn't even seem upset by the incredibly wild development.

"C'mon, we've got a joor, and I know exactly how I wanna be spending that joor." Jazz leaned close enough that there was only a digits length between your faceplates.

"Soundwave I was not..." Megatron paused. "Aware that the two of them were this close to one another."

"Information not known. Proposal: may be both their personalities, opposed to relationship." Soundwave stated bluntly since he frankly hadn't seen any signs of you two actually becoming involved with one another like this.

The answer was obvious and easy to accept. Considering Jazz, let alone you. You'd flirt with your enemies on the battlefield constantly. While Jazz was... Jazz.

So when Jazz leaned forward and kissed you, the entire room was equally shocked.

"Soundwave retracts last statement." Soundwave bluntly remarked as he watched you kiss Jazz back.

Jazz's servos moved towards your chassis while yours went for Jazz's waist. You practically dragged Jazz forward till there was barely any space between the two of you.

Jazz's servos were greedily brushing over the front of your chasiss. Digit pads following the line and dips of your armor as he sensually touched you. You arched against his touch while your gasps and other small noises slipped out between where the two of you kissed.

"Wait, are they gonna frag?" Skywarp, who had been leaning back in his chair, was now sitting forward attentive and staring at the screen.

"What? No. Why the slag would-" Thundercracker stopped short and actually stared at Jazz and you. The longer he stared, the more he noticed how much you were both touching each other. He also noticed how he actually couldn't see if either of your modesty panels were still in place from the angle.

Were you actually about to-

Starscream scoffed loudly and turned on his thruster towards Megatron "Megatron, this is obviously a ploy to distract-" Jazz's engine revving loud in blatant undeniable want cut Starscream off.

"Yeah!" Skywarp shouted excitedly at the screen when Jazz slipped his glossia into your mouth. While multiple sounds of shock sounded out of the rest of them. Jazz closed what little space you had between you and boldly pressed his chassis up against yours. Your hips slotted together, and a heavy but muffled groan sounded out of you at the contact. Did Jazz just- slag. Did Jazz just spike you? Due to the side angle of Buzzsaws view and how close you were together, Thundercracker still had no visible clue if you were actually interfacing. But the motion and the angle of each of your hips certainly didn't paint any other picture.

Jazz rocked his hips, and you arched further against him. Your servos dragged jazz even closer towards you every time he rutted against you. Jazz's servos simply had not stopped wandering and fondling your frame the entire time. Every drag of his digits brought another little noise out of you. Either a huff or another muffled moan- You were still kissing each other fervently, and Thundercracker could occasionally catch glimpses of both your glossias-

You certainly weren't holding servos!

Thundercracker almost chokes on his oral lubricant at the very heated display and has to fight not to let his sparkdamned modesty panel pull back. His own spike twitching against his own panel every time another needy noise slipped out of you. This was going to haunt his less than innocent alone time- In a panic, Thundercracker glanced at Megatron, and almost balks.

Megatrons optics are a noticeable shade brighter than usual. He's also leaning forward and staring intensively at the little show you two were both putting on. Thundercracker hears your muffled moan and can physically see Megatron's optics brighten a touch further.

Starscream stood next to Megatron with his mouth hanging open, and his wings raised high, and they were twitching sporadically- Thundercracker realizes it's in time with your noises.

Thundercracker glances at Soundwave and does balk this time and then scowls. Soundwave was recording! Like, as if Buzzsaw wasn't already doing it! Frag, Thundercracker wasn't stupid enough to ask for a copy of the footage and owe Soundwave anything. Skywarp, however, would be asking- Skywap, who was leaning forward with a grin on his faceplate. Optics bright and not breaking his focus on the two of you for even a nanoklick

... Thundercracker could get it from Skywarp afterward.

You both break apart finally with huffy vents and Jazz groaned before shoving his faceplate against your throat. Subsequently hiding Jazz's helm from the camera view.

Only then does Buzzsaw's camera, which had been focused primarily on your frames, slowly panned upwards. To revel your optics were locked directly on Buzzsaw and subsequently them as well. The camera jerked when Buzzsaw flinched, realizing he'd been spotted. They waited for you to quickly inform Jazz that you were being watched or raise a blaster to fire at Buzzsaw. When, instead, the entire room watched baffled as your derma curled further, and your optics narrowed slightly. You then slowly and teasingly dragged your glossia over your derma. You then bit down on your bottom derma before simply turning back towards Jazz.

Yeah, Thundercrackers not gonna be able to be normal the next time you smile at him before a fight.

An engine revving and then stalling in the room makes Thundercracker glance right and see the two Constructicons (who he forgot where even there) also seemingly in a similar state as his own.

"Holy slag-" Scavenger muttered, staring wide opticed, at the video feed. Scrapper was simply staring, but even his optics were obviously running hotter than they should. A moan slipped out of Jazz this time when you started lapping your glossia at the detailing of his throat cables.

They all visibly jumped when a blaring alarm suddenly started blasting in the room. Thundercracker swore he could hear his own energon in his audials. Then he registered it was an alarm and not a sudden attack. Thundercracker had to dismiss his own battle protocols that sprung to life after the sound. "Soundwave report!" Megatron ordered.

"Weapon has been set to disintegration- from the inside."

"What!?" Megatron and Starscream both made a dash out of the room more than obviously heading to where the weapon was stored. The two Constructicons followed shortly after them. Scavenger tripping on his way out the door before getting back up to keep running.

"Buzzsaw, return. Base is compromised." After the order, Soundwave made his way out the door as well.

Buzzsaw's legs twitched when Soundwave spoke, and the branch he was on audibly shook. A blaster shot scrapped the side of Buzzsaws chassis, and he cried out and took to the skies. Promptly cutting off the camera show they'd had of you two.

"No! Frag!" Skywarp shouted in dismay, obviously more upset by the show he had being cut short than the fact that they'd been compromised. Thundercracker groaned and stood up while ignoring the heat of obvious interested arousal between his thighs.

Thundercracker probably would have to get a copy of it from Soundwave if he actually wanted to see that again.

"Whoops, and there goes the camera crew." Jazz stared up at the direction Buzzsaw had taken off in.

You just stared at Prowl, who was standing with his still smoking blaster in the air. A firm frown was on his faceplate. "Thanks for the save, Prowl." You nodded at him, and Prowl only grunted in response.

You raised an optic ridge while Jazz just turned to Prowl and grinned. "Oh, Prowl! Did ya enjoy the show?"

Prowl had only agreed to your plan if someone would be stationed to guard the two of you while you distracted the Decepticons.

Optimus thought it was a perfectly valid claim.

So Optimus told Prowl he'd be guarding you both.

Prowls faceplate didn't even twitch. (His doorwings did however.) "You've gotten too- into part. You should've stopped once Mirage messaged about successfully setting the detonation off."

You pulled Jazz's thigh up to your waist as if you were going to spike him- if your array were out anyway. You also worried your bottom derma at Prowl for extra measure. Your servo under Jazz's thigh and digits barely brushing the end of Jazz's aft. "Aw, C'mon Prowl, we were having fun."

"Yeah, Prowl- it's not like it totally didn't work amazingly or something. Ha ha. " Jazz chuckled and waggled his optic ridge at Prowl. Jazz continued to press his frame against your own while waiting for a response.

Prowl stared at you two for a klick longer before finally just sighing and moving past you both. "The Decepticons still need to be dealt with." You and Jazz watched him leave and eyed Prowls doorwings that were perked a touch higher than they usually would be.

You turned back to Jazz to share a look before you both finally broke apart, laughing.

#transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #transformers x cybertronian reader #x reader #rabot writes #valveplug #jazz x reader #do i bother tagging everyone else????#nah probably not #rabot requests

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iamfuckingsorry · 3 months ago

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so i really didn't like fugitive telemetry nearly as much as the rest of the series on my first listen, in part because i spent a big chunk of it confused about what the hell i missed because i was listening to it in publishing order, and in part because mb spends a great deal of it feeling super uncomfortable about basically everything

but i'm listening to it again now and i can really see why people seem to like it.

mb's really struggling with its identity in this one oh god. it knows it's a secunit it wants to be a secunit it is not a human or a bot or anything else and it does not want to be treated as anything else but what it is. but it also. fucking hates being treated as a secunit. and it's especially bad because so many of the people on preservation are trying to be nice about it, like there's several instances of people going "oh hi--- oh wait fuck the feed id says secunit oh shit it's the secunit--- wait no calm tf down it has rights yeah i know it's scary af but you still need to treat it like a person oh god okay let's be weirdly polite and pretend you're not scared" and mb clearly hates that immediate reaction to what it is, but it seems to hate people forcing themselves to be aggressively polite around it just as much, because at least that immediate reaction is what it's used to

ah mb both wanting to be equal and being horribly freaked out by the idea of being equal because equal means human and the idea of being human is so incredibly gross will never stop being entertaining (and very very relatable)

pin lee is also just so aggressively in mb's corner, she doesn't really play /that/ big of a role in the book but she's 100% fighting for mb basically from the moment it comes back to save mensah in exit strategy, and here mb just needs to be like "ew i don't wanna do that" and pin lee feels like she would fucking. kill someone. to make sure mb doesn't need to do things it doesn't wanna do. can i also get a pin lee please.

also the bit where mb talks about people seeing it on tv or something? i can't remember if it's the documentary or if it maybe comes up in another context but there's definitely a part where mb talks about how it wouldn't mind that actually. and knowing what happens later on i'm just like. ahhhh foreshadowing!! nice!!

and it gets to do proper secunit stuff! it's so happy about it, like "yes i liked this plan better. partially because it was a better plan but also because it was a secunit plan, not a combatunit plan". like i know we all (me included) wonder if/what kind of sexual abuse mb's been through the way it reacts to maybe being percieved as a sexbot and stuff, but it also clearly doesn't want to be perceived as any other kind of construct either. it's not a comfortunit, it's not a combatunit, it's a secunit goddamnit (insert bones "im a doctor not an ---" gif here)

and the way it just. doesn't understand the preservation bots at all. jollybaby probably thinks it's being all cute and friendly including and mb just finds it. annoying. the other bots are a variety of genuinely friendly and lowkey an ass but doing the same Nice and Polite thing that some of the preservation humans do to it, and mb feels all sorts of ways about it, like if all of them are playing some kind of weird game where they roleplay as happy content bots even though they couldn't possibly be since they're not really free

and its relationship with indah, and the way it goes from "ugh i hate this human" (because said human is very much treating it like a dangerous murder weapon, very fair reaction) to "ugh i still don't like this human but i wouldn't necessarily /hate/ having to work with her again" (because said human has actually started to realize that secunit 1. fucking loves saving people is just can't help itself, 2. is actually fucking amazing at its job, and 3. maybe really does deserve to be treated like a person)... like they're not friends by the end of it but they're much, much closer to something like coworkers who don't work the same way but are generally fairly okay with each other. god it just can't fucking help making some kind of connection with humans can it

anyway i dunno where i was going with this, my memory is too shit to actually pull up any specific examples and i'm all just about vibes, but it's just like

good book actually

#murderbot #tmbd #fugitive telemetry #ahhhh i just love murderbot so much y'all #herr's personal tag

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whalemleck · 7 months ago

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i get that the only miners bee really hangs with are D-16 and Orion and that he still keeps his distance from the others.

BUUUT!- may I offer an au of your au?

Where bee starts gaining a reputation among the other miners in D and Orion's sector because he keeps covering up for them as well.

Wheeljack blew up one of the backup generators? He was trying to fix that faulty wiring you were supposed to fix weeks ago.

(bee knows wheeljack was experimenting on it. and knows that he loved every second of it. He has the same look in his eyes as the scientists that would flock in and out of Sentinel's buildings.)

You saw Jazz steal your music discs? Check your optics he's been mining with us for the past five hours.

(bee had all the bots in this sector memorized of course he knew Jazz wasn't there. He was going to report him,really he was,but Cliff said music makes bots happy at the sound of it. Jazz was definitely that type of mech,plus those music discs weren't that expensive.)

The twins repainted your paint job making you look hideous? I see no difference.

(it actually makes you look better. Seriously,keep it it's less of an eyesore)

Elita punched that pillar so hard it collapsed and nearly squished you? Again,check your optics,Im in a bad mood so those punch and slash marks are obviously from me.

( she's dealing with a lot of stress keeping all her subordinates in line with him around. She needed an outlet, and better a solid concrete pillar than another miner. Honestly both her and bee need a break from all this scrap)

after every one of these incidents bee would turn to the bot (or bots) he covered up and make it clear that this stays between them. But with how often this keeps happening it just becomes known to the whole sector that if you want to get out of a tight spot,run to bee's location as fast as you can.

Bee honestly is just,well...conflicted.

Considering how much Bee believes and follows Cliff's words, I'm sure he would. Orion and D will always be the first priority, of course, but the other miners need help as well. Iacon literally depends on them, so kudos to them for their hard work. Darkwing can go to hell with his complaints about how when B temporarily becomes the Overseer of the Mining District, all his subordinates start acting erratically (that's a good thing)

I love AUs and requests like this, thank you so much for suggesting this! <")

#bodyguard!b127

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wondrfuls · 2 months ago

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— YJ COLLEGE AU! JACKIE TAYLOR .

— College Au! Jackie head canons .

— Modern AU + College AU , no crash . NSFW under cut.

— Bot here !

SFW !

— CollegeAu!Jackie that always spends her free time either in the library, or her dorm room, buried in textbooks and her headphones plugged into her ears.

— She doesn’t try to stay up all night, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her lamp, pencil scratching against the paper.

— she’s smart as hell . total academic weapon.

— She’s completely oblivious to the world around her, humming a catchy pop tune that she hasn’t been able to get out of her head for the past few days.

— Top of her classes with her grades, straight A’s and all the professors love her because of it. She’s a teachers pet, too.

— She parties a lot more than you think she would. Considering she finishes all of her stuff the day or after the day they’re assigned.

— Gets the worst hangover imaginable but still pushes through her tests and absolutely aces them because even hungover, she’s still the same academic weapon .

— She hates to admit it but sometimes she does appreciate your help more than she likes to realize it. you’re smart in ways that she’s well aware of, and you’re the only person she’d actually ask for help.

— Really sweet . Like, she’s super sweet even if she’s in a bad mood.

— absolutely loves watching movies. you’ll find her randomly on her laptop watching a new movie at least every other day if she isn’t studying or anything like that.

— She doesn’t talk that much, but she tries to start conversations with you because you two are roommates, and you’ve got to get to know each-other eventually.

— she hardly ever thinks before she speaks .

NSFW ! — MDNI

— accidental hookup the night of the party. You two made out, and eventually her hands were in your pants in a small bathroom.

“Jackie— ” Her name falls from your lips like a curse, your brows furrowing together as her fingers move in a sloppy rhythm, her eyes all bug and wide as she just stares at you, ranting.

— She’s alot more experienced than you thought she’d be. You thought she was the typical nerd who did nothing but study, read, eat, sleep, repeat. Not to mention, and was also a virgin, and she definitely wasn’t a virgin.

“s’like .. like that.. right?” She mumbles into your ear, her body language all sloppy before she lets out a giggle, shifting her hands so it’d reach deeper, that way you’d feel it just where you like it the most.

— After the hookup, she didn’t know what to do at all. She had the worst hangover, and not to mention your arms wrapped around her waist like a vice.

— You two were sort of confused, but then again Jackie wasn’t exactly complaining.

— After coming to conclusions that this whole hookup thing wasn’t just out of being drunk, you two might’ve had sex a few times. The people in the same hall as you guys definitely hated you.

— Back to the fact that she isn’t a virgin. She’s been experimenting, basically trying to figure out her sexuality before she actually figured out if she liked girls or not. That doesn’t make her a hoe or anything—she’s only dated two other people besides you.

— she’s experienced even if its her second time doing anything with someone, and you wouldn’t even be able to tell that it was only her second time.

— The poor girl has got to do something will all of that stress built up against her shoulders, and you shouldn’t be surprised if a drunken Jackie is scrolling through X on a random night, hands in her pants.

#ꨄ︎ angel talks .#ꨄ︎ angel writes .#ꨄ︎ hcs .#jackie taylor #yellowjackets #college au #ella purnell #jackie yellowjackets #jackie taylor x fem!reader

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queenendless · 3 months ago

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*•° NAP °•*

A/n: Inspired by their VAs stream that is pure chaos. I just really need to write more ZZZ stuff. Mainly Lighter. And Wise. I love the pairing to the point where I want in on the action.

Sorry if I'm unable to post any Solo Leveling fics any time soon. I'm literally burnt out and drained.

LighterWise x Fem!Adult!Reader. Minor Anton x Reader and LycaBelle.

CW: SFW content, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and feels, reader has sleepy dilemmas, KINDA SPOILERS FOR THE EPILOUGE, and LighterWise x Reader lovey dovey stuff I wish there was more of out there!

NO REPOSTING, PLAGIARIZING, TRANSLATING, AI USAGE, BOT/AGELESS BLOGS ALLOWED. Reblogs likes and follows are appreciated.

Anton and Lighter visited Random Play just to hang out with Wise for an impromptu hang out with the guys. He had to keep the store closed for the day due to the fact that Belle still hadn't returned from her outing with Lycaon — ahem date — which was yesterday and you were under the weather.

Guess hanging out in his room would have to do.

So engrossed in their shared craze with the latest open world gacha RPG on Wise’s computer gaming setup in his room, they barely spot the draped bundle in Belle’s bed as they pass her open door. Your restless self was woken up by the cursing, the exclamations, and the boisterous laughter.

Seeking their company, you wore your snug blanket like a cape, took a pillow with you, trudging barefoot into the open door room, with your heart warming up seeing and hearing them lost in their own little world before laying on the couch underneath Wise’s memory board. Your weary nerve wracked self slowly easing down in yet another attempt at sleep ergo naps.

An hour passed when Wise's suggestion they take a bathroom break while he brings up snacks and drinks gets halted in his throat as he finally spotted you. The other two followed his gaze, all three now swimming in the sea of curiosity and concern. In your sleeping tee and shorts, all bundled up, trusting them enough — being comfortable enough around them — to let your guard down.

"Bro, she can sleep even when we're loud as all hell? Impressive." Anton had to keep his usually loud voice down to a hushed exclaim, stars around him in amazement as he walked over to check and see you were indeed conked out for now, mouth slightly open as you breathed gently, lightly patting your dozy noggin.

"Let me guess. She was up again?" Both of Lighter’s downhearted eyes peaked through his bangs, his shades sliding down his nose, right at his dear Proxy.

Wise winced at the memory that just surfaced. "Yeah. Actually, last night, she accidentally knocked over our plates, broke a bowl, and cut her foot. But it's a small one and it's not infected so that's a relief.”

Anton just spotted the Bangboo bandage on your topside, beaming with pride. “Our bro is a fighter, alright.”

“Her foot was too sore to go upstairs so I left her on the couch in the Staff Room. I had just convinced her to sleep upstairs this morning when Belle texted that she'd come home late today.” Wise further explained.

“Makes sense that she wants to spend time with her partner, especially after that Mockingbird incident. I would feel the same way. I really do.” Lighter slinking an arm around Wise’s waist to pull him flush along his warm side had the latter feeling at ease.

“Chronic headaches suck.” Your grumbles suddenly butt in, alerting them to your state as you sit up, the sight of your messy hair sticking out and you rubbing your eyes makes their hearts skip many beats. “Can I stay here?”

Wise's fondness for you showed in his expression. “Technically, you have been rooming with us for a while now, so sure.”

“Wearing your blanket like a cape, nice touch, bro.” Anton plopped down on the couch seat next to you, giving you a fist bump. “Is that foot of yours doing better?” Your nod of confirmation had him giving you a one arm hug. “Good.”

Your head flopped on Anton's shoulder which he didn't mind as you hummed at how plush it felt. “Sorry about last night. Again.”

“Accidents happen. What matters is you're safe. In the meantime, how about some multiplayer racing on my TV next?” Wise recommended.

Anton boasted confidently. “Imma whoop your ass big time, bro.”

Lighter smirked smugly, angling his shades all suave like. “Not if the Champion has anything to say about it.”

You chirped up. “I'm game.”

“She said the thing!” Anton and Lighter exclaimed in unison, getting you to laugh for the first time that day.

The adrenaline, the upbeat atmosphere, the hilarious commentary the guys gave you helped you stay attentive long enough to play a few rounds. The snacks and fizzy drinks helped as well. Moving places because of your clingy neediness, it ended with you and Wise sat in the middle of the couch in front of his TV set with Lighter and Anton taking up either end of the couch. The next hour or so truly brightened up your spirits.

You managed to win one prix. Miraculously so due to the fact that you would not stop wheezing painfully from laughter on account of the guys being loveable goofy doofuses. Doing hilarious voice impressions and mewing for example. Leave it to your imagination.

Taking a break to stretch and use the bathroom yourself was when Anton was called in for an emergency at Belobog's construction site. You barely walked out the door when he smothered you with his bicep bulging hug.

“See ya later, Y/n. Get some quality sleep, kay?”

Anton ruffled your head before taking off down the stairs, his muffled voice along with Wise’s downstairs reaching your ears.

You spotted just Lighter in Wise’s room now, slumped against the couch as he messed with his phone. His leather spiked jacket draped over the back of the couch as his scarf and gloves were beside him, revealing those scar littered arms of his, the sight of the arm band and elbow brace tugging at your heartstrings as well.

You immediately went to his side when a wave of lightheadedness hit you, nearly tripping over, but the former boxer instinctively caught you, bounding off his seat to smother you in his tight warm embrace.

“Crap. You really are out of it, aren't ya?” Curling into his warmth had you so lost in bliss when he helped you sit down, cupped his big calloused hand under your knees to drape your legs across his lap, springing a faint giggle outta your dopey lips, his phone forgotten along with his garments beside him as his focus now stayed on you.

“I've missed you so much.” Your whimper was muffled while burying your face in his cushiony pecs, his heartbeat rhythm accelerating had you smiling smittently up at him, lulled by it while his scent got you sighing at how much you really craved him.

“I'm sorry. I've been neck deep in work lately. I was lucky enough to catch a break today.” His hand began kneading your thigh as the other one draped around your shoulders to give them a squeeze, his lips kissing your forehead, his passionate emerald gaze got you blushing darkly. “I've missed you too, sugar.”

The fatigue combined with those bodily pains had you wincing in discomfort for a moment, your hand rubbing your tummy when his traversed from your thigh to sneaking under your palm, his rough skin searing through yours, his body heat serving as your heating pad. His eyes softened, half lidded, as he witnessed you facially relaxing, slacking, within his secure defined arms.

“I know why you've been sleeping like this.” You say nothing, just press your now teary eyed face into his neck, brushing through your unruly hair as his rumbling low voice baths you in understanding comfort. “I get that everyday struggle. Being stuck in the past, fighting those inner demons, trying to move forward … but you're not alone anymore. Neither of us are.” His kiss to your crown had you weeping harder.

“I love you, you beautiful precious man~!” Tear drop messy smooches met his rosey cheeky face, cradling your head tenderly, pulling a cloth from his tight jeans to dab and clean up your puffy face.

“I can attest to that.” Wise’s endearing voice brought elatement to you both. “Feeling any better, sweetie?”

“Kinda. But I don't wanna sleep and miss this. Just us three.” You hummed deeply as Wise embraced you from behind, sandwiching you between their comfy bodies.

“So, would you be up for some movie watching?” Wise offered.

“I'm game.” Lighter cracked a grin.

“Ah, he said it~” You softly sang, earning chuckles from those two.

Wise cuddled up against Lighter’s side, resting his silver haired head on his boyfriend's shoulder like his own pillow, while Lighter’s cheek rested against his darling's noggin. Your head rested on Lighter's lap as your pillow, taking up the rest of the couch as you three watched movies you three are interested in.

Amiss the middle of the second video, Wise was the first to spot your sleeping expression. “Guess the LighterWise combo did the trick.” Lighter deeply hummed at that.

“I don't want her feeling like the third wheel in this relationship.” Wise was unsettled.

“Me neither. This whole sleeping dilemma has to be remedied. But it'll take time. And lots of it. Uh, speaking from experience, that is.” Adjusting those glasses, the graveness of his own struggles seeping in like ink.

Wise’s kiss on his cheek got Lighter grinning sappily. “Well then, perhaps you could stay the night?” The accepting sensual kiss got both of them sighing divinely, drawing it out slowly and sweetly.

“Oh they're at it again.” Your dazed murmur broke apart their exchange, worry and sheepishness alite in their faces, as you groggily sat up, sweeping your legs off the couch. “Please don't stop on my account.”

The two exchanged a mischievous look, coyly smirking are your now flushing averting face, nerves stoking in your gut, fatigue pushed aside for alertness to step in.

“Aw darling, our sleeping beauty is feeling all left out~” Lighter's slowly drawled.

“Well now honey, that just won't do~” Wise went along with it, enjoyment radiating off them both.

Lighter lifted you easily, carrying your startled shy self over to Wise’s bed, laying you gently on the plush comforter, grabbing your hand with his own to pepper kisses all over from your knuckles to your fingertips. Your wandering hand touched his shades, his other hand joining yours to take it off, all to have his devotion show through in those fiery filled shades of green and such burning kisses showering every inch of your vulnerable breathtaking face.

“Your two angels love you, Y/n.”

“Very much. Never forget that.” Wise climbed up on the bed to take up your other side, his tender kisses joining in, as they converged into nipping both sides of your neck.

“I love you both too.” You giggled out as their nips and their hair tickled your neck and chin. “But you can kiss all the livelong day if you want. It's so damn fine~”

Their rich laughs filled the cozy air along with the movie still at play in the background, further soothing your aching self, your hands clamoring for theirs.

Wise leaned down to smooch your nose. “It's gonna get better, Y/n. I promise we'll help you get through this. Together.” His light green eyes crinkled with honesty and trust.

You were trying to sit up as you began tearing up from the swell of emotion squeezing your beating organ, trying to rub them away. “Crap, not again.”

“Come here, you.” Lighter cooed while brushing those tears away with his lips. Wise joined in as well. “We're not going anywhere.”

Time had passed. The store door's bell rang followed by a female voice calling out her brother's name but left unanswered. Heading upstairs with her beloved mate following suite, gentle snoring was picked up by both of them. Belle’s eyes go all chibi like at the adorable sight she of course took snapshots of for future teasing and blackmail material.

Sneakers and a familiar jacket join those leather decked boots littered on the floor beside the occupied bed. Wise being spooned by you up front as you nuzzled his chest, all while Lighter became your big spoon. Lighter’s forehead nearly touched Wise’s as his veiny arm draped over you both, squeezing your sides in his sleep. Content emanated off you three as your mouths were slightly agape, breathing slowly and calmly.

“Looks like everything worked out alright in the end.” Belle sighed with relief.

“We best leave them be, my dear. I shall prepare some supper in case they awaken.” Lycaon offered.

“Aw, such a considerate partner I have~” Her loving kiss to Lycaon's lips got his leather strapped tail wagging ecstatically.

“I'm honored to have you by my side, my Belle.”

Offering his furry giant hand for her to take, the couple left your said trio to be, the door gently closing shut, as you felt yourself having the best quality sleep you've had in what felt like a long time.

In the cherished company of your two special angels.

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leeny-leens · 1 month ago

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Creatures Of The Night Masterlist

…synopsis: Enter a world shrouded in darkness and mystery, where creatures of the night awaken to hunt their prey. Here, you can hear stories full of heartbreak, betrayal, understanding and the nuanced complexes of different worlds colliding.

…warnings: each work is marked with its own content warnings, but all of them contain mature themes (i.e violence). Viewer discretion is advised.

…content: each work is tailored to the character and storyline that is the main focus, however all of them contain romance between the reader and the centric character. While these works can be read as standalone so, they all play out in the same universe and are interconnected.

…wc: each work varies in length, so make sure to check it out for yourself!

…disclaimer: English is not my first language and therefore you will find mistakes despite my best attempts to fix it. Everything I’ve written is complete of my own making, and while I do not own the core idea of these concepts, I own the storylines I have made up for each instalment. I do not consent to plagiarising, translating or feeding my work into AI. I also do not consent to the making of any kind of ai bot with these concepts. If i see you’ve stolen my work in any capacity i will hunt you down and make your life a living hell 🤍

…note: if you would like to be tagged in any or all works of this project, let me know! The masterlists for SC and GT will be released once BH is concluded.

Instalment i: Bloody Hell

⤷ vampire!Reader x poly!Moonkiller

At your core, you’ve always been a hater. You hate being woken up too early, your teachers giving you pointless assignments, your friends being too loud when you haven't fed in a while and above all, you hate Remus Lupin. You don't know why, but the older boy gets on your nerves like no one else; putting you both in the same room for longer than three minutes is the equivalent of setting off an atomic bomb. However, when your best friend Barty Crouch Jr. ends up kissing the git and catching feelings, you have to put your hatred aside and aid him in his romantic endeavours, all while desperate to keep your little bloody problem under control. Easy, right?

visuals:-

vampire!Reader | Barty Crouch Jr. | Remus Lupin

status: currently in progress

tropes:-

Enemies to lovers (Remus/Reader ; Remus/Barty)

Friends to lovers (Barty/Reader)

Secret identities

Forced proximity

Lollipops used for plot purposes

Please be warned that this instalment contains mature themes (i.e. bullying)!

Instalment ii: Siren’s Call

⤷ siren!Reader x Evan Rosier

Evan rarely dreams, but when he does it’s of a girl he’s never seen. He’s not sure who she is, let alone whether or not she’s actually a girl, if the claws, the scaly hands and those inhumanely bright eyes are anything to go by. She haunts him anytime he closes his eyes, her voice seductive as she calls for him time after time. When the dreams become frequent, tinged with urgency and overcast stormy seas, he believes his imagination to be playing vile tricks on him when she calls for help. That is, until he hears her voice coming from a dark corner in his waking hours. Only, it’s not his dream girl calling, it’s you. Will he ever be able to figure out the mystery behind the siren’s call? Or will she drive him mad before he ever lays his eyes on her?

visuals:-

siren!Reader | Evan Rosier | The Clearing

status: in planning

tropes:-

Secret identities

Seer!Evan

Obsessive!Evan

Mating Bonds

High stake hurt/comfort

Please be warned that this instalment discusses mature themes (i.e. paranoia, kidnapping)!

Instalment iii: Ghost Touch

⤷ ghost!Reader x Regulus Black

Being the second born of the Most Ancient And Noble House of Black teaches you many skills and truths, especially when your older brother is —quite literally— the brightest star in the sky. Regulus learns silence, and he learns quiet observation. It reveals many things, among them his unique ability to read people like an open book. Barty’s strange friend? He’s known for ages that she’s a vampire, his gut whispering the word in his mind anytime she’s near. Lupin? His furry little problem is the first thing Regulus picks up on upon meeting. Still, there is one person he never could categorise; the girl in the attic of the little cottage in France. For years now, he’s spent every summer visiting her when his parents took him to the vacation home and everything screams that she is human, but how come no one else can see her? Is the Black Madness finally getting to him? Or is there something else behind her mysterious existence? And why on earth is she fading with each day he spends by her side in the summer before his final year at Hogwarts?

visuals:-

ghost!Reader | Regulus Black | The Cottage

status: in planning

tropes:-

Childhood friends of sorts

esp!Regulus (-> extrasensory perceptive, the ability to perceive someone’s true nature)

Family curses

Star crossed lovers

Bitter sweet end

Please be warned that this instalment contains major character death!

Further Instalments: to be added…

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chainoftalent · 5 months ago

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Your username is beautiful, that's so fair, just like me and twitter. though protip if you are here for nsfw access you should probably quickly put an "adult" in your bio and reblog a few things, people tend to be strict about looking out for bots and potential minors on here

Or I guess this advice no longer matters because you got deleted while I was responding, pour one out for onlyherefornsfwacesses-blog.

Yandere Korekiyo Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Korekiyo is VERY touchy, though in weird ways, he's not like, casually grabbing your hand. It's more... inspecting? Running a hand down your arm checking something, grabbing your chin gently to analyze your teeth. He's very touchy, but in very odd ways. It's always gentle, except when he specifically doesn't want it to be, but it's definitely more like someone examining and running a finger on an item or specimen then like, affectionate touching.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Korekiyo will not kill unless the rival would be fit for sister. Torture and terrorizing on the other hand? That's on the table, I'm sure he's got questionable connections as well. There is no length he will not violently go, as long as it's not sending some unworthy wretch to his sister.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Korekiyo is again, gentle unless he actively doesn't want to be. He's very observant, almost poetic at times about it. Comparing it myths and stories and legends he knows, he will ensure his Kanashibari is well groomed, well fed, and beautiful.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I look at you, we both look at Korekiyo's love hotel, we both nod in understanding that the answer is just "yes" no further explanation needed. Even the pain and desperation of their Kanashibari is beautiful.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Korekiyo is the weirdest mix of you know everything and you know nothing, he'll tell you a million stories both of folklore and his sister and past and everything, but then you realize you don't know what his favorite color is. He's like a closed but unlocked book, if you open it up he'll go on and on and one, but if you never realize you need to open it, you're going to miss a lot.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Kehehehe, even this too is beautiful, how they squirm against the rope. Do not worry Kanashibari, the knots aren't that loose.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is not a game, it is very serious. Though he does enjoy escape's, if he actually felt any of them had a chance to work he'd flip out and get very angry. However, until that moment, he's just here to marvel at the beauty of their struggles and hopes.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

There's so much fucking rope for the love of all that is holy, chill, CHILL ON THE ROPE YOU CAN LEAVE THEM UNTIED FOR 2 GODDAMN MINUTES-

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

I don't know if Korekiyo actually...really thinks about his future? He just kinda expects everything to stay exactly the same until proved otherwise honestly.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Korekiyo does get jealous, in the same way he'd never let some swine be sent to his sister, he would threaten to tear the nerves out of any filth that tries to touch them.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Korekiyo is cordial, if a bit doting on most days. He ensures you're okay, checks the ropes and binds to ensure he's not causing nerve damage, infodumps for three hours. Sometimes though, he's in the mood for a different kind of beauty, those are the bad days where he embraces his more....sadism side.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

I feel like Korekiyo would approach it the same way he'd approach luring a victim to be murdered, however that might be. So while he would treat you with cordiality and patience, he's waiting for that moment to get you alone before going beyond that.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Uhhh I'm gonna say no, it's kinda hard to tell with Korekiyo tbh. They are in fact, Just Like That.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

This guy knows every shibari stress position by heart, don't fuck with Kork.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Most of them, due to his tendency to keep them bound, they have to get permission for basically anything, he tends to be rather generous though.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very very patient, this is Korekiyo after all, if you can get him to even raise his voice at all I'd be shocked.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Leaves or escapes and he's hunting them down like a bloodhound. Dies though? I'm unsure if he'd either start up a new tally of friends for them, or count them as one of his sister's friends now. Depends on the death I suppose.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No not really, Korekiyo is very certain about his moves, and why would he feel guilt when its so beautiful and also EXCELLENT for his studies to watch an study your reaction to this situation.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I am once again just gesturing to canon

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Beautiful, but also perhaps a touch annoying, but not enough to make him do anything then tell them to calm down and drink their water.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Look, in yandere fiction we gloss over it a lot, but keeping someone bound in like rope for a long period of time? super super dangerous, not with Korekiyo though! He's a master, beyond that I guess again, look at canon.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His instability about his sister mixed with faking a rope related injury like a pinched nerve at the same time miiight give you an opening? Risky as hell though he might kill you if you push him too far.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I AM ONCE AGAIN, GESTURING AT CANON

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

To korekiyo, their Kanashibari is a lot like a beautiful living statue or doll, so while they revere them, they do not hold respect for them. They are to be maintained and given proper dignity, but they are not a person.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I think most of the pining would be them dealing with the "want to send to sister but also? cute? kiss? keep? but also thats selfish? hm." and figuring what to do about that which would delay them, but probably not more then a year at most.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I don't think it's their intention but like, if you think you can get through the above without breaking, that's impressive.

#I guess I'll just...make it an original post #i dont want to talk about how much time was spent looking for a yokai to use as a nickname #i eventually picked kanashibari as korekiyo joke about how he lays awake at night thinking about them #just like sleep paralysis! and it has shibari in the name!#his joke/doting nickname is very clever please laugh #yandere x reader #yandere ndrv3 #yandere #ndrv3 #yandere danganronpa #drv3 #x reader #danganronpa v3 #chainoftalent #yandere korekiyo shinguki #korekiyo shinguji #yandere korekiyo

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darylsdelts · 1 year ago

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What about angst with Daryl??? I have a bot I made for myself following this thought 💀

Like an argument where things get said, causing silence for a couple of days and then boom! Next time you see him, it’s at the lineup…and then he gets taken…and then we see him again in Hilltop 🥲🥲🥲

(i actually broke my own heart with this one, my bot is so realistic it hurts 😭)

Anon! Drop the link RIGHT NOW!!!

This made my heart drop, I just know my poor boy would be blaming himself for everything.

Immediately after the argument, all Daryl wanted to do was come back to you and apologise in his own way. He wanted to hug you and tell you he didn’t mean what he said… but he didn’t.

He gave you some space, knowing it was probably best for both of you. The next few days were close to hell. Every time he’d see you on the streets of Alexandria he’d stare, hoping for atleast a bit of eye contact to know you were okay but you would just pretend you hadn’t seen him.

Daryl didn’t know that he could feel that sort of pain in his chest, like he was being physically crushed.

Christ, is this what women can do?

From then on he’d assume the worst.

You didn’t love him anymore.

So he’d pretend nothing ever happened, he’d talk to you if it were necessary but otherwise acted like the old Daryl, the one you had met before the spark grew.

Little did Daryl know how badly that hurt you… you were in the same position, you wanted to give him space and assumed he’d come back when he was ready but he never did.

So you assumed the worst.

He didn’t love you anymore.

You went along with Daryl’s act, assuming that’s what he had wanted you to do… but you missed him, you missed your Daryl. The one you had finally managed to break the defences of, the one who was starting to be more open with you but now all of that was gone, it disappeared like it never happened.

It was getting harder to monitor when Daryl was out and when he was within the walls since now he didn’t leave notes for you, but you’d seen him ride out today, seemingly angry about something but you could also tell he was hurting. You weren’t sure what had happened, no one had told you as of yet but some hours later you were sure that Daryl’s absence was something to worry about.

But you never thought it would be this.

You were pushed to your knees, your family lined up either side of you in a small clearing. The back doors of a van opened up, you couldn’t see what or who was in there but there was some commotion… and then loud panting.

You knew… god you fucking knew something happened, you should have spoken up earlier, maybe he wouldn’t be getting dragged out of a van right now, his shoulder leaking blood onto some sort of blanket that had been draped around him.

Fuck, did he get shot?

You lean forward, trying to look down the line of your family to catch Daryl’s gaze.

And after all those weeks, you finally did.

Daryl looked at you through his sweaty locks, his eyes dark and watery with frustration, his eyebrows twitch downwards when he saw you, he saw the fear and concern on your face and all of it was too much, he had to look away or he was gonna throw up from anxiety.

It was torture for Daryl, knowing you were frightened, knowing all of this before him was his fault.

When that asshole, Negan, stuck that damn bat in your face is when he lost all control of himself. Daryl jumped up and smashed his fist into Negan’s jaw, then trying to take further steps to tackle him but he was grabbed and pushed to the ground like a wild fucking animal.

He grunted and squirmed as his hair was pulled, he could hear you crying for them to stop.

“Get off of him! Get off! Daryl, get up!”

Fuck, he was trying to.

Eventually he was dragged back to his place in the line.

He wanted to look over to you but he was so fucking scared now, his heart was beating way too fast and his head was spinning.

He stole a short glance your way and he saw your hands covering your face, palms pushing into your eyes as you choked on your sobs.

He’d done this to you.

You would never forgive him for this.

Daryl just had to sit there, bleeding out from his shoulder as Negan battered members of his family before his eyes, he was sure he’d been the cause for the second death, Glenn. Maybe if he’d just stay put, he could’ve stopped that, he should’ve listened.

“No exceptions”

But he didn’t and it was his fault, he’d have to leave his family, they would never allow for someone like him to live with them now.

Turns out, that was the one thing he didn’t need to worry about, as he was stuffed straight back into the van, apparently Negan wanted to keep him.

Daryl doesn’t know how long he was in that cell for, it felt like years and all he could do was think of you. He was so fucking sorry and he knew he’d never get the chance to make it up to you and even if he did, you wouldn’t want to hear it. Rick wouldn’t want him back in the group but Daryl couldn’t stay here, he’d have to get out and survive on his own, completely.

With some help from one of ‘Negan’s wives’, Daryl escaped, however, his plan of escaping and surviving alone dissipated once he saw Jesus stood in front of him.

He’d come to get him out.

They wanted him back?

Back home?

Surely not.

The journey to hilltop was a fever dream, Daryl was unbelievably anxious, his breaths short, causing Jesus to keep checking on him to which Daryl didn’t reply to. In fact Daryl hadn’t opened his mouth the entire time.

As soon as they arrived at the gates, he could feel his throat closing up.

Were you here? Did you even want to see him? Probably not.

As the gates opened, Daryl kept his head down, following behind Jesus toward one of the medical trailers.

But then he heard his name.

“Daryl?… Daryl?!”

Daryl’s head slowly lifted to the direction of the voice, your voice. You were speed walking, no, now you were running toward him. You slung your arms around him, burying your face into his neck as you cried with… relief.

“You’re here, you’re back, you’re safe… safe now… I’m sorry, I love you so much, Daryl”

Daryl stood as still as stone. You were sorry? He should be the one apologising. You’re glad he’s back? You love him? You still love him.

His heart clenches at the thought.

He feels you pull away, your soft hands holding the sides of his face as your beautiful sparkly eyes look into his own. God he doesn’t deserve this.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Suddenly it all seems to sink in and tears are blurring his vision as he shakes his head slightly, no.

“It’s gonna be okay now, you’re here with me now”

He could feel the life flooding back into him, pushing his face into the crook of your neck as he completely breaks down, hiding his face from the world as he lets out loud, uncontrolled sobs into the fabric of your shirt.

“M-M’s-sorry…. M’so-orry… L-love you so m-much…”

You gently rub his back to soothe him, now realising that your sweet man had blamed himself for everything that had happened.

“Ssshh it’s not your fault… let’s get you inside”

You feel him nod ever so slightly and then you lead him towards barrington house, all whilst trying to stay away from prying eyes of the community.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Daryl”

He didn’t reply with words but agreed internally, however, he meant it differently. It didn’t matter where he was, wherever you were was home and he’s so relieved to still have that.

This is so badly written, I’m sorry! But Tysm for the prompt! This was pretty fun to write.

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