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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: season 4/pre-Governor

― summary: while out on a run, you find a cowboy hat, and what was once light-hearted teasing had actually woken up something inside of you, because he just looked too damn good.

― warnings: daryl in a cowboy hat (duh), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cumming inside, oral (d. receiving), blowjobs, come eating, riding, biting (mentioned literally once), marking, established relationship, kissing, praise, dirty talk (mostly daryl's dirty mouth 'cause yes).

― wc: 1841

⋆ a/n: uhhh it's the way this almost turned into a 2k one shot of just straight up porn?? like i shit you not i one hundred percent think i lost my self-control while writing this, but oh well, i enjoyed it and i hope you guys do too! thank you all for the mass influx of support over the last few days, it never fails to blow my mind every time. i love you all!

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You swear your intentions were pure at first; it was just you trying to shoot the shit with Daryl and a cowboy hat, but you hadn't expected him to look so… natural with it on.

Walking around the shopping mall you, Glenn, Daryl, and Maggie were scouring through, you had come across a plain black cowboy hat lying on the floor alone. It appeared to be relatively spotless besides a little dirt and dust on it. You bent over and picked it up, your hand patting away the grime as you examined it. You couldn't help the shit eating grin that split on your face, your eyes flaring mischievously as you made your way back to your poor unsuspecting boyfriend who was searching through the camping department.

Sneaking up behind him, you quickly placed the hat on his head, eliciting a surprised grunt from the man in front of you.

"There," You said with your hands placed on your hips. "Now you're a real cowboy." He turned around to look at you with a glare. "Ain' no cowboy." He grumbled, and your breath caught at the sight of him. Every witty comeback you had been curating in your mind had suddenly died in your throat along with your ability to speak. "Wha'?" Daryl asked at your sudden silence. You swallowed nervously, "You look great, real sexy."

“Shuddup.” He scoffed, taking the hat off and placing it on your head so that it slightly obstructed your vision. He continued further into the department. “I’m serious!” You called out with a laugh as you chased after him.

“Wild west movies used to really get me going, you know!”

He didn’t see you shove the thing into your bag, or the fact that you were biting back a smirk the whole ride back to the prison.

You hadn’t forgotten about the way he looked in it, nor the fact that everytime you passed by your bag, the hat felt like it was going to burn a hole right through the floor. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring up its potential use in the bedroom until one fell into your lap - more like his.

You were sitting on his lap as he had his back pressed against the prison wall, his lower half resting on the two mattresses the both of you had pushed together to make a makeshift double bed. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips, your hands tightly clasping his cheeks, holding his lips onto yours as you made out fervently. Your body was slightly raised above his when you remembered the cowboy hat. You pushed a finger in between your mouths as you separated with a smirk.

“Wait.” You breathed. “You okay?” He asked in concern, searching your face and eyes for any sight of discomfort. “I got something I wanna try, if that’s fine with you.” You nodded gently. “Wha’ is it?” Your smirk formed into a wide smile at his question.

He watched you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation as you leaned over and unzipped your backpack, his palms that rested on your hips continued to keep a firm grip on you as reached for what you were looking for. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when they caught sight of the brim of that stupid cowboy hat.

“The hell?” He couldn’t help but say. It wasn’t full of disgust, but rather surprise. You laughed, “I may or may not have brought it back home with the intention of asking you to wear it while we have sex.” The sides of his lips quirk as he takes the hat from your hands. “I guess ya really were serious about wild wes’ movies gettin’ ya goin’.” But nonetheless, he puts it on, and you bite your lip.

“Like I said, you’re the sexiest cowboy I’ve ever seen.”

He tilts his head up as your lips lock in an amorous embrace, and you grind your hips down on his hard-on. He groans against your lips, gripping and pressing your body down to receive maximum pressure from your cloth covered cunt. Your kisses trailed down his neck, nibbling on his scruff and unbuttoning his sleeveless shirt to push off of his shoulders, which he helped you do. Your greedy hands trailed through the patch of hair on his chest, following the hair down to where it disappeared into his jeans. You unbutton them, moving your butt down a little bit so that you could take him out of his underwear.

He hissed in pleasure as you pressed down on his leaky tip, rubbing his precum around before you bent forward, adjusting your body so that your ass was raised and arched, licking a stripe from the vein on the underside of his cock to the tip, twirling your tongue around it.

“Shit!” He let out a raspy whimper, burying his thick fingers gently gripping onto the roots of your hair. The pressure on your scalp was welcomed as you took him further down your throat, swallowing around him and fondling his balls with your free hand. Daryl desperately tried to keep himself quiet, seeing as though the walls of the prison weren’t thick, and anyone could hear him, and that was something that he didn’t think he would be able to live down.

He could feel himself nearing his climax with every suck of your devilish mouth, and he knew that you could feel him too. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, watching his shirtless chest rise and fall heavily, he looked dark as he practically gazed into your soul, the cowboy hat adding a shadow over his features that turned you on beyond comprehension. You pressed your thighs together to desperately relieve the growing tension between your legs, and when the fat of them put pressure against your clit, you whined, the noise shooting up your boyfriend’s spine.

“Fuck, sweetheart. ‘M gunna cum.” He warned, his back arching and hips chasing your warm mouth. You only pulled off to say, “Down my throat.” Your words were heavy and breathy, but you didn’t care, taking him back into your throat and stroking what you couldn’t swallow. He gulped, allowing his head to lean back on the concrete cell wall, biting on his bottom lip so hard in an attempt to stay silent that he could’ve sworn he tasted the metallic tang of blood.

“Yeah?” He asked with a breathless groan. “‘Wan’ me to paint that pretty little mouth of yours white?” You whined at his dirty words, and he felt your noises burn through his veins like fire. He didn’t hold back from occasionally bucking his hips, his thrusts growing sloppy before he pressed your head down, shooting his load deep down your esophagus.

You swallowed his cum, which caused him to hiss due to oversensitivity. You pulled off of him, licking your lips before sticking your tongue out to show him that you hadn’t wasted a drop.

“God damn, girl.” He grunted as you crawled your way up to his lips to place a deep kiss on his lips, allowing him to taste himself. “Are ya tryin’ta kill me?” He asked when you pulled away. You giggled, dragging playful fingers up and down his chest. “Maybe?” You said, biting your bottom lip with a smile.

He just scoffed, kissing you once more as you avoided knocking your head against the rim of his hat. “Let me ride you, cowboy.” You heaved.

He nodded, allowing you to stand and take your clothes off as he rid himself of his pants and underwear.

You clambered back on top of him, allowing your soaked slit to gently caress his hard cock.

“Fuck.” He cursed, the grip on your hips turning bruising due to your teasing. You mewled at the feeling of his heated skin brushing your sensitive clit, your self control slipping as you reached down and lined his cock up to your entrance, slowly sinking down due to the lack of foreplay and prep. The initial stretch of his tip hurt, your nails digging into the skin of his tanned shoulders, a silent cry leaving your lips as your head fell back.

Daryl gave you a moment to adjust to his size, distracting you with his calloused thumb, which rubbed comforting circles onto your tiny bundle of nerves. Your muscles loosened as you moved, slightly bouncing until you found a rhythm where your ass met his thighs. He aided you in your riding, guiding your body up and down.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He grunted, rolling both of his lips between his lips as he watched where your bodies joined together, as though he was in a trance. “‘S all for you, D.” You slurred. His cock repeatedly brushed against that sensitive spot inside of your body. He was already sensitive, which made him all the more determined to help you reach your peak first.

“Put yer hands on the wall.” He rasped. You placed your arms on either side of his head, your breasts pretty much shoved in his face when his hips rose up, fucking themselves into you harshly. You yelped in surprise, pressing your palms harder against the walls as he pounded into you from below. He raised his head, his eyes searching for yours from under the hat.

His irises swam with lust and need, but also a hidden determination that only he knew about.

“‘Gunna make you cum real good, pretty girl.” He huffed a ragged breath. “Promise.”

“Please, Dar. I need it!” You cried.

He looked away from you, focusing on his thrusts which were unforgiving, bruising your cervix with every slam of his tip. Your arms grew shaky as you neared your end, almost causing you to fall forward if you hadn’t laid your head on the cool rock.

“So close,” You breathed, “‘M so close, baby, please.” You begged. “I gotcha. ‘Gunna cum with ya, sweet cheeks.” Your body flushed with relief at his words.

Your bodies worked together to help reach your climaxes, and when you did, you held back a loud moan, and Daryl hid his in between the valley of your breasts, which lightly bit into. There might be a mark there tomorrow, but who cares?

You shuddered through your world shattering orgasm and he worked you through it, lazily thrusting into you until you muttered the words, ‘no more.’

You slowly sat back down, wincing seeing as though his softening cock was still shallowly buried inside of you.

“Holy fucking shit.” You laughed deliriously. “If I knew ya would’a been all pent up like this over some hat I would’a worn it sooner. Maybe even take ya righ’ then and there in tha’ mall.”

You smirk in amusement at his daring words, “Is that so?” You asked with a mischievous smile. “Mhm.” He hummed with a grin, his hands descending to gently massage your outer thighs whilst you cupped his cheeks, both of you falling into a blissful, giggly kiss.

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babyyblues · 1 year

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Back Together

prompt 25: "How'd you survive this long on your own?"

Era: Prison (Mid-season 3) no spoilers,

Summary: When you're searching for food, you were threatened by two strangers, but who knew that these strangers would lead you to your family. || sister!reader x daryl

Word Count: 1,847

warnings: hunting, threatening, weapons (just twd things) heavy dialogue (sorryyy)

a/n: umm can you guys tell that I love the prison era?? I'll try to switch it up for my next fic, promise. anyways, enjoy some uncle!daryl, let me know if you want more! feedback is greatly appreciated.

Silence rang in your ears, you closed your eyes tightly honing in on the repeating of your brother's voice. “Focus on the target. Take your aim. Don’t be nervous, take a breath. Okay good now shoot.” A shot rang out, your vision blurring as the rumble in your stomach intensified.

“Fuck,” you growled, watching as your hunt ran away, startled by the sudden noise and movement around it. Your energy was completely diminished, and honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you ate or even had a clean drink of water. Letting your eyes drop and your head fall back, you sniffled, willing the tears to stay in, praying to a god that you didn’t even believe in that this damned world would give you some kind of break. Shaking off the failure and wiping the wetness off your cheeks, you began a new search; at this point, berries would have to do, you needed something to keep going, something for her.

The leaves rustled around you followed by a loud snap of a branch. Stopping in your tracks, your vision darted around, your grip tightening on the weapon, your knuckles turning white.

“Put the gun down, now.” A low voice growled, the hammer of a gun clicking dangerously close to your ears. The metal against your skull sent shivers down your spine as you swallowed your pride, dropping the gun to the floor.

“Now let me see your hands and turn around.” You did as told, your mind racing as your eyes shot around, trying your best to think of plan. Think of a way out.

“How many of there are you?” the man asked. You looked him up and down, studying the tattered light brown button-up and dark-colored denim that adorned his body. Looking back up at his face, his bright blue eyes pierced into yours, the dirt and stubble scattered on his chin.

“I won’t ask you again. How many of you are there?” Your jaw tensed, teeth clenching as his grip tightened around the gun.

“Don’t have nothin’ you want. Jus’ let me go.” Before he could speak again, the branches next to him moved.

“Rick wait,” a voice called, another man appearing in front of you, your daughter in their arms. Panic filled your eyes, your heartbeat increasing as he held his arms tightly around the young girl.

“Get off of her! Jus’ leave us alone!” you demanded, taking a step toward the young Asian man.

“Take one more step and I will not hesitate to pull the trigger.” Presumably, Rick threatened.

“Rick,” Glenn spat, setting your five-year-old on the ground and letting her run up to you.

“Mommy,” she whimpered, You shushed her slightly, before picking her up and holding her tightly in your arms as she tucked her head into your neck. You felt her tears wet your neck as you looked back up at the men.

“‘S just us. Now jus’ let us go, we were jus’ tryna to find somethin’ to eat.”

Rick took a breath, lowering his gun before glancing over at the other man.

“How many walkers have you killed?” he asked, placing in gun back in his holster. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked him over.

“Just answer the question,” the other man told you, before grounding down to dig through his back. You swallowed harshly, clearing your throat.

“Dozens.”

“How many people have you killed?” Your breath faltered and your chest flared with anger as a flashback ran through your brain.

“Two,” you spat out, your teeth involuntarily gritting.

“Why?”

“Tried to kill me ‘n take my daughter,” you answered quickly, shaking your head to keep the memories away, squeezing your daughter a bit tighter. Rick took another look over his shoulder before nodding towards the little one in your arms.

“Where’s her daddy?”

“Dead hopefully. Wasn’t no good in the first place.”

Rick nodded his jaw clenching and unclenching as he watched his companion hand you a slightly crunched-up granola bar. Looking at it for a second, Glenn nodded, pushing it toward you. You took it not hesitating to rip open the packaging and take a small bite to ensure its safety before whispering quietly to your daughter that you had something for her to eat. The men watched as you handed her a small piece and she gobbled it down, quickly moving on to the rest of the bar. Rick leaned over to grab your gun, turning it over to hand it back to you. Thanking him with a nod, you placed it back in your holster before gathering yourself to walk back into the unknown. Rick cleared his throat, however, before you could even take a step.

“We uh, we have a camp nearby, food, water, walls. It’s safe. Your daughter would be safe.” Rick said. You stayed silent, turning back around to look at them.

“Why should I trust ya?”

“If you didn’t, you would’ve killed us with that gun you have in your boot,” the Asian kid pointed out. Taking a deep breath and letting the silence linger, you watched as your daughter finished chewing the granola bar. “It’s all fer her now, ya know that right? Ya gotta give that kid a good life, better than what we had.” You hesitated but nodded nonetheless.

“Alright. Yeah, alright.”

“Good, just know we do expect you to earn your keep. Now come on, just about half a mile from here.” You nodded, beginning to follow them, readjusting the young one on your hip.

“Names Glenn by the way, Glenn Rhee, and that's Rick Grimes,” Glenn offered, his hand outstretched to be shaken.

“Y/n, Y/n Dixon and this is Hope,” you replied, reaching your hand out only for both of them to stop in their tracks.

“What did you say?”

“Uh, my name?”

“No, what’d you say your last name was?”

“Dixon?”

“Huh, that makes a lot of sense,” Glenn interrupted.

“What are ya on about?” you scowled taking a step back.

“Come on, Dixon, I think camp might be closer to home than you think.” Your face wrinkled in confusion, listening to the way your name rolled off his tongue with familiarity. You let them lead you, fear filling your chest as if you had fallen right into their trap. “Don’t you trust nobody, all you got is you and me and Merle when he’s around. Keep your guard up- always.” You swallowed, reaching for the gun swiftly and cocking the hammer back.

“What’s gon’ on? This some kind of trap?” you barked, waving the gun between the two as Rick raised his gun in your direction. Glenn looked at Rick, pushing his weapon down and placing his hands up.

“Woah, hey no! We swear.”

“That doesn’t mean nothin’ these days. Now ya tell me or I attract every dead one for miles around and send ‘em straight to your camp,” you threatened.

“Daryl. Daryl Dixon.” Glenn knew immediately he had struck a cord, seeing the way the anger melted from your face and your eyes began to gloss over as your muscles weakened.

“Is he- He’s-,” you stumbled.

“He’s alive. He’s with our group.” You let the tears flow, holding Hope even tighter as you holstered your gun, quickly beginning to jog in the direction they had been leading you.

“Y/n wait!” Glenn called quietly, “Rick come on.” They jogged behind you, not stopping until the large prison appeared. You slowed, waiting for the men to catch up as they whistled and the gates opened. You followed them, your head shooting around taking in your surroundings, searching. Hope wiggled in your arms, uncomfortable with the sudden movements.

“Daryl!” Rick called to the man that was hunched over his bike. You watched with teary eyes and quickened breath as he looked up at you, recognition flashing over his features. Your chest heaved, a wobbly smile spreading on your lips as your legs moved quickly toward the man, toward your brother. You didn’t stop until your chests collided, Hope whining as she was momentarily smushed between you two. Hands shaking, you let her down, returning your arms around Daryl’s torso.

“I thought I’d never see ya again,” you whispered, gripping his shirt and making sure it was real. His hand found the back of your head, supporting you as your face buried into his chest.

“I-I looked for ya, every day, and when I couldn’t find ya I-”

“Ya did what you had to do. It’s okay. Merle? Is Merle okay?” You felt him stiffen, a sharp pain aching through your heart as you held back a sob.

He reluctantly broke apart, a wet smile on his lips as he crouched down to be eye level with Hope.

“Hey sweetheart, member me?” She nodded meeking, sucking her thumb anxiously.

“Yer hair ‘s messy,” she spoke quietly, reaching her hand toward the undoubtedly longer locks. Daryl couldn’t stop the wet chuckle that escaped his lips, closely followed by the tears pricking at his eyes. He reached his arms out pinching her sides, a high pitched giggle escaping from her lips before being swopped up by the man in front of her.

“Missed ya sunshine,” he sighed, holding her close, “now let’s get you guys somethin’ to eat, yer mom looks like she’s about to fall over.”

You sat inside, taking in the cold concrete walls around you, waiting for Daryl to return with both your daughter and hopefully some form of protein.

“Here, just caught it this morning,” Daryl hummed, setting a bowl in front of you full of some kind of meat. At this point you didn’t care, pain stabbing through your body from hunger. You looked up, making sure Hope had something as well before digging in. Daryl aided Hope in using her fork, something you couldn’t recall her ever using before. A comfortable silence lulled in the air, Daryl mumbling every so often to Hope as she finished her plate.

“Daryl?” he hummed in response looking back up at you.

“You trust these people?” you asked sinceriously. He nodded, readjusting Hope as she let out a yawn.

“I do, yeah.” You nodded, shoveling the last bite in your mouth.

“Okay, I trust you.”

“You uh- you been alone this whole time?” he asked reluctantly, guilt creeping in. You answered with a nod.

“How’d you survive this long on your own?”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m a Dixon. Ain’t nothin’ different than livin’ with dad,” you scoffed, doing what you did best, hiding your fear and any sign of emotion.

“Y/n-” he sighed.

“You and M-merle went camping, and the radios started goin’ crazy. I tried to find you both, but things got- it was bad Daryl. I did what I had to do. Fer her,” you nodded towards the resting child.

“Want me to take her?”

“No- no. Jus’ a bit longer,” he swallowed. You nodded, sucking in a deep breath as tears filled your eyes yet again.

“We’re gonna be alright, ya know?” he whispered, placing his hand ontop of yours.

“Yeah- yeah we are.”

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telleroftime · 1 year

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So you know how Peach bakes cakes for Mario and Bowser one hundred percent gets jealous of it?

I'm sure we've talked about this before but that's not gonna stop me. I'm just thinking about baking him one as a gift and seeing the way he instantly lights up. Big doofy smile, visibly standing taller, eyes wide, tail wagging-

He's just so happy because he's special to you.

You find it interesting just how excited he gets and luckily Kamek is kind enough to explain. Though you may not really understand his previous infatuation with Peach you at least pick up on why this made him so happy. So now you bake him things all the time just because you've seen first hand how loved it makes your special guy feel.

And if you aren't good at baking you ask the cook's in the castle kitchens and they help you without question.

Just imagine how to you, the first time you bake him something, it wouldn't be such a big deal.

It was just a cake. It wasn't like it was exceptionally tall or decorated in golden leaves. It was just a simple cake and yet there he is, King Bowser in all his glory, falling into those subconscious quirks or his.

Wagging his tail which either brings up dirt of the ground in a little cloud of dust, or is very audible with the way his scales slide against the floor. Trying as hard as he can to control the wide grin but failing, only causing his lips to twitch higher as he flashes his teeth in the goofiest of expressions.

Oh and just imagine how carefully he'd pick up the cake. How he'd ask you a hundred times if the cake is actually for him. How he'd refuse to eat it at first and he'd simply stare at it in awe because once he does eat it it'd be like it was never there to begin with. Oh and the love he'd absolutely shower you with afterwards.

Just imagine how he'd have a lot of cakes ordered in for you. The best of the best, by the best cooks and bakers his kingdom has to offer. Whatever the price, you'd have it. Bowser would guide you to the room where there's just baked goods towered up high. He'd sit you down at the table and excitedly watch as you plate your favourites.

At that moment all he'd want is to hear you ramble about how your day went up until that point, he'd be content not eating any of the food. He'd just want to sit and watch you with his tail thumping lightly on the floor behind him with a lopsided grin on his snout.

And he'd definitely order them instead of making them himself because I think we mentioned this before how that man should not be allowed in the kitchen. Ever. If I'm not wrong it's a mutual headcanon that Bowser cannot bake.

Oh, and to those like me who cannot bake to save their life - imagine if you can't bake and you refuse to ask the castle's cooks for help.

Like, you managed to maybe bake a cake the first time around, which is how you know Bowser becomes absolutely overjoyed when he receives baked goods, but be it beginner's luck or simply an off-day, you can't recreate it. No matter how many times you try and how hard you follow the recipe's instruction, nothing seems to work.

The batter either doesn't rise or it tastes too much of baking powder. It's either burnt or still practically raw and now you're on your fourth attempt and refusing to let anyone else be in the same part of the kitchens as you because you want to spare yourself the embarrassment.

Forget cleaning as you go too. At this point the actual station would be covered in a variety of ingredients. The flour is ironically caked on all the surfaces around you. There's bits of egg white just clumping with sugar on the worktable. There's crumbs from the past attempts littered everywhere and the frustration is very much starting to boil.

But, since you've made it once, you can do it again. At least that's what you hope though it doesn't seem to be that easy. And nothing seems to be going your way.

It's supposed to be a gift for Bowser, an attempt to see that grin of his again and see how overjoyed he becomes. Like you said, the tail wagging and thumping excitedly on the ground, the extremely goofy grin of his. But now you're there with a frown etched on your face because the batter isn't baking itself.

Just imagine missing dinner over this. The cooks were too worried to try and bother you because you were so focussed. Maybe you didn't hear them the few times they tried to get your attention because the dinner was ready. Either way, Bowser definitely notes your absence at the table and he's maybe eaten around half of his meal before he decides to go an look for you.

Because let's be honest, he'd be anxious if you're not there when you are supposed to be. The way you wrote him in the latest chapter of 'A Missing Gem' was utterly perfect. And yeah, he'd go and search for you.

And it wouldn't take him long to find you either.

From the smell of burnt batter to a bunch of cooks diligently avoiding one of the kitchen's entrances, he'd check if you were there and boom, you are. You are and you are covered in baking ingredients, a painful heat on your face from annoyance that only spreads as the embarrassment hits your. Because Bowser had caught you in your struggles.

And here's the thing, I don't think he'd care much if you can't bake. You had tried and you'd definitely get the exact same reaction you'd get if you actually presented him with a cake. It's the thought that counts and you'd still cause his tail to wag and you'd still get to see that dopey smile. He'd tease you for it if only to see the way you react, but he'd be overjoyed anyways.

Because you tried to bake for him.

Oh boy, if this post is a mess it's because I didn't write it in order and didn't read through it in full. My bad. I'll fix it eventually.

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oiladgivememoney99 · 1 month

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SCP Rewrite Season 2: Blue Key

“Alpha Strike, report to Professor Otis’ office immediately, I repeat, report to Otis’ office immediately!”

The PA system interrupted the overall good day that Cory (and by extension the rest of the gang, no one really liked Otis)

“I just started eating,” Scott sighed, looking down.

“Yeah, I need to finish third lunch!” Cory pouted.

“Doesn’t matter now, let’s head off everyone,” Triana said as she left the common room, the rest of the team trailed behind her as they all made their way to Otis’ office.

“This is gonna suck…” Lara grumbled.

Alpha Strike walked into the rather bare office, grouping up directly in front of the desk where Otis was sitting behind; tapping his desk nervously and squinting at the MTF when they all entered.

“Ah, hello the six of you,” Otis breathed out. “I know we haven’t been on… the best terms recently, but I need you to put that behind you,”

“We will, sir,” Triana sighed. “Right everyone?”

The rest of Alpha Strike half-heartedly nodded, or mumbled a form of the word “yes”.

Otis nodded too. “Good, I have a personal mission for you,” Otis placed a blue key on the table.

“Is that-”

“Yes it’s SCP 860!” Otis interrupted Hooper as he began to speak. “I am asking you to explore the dimension created by the key. Take the Micro HID Gun with you,”

“Why? I thought we got everything we needed from there awhile ago,” Scott turned his head curiously.

Otis sighed roughly. “We are seeing if there is any way to stun the creature within it, no more questions. Get to it,”

Cory raised his hand. “But-”

“Get to it!”

Cory sighed, Alpha Strike left the office as quickly as they had entered.

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“Why is he so friggin’ mean…” Cory pouted, Hooper patted him on the back a little.

“Don’t feel too bad, he’s a dick to most’a us,” The Corporal reassured.

“He’s also sending us on a suicide mission,” Nikole said. “There’s that,”

Triana looked around her crew. “Yeah, this mission into 860-1 seems sketchy at best, and an assassination attempt at worse,”

“Eh, we’ll get through it,” Scott shrugged. “They actually put in the suggestions I made for the Micro HID Thingy, so it should be actually stable this time,”

“Hopefully, you’re the only guy who’s fun around here,” Nikole chuckled as she hit him on the back.

Cory pouted harder. “I’m fun!”

“Fun to laugh at, yeah,” Nikole chuckled before “Ow!”

Hooper jabbed her in the side.

“Jeez, fine I get it,”

The trip to the door that 860 opened didn’t take much longer, not factoring in the still relatively short wait to get the Micro HID into Scott’s hands.

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Every member of Alpha Strike was standing in front of the door. Lara was sitting over a laptop.

“Alright, let’s head on in, get this over with,” Triana said as she put the key in the hole, opening the door. She lead each members of her team into the door ending with her-

“Hey, Tri,”

“Yeah honey?” Triana turned around to look at Lara.

The blue haired woman’s face scrunched into one of concern. “Stay safe in there, I know someone who was apart of the initial containment for this thing and it wasn’t pretty,”

“I will, Lara,” Triana nodded. “I love you,”

“Love you too, Tri,”

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The team walked on into a large, dense forest. They found themselves in a large, dense forest with trees a hundred times taller than them. They found themselves on a dirt path stretching out in front of them.

“Alright, getting out of here shouldn’t be too hard,” Lara said. “Just move forward until you find another door,”

“Thanks Bluejay,” Triana said. “You heard her, let’s get moving, be on high alert so we don’t get jumped,”

“Yes ma’am!” Scott said as he readied the large gun in his hand.

Cory shivered and counted the twigs on the floor as the team began to move through the dark forest. The whole ordeal reminded him of the shadow guy incident, Micro HID that may or may not work this time included.

The team continued to walk through the path until they got to a fork in the roads.

Triana tapped her earpiece. “We’re at a crossroads, Bluejay, left or-”

“Right,” Lara affirmed. “This someone went right and escaped, so you probably will too,”

“Thanks,” Triana smiled. “You heard her, let’s go right,”

“Roger that!” Hooper affirmed.

“No, seriously who is Roger?”

The team quickly turned around to stare judgmentally at Cory, then turned around just as quickly to walk on the left path. The cobblestones were starting to make the anxious camera faced man’s feet hurt.

“Jeez, when’s this gonna be over? I wanna go home,” Cory mumbled.

“We all do, you just need to suck it up for now- AGH!”

Triana screeched as something pounced from the trees. A big cat made of purple wood with flesh sticking out of the cracks, and glowing yellow eyes that bored into Triana’s as it began to claw at her: chest, stomach and arms.

Triana groaned in pain as she began to kick the thing, Scott began to charge up the Micro as Nikole ran over to force the thing off.

“Dude, move I’m about to-”

“Give it a minute!” Nikole yelled as hit the Skip repeatedly on the back, it began to scream in pain too as it waved a claw at the Sergeant; Nikole managed only a scratch on her upper chest.

Triana grabbed the thing’s other arm and slammed it to the floor as she kicked herself to her feet.

“SCOTT, NOW!”

“I’m doing it!”

FWEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The creature writhed and writhed, like a cat restrained in barbed wire. Triana’s hold was firm, adrenaline was to thank for that, however.

“FUCK!” Triana shouted when the thing bit her arm, the pain forced her muscular arm off of the creature who jumped into the forest just us

BZZZZT

A patch of burnt, dead grass between the two women, and the complete lack of the creature. Leaves rustled as everyone slowly calmed down from the encounter.

“Goddammit!” Triana yelled raising her hand as- “Ow!”

Rest for awhile, LT, you look pretty fucked up,” Hooper patted Triana on the back, then quickly stopped doing that cause it made Triana wince.

“What happened? What the fuck happened, is everyone okay, hello? Hello?” Lara panicked over the radio, her voice filled with shrill anxiety.

“I-I’m… fine,” Triana winced. “We need to-”

“You literally just got attacked,” Nikole winced too as she covered the scratch on her chest. “We’ll patch this up, and we’ll keep moving, but you gotta stay behind us,”

“I-I shit…” Triana trailed off. “I guess we’ll have to rest, ack up here for a bit,”

Lara could be heard breathing in and out, desperately trying to calm herself down. “Tri, Tri are you alright?”

“I just got attacked, I-I’ll be fine, honey, just breathe,” Triana reassured, her voice shaky from the bleeding that Hooper had begun to patch up using some gauze.

“Okay, okay, that’s much better alright,” Lara let out a huge breath. “I mean, you being attacked is bad, but you’re still speaking, so it’s not too bad?”

“Skip dinked ya up bad, huh?” Hooper mumbled to himself as he wrapped up the bite mark.

“Oh jeez really? I uh… shit shit shit,” Lara mumbled.

“Hoop, quit giving Lara a heart attack,” Nikole sighed as she quickly patched up her own wound. “I’ll go get blondie to unfreeze-”

“I’m fine,” Cory mumbled. “Let’s just uh… get this done as soon as possible,”

“Agreed,” Triana grimaced as she slowly got up from the floor, Hooper quickly offered his shoulder as support.

“You really alright, Cory? You look a bit shaken up is all,” Hooper asked, concern evident in his soft tone.

“Yeah, I’m just shaken up,” Cory let out a breath. “Ready to keep going,”

“That’s good,” Scott smiled as he carried the Micro. “Anyways, for some good news this thing still has another charge, we might still be able to catch this thing,”

“Alright that’s good, we’ll need a way to lure that thing out though,” Triana said. “It’s skiddish, so we’ll fuck need a way to keep it occupied,”

“Before you ask… no, I am not being bait for-”

“I’ll do it,” Nikole interrupted Cory as she raised her hand. “It’ll wanna go after me anyway, got the feeling it’s pissy with me after we showed it its place,”

Triana let out a wheezy chuckle. “Makes sense to me, let’s get to it,”

Cory breathed a sigh of relief, he (probably) wasn’t gonna get scratched by this weird cat thingy!

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Nikole stood in the middle of a patch of the forest, everyone else was out of sight. She lightly moved the bandage around her upper chest to let the smell of blood enter the air.

“Come outta here you weird cat thing, you don’t have the balls!” Nikole mumbled after she took a swig from her flask, an extremely important part of the plan according to her.

Rrrrrrrr…

Growling, it was in the woods… lying in wait for the perfect chance to pounce.

The prey was practically presenting itself to it, it was almost too good to be true for the creature. The intruder would be annihilated and the rest would leave; all it needed to do was pounced-

BZZZZZZT

It roared in midair as it fell to the ground, electric pain throughout its whole body.

“Wooooo!” Scott cheered as he lowered the Gun. “We gottem!”

“Don’t celebrate too soon, now we gotta carry it out,” Hooper said. “Lara, tell the higher ups that we incapacitated the Skip,”

“Will do, Hoop,” Lara said. “Just get out of there ASAP, I-I’m not super comfy with Tri being in there is all,”

“I’ll live, honey,” Triana sighed. “Just a couple days in the medical wing is all,”

“Hopefully,” Lara chuckled uncomfortably.

“Woooooooooo! We’re the fucken’ winners tonight!” Nikole waved her arms as she stepped around the forest.

“Welp, everyone’s either injured or drunk, you gotta help me carry this thing, Cory,” Hooper said with his hands wrapped around the wrist of the creature.

“Do I have to?” Cory puffed his cheeks.

“Well, considerin’ that Triana’s too injured, and Nik’s too drunk… I’m kinda your boss,” Hooper chuckled. “So yeah, you have to,”

“Ugh, I should’ve stayed in accounting…” Cory pouted as he lazily stomped his way over to the incapacitated creature.

#newscapepro #newscapepro scp #scp #mc #minecraft #mcrp #nsp scp #secure contain protect #fanfic

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allsassnoclass · 11 months

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#2 from the drabble list!

alright, shaking things up! getting wild!

luztoye: "This makes it easier to identify them."

“Hey.”

Joe glances up from the crude spear he’s whittling as George flops down next to him, pack dropping to the ground with an encouraging thunk. Joe lets out a breath he’s been holding since George and Lipton set out early in the morning.

“Got anything good?” he asks, surreptitiously checking George over for injuries. His shoulders are slumped and there are dark circles under his eyes, but his skin looks smooth and unbroken, even under the few bruises and smudges of dirt adorning it.

“Maybe,” George replies, pulling the pack towards him and unzipping it. “I might be able to fix the radio now, if we’re lucky. Got some wires, tools, and a switch. Found a pair of scissors in case Doc needs them once we regroup. Grabbed a few more maps, some protein bars that seem alright, more dish soap… Not much, but it was pretty picked over and we couldn’t stay long. Lip spotted some zombies in the distance.”

Joe nods grimly, peering at the tangle of wires crawling over all of the other items in the pack.

“Nixon’ll throw you a party if you can get that radio working. You missed another briefing about connecting with that group across the ridge.”

“Yeah? He say anything useful?”

Joe shakes his head.

“Just that another colony of zombies has moved between us and more bullshit over being sure no one shoots a human when we do eventually move.”

“Remember,” George says in a pretty good impression of Nixon, “zombies are pale, undead, and trying to eat your face off. This makes it easier to identify them.”

Joe snorts, turning back to his spear. They’re running low on bullets, but Nixon is getting antsy about reconnecting with the group across the ridge. They need weapons, no matter how crude.

Joe never met the group across the ridge that everyone seems so eager to get back to. He has no clue who Richard Winters is, or Ronald Speirs, or Bill or Buck or Talbert or a million other names that have been thrown around since he fell in with George’s group a few weeks ago. He may not be missing anyone over there, but he knows the value of safety in numbers. If George hadn’t found him camped out while scouting for more supplies for that damned radio, he’d probably be dead by now. It’s difficult for a guy with one leg to outrun an entire colony of zombies even when he’s well-fed and well-rested, but Joe’s supplies were dwindling.

From the way the others talk about it, the group across the ridge is sitting pretty in a gated area that they’ve fashioned into paradise. They have a garden, chickens, a doctor’s office, and enough people making supply runs that it almost feels like before the outbreak. George says that their small group got separated on the biggest supply run they’ve ever attempted while trying to find if there are other groups of survivors in the region. It was supposed to be a three-day expedition, but they’ve been camped out in an abandoned warehouse for nearly a month.

“God, Joe, I can’t wait for you to meet the others,” George sighs wistfully. “They’re gonna love you. You and Bill are going to get on like a wildfire. Don, too. Winters is going to want to know everything you saw out there. And can you imagine sleeping in a proper bed, or at least a mat instead of the floor every night?”

Joe hums.

“I’d let you share my mattress if we don’t have enough,” George offers. “I’ve been known to hog the blankets, though.”

“I’ve been told I snore,” Joe says, refusing to imagine actually getting under the covers with George. He hasn’t gotten this far in life by indulging in useless fantasies.

“Aren’t we a match made in heaven,” George says dryly.

“Won’t happen unless you get that radio working and let Nixon compare notes with his boyfriend,” Joe reminds him, testing the point of his spear. It’s not much, but it’ll do in a pinch as long as the person doing the stabbing puts some effort into it. It probably won’t kill a zombie, but it’ll sure slow them down.

“Yeah, yeah,” George says, closing the pack and getting his feet under him. “Duty calls. No rest for the wicked, and all that.”

He gives Joe a lazy salute and hefts the pack up on his shoulder. Joe watches him walk away, eyes roaming over as much of his back and he can see with the large camo jacket covering it. George glances back and catches him at it, raising his eyebrows with a smile.

“I could always use the company, if you want to carve some sticks by the tech area instead of getting wood shavings all over where we sleep.”

Joe doesn’t consider himself good company on the best day, but he’s starting to get the idea that he’ll do whatever George suggests.

George doesn’t wait to see if Joe gets up to join him. Joe tests the point of his spear again, then sighs and grabs his crutch, hauling himself up to follow.

#my writing #luztoye #band of brothers #it has been YEARS since i posted anything for bob #but when i originally asked for these prompts i said if you didn't specify i'd do another fandom #so! luztoye zombie au i guess! why not!!!!

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Cute Roman AU thought. One of the gardeners that Peach talks to suggests planting something that she can care for, like an olive tree. Something that would grow with her as she grows more accustomed to her new life with Plum and Grey. Even better later when she can eat the fruits of her labor.

I dont knwo why Rome AU always gets SO out of hand writing wise. Im so sorry guys.

theres probably a billion spelling errors here, i scrambled to get this down, and have yet to read it back or check it over. so. good luck.

she started small, her days off were spent caring for the hot weather plants, her favorites were the lavender and herbs that left their earthy smell on her hands for hours if she's been working them. Its miles from the dirt and blood and sweat and grime of the pits, its clean and fresh and bright and she adores it, quick to volenteer to take any herbs needed to the kitchen if the task needs doing.

plum notices, of course she does, this is her newest and most damaged little repair project to date, and one shes become increasingly fond of. Peach currently lives in staff accomodation, admittedly more barracks with amenities, most staff go home after their shifts to actual homes and families, but peach is a permanent resident with her own room and key, a first sure, but perhaps she could do with something a little more...homely. So plum plans to move her to one of the guest houses, a small but homely space, no more sharing her room with others. Plum knows peach will be difficult about this, so asks her to accompany her to the guest house, one of several on her properties, to just help do it up a bit. A slight lie. It admittedly is one of the lesser used one, and a lot of furniture has been stored in there.

Its a dusty mess, some rats scamper out, the yard out back is overgrown, but its got good strong walls, roofs in perfect condition, keeps the rain out. Peach is the one to do the lions share, no way is this a Plum job, she didnt let her lift a single ipece of furniture, even though plum muddles about fussing with decorations and sweeping and such. By the end of the day the two have been cleaning and organising for hours, only really pausing to discuss what decorations to go with from the wide assortment of things stored there, peach finds it odd that Plum would make her choose, but her boss had a habit of trying to get her to show her opinions, so she tried to indulge. The space felt...cosy, little kicthen, a tall ceilinged living space, windows with lots of light pouring in. the log store was filled, cushions beaten of dust, debris swept out, and bed made, a bed with fine sheets of the softest cotton, a real luxury to someone who'd spent her life on stone floors and wooden benches. Peach found it oddly cathartic to sort the space, taking up her shield that'd been placed down to work, the space ready for future guests as she stood back taking it in.

A knock on the door pulled them both, seeing Grey stick his head in, expressing how nice it was in there now. In his hands was a plant, its roots wrapped in a sack so as to not spread dirt everywhere. He hands it to peach who says nothing, just takes it to hold, its her job after all, as he keeps snooping around with a jolly disposition. once returned he asks where she's going to plant that thing, to which Plum shoves him with her elbow to stop, and he gathers that the topic hasnt been brought up yet, immediatly shutting up. Peach just standing there, clueless, looking between them, this sappling in her arms, not daring to ask a question, it wasnt her place to do that. Plum kind of laughs, breathes, knows this will be less than painless, pulling a key from a pocket within her robes, placing it on the table.

You can see the realisation sink in, the cogs ticking as she explains that this place, his home, is now peach's, to do what she wants with, no more barracks, no more sharing space. its an outskirt space, no one ever uses it, and she believes its time this woman, who came to her so damaged and so skittish, had something she could feel truly proud of. Peach...doesnt understand. Tries to explain that she couldnt afford to buy it, is this maybe a house sitting gig until the real owners come home to it? perhaps....a joke? shes not too sure what constitutes a joke just yet, but this could be one??? they have to sit her down and clearly lay out that no ones coming for the building, theres a quarter acre around it thats hers to play with, that theres no repayment, no trick or trap, and if she leaves or moves, that it fall back to plum as her property. Until then, its in Peach's name. It's hers. No strings. Grey says the plant he brought was a house warming gift, apologising for runing the surprise with a laugh, it wasnt his intention.

Peach is left to sit in this space, still processing, the other two suggesting she move her things to here now her shift was over, they'd come back for dinner in a couple hours to celebrate the move with her.

Shes on the plush chair, sat with this plant in her lap, blinking hard as she looks around, unsure if she should move? if she can touch stuff, or like...what??? it takes a few minutes, well, half an hour, shes not sure what to do, but the plant needs water, its the one thing to spur her to move from her position, sat tightly wound, in a confused silence.

The garden was fenced off kind of, areas collapsed in on themselves, all long grass, the scattering of trees and rocky earth feeling very natrual. she stands in the kitchen doorway leading out to a cobbled area, what was once a clothesline fallen, holding that plant perhaps a little too tight without realising it, looking around with no clue at all what to do. Theres a well about five meters away from the house. Its a first step, having to rummage in the long grass to find the rope and bucket that would bring water up to her, dumping the plant in it while crouched in the sun. This had to be a joke right?

The pair return and shes sat out in the last minutes of sun on an old crate, just kind of staring off, only noticing them when they open the gate into the yard, sitting straighter, back on her best behaviour. Shes still in her work gear, her shift ended hours ago, but she sat in the armour this whole time, something Grey points out, adjusting how hes carrying a small crate of things, bottles and vegetables poking out from the top. She didnt realise, apolagising, so spaced out. Meanwhile Plums gone inside, a plate of ingrediants in hand, placing it down and noticing nothings been touched, and upon looking in the closet in the bedroom, none of peach's clothes are put in there, nothing of hers is here at all in fact. Peach is startled when her boss shouts out to her, asking why shes not got her stuff yet, unable to find an answer. What did she mean? like. her things? was she a stay in guard for this place or something?? It doesnt really click, but she can't argue as Plum grabs her hand and pulls her away from the place, Grey staying behind to start cooking up a storm. Peach is brought to the barracks, Plum nagging her to get out of her work gear, her days ended, its time to relax. But...if shes guarding the house surely shes got to be in work gear? After getting her back into normal clothes, the boss grabs an empty wooden box, going straight to the guards old room, placing it on the bed. Peach just stands there, not 100% sure why shes putting her books in there, or her little weird looking rock collection that lined the windowceil, or the spare dagger she kept under her pillow. She jumped to work when plum told her to start folding her clothes up and put them in the box too.

by the time the pair were walking back, the wreath peach made around her neck, placed there to carry it hands free by Plum, all her things in this wooden crate, wandering back in the low light of the creeping night hours, boss with a simple vase in her arms that she'd gifted her companion a while back now, stopping occasionally to pick a bit of grass or flower, adding it to the pot. each pause made peach stop, look back at her, try not to feel...nervous? her stomach turned, she didnt know that feeling, it was like nerves, but something was off about it.

The little house's chimney gently let smoke waft away, the light of candles and fireplace strangely inviting to the fighter, entering the space after her boss, seeing Grey turn to welcome them in once more, glad to see Plum pushing the big dope to the bedroom to unpack. Even while placing her clothes in the wardrobe there, a far finer piece of furniture, it wasnt sinking in, this felt like she was just some bit.

Grey and Plum watched from across the room as this huge woman, a usually daunting form sunk onto a couch, told to put her things where she wanted them, just kind of holding a bunch of rocks, glazed over, not sure what to do with them. even her posture looked timid, grey suggested she was just a little lost.

"She didnt have a room for years, then got a small space of her own and you saw how she was with it, everything taking up as little space as possible. And now she's got all this house to roam around in. Maybe she's just got too many choices to pick one?" A valid point, he'd been there where she was, he understood, though not to this degree, this was quite severe. Plum nodded, taking up a glass of wine as she approached the guard, watching her shift her posture again to seem more capable, not cowering or timid, back to guard mode. She'd break that behaviour yet, but for now, she sat, curled up close to Peach, her legs over the big womans lap, taking one of the rocks from her to look it over. She asked why it was special, tried to pry a conversation from her, pick something Peach could find words for, get the ball rolling. Slowly the woman managed to find a scentence, explaining its a rock that looks like the rocks from her home, dark, nearly a blackish purple. Plum kept choosing different rocks, each being placed on the table as peach told her of the reason she kept all of them one by one. 9 rocks, all odd, some sparkly, others a cool shape or from a place she got to visit and enjoyed. It seemed to calm her, enough to at least not sit so stiffly, though she was really taking up as little real estate on the couch as possible. It was just nice to be with Grey and Plum for her, the smell of cooking, the sound of them joking and laughing, it was nice. even if she was still a little lost.

That clueless nature didnt seem to leave Peach, not during dinner, not after while they drank and laughed, not when they all made it to the bedroom, nor when she woke up with them both there still fast asleep, creeping off in the morning to pace around the little living space. The sun poured in through a window, calling the woman outside, the kitchen door opening to reveal the start of a new day.

Her eyes caught birds on the janky fence, a couple fields over a few deer grazed, wind in the trees, and then finally, the shrub in the bucket that she'd forgotten about. Bare footed she slunk out through the long grass, into the light to pull it from the water, setting it down gently as she looked around, if she did put it in dirt, would it be nice to have it close? maybe she'd put it somewhere she can see it from a window...hypothetically speaking.

Thats where they found her, Plum woke to find the fighter gone and immediatly panicked, rushing to throw a robe on before tracing behind her clear path, the back door open, she always drifted towards the light, and sure enough there peach was, out in the garden carrying around this plant in a bucket. she'd put it down, look at it, tilt her head, then pick it up and move it, and repeat this many a time, sometimes returning to an original spot to try to decide. Grey soon found his way out, putting water on for morning tea, joining plum in the doorway watching her watch the once nervous guard plod around trying to decide just one thing.

You can only imagine peachs horror when Grey called her, realising she'd gotten caught up in such a stupid thing, putting the tree down and coming over immedaitly. He handed her a cup, herbal smells rising from it, something she sipped gingerly. They asked where she'd put it, and she waved it off, she was just being stupid, it didnt matter, it was wherever they wanted it, not her decision. a dismissive behaviour that once again needed to be confronted, Plum taking her hand and pulling her back out to the garden gently. Yet again, she had to explain this was hers now, she HAD to decide where to put it, it was no one elses choice. Peach clams up, doesnt know what to do again, giving no answer, retracting in on herself as best she could to be quiet and not say what she was thinking. A face Plum had grown use to translating, asking her to say it, just spit it out, whatever was going on in her head, Grey in the door enjoying the sun, hoping this would be easier with time, a quiet pain as he heard what came next. It hammered home an unchangable fate, one both he and Peach could not truly escape.

"I can't own this. I don't have any rights to do so, i've been property since I was a child. I can't find love, or have freedom, I can't marry, I can't own a home, I can't start a buisness, or sign contracts to even rent this place, or to try to improve what i've been handed in life, I can't make decisions or choices that matter. This is just...something that'll be taken away the second someone finds out. And then you'll be in trouble and it'd be my fault. I can't accept this, in another life maybe, and in this one i'm truly grateful for the thought, I can't even begin to express what it means that you'd go this far for someone like me." Peach pulls her hand away from plums grasp gently, feeling the pit in her stomach grow deeper, aching. "I'm just sorry, you both did so much and I cant repay the favour. Even if I can't accept this you both spent so much time and effort on it all, it was wasted and I can't fix that. Trust me I would if I could."

The options she had were limited, a constant cause of anger and frustration normally, but this time, Peach just felt sad, defeated, doing her best to not let her feelings creep in. Plum said nothing, turned and made her way along the overgrown path, out to the gate, trudging back to the house across the property, a look of fury on her face as she met another guard on duty and got escorted away, something Peach caused in her own mind. There was no way that wasnt her fault, only flinching slightly as Grey put his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that it was ok, this wasnt her fault. He knew, he'd seen Plum this mad before, she was about to do something decisive with that look on her face.

Work was difficult, Plum didnt say a word to anyone, she stayed in her study, and seemed to have several people in to see her in the morning, and just as many in the evening, her guards being posted up by the doors outside, Grey passing by on occasion to check in, to which she seemed fine. still mad. Peach didnt meet her gaze for two days, didnt want to make it worse, trying to take up jobs that kept her well out of the way. That was untill she was called by name to the office. Plum left through the big doors as she turned from a hand full of men all sat in fancy robes, smiling sweetly as she got a brief moment to face the guard who had no clue what was happening, her back to the guests, gone was her anger, this time worry set across her features. She had a moment where the doors shut and it was just her, Peach, and two guards either side of the doors stood to attention.

"You need to be on your best behaviour." Said as Plum pulled the sheathed sword from Peach's belt, taking her shield with the other hand, handing them off to a guard to hold, before fixing her hair a little, pushing strands from her face, wiping dust from her cheek, pulling the short cloak on her back over her shoulders a little to mask the sheer strength of her. The warrior had no idea what was happening, Plum gesturing for her to follow her after tepping back to look her over once more. Reentering the room the girls were met with stern looks, Peach didnt feel comfortable, her eyes set on the floor, not at all ready to meet the eyes of any of these well dressed, clearly powerful men. They wore jewels and gold, fine silks, watching as Plum took up her seat back at her desk, Peach doing what she was told, staying quiet, by her side, stood back and to attention.

They discussed, some asked questions about Peach's time with her newest employer, others wished to have an account from the old owner, sadly discovered dead not too long ago. Without a second testemony they tracked to her long, prolific stint in the arena, she was well known, many had seen her fight, some even challengeing her in the streets when she worked in her new guard role, not that she ever took the offer to battle up. Her bouts were brutal, efficient, she fought like ten men and didnt hesitate when confronted with danger. more than half the men that sat discussing her had seen first hand how vicious she was with a sword in her hand. The conversation seemed critical, negative, they didnt once ask peach anything, all questions directed to her owner, who was giving nothing but shining responses to paint a better picture.

Peach was eventually freed to resume her shift, leaving her boss in that room with the small group, all still discussing, mostly at how dangerous Peach was. She took her sword back from the guard outside, shield on her back once more, feeling safer with the items on her person, thanking them for keeping them for her before leaving.

another two days passed by, Peach didnt know what to do or where to stay, every time her shift ended Grey would find her out in fields and gardens, trying to avoid going home, and every time he'd have to drag her back to the new residence, sitting her down, getting her talking and distracted from the stress of the situation until she'd admit defeat and rest up, usually on the sofa, and not the bed. She struggled to be in that thing alone, it didnt feel like hers to use without explicite permission from her boss. a boss she'd not seen since the weird meeting she was dragged into.

Finally, on the third day, Peach was called early into the main house, up a flight of stairs into Plums office once more. She said nothing, handing a wax stamped letter to the guard, a hand gesture encouraging her to open it. Plum watched the woman do as she was told, doing her best to read what was there. Admittedly she was improving, but some of the words were new to her, the purpose of the letter escaping her, looking back to her boss a little confused, watching as the elegant lady sat, writing something on parchment, gesturing for her to sit down at the table opposite her. The guard very carefully perched on a fancy chair, feeling out of place, putting the letter on the desk, an action her boss noticed and looked up at.

"You...read it right?" Peach nodded, and then sort of glanced away a little embarrased. "I dont know what its about, my names in there, but half the words were... I dont know what they mean." The slow blink of her boss and sudden laughter was a shock, somethign Peach felt was her doing, being dumb enough to cause someone to laugh was about right, sinking in on herself a little for what was probably stupidity. Plum realised what may have just happened and opened the letter up, coming around the desk. "What words, point them out and i'll explain." Trying to backtrack and get the purpose of this visit out in an educational way at least. Her little form stood so close, arm around peach's strong shoulders, watching her peer over to the paper and muddle through it once more. Several words were simply legal jargon, no wonder peach hadnt seen them before in those corny romance novels she would read, but the one that stumped her the most was one she'd probably never even been told exists, one she'd never once have seen writted down in her life thats for sure, people would have made SURE she'd not know this one.

"manumission." Plum said it out loud, watched Peach look back at it, parrot it back to her, clueless, waiting for the definition, the purpose of that one word. "It means you're free." The guards brow furrowed, reading and rereading the scentence, piecing together wether or not that was a thing you could do. The little woman didnt take her eyes off her, smiled sweetly when she looked back up at her still confused. "I appealed for your freedom the first day you came home but you had a pretty dangerous reputation so city leaders were cautious about just letting you go. The appeal got denied on several attempts... So this time I went about it a little differently." And by differently, Plum meant bribes, blackmail and gentle threats, to which Grey had been helping with in his free time. "I'm sorry it took this long."

"What?" Was all peach got out, feeling plum slip between her and the desk, directly ahead of her, taking both her shoulders firmly to focus her attention. "You're free. I don't own you. No one owns you anymore." Her grip was grounding, Peach needed that right now. Her quiet turned to involentary tears that she didnt notice falling, not a word from her, she didnt know what to say, or do, or feel.

Maybe she'd wake up and be back in the pits, but the touches felt real, and the arms that held her were warm, and the crying stung. Plum did not let her go, not for a second, she still fought for Grey, he was yet to be freed, but this time, she got lucky, picked the right city advisors who thought all women weak, they didnt see peach as a threat, her displays in the pit flukes, clearly set up shows for the masses. They had no idea just how dangerous she truly was, but youd not think it now, not while this big usleess lump of a woman sobbed uncontrollably, even when she tried to stop, it just wouldnt quit, not then, not when plum got her to sign for the property she could now legally own, not when she was given a contract to sign legally to be an employee of plums house, a few tears landing on ink and blurring the words. She didnt stop when she went back to work, trying to reel it in around the others. amongst them from what she saw it was only her and grey who had this fate handed to them, the others were people simply hired, living their lives. no one else carried such a burden, so telling them seemed pointless. She just did her job, and tried her best to stop crying. The tears made every guard around her nervous, she was always so stoic and calm. The youngsters rallied to her as support, trying to cheer her up with jokes, unaware that she didnt need cheering up, she was happier than she'd ever been. The older staff tried to pry it out of her in more subtle ways, find out if they could help, if they had someone to beat to a pulp for hurting her, a rare offer they didnt give her much due to the fact that she would happily fight her own battles. She laughs, it throws them all off as she thanks them for their concern, that shes fine, that shes better than ever. and finally, Grey. Her captain gets wind of the state shes in, his subbordinates coming to him to express concern, to ask that he checks on her to make sure shes ok. Its not like shes not working, shes just crying the whole time, so he wanders over to her post, approaching to the sound of sniffling and sobbing, caught off guard by laughter from her, she's at her post, patrolling as expected.

She hears him approach and turns, he doesnt expect the tears, even hearing them didnt prepare him, but the smile was what threw him the most. He immediatly goes to her with arms open, and she doesnt hesitate to take him up on the welcomed hug. A first, usualy tentative or at least hesitant before taking the offer he extended. Theres no words he can find that express just how happy he is to hear that all the hard work plum had put in, all the threats and bribes made, amounted to a success.

Plum watches from a balcony, can see them at the boarders near the gates discussing, unaware that behind walls and shrubs other staff watch on, all overhearing their conversation. She sees grey exclaim, heard his shock, his joy, peach is still crying luaghing, smiling, years of grief coming out, and in no time at all, the hidden staff are on them. Several guards, a couple of the house girls, one of the gardeners, a stable boy, all on them, one big group shout, cheer, all for that big dope who refuses to see that her place in the world is forming. People around her care, they're in her corner. Plum retires as the commotion dies down, a deep sigh of relief, that finally something has come of all the hard work she's put in to fix this.

It isnt hard to guess where the boss ends up by the late hours, creeping out into the dark to finally join Peach in the house she now legally owned, happy to see her off duty guard answer her knocks at the door, a drink already in her hand, hair down, as if she'd been having her own little celebration, looking a little red in the cheek. Plum is met by a smile, no stiff posture, no immediate retraction to straighten up and look ready for work, just the door held open, no words. Boss goes in, and doesnt come back out until the late morning, revelling in her guards day off with her, not even considering leaving that bed.

Peach plants that shrub Grey got her by the little wooden gate into the property, every day brushing past it with a smile. She can see it from her home, so even when it rains and shes in, she can look to it. The mark of freedom for her is a tree, one that seems to remind her that progress is often steady and slow.

#rome au #fruit salad #im not crying youre crying #brainrot

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alien-slushie · 10 months

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I let an Incorrect Quote Generator generate some Power of Three Apprentices Quotes. Here's how it went:

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Jaypaw: Why is Cinderpaw crying?

Mousepaw: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Cinderpaw: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Jaypaw: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Cinderpaw: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Jaypaw: NO, NOT THAT!

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Jaypaw: I have a problem.

Lionpaw: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

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Jaypaw: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Hollypaw: *crouches down*

Lionpaw: *kneels down*

Berrypaw: *sits on the floor*

Jaypaw:

Jaypaw: I hate all of you.

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Jaypaw: I'm having problems with a guy...

Honeypaw: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

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Mousepaw, about Berrypaw and Hollypaw: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Hollypaw: Excuse me, Mousepaw?

Mousepaw: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Berrypaw: ...

Honeypaw: I ship it!

Poppypaw: CAN YOU NOT?

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Honeypaw: Are we really going to let Poppypaw keep Jaypaw?

Hollypaw: We kept Berrypaw.

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Hazelpaw: *falls down the stairs*

Hollypaw: Are you okay?

Jaypaw: Stop falling down the stairs!

Lionpaw: How’d the ground taste?

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Honeypaw: Two brooooos!

Berrypaw: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Honeypaw: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!

Berrypaw:

Honeypaw:

Berrypaw: *tearing up*

Honeypaw: Babe, c'mon...

Berrypaw: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.

Honeypaw: Babe...

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Honeypaw: That’s why we needed to get an expert.

Jaypaw: Oh, really? Who did you get?

Honeypaw: *stares*

Jaypaw: Oh! Right, that’s me… Yes.

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Berrypaw: Look at the buns on that guy!

Lionpaw: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

Cinderpaw: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Berrypaw: I'm not going back to jail!

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*Hollypaw, Lionpaw, and Jaypaw are playing poker. Jaypaw is winning by a long shot.*

Hollypaw: Aw, come on.

Lionpaw: It’s not fair! They don’t even know what we’re playing!

Jaypaw: Go Fish?

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Jaypaw: Lionpaw...

Lionpaw: Oh no, 'Lionpaw' in B flat.

Lionpaw: You're disappointed.

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Cinderpaw, in Lionpaw’s window: I thought I’d find you here!

Jaypaw, climbing past Cinderpaw: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

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Hollypaw: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

Mousepaw: Yeah-

Jaypaw: *kicks in the door*

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Jaypaw: I think I need a hug...

Cinderpaw: Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Jaypaw: You... you can let go now.

Cinderpaw: No, I absolutely cannot.

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Jaypaw: I'm at a loss for words!

Berrypaw: Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Jaypaw yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.

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*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Hollypaw: Aw man. *Throws it away*

Honeypaw: Five second rule!

Berrypaw: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Mousepaw: *Sobs on the floor*

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Cinderpaw: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Honeypaw: Bet you I can!

Poppypaw: *sips coffee, checks to make sure Jaypaw is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Hazelpaw: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

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Hollypaw: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Jaypaw:

Jaypaw: Why are you eating dirt?

Hollypaw: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Berrypaw: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing.

Hazelpaw: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing.

Honeypaw: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

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Jaypaw: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds.

Poppypaw: Forty five seconds?!?

Jaypaw: No! I said four TO five seconds.

Poppypaw, hugging Jaypaw: Too late.

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Lionpaw: Hold on, I can explain!

Honeypaw: Really? Can you now?

Lionpaw: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

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Mousepaw: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

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Hazelpaw: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Lionpaw: No.

Berrypaw: No.

Hazelpaw: Didn't think so.

#incorrect warrior cats quotes #jayfeather #lionblaze #hollyleaf #berrynose #poppyfrost #honeyfern #cinderheart #mousewhisker #hazeltail #power of three #warrior cats #warrior cats power of three

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Of All the People - ch. 7

yippee!! you know the drill. written by @attackradish and @ectolemonades and myself for invisobang, chapter 1 art by @/toasty-ghosti <3

whole fic summary: After a stupid dare puts Dash Baxter in the lab at Fentonworks during the middle of a ghost fight, he finds himself a little more spectral than usual. Apparently Danny Fenton’s gone through the same thing (someone has got to call OSHA on these guys eventually), and who could better help Dash than his hero? His lame, stubborn hero?

warnings: minor body horror descriptions. in other chapters, existential crises, and Spectra.

words: 1296

AO3 link

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Tucker’s house was a different kind of quiet than Fenton Works. While Fenton Works felt like a tomb— arguably was one— Tucker’s house was like… a house. And sure, the lights being on helped, but the dark rooms past the hallway didn’t seem to want to eat him.

“Alright, you guys stay put. I’m going to get the first aid kit. Sam, take lookout just in case my parents come back early.” Tucker disappeared up a staircase, and Dash felt himself pinned to one spot on the floor. What furniture was he allowed to sit on here?

Danny had no problem sinking into a faux leather couch, but it wasn’t like Dash could just sit next to him. The rest of the furniture was fabric, threatening to bloom massive Christmas-colored stains if he even thought about touching them. And that wasn’t even taking into account that he was Dash fucking Baxter in the home of his biggest target’s best friend.

“Dash, what are you doing over there? Sit on the couch so we can get you both treated at the same time.” Jazz called, snapping Dash out of his 4D social chess trance. He hurried over to the couch, and wedged himself as close to the armrest as he could manage. Jazz looked at him funny.

God… When did he get this awkward? Old Dash would have ruled this living room. Everyone else would be wondering where they were allowed to sit. He huffed, spread out a little, and remembered the guy he’d idolized since freshman year was sitting next to him.

You’re not regretting your choices right now, you’re confident and casual.

“So.” He cleared his throat. “What’s the plan for Tucker’s parents coming back early?” In control of the situation, asking pertinent questions for coordination purposes.

“Usually I just turn invisible. Just make sure to stand up, they’re pretty observant and almost called my parents once ‘cause they saw the dent I made sitting on his bed.”

“I shoulda got extra PE credits for the hoops I had to jump through to convince them not to,” said Tucker from the stairs. He set the first aid kit on the coffee table and turned to Dash.

“So, what do we have here?” he asked, and Dash offered him his arm. “Mm. That’s pretty nasty. We’ll have to wash it off in the sink so I can get a better look. The kitchen’s right over there, I’ll show you the—”

“Nah, it’s ok. I can handle it. You can help Danny while I take care of this.”

“Ok. Just offering. Yell if you need help.” Tucker turned away, and Dash retreated to the kitchen. A little time alone to get his thoughts in order before he did anything stupid.

Between the moonlight and the light from the living room, finding the sink was a breeze. He opened the faucets slowly, stopping right when the trickle became a gentle flow. He wanted to wet his arm, not powerwash it. Easy now. Stinging pinpricks lit up where his wounds didn’t appreciate the water, more of an irritation than anything. With as little pressure as he could manage, he started wiping the dirt and dried blood off with his finger. The crusty beginning of a scab was stained with ectoplasm. It looked uncannily like one of the mineral samples his Earth Science teacher had, peridotite or something. He hated how inhuman it made him look.

Get it together, Baxter. You’re supposed to be calming down. Danny didn’t seem too mad anymore, he could probably just keep doing that casual thing, and as long as he kept his head clear he could get through tonight without screwing anything else up. Alright. In the bag. Snagging a dish towel from an oven handle, he patted his hand dry, careful not to get anything but water on it. It’s just overthinking, that’s all. He walked back to the living room as Jazz silently took his place at the sink with Danny's bloody t-shirt.

Ah, and there was Danny, shirtless. Dash almost blushed seeing the slight muscle he usually hid, but his blood left his face at the sight of the bloody gouges. He looked away.

Dash nearly fell onto the couch before offering Tucker his arm for inspection again.

“Well, it could be worse. It looks like your ghost healing is already working hard right here,” Tucker pointed at one of his cuts. Dash flinched from the proximity. “I think we can get away without stitches tonight. Just a little disinfection and some bandages, and you’ll be set.” He picked up a cotton ball and wetted it from a small bottle that smelled like alcohol. Dash reluctantly let Tucker bring it up towards the cut, and he felt its cold before it touched his arm.

It stung like shit.

“Gah—! On second thought, do we really have to do this? You said I had ghost healing, won’t that take care of all— this?”

“Danny, should I let him?”

“Let me what?”

Danny huffed softly. “Make the same mistake I did that one time.”

“He decided ‘hey, why do we even bother with all this patching up stuff when it’ll be healed in the morning anyways? Just keep me from bleeding on everything and I’ll be fine,’ and I thought to myself ‘he’s right, why do we bother?’ So I just bandaged him up and sent him home. Sure enough, it was completely healed in the morning.”

“Ok, and? That sounds like the opposite of a problem.”

“That’s what he thought too,” said Sam in a foreboding voice. “He unwrapped his bandages, ran his fingers across where there should have been a scar, and felt a series of mysterious bumps.”

“It didn’t take him long to realize it was some tiny pieces of gravel that had gotten stuck after he ate shit in the parking lot.”

“Ok you’re making this up. There’s no way you didn’t notice the gravel. It’s gravel.”

Jazz, holding the soaking shirt, let out a single dark chuckle. “Have you met Danny? There’s a way.”

“I mean, I noticed most of it. There were just a couple pieces left over, not much larger than BB pellets.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Can you taste emotions yet, Dash? Do you detect even a modicum of dishonesty in this room?”

He couldn’t really do either, but something about the vibes in the room made him agree they might be telling the truth.

“…Are they still there?” He asked tentatively.

“Nah, I took ‘em out with intangibility after I showed Sam and Tucker.”

“It was so gross. He made me touch it, and…” Tucker gave an exaggerated shudder. “Not good. At all.”

“I asked Danny to keep it just because it bothered Tucker so much.”

“Which I would have, except—" he gestured to Dash, "I was worried you’d grab my arm for some bullying-related reason and ask about it, and then I’d have to make up something about getting a body mod or whatever and then there’d be rumors and Jazz would hear about it, and she didn’t know about the ghost thing yet so I couldn’t tell her the truth, and she’d get me in so much trouble with Mom and Dad.”

Dash couldn’t help but flinch when Danny mentioned the bullying so casually. Thankfully, the conversation continued and no one seemed to notice.

“I would have,” Jazz said, prompting chuckles. “Sneaking out to get body mods at 14, and the place actually letting you? What kind of place is that? You could have gotten an infection or something.”

“Speaking of, you can also get an infection if I don’t take care of this. You’re still half human, and germs love that part of you with all their tiny nonexistent hearts. Now hold still."

#danny phantom #invisobang 2022 #my writing #swagger bishie #halfa!dash #halfa dash au #dash baxter #teddy ghost #check ao3 for more tags!

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nolanhollogay · 1 year

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did you plan on ever telling me ?

chad finds out about vincetate 😳

Stab 4 was playing on Tate's laptop, lulling him to sleep. It was his comfort movie, his go to when he had a bad day. And he really needed it on a day like today.

His day had started with him peeling his dad off the bathroom floor, puke surrounding the toilet and staining his t-shirt. It took half an hour to convince him to clean himself off, that he didn't deserve to wallow in his own filth and self pity.

Then, once he'd gotten him into bed, his mom called and they ended up getting into an argument. He couldn't remember exactly what it was about. Probably her inability to be a good mom, or express basic human empathy. That was their go to, when they tried to talk about anything, really.

After that, he went to the convenience store, only for his bike to get stolen.

But that wasn't all bad. He'd managed to get it back by way of Vince seeing the guys who stole it and threatening them with his stupid switch blade.

That was a curse disguised as a blessing, however, because Vince demanded some sort of repayment for his "heroic act", meaning Tate now owed him a favor. He didn't want to owe someone like Vince anything, let alone something as open ended as a favor.

It was like the universe was testing how many small things could happen to him before he'd break.

So, Stab 4 it was.

He was buried under his comforter as he watched lightning strike Ghostface's grave. He could hear his dad snoring on the couch, almost drowning out the audio of the movie.

Ghostface's glove covered hand, holding a knife, shot up from the dirt, as someone knocked on his window.

Glancing over, he saw Chad crouched down, waiting expectantly for Tate to let him in.

Tate hopped to his feet, unlocking the window, and watched him climb through. "Why didn't you use the door?"

"Didn't want to wake up your dad. And it's more fun this way," he said with a shrug.

Tate laughed, scooting over so he could climb into the bed. "What's up? You didn't say you were coming over."

Chad scoffed. He stole Tate's bag of chips from his hand, grabbing a handful. "I need a reason to come over?"

He didn't meet Tate's eyes as he said it.

"What're you hiding?" Chad purposefully moved his eyes to the screen, watching the landline ring. "Hmm? What are you not telling me, cariño?"

Tate didn't speak Spanish often, because he never really had any reason to. He only used it on rare occasions; with Tara because they both wanted to make sure they didn't lose the ability to speak it, and when he wanted Chad to give him his way. A carefully placed turn of endearment and he melted like ice cream in the summer.

"It's not what I'm not telling you, it's what you're not telling me..." Chad said before he shoved a handful of Doritos into his mouth.

Tate laughed again. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I have to answer your riddles three?"

He rolled his eyes, and then with an aggression he never gave to Tate, he explained, "Nancy told me last night that she saw you and Vince Schneider outside of a bar. She said that he was basically eating your tongue."

Tate felt like a kid with his hand stuck in a cookie jar. "Uh–"

"Is it true?" he asked, somehow managing to look extremely upset for a guy with a mouth full of bright orange chips. When Tate didn't immediately respond, didn't immediately say no, he repeated himself. "Is it true, T?"

"I–" The words wouldn't form in Tate's mouth, caught in his throat. He nodded.

Chad's face flickered through emotions, before his expression went blank. "Did you ever plan on telling me?"

"Yeah," Tate replied, honestly. He hated keeping secrets from Chad. It felt like a crime, and he'd never gone more than a day or two before he spilled the beans on whatever he was hiding.

"Then why didn't you?"

Tate pressed his hands to his face. "I don't see why you suddenly care who I'm hooking up with."

"I don't!" Tate rolled his eyes. Chad made an annoyed noise "I don't. I just.. Why him? He's a scumbag. And a creep. And probably a criminal. He carries around a switchblade like an extra in West Side Story!"

Tate laughed and the tension faded, just a little. Tinny screams played from Tate's computer. "I don't know. I just.. I know he's not a great guy but.. He's nice to me. He makes me feel.. wanted. It's nice."

Chad scoffed. "I'm nice to you."

Tate's heart stuttered. He forced a laugh. "Yeah, but, that's different."

Chad took in a breath, eyes lit up with something, opening his mouth to speak. "I–"

Before he could speak, a knock on Tate's door stopped him. They both turned and saw his father standing there. He'd obviously just woken up, because his hair was a disaster and there were lines from the couch on his cheek. "Tater Tot, your mom's on the phone. She said you blocked her number?"

"I don't want to talk to her," Tate said, sour mood flooding his body like venom. Chad made a sad little noise, and rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades.

Tate's dad sighed. "Tate, we've talked about this. You can't just ignore her–"

Tate lied back until he was basically in Chad's lap. "I'll call her later when I want to talk to her. Chad and I are having a movie night."

His dad sent Chad an exhausted look and Chad sent him an apologetic smile in return. He left a moment later, muttering apologies to Tate's mom.

"Get off, you're crushing me," Chad teased, but made no move to push him away.

Tate sent him his best pout. "But I've had such a bad day. A day that only cuddling my bro can help!"

He crawled into Chad's lap, looping his arms around his neck. "Hold me, C! Please?" He squeezed him tight. "Por favor, mi amor?"

Chad grunted, wiggling out of his hold. "You're so fucking annoying," he said, even as he wiggled around to make Tate more comfortable.

"It's why you love me," Tate teased.

Chad's voice was soft, fond, when he said, "Yeah. I really do."

#tate riley weathers #chadtate #tate asks #asks #leaf tag 🌿

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shadowqueen402 · 1 year

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Bath Time! ( A Nightmaren Babies fic)

This has been on my mind for a while! I'd figure that I should make these fics based off of the Nightmaren Babies fic by @kayssweetdreams. Hope you like these! Anyways, here is the first one!

"Hey, guys?" Rebecca grabbed everyone's attention. "NiGHTS and Reala are missing. Again. They're not in the play pen that Balan put them in earlier." Everyone froze and stopped what they were doing.

"Uh oh, where could they have gone?" Kaylo asked.

"Odds are, they may have went to another Chapter," Aria guessed. "That was where we found them the last time." She remembered back in Iben's stage where Reala lunged onto her and got really hissy at anyone that tried to remove him off.

"D-Do we really have to find Reala, though?" Leo groaned. "He's…made it quite clear to me that he doesn't want me near you…" He shuddered at the memory of Reala treating his face like a scratching post while hissing at him like a feral cat.

"It was that bad?" Emma asked, flinching at the thought. "I should be glad that it wasn't me…"

"Well, let's brace ourselves and go find them." Rebecca motioned for everyone to follow her.

The sound of babies babbling was heard from…Jose's Chapter. The group made their way to the farm-themed stage and started to search through the corn fields. "Wait, there's Balan and Lance!" Kaylo said, pointing uphead.

"Uh, why are they both covered in dirt?" Aria asked, looking genuinely confused.

"Maybe they might also know where NiGHTS and Reala are," Emma said. "Let's ask them." The group approached the two maestro brothers…who were covered head to toe in dirt.

"Balan, Lance, have you two seen NiGHTS and Reala?" Leo asked.

"The good news is that we found them," Balan replied. "The bad news is that they dug up Jose's crops, breaking each stem." He showed them the dirt-covered Baby Nightmarens who were now playing with vegetables like they were baby toys."

"Since they chose to play in the dirt path, it is best that we give these two a bath," Lance said.

"How hard can giving these two a bath be?" Rebecca asked.

It was hard. Very hard, to say the least.

Reala, for the most part, was really chill when it came to bathtime. But that didn't mean he made it easy for others. He still had no problems making it quite clear that he only wanted Aria. Anyone that tried to help Aria was either splashed or swiped at.

NiGHTS was no exception. In fact, they were harder to bathe than Reala. Mainly because they refused to sit still. So NiGHTS ended up playfully hitting the water or creating "waves" which, in turn, would actually splash the group.

"No, NiGHTS!" Leo said. "Do not eat those bubbles!" But the baby Nightopia Protector wouldn't listen and ate some, causing them to burp it back out. They giggled in response before deciding to dive in, splashing Leo and making his clothes soaked.

"Guys, I got the towels—ACK!" Emma came into the room with some towels for the baby Nightmarens but, she slipped on the spilled soapy water that was on the floor. Fortunately, Balan caught her before she could hit the floor.

"Careful, Emma—NiGHTS has strong opinions on baths. This explains the soapy water paths." Balan set Emma down on a dry spot.

"Does…Does that explain why everyone, except Aria, is soaking wet?" Emma asked, staring at shock at Leo's wet hair and clothes.

"My dress is soaked!" Kaylo cried. "Now, I'm going to have to put on something else to wear!" She stared in horror as water dripped down her purple dress.

"And water got on my glasses…" Rebecca said, taking her glasses off and wiping them.

"NiGHTS splashed on my hoodie…" Aria said, taking it off. "We have to dry out clothes off, now."

"I'm never having kids when I grow up," Leo grumbled.

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #nights #fanfic #balan #lance #ocs #reala #leo craig #emma cole #crossover #silly

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isadewrites · 1 year

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Prologue

Crossposting on Ao3

06.10.2023

Immortal

I traveled around for years already. How long you might ask? I have no idea, I have long forgotten, how long I have lived already. It is getting quite boring after so many years of wandering the seas. The good thing is that traveling around the sea is never getting boring. Especially if you travel around in the new world. But for now I’m back in the east blue for some entertainment.

This island, where I’m stopping currently, was quite hot. Not as hot as in Alabasta, but it is very close. I’m quite regretting wearing my long trousers and top, as well as my hat. But what can I do, it was very cold on the last island. Good thing is that, my clothes are layered and I can take some clothing off and not sweat to death.

I take off my coat and blouse to not feel as hot and wrap them around my waist while walking around and searching for a place to eat in this small village.

“I probably should have docked on the other side of the island. I nearly walked across this whole speck of dirt just to find something to eat.” I sighed

“This is a waste of time.” I shake my head and lift my hat up into the air while I tie my hair up into a bun before settling my hat back down on my head again.

I sigh and continue my way towards the bar that I saw in the distant.

‘I hate the heat.’ I sigh.

Not having eaten for days now is not good but this is what I get for traveling the sea for so long and not taking enough food with me.

Before I could even enter the bar, I hear a loud rampage inside before even entering. I stood in front of the door debating if I should even enter or not but before I could turn around I side stepped before a guy was flying past me.

I winced at the sound of his crash. I turned around and looked at the crash the man, no the boy made, he was buried in some destroyed crates and…

‘Sleeping? Well I would call that a talent, I guess.’ I sweat dropped and ignored him. I opened the door having no other choice but to enter the bar, as this village has no other place where you can really eat.

As I entered the bar I saw a group of people taking up the whole space while drinking booze.

‘So loud.’ I ignored them and walked towards the back were the barkeeper was. “Hello, young lady. What can I get you?” He was quite handsome but not really my type.

“Hi, could I get a glass of lemonade and something to eat. Anything fitted for the weather would be alright.”

He nodded and said it would only take a minute.

Behind me the bar door opens and I hear footsteps approaching. I don’t need to turn around to know who was approaching but I do wonder why he was walking towards me instead of walking to his comrades.

Yes, comrades. I knew the moment I stepped in, that this group were pirates. Which one, I have no clue. I was never interested, which pirates were out on the sea after meeting the pirate king, because none of them really interested me. But let’s see what these rookies have to offer.

The chair next to me scrapes on the floor as the boy pulls out the chair and sits down. “Here you go, young lady.” He says to me before turning to the boy next to me nervously. “And how can I help you?” “Let’s see.” The boy leans back “Give me all the meat you have got.” He states with a broad smile on his face. The bar keeper sweat drops “I can see…. what i can do about that.” He says before vanishing behind the kitchen doors again.

The boy laughs and turns around to his crew mates. “Yo, captain. What are we gonna do next?” One of his crew mates asked. The ‘captain’ didn’t answer him so I turned my gaze to him and sweat dropped. He had his finger in his nose.

‘Really now…’ I shook my head lightly and looked back to the front ignoring him. I pulled out a book from my bag and opened it.

The barkeeper came back with his food and placed it in front of him and he turned to his food. I ate the sandwich the barkeeper had prepared for me while simultaneously reading my book.

‘Yum! Well, I guess you would find anything edible after not eating for a long time.’ I told myself. The barkeeper was also so kind as to pack me some food for my journey in a bag. I slowly ate my food while the boy next to me scarfed his down as if it was his last meal. ‘Would probably be his last if he continued to eat at such a pace.’ But before I could concentrate back on my food, I heard a loud crash and saw that he had fallen on his plate face first.

The bar fell silent.

I sweat dropped while the bar keeper and some other in the bar started to panic.

“What happened?! Should we call a doctor?!” A woman shouted.

The bar fell into laughter.

The boy’s crew mates started to laugh and were rolling around on the floor. And after some seconds the boy started to wake up and continued to eat his food as if he didn’t fall asleep on his food just now.

I sighed after finishing my food before leaving the bar with less berries in my pocket. I pulled my hat further down and walked back towards my ship. “I really should have docked my ship on the south side of the island and not on the north.”

I continued my way, in this scorching heat before stopping.

A bullet flies past my head, it embedded itself into the wall a few feet into the wall beside me and looked bored other my shoulder. I saw a group of people run down the street.

‘What in the bloody hell is going on?’ But I didn’t had to wait long to get my answer as I recognized the people that ran towards me. Those were the same people that were cramping in the bar. I just sighed and stepped out of their way, knowing that they are not after me. My assumption were correct when I saw the marines running after them.

“Spade pirates! We order you, by the world government, to stop!” One of the marines stated.

I just pressed myself further into the wall of the house next to me and pulled my hat further down as the marines ran past me to catch up to the pirates.

I was able to walk towards my ship after the whole ordeal and sailed to my next destination without any problem. I rested against the mast and enjoyed the quietness of the sea. But that didn’t hold long.

“Hey, aren’t you the lady who I was sitting next to in the bar?” I opened my eyes and look up to the ship that was sailing next to me. I could see the pirate flag of the spade pirates if I’m correct.

“And you are the sleep eating Joker.”

A small smirk made it up to my face as I saw him pouting as his crewmates laughed at him. My smirk vanished real quick after he joined in on the laughing. I closed my eyes again before I opened my left eye and looked at him when he asked “What’s your name, lady?”

It was the first time I really saw what he looked like. He wore an orange cowboy hat with two Medaillons on it, he was shirtless and wore shorts and boots. His left wrist is dressed with a log pose and he wore a red pearl necklace.

“Why should I give you my name, Fire Fist Ace?” I smirked and stood up to change the direction of my ship. Fire Fist was speechless and stood frozen. “Hey, that’s not fair! You know who I am but I have no idea who you are.” He shouted and crossed his arms. My ship swayed to the right before a cannon ball could hit my ship but that doesn’t mean that their ship didn’t get any damage. Ace and his crew had to hold on because of the crash. I infused my ship with a little bit of my magic and drove away.

“Hey, where do you think you are going?” The spade pirates shouted but I only waved at them with my back turned. But before I was out of reach I looked other my shoulder.

“It’s Ireth.” I shout

“Ireth.” Ace whispered.

-isadewrites

#own work #wip #one piece #portgas d ace #king of pirates #immortality #spade pirates #original character

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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I had a rocket x reader where they look after groot while he was still in his pot and then they see him take his first steps out, platonic please

This might be one of my favorite ones ever

Rocket x Gn!reader

First Steps

Word Count: 428

Warnings: literally none, just fluff

Summary: you and Rocket help Groot take his first steps

It was a calm morning, you and Rocket were on first watch as you drifted through space. You were eating breakfast, chatting and occasionally glancing at Groot who was staring out the window.

"He's grown so much just in the past few weeks," Rocket mused, shaking his head with a laugh, taking a big bite of his food.

You nodded, taking a sip of your water. "I'm waiting for the day when he walks,"

"Oh that's not gonna be for atleast a few months," Rocket shook his head, looking at you.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, old Groot didn't walk for ages," Rocket took another bite of food, nodding as he spoke. "It's gonna take this little guy-"

Before Rocket could finish his statement, Groots pot flew off the side of the table, smashing to the floor.

"Groot!" Rocket was up in an instant, crouching down beside the broken ceramic pieces and dirt. "Hey, Groot? You alright?" He asked, putting a hand behind his head to help him sit up.

You were at Rockets side, peering down at the small tree. He coughed and squirmed in the pile of dirt, obviously very uncomfortable.

"Here, come here," Rocket gently moved to pick him up. "Y/n, can you grab one of his spare pots from the cabinet?"

"Yeah," You quickly rushed over, kneeling down and looking in his cabinet. It had soil, dirt, fertilizer, plant pot holders but no actual pots. "Are you sure they're in here?" You ask, ducking your head inside.

"Y/n"

"Hold on I'm looking," You moved a bag of soil out of the way, still not finding anything.

"Y/n," Rocket said more urgently.

"It's not in here, Rocket," You sigh, still not looking behind you.

"Y/n!" He shouted. You finally ducked your head back, falling onto your behind as you glanced over your shoulder.

"What-" You gasped, hands covering your mouth.

Rocket was standing, holding Groots hand in his own. Groot was also standing on two thick legs and was waddling toward you.

"He's walking!" You laugh, causing Groot to giggle with you.

Rocket led him all the way across the room to you, letting go of his hands so he could jump up into your lap.

"Oh honey, I am so proud of you!" You felt like crying, you and Rocket had taken on parental roles for the little tree and it was finally starting to set in what that entailed.

You and Rocket shared a smile, it was going to be a rough journey, but moments like this made it worth while.

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Golden Swirls

summary: when Sakusa's sister told him how people found their soulmates, he was disgusted. or at least until he found his.

pairing: sakusa x reader

genre: fluff and angst

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i finished this a week ago but didn't like it so i completely redid it. i also tried to write in 3rd pov which i don't think i'll do again, i'll probably just stick to 2nd pov but i wanted to try something new! anyway i hope you enjoy!

Sakusa Kiyoomi didn’t consider himself a germaphobe. Even though his cousin, Komori Motoya, liked to say he was, he still wouldn’t consider himself one. Although he said it in a joking manner it still made him think, do other people see him like that? He didn’t mind sitting or laying on the floor to do his stretches before practice, and dirt outside didn’t bother him much either. It was just other people and their germs that he didn’t care for. He doesn’t know where people have been or who could potentially be in the beginning stages of a cold and not know it. He was cautious around people, and bigger crowds made him nervous.

So when Sakusa learned about soulmates and how people found theirs at the age of 8 he was a little grossed out. What he remembers from the story his older sister told him was that everyone in the world has a soulmate, and the way you find yours was that when you made contact with your soulmate, the area you touched each other would light up in a sort of golden color. She told stories about how people would go around and try to touch everyone they thought could be their soulmate.

That’s what Sakusa thought was gross, trying to touch every single person on the off chance that they're your soulmate. Maybe it’s because he was always sick as a kid and that’s why he didn’t like the idea of other people’s germs. So as he grew up and saw people leaving gentle touches on the arms of everyone they met he couldn’t help but curl his lip in disgust. It wasn’t like Sakusa never wanted to find his soulmate, but he didn’t like the idea of people invading his personal space to find out.

High School for Sakusa was difficult, even though Motoya constantly told him he was a bit brash and abrasive that didn’t stop people from wanting to see if they were his soulmate. He managed to dodge nearly everyone who tried but occasionally there’d be a few who snuck in there with disappointed stares as their touch didn’t cause the warm golden glow signalling that they were soulmates.

Now Sakusa was a professional volleyball player for the MSBY Black Jackals and dodging the fleeting touches of fans only seemed to get harder the longer he was in the spotlight. He watched from a distance as his teammates shook hands and hugged every fan that approached them, watched as the shoulders of fans slumped at the lack of gold in their touch. Watched as fans jealously stared when his captain Meian Shugo found his soulmate in the crowded court after a game.

He had just left the locker rooms and glanced in the gym to see another crowd of fans desperately trying to see if they were one of the team member’s soulmates, another crowd of fans disappointed when the outcome they were hoping for didn’t happen. “You’re not soulmate searching in the crowd of fans?” He glanced over, startled at the sudden voice next to him. He wasn’t used to the new presence quite yet.

L/n Y/n was the new manager of the Black Jackals, having started less than a month ago. They had already begun to learn everyone’s mannerisms and habits, knowing that Sakusa was one to avoid the crowds and interviews after games, opting to keep to himself. They knew that everyone else on the team had no issues meeting the fans and finding out if their soulmates were in the crowd much like Meian’s was.

Sakusa didn’t know a lot about Y/n, but they knew quite a bit about him just from observing their practices and games. Sakusa wasn’t sure if their views on soulmates matched his, if they also thought that the act of having to touch every person in hopes of finding “the one” was odd and not appealing. He wasn’t sure if they had simply just found their soulmate already and didn’t need to bother with everyone else. What he did know was that they kept their distance at practices.

Y/n always greeted everyone from a distance when they entered the gym for practices or before their games had started. When they brought their water bottles they set them on the bench rather than handing them to everyone on the team. When the team was gathering to talk about play strategies they would be sat at the bench, close enough to listen, always jotting things down on their clipboard. To Sakusa Kiyoomi, L/n Y/n was an enigma.

They were someone who kept to themselves, never getting too close to anyone else. On the occasion that they went out for dinner after games that the team had won and felt proud of, they always sat at the end of the table, never saying many words. They were quiet and soft spoken when they did speak. Giving gentle reminders or suggestions to the team. Even though they were quiet and kept to themself they still managed to become friends with almost everyone on the team.

They exchanged excited words with Bokuto as they exchanged stories from when they were in their high school years. They gave friendly but stern scoldings to Atsumu as he did something he knew he shouldn’t have, like swinging from the bars in the gym just because Hinata made a bet that he couldn’t. They gave silent smiles as they listened to Hinata enthusiastically shout sound effects as he described his favorite volleyball plays. They gave Sakusa words of encouragement while still keeping their distance because they knew that people he didn’t really know made him uncomfortable. But Sakusa didn’t know much about Y/n.

So as he looked down at them sitting on the floor across from the back entrance to the gym, waiting for him to answer their question, he wasn’t sure how to approach the conversation. “Or have you already found your soulmate?” They asked after Sakusa still hadn’t responded to their first question. “Uh no I haven’t found mine, have you?” He finally responded as he lowered himself to the ground, still a good distance away from them. They shook their head as they kept their eyes closed and their head leaning against the cold tile wall of the hallway. “Why are you sitting on the floor?” Sakusa asked after a few seconds of silence from both parties.

“I have a headache but Bokuto is my ride home, so I have to wait for him to finish greeting every fan and then he showers. So I’d say I still have a good hour to wait.” They replied, opening their eyes and tilting their head to look at Sakusa, “Why are you sitting on the floor?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, he didn’t have a reason for why he sat on the floor, he just sat there because they were also sitting on the floor.

“I can give you a ride home if you want Y/n.” He offered, changing the topic at hand. He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to offer them a ride home, he just felt like it was right. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I’m perfectly content sitting here and waiting for Bokuto.” They said, closing their eyes again and turning their head towards the ceiling. “You have a headache Y/n, let me give you a ride home so you aren’t sitting here for an hour.” Sakusa said as he got up and looked at them expectantly. As they opened their eyes they sighed and got up, “Let me text Bokuto to let him know that I don’t need a ride and then we can leave.” They reluctantly agreed as they pulled out their phone to send Bokuto a text. He wouldn’t get it until he got to the locker room but at least then he would know. “Okay let’s go.” Y/n said as they started walking towards the exit with Sakusa still standing in the hallway, only beginning to follow them after they were halfway towards the exit.

As they drove home Sakusa learned a little bit more about Y/n. He learned that they had met Bokuto through Akaashi who was a distant cousin of theirs, so they were closer to Bokuto out of everyone on the team. He also learned that they lived in the same apartment building as Bokuto so they carpooled every morning, which is why they always showed up at the same time. He didn’t learn much about before they joined the team as the manager any time he asked they waved it off or changed the subject.

As Sakusa entered his home, a familiar ringtone started to chime from his coat pocket. Taking his phone out of his pocket he pressed the answer button seeing it was Motoya calling. “Hey Motoya, what’s up?” He held the phone between his shoulder and ear as he slipped off his shoes before correcting his grip on the small device. “Was just calling to let you know we have a game against each other coming up next month. Did you just get home from your game? I thought I heard the door close.”

“Yeah I got home late because I drove the new manager home. They were waiting for Bokuto, but they had a headache and he was going to be a while.” Sakusa explained as he walked over to his kitchen to find something to eat. “Oh you guys got a new manager? Who is it?” Motoya asked curiously. “Their name is L/n Y/n. They just started a few weeks ago, so I don’t really know much about them.” He said as he got out ingredients from the fridge and went to wash his hands.

“You mean L/n Y/n from Itachiyama?” As Motoya asked what he thought was an innocent question, Sakusa felt himself freeze, “Who was that again?” He asked hesitantly. “You don’t remember Y/n? You hated them, or at least it sure seemed like you did.I mean you were cold and distant to everyone but it seemed like it was worse with them.” As Motoya continued to explain to Sakusa who Y/n was he suddenly felt very terrible. From what he remembers Y/n wasn’t always shy and soft spoken. They used to be bubbly and friendly, always trying to include everyone, including him.

It wasn’t that he was mean to them by any means. He didn’t go out of his way to bully them, but one day he had enough of their bubbly and outgoing personality and just snapped. He wasn’t having the best day and hearing them just kind of set him off, and now he felt terrible, because Sakusa knew that sometimes all it took was one person to yell at someone who was outgoing and suddenly they weren’t as outgoing anymore as before. He doesn’t quite remember what he said but he remembers that after he yelled at Y/n, they were more quiet.

“Motoya, I didn’t even recognize them. They’re so different from when we were in high school, they’re so quiet now.” Sakusa said as he leaned on the counter with his head resting in the hand that wasn’t holding the phone. “Yeah they started being quiet after you yelled at them. Didn’t talk as much.” Motoya’s voice got softer the more he talked about it. “I don’t even remember what I said, Motoya.” Sakusa sighed. “Well first of all you told them that no one cared what they had to say, and then you said something along the lines of how you feel bad for whoever their soulmate is if they're going to be that loud all the time. It was pretty bad, Kiyoomi.” Motoya changed the subject and they talked about something else for a bit before Sakusa had to eat something and then shower if he wanted to go to bed at a decent time.

It was the next morning and Sakusa was heading over to Y/n’s house to try and apologize. He wouldn’t see them today since they usually have the day after a game off so that the team can rest. He was suddenly very nervous as he knocked on the door to their apartment. “Bokuto, you have to learn how to cook something at some point, I can’t feed you all the time!” He heard their voice get closer to the door as they walked towards it, and soon the door was pulled open, “Oh you’re not Bokuto. Sorry, he usually comes over around this time every day on our days off. Uh come in?”

As they moved out of the way and opened the door more Sakusa noticed that they wore an Itachiyama sweater and suddenly felt stupid that he didn’t realize sooner. As he stepped in and slipped off his shoes he took note that the apartment was pretty clean other than a few things here and there. “Sorry it’s a mess, I was going to clean today and then well you showed up.” Y/n said as they went through and picked up a few things, “Are you hungry? It’s about noon, have you eaten? I was in the middle of making lunch, but I made enough for like four people because I don’t understand that I can cut the recipe down.” He watched as they rambled and walked around the kitchen to finish cooking the lunch they had started before he arrived.

“Yeah I’ll eat if you don’t mind. I didn’t eat anything before I came over.” He said sitting down on one of the stools by the counter. Even as he was around them for just a few minutes he couldn’t comprehend why he would yell at them like he did. Their presence was so warm and inviting, they were so caring and observant of everyone around them. Now he felt like even more of an ass before he came over to their apartment.

“Not that I don’t want to hang out with you or anything, but why exactly did you come over to my apartment today?” They asked setting down two plates of food on the counter and taking a seat across from Sakusa. Sakusa moved the food around his plate for a bit while he nervously thought about how to start the conversation. “I’m sorry.” He said and looked up, “About what happened when we were at Itachiyama.” Y/n paused, their food halfway to their mouth, and set down their utensils. “Oh, so you do remember that.” They said fidgeting with their hands, “I had honestly thought you forgot. It’s okay though Sakusa, it’s been what? Five years since that’s happened? I’ve moved past it, we’re different people than we were back then. I kinda get it though, I was a little much huh?” They asked, beginning to eat again.

“It wasn’t okay though, I shouldn’t have talked to you like that just because I was having a bad day Y/n. People care about you and what you have to say, and I guarantee your soulmate will love how bubbly and excited you always are.” Sakusa apologized again, he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to apologize enough to them. “Honestly Sakusa it’s fine, I’ve gotten over it, besides I might never find my soulmate anyway.” Y/n said as they finished their food and put their plate in the sink. “I know you got more quiet because of what I said. You’re not as outgoing or bubbly anymore, you’re more shy and reserved than before and I feel awful for that. I didn’t realize that what I said could have that big of an impact on you-”

“Well it did.” Y/n interrupted him, “It impacted me so much Sakusa. I was just trying to include you so you didn’t feel left out during group projects or activities. I was just trying to be nice to you Sakusa, you know it’s really stupid I even had a little crush on you. I know that’s dumb because the chances of us being soulmates is basically zero, but you were nice to me. You talked to me, helped me on the homework, and somewhere along the way I developed a crush. Then you yelled at me.” Y/n took a deep breath and laughed pathetically, “You yelled at me, which is really stupid, because people told me all the time that I was “too much” and needed to calm down. But it was different coming from you, coming from someone who I had thought had become a friend of mine.”

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” Sakusa said as he made his way toward them. “I know you didn’t, Sakusa. I told you I’m over it. I guess I just wanted to yell back at you for it, even if it is five years later. Honestly I forgave you two years after it happened. I’m still bubbly and outgoing, it’s just that I wasn’t sure if you would’ve hated that at practice so I toned it down. Ask Bokuto, he’ll tell you.” Sakusa had felt a little better after hearing that from Y/n. He wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself if they had never gone back to their excitable personality.

“Here let me help with the dishes.” Sakusa said as he reached for the plate in their hand. They were about to protest when they felt a warm go on the tip of their index finger where his hand brushed theirs. Sakusa watched in awe as golden swirls danced around both of your finger tips, somehow in sync like a dance that wasn’t quite complete without its partner to help hold the rhythm of the number. The warmth of his hand was nothing like his sister had described to him. It felt like the first rays of sun in the morning on a warm autumn day with more of a comforting warmth than a hot one.

Neither of the two said anything as they watched the golden swirls fade away, but still felt the warmth of them underneath the skin still. “I know I said I had a crush on you earlier and I should be ecstatic that this is happening but a part of me can’t help but find this really ironic.” Y/n said laughing, still staring at their hands. “What do you mean?” Sakusa asked with a confused stare as he looked at Y/n. “You don’t think this is ironic? You literally told me my soulmate would find me annoying and now you’re my soulmate. It’s kind of funny.” Y/n explained, finally looking up at Sakusa.

Sakusa thought for a minute with furrowed eyebrows before realizing what they meant. “Would you be quiet about that?” He asked now laughing at the situation as well, “We just found out we’re soulmates and you’re making jokes? I’m glad you’re back to your old self but come on Y/n.” He gave a gentle shove to their shoulder as they laughed more at the situation and Y/n continued to make jokes and lightly shoved him back.

Outside the apartment Bokuto lowered his ready to knock fist with a smile, deciding to come back at a later time as he heard laughing coming from the inside of the usually quiet apartment.

#sakusa x you #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa oneshot #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x reader #sakusa imagine #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #sakusa fic #sakusa imagines #haikyuu au #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #soulmate au

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