#and also go for a walk maybe. touch some grass and look at some trees

[just-slightly-chaotic]

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[dixons-sunshine]

Hazelnut | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl didn’t know exactly what he expected when his group settled into Alexandria—maybe some snobby, incompetent inhabitants who couldn’t stand their ground if something were to happen or people who would turn on him and his group at any given moment, but definitely not a little girl who basically attached herself to his hip. And he definitely didn’t expect to find himself drawn to the mother of that little girl.

Genre: Fluff, angst but not a lot.

Era: Alexandria, pre Saviour war. (Timeline is kinda wonky. Saviours kinda don’t exist in this? I don’t really know.)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, child abandonment, mental abuse, mentions of drugs and alcohol, single parenthood, sexual content but not smut.

Word count: 8.1k.

A/n: This was such a cute idea that @louifaith had! I tried my best, but it honestly sucks. I’m not really happy with how this turned out, but I hope you like it! Also, definitely go check out @celtic-crossbow’s version! Pure perfection, honestly.

“You have to lighten up, Daryl. How do you expect to make any friends with that ‘leave me alone’ attitude of yours?”

Daryl grumbled to himself as he continued tinkering with his crossbow. The hot late afternoon sun was relentlessly beating down on the community as its inhabitants continued about their tasks. Daryl had silently been observing everyone from the porch steps he was sitting on, enjoying the moment of solitude he had, but Carol had other ideas.

“Daryl,” Carol started, crossing her arms as she descended down the steps. She turned around to face Daryl, her voice stern. “It would do you good to socialize a bit.”

“I talked to Tobin when we finished up with the construction of the new walls yesterday,” Daryl replied nonchalantly, keeping his eyes focused on his crossbow instead of the stern woman in front of him.

“That doesn’t count. That’s work talk. I'm talking about actual socialising. Like, striking up a conversation with someone that isn’t in our group or someone you have to talk to for work.”

“I dun’ need to. Y’all are the only company I need. Ain’t gon’ waste my time tryna make buddies with people who dun’ even like me,” Daryl responded with a sense of finality, gripping his crossbow and getting up. “Now get off my back, woman.”

“Where are you going?” Carol called after him, watching the archer walk away from the house.

“Somewhere,” he replied shortly, ending the conversation effectively.

Slightly irritated, Daryl walked with no particular destination in mind. He passed by some people who sent him friendly greetings and small waves, which he returned half-heartedly. After a while of mindlessly walking about, Daryl stopped in front of a makeshift park of sorts. It was a small area surrounded by grass and had a big tree towards the edge. He moved to sit on the grass underneath the shade of the tree. The few kids in the community loved to play in this area, but it was deserted for now; the perfect place for the archer to relax for a while.

Daryl went about sharpening his knife for a while. The mediocre task kept his mind busy, busy enough to ignore the parents and kids who arrived, busy enough to ignore the wary stares the parents threw his way. Daryl simply shook his head—even after two months, there were still people who were wary of him and the rest of his group. Even after everything they did and sacrificed to ensure the community's safety.

“Mistah lonely?”

Startled, Daryl’s head shot up and his eyes locked with those of a little girl who looked no older than three years old. The girl looked at him with curiosity written all over her young face, eyeing the knife in the archer’s hands with wonder. She tentatively reached forward to touch the knife, her fingertips close to making contact with the cold metal of the dangerous weapon.

Daryl jerked the knife away and out of reach of the young girl. “Dun’ touch that,” he barked coldly, standing up to keep the knife out of the young girl’s reach.

“Sharp mife?” the girl questioned, moving closer towards the archer. She reached up to grab his arm, trying to reach the knife.

Daryl frowned at the girl. He gently pried his arm away from the girl’s grasp and took a step back, unnerved by the soft touch of the child’s hands. That didn't seem to deter the girl, however.

“Mistah use sharp mife?”

“Scram, kid. Go back to yer mama.”

“Mama?” the girl asked, her eyes lighting up at the mere mention of her mother. “Mama! Get Mama!”

“What? No, that ain’t—” Daryl started, but was abruptly cut off when the girl took off and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, wobbling more like a penguin than anything else. Daryl raised his eyebrows as he watched the girl’s retreating figure, confused by the interaction he just had.

Well, he thought, at least that’s the end of that. However, as Daryl gathered his crossbow and sheathed his knife, he inwardly groaned at the sound of the little girl’s voice calling out to him.

“Mistah! Mama here!”

Daryl turned and looked at two approaching figures. The young girl was holding a woman’s hand, leading the woman over to him. The woman was laughing lightly, allowing herself to be pulled by the little girl.

“Come, Mama!” the little girl giggled, excitedly tugging your hand harder.

“Okay, okay! No need to rip my hand off,” you laughed, soon coming to a stop in front of Daryl.

Daryl looked at you with a frown, scowling slightly. His eyes darted between the excited little girl and you, slightly taken aback by the friendliness you radiated. Despite everything he had done for the community up until that point, only a few select Alexandrians—mainly Aaron and Eric—didn’t show him any contempt or wariness. Yet there you were, smiling up at him and looking as pretty as a picture.

“Mama,” the little girl excitedly told him, pointing up to you. She smiled at you, dimples forming on her chubby cheeks.

Well, the kid certainly knew how to follow orders. He had told her to go get her mama, and there you were.

“I'm Y/N. You must be Daryl?” You introduced yourself, extending your hand for a handshake.

Daryl looked at your hand, not moving to take it. However, just as you were about to lower your hand awkwardly at his dismissal, the little girl stepped forward.

“Like this, mistah,” she instructed, taking the archer’s hand and putting it in yours.

Daryl flinched at the contact and quickly withdrew his hand, looking at the little girl with a small frown. He looked back at you, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

This was the worst random social situation he’d ever been in.

“Sorry,” you apologized, giving him a sheepish smile before turning back to your daughter. “Hazel, we don’t touch people unless they say we can, alright?”

“Sorry, Mama,” Hazel apologized half-heartedly, not fully understanding what you were saying. She turned back to look at Daryl. “Sorry, Dar.”

“Daryl,” the archer corrected her with a gruff tone of voice, talking for the first time since you had approached him.

Hazel looked up at him in confusion. “Dar,” she repeated herself, a look of concentration on her face.

“No, ‘s—nevermind. Forget it,” Daryl grumbled, shifting his weight from his one leg to the other. He looked back to you again and noticed how awkward you looked, your lips pursed as you avoided his eyes.

“Sorry. She has trouble with pronouncing some words and names. I’m working on helping her with that,” you explained, your body language exuding a challenging aura, as if daring him to insult your daughter for something as miniscule as not being able to pronounce a name.

Daryl noticed the defensive tone in your voice and noticed your defensive stature, making him raise his eyebrows questioningly, yet he refrained from questioning why. “S’alrigh’,” he mumbled, awkwardly fiddling with his crossbow that was slung over his shoulder.

“Okay,” you said, gathering Hazel up into your arms. “Well, it was nice meeting you, but I have to get going. I have to get this gremlin ready for dinner. Sorry for bothering you.”

With that, you turned around and retreated back towards the houses, Hazel happily babbling in your arms. Daryl watched your retreating figure with a sense of uneasiness. In that short interaction, he found himself unexplainably drawn to you. He didn't know you, but some part of him wanted to get to know you.

However, as quickly as that thought entered his mind, he just as quickly disregarded it. He didn’t need to get attached to any more people, especially people who couldn’t protect themselves in this harsh world they were forced to live in. In the end, everyone he cared about died or left, so it was better to spare himself the inevitable pain and keep you and your daughter at an arm’s length.

Something told him that it would be easier said than done, however.

The next morning, Daryl found himself working alongside Aaron. The two of them were busy carrying large pieces of metal to the wall they were busy fortifying, Aaron making casual small talk while Daryl simply hummed in acknowledgement. Once the last piece of metal was added to the already existing pile, the two men wiped the sweat from their foreheads and took a drink of water, before walking over to Aaron’s house. Aaron took a seat on the porch steps while Daryl remained standing on the grass.

“So yeah, that’s how I met Eric,” Aaron told him, concluding his long and winded tale.

“Story straight out a damn romance novel,” Daryl replied sarcastically, eliciting a laugh from Aaron.

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of it all you want. Everyone always does.”

“Nah, s’a good story. Pretty cliche with the whole spillin’ yer coffee on his shirt bit, but s’still a good story,” Daryl reassured him. “Now c’mon, didn’t ya say somethin’ ‘bout havin’ a part for my bike?”

“Dar!”

As if materializing out of thin air, Hazel excitedly bounded down the porch steps of Aaron’s home and threw herself against Daryl, clinging to his leg in a hug. Caught off guard, Daryl stumbled a bit but quickly regained his footing, his eyes darting down to look at Hazel. His eyebrows raised in surprise before he gently pried the girl from his legs, not used to any kid other than his little Asskicker clinging to him like that.

“Kid, what are ya doin’?” he questioned, taking a step back from her, but it was to no avail. Hazel simply smiled up at him before throwing herself at him again, clinging to his leg like a koala bear.

Aaron chuckled. “I see you’ve met Hazel. She’s quite the character, huh?”

“What’s she even doin’ here?”

“Eric asked to babysit her. He loves having her over, and her mom said yes.”

Hazel giggled against Daryl’s leg, turning her head to look at Aaron. “Hi, Rin!”

“Hey, Hazel,” Aaron chuckled fondly, sending the girl a small wave.

“Rin?” Daryl questioned, placing one of his big hands on the little girl’s head, accepting his fate of being clung to for the time being.

“She can’t say my name properly,” Aaron explained. “She has trouble with pronouncing things sometimes.”

“Yeah, her mama said somethin’ ‘bout that,” Daryl said without really thinking about it.

“So you’ve met her?” Aaron asked, leaning forward with slight interest. He had a small smirk on his face, one that Daryl couldn’t quite decipher.

“Briefly. Hazel practically dragged her over to meet me yesterday,” Daryl replied, looking down at Hazel when he felt her grip loosen on his leg.

Hazel looked up at him and raised her arms, looking at him expectantly. “Upsies,” she said, jumping slightly on her toes. “Dar, upsies!”

To his complete and utter surprise, Daryl found himself leaning down to pick her up. The act hadn’t even fully registered in his brain until the small girl was already in his arms, her small, chubby hands gripping at his shirt as she giggled. The small sound of her laughter made the archer’s heart fill with a sudden and unexpected fondness, completely taking him by surprise. It was the same type of fondness that filled his heart whenever he coaxed a laugh from little Judith, and yet it was completely different at the same time. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“She seems to like you, Daryl,” Aaron laughed, standing up from his position on the porch steps. “Not a lot of people can say that about her.”

“What do ya mean?” Daryl found himself questioning, confused entirely by the man’s revelation. From the limited interactions that the archer has had with the young girl up until that point, he naturally assumed that Hazel was that way with everyone. What would make him special enough to the little girl, who had just met him, to make her treat him differently than she would others?

Aaron motioned for Daryl to follow him into the house, and he obliged, silently entering the pristine house while still carrying Hazel in his arms. The girl took a great interest in his hair, playing with it to entertain herself.

“From what Y/N told us, she was with a group before she got here who treated her and Hazel horribly, and Hazel hasn’t fully regained her trust in adults yet,” Aaron explained.

Daryl frowned. “Badly, how?”

“She wouldn’t say, but it took forever for Eric and I to gain Hazel’s trust. We even tried to bribe her with candy but she wouldn’t budge. But she seems to trust you and you said you only met her yesterday?”

“Yeah. She approached me at that makeshift park the kids play at,” Daryl nodded, rubbing a hand over Hazel’s small back subconsciously, shifting her in his arms slightly.

“Then you’re definitely special, buddy. This kid doesn’t trust easily,” Aaron declared, sitting down on a chair in the dining room.

Daryl followed his lead, taking a seat across from him on a chair while still holding the small girl firmly in his arms. Hazel’s attention shifted from his hair to the loose threads on his sleeveless shirt, playing with them to keep herself occupied.

“They were with a group ‘fore this? How long have they been here?” Daryl questioned, interested in knowing more about you, although he didn’t know why.

“Yeah. Hazel and her mom haven’t been here all that long. I actually found them a couple of days, maybe a week, before I found you all. From what I know, Y/N and Hazel had been on their own for a while before I found them. Y/N almost killed me the first time we met. She thought I was gonna hurt them. It took me and Eric a while to convince her to come back with us, but even then she refused to let her guard down. She was kind of like Rick when we first met, except she didn't tie me up or force me to eat apple sauce.”

Daryl hummed, hissing slightly when he felt Hazel tug at his hair rather harshly. He brought one of his hands up to pry her hand away from his hair, subconsciously rubbing his thumb over her small fist. “That hurts,” he told her softly, surprising himself by the gentleness of his usually gruff voice.

“Sorry, Dar,” Hazel apologized half-heartedly. She yawned before laying her head down on his shoulder. She wrapped her small arms around his neck, nuzzling her head into the crook between his neck and shoulder.

Daryl felt his heart swell with fondness for the second time that day. He gently rubbed her back. From his experience with Judith, that small action could lull a small child into slumber, and he hoped that proved to be correct with Hazel.

“You’re good at that,” Aaron commented, a smile on his face as he watched that small interaction between the big, ‘scary’ man and the small, innocent child.

Daryl looked at him, confused by the look the man was sending him. “Good at what?” he inquired, genuinely curious.

“That,” Aaron repeated himself, motioning to Hazel. “Were you a dad before all of this?”

Daryl stiffened at the question. “Nah,” he shook his head, adjusting Hazel in his arms again. “Not the type’a guy who could’ve started a family back then.”

“And now?” Aaron asked, unaware of Daryl’s inner turmoil.

Daryl inhaled sharply. “To start a family, ya need a partner,” Daryl started, slightly rocking the small girl in his arms. “I ain’t got a partner, and there ain’t exactly women linin’ up to be with me, so kids ain’t somethin’ I see in my future.”

“It could still happen, you know? You might meet someone. Hell, you know what? I know you’ll meet someone.”

“A lot of confidence for somethin’ that most likely won’t ever happen,” Daryl grumbled.

“Never say never, Daryl,” Aaron replied, giving the man a small smirk. “Never say never.”

“Mama! Mama!” Hazel called through the house, excitement evident in her voice.

You smiled at the sound of your daughter’s voice, glad to be able to see her again after a whole day of being alone in your small house. The sun was setting, the stars starting to twinkle in the sky and you were almost done with dinner. Eric had told you that he would bring Hazel back before sunset and you were starting to get worried, but thankfully she seemed to be okay.

You walked into the living room and hunched down to pick up the small girl that ran into your arms, hugging her tightly to you as you placed kisses all over her face. She giggled at the sensation and pulled back, grabbing your hand and excitedly pointing towards the door.

“Mama, Dar here,” she said, smiling widely before turning towards the door.

You followed her line of sight and locked eyes with the archer. You stood up and gave him an awkward smile, painfully aware of the awkward encounter you had with the man the day before. Daryl seemed to mirror your unease; he nervously shifted his weight from one leg to the other, ducking his head to avoid your gaze.

“I see that, Sweetheart,” you replied, keeping your eyes locked on the man before you.

“I played with Rin and Eric. Dar played too!” Hazel happily exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement as she looked up at Daryl in awe.

“Did he, now?” you asked rhetorically, marvelling at the sudden and unexpected change of character for the quiet man. Just the day before, he had shrugged Hazel off and seemed to want nothing to do with her, yet now your daughter was claiming that the huntsman had spent time with her that day. It didn’t make any sense whatsoever.

“Yeah! So fun!” Hazel laughed happily, waddling over to Daryl to seemingly hug his leg again.

Daryl, who had been hugged multiple times by the toddler that day, instinctively crouched down to have her hug his side instead of his leg. Hazel wrapped her small arms around him and nuzzled her head into his neck, and Daryl couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face. One day had been more than enough for him to grow fond of the small girl, and he cursed himself for letting his guard down enough for that to happen, but the damage was already done; that little girl had already wormed her way into his heart.

“I'm glad you enjoyed yourself,” you smiled at her, watching the interaction between the archer and your baby girl. “Baby, why don't you go get changed into your blue PJ’s, huh? You're a big girl now, right? Think you can get changed without Mama’s help?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed happily, pulling away from the hug and giving Daryl a smile, dimples on full display. “Bye, Dar!”

“Bye, Hazel,” Daryl greeted her quietly, watching the girl waddle to the stairs and begin to climb them carefully. He then hesitantly shifted his attention to you, but instead of seeing that wariness he’d grown accustomed to other parents giving him, one that he expected you to give him after his encounter with you the day before, there was a look of curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

“Thanks for bringing her home,” you thanked him, offering the archer a small smile.

Daryl ducked his head. “Ain’t nothin’,” he replied, shaking his head.

“So, you spent the day with her?” you started, looking at him questioningly. “By the way you looked uncomfortable around her yesterday, I figured you’d avoid her at all costs.”

“I was spendin’ the day helpin’ Aaron. He invited me to his place ‘cause he had a part I needed for my bike and Hazel was there. She wouldn’t let go of me after she saw me,” Daryl explained, fiddling with his hands.

“So she basically forced you into spending time with her?” you asked with a small laugh, your eyes crinkling in amusement.

“Pretty much,” Daryl joked, his lips involuntarily twitching into a small smile.

You laughed lightly and Daryl chuckled softly, admiring the way your eyes seemingly sparkled. The dim light of the living room gave you a golden glow, and Daryl found himself admiring your beauty. The unnerving thought struck him at full force and he tried to shake that thought from his mind—he couldn’t let his mind go there. He wouldn’t let his mind go there. He had to keep you at an arm’s length. It was bad enough that Hazel had broke through his barrier in one measly day, so he couldn’t allow her mom to do the same, too. More attachments definitely wasn’t something the archer needed.

“Well, Hazel seems happy. I think you’ve just became her best friend, whether you like it or not,” you told him playfully.

“I have a feeling that I ain’t got much say in the matter.

“Nope,” you laughed. “But thank you. She hasn’t looked that happy in a long time.”

“Glad I could help,” Daryl replied, a small smile on his face. “Sorry for bein’ a dick yesterday.”

“It’s fine. We shouldn't have bothered you.”

“Ya weren’t botherin’ me. I jus’... Weren’t in a good mood, s’all. M’sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” You gave him a sweet smile before turning around. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Daryl frowned in confusion but didn’t say anything. A few minutes passed until you reentered the living room, a lunchbox in your hand. You promptly handed it to him, and Daryl could feel the heat radiating off the bottom.

“What’s this?” he asked, giving you a questioning look.

“Stew. I made more than Hazel and I can finish, so I figured I’d give you some. And before you say anything, just take it. Consider it a thank you gift.”

Daryl pursed his lips but nodded, resisting the urge to deny your ‘gift’. “Thanks.”

“No problem at all,” you reassured him, looking up at him with a smile that made his heart flutter uncontrollably.

Daryl ducked his head, willing the blush on his face to go away. “I should get goin’,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“I’ll walk you out,” you replied, making good of your promise by walking with him over to the door.

Daryl stepped out of your home and turned to you. He gave you a nod and turned to walk away, but stopped when he heard you speak up.

“I hope you realize that she isn’t gonna let you off the hook. You’re going to be stuck with her now. And my daughter and I are a package deal, so you’re going to be stuck with me, too.”

For some unknown reason, Daryl didn’t mind that thought at all.

“Easy, Hazelnut. Ya dun’ wanna hurt yerself, do ya?”

The toddler giggled, her small hands toying with the arrow in her hands. “Sorry, Dar.”

Daryl smiled at the small girl, bringing one of his hands up to ruffle her hair, successfully coaxing another laugh from her. “I know ya are. Jus’ try to be more careful, alright? I dun’ want ya gettin’ hurt.”

“No boo-boos. Boo-boos hurt,” Hazel replied, gingerly handing the arrow back to the archer.

“They do,” Daryl agreed, taking the arrow from the girl. “That’s why ya gotta be careful, alright? Dun’ want anythin’ to happen to someone as sweet as ya, Hazelnut.”

Hazel giggled and nodded. “No boo-boos.”

“No boo-boos,” Daryl repeated, smiling fondly at the young girl.

Two months had passed since Daryl had initially met you and Hazel. In those two months, Daryl had found himself becoming intertwined with your lives, a constant presence for you and your daughter.

The archer hadn’t asked you what had happened to Hazel’s father yet, and he wondered when he could be permitted to ask something as personal as that. However, Daryl knew that there could only be two plausible explanations; either he was dead, or he willingly left. The huntsman really hoped it wasn’t the latter. No person should be left to raise a kid on their own.

However, as Daryl’s love for the young girl grew, so did his feelings for you. It got to the point where he had started wishing that he was Hazel’s dad, that he could’ve been there during your pregnancy and watched your belly grow. He would’ve worshipped your body and been there for you every step of the way. However, as much as he wanted that, that was a dream that couldn’t be a reality, so he settled on being Hazel's best friend instead. At least it meant being able to both bond with the little girl and simultaneously have an excuse to see you.

“The two of you look like you’re having fun. Mind if I join?”

Daryl’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice. His eyes met yours and his heart skipped a beat, that sweet smile of yours making butterflies swarm around in his stomach.

“Mama!” Hazel exclaimed happily, hurrying down the porch steps to fling herself into your arms.

You laughed, picking her up and placing a kiss on her forehead. You looked at Daryl and sent him a smile. “Hey, Daryl.”

“Hey,” he greeted you quietly, fiddling with the arrow in his hands.

“Mama, play with us!” Hazel giggled, wiggling in your arms to be put down.

You lowered her to the ground, watching her climb up the porch steps and clamber into Daryl’s lap. Daryl lowered the arrow and wrapped his arms around her, placing a small kiss to the side of her head. You smiled at the interaction, your heart speeding up against your will.

“I know what I just said, but I actually can’t, Baby. It’s time to go home. It’s dinner time,” you told her.

Hazel frowned and nuzzled her head into Daryl’s neck, a whimper building up in her throat. Instinctively, Daryl started rocking her back and forth, rubbing her small back and shushing her quietly.

“S’alright, dun’ cry. Ya will see me again tomorrow, alright?” he whispered into her ear, his heart breaking at the sound of her sniffles. When he felt her nod, he placed one final kiss to the side of her head before placing her back down. “Why dun’ ya go say bye to Jude?”

Hazel looked at you expectantly, and you nodded. “Go ahead, Baby. I’ll wait for you.”

Hazel ran into the house, leaving you and Daryl alone on the porch. The archer stood up and walked down to meet you on the grass, pushing his hands into his pockets as he looked at you through his hair. As you looked at him, it took all of your willpower to resist the urge to brush his hair out of his face and cup his cheek. Not trusting your own hands, you crossed your arms and looked up at the huntsman, giving him a small smile.

“This is the first time ya’ve come to pick her up. I usually bring her home. S’somethin’ wrong?” Daryl inquired, searching your eyes for an answer.

You shook your head. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just figured that I could come pick her up for a change. Spare you the walk back to my place.”

“It ain’t that far,” Daryl pointed out, motioning down the street. “Jus’ a couple’a houses down.”

“Yeah, I know, but...” you trailed off, unsure if you should lay your problems onto him.

“But what?” he questioned, suddenly on edge. Had you changed your mind about him? About him being around you and your daughter? He really hoped not.

You hesitated for a moment. “It’s nothing. Just some moms around the community who like to be judgy.”

“What are they sayin’?”

“That I'm a bad mom for not taking the time out of my day to pick up my own daughter. That I’m dumping my responsibilities onto other people. Just thought I’d start proving them wrong.”

“Hey, yer not a bad mom. I like bringin’ Hazel home at the end of the day. That way I know she’s safe.” He also liked it because it meant he got to see you being all domestic, hugging your daughter tightly and sending him beautiful smiles, inviting him to stay for dinner each time. He always declined, not wanting to be a burden, but your offer never waned.

You smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Daryl instantly noticed it and placed one of his hands on your shoulder, taking you by surprise. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and your skin flushed where he touched you.

“Dun’ let ‘em convince ya that yer a bad mom. I ain’t never seen a better mom than ya. How many moms here can say that they kept their kid alive out there in the real world? That, despite everythin’, their kid came first and that they would kill for them?”

“How did you know I wasn’t here from the start?”

“Aaron told me he that found ya and Hazel on yer own not too long before he found us. The fact that ya kept her alive on yer own for that long proves to me that yer the best fuckin’ mom under the sun.”

You smiled at him and placed your hand over his that was still resting on your shoulder. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“No problem,” he replied, holding eye contact with you. His hand lingered on your shoulder for longer than necessary, and he gazed deep into your eyes.

Your heart sped up and stopped beating at the same time, noticing a shift in the archer’s emotions. However, before either of you could do anything else, Daryl snapped out of it and withdrew his hand, taking a step back.

You cleared your throat and ducked your head, your face heating up. Luckily, Hazel ran out at that moment and bounded down the stairs, throwing herself into Daryl’s side and clinging to his leg.

“Bye, Dar!”

Daryl pressed Hazel tightly to him. “Bye, Hazelnut.”

Hazel unwound her arms from around him and moved over to you, extending her arms to be picked up. You did just that, holding her tightly to you. You turned to Daryl and offered him a small smile.

“You know, my offer still stands. You could join us for dinner.”

Daryl was about to decline your offer again, but Hazel cut him off.

“Yes! Please, Dar!”

In that moment, Daryl found that he wouldn’t be able to say no this time around. He just would’t be able to. He gave you both a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

You smiled broadly. “Great! Come on, then.”

“Dun’ I need to change?”

“No, you’re fine, don’t worry. You can come as is.”

“Alright,” Daryl nodded. “Let’s go.”

“Could you maybe get Hazel settled into her highchair? I’ll be right out with the food.”

Daryl nodded and watched you retreat from the dining room into the kitchen before turning around. “Hazelnut!” he called, hearing the toddler’s footsteps come into the dining room.

Hazel stared up at the archer with a huge smile, her arms extended to be picked up. Daryl smiled softly at the girl and leaned down to pick her up, placing her in her highchair. Once he was sure that she was settled and wouldn’t fall out, he got settled in the chair next to her, listening to Hazel’s happy babbling.

Soon enough, you reentered the dining room with a pot of spaghetti and meatballs. The aroma of the meal made Daryl’s mouth practically water. The last time he’d eaten spaghetti was when Aaron had invited him, and that was a good couple of months ago at that point.

“It smells fuckin’ good,” Daryl complimented you without really thinking about his choice of words, and he instantly regretted not thinking about them beforehand.

“Fuck,” Hazel repeated happily, completely oblivious to the horrified look that spread over Daryl’s face, or the amused one that spread over yours.

“Nah, Hazelnut, dun’ say that. Dun’ ever say that,” he told her hurriedly, his heart beating faster at his mistake.

“Fuck,” Hazel giggled.

“No, I jus’ said—” Daryl started, shooting you a worried look. However, he calmed down when he saw your amused smile. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” you told him, laughing lightly while serving everyone some food. “Don’t look so worried. I’m not gonna bite your head off because of one little slip up. If I had a penny for every time I accidentally slipped up since she was born, I would’ve had enough money to be able to buy a yacht in the old world. You’re good, don’t worry.

“Okay, but we can’t have her goin’ ‘round sayin’ that, though,” Daryl replied, taking a deep breath to calm himself. You weren’t mad. Everything was fine.

“You’re right about that,” you started, turning to look at Hazel. “Baby, you can’t say fuck, okay? That word belongs to Daryl. Until he’s ready to share that word, you can’t say it, alright?”

“Okay, Mama,” Hazel replied, starting to eat her food rather messily.

Daryl chuckled softly at the girl before turning to his own food. He started eating as well, the flavours of the delicious meal melting on his tongue. He wanted to gulp it all down but he resisted the urge, instead eating with a delicacy he never knew existed in him.

The meal was mostly spent in silence, save for Hazel’s happy babbling and the occasional input from you or Daryl. Daryl did, however, sneak glances at you when you weren’t looking, admiring your beauty and the soft, loving, tender way you acknowledged your daughter and the tenderness you used when you wiped her face clean of the sauce.

Unbeknownst to the archer, you had also been sneaking glances at him. Admiring his gentleness with your daughter, the way his eyes softened and the quiet chuckles he would let out whenever Hazel did something amusing, or the small smiles he would send in your direction. It was amazing how important Daryl had become to you and Hazel in a span of a few months. The big, gruff, quiet man with a heart of gold, who had invaded your thoughts and your heart. It was both terrifying and thrilling to think about.

Your respective meals were soon finished. and Hazel’s eyes were beginning to droop. You noticed it and got up to take her out of her highchair. She instantly laid her head down onto your shoulder and closed her eyes, and you placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“You tired, Baby?” you cooed, rubbing her back gently. When she simply responded by nuzzling her face deeper into your shoulder, you laughed fondly and turned to Daryl, sending him an apologetic look. “Sorry, I should probably get this little rascal to bed. You can stay here. I’ll be right back.”

However, as soon as you said that, Hazel interjected. “Dar tuck me in with Mama?” she asked innocently, lifting her head up to look at Daryl.

Daryl looked surprised. He locked eyes with you, his heart fluttering at the smile you sent him.

“If Daryl’s okay with it,” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Yeah, ‘course,” Daryl replied, nodding his head.

You motioned for him to follow you upstairs, and he obliged. Together, the two of you descended up the stairs and into Hazel’s bedroom. Daryl stopped in the doorway, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but you had other ideas. You gently took his hand and led him into the room, only letting go of it to tuck your daughter into bed. Daryl subconsciously placed his hand on your shoulder instead, watching place your little girl into bed.

Hazel was already half asleep when you put her into her bed. She instantly curled up into her pillow and let out a big sigh, her eyes opening only slightly. In her view, she saw you, her mom, the woman who always protected her when the two of you were living on the road outside the walls, and always loved her despite her shenanigans. And Daryl, the man who at first had been kind of mean, but was now always there for both her and her mom. The man who undeniably had started to feel like a daddy to her.

“Night, Mama. Night, Daddy,” Hazel mumbled, her eyes closing and she drifted into slumber. In seconds, she was out cold.

Time froze for a moment. Daryl’s eyes widened and his heart practically pounded out of his chest. There was no way that he had heard it right. There was no way that Hazel had just called him dad. There was no way that Hazel trusted and loved him enough to see him as her father. She couldn’t, could she?

He turned to look at you and noticed the unreadable expression on your face. You didn’t address what she had just said, however, and Daryl was too nervous to bring it up himself.

“We should probably let her sleep,” you whispered to him, motioning towards the door.

“Yeah,” Daryl agreed and followed you out the door.

Together, the two of you descended down the stairs and back into the dining room. You turned to look at Daryl and motioned towards the living room.

“You can wait in the living room. I just wanna put the dishes in the sink and then I’ll join you.”

“Nah, let me help,” Daryl protested, moving over to grab all the dishes. Before you could protest, Daryl walked into the kitchen. You quickly followed behind him and watched him put the dishes in the sink, but before he could start washing them, you quickly stopped him.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll wash them tomorrow,” you assured him. “Do you want some wine?”

Daryl nodded and hummed, silently observing as you grabbed two glasses from the cabinet, as well as a bottle of wine. You placed the glasses on the counter before popping the the bottle open, pouring the two of you each a glass of wine. You handed him the glass and propped yourself onto the counter, letting your legs swing below you.

Daryl leaned against the counter and took a sip of his wine, humming in approval at the taste. “S’good. Thanks.”

“It’s nothing, really. I've been wanting a reason to open the bottle for a while now.”

“Ya can’t jus’ drink it whenever ya want?” Daryl questioned, taking another sip from the glass in his hand.

“I could, but I prefer not to. I don’t want to be like—” you started, but abruptly stopped. You hurriedly took a sip of your wine, welcoming the taste in your mouth.

“Like who?” Daryl asked, frowning at the uncomfortable look on your face.

You hesitated for a long moment, not sure if you should tell Daryl about your past problems. You were afraid that Daryl would look at you differently if you revealed anything. However, as you looked into his eyes, you only saw care and concern, so you found yourself confiding in him.

“Hazel’s father,” you revealed, pursing your lips at the thought of the man you hated more than anything in the world.

“What was he like?” Daryl asked, placing his glass down on the counter. He turned his full attention to you, his eyes trailing over your face for any shift in emotion.

“He was a fucking asshole,” you spat angrily, clenching your jaw in anger. “He was a raging alcoholic and a frequent drug user. He didn’t even stop when Hazel was born. If anything, it got worse. I tried so hard to get him sober, but nothing worked. He always yelled at me and threatened to hurt Hazel whenever I brought it up, but I stayed. I was too scared to leave. And then one day, when I woke up, he was just... Gone. No note, no phone call, nothing. Hazel was barely one year old.”

Daryl frowned deeply, anger bubbling inside him at the thought of someone hurting you and Hazel so badly. He clenched his fist and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had no right to get angry. That wasn’t something that happened to him.

“Not too long after that, the world went to shit. His sister came to pick us up and took us to her camp, and that’s where I saw that asshole again. He treated Hazel so badly and got the other people in the camp to taunt and be mean to her. Hazel didn’t even do anything wrong, and I never even brought up the fact that she was his kid, but they all ganged up on her. Thankfully it never got physical, but I could tell that it really scarred her. It went on until the camp got overrun, and all of those fuckers got what they deserved. The only reason Hazel and I got out was because his sister helped us. She sacrificed herself for us. After that, Hazel and I were on our own for more than a year. I’m surprised that I managed to keep us alive for that long on my own, but I managed. And then Aaron and Eric found us, and the rest is history.”

Daryl was speechless. It angered him that someone would hurt you like that, would hurt little Hazel like that. And the fact that you had to survive on your own for that long... It amazed him. He wished that he could’ve found you earlier and have protected you and Hazel from all those horrors, but there was nothing he could do to change the past. He could only ensure that nothing ever touched you in the future.

“Yer a strong woman. The fact that ya went through all’a that and managed to keep Hazel alive and love her unconditionally proves that. Yer amazing and I hope ya know that.”

You were taken aback by the sudden confession, but a smile soon spread across your face. You hopped off the counter and stood in front of him, almost chest to chest. You looked up at him, your faces close enough to close the remaining distance between your lips. You didn’t even fully know why you did that. It was more than likely liquid courage, you figured.

“You’re amazing too. I don’t think you realize how much you mean to Hazel, how much you mean to me.”

With that, you closed the remaining distance between your lips. You pressed your lips against his softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. After a moment of shock, Daryl kissed you back feverishly, pulling you closer by your hips to have you flush against his body. You gasped against his lips, allowing Daryl to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and pressed yourself harder against him, eliciting a groan from the man.

As soon as you pulled away for air, you tugged Daryl by the lapel of his vest. “Wanna take this to my room?” you whispered, breathless from the ravenous kiss.

“What ‘bout Hazelnut? Won’t she wake up?” Daryl asked, pressing his forehead against yours.

“No. She’s out cold. The chances of her waking up are basically nonexistent.”

Daryl let out a deep breath and nodded, allowing you to pull him up the stairs. The two of you soon stumbled into your room, hurriedly closing the door and pawing at each other’s clothes. However, when you reached for Daryl’s shirt, he stopped you, a pained look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, a worried look on your face. “Did I do something wrong?”

Daryl shook his head. “Nah, ya didn’t do nothin’.”

“Then what’s wrong?” you asked him, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. “Talk to me. I promise I won’t judge.”

Daryl inhaled sharply. “I didn’t have a good childhood,” was all he offered before slowly removing his shirt.

Your eyes hungrily trailed over his body, your hands reaching forward to press against his chest. Sure, a few scars littered his chest, but they didn’t repulse you. You didn’t understand what Daryl was talking about until you got a glimpse of his back in the mirror in your room. The scars on his back were jagged and raised, and you instantly knew what they meant; someone had hurt this perfect man before you, and you felt so angry.

You walked behind him. “May I?” you whispered, your hands hovering over his back.

Daryl hesitantly nodded. You softly ran your fingers over his scars, your touch feathery light. The archer shivered involuntarily, closing his eyes at the feeling. Before meeting you, the only feeling that he ever associated with his back was pain from his father’s cruelty, yet there you were, tracing over his scars as if they were priceless paintings in a museum.

Soon your fingers were replaced with your lips, and Daryl’s eyes flew open. Your lips softly kissed over his scars, trailing down to the lowest scars on his lower back. When you were done, you turned him around to face you. You gently cupped his cheek, a small smile on your face.

“You're perfect to me, Daryl. You’re so sweet, kind and caring. Hell, my daughter called you dad. That says plenty.”

“M’perfect?”

“You're perfect.”

That was all you had to say for Daryl to pull you into another fiery kiss. The two of you soon toppled onto your bed, spending a night filled with passion together.

That next morning when Hazel woke up and walked into your room, she was pleasantly surprised to find Daryl sleeping there, holding you, her mama. She was, however, confused that when she woke the two of you up, you clutched the sheets to your bodies and refused to let her climb under them with you like you normally would do.

Two years later...

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Hazel. Happy birthday to you!”

You and Daryl cheered as Hazel blew out the candles on her homemade cake. Hazel laughed as she struggled to blow out the last one of the five candles on the cake, eliciting soft chuckles from you and Daryl. When she finally managed to extinguish it, you and Daryl each handed her a gift. She clapped her hands excitedly. She got up from her seat and ran to hug you and Daryl, which you both returned.

“Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Daddy,” she thanked with a big smile, eyeing the wrapped gifts on the table.

“Dun’ thank us yet, Hazelnut,” Daryl responded with a smile. “Go ahead and open ‘em.”

Hazel hurriedly opened each of the gifts and gasped with delight, holding up a colouring book, new crayons, and a new doll. She giggled in excitement at the gifts. “Can I go show these to Judith? We can colour and play dolls together now!”

You laughed and nodded. “Sure, Baby. Just be good for Auntie Michonne and Uncle Rick, okay?”

“Okay!” she agreed and took off in a run, throwing the front door open and disappearing out of it.

“I can’t believe she’s growin’ up so fast,” Daryl mumbled, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I know, right? She’ll be moving away from home for college soon enough,” you joked.

“Hmm,” Daryl hummed, chuckling at your joke.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, turning around in the archer's arms. “I got something for you, too.”

“For me?” he asked in confusion, frowning slightly. “Why? It ain’t my birthday for another couple’a months.”

“I know, but this can’t wait that long. Here,” you told him, handing him a small box.

Daryl gingerly took the box from your hands and opened it. His eyes widened at the item inside, picking it up and looking at it. After examining it for a couple of moments, he confirmed that his mind indeed wasn’t playing a trick on him—it was a positive pregnancy test.

“Yer—Yer pregnant?” he asked, a smile spreading over his face.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, nodding your head. A laugh escaped you when Daryl picked you up and spun you around, before he placed you back on the ground and pulled you into a kiss.

When he pulled back, he leaned his forehead against yours. “Hazelnut’s gon’ have a baby sibling. We’re gon’ have another kid.”

“We are,” you agreed, closing your eyes. “I love you, Daryl.”

Daryl placed a gentle kiss against your forehead. “I love ya, too. And I already love that lil’ peanut in yer belly.”

“Hazelnut and Peanut, huh?”

“Yeah. Our two babies. Our own lil’ family,” Daryl told you wistfully, placing his hand on your stomach, over the life that was growing there.

“We have Hazel to thank for this. If she didn’t instantly like you back then, this might never have happened,” you told him, placing your hand over his.

“Remind me to thank her when she gets back later. But for now, let’s enjoy our alone time,” Daryl replied suggestively, tugging you with him as he walked backwards towards the stairs.

“I like that idea.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

HERE TO ANSWER THE PRAYER FOR LUKE REQS!!

So- Ares! Reader who’s the sister of Clarisse. And Luke is like hopelessly obsessed with her, and Clarisse like HATES him for liking her. So during a game of capture the flag… iykyk

I really don’t got any ideas past that so you have full creative freedom with this one 🙃

𝒪𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃

warnings: just some making out against a tree, nothing else !

Capture the flag Day. You didn't know whether you hated or loved it. You were training with Clarisse when he came up to you.

"Hey, y/n," he spoke, leaning against a tree. His arms were folded and he watched you down the water in your bottle. You released the bottle from your mouth, giving him a small smile.

"Hey, Luke, what's up?" You asked while Clarisse side-eyed him, and just before he could answer, she opened her mouth.

"Go away, Castellan, we're busy." she spat harshly, making him smile, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You just shrugged.

"Now!" she barked out and pointed, he held his hands up in mock defense and walked away. You looked at Clarisse and she huffed.

"You gonna do this with everyone who likes me?" you asked her, amused at the previous exchange with the boy.

"No. I just hate him." She grumbled out, pushing past you. You followed her.

"Aweeee, my little sister cares for me!" you said with a wide smile, putting your hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off.

"Whatever."

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Capture the flag day. You loved it. You stood on the grass, listening to your sister shout directions at the campers. You felt eyes burning into you, causing you to look over and see none other than Luke Castellan staring at you from the other side.

He gave you a small smile, you gave him one back, he turned back to Annabeth, a light pink hue on his face.

“Y/n, are you even paying attention?” She asked you, you turning your focus back to her with an eye roll. “Yes. Go in the woods, distract any campers I see, blah blah blah.” You told her, she just huffed and turned to the rest of the campers.

Having a little sister who was also the bossiest person in camp was tiring.

You glanced around the seemingly empty forest, looking behind trees for traps or people. But you saw neither.

You were wrong.

You were thrown off guard when someone came up behind you, putting their hand over your mouth. Your eyes went wide, their hands going to your body, pinning you against a tree.

They took their hands off, releasing you and standing front of you with a grin.

Luke fucking Castellan.

“Luke?!” You spoke, voice full of shock. He shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You gave him a knowing look. You always came over here.

“Okay, maybe I did.” He held his hands up in defense, you rolled your eyes and lightly shoved the boy. “Just came to see what you were doing, damn.”

“So you’re not gonna beat me up or anything?” You asked him, slightly confused.

“Usually I would. But I wouldn’t wanna ruin your pretty face, would I?” He asked you with a small smirk. You shaking your head.

“You’re just scared.” You told him, going closer to him, he furrowed an eyebrow, looking down at you.

“Oh am I?”

“I would beat you.” You told him quietly, your faces were so close, you could feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear as he leaned in.

“Sure you would.” He replied, leaning away and looking at you, his hand went to your jaw, thumb caressing your skin.

You were tired of playing this game. You leaned in, capturing his lips in yours. It was a teeth clashing, pinning against a tree type kiss, the one where you wrapped your legs around his waist, your back against the bark of the tree as you let out quiet moans that he swallowed back up, your hand traveling his back, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You don’t know how long you stayed kissing each other, when he finally pulled away, his lips were red and swollen, mouth slightly agape, his hair messy from your touch.

He looked like one of the Gods themselves, it made you smile, pulling him back in for more until you were interrupted by the sound of someone.

“Oh, shitttt! Alright, Luke, I see you.” Chris’s voice spoke, both of you pulling away to look at him. Next to him was Clarisse.

“What the fuck?!” She exclaimed, already stomping over to Luke. Your eyes widened and you grabbed your stuff, leaving Luke as you ran, him following you.

“Oh, come on! Don’t leave me here with her!” He shouted.

“You’re on your own, babe!” You shouted over your shoulder, watching him continue to try and follow you.

[paige1722]

So Much for a Safe House

Summary: You go on a mission with 141 and end up taking shelter in an abandoned building. The place is haunted, and you are all trapped inside; creepy things are happening. (Ghost of War-inspired)

Callsign: Spark because it was all I could think of.

Warnings: scares(?)

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Also, this is my first fanfic since my one-direction days, so please be kind. 

Chapter One: Shelter

In the freezing weather, you and your team hiked through the thick pile of snow to make your way to the abandoned house at the top of the mountain. Soap recalled seeing it on your way to the supposed enemy weapons cache in the middle of nowhere that turned out to be a dead end. Though when you all tried to radio command about the false information that it turned out just to be an empty plot of land in the dense snow-ridden forest, was when it was discovered that all forms of communication were not working; Ghost even tried scaling a tree with impressive speed, to see if a signal could be found that way but to no luck. 

“A few miles back, there was a house that looked to be abandoned. We could make our way back to it and come up with a plan there instead of standing around waiting to get hypothermia or become somethings next meal,” said Soap, his voice mumbled through the mask he wore to protect himself from the cold, making his accent more difficult to decipher. 

 Seeing no other option and rather than freezing to death, Price agreed that the best course of action would be to rendezvous there and wait for further instruction from Laswell, whenever the radio wanted to start working properly again.  

That is how you found yourself trudging through the thick snow in below-freezing temperatures for what seemed like 20 miles, but in reality was more like two. Once the abandoned house came into view, did you try to break the silence beside the occasional curse, that had fallen over your task force. You decided to theorize about the abandoned, dilapidated house that you could see in the distance, which quite honestly looked more like an asylum than a house. 

“So, where do you think they hid the bodies? The basement or maybe inside the walls?” 

Soap let out a breathless laugh, slowing his step to fall into line beside you, “Oh, definitely in the walls. It is like a given, right, horror movie 101.” Throwing an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you into his side and lowered his voice to sound more menacing, “The real question is, Bonnie, this far out, no one would be able to hear you scream.” 

Feeling a shiver go down your spine at the creepy comment, you turned your head to face Soap, seeing the crinkle by his eyes as he was smiling like an idiot underneath his mask. 

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away, scoffing, “You spend too much time online, go and touch some grass.”

“Alright, you two, that is enough. We won’t be there long; just need to regroup and wait for the exfil.” Huffed Price from behind you both. 

“Sorry, Captain. Just trying to lighten the mood and distract myself from the fact that my entire body is becoming a popsicle,” you muttered while rubbing your hands up and down your arms, trying to get some feeling back in them. 

Gaz nodded in agreement, “I don’t care what is in the walls or the basement. As long as I can make a fire and get out of this snow, I will be happy.” 

Walking up to the house's main doors, you could see the state of disrepair everything was in huge holes could be seen on the roof where snow was falling in, busted windows, and rotting wood on the steps and door. Price grabbed the door handle, using his body to force it open. The door swings open, nearly falling off its hinges. Quickly, Ghost and Gaz march inside to sweep the area. Standing in the main foyer of the house, you got a clear view of just how run down this place had become; gusts of wind from the busted-out windows and holes throughout the house made an unsettling groaning occur. From where you, Soap, and Price were standing, you noticed that this place was actually a lot smaller on the inside than it seemed on the outside. There were only three rooms downstairs; it looked like a kitchen, dining area, and a small living room with stairs leading up the second floor right in front of the door. The stairs looked warped, like one wrong step, and you would quickly find out if there was actually a basement here or not. All that could be heard were your teammate's heavy footsteps and the groaning of the wood. You walked over to peer into the rooms Ghost had already cleared. From what you could see, the entire place was bare, except for the dining room, that had a few old wooden chairs that would probably break if you tried sitting on them, and a small dinner table. The kitchen had cabinet drawers that were barely hanging on its hinges with spider webs and a thick coating of dust on the counters.

“All clear up here,” Yelled Gaz, as he made his way back down the stairs, carefully planning where to step next.

 “Clear, first floor. Guys, come check this out.” yelled Ghost from the living room on your left. Side-eyeing Price, you all turn to make your way to where Ghost is waiting. The first thing you noticed was a massive fireplace; running excitedly and throwing your gear down next to Ghost’s, you stuck your head into the fireplace and looked up the chimney. “Let's make a fire before I become one with the snow.” 

Grabbing your shoulder and pulling you out from the fireplace, “First, you got to get out of the fireplace, Spark. Also, we need to find something for firewood. See what you can find while I get this cleared out and ready.” Ghost ordered. 

Looking around the barren room you were all currently in and not seeing anything useful but a raggedy carpet on the floor and scraps of cardboard piled in the corner, you make your way into the dining room. Seeing the old wooden chairs that had seen better days, “This will do, but first..” you grab one of the chairs and proceed to break it into pieces to use for the fire, by throwing it to the ground with as much force as you can muster. 

“Epic,” you say as you stare at the chair which has broken into smaller pieces, which allows you to be able to stomp on it, creating small sticks of wood that would be perfect for the fireplace. Reaching down to pick up the pieces to bring back to Ghost, a small notebook catches your eye, peeking out from underneath the dining room table. Grabbing the small red notebook and running your hand over the raised symbol on the cover in the shape of what looks to be an upside-down cross with a ‘c’ shape on the bottom, turning the book over in your hands to open it when you hear Gaz yelling, “Have you found anything yet, Spark? It’s bloody freezing in here!” 

“Yeah, I’m coming!” you replied quickly, shoving the notebook in your pocket to look at later, grabbing the remains of the chair, and running back into the room with the rest of your team. Walking into the room, you see that Gaz has joined Ghost in preparing the fireplace while Soap and Price are trying to secure the window with pieces of what looked like cardboard and duct tape, probably trying to keep the cold out. Once you reach the fireplace, you place the scraps of the chair inside while Gaz gets out his case of emergency lighter, which he mainly carried around for when Price lost his and wanted a cigar. He lights the piece of fabric Ghost is holding out to him to use as a firestarter; he places the lit fabric in the base of the wood, and you hold your breath, hoping it works. Seeing the wood slowly start burning and letting off a warm glow, you release the breath and finally relax, sitting back on your knees. 

“That should about do it. It’s not perfect, but it should help with the wind and snow.” Price said while clapping Soap on the back, “Now lets see if we can figure out what to do about the radio.” 

They both made their way in front of the fire as well, where everyone was now huddled together, waiting to unthaw from the harsh weather. 

Pulling out the radio, Price tried once again to reach Laswell, “Laswell, you copy.” crackling static was the only thing that could be heard in response. He grabbed the knob and tried changing the channel to the emergency line, “Laswell, you copy.” again, nothing could be heard. Sighing, he continued messing with the radio as Gaz tried to help, trying different ideas to make it work. 

Ghost had pulled over the gear thrown down and was rummaging through it, pulling out MRE rations, emergency blankets, and first aid; he looked like he was taking inventory of all the supplies we had with us and creating plots for us to sleep. As you move to make yourself more comfortable in front of the growing flames, you feel the small red notebook in your pocket. 

Pulling it back out again, Soap looks over, “Aye, what do you got there?” 

“Hmm, some sort of diary, I guess I found it in the dining room when I was getting the wood. It has this weird symbol on it.” flipping open the book, you and Soap start going through the pages, seeing lots of frantic scribbling that neither of you could decipher and pictures of what looked like some sort of creature, who only got more gore-filled as you filled through. It was difficult to make out the writing, but on some of the pages, it seemed to be pleas for help about needing to make ‘it’ stop and go away. 

You and Soap share a nervous glance, flipping to a new page; you let out a gasp. On the page was what looked to be a warning, ‘there is no way out, it has them, I can hear their screams, I am next….. Don’t let it in.’ 

Turning to look at Soap, you could feel your blood run cold, and you knew your fear could be seen on your face. Soap laughs nervously, saying, “It’s probably just some silly story trying to scare us.” Nodding in agreement, you closed the book and placed it back in your pocket, turning back to face the now roaring fire. 

Trying to distract yourself from the creepy notes and pictures, you start listening to your team-mates talking idly amongst themselves; whether it be trying to fix the radio or the supplies, you slip into one of the spots Ghost created and close your eyes, trying to clear your mind and catch a few minutes of sleep hoping everything would be fixed when you woke up. 

Price released an exasperated sigh, throwing his hands up in the air, “I don’t know why the bloody thing isn’t working. It is like something is interfering with our signal.” He sets the radio down near the gear, Ghost had set out.

 He walked over to where Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were sitting. He looked over to where you were sleeping near the fire to keep warm; turning back to look at his teammates, he rubbed his face, saying, “It seems we will just have to wait out the weather and head to the exfil point then and hopefully will be able to radio Laswell. In the meantime, why don’t we follow in Spark’s footsteps and get some sleep.” 

Ghost grabbed his gun, placed it in his lap, and moved to sit in the corner between the window and fireplace, “I’ll take the first watch. We still don’t know what’s out there.” 

“Or what is in here,” mumbled Soap as he and the others made their way near where you were sleeping to find a spot for themselves. 

Gaz cleared his throat, turning to Ghost, “Yeah, well, anyways, I’ll take next watch. Wake me up in two hours.” he laid down, pulling his toboggan to cover his eyes. Soap and Price following in suit. 

After about an hour and a half of nothing happening except the occasional groan from the house settling, Ghost notices the radio Price had placed near the gear begin to static; thinking that it might be command trying to get into touch with them, he makes a move to go over to it, but before he could get near it. A piercing sound comes from the radio, like a shrieking noise. 

Everyone startles awake, “what the fuck is going on?” you exclaimed, all eyes turning to Ghost for an explanation. 

“Hell, if I know, it was dead silent a minute ago, and now the bloody thing won’t stop making that noise. Somebody turn it off.” 

Gaz reaches for the radio and flips the switch on it to turn it off. When the noise stopped, a thundering bang was heard from above you all. It was so loud that it shook the walls, causing dust to fall down.

 Ghost reaches for his gun, as does the rest of you. Pointing your weapons towards the door, waiting to see if you could hear anything else or if it was just a noise an old house makes in the middle of a snowstorm. From behind you all, you hear the radio, which you could have sworn Gaz just turned off begin to crackle with life. Slowly turning around to look at the noise, a voice comes from the radio: “It is here now.” A cold wind came down from the chimney, extinguishing the fire and plummeting the room into darkness. 

Chapter 2: Hunter's Moon

[joeybluvs]

Lover

Warnings: LSU Joe, smut, semi dom! Joe, rough sex, and I can't think of anything else lol

Description: It is your first week at LSU and you get invited to a party where the LSU quarterback introduces himself and shows you around campus which ends in some fun.

Authors Note: Should I make this a series?

Words: 1,673

"Hey", you hear a voice say from behind you which is surprising since you didn't really know anyone here which is why you wanted to go to the party.

"Oh...hi", you say nervously after realizing that the LSU quarterback Joe Burrow actually just spoke to you.

Joe smiles warmly at you, taking in your nervousness and wanting to ease it. "It's alright I won't bite", he says softly. "Are you new here", he ask you.

"Yea", you respond shyly but more at ease than you were before.

"Would you maybe like to dance", he ask you.

"Na I am not much of a dancer", you laugh. "I was actually just about to leave anyway", you say.

Joe smiles at you once again "If you don't mind maybe I could take you on a walk and show you around since it is your first day", he says sweetly. "Sure, that would be nice", you reply back to him.

Joe gently takes your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he leads you both out of the party. The cool night air gently brushes against your skin as you begin to walk around the campus.

Joe squeezes your hand gently, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "So are you enjoying the walk so far", he smiles at you.

"Yes", you say in a sweet tone.

Joe leans closer to you, he looks at you with an irresistible grin that makes you feel butterflies. "Well there is something I would like to show you it is this secret spot that I found that I like to go and look at the stars at. We can chat there if you want", he says softly.

"That sounds nice", you say back to him with a smile on your face.

As you follow Joe, he turns to face you, his eyes shining with a playful gleam. "So tell me what do you think of LSU so far", he says

"I like it...it's just pretty lonely here...I think it is kinda funny the first person who even gives me the time of day is the star quarterback", you say laughing cutely.

Joe laughs as well and smiles at you his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Well I may be the star quarterback but that doesn't stop me from being a genuine and caring person as well", he says.

"That's sweet", you say.

Joe grins, his confidence slightly growing as he leads you to his secret spot. As you reach the secluded area thru the trees, he helps you sit down on the soft patch of grass and he sits next to you. "I promise to make your time at LSU worth it", he says, and you slightly blush at his words.

"By the way I never asked your name, I am sorry", he laughs.

"Oh...my name is Y/N", you say sweetly.

"That is a beautiful name", he says.

"I'm Joe", he says as if you don't already know.

"I know", you say making him blush slightly.

He grins at you before slowly starting to lean closer to you. "You know if we start anything we should take it slowly", he says smirking.

"Start what", you say as you also lean closer to his face.

Joe's heart skips a beat at the feeling of your breath fanning against his cheek. He knows exactly what he wants to start with you.

He starts to lean in closer. "Can I kiss you", he in a soft tone to make you feel comfortable around him.

"Yes...please", you say in response.

With a gentle but passionate touch, Joe's lips meet yours. The sparks between you two ignite like a wildfire, sending shivers down your spine. He deepens the kiss slowly, savoring every moment of this connection.

As the kiss intensifies, Joe's tongue dances with yours exploring every inch of your mouth. His hands roam over your body, tracing every curve and contour as he presses closer to you. The heat between them grows exponentially, fueling their desire for more.

"Do you wanna have sex", you say quietly between kisses.

Joe's heart races at your bold question. He pulls away from your kiss, looking into your eyes. There's an unspoken understanding in his gaze as he nods slowly. "Yes I do". he says.

You both stand up an Joe wraps his muscular arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He starts kissing your neck softly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. With one fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly into his arms like a princess carried by her prince.

Joe carries you to a nearby tree and sets you down up against it. You lean up against the rough bark. "I need you right now...please", you say almost begging him.

Joe's eyes darken with lust at your demands. He positions himself between your legs, his hard cock rubbing against your wet folds through your cloths. With a growl of need he reaches down and unbuttons his pants and take off both them and his underwear. Your eyes widen at his impressive length.

She then takes off her skirt and panties.

Joe's mouth water at the sight of her being ready to take him. His cock throbs in anticipation as he guides it towards your entrance.

"Take me Joe", you say.

Joe looks into your eyes, his expression a mix of lust and love. With one final breath he positions himself at your entrance. Slowly, he pushes inside you, filling you up with his thick length.

"Fuck...you are so big Joe", you moan. "Could you maybe stay still for a second so I can get used to it. I will tell you when to start moving", she says almost breathlessly.

Joe bites his bottom lip, trying to remain still as you adjust to his size. His cock twitches inside you, desperate for movement.

"Ok, you can start moving", she says grabbing the back of his head placing his forehead onto hers.

Joe exhales shakily as he feels your consent. His hands grip your hips firmly, anchoring him to you as he begins to move slowly at first. But the his thrust deepen and intensify, matching the rhythm of your moans.

Joe groans as he places his head on your shoulder turning to start kissing your neck. His hips starts to move faster and harder. He then kisses you passionately, tasting your sweetness as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside of you.

Joe picks up the speed even faster, his body moving in tandem with yours. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the air as he drives deeper still, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again.

"Right there", you moan to him.

Joe lets out a low growl, his voice low and rough. His hips jerk forward violently, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.

Joe's breath hitches as he feels you tighten around him. His fingers dig into your hips, holding onto you as he loses control to the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

Joe's movements become even more frantic. Their rhythm grows faster and more intense, matching the moans that escape your lips.

With one swift motion, he fully pull out of you before slamming back up into you, practically choking you on his girth, as he begins to drive the both of them to the edge.

"Are you gonna cum", you moan loudly.

He groans, his voice strangled. His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you closer as he tries to maintain control. Sweat beads on both of your foreheads and his breathing becomes ragged. "Yes...I'm so fucking close", he groans.

"Fuck", he groans as he feels you tighten around him. His thrust become more erratic and forceful, with desperation to bring you both to completion.

"I think I am gonna cum Joe", you say breathlessly

"Fuck...cum on my cock baby" he says as you cover his cock in your fluids. Feeling you tighten and pulse around his cock makes his pace more frantic, and powerful with each thrust driving him closer to the edge.

Joe's movements become rougher still as he nears his release. With one final thrust, he grunts out your name and empties himself inside of you.

A little later after you clean up

"We should probably get dressed before anyone see's us", you say.

"Yeah probably", he replies back.

"I have a question", you say to him.

"What's that?", he ask, not looking up from his task of pulling back on his underwear and pants.

"What are we?", you ask. "Are we just a one night stand or something more?". you say.

"I don't know", he admits honestly. "I mean, I really like what we just did..."

"So did I", you say softly.

He smiles, a shy blush creeping onto his face.

There is a long pause as they both continue to star at each other. Finally Joe says softly, "I think there might be something more here", he says grabbing her hand, squeezing it gently and reassuringly. "I want to explore whatever it is between us".

"Me too", you say back to him in a soft tone.

Joe smiles, relieved and excited by her response. "Ok", he says with a nod. "Do you maybe wanna go on a date tomorrow", he says with a smile.

"Definitely", you say with a grin. "I would like that a lot actually". You kisses him on the lips. "Here give me your phone I will put my number in",. she says.

He gives her his phone and you enters in her number. "Well I should probably get back to my dorm".

He gives her a tight hug. "I am looking forward to tomorrow ", he says

You wave goodbye him, and he waves back as you walk away.

At Joe's dorm

As Joe finally climbs into bed, he can't hep but replay what they had done earlier. He slowly drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on his face, dreaming of the possibilities that lie ahead with her...

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading, I know this probably wasn't that good since it is my first fic, but thank you for reading all the way through 🥰🥰

[thewildwaffle]

Effects of Caffeine

This prompt was given by CodyBee on aO3

Arnold had served on crews with humans in the past, but he had never before been quite so perplexed by one as he was with Ruby. She was always moving. Whether she was bouncing her leg while she sat, or swaying slightly as she stood, it was like she was nearly incapable of staying still. The first time they were scheduled at a post together after he joined the team, he had a moment of fear that she was drunk and going to fall over! She has since brought small toys to fidget in her hands, which did help a considerable bit. At first, Arnold worried that bringing the small gadgets would lessen the overall “intimidation factor” they and their crew strove for on duty, but she would discreetly slip it into a pocket whenever facing the public. Ruby was also quick to notice and point out insanely small details. Being on a security detail team, one might think that quality would come in handy. And of course, it did, but sometimes the things she would notice were… odd. For example, part of the crew (Arnold and Ruby included) were hired out to serve as security for some rich erenti politician who fancied themselves as this big “outdoorsy,” “in-touch-with-all-nature” type. Being so rich, and especially being such a prominent proponent in some particularly high-profile legistlation that was being hotly debated at the time, the campaign team decided extra security was a must during the photo shoot of the politician traipsing through the “wilderness” on Earth. It was literally just a ten-mentik drive outside a medium-sized human town, but there were lots of trees, bushes, and tall grass so it looked the part. At some point, while Arnold and the rest of the team patrolled the area, Ruby froze mid-step and leaned in to inspect a nearby bush. Everyone else stopped, thinking maybe Ruby had noticed some security risk. No. It was a tiny red bug with black spots. It wasn’t even a poisonous or otherwise dangerous bug. Lerk, one of the mahbens on the team could barely even see it against the greenery until Ruby let it walk onto her fingers. It was so small, and surrounded by so many other things vying for attention, yet she spotted it immediately as she was patrolling!

That wasn’t the only thing Arnold found odd about Ruby. She was often rather forgetful. It wasn’t like she forgot about meetings or how to do her assigned tasks, nothing super important. Instead, she would forget what she was talking about in the middle of a sentence. And don’t even get him started on how many times he’d seen Ruby walk into a room, stop, and look around with a confused look on her face. When asked, she’d say that she forgot what she came in for and then would leave to “retrace her steps to remember.” There was one day during training someone pointed out a huge dark bruise on Ruby’s arm. She was in the middle of a rowing exercise and as she extended her arm, her sleeve pulled up enough for it to be seen. Ruby claimed it was the first time she’d even noticed it. That seemed absolutely preposterous! It was on her upper arm, just under the shoulder and it was dark. Super dark. Arnold knew enough about human health to know that the bruise was already pretty old at that point, it was large and purple, with a bit of green around the edges. Ruby claimed she not only hadn't seen it before that moment but also that she had no idea where such a bruise would have come from! Humans were weird. And Arnold just figured that Ruby was an especially weird one.

Arnold shut the drawer he’d spent the last 5 mentiks searching through. He’d misplaced his lucky pin. It wasn’t in its normal spot because he’d given it a shine before lunch. He remembered setting it down for just a moment. Somewhere where it wouldn’t be bothered. Somewhere where he thought he’d easily remember. Now he couldn’t remember where that ��somewhere” was and he was scheduled for a mission soon. Arnold shook his head and walked along, scanning all countertops, tables, shelves, etc. as he went. Nothing. Maybe he’d check the rec room. As he entered, he immediately noticed it was already occupied by a few of his teammates. “You ready for tonight, Arnold?” Human Gustavo called out from the lounge in the corner. Arnold nodded. “Just about. I can’t find my lucky pin though. Have you seen it?” He tapped on his lapel where he usually wore it. Human Gustavo and mahben Lerk shook their heads but got up and began looking around. “Is it yellow and white?” another voice piped up. Arnold looked over to the opposite side of the rec room. It was human Ruby. She was standing in the small kitchenette area in her on-duty uniform, holding a bottle with a dark red label that she’d clearly been drinking from. He’d seen that drink before. Human Gustavo had ordered a large case of them last megacycle and “stashed” them away. The beverage contained large amounts of a dangerous chemical commonly referred to as “caffeine,” and was thusly banned. It wasn’t dangerous to humans, however, so they often smuggled it. Half the time they weren’t even discrete about it. Instead of exploding their hearts or driving them into paranoid anxiety attacks, it just gave them more energy and made them more alert, so management never said or did anything. The only unspoken rule was that the drinks were not shared among the rest of the team. Ruby, being human, should be fine to drink the beverage, but…

Ruby looked at him staring at her. “What? Gus said I could have one." “That has caffeine in it!” Arnold choked. “You already have so much energy! That’s got to be the last thing you need right now!” He knew they shared a schedule tonight. A super hyped-up human would not be conducive to their mission. Ruby looked a bit confused for a moment. “It’s fine, Arnie. I’ll be fine! This,” she held up the bottle in her hand, “helps me focus. I don’t drink it all that often, but my med delivery is a bit late, so a bit of caffeine kind of helps.” Even Human Gustavo could read the disbelief on Arnold’s face as he walked toward one of the lower storage closets and retrieved another, identical bottle from one of his “stashes.” “It’s true,” Gustavo opened the bottle which gave a short hiss. “Most people get a lot of energy, but caffeine doesn’t affect her the same way.” He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a big gulp, followed by a dramatic, “Ahhh! What a shame. So sad.” Ruby rolled her eyes and took a small drink from her bottle. “It’s not a bad thing. Or a good thing. It just is what it is. It’s how my cute little ADHD brain works.”

The two humans started laughing and teasing. Mahben Lerk shook his head as he continued to try looking around for the almost-forgotten lucky pin. “Oh!” Ruby started. “I nearly forgot! I saw a yellow and white pin somewhere recently! Hold on, let me think… it was on a counter with a sink. I remember there was a large bright light because it made the pin very shiny... it was catching a lot of light... and I liked the color. Is that the one you’re looking for?” Everyone looked to Arnold. That did sound like his lucky pin. By a sink? “Ah, I remember now.” He turned and went down the hall to check the washroom. Sure enough, there was his pin. He must have set it down after shining it when he was trying to get some excess polish off his hands. He grabbed it and walked back into the rec room.

“Was it there?” “You found it?” Arnold held up his lucky pin to confirm it had been found and then looked to Ruby. “You noticed this little pin even though it wasn’t yours and you didn’t know I was looking for it?” He didn't mention how she only remembered small details where she’d seen it. It was enough for him to find it and he was indebted to her after all. “Yeah, I do that all the time,” Ruby shrugged. “It drives me nuts when I only remember random details about things I’m looking for sometimes, but I guess some clues are better than none. “Yes, that's true."He paused. Something she'd said earlier intrigued him but he didn't want to be rude. "And that is a common occurrence? With the A-D- uh… the thing you said about your brain?” “ADHD, and yeah, kind of common, at least for me." She folded her arms and gave an exasperated sigh. "Especially when I haven’t been able to take my medications for it. Like, I still remember things, but it feels harder, muddier, if that makes sense?” Arnold nodded. He wasn’t sure what mud had to do with memory, but he thought he understood the idea of what she was explaining. “And that…the ADHD... that’s why the caffeine affects you differently than the other humans?” It was mind-boggling to him that the same chemicals and medications could have such wildly different results in humans. How did they know how anything would work for anyone? “Yeah,” Ruby nodded casually, “Instead of getting an energy buzz, I get a boost of dopamine, which my brain naturally doesn’t produce enough of on its own. Caffeine helps calm me down a bit and focus more. But,” she paused, “it doesn’t always work the same way for everyone. Brains are complicated. Like, it took a while for my doctor and I to find the right dosage of my meds, but we figured it out eventually. It's sometimes a bit of trial and error for people.” The conversation then turned to medications, to discussing reasons the shipment containing Ruby’s meds must have been delayed to comparing who had ever waited the longest for a shipment while off-world, to a back-and-forth mixture of complaining and gushing about how long or how quickly news and media were able to be transmitted throughout the star systems.

Arnold didn’t join in. His mind was elsewhere as he secured his lucky pin to its normal spot on his lapel. ‘Trial and error,’ ‘it doesn’t always work,’ ‘figuring it out eventually?’ By the stars! Human doctors must have their hands full trying to balance all the ways different things affect different humans! What could kill one human could probably save another. How did they figure all that out and keep everything straight? It was madness! An alert sounded from Arnold’s comm timer. It was time to get ready for the mission. Ruby heard it too and began disengaging from her conversation with Gustavo and Lerk. The two of them bid their teammates farewell as Ruby followed Arnold out of the rec room. They walked quietly for a while towards the briefing room where they’d go over last-minute notes and pick up any needed gear. Even though Ruby could have easily outpaced him with her longer legs, she stayed by his side. “Hey, before I forget to ask,” Ruby smiled, “did you have anything fun planned for tomorrow?” “Tomorrow?” Arnold frowned in confusion. “Well, we have our debriefing once we get back. I don’t have anything planned after that. Why? Is there another mission? They usually avoid having us doing back-to-back jobs.” “Oh. No, it’s not another mission. I just thought you might have something fun planned since tomorrow is your one solar-cycle anniversary of joining our team.” Arnold stopped. Was it? Had it already been a whole galactic-standard year? He’d been on several crews and teams so far in his career, but he’d never done anything special for any anniversaries. He’d hardly paid them much mind, let alone have someone else remember them! Ruby stopped as well. “I actually got you a gift. It’s nothing big or anything, but it’s something I thought you’d like. It’s just… it might be a bit late. It’s on the same shipment as my meds. Hopefully. I would have just waited to tell you about it when I gave it to you, but I just can’t wait anymore!”She watched his face for a reaction before smiling mischievously, “Don’t ask me what it is though, I won’t tell ‘till I give it to you. I’ll at least keep that much a secret.” Arnold wasn’t sure what to say. He stumbled out a “Than- thank you. You- you really didn’t have to get me anything. I was, uh, I was really not expecting anyone to remember. It’s not as if it’s some big milestone or anything.” “Oh I know,” Ruby’s smile got bigger. “But I wanted to! Humans usually celebrate birthdays, but when you have to start considering births, hatchings, emerging, constructions, and on and on, things get a bit complicated. So I decided to celebrate the anniversaries of when everyone joined the team!”

At that moment, a second alert sounded from Arnold’s comm timer. He always set two just in case he didn’t hear the first one. Ruby started walking toward the briefing room again. “Well, let me know if you do plan something tomorrow. We’d better get going though or we’ll be late for being early!” Arnold stared after her. She remembered his anniversary of joining the team? Not only that but had she actually memorized when everyone joined? She often forgot what time events were scheduled throughout the solar rotation. She sometimes forgot where she put her favorite pair of sunglasses until someone pointed out that they were resting on top of her head. Yet she remembered something so small as when he joined the team. He shook his head and started walking again. He didn’t want to miss being early. Humans, as individuals and as a whole, were so weird. He’d met so many, on so many different crews, but he had never before been quite so perplexed by one as he was with Ruby. Maybe he should plan something for tomorrow.

[whispersingojo]

You’re gonna be ok

Content ✮ angst, fluff, blood, medical equipment/hospitalization, teen!Satoru x teen!reader

Summary ✮ you were thrown into a coma instantly upon impact, your life flashing before your eyes while Satoru races against the clock to save your life, but at what cost?

Word count ✮ 3.8k

Feel free to read Part 1 to understand the story more!

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You felt at peace.

Weightless.

Calm.

Cold.

So…damn cold.

As you opened your eyes you found yourself in your childhood bedroom, well, one of many. The warm morning sun peaked through the curtains as the blew in the morning wind. The walls painted that terrible, sad yellow color. Your bookshelves filled with different stories from all over the world, written in all their different languages.

Your mother was a traveler. A woman who found all places on the earth her home. If she wasn’t touching the freshly cut grass between her toes, breathing in the cool, refreshing night air, she didn’t want it.

“Morning sweetie,” your mother spoke. You could hear her smile, “I got you some breakfast from the bakery! It’s your favorite!~” your mother came and sat on the bed with you.

You sat up so she wouldn’t sit on your feet. You held your hands out and she placed the pastry in your hands, crumbs falling all over your comforter.

You didn’t feel right, but you didn’t know why. You knew there was something off. You couldn’t remember how you got here or what happened before now. But you smiled, that feeling slowly slipping away, “thanks, mom. Looks amazing,” you took a bite of the pastry, taking in all the sweetness, all the saltiness.

“So…” your mothers face perked up, “what do you wanna do today?”

“Hm?” You responded, licking your thumb clean, “oh umm…I dont know. Maybe a walk?”

“Sounds perfect. While you finish up here, I’ll go get our stuff packed so we can catch our flight tonight, ‘kay?”

You loved your mother. The way she always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you laugh you felt you never could again. The way she always picked the best spot for brunch. It felt like you really needed that right now, but you couldn’t tell why.

Once you finished up the pastry, you sat up and began get ready for the day. You walked over to the bathroom, feeling the cold, small checker tiled floor beneath your toes. As you turned on the water, you felt your mothers eyes on you.

“Here’s so new clothing, thought you might need them before I closed up the suitcases. Just set your dirty ones out the door. Love you sweetie.”

“Thanks mom, love you too.”

As you began taking off your clothing, you heard someone yell your name in the distance. It sounded like they were scared? You snapped your head around, looking for whoever yelled for you. It didn’t sound like your mother, but it sounded like a man. A man you felt you’ve heard the voice of before, but couldn’t quite match a face to.

You shook off the feeling and finished getting undressed, throwing the clothing in front of the bathroom door.

Once your shower was over, you hopped out and began drying yourself off, then getting dressed.

As you brushed your teeth, you felt a pain in your chest. It was a light, easily forgettable pain. You rubbed your chest a little, trying to ease the soft ache. Soon enough it was gone.

You spat the toothpaste remnants into the sink and walked out, going to meet your mother by the front door. Of course she was there waiting for you. She helped you put away your toothbrush and some other toiletries, and rezipped the suitcase.

“Ready for our walk?”

“I was born ready,” the two of you laughed as you walked out the door.

(Y/n)!

It felt like you blinked and suddenly you were walking through a forest, listening to the trees hiss in the wind. As the mulch crunched between your shoes, you looked over at your mother, who was also enjoying the scenery and listening to the birds sing.

You began to remember more about the years you’ve spent with your mother traveling the world. The two of you started when you were very young, about 6 or 7.

She pulled you out of school, telling you that school was to restricting for a child as wonderous as you. You said goodbye to all your friends, and then you were off. You had to admit, you loved traveling with her. But you missed the mundane. You missed going to school, you missed homework and studying.

You stopped walking.

“Everything of sweetie?” Your mother asked you, turning around to face you.

“Mom…” your eyes welled up in tears.

“Oh sweetie what’s wrong?” She cupped your cheeks in the palms of her hands, wiping away the falling tears.

“I don’t wanna leave…”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” you choked on your tears, “I wanna start being normal again…I don’t wanna travel anymore. I wanna have real friends, a routine…I wanna have a boyfriend or a girlfriend…I wanna go to school and…and,” you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, falling to your knees. Your mother followed, “I know you must be upset- you must be thinking how ungrateful I am- how anyone my age would love to be doing what I’m doing but-“

“Sssssh baby it’s ok,” she brought you to her chest as you cried, and so did she, “I would never be upset with you for voicing your feelings baby…” she began to rock back and forth slightly, “I’ll do whatever in my power to give you everything and more of what you want, and I promise you that,” she pulled your face away from her chest, “I know someone who I can call who can get you back into schooling…you’re a very smart kid and I know you’ll do just fine without me,”

She pecked your forehead with a kiss, “don’t you forget about me, ok?”

“Ok…I love you mom,”

“I love you too, sweetie,”

So damn cold.

~~~ Satoru’s POV ~~~

It felt like Satoru couldn’t breathe. Satoru had been chasing around damn curse for what felt like hours to him, but finally it had been exercised. Satoru looked around at the destroyed neighborhood around him, watching as the sun finally began to shine over the buildings.

He spat blood onto the pavement, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Satoru gave myself a second to take a deep breathe and calm down, before remembering you were still bleeding to death.

He ran into a building he purposely lead the curse away from. Satoru had carried your body into a bedroom and laid you down so that youd be more comfortable. When he rushed in, it look liked you had thrown up more blood while unconscious.

This told him he had to act fast. He put to fingers to the nape of your neck and leaned in close to your mouth with his ear.

Your breath and heartbeat were so faint he could barely feel it.

“Please- hold on for me,” he scooped you into his arms, holding you tightly as he began to run.

He felt like he had never ran so fast in his life. Hot tears began forming in hiss eyes as he prayed to whatever the hell was up there to keep you alive. He gripped you tighter, holding you close to his chest.

As Satoru ran, he began to see Yaga in the distance, which surprised him, not expecting to see him here. He didn’t have time to think about that, he was just grateful to see him.

Yaga saw you in Satoru’s arms, and began yelling thing that Satoru couldn’t understand. When he reached them, a few medics ran up to him, but he couldn’t hear them. His ears were ringing, blocking all other noise.

One medic tried to take you from his arms, but he just held you closer to his chest. He didn’t allow anyone to take you away from him. Satoru looked down at your almost lifeless body, his tears falling onto your school uniform. Even in this state, you looked so beautiful.

Satoru fell to his knees, still holding you as tight. Your blood dripped slowly, trailing down Satoru’s hand and arms. He removed his hand from your lower back and pulled your face in close,

“please stay with me…I-“ he choked on his words, inhaling harshly, “I can’t do this without you…”

Yaga put a hand on Satoru’s shoulder, “the only way we’re gonna be able to save them is if you let us. That means you have to let go and let us take them back to the school,”

Satoru looked up at him, your blood and his tears smeared across his skin. He knew Yaga was right, but he was so scared that you’d disappear if he let go.

He looked down at you, taking in at his peaceful you looked, before slowing letting go in you.

The medics sprung into action, pulling you away from Satoru and into a medical van.

Yaga knelt down next to Satoru, reapplying his hand to his shoulder, “they’re gonna be fine- now get up and let’s get you back to the school as well.”

Not only was your life flashing before your eyes, so was his.

~~~ Your POV ~~~

“‘Toru! Fuck off!” You laughed as you were being soaked by a water gun.

“How about you fight back! I’m barely wet!” He continued chasing you around the courtyard, before his water gun eventually ran out of water.

You both looked at each other, standing completely still. You slowly began raising your water run and pointing it at him.

He put his hands and the water gun up, “hey now- we can talk about this,” Satoru slowly began to back up.

“Never!” You yelled, beginning to chase after him and spraying him.

You both laughed, enjoying the last day of year 3 in Jujutsu High. It had been pretty stress free the past couple of days, so you two wanted to make the best of it. You both tried to convince Suguru and Shoko to join, but they had already made plans to go into the city to shop.

So here you two were, playing like little kids with your water guns.

As you were chasing Satoru, you tripped on a rock and fell. You did your best to not catch yourself, not wanting to break your wrists trying. You hit the ground pretty hard, even slid a little.

Satoru stopped running, turning around to look at you. He laughed for a second, walking over to you, “you ok, short stuff?” He reached out his hand to you.

You looked up at him. You stared at him for a moment, admiring his blue eyes through his glasses. You began to admire other parts about him that you hadn’t noticed till now. How his lips seemed so soft, pondering how’d they tasted against yours. Your heart began to race with all these thoughts.

“What you staring at?”

“You of course, what else what I’d be admiring?”

“I’ve always loved how direct you are…now get up before Yaga finds us and yells at us,”

You took is hand, but instead of pulling yourself up, you pulled him down to you,

“Woah!” He yelped, landing right on top of you.

You two stared at one another for a moment. Your faces were so close you could feel one another’s breaths. Your face filled with blush, the tips of your ears grew hot, and so did Satoru.

You wanted to close the gap and kiss his seemingly soft lips so badly.

Satoru cleared his throat, “well uh- we should probably get dried off,”

“Right,”

Satoru pushed himself up and off of you, offering his hand. This time you took it and pulled yourself up. The two of you walked back in awkward silence to your rooms, parting ways without a word.

After you had gotten dried up, you began to wonder the halls in search of Satoru. Your hair was still damp, unable to completely dry your it. You walked for a little before bumping into Suguru, who was just about to enter into his room.

“Suguru!” You ran up to him, “how was your shopping trip with Shoko?”

He looked over to you with the same bland and expression, but smiled like he was happy to see you, “it was good. Shoko got you something, so you should talk to her before she goes to bed.”

“Aww that’s so nice of her, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. Hey have you seen Satoru? I have to talk to him.”

“Oh, well I haven’t seen him actually. But I would try the roof, he likes to sit up there sometimes.”

“Got it, thank you so much, Suguru!” You waved him off and you went to search for Satoru.

As you made it to the top of the roof, you could see Satoru sitting on the ledge. He had one leg dangling off and the other perched up close to his chest.

“Hey, pancake,” Satoru could sense you standing behind him.

“That’s a new one,” you giggled, taking a seat next to him, “beautiful sunset.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Satoru leaned his head to look at you.

“‘Toru…”

“Yeah?”

You looked over at him, the sun dancing delicately over his skin. He looked so perfect, “what are we?”

He was a bit taken aback by what your question, “what do you mean?”

“I mean…” you sighed, not wanting to explain yourself, “what am I to you? What are we? I’m starting to get confused…”

Satoru looked away, blush forming lightly on his cheeks, “I don’t know…” he mumbled, “what do you want us to be?” He looked back at you.

You looked down over the edge, swinging your feet and avoiding eye contact, “maybe…” your hand inched closer to his, “maybe I want something more?” You finally looked at him, watching as the suns night orange dimmed against him.

“I’m sorry but…I don’t think I’m quite ready for a relationship…” he replied, grabbing your hand, “but I wouldn’t mind being closer to you, in due time.”

You looked away, small tears forming in your eyes. You felt regretful, “ok, I’ll wait for you then, ok?”

Satoru put his arm around you, pulling you in close, “ok…”

As you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, when you reopened then a bright light blinded you. You squinted, unable to handle this bright light. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light.

As your eye’s adjusted, you realized you were in a hospital room and on a ventilator. You had very little memory of what happened before you ended up here, it was all a blur. You attempted to move your head, your neck was stiff and ached. You were able to see all the machines you were hooked up to. You guessed that whatever had happened to you was pretty major.

You turned your head to the other side, seeing Satoru asleep in a reclining chair with a blanket over him. He was facing towards you, so you were able to see his face. You noticed how dry his eyes looked, he must of been crying a whole lot. You tried to move your arm to reach out to him, but you were far too weak.

You resorted to making small grunting sounds, hoping it would wake him up. His eyes shot open immediately, sitting up.

“You’re awake, holy shit you’re away!” He jumped out of the recliner, nearly tripping as he came out to you.

You gave him an extremely weak smile, which he smiled back at, “I’m gonna go get a doctor- so we can get that thing out of you,” he leaned down, giving you a kiss on your forehead and ran out of the room yelling for someone.

When the doctor came in, he was a bit shocked to say the least. He came up to you, putting on gloves, “well hello there! How you feeling?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, knowing you can’t respond.

The doctor chuckled, “yeah I figured you’d give me that look. How about we get this ventilator out of ya’. How does that sound?”

You gave a weak nod as he undid the straps, “now this is gonna be less than comfortable, so don’t hit me when we’re done,” the doctor began pulling the tube out, which made you gag and cough. Once it was out, you let out one last hearty cough before laying your head back down. That throughly sucked.

“So I want to talk about what happened, so that you’re all caught up,” the doctor pulled up a chair next to your bed and sat down.

You looked over at Satoru, who looked down at you at the same time. He gave you a smile, clasping his hand over yours. You had regained enough strength to grip it gently. You looked back at the doctor, ready to listen.

“So when you two were fighting the cursed spirit, you had been hit right through the chest into both of your lungs. That alone should’ve killed you pretty quickly. But because of your cursed technique, you went into fight and solidified your blood around the holes, keeping you alive just long enough to make it here.”

You were pretty shocked to hear that, not knowing your curse techniques was capable of something like that.

“Though, you did get thrown into a tree, which broke your neck upon impact. Between you laying there and getting here, something had happened and it caused you to be temporarily paralyzed from the waist down,” the doctor spoke in a soft tone, knowing this news was going to be hard to hear, “but with some physical therapy, you’ll be back to good a new!”

You let out a sigh of relief, looking back over at Satoru with a smile. But your smile faded when you noticed-

He wasn’t looking at you.

“I’ll give you to some time to yourselves. I’ll be back in later with the physical therapist team,” the doctor preceded to get up and leave, closing the door behind him.

“‘Toru?” You rasped out, your voice extremely harsh.

“I’m sorry…” his voice sounded so harsh, shaky. Was he crying?

“For what? You didn’t do-“

“I’m the reason you’re paralyzed…I was so stupid,” he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, “I was just so scared of loosing you I went as fast as I could back to everyone…” he was sobbing at this point.

Your heart broke seeing him like this. You never wanted to see him cry, let alone be so upset with himself.

“You’ve been in a coma for month, the doctors told me you might never wake up…I couldn’t stand myself- how careless I was with you. I’ve spent every waking moment in this hospital waiting for you to wake up,” he looked back at you, his cheeks stained with tears, “I’m sorry you must hate me,”

“I could never hate you,” you responded, pushing yourself up in the bed with what little strength you had, “I’m here now, aren’t I? You saved me regardless of whether or not you think so,” you put a hand to his cheek.

He leaned into it, putting his hand over yours, “I was so scared…” his eyes were tightly closed, stopping himself from crying.

“I said I’d wait for you didn’t I?” You began crying too, but because you were happy to be alive. Happy to be here with him.

He looked at you and laughed quietly, “yeah…and you better not ever break that promise.”

“I could never,” you smiled up at him.

You two laughed and cried happy tears for a bit. You hoped to heal the part of him that hated himself for everything that happened. But you were taking it one step at a time, pun intended. You had started physical therapy not long after you woke up. They allowed Satoru to help you too, as per your request of course. He couldn’t join you every day, since he had missions to attend. But you worked extra hard on the days he wasn’t there, wanting to be stronger and get stronger.

Soon enough you had started walking without the bars, only needing people to hold your hands. Satoru wasn’t here during this time, being sent out on a month long mission. You had made a ton of progress, working towards being able to walk without help.

You told Satoru that you’d meet him by the front door of the hospital when he came back, which you were doing now.

“Mmmmm I’m getting nervous,” you began tapping your fingers together as you waited

Shoko chuckled, “just be patient. Oh look at that he just texted me-“

“What he say?”

“He said he’s here what did you think he texted me,”

“Oh-“ you giggled to yourself.

Shoko walked out the glass front doors to meet Satoru outside. You saw them talking, then open the doors to come in.

“Now you stay here?” Shoko said, taking a step away from him.

“Why?” Satoru looked confused

“Because,” Shoko gestured over to you, who was now standing on their own.

Satoru looked shocked, not expecting this at all.

“Hi ‘Toru,” tears filled your eyes as you walked up to. You cupped his cheeks in your palms, wiping away his falling tears, “I got discharged today…I can come back to Jujutsu High,”

Satoru hugged you tightly, burying his face into the nape of your neck, “I’m so happy I didn’t lose you…”

You hugged back just as tight, “you could never lose me…”

You two stood there for a second in each others embrace, before pulling away. You started at each other, happy tears your eyes.

Satoru put a hand to your cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing your skin, “I love you.” he spoke softly, only loud enough for you to hear.

Blush scattered over your face, “am I finally done waiting?” You asked quietly, getting a bit excited.

“Yep, you are,” he leaned in close and kissed you. His lips were soft and sweet, just like how you thought they’d be. You leaned into the kiss, taking in this moment thoroughly. He was so gentle with you ever since the accident, but he was especially gentle with you now.

He leaned away, your faces both full of blush. Satoru began placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle, “will you be mine?”

“Mmmm I don’t know, what’s the pay like?”

“Oh fuck you,” he let go of you and turned around, “let’s go going Shoko.”

Shoko laughed, “ok,”

“Wait no I was joking!” You tried to keep up with them but you were to weak to run.

Satoru looked back at you, reaching his hand out you.

You smiled, reaching out and grabbing it tightly. He intertwined your fingers together, walking slowly with you behind Shoko.

You were happy, extremely happy actually. You leaned into Satoru, as did he into you. You knew you had a long way to go before you’d be able to go back on missions, but you were ok with that. As long as you had Satoru and the rest of your friends by your side, you knew you were gonna be ok.

“I love you too, Satoru.”

[loverangels]

hey love -

can u write something for Evan rosier x fem!reader?

Maybe where reader is Sirius’s cousin/sis. And she’s a gryffindor?

Maybe an enemies to lovers?

thanks 💕

skinny dipping

Pairings- evan rosier x gryffindor!reader

summary- insufferable evan rosier is sure on annoying you with his humiliating pranks.

tropes- enemies to lovers, fluff

warnings- mentions of sex, language, some slut shaming, mentions of stripping this is also my first time so I hope you enjoy! :)

a/n- also if you guys have any ideas or requests please feel free to send them 🫡

its a bit like a drabble and I apologise for that 😞

ever since first year Evan Rosier has been set on annoying with his insufferable remarks, and poor attempt and flirting.

Not only that, but he also seems to enjoy watching you being humiliated by mucliber, who absolutely adores you.

'Y/n!' Mucliber calls out skipping down the halls, jumping onto the gryffindor table, receiving glares and disgusted looks from your fellow mates and class fellows, laying on the table infront of you resting his face on his hand, smirking.

'oh Black will you do me the favour of going out with me to hogsmeade?' He asks waiting answer.

a dreadful beat of silence passes.

you roll your eyes used to his antics, 'bog off mucliber' you say as you stand up hollering your bag over your shoulder, walking out the hall brushing off the burning gazes. You end up catching evans eyes as you walk out his jaw clenched before catching your gaze he instantly smirks. A bit too much.

you sigh.

another day, another one of muclibers attempt at asking you out. It's been two years however he somehow doesn't get the hint. You curse angrily under your breath, as you walk outside towards the great lake.

You set your bag down as you sit at your spot, resting against the tree.

You hear someone behind you, and you turn around to see your older brother.

'you do know I can beat him up for you?' Sirius jokes as you notices your fingers tugging at the grass.

he adds noticing your face 'not that you can't take care of him on your own, it's just my duty you know?'

'i know it's just he can't seem to to get the fucking hint!.' you scoff

'he's a twat dont worry though I'm sure me, prongs and moony can come up with a way to shutting him up. We can always black mail him into leaving you alone or we'll tell everyone his mum stills bathes him.' he states smirking.

You shoot up almost toppling over as you choke on your saliva holding onto the tree for support.

You gasp for breath as sirius calmy pats your back, well I better get back to the boys, james probably doing some stupid shit right now, better join him before he gets detention without me' he brings before kissing your forehead before sprinting towards the castle.

You look around the grounds to see it empty, it's a free period, although it's slightly unusual there's no one outside.

you hesitate before pulling off your uniform off piling them on your bag, leaving you in your black lace bra and matching underwear. you head for the lake slowly stepping into the water chilly at first touch you slowly drunk the rest of your body into the water. you quicky submerge your whole body in and swim for a while, ridding any thoughts you had, instantly soothed at the warming water and the sun peeking out.

you grab your wand from the edge fo the lake going to retrieve your clothes and get out the lake before you notice your clothes missing. you gaze around carefully before you notice your clothes are actually missing.

fuck.

worryingly, you look around everywhere still floating in the water.

tears prick your eyes frustrated as you huff bawling your fists, before you hear a stupid snicker.

one you'd notice anywhere.

evan fucking rosier.

you look up as you consciously wrap your arms around the upper part of your body that is visible.

you meet his stupid crystal blue ocean like eyes-

'missing something?' he smirks mockingly as he dangles your uniform from his long slender fingers.

'oh don't be so immature rosier and pass me my fucking clothes.' you hiss wiping away your loose black curls from your cheek.

'say please' he grins.

you roll your eyes, growing more frustrated.

'0h fuck you rosier' you spit

'wouldnt you like that'

'what?'

'you heard me. Bet you spread your fucking legs if I asked hm?'

'whats your fucking problem?!' you exclaim confused.

'will you? Will you spread your fucking legs for me if I asked? What about now? What if I asked for your pink lips to wrap around my dick and take it like a good girl?' he spits

your chest grows heavy as you feel sick

'stop it!'

immediately his stomach drops as guilt crawls it's way into his throat.

'fuck you know I didn't mean that.'

you turn around as you try to even your breathing closing your eyes.2

before you can turn your back you head a splash of water and evan missing you look around waiting for him to submerge from the water only to be meeted with silence.

'rosier?' you call out as eery silence creeps into your ears.

'ok haha so funny you can come out you call out as you open your arms calling into the water.

you feel a lump in your throat as nothing happens.

'evan? evan come on, oh my god' your voice wavers as your hands shake.

you quickly reach to the edge of the lack about to get out and change and run to the castle for help before you feel something tug your ankle, before fully pulling you into the water.

your scream as your ears ring, but your under water.

there's no one to hear you.

all of a sudden the thing stops pulling you and you raise to the top of the water gasping heavily as tear roll down your face.

as you submerge youre met with evan grinning, his face dripping as well before dropping softly as he notices your tears and scared gaze.

your blood boils as you glare at him, sniffling, swimming past him, not getting anyway as he pulls you into his chest, one hand on your waist.

'rosier you dick you fucking-'

'you know I didn't mean that.'

'what?'

he sighs running a hand over his face as he swallows

'im sorry. I didn't mean that i wasn't thinking probably and I let my jealousy get the best of me I don't think of you like th-'

'jealousy?' you ask your eyes widen as your chest contracts.

'yes fuck!' he swallows hardly ' I got jealous. fucking Mucliber getting all in your face..'

you zone out as you just stare at him ranting watching him looking anywhere but at you as he rubs the back of his neck, you at his perfectly fine torso and abs to his strong muscular arms and pretty pink lips and long lashes and his ocean eyes-

'take a picture it'll last longer' he teases

you snap out of your trance blushing and growing flustered looking away.

hes fingers leave the back of his neck to your chin as he tilts your face gently to meet your gaze.

'can I kiss you?', he whispers carefully, not wanting to scare you off holding you as if he's scared of you slipping through his fingers.

you nod your head quickly before pressing your lips over his.

you sigh contently into the kiss as your hands grab his shoulders his hands cupping your face.

after a few minutes you break away, which felt like hours, the both of you gasp as you rest your head against his

'fuck I've been waiting to do that for five years' he states adorably before pressing his lips against yours again.

[manmadeandbeyond]

[your other you] // a severance x reader fanfic, epilogue

🐐 SYNOPISIS: At your aunt’s funeral, a man you don’t know stops you – he says they worked together. He says he can answer your questions about Lumon. ⚠️TAGS: Canon-divergent, Mystery, Conspiracy, Existential Dread, Unsettling Imagery.

previous chapter // masterlist

The chapel’s shadow stretches over the lawn behind you, swallowing names carved in stone. The air smells like old flowers and damp grass. Someone’s crying softly a few rows back. You keep walking.

You’re halfway down the gravel path when you hear footsteps behind you.

“I won’t keep you long,” the man says.

He’s well-dressed – dark overcoat, expensive shoes with scuffed toes. The kind of shoes meant for office carpets, but he clearly walks in them, walks more than people with shoes like that usually do.

He’s maybe a little older than you, hard to tell. His posture’s quiet, composed. You wonder if he’s a lawyer or a doctor, he looks like someone used to delivering bad news in courtrooms or hospitals – places where people lie with manners.

"I worked with your aunt,” he says. “Back when she was on the force."

You glance at his outstretched hand but don’t shake it. You don’t know him. You’re not in the mood to pretend.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “We weren’t close, really.”

He nods, accepts that.

"I know."

You’re about to keep walking when he adds:

“I also know you work for Lumon.”

That stops you. A tightness catches in your throat. You turn slightly, eyes sweeping toward the cemetery gate. No one. Just headstones, crows, and the last of the light slipping behind the trees.

"How do you know that?"

He shrugs. "Your aunt and I kept in touch. Even after they took her badge."

"They didn’t take her badge. She retired."

He lets it hang. Doesn’t argue.

“I was hoping you’d have a coffee with me,” he says. “Not now. Another day. I’m in town for a little while.”

You take him in. Clean-shaven, sharp face and sharp eyes. You can’t place him. Is he with Lumon? Are they onto you? Did they find out about you and Milchick?

"Why would I?"

"I think you should. In case you ever wondered what they really do down there."

He takes a card from his coat pocket. Holds it out between two fingers. No name, no logo. Just an address and a time. Thursday, 9:30 a.m. Some café off the highway. One of those dying plazas that never quite shut down.

“I can answer some of your questions. If you answer some of mine.”

You take it without thinking. You don’t say you’ll go.

“You’ve seen more than you think,” he says. “And you’re not alone in wondering if any of it made sense.”

You study the card. When you look up, he’s already walking away. 

You don’t decide right away.

You go home. You sit with your cousin in silence. She doesn’t want to talk, and you don’t make her. You know that particular brand of grief, so you clean the dishes without asking, make sure she’s eaten, keep the house quiet. That’s the trick, really – not comforting people. Just not making it worse.

Two days later, you find yourself parked outside a grim little café with flickering fluorescent lights and too many dead bugs on the windowsill.

He’s already there, waiting with two black coffees.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, sliding one across the table.

You sit.

He doesn’t launch into anything right away. Doesn’t push. Just sips his drink and waits until the silence gets still enough for him to speak.

“I’m not here to scare you,” he says. “Or to convince you of anything you don’t want to hear.”

He starts slowly. Careful with his words. He doesn’t outright say Lumon is evil. He says it started on broken moral ground and built a fortress from there. That what they do to Innies – the erasure, the split – is just a new face on an old cruelty.

“They say they’re saving the world,” he says.  “But they’re reshaping it in their image. And people don’t see it until it’s already changed them.”

You don’t interrupt. You wait. Eventually, he leans back. Watches your face.

“Your mother ever told you about the Murray case?”

You shake your head.

He looks surprised. Not like you’re lying, more like he’s realizing how much you don’t know.

“I thought maybe she would've,” he says. “Guess not.”

He sits straight and tells you the story.

“There was this guy,” he says. “Lumon employee. Lab tech, not corporate. Started bothering people in his neighborhood. Ranting. Paranoid. One day, he disappears.”

He rubs a thumb along the rim of his cup.

“Your aunt and I went to his apartment. He was already gone, but the place… it was a wreck. Piles of junk, papers, dead insects. Felt like walking into a crazy person's brain. Not just messy. Wrong.”

You try to picture the apartment. Picture your aunt at the doorway, trying not to breathe in.

“Next day, the case disappears. Officially archived. Lumon takes over the scene. All of it, gone, sealed.”

He waits, measuring your expression.

“But she didn’t stop,” he goes on. “Ms. Anderson, she couldn’t let it go. And I didn’t want her to go alone… We followed a lead out to some farm property. Middle of nowhere. That’s where we found him.”

You don’t breathe.

“He wasn’t alone. Bunch of others living out there. Looked like a cult. All of them obsessed with Kier. Worship-level obsessed. The guy was weeks from death, dehydrated, delusional. We got him out. Or tried to. He went there on purpose. Said he was offering himself to Kier. A sacrifice.”

He stops talking.

“That was one of the worst nights of my life,” he says quietly. “I’ll spare you the rest.”

You glance down at your coffee. It’s gone cold.

“Your aunt lost her job the next day. She never said I was there. Took the fall alone. Your mom stepped in, made them go easy on her. The deal was: keep quiet. Stay out of Lumon’s way. I went federal after that. Couldn’t let it go. Took me years to piece it together.”

You try to remember the last time you saw your aunt and your mother in the same room. But you were fifteen then, and the memories blur. You remember the fight in the kitchen. Raised voices. Your mom slamming a door. You didn’t ask.

“Why are you telling me this?”

He exhales.

“Because, years later, I started seeing connections. Patterns. That guy? Murray? Turns out he’d been working in a Lumon lab with heavy chemical exposure. One of several. Every single person on that farm had a story like his. All of them former employees. All of them lost to the same machine.”

He looks at you like he’s checking your reaction.

“That wasn’t a one-off. It’s everywhere. Different names, different faces. Same rot. Someone has to stop it.”

The café is nearly empty now. Just an old couple eating toast and the hum of the soda machine.

He flips the card over, writes a name in neat, controlled print.

“Take your time to think about it, and if you want in,” he says, “she’ll know what to do with you.”

You take the card. You don’t promise anything, but when you leave, you don’t throw it away.

[lazycats-stuff]

I'd like to see how batfam deal with babybat (not necessarily baby like 4 or 5) that's obsessed with video games? Like first thing he does in the morning is turn on his playstation before he even has breakfast or anything, maybe Bruce takes him out to get some outside time but instead he's just pointing out how some things look like this certain game he played etc, and basically the only way his brothers can interact with him is if they asked to play with him

Alrighty. (Y/N) needs to touch grass also.

Summary: (Y/N) is obsessed with video games. That is not really a good thing.

Warnings: (Y/N) is a gaming kid, obsession with video games, possible addiction?, author doesn't know, Bruce trying to fix that obsession.

Bruce kind of regretted buying his youngest son PlayStation. He thought that it would be something that everyone could enjoy. Bruce however, prohibited Fortnite. Not happening. That was the only game that wasn't going be in the manor.

They had some multiplayer games, some solo games in different genres that everyone could enjoy. But (Y/N) got obsessed with video games. Bruce thought that it was something normal, kids are usually obsessed with them.

But (Y/N)?

This was not good. It was very bad in fact. Bruce was lowkey horrified at how (Y/N) couldn't start his day without starting the PlayStation. Bruce was worried about it. His solution?

Take down the screen time and make him read more. Also, he would have to restrict the time on the PlayStation in order to achieve this. It wasn't going to be easy, but getting him go out. He talked to the rest of the members of the family and they have agreed to help him.

Bruce was going to get ready for a long process. He researched and looked for the ways how to help his son and he was now officially ready. The others were ready too.

It started easily enough. Bruce had set firm boundaries with the play time. There were set hours and (Y/N) was nowhere near happy. But he couldn't do anything.

Also, Bruce said that he would have to read for an hour and go outside for an hour. Alfred would make sure of it. And if there was one person that (Y/N) didn't mess with, that was Alfred. He was tough and strict when he needed to be and (Y/N) knew he stood no chance with Alfred.

And that's why (Y/N) was outside with Jason, who tried to get him to do some sort of physical activity.

" Look Jay. " (Y/N) said, pointing at something at the tree line. Jason frowned.

" It reminds me of a game. "

Jason didn't know what to say to that. His little brother had an obsession and Jason was shocked. Tim is an angel compared to (Y/N). An angel.

" Nice. " Jason mumbled, kind of worried. " How about we look for Titus? " Jason said, running. (Y/N) huffed, but ran with Jason. Jason saw the Great Dane and the Great Dane saw him too. Titus immediately started running past Jason, running towards (Y/N), circling him while the little boy laughed.

Jason stopped, watching as the two ran. He looked at the Garden where Damian was.

" He is going to be running for hours. " Damian said, bringing his teacup to his lips.

" Yup. " Jason said, chuckling.

And Damian was right. (Y/N) ran for hours and was so exhausted that he could barely keep his head up. During dinner his head was dropping and Alfred had to keep his head up in order for Bruce too feed him.

They couldn't let him go to bed without diner. The others were cracking up at the sight.

" I think that the detox is going well. " Alfred said, an amused smile on his face. Bruce nodded, putting the spoon to (Y/N)'s mouth. (Y/N) opened his mouth and chewed.

" It is. Titus is going to be happy with how much more playtime he is going to get. " Damian chimed in and the said dog walked into the dining room. He nudged (Y/N)'s little hand and (Y/N) seemed more awake.

For a second.

" I think he ate enough. " Bruce said, picking his son up. He put him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started carrying him to bed.

Maybe he will finally get enough sleep tonight.

[thechaoticplayer]

Eating His Prey

author's note: I really wanted to write a fic about Ike, more specifically sadistic and yandere Ike because holy shit it was kinda hot what he was doing sheeeeeesh Summary: Being such a sly (apparently my keyboard wanted to make you slay so you're also very slay) and mischievous little fox you are, you decide to mess around in a wolf's territory. However, you're in for a wild reality check... Contains: degrading oh wow, dom Ike, hes literally using you, and all that spicy stuff mmm

Hunting in the wolf's territory was an adventure within itself, the new terrain and yummy prey was something that you desired very much. Besides, wouldn't be fun to mess around a bit? You are a great predator yourself, enjoying making your prey squeak and cry underneath your arms. You'd drag out their suffering for a good while. It was all fun and games for you.

You are currently traipsing through the forest full of crowded trees, scattered patches of sunlight kissing the grass floor. You finished having a good meal of a rabbit, a cute little thing you almost felt bad for devouring. Your nose quivered, sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Wolf scent. But your senses told you he was away at the moment. You grin, lips pulled back to reveal canine teeth. His little home! Maybe you could get some sort of rabbit shit and litter it all across his home. Maybe you could build a little fort out of sticks for him.

You dart in and out bushes with ease, your feet silently tapping the ground. Your prey hardly ever heard you coming, which was fortunate and unfortunate at once. Unaware little things. Thank god you were an excellent predator and not some weak ass prey!

You find yourself at the mouth of a cave, looking awfully gloomy inside. You sniff once more. Yup, his scent is much stronger here. Without a care in the world, you skip on inside.

It was very dark for a good few feet, your night vision clicking in after a few seconds. Bones lay scattered across the cave floor: skulls, ribs, femurs, arms. Some even arranged in twisted ways, like horrific art. Wolf must be some sort of sick freak. Not like you were anyone to judge. But still. Freak.

But it gradually began to get brighter, and you walk faster, you didn't want to dilly dally after all. You emerge within a bigger room, with a hole on the ceiling like a window. You notice there was no patch of leaves or soft grass for rest (what the fuck does he actually sleep on this hard ass rock? The wolf is literally a psycho) and surprisingly, no weird bone art. Just tallies on the wall, made with his claw you presumed, lining the walls. Several rows after row. What is this? his body count?

Eh. you don't care. You just wanna create a mess out of his home.

You drag some of the bones from the corridor and toss them around. Snapping some in half and creating your own work of art. You giggle as you line up some bones, a picture of a cock on his floor now. Your tail swishes back and forth with excitement. Perhaps you should go back to the riverbed, gather some mud and plaster it all over the wolf's walls. A nice touch to such a bland room.

You turn your head and freeze. Your heart rate increases.

The wolf himself is here, staring you down with golden eyes. Glowing from the darkness, expression blank as he watched you. Caught-red handed. How long was here there anyway? How did you not hear his entrance? as for the smell, his scent was all over the place, and it is very strong. Luck was simply not on your side.

"Well well well," the grey wolf chuckles darkly, sending electricity down your spine. Instinct told you to run your ass out of there, but you froze, out of fear. "What's a little fox doing here in my domain? Wrecking my home, hm?"

You say nothing, eyes glancing behind him. The only exit. A laugh, as he approaches still.

"Since we are going to get very acquainted, my name is Ike Eveland," the wolf says cheerfully and you furrow your brows because what the hell? "And now, answer me this: what gave you the idea to come here? Death wish?"

"...b-because i wanna," your shaky voice replies and you clear your throat. You straighten your body and stare back at him, never backing down. Not too some puny wolf. "I go wherever I want."

Ike tsks at you, stalking closer. "Now now, I like the confidence yes, but do you realise your situation, dear?" He smiles, sharp teeth bared. "I'm going to eat you alive."

Finally, he launches himself at you, claws glinting in the sunlight. Immediately your legs tense and push you, sprinting below him out of the room and into the corridor. Your heart roars in your ears as you run as far as you possibly can out of the cave, breathing heavily.

What a fucking insane little shit! He was definitely a bit smaller than other wolves you met, but something about the way his sinister gaze sent shivers down your spine. You hated to admit it, but the wolf was actually pretty intimidating. His eyes were such a lovely shade of gold though...

You shake your head and keep running, hopping through a small river to make him lose your scent. You turn towards another direction, toward the familiar big tree you liked to lean against when you wanted to think. It was a good distance from the wolf's territory, so you should be fine. Besides, why would Ike come all the way over here for one silly fox? Heh.

You arrive at the foot of the tree and plop down, regaining your oxygen. Damn, you've never ran so much in your life. You curl your fluffy tail around you, plucking out leaves. Your beating heart slowed a bit as relief flooded your veins. That was simply a vibe check from the gods above. You have learned to stay away from there in the near by future, because if you went there again, you wouldn't have a future.

You lean down with the balls of your hand on the grass, stretching with your ass in the air and felt every bone crack in your back. You sigh contently. It has always felt good to do that after a run.

Your ear twitched and a sound of rustling bushes interrupts your stretch. You sit back, suddenly alert. You sniff the air, but only smell your wet fur. You survey your surroundings, and seeing nothing. A squirrel? However, you stayed cautious and kept your ears open.

While you were cleaning your teeth, another sound, the noise of a twig snapping under a huge weight. It is closer to you than before.

With no warning, you high-tail it out of there, not even turning to see who it is because you could already tell by that menacing aura alone. The grey wolf is hunting you.

"Go away!" you shout, shooting through bushes and swerving around thick trees. "Go find some dumb rabbit to devour!"

"You're much more intriguing!" Ike calls, and you're startled by how you can't hear his footsteps and yours is loud as shit. "Let's play a game, huh?"

"I don't play no games!" You snap, diving into a fox hole made from another fox and scurrying through the small tunnel. He couldn't get through because he's too large! ha!

"It'll be fun!" He calls from outside the tunnel. "Let's play hide and seek, little one!" Ike sings, and you find it oddly pretty.

Dude, really?

You shoot out the other end and continue sprinting. Fuck out of here with that hide and seek nonsense!

"I'll be the seeker," Ike says from behind, startling so much you almost stumble. "I'll give you some time to hide!"

His voice fades and you glance over your shoulder. Gone. Kapoof. Finally, holy shit, his presence was getting annoying as shit. Wait. Is he actually going to play hide and seek?

You curse in your mind, running as far as your legs could carry. You pause, chest heaving as you breath rapidly through your mouth. You turn in a circle, attempting to find a good hiding spot. You spy a big tree with a hollow center, obscured by a flower bush. It is right by a river too!

You dive into the hole without delay and try to rein in your breathing. You quickly adjust the bush so it didn't look like it was rammed through. It was not long before you felt that ominous presence again, your tail poofing up instantly.

"Little fox, where are you?" Ike coos from a good distance away. You cover your mouth with both hands. "You're a sly thing, huh? Walking around my own territory like it was your place. Now, it's time to make sure you learn your place."

You press yourself against the wall so hard, the grooves start to imprint on your skin. You're starting to regret your decisions. It seems like the wolf will never let you go until he captures you. You silently pray to whatever gods were listening.

Turns out they were not. They said screw you kiddo you're on your own.

"I will find you," Ike promises, his voice a tad closer. "I can feel your heart. So fast. Am I making you nervous?"

You grind your teeth, stopping yourself from growling. This cocky bastard.

"I tend to get that reaction a lot. I didn't think I was that horrifying, being on the smaller scale," Ike says and you roll your eyes because who the fuck asked? "I give off threatening vibes, supposedly. that's what the last one said anyway."

Huh?

"The last prey I had," the wolf continues, almost as if he just read your mind. "You must've seen the lines on the walls. All animals I've killed and perhaps devour. Sometimes, I kill for the fun of it and leave the carcass for other animals. Oh, how thrilling it is, watching the blood seep onto the floor and the life draining out of their eyes!" Ike sighs and your blood goes cold because it's outside your hiding place. A big hand reaches out to touch the flower in front of you. "Their blood, such a pretty shade of red just like this poppy."

The hand snakes out like a viper and snatches your ankle and you yell, kicking at him but he drags you out of the tree. Still kicking and screaming bloody murder, you kick his face in sheer desperation. His head turned toward another direction but his hand still latched onto your ankle.

"That wasn't very polite," Ike says, his gaze on you and you still. "What's wrong? Sad because you lost?"

"No way!" You claw at his hand but he doesn't budge. Just watches your pathetic attempts. "Let go!"

He leans in close to your face and you halt your actions. His breaths on your face as the wolf holds eye contact with you. The flecked color of brown in his eyes are mesmerizing to look at, entrancing. You swallow hard. Ike's hand slides from your ankle to your knee, to your thigh, sending goosebumps across your skin. He squeezes, his nails digging in slightly and you wince.

"No. You're mine to play with now, cute little fox."

Something about the way his voice went lower, or was it the hand movement? made your heart beat faster, and not in a frightened way. The wolf's hand travels to your hip and your breath hitches, still staring into the eyes of your enemy. The hand goes all the up from your arm, feather light, skins your collarbone and finds itself a new home on your neck. Wrapping his fingers around your delicate neck, Ike begins to squeeze lightly. Still looking down at you with those pretty eyes, hovering over you with such a smirk on his lips.

Ike stops squeezing, evidently surprised. He sniffs the air, but still a hand around your throat, his nose dipping lower. His nose bumps against your thigh and he growls low in his throat, yanking your legs apart. You squeak.

Arousal. Pure arousal, glittering in the light. Ike stares for a moment, still sniffing. His gaze slides back up to you and you stop breathing.

"Little fox..." he says quietly, and excitement jolts up. "Are you... aroused, right now?"

You don't respond, a bit ashamed. Why the hell were you getting horny for the man about to kill you? Who in their right mind-?

You gasp as you feel a hot mouth against your pussy, lapping up the juices with a shocking pace. You whine, struggling to get away but both his hands are on your thighs now, keeping you spread open and down on the grass as he ravaged your pretty little hole.

You tasted so fucking good, more than he could ever imagine! His nose bumps your clit as his tongue glides in and out of your wet hole, making squelching noises. You moan loudly, digging your nails into his scalp as you push him into you. Ike growls, sending more electricity up your spine. His teeth grazes your clit as he suckles the bundle of nerves and you gasp.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck- mph!" You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your embarrassing sounds.

The wolf stops, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who said for you to hide those pretty noises?"

You bite your lip, legs squirming as the breeze hits your pussy. "I-I, well..."

"Keep our hands. Off. If you do so again, I'll make sure you never do it again, do you understand?"

You nod quickly, getting even more aroused by his threat and you subconsciously think, 'what the FUCK' and he smirks.

Ike eats you out like a wolf starved, fucking and teasing your hole with such accuracy you start to see stars, and watching him eat you like you were the best meal he ever had turned you on even more and you felt your walls clamp around his tongue.

"Good slut," Ike whispers against your clit, sucking on it for a brief moment before sinking his teeth into your thigh, making you yelp. "Horny little thing, for a predator who was going to devour you whole..." the wolf chuckles.

Your slick slathered across his face, buried in you, legs over his shoulders was a sight to see. You moan, "a-ah! Mmm, right there, t-there!" Your toes curl, eyes rolled back as the orgasm comes over in waves, making your body shake from pleasure as you release soft whines. But Ike isn't done, he's just getting started.

A finger pushes itself into you and you gasp yet again. It explores your walls, tickling that one spot. Then another is added, and Ike slowly pumps his fingers into you, watching with fascination as your pussy eagerly swallows his digits. Pulling him in.

"What a fucking whore," he notes, flicking his eyes up at your flushed cheeks and the drool leaking down your chin. "I haven't even put my cock in you yet."

Your walls squeeze around his fingers at the sentence and he laughs darkly. He bites your other thigh, drawing blood as you wince in pain. The wolf quickly laps up your blood with a groan. His fingers pump faster, curling at the right time and you moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Greedy bitch. Do you want me to let you cum?" He asks, gold glowing between your legs. New hickeys flourish all over your inner thighs along with obvious bite marks.

"Yes please," you moan, angling your hips up and he repeatedly hits that delicious spot. "Hah- f-fuck! N-ngh! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... "

Ike pulls his fingers out and you immediately protest but he shushes you. The loss of his fingers inside you was making you insane, until you get filled up by something entirely different.

"O-oh... " you moan quietly, his cock hard inside of you.

"Dumb fox." Ike takes your wrists and pins them above your head as he looks down at you. Your breath hitches. "Dumb, horny fox."

He snaps his hips and you make a guttural sound. Ike's pupils are big, drinking in every single detail from your sweat collecting on your skin, your body squirming underneath him, to your mouth popped open slightly. Oh, and those luscious lips of yours, appearing soft and unkissed...

Might as well make you his new toy now, eh?

Ike smashes his lips into yours as he fucks you fast and hard, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you open to moan. Tongues dancing together and his muscle exploring every single space within your mouth. You tasted so delicious and felt so delicious, there was no way in hell he was letting you go now.

Satisfied with your bruised lips, the wolf goes to mark your neck. Biting, kissing, sucking. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he digs his nails into you. Tears running down your face as you hiccup, crying and saying "it's too much, it's too much'.

Ike could not give a damn. You brought this upon yourself, and now he's going to have fun with his new fucktoy.

[uracutieraka]

JJK and the obnoxiously nice new girl!

Chapter three

guide

Inumaki had been oddly distant this past week, you're starting to think that maybe you did something to upset him.

You walk to the big tree in the field and spot a familiar head of white hair under it.

You approach him and notice that his eyes are closed and he's breathing softly.

You cock your hip out and tug your bottom lip between your teeth, fighting the internal struggle to wake him up or leave him.

You go with the first option.

"Toge." He stirs a bit but stays asleep. "Inumaki." He grunts. "Toge Inumaki." He now opens one of his eyes to look up at you.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and for him to fully realize what's going on. He sits up quickly with his eyes wide.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

He stares at you and gives you an awkward smile.

"Inumaki."

His mouth frowns at the formality.

He sighs and pulls his phone out.

when I spoke the other morning it scared me its like when im with you I lose my control its dumb ik

You look up from his phone and stare at him for a moment before a smile slowly spreads on your face. He gives you a questioning look and you just chuckle.

"All you said was 'mornin' Toge!," You shake your head and look across the courtyard before looking back at him. "You act like I'm not also a curse user, I'm not made of glass either."

Toge just looks at you and you sigh, dropping to sit on the grass next to him. You pull your knees up to your chest and look over at the boy.

"I know I paint myself as this 'happy-go-lucky' person or whatever, but I worked hard to get here.," You look away from him and down to where your fingers are threading themselves through the lush blades of grass. "Did you know that my family hates me?"

Toge's eyes go wide and he nods 'no'

You laugh dryly and begin to pick the grass out of the ground.

"Yep. Three years ago.," You look up at where the light is peeking through the swaying leaves on the tree and blow a gust of air out of your mouth. "Three years ago my brother died, because of me. Uhm, my parents call it 'the touch'. My cursed energy. And right before my brother died I saw it, well him."

You look over at Inumaki and his brows are furrowed as he pulls out his phone, beginning to type.

You reach out and stop him, shaking your head.

"No, I just needed a second." He nods and you take in another deep breath. "My brother was different. He wasn't himself anymore, there was something so sinister about him."

You now wrap your arms around your legs and rest your cheek against knee, looking over at the boy.

"He was cursed. Something had gotten to him. I still don't know who or what caused it. But the night he died, I woke up to it just staring at me from the end of my bed. He- It, looked like my brother, but it just wasn't him.," You pause and Inumaki hums, showing he's still listening.

"It lunged at me, and what looked like my brother was over me almost instantly, with his hands around my throat." You now sit up and make a motion with your hands to circle around your neck.

"I exorcised him. He was saying he was going to kill my parents next and I-i," You choke back a sob as your head falls into your palms.

"I just killed it! And nobody, not even my parents believed me! I had marks on my neck from his hands and they didn't fucking believe me!"

You now let your tears fall freely as you gasp and hiccup your words out.

"How could they not believe me?" You now shut down, slouching over as you wipe at your face.

Inumaki reaches out for you but you shove him off, sitting back up and re-curling your legs up. You both just sit there in silence for a bit, watching as the breeze blows through the grass.

You shift your head to look over at the boy and you study his face. His hair flows with the slight breeze and his jaw is sharp.

You don't know when but at some point he stopped wearing his tall uniform jacket around campus, instead opting for a standard one.

Your eyes trace over his curse marks. He finally looks over at you when he notices you staring and instead of shying away from his gaze your eyes lock onto his.

Inumaki has to audibly take in a deep breath at the sight of you.

Your hair is moving in the wind, face red and puffy from crying, cheek smooshed by you resting it on your knee, your eyes big and glassy as you look at him.

The sun is shining perfectly through the greenery, allowing the light to dance over your face as the leaves sway around.

You now sigh and sit back up, turning and sitting on your knees to face the boy fully.

"Sorry for pushing you away."

He just shrugs and hums.

'It's fine' he wants to say, but the movement will just have to do.

You just shake your head, your gaze is intense as your brows are slightly knitted together and a slight pout is on your lips.

"I like you Toge."

You now look down, messing with the hem of your skirt.

You look up after a moment.

"You don't have to say anything- well type anything," you pull air into your lungs quickly, so as not to lose the bit of confidence you have right now. "Just nod yes or no. Do you like me back?"

He shakes his head frantically up and down and you giggle, leaning forward to wrap your arms over his shoulders. He's still facing away from you so you're pulled flush with his right side. You lean forward and kiss his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

"Y/n!" You turn when you hear you're name being called, looking over you see your teacher motioning for you to come over.

You sigh before looking back over at Toge.

"Welp, the idiot calls or whatever it is they say." You smack your hands down on your thighs before standing up. You stretch out and groan.

Taking a few steps forward you turn and jog back over to the boy.

You lean down a press a chaste kiss to his other cheek and giggle as you stand back up right, jogging off towards your teacher.

Toge just watches, bringing his hands up to touch both sides of his face lightly, small smile tugging at his lips as heat creeps up his neck.

"What Gojo." You say, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

Gojo sighs, obviously annoyed you haven't dropped your whole 'mad at him for letting you eat dirt act'.

"Your friends have been looking for you, I was just bored and figured I'd help them."

You roll your eyes and shove past him.

"I was busy."

"Yeah I could see that." He now steps in front of you and begins walking backwards

"Whatever." You say, walking ever so slightly faster, causing him to almost lose his balance.

You just smirk, knowing that's the closest you'll probably ever get to catching him off guard.

He now steps to the side and matches his pace with yours.

"So you and Inumaki? Kind of an odd pairing," He taps his chin for a moment then points at you. "The girl who never shuts up and the boy who's mute..."

You roll your eyes and scoff.

"Actually it's kind of perfect if I really think about it." He mumbles and you finally shoulder check him as you run off to be with your friends who are sat on the steps in front of your dorm building.

Gojo just laughs to himself before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off.

[word2thawise]

"So Apparently I’m a Villain Now?"

It starts with Peter webbing a guy mid-robbery.

Nothing fancy. Classic alleyway purse snatch. Clean takedown. Web, quip, leave. Easy.

Next day? The Daily Bugle headline reads: “Spider-Menace Assaults Local Father of Three”

Peter’s like—what? The guy had a knife!

Turns out the "father" part got printed real big. The “also has seventeen priors” part? Tiny italics.

So now Peter’s trying to fix his image. He helps an old lady cross the street. She maces him.

He stops a carjacking. The driver sues him for “windshield trauma.”

Even Aunt May’s like, “Sweetie, maybe take a break? Go on a walk? Touch some grass?”

So he does. And immediately steps in gum.

Covered in web goo, bruised, broke, and now sticky, Peter looks up at a billboard of himself that says “WANTED.”

He texts Daredevil: "Am I the drama?"

Matt replies: “Yes. But in a relatable way.”

Peter sighs. “Cool. Guess I’ll save a cat from a tree and hope Twitter forgives me.”

[mizushousewife]

hii!! first post about my oc x mizu!!! i'm excited tbh, i will be using this for when they're thinking something, and also even though i use she/her for both of them, they present themselves as men so other characters and them will use the pronoun he when they talk. i hope you like it and support me c:

First training -

it was a sunny day, it had been a few weeks since shiori had joined this small "group" made up of only mizu and ringo.

they were walking, entering a forest, shiori still didn't know where they were going, her only reason for accompanying them was to get the money that mizu owed her.

ringo walked behind them, observing the trees, the birds, some animals and small flowers that had bloomed there. he inhaled exaggeratedly, letting the air out slowly through his mouth, a big smile forming on his thin lips, quickening his pace a little since he had fallen a little behind due to looking.

shiori made a small pout, mizu was very quiet and she was starting to feel slightly bored. suddenly, an idea crossed her mind. looking at mizu with a small smile, she said, "how about we train a little? i'd like to see more of those moves of yours." her voice normal but slightly teasing.

mizu raised an eyebrow. seriously? but after thinking about it for a few more seconds, she looked at her. "mhm, why? to learn my moves?" she questioned, her voice sounding slightly sarcastic.

"no, not at all," shiori replied, although she secretly knew mizu was interested in training with her. "but i'll take that as a yes."

mizu let out a low growl, ringo, on the other hand, was excited to see them fight, maybe i have two masters now, interesting.

mizu and shiori stood in front of each other, their katanas shining in the sunlight as they got into their positions, and well, ringo was watching them from a distance, sitting against a tree, clapping his stumps with enthusiasm and giggling.

"let's get started, shall we?" shiori said with a small smirk, gripping the handle of her katana a bit tighter, she knew mizu wasn't like any of her previous opponents, and that made it better.

"you shouldn't talk so much." mizu teased back, a small, rare smirk appearing on her lips.

before they could speak further, mizu rushed over and threw the first strike, shiori followed mizu's rhythm, mizu was fast, no doubt, but shiori was too. each clack of their strikes echoing around, mixed with their breathless grunts, and a few giggles coming from ringo.

the minutes passed, and for a brief moment, it seemed that shiori was going to win, moving with agility, escaping mizu's quick and strong attacks. ringo opened his eyes wider and wider with each strike, his mouth opening in shock, and his stumps covering it a little.

"holding back, mizu?" shiori teased breathlessly, a sideways smirk appearing on her face, sweat beginning to slide down her forehead.

"am i?" mizu growled, and before shiori's katana could touch her shoulder, mizu's foot slid forward, catching shiori off balance. in a blink, mizu twisted and used shiori’s momentum against her, and with a smooth, practiced sweep, flipped her onto the ground.

thud!

shiori fell onto the grass, a soft grunt leaving her throat, but before she could move, mizu was on top of her, pinning the wrist that held the handle of her katana, sitting astride shiori's lap. both were panting from exhaustion, a rare smile appeared on mizu's lips, both staring into each other's eyes as they caught their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests.

"still think i was holding back, shio?" mizu asked, her voice slow and deliberate as she looked into shiori's brown eyes.

shiori let out a soft chuckle, her gaze drifting to her wrist, now gently encircled by mizu's hand. "that was unfairly cool." she murmured, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile before looking back at mizu.

for a moment, mizu just watched her, feeling a strange sensation appear in her chest, she was used to people not holding her gaze, or if they did, it was only to look down on her. but this time, it was different. there was no fear, no pity... just warmth, and that took her by surprise more than any sword ever had.

shiori noticed mizu staring at her longer, her cheeks blushing slightly, feeling flattered. is there something on my face? he's so close, he's cute... wait, what am i thinking?!?

and before either of them could say anything, ringo's voice was heard in the distance, giving them a reality check.

"woah, that was amazing!" ringo shouted with laughter, clapping his stumps, he looked genuinely happy, like he was enjoying some type of show.

Mizu quickly stood up, sliding the blade back into its sheath at her waist with a soft click, clearing her throat as ringo approached them. shiori stood up seconds after her, slipping her own blade into her sheath at her hip and brushing the imaginary dirt from her clothes, her cheeks still faintly warm.

ringo stopped a few feet away, still grinning. "seriously, that was incredible. you two were like bam! and then-" he said as he mimed a dramatic sword swing with his stumps, nearly losing his balance.

shiori laughed softly, looking at him with a small smile. "you really need better sound effects, ringo."

mizu gave a quiet huff, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, barely there but unmistakable.

"we should go now." shiori said, approaching mizu once they were already walking, ringo leading the way this time. "i won't go easy on you next time." she added, almost in a whisper, like it was meant for mizu alone.

mizu looked down at her and a soft 'aha' slipped from her lips, amused and a little smug.

and with that, the three of them walked off, the sunlight filtering through the trees, and something new hanging quietly in the air.

[twimshi]

Macha and Mango (Sugawara x reader)

A/N wrote this WIP suga x reader, im not that well-versed in romance but!! i couldnt help but write this for my KING KOUSHI (also bc i had an ephipany when i got married to him in tomodachi life on my 3ds. PLZ LEAVE UR COMMENTS, I LITRALLY LIVE OF IT SO PLZ DEW NAWT BE SHY. (tell me what you think/want to see in the future, bc this fic touches on a few things but im still not too sure on the actual direction)

Music i recc reading this too: Pier 4 (clairo) Steam (shellly) Still love you (The tulips) or any intrumental of something sweet really sets the mood.

SUMMARY: YN is gracefully (forcefully) kicked out of her house to get some fresh air because she's been a bum at home. After a while, she meets a particularly pretty girl who seems stuck on a tree.

Mornings are always better after she’s used the toilet, the troubles of yesterday flushed away quite literally.

On summer breaks she’d usually stay at home watching cartoons that she couldnt catch up with during the school week, but unfortunately, YN’s nocturnal routine was RUDELY interrupted by her nagging mother. Something about making new friends and creating meaningful youthful memories.

PAH! She was perfectly capable of making memories on her couch, like right now. She hanged upside down on her couch to scoop ice cream in her mouth, she’s sure no one was as skilled as upside down icecream eating as her!

But with her skin becoming stickier from sweat, and her mothers adamant nagging, she had no choice to go out of her safe heaven (totally after not getting kicked out from her house, totally not)

The sun is way too bright for YN’s liking, could it like, dim down… Why did humans even have to be awake during the day? Night was way more fun, all the shows were around the time of her ‘bedtime’ and no one would ask a meek twelve-year-old girl to walk out for ‘fresh air’

This sucks balls, seriously.

She angrily plopped herself on a grass patch that seemed relatively free from ants.

With her leaning on the tree, she idly watches a group of kids her age play some sport, tag?

She wonders if she should engage for a moment, she was definitely tag material with how fast she runs (That time her mom called her to join her for icecream for breakfast was one of the rare times she participated in her mom’s weekly morning jogs) 

While she entertained the idea of new friends, she couldnt be bothered, running like way too much effort.

That was totally not the fact that she was worried about intruding.

It does make her wonder, if she just walk in and be a part of those kids running, to be a part of something bigger than herself.

Maybe like that girl who was running after the boy to pass him some water before he goes back to playing soccer.

It would feel pretty special would it not?

YN lets herself lean back on the tree, maybe if she had something special or do something special then maybe— just maybe, she’d have something to be proud of.

She checks the time on her Tamagotchi watch.

How can it only be five minutes since I left home?!

There was no way her mom was gonna let her in the house yet. Maybe she could report her to the police for child negligence…

No! Evil thoughts begon! But the idea was slightly entertaining—

Why was this tree sniffling?

YN sticks her head near on the tree. Strange, the sounds are gone. She covers her one side of her ear to get a better listen.

I must be the chosen one.

If going out and being a loner meant she could be chosen by Mother Nature, she would have left her room a long time ago.

She looks up to the sky to thank the gods, to only see a strange thing on one of the branches.

A grey-haired girl? Did the gods send me a servant...

“Hey, you there!” A meek voice shouts out. She pried her face slowly away from the branch she was hiding, revealing her tear-stained and snotty face.

Woah she’s pretty��

“Help me down from here!”

Uhm rude, no hi?

“Excuse me, is this how you’re supposed to talk to your master, why should I be assisting you?”

“What nonsense are you yapping about? Help me down, now!” The pretty girl wailed as the other stands below her with her hands on her hips.

“I’ll help you down, when you stop being such a wuss”

The pretty girl looks at YN like she’s crazy “You don't get it, there was t-the bug! It was so ugly and scary!”

“Who are you to insult the creations of mother nature!” YN stares up the the sky once more.

If this is who you send to be my assistant, just so you know, she is literally a bug hater, how can anyone hate nature. Speaking of which, my leg feels kinda itchy—

Just as she’s about to walk away to ask someone for help, a big, disgusting, scary looking bug starts crawling on her sandals.

It takes a moment for her to register this life-or-death situation before she is letting out the most blood curdling scream.

Somehow YN, who is known for being a lazy pig, managed to climb her way up the tree.

So lets get this straight, the girl just climbled ontop of a tree, and her sandals are no where to be found.

YN looks over to her side to see the person she’s been clutching on the whole time, the pretty girl.

Well, this couldn't be so bad…..Why was she shimmying her hands away? 

“Uhm…hey your slipping away”

“Hmmph!”

With her hand still clutched to the girl she couldnt help but find somewhat peace in the oddity of the situation before the pretty girl shurgs off her clutched hands, her lifeline was letting her slip away.

“Hey! Why’d you let my arm go!”

“You were totally gonna leave me here!”

“Was not!”

“You were gonna walk away!”

“Because I can't reach to the tree and help, duh”

“Oh….”

A small moment of silence later, YN tried to grab hold of the ridiculously soft hands of said pretty girls hands for it to be shugged away once more “Hey what gives!”

“You called me a wuss….”

Darn my honest and truthful mouth! Not my fault that I cant tell a lie!

“I— Well uh….Sorry” YN hears the other girl whisper something under her breath “What was that?”

“...Say that your a wuss”

“What?! Why would I admit to a lie?”

“You got scarred of the bug too, say your a wuss!”

Even if he had a point, YN refused to back down “Not gonna”

“Fine then” The pretty girl ‘Hmphs’ for a final time, before places her hands to side of the branch, almost like she was setting a bait for a rat. How pretty did this skank think she was, sure she her grey hair was pretty unique but who cares? Not her—

Darn it i’m no better than a rat with swiss cheese.

“I’m…”

Was this worth it? To throw away her dignity just to hold a pretty girls hand on a tree?

“A wuss” YN groans into the palms of her hands, defeat was the worse.

Suddenly the strong summer winds blow against the tree causing it to shake violently, YN and the pretty girl let out a scarred shriek.

Once the winds calm down, YN feels the blocks of frustration building up in her chest.

This was so stupid, all she wanted to do was go home, chill, but noooo mom wanted her to go out for some fresh air. STUPID FRESH AIR—

YN feels like her arms suddenly feel colder than usual, stickier, and burning? She was somehow freezing and also wamn?

She let herself peek through her messy overgrowned bangs that her mom carelessly cut.

It was the pretty girl, holding her arm securely in her own.

Was holding hands always this electrifying?

Woah, was this the fresh air mom talked about?

She was like a prince.

But a million times better.

“Woah, that was pretty scary you okay—”

“Be my wife!”

“W-what?”

“I declare us as married! What say you?”

“I’m a little lost—”

“Great we’re married!”

“I don't think thats how marriage works” Pretty girl grips on her hand a little tighther “My name's kou—”

“But i’m not—  Eh, why not” Pretty girl repositions both their hands so they can sit comfortably on the branch. "Don't people become friends first before marriage?"

“Friendship is for loser lamo wannabes that breakoff anytime. Marriage is a lifelong thing. How else are we going to be together forever?”

“Are you kids stuck up there!” 

A lucky adult who was walking his dog somehow managed to notice the two kids on the tree and got them down safely.

Though it was kinda hard to get them both down, not because the tree was too tall— but because they kept holding each other, too caught up in whatever weird thing they had going on.

Pretty girls dad came rushing to his daughter after a while, seemingly searching for her for quite some time (close to calling the police also).

Pretty girls dad offered to call YN’s mother who was also close to calling the cops for her missing child, but why would she? It’s only been ten minutes since she’s left the house—

Oh the sun is setting, how long have i been out for?

Unknown to herself, YN has actually been out for a record breaking three hours.

Woah, three hours on a tree. She's sure the last time she'd been out of the house that long was probably her birth (she dosent count grocery shopping)

Pretty girl smiled sheepishly as the two worried parentsexchanged worried woes about their two kids as the two kids continue their shy looks at each other, hands still interlocked with each other.

“So, I guess i’ll get going now. Dad said my mom made my favourite today, spicy mapo tofu….”

Pretty girl is still talking, she wants to listen to her, but YN feels something unfunny bubbling in her.

Balls i’m going to cry.

She doesn't know why the idea of just letting go of her hands hurts so much, stupid emo ass emotions.

YN can’t help herself to stare into their interlocked hands, taking mental pictures of the tiny moles on her hand as if it’ll be the last time she sees it (Even if it is) 

YN mindless breakdown is cut short when she feels her hand being whisked away into the sweaty-coldish palms in her own, forcing her to look up.

“Why do you look so sad?” She can’t take her eyes off pretty girl’s own, it was like she was holding her hostage.

Starring into her eyes, it felt like she was incapable to lie to her captor “Because your going to let go of my hand…” and me.

It felt like the end of the world for this seven year old.

But pretty girl didnt seem phased one bit, maybe she didn't feel the same impending doom YN felt.

“Thats true, but I don't think i’ll ever really let go in a sense right?”

“Your talking a bunch of baloney” YN can’t help feel hopeless, her kou-chan was going to go away and she wasnt as sad as her, it must mean she didnt care—

Just like that, she interlocks her pinky on YN’s ring finger “I’m your wife after all”

Oh.

My tummy feels funny.

YN stands there, she’s been slain by the prettiest girl and what makes things worse is that she’s not even mad. It was like an all consuming fire that danced around her, its multicoloured flames cutting through her skin like a saturday afternoon that she wished never ended.

Even when the two girls parted in opposite ways, pretty girl looked back once to give a wave goodbye, YN couldnt help to look back another time.

“I didn't catch their names, sorry sweety, we could run back over to them. I don't think they're that far—”

YN shakes her head “Nah its okay mom, we’ll find each other for sure!”

“Without a cellphone? Not likely. How are you so sure hon? You're not even sure of what hobby you like half of the time...”

YN stares at her ring finger, a silent, yet loud promise echoing in her head.

 “I’m your wife after all”

“Mom, i think i might need to use bathroom my tummy feels funny again”

“We’re almost home sweety— oh! YN HONEY HOLD IT IN UHM…Sir! Sorry my kid’s gonna crap themselves, could we use you restroom? Don't worry sweety, i’ll carry you there!”

Fortunately YN made it to the toilet in time, but one thing is for sure.

Regardless if it was the war she was about to face on the toilet bowl, that special feeling pretty girl gave her, it will be one she’d never forget.

Kou-chan— whatever her name was, would find her again. Maybe they'd forget each other, it didnt matter. She'd reconigse the burn, the magnetic spell the pretty girl somehow casted on YN at Miyagi park anytime.

[kittyplushy]

Rose Colored Everything

House Guest beach episode(?)! Insane lesbian journalling.

I took Julianne camping on the beach like I had promised. Somewhere far from the strip of parties and luxury resorts, we set up our base under the palm trees. We had to move our equipment several times throughout the day due to the fluctuating tides.

Julianne told me she wanted to go swimming. She excitedly described the cool waters and the soft sand as a tide tickled our heels that morning. She could hardly wait. When I was satisfied with the state of our setting, she went ahead and dipped her feet into the water. She lifted her sundress and allowed the waves to push her off balance. I only caught up to her moments later and she was already dancing in the water, laughing at how wet she was getting and the breeze caught her hat away. She steps out of her idle glee to grab it, placing it back on with a grin. I could feel my heart beating with a warmth that rivaled the infernal sunshine.

I came closer to the water to join her. Neither of us were even dressed appropriately for the waters. The jeans drag with me, and the polyester warps around my body. The sheer of the sundress might rip if the waves crashed harder and harsher. The sun was only getting hotter as the minutes passed. We just stood there together for comfort. For our safety. I looked down to her drenched face and wiped aside sea grass that stuck on her cheeks.

I thought the waves had taken the glasses away from me.

I was expecting that this trip would slap some sense back into me. Make me remember why I even tried this experiment at all. Maybe I would call it a good few months and let the boat go. Drift the pieces to the bottom of the sea for her fish to eat.

However, the more I looked at her, the pinker the sky became. For those brief moments the voices in my soul were completely shut. My ears were satisfied by the sound of the wind and the water. Then the feeling of uncertainty returned that evening. I am in some beach I had never been to. Under coconut trees I've never seen. I am a twisty rope that needs to be straightened out. I lost my apetite again.

But then she came back to me later that evening. As the sun set, she showed me a collection of shells she had accumulated walking and swimming around. She found smooth pebble-like shells with spirals winding down to the center. She also found vivid old red hermit shells with distinct patterns and orientations. She tells me again that nature has a term for perfection. I couldn't think of anything else thoughtful to say so I just smiled.

It started to rain after the sun set. The water had risen with the moon but we sat on the sand until the water took half our bodies under it. I dried off her body in our tent and she returned the favor. We shared some fresh clams we caught that afternoon. Even in a sand-filled sleeping bag I could see flowers bloom all around her. I could see that a storm was creeping up the horizon from her garden. I can touch what is real.