#debating wether to put this in the main tag or not...

[addedsugars]

sodaa !! can i pls hear anything u want to share or say abt ur dgm insert !! im rly all ears !! (@dmclr)

HIIIII CLARA HIII thank you so much honestly... I have so many thoughts cause none of my friends are into d gray man and there for have. no idea what I'm talking about!

this is a long post so have some songs I listened to while writing it <:3

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I was going to make this like a big lore post but I realized there's a bunch of things I wanna figure out first and a bunch of things I'd have to explain and I don't wanna leave this in my ask box for. Months! So instead I'm gonna use this post to talk about my current design process hell. I'm like aware self insert designs don't need to be complicated or directly match the source material but. Mine does actually! No it can't just be me it needs to fit with the LORE

a big problem I've been having recently is colors... I would consider my s/I to be like... part of the main quartet to some extent and all of them have main colors I associate with them.

Allen is generally white or a pale grey but I could understand if someone argued for red because of his scar and arm, but red is more an accent color than a main color for me. when illustrated in a simpler way Hoshino will usually focus on including his pale-ness before his red accents so I consider that more important in his color hierarchy

Lenalee is obviously purple. her hair is canonically black but whenever hoshino stylized her its just. purple. and she also has purple eyes either way. shes purple.

Lavi's in an orangey red or just orange in the a very "He is a ginger." type way. you could also just say his color is ginger and i'd be like. yeah.

and then finally, Kanda's is very much blue, even in canon I think during the Alma arc when he went insane his hair turned blue. even if that wasn't true, like Lenalee his eyes are blue is canon, and when given the chance his hair is also stylized as blue.

that being said when the characters are so clearly color-coded I find it important to also color code my self insert a little which leads to the dilemma of: which color do I give them?

i know my blog's theme might lead one to believe otherwise but my favorite color is red, so of course that was my first choice, but even with red not being Allen's main color. it's still very prominent in his palette and felt like stepping on his toes a little, plus even excluding Allen, Lavi will often stray into red and i don't want to deprive him of that versatility in my art just to differentiate the two color-wise. there is the option to make them into more of a pinkish red so when i push Lavi into more red, they'd become more pink so palette-wise they stand out from each other but I'm iffy on that.

this is also to say it isn't unheard of for characters to share a main color but it's usually with purpose. Like Alma's main color is arguably blue but i think that's purseful seeing as Kanda and Alma's stories are extremely intertwined. it shows that they're connected to each other in a way others aren't, these two characters' bond is unique.

I also like to think that Kanda and Lanelee having similar colors with Kanda occasionally slipping into more indigo than his usual blue shows that they have a unique bond in their own way too but :3c that's more just wishful thinking on my part...

Allen's mentor Cross's main color is red, which very much makes sense to me with Lavi and Allen's dubious claims to red as their central color since all three of these characters have a connected history. I would get into how the histories are connected but then this post would NEVER END so we can't do that. not today at least.

that being said I DID consider my self insert blue as a central color because my character is obviously very connected to Kanda, but I didn't like the idea of them having the exact same shade of blue so I thought of making it maybe a little lighter or a little darker. i also did not like that though because it reminded me too much of one of my moots ships. WHICH IS NO SHADE TO THEM BTW I love his ship a lot and that's partly why I think my brain has decided they have a claim over that specific color combo.

besides even if all of the above wasn't true I think Alma and Kanda's bond is very specific and unique and I feel like sharing their color might... intrude upon that instead of building upon it, if that makes sense? My s/i is still connected to BOTH in a way but, at the beginning of their relationship especially, not in the way they're connected to each other. I don't like the idea of them signifying a sense of unity with Kanda by sharing a central color with him when that's simply not true for them until WAY later. maybe they'd wear each other's colors to show that or something...

At the moment I'm really considering yellow for multiple reasons...

an orangey yellow to be specific! partly because it would still connect them to Kanda and Alma in a weird way of being their opposite of the color wheel but also showing their distance by again, being their opposite. i think it also goes with some design themes I was playing. them being a warm yellow in contrast to Kanda's cool blue... i also liked the idea of their ability to involve a flash of light somehow. especially since i planned to make them light-sensitive and get migraines like meee :). its funny to me.

i believe that is all my thoughts for now!! at least the coherent ones. i might post some design concept later... for nyow, thank you for coming to my ted talk! like genuinely if you read all this thank you!!! i talk a lot.

[siebenschoen]

Regarding the comic I just reblogged: a trope that I quite enjoy and one that I think fits Yukimura and MC is what I like to call "idiot-friends to lovers".

It's less about the yearning than I tend to perceive "friends to lovers" (don't get me wrong, I do love me some yearning), because both parties are too stupid to realise that they are crushing on each other.

It's the "Who? Them? Oh no, we are not dating. Pff, as if. They are such a dork." only to then realise that, oh no, this weird feeling was attraction a along, with a short, but meaningful little "...oh"

And I just think that that fits Yuki and MC so well. They are both such idiots! And both so insistent that they are not attracted to each other (because who would be attracted to a boar woman and who would be attracted to someone who calls you so?!).

(Of course, MC, realises that she likes Yuki first, because she is not as big of an idiot as he can be and actually as some emotional awareness. But I like to think that she also very quickly realises that he likes her as well. Not because I don't like pinning and yearning - I do! - Yukimura is just so bloody obvious and I think MC deserves some brain cells, as a treat.)

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I posted 3,485 times in 2022

That's 329 more posts than 2021!

97 posts created (3%)

3,388 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 1,062 of my posts in 2022

#the glass scientists - 223 posts

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#tgs - 133 posts

#tgs jekyll - 60 posts

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#sometimes i feel like i need to keep moving or i’ll die. like a shark. except i’m not moving towards anything. just swimming in circles.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So the new tgs page just came out and I need to talk about it because I have a lot to say about it

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91 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#4

More over the marble wall au drawings from my sketchbook because I just figured out how to draw Beatrice

I’ve had it suggested to me to make Jessica Beatrice which I think would be a cool concept but I’m not 100% sure, if you think it’s a good idea definitely let me know.

I’m also debating wether or not to keep Hoodie and possibly Masky’s (if I include them) outfits in this au more modern or kept within the setting of the Unknown (so more 19th century but still mostly inspired by their normal designs) idk

bonus digital drawings of Beatrice I made while trying to learn how to draw her lol

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112 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

Have I mentioned that I love Marble Hornets?

130 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#2

(Tap for better quality please I put so much detail into this)

Jay stayed up too late editing and fell asleep at his desk.

Tim may have put his jacket over him, shut his computer off and brought him coffee in the early morning

131 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Finally finished that fake cover I edited for my au!

I'm so happy with it!! I think it looks really cool and I'm very proud of it. The drawing of Jay and Tim I made fits surprisingly well I think!

Very excited to do more of this au!!!

Thanks to @jaybirdism and @sealbirdy for the encouragement on this au, probably the main reason I got this done so quickly lol

Original unedited image + separate drawing of Jay and Tim beneath the cut. Once again I take no credit for the original!

Jay and Tim (originally drew it on a separate canvas so I thought I'd post the close up of it separately):

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145 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

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[softboywriting]

Sugar, I’m Goin’ Down// Bad Boy Shawn // Chapter Five

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

TW:mention of drug selling TW:violence TW:breaking in entry TW:gun 

Chapter Four Recap:

“They don’t seem like very good friends if they make you feel like shit and threaten anyone you like. How the hell are you supposed to ever have a girlfriend?”

Shawn laughs and runs his hand through his hair. “Exactly. I don’t know what to do, I mean, they’re my friends. I’ve known Andrew since I was sixteen.”

“And yet you let him bully you like this,” you turn and walk away. If Shawn wanted pity for having garbage friends, he wasn’t going to get it from you and you had to walk away because you felt yourself starting to pity him. His friends would have to get over themselves because if they wanted to come after you because Shawn had some feelings, well then they had a big storm coming. You get to your table and pack away your laptop and books. You grab your pink taser from the bottom of your bag and head for the doors.

The lock handle on the front door of your house rattles violently, causing you to snap your head up from the book you were reading. It stops and you dismiss it as wind from the storm brewing outside. Ashley, your housemate and good friend, was out for the night with some guy. You hadn’t expected her home so you took up residence on the sofa to read your new book your mom had sent you in a cute little care package last week.

The handle rattles again and now you know it’s not just the wind blowing. The old house creaked and groaned during every storm, it was something you had gotten used to, but this was definitely someone trying to get in. You get up and turn on the main room light, hoping the light flooding through the living room’s windows would give the person a clue that someone was in fact home and they should not break in. There is more rattling and you put your book down to grab the metal bat that you and Ashley kept beside the stairs in front of the door. With the bat in one hand, handle braced against your forearm incase you needed to swing one handed, you flip the lock and the deadbolt on the front door. You open the door just a little, allowing the additional chain lock to pull taut while you see who was there.  

“Hey, sweetheart,” Andrew says cooly, a smirk on his face. What the fuck was he doing at your house? How did he even know where you lived? “Gonna let me in?”

“No? What do you want?” Your grip tightens on the bat, holding it just out of sight on your side of the door.

“I wanna know where Shawn is. He hasn’t showed up for our meeting like he said he would. We thought he might be at his little girlfriend’s house.”

You raise your eyebrows. Little girlfriend. Ha Ha. “I’m not his girlfriend. I hate his fucking guts. He isn’t here.”

Andrew puts his hand on the doorframe, right along the latch for the deadbolt. “Sure seems like you’re his girlfriend. He ditches us to come see you and-”

“He hasn’t come to see me.”

“He has, you weren’t home,” Andrew sneers and you take a deep breath, that bad feeling creeping up your back and turning into a cold sweat. Something was going to happen if you kept talking to this maniac. “I’ve heard about the way he looks at you, about how he studies with you at the library. I know, because I’ve been keeping tabs on him.”

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to find the strength to feel no fear of this goon. “I don’t know who you have ‘keeping tabs’ on him, but they’re skewing reality. Shawn watches me at the library like a weirdo. He came to my house to see me and I wasn’t home. If he /looks/ at me some type of way, that isn’t my problem. If you were smarter than you look, you would realize it’s very one sided.” Andrew clicks his tongue and lets out a low whistle. It’s threatening. You realize you shouldn’t have sassed or insulted him the way you did but you couldn’t shut up. “Anyway he isn’t here, get off my porch.”

“No can do, sweetheart,” Andrew says and he throws his weight into the door, shoulder colliding heavily and straining the chain lock. You back up and grip the bat with two hands. He hits the door again and the chain snaps. Andrew stumbles a bit upon entry but someone behind him steadies him. You hadn’t seen the other guy before, he must have been standing off to the side. “We can’t have Shawn distracted by a little piece of ass that doesn’t even want him. He is going to fuck up and we’re all going to pay because of you.”

You holds the bat up, ready to swing, eyes darting between Andrew and his friend. “So what, someone got picked up while you were tagging a fuckin’ mini-mart! Maybe you shouldn’t be doing childish shit!”

“Sweetheart, that was just for fun. No, you’re distracting Shawn from what’s really important,” Andrew pulls out a little bag with weed in it. “You’re taking away from our sales. If Shawn fucks up like he did at the mini-mart during a run, then we’re all getting cuffed. I don’t know about you but,” he looks over at his friend, “I don’t wanna do time.”

You had no idea Shawn was selling drugs. Though as shady as Andrew and the other guys were, it didn’t surprise you. It just gave you another reason to hate him. You back into the living room, Andrew walking closer, aiming to corner you at some point, you were sure. You open your mouth to say something about how they all deserved it for being assholes and doing illegal shit, but you don’t get the chance to say anything. The friend comes at you fast and you swing your bat in response. It collides with his side with a loud WHOOMPH and he stumbles into the back of the sofa. Andrew says something but you don’t hear him because your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. You swing again, catching the friend in the jaw and causing him to go slack.

“You wanna fucking go Andrew?!” you scream and poise the bat up over your shoulder, ready to swing. The years you spent in softball were really paying off now despite your shaking hands.

Andrew steps over his friend and shakes his head. “You’re not going to hit me.” He reaches behind him and pulls out a small handgun, presumably tucked into his jeans. Your eyes widen, grip slacking on the bat and you let it fall to your side in your hand. A bat was no match for a bullet. “Now, you wanna drop that bat and-”

Someone comes around the corner, hood up and a bandana over his face and slams thier fist into the side of Andrews head, cutting him off and making him crumple to the floor. The gun falls from his hand and the person kicks it toward you. The guy stands over Andrew and delivers a swift kick to the temple, knocking him out. You hold the bat up once more, ready to hit this person if they came at you.

“D-Don’t try anything,” you whisper and glance at Andrew’s friend, still out cold on the floor behind the sofa. The guy steps over Andrew and pull his hood back as he walks toward you, he pulls his bandana down and it’s Shawn. He grabs the bat out of your hands and sets it aside on the cushions on the back of the sofa as his hands come up to your face. His hands are covered by thin black gloves and they engulf both of your cheeks. He pulls your face up slightly to meet his lips and he presses them to yours. Your shaky hands go to his forearms and he pulls away to look at his friends on the floor.

“Did they touch you?” he asks, voice dark and threatening. He grabs your bat and perches it up on his shoulder as he looks over each of his friends, debating on wether or not to do anymore damage.

“No. No they just pushed their way in and- Shawn what the fuck is going on?”

Shawn shakes his head and says, “Call the cops, I wasn’t here. You took them both out with your bat,” he hands you the bat and you take it shakily. “They’re some guys who harassed you at school and then followed you home when you wouldn’t give them the time of day. Do you understand?”

You nod and Shawn leans over for a quick kiss on your cheek. “Remember, I wasn’t here.”

The next morning you wake up late and decide to skip classes. Last night was long. The cops showed up and arrested Andrew and Tom, you had gotten his name from the cops after they got his ID. They were picked up for breaking and entering and possession. The cops took your statement and said if you would like to press further charges then you would be allowed to speak with an officer at the station at any time. You were just glad they were out of your house.

The morning light streams in through your window and you aren’t sure what time it is. If you had to guess you would say sometime just after 8am. You scrub a hand over your face and take a deep breath, not wanting to cry anymore. You had done plenty of that last night after the cops left. “What the fuck did I get roped into?” you say outloud, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’s not your fault.”

Your eyes fly open and you sit up, grabbing for the pocket knife you put under your pillow last night before you realize it’s Shawn standing in your doorway. How the fuck did he get in? You locked the front door and put a chair in front of it last night. You really needed a bedroom door lock. “Jesus fucking christ, Shawn. I almost threw a knife at you!”

“Sorry,” he walks into your room and takes a seat backwards on your desk chair, folding his arms over the back and rests his chin on his arms. “I’m sorry you got sucked into their bullshit. I didn’t know it would go this far.”

You run a hand through you hair and pull your blanket up, suddenly aware of how chilly your room was and the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. “Their bullshit? Your bullshit, Shawn. Andrew told me what it is you do and why it’s so dangerous if you’re distracted.”

Shawn looks down. He looks ashamed. “I hate it, but it pays for the rest of my tuition.”

“You don’t even go to class half the time. Why do you care about paying for your tuition?”

“Because I want a chance to be something better than this,” he gestures down himself in a sweeping motion “Sure, I skip some classes but I’m doing really well in most of them. I just get the assignments and work from a couple of friends.”

It surprises you. You thought Shawn was just going to drop out for sure. You figured he had been pressured into going to college by his family or something. It never occurred to you he might actually want to learn something. “Why don’t you stop selling weed and get a real job then? Even McDonald’s pays alright these days for entry level positions.”

“You saw how Andrew was last night. I’ve had to do shit I didn’t want to because of him. You think if I just walked up and said, ‘oh hey, by the way, i want out’ that it would go well?”

“I guess not,” you sigh and lay back in your bed.

Shawn gets up and walks over to stand beside you. “Andrew and Tom are going to do some time for last night, there is no getting out of it. Between the two of them I’m sure they had nearly a half pound of product on them.” He grabs your hand and you pull it away.

“I’m not going to forgive you for being asshole just because Andrew...influenced you.”

“I don’t want you to forgive me. What I did was fucked up, what I said after was fucked up. I was an asshole, still am. What we did, that night...the way I touched you-”

“Shawn, stop.”

“That wasn’t a joke. The way I touched you was real, what you felt for me, what I felt for you, it was real. I didn’t tell Andrew exactly what happened, I just told him you gave in easily.”

You snort and look at the wall, “Yep, you said I was easy. Easy little virgin girl. That’s me.”

Shawn sighs. He’s frustrated. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. I am. I can’t take it back, I can’t change it. I know this, but I can try to make amends and like I said I don’t want your forgiveness. I want another chance, no jokes, no Andrew, no one but you and me.”

You look up at Shawn and he’s got tears in his eyes. Something inside you breaks, seeing him like this, so vulnerable. “Shawn...” you sit up and he clenches his jaw and looks toward the window, eyes trained on nothing in particular. “Shawn, I’m sorry.” you don’t know why you’re apologizing, you hadn’t done anything wrong, it just felt like you had to apologize. Shawn’s nose scrunches up and his cheeks flush as he starts to cry. It’s heart wrenching, watching this guy who you’ve known to be nothing but a snarky sarcastic ‘bad boy’ fall apart right in front of you.

“Fucking shit,” he mutters and wipes at his face. “I shouldn’t have come over,” he says and heads for the door before you can say anything else.

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The God and The Programmer (Part Four)

Original Summary: Loki runs the most popular business in the world, while (Y/N) works as a Programmer for him. When Loki throws a party for everyone, a team of hackers finds its the perfect time to steal information. Loki doesn’t like that. But he can’t have (Y/N) ruin the fun, either.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Loki sat alone in his office, staring at the security cameras in the library, watching your reactions to the book you were reading. This job was a mere coverup, a way to hide who he truly was before his return to Asgard, but nothing had prepared him for you.

Although creepy, he had been watching you since the moment you stepped foot into the building, immediately infatuated with you. The way you held yourself up although tired, and the way you tried to keep your cool in the most stressful of situations.

He knew a week later that he was In love.

It took every bone in his body not to kiss you then, for he knew you weren’t ready. Despite your faith in him, he knew absolutely that you were not prepared to spend your entire life with someone who you just met a mere day ago.

Loki knew that you needed time to actually fall for him, and to learn more about him, which is why he was allowing you to find his Journal from several years ago in the library. You were just honestly skimming through titles of books in the large library, before finding his journal.

You bit your lip, your eyes widening in an obvious mental debate. Should you look in it, or should you not. It wasn’t like Loki cared at all, but he was curious to wether or not you would read it.

The contents in that book could make or break your views on him, for all his thoughts and actions were right there in your hands. So instead of looking at it, you placed it against the table.

“Dolly?” Your voice called.

“Yes miss?” She replied.

“Can you call Loki for me?”

“Of course Miss! Just one second!”

He would have to give you a cellphone no doubt, one that cannot be tracked from anyone or anything. He followed your movements from the cameras scattered around his home, stopping as you walked to the main phone.

“Hey Loki!” You smiled. “I was just wondering if I could read anything in the library?”

He didn’t miss the emphasis you put on anything, or the way that your feet tapped with anticipation. “Of course darling.” He smiled softly. “What’s mine is yours.”

“Even private things?” You asked.

“If you are ready for what’s in that book, my love, than I assure you that it is fine.”

Your smile dropped. “You… you knew I found it?”

“I don’t remain who I am without precaution, (Y/N).” He chuckled. “By all means, read it if that’s what you choose to do.”

“You’re not going to kill me for it…?” You asked jokingly, he could see the smirk appear on your face.

“Oh absolutely.” He chuckled.

You laughed back, and by God it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. “Well, I suppose I’ll see you tonight.”

“Indeed.” He replied as you hung up the phone.

You kept your hand on it for a moment, before squealing with delight. You fist pumped the air and sprinted down the hallway into the library, where the book remained still on the table.

You immediately opened the book, unable to expect what you just began to read. He watched you for an hour, both to gage your emotions, and to make sure you weren’t going to kill Dolly or the chefs after reading it.

“Fuck dude.” You muttered, flipping the page. “That’s messed up… poor Loki…”

He sighed in relief. He was worried you would hate him after that page, the page that got him banned from Asgard. He had attempted to lead a rebellion, one to capture the throne, which obviously failed.

“Odin thought I was weak.” He remembered writing. “So I wanted to prove my strength to become king. He forbade me to ever step foot on Asgard again, wanting me dead for what I had done. Mother was the only one who stood up for me, and I now owe her my life.”

He was sitting in a cave, the only light being that of a fire he had created for himself while he wrote. It would take another year before he became ‘human’, and even longer before you began to read his book.

He thought you would be angry with him, just as his father and brother were, but you were just as upset as him, even taking his side. He smiled and shut off the security program. He had a meeting to go to anyway.

~~~

“So now you know my story. Goodbye, Mortal.” The last line read.

“Goodbye?” I repeated. “Does that mean goodbye as in it’s the end of the book, or don’t return kinda goodbye?”

“I expected you to run.” Loki said, walking into the library. “I hadn’t expected somebody who read the book to stay, such as the last assistants I had.”

“Why would I leave?” I asked.

“Every thought I’ve ever had is in that book. Every page filled with my pain and wrong doings. Why would you stay?”

“Loki, you had good intentions.” I sighed. “You’re just… misunderstood? That’s not the right word, but I’m going with it.”

He chuckled and shook his head, snapping his fingers. In a split second we were standing in my burning Home, my younger self screaming for my parents. Tears came to my eyes as the fireman yanked me away from their corpses, and out of the burning building.

“I can make you live your worst nightmare.” He stated softly. “I could make dreams come true, or I could break your soul with the flick of my hand.”

I turned to face him and gulped. “So do it.”

He raised his eyebrow. “What?”

“I said do it. If you want to kill me so badly, do it. I won’t fight back, I won’t scream, I won’t stop you. Do it.”

“You think I would kill you?”

“That’s my point.” I smiled. “You wouldn’t kill me, Loki.”

He blinked, but smiled. “Tricked the trickster. Interesting.”

I winked. “Come along Then, Loki, I’m hungry.”

~~*On Asgard*~~

“Heimdall, how is Loki?” Thor asked.

“He seems to be doing well.” He replied. “He has fallen for a Mortal who seems to be well for him. He is changing to be better, for her.”

“Does he want to come home?” Thor asked. “Does he regret his actions?”

“He wants to come home for the throne, Thor. It is unwise to visit him in his prime, he seems to be getting better with the girl at his side.”

“I miss him, Heimdall.” Thor sighed. “Although tricky, He is still my brother.”

“I know, but-“

“I shall visit him soon.” Thor smiled. “I wish to meet the woman who has stolen his heart.”

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[imaginedilestrade]

An English Blizzard- Part 1

Warnings: Swearing (what's new) Shameless flirting. A/N: Okay so this is the first part of my 'Thank you Fic' 😁 the reader (you) in this is 25 years old anywhooo I hope you all enjoy and I'll post the second part in a few hours then the third part after that. I'll post the other chapters tomorrow! Enjoy! —————————— Chapter 1 —————— "Will someone get the fucking door already?!" You screamed out from the couch. You let out a sigh hearing no movement in the apartment. You assumed everyone was out. You let out a huff of air and tugged down on the hem of your nightdress that your dad had gotten you last Christmas as a joke. It was surprisingly comfortable, even if it had the joke 'Come to the math side...we have pi' on it with little mathematical symbols floating around as if they were stars. Your feet hit against the cold surface of the wooden flooring making slight thudding noises "I swear to god if this is Sherlock forgetting his keys again!" You muttered to yourself. All you wanted was a nice relaxing day on the couch but the person on the other side of the door clearly had other ideas for you. "What?" You snapped slightly but were surprised "Uh can I help you?" You saw an unfamiliar silver haired man at the other side of your threshold. "Erm hello! Sorry to disturb you but," he held out a notebook "Mary left this in class today and I was told she lived here." He handed it over to you "Oh thank you for bringing it, I'll see she gets it." "Not a problem..." he trailed off, a silent indication he was asking for your name. "Y/N," you held out your hand with a smile. "Greg or more commonly known as Professor Lestrade." He sent you a small wink and you suddenly felt yourself using your hand to pull down on your nightdress more, as if that would help stop the blush that was beginning to creep up in your face. "Oh!" A sudden wave of realisation hit you "You teach law don't you?" Greg bashfully nodded with a smile. "That's handy to know," you leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms "If I'm ever in trouble I'll go to either you or Mary to get me off the hook!" You giggled. Greg playfully narrowed his eyes and stepped forward ever so slightly "You're not a bad girl...are you?" You forgot oxygen existed for a moment as your lungs failed from the slight purr in his playful tone. "I should be off," he announced, dragging you back into the real world "Nice to meet you Y/N." "Y-you too Greg," you managed to stutter out your words "I'm sure I'll see you again, Mary would forget her head if it wasn't screwed on!" You laughed to ease your nerves. "Well, I'm hoping she forgets something very soon." He left you by your doorframe. You were on the verge of melting into a puddle. You shut the door over slowly and pressed your back to the door, letting out the air that had been trapped in your lungs. You weren't entirely sure how long you had been holding it in. The door knocked again and you jumped feeling the vibrations on your back. You couldn't help but smile as you opened the door assuming it would be Greg...it wasn't. "I forgot my keys again." "I swear to god Sherlock! I'm going to tie those things to you!" You tossed him his keys "See you later." You returned to the couch and let out a sigh, you couldn't focus on your film. It was background noise as feelings whirled around inside you. New feelings. Feelings you hadn't felt before, well not as strong as this. Your mind had turned into mush in a matter of minutes over Greg. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this, he was a professor at your university for crying out loud! You shook your head in attempts to shake away the feelings. You turned up your TV "Okay Tom Hiddleston, distract me from that gorgeous man who just came to my door...and I'm not talking about Sherlock!" --- "She's out for the count." "I wonder how long she's been sleeping." "She ate that entire tub of ice cream! Y/N ate a whole pint of ice cream!" "Bet it only took her ten minutes." "I'm saying twenty." "Fancy making a bet then, John?" "You're on, Sherlock." "You win then Sherlock." Everyone screamed hearing your voice. You opened your eyes to your four roommates "Ten whole minutes and just because my eyes are shut doesn't mean I can't hear you." You sat up and Molly sat down next to you "I take it you had a very relaxing day then?" She asked eyeing up the table laced with empty packets and tubs of junk food. "Ohh I really did," you contently sighed "Except I was disturbed when your professor popped round Mary. You forgot your notebook." You stood up and grabbed the book, handing it to a relieved looking Mary. "Thank god! I was looking for this everywhere! It's got all my research notes in it for my dissertation. Thanks Y/N." The blonde woman smiled. You held your hands up "Don't thank me thank Greg." "Ohh first name basis now are we?" Sherlock murmured as he texted. You rolled your eyes at his remark "I literally only met him today, had no idea who he was until he told me." "I'll make sure to thank him on Monday then!" Mary skipped off to the she shared bedroom with John, the trainee doctor hot on her heels. --- "I hate your dad!" Sherlock grumbled into a maths textbook "And I'm sure he hates me." "No he doesn't, if he really hated you he wouldn't let you stay here." You smiled and ruffled Sherlock's hair which he quickly fixed. You were fortunate enough to have a father that was high up in the university. He got the flat you're staying in near the campus at a discounted rate, one big enough for you and your friends to live in. Your dad was an incredible and a highly renowned mathematician, he taught it at the university. "Whatever you say Miss Moriarty but I don't quite believe you." "Believe what you want Mr Holmes..." you drawled out his name. "Speak of the devil," you sighed and saw a text from your dad "Ughhhh he wants me over for dinner next week." "Well it's not that difficult to get to his is it? He lives down the road and you see him almost every day on campus." Sherlock spoke while continuing on with his coursework. You rolled your eyes and accepted his invite. Your dad did live a few streets down with his now husband, Sebastian. You loved Sebastian as a step-father and you loved how happy he made your father. Your mother had separated from Jim a few years after you were born and soon after your dad found Sebastian. Your mother had moved on with someone new too but as long as they were both happy was the main thing for you. A knock at the door disturbed you from your thoughts and you went to answer it. "G-Greg! Hi!" You smiled and glanced behind your shoulder, Sherlock was narrowing his eyes in curiosity "Did Mary forget something?" "Uh no," he gulped. You furrowed your brow and walked out of the flat, shutting the door behind you for a little more privacy in the cove between the main hallway of the apartment building and your flat "I actually forgot something." You raised a brow in confusion "You did?" Greg reached for something in his pocket "Erm yeah, I f-forgot to give you this," he handed over a card with his name and work number on it "My mobile number is on the back, incase yanno you want to grab a coffee or something sometime?" He suggested. You took the card off him, biting your lip as you did and curtly nodding "T-thanks." He left with a shy smile on his face. You eventually got your legs to move and they took you back into the apartment and then your room. Sherlock didn't even notice you come in, his head was buried in a book. You tossed yourself on the bed and pulled out the card and your phone, staring at both items. They were taunting you. You put his number in and placed your phone down again, only to pick it up seconds later. 'Its Y/N, are you free tomorrow for a coffee? X' you mentally debated wether to put the kiss or not but decided to put it at the end of your text anyway. He text you back fairly quickly. Quicker than you would have expected 'I'll meet you at Lion coffee at 11. See you then. X' ——————— Tags: (Let me know if you'd like to be tagged/Untagged) @adorablebadger @damnitman-jamlocked-inthetardis @daynaan @rikkachloechan @holmes-maev @cutie1365 @wcsteland @theyre-my-divsion @gotham-s-lover @littlepostitnotes @chrissydarlingwrites @laterthantherabbit @annkli

[sickficsbypyroyoshi]

Pyro’s archived fics #4: Tyler vs Norovirus

Again, the characters here are based on people I’ve known in real life. Additionally, parts of this story are true. The puke parts are all made up, but the field trip to the electrical convention, someone’s name tag being misprinted, Creeper Face, etc all actually happened.

At first, Tyler had simply assumed he was ravenously hungry, but now that he had food in front of him, he wasn’t so sure if he wanted it or not.

He’d woken up with a stomach ache and thought it was from hunger despite practically stuffing himself with food the night before. It wouldn’t be too surprising, as he did have a really fast metabolism. Since he didn’t have much time on this particular morning, he’d only had a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice for breakfast. It wasn’t satisfying and didn’t relieve the ache at all. In fact, it had only intensified by the time he got to school at 7 am.

Today was going to be a field trip day. He and all the other students in the electrical program were taking a trip to the Metropolitan Electrical Convention, and he had to be present at 9:00 am sharp in order to receive the points for it.

It was currently 7:38am, and he was sitting in the cafeteria area with three of his classmates, Devon, Zach and Sadie. The four of them would be carpooling together. Devon, an avid pot smoker, was a little short kid who had a different hat for every day of the week, while Zach was tall and lanky. He was a straight up redneck type who could go on for ages about hunting and at age twenty six, he was one of the older guys in the class. Sadie was the only girl in the class, and despite being the high maintenance hair and makeup must be perfect type, she was just as savvy with tools as her male classmates.

Tyler didn’t pay much attention to them. He stared at the sausage breakfast bowl in front of him. It was compiled of sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs and cheese on top of tater tots. Usually he wasted no time in devouring them, but something was off today. His abdominal pains had reached the point of being quite uncomfortable, but for some reason he had no real desire to eat despite being convinced he was hungry.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed that Zach was giving him a strange look.

“What’s the matter with you? Aren’t you going to eat that?”

“Uh, yeah. I was just zoning out.” Tyler responded. It was partly true.

He forced himself to eat the food in front of him. The first few bites had to be choked down, but eating did seem to help ease the pain a little, which made him relax a bit. He finished the whole thing and drank the large Pepsi he had bought to go along with it. Once he had demolished his food, he no longer felt agonizingly hungry, but really full. Little did he know all he was doing was temporarily diffusing the sickness that was building inside of him.

Once the four of them finished eating, they headed outside towards Sadie’s car. She was the most familiar with the city, so she would be driving.

After they all climbed into her car, they were on their way to the convention. It would be about a forty five minute drive.

Even though the drive wouldn’t be that long, the fear that he was sick was beginning to creep into the back of Tyler’s mind. He didn’t have a phobia of being sick, but he couldn’t evict the thought that he’d feel nauseous and throw up while at the convention. He usually got a stomach virus once every few years or so, and they all started the same: first he’d think he was incredibly hungry, then he’d feel overly stuffed and bloated, then the nausea would hit after that.

As much as he tried to tell himself that it was all in his head, he couldn’t ignore the rapidly growing stuffed feeling in his gut. The breakfast bowls were on the filling side, but they had never left him this heavy and bloated. He felt like he had eaten several of them.

Devon lit up a joint and took a long drag of it. “Any one want to hit this?”

“Give it here.” Zach swiped it and took two tokes before offering to pass.

Tyler held out his hand. Just because he didn’t feel that great didn’t mean he was going to turn down free weed. He took a drag and held the smoke in as he passed the joint to Sadie. She too took a hit.

“You think Creeper Face is going to be there?” she asked.

“I hope not. Besides, he’s gotten like six DUIs. How would he even get there?” Tyler responded.

“He’ll find a way. For him, getting another DUI must be like getting a trophy. He acts all pissed off but in some fucked up way he’s probably proud of it. I mean, I learned my lesson after two DUIs.” Zach noted.

For some odd reason, thinking about Creeper Face made Tyler really notice the expansive, heavy feeling in his stomach. He shifted around in his seat in an attempt to get more comfortable, but it wasn’t working. As the minutes ticked by, the fullness hadn’t dwindled even a little, which indicated that something definitely wasn’t right.

He refrained from mentioning it and looked out the window. His classmates were blathering about something, but he didn’t feel like saying much and just added a word here and there.

A sudden spike of mild nausea took him by surprise. It wasn’t strong enough for him to ask Sadie to stop the car, but it was enough for him to notice. When he took another drag from the joint, it receded a little, but wasn’t completely vanquished. He shut his eyes and tried ignore it for the remainder of the ride, but it didn’t work, mainly due to his classmate’s blathering.

“People need to stop licking Teddy Bridgewater’s asscrack. The dude has played ONE game and looks like he’s about twelve.” Zach rambled.

“He’s better than Christian Ponder! Ponder’s the reason why the Vikings have sucked so bad lately.” Devon countered.

“No, the Vikings have always sucked. They sucked in 1963, and they still suck now.” Sadie corrected.

Tyler didn’t give even a fraction of a crap. He was more of a Packers fan anyways.

He passed time by looking out the window and focusing on the skyline to try and take his mind off of the nagging nauseous feeling that was worming its way back.

He was feeling pretty sick by the time they arrived in the city, and his hope that it would pass had been shattered. Even the slightest bump in the road seemed to increase his nausea.

His companions were pretty baked at this point and failed to notice his predicament. Any trace of a high that Tyler had felt had been replaced by his rapidly growing queasiness.

Finally after several missed turns, circling blocks multiple times and a women can’t drive joke from Zach, Sadie located a parking garage with open spots. They parked on level F and had to walk several blocks to the convention center.

The air was rather frigid for early November, and it was actually cold enough to allow for an inch of snow had it been in the forecast.

Three members of the quartet whined about being cold, but Tyler felt hot in addition to feeling sick. By this point, he knew he was well and truly fucked. The signs of a stomach virus were all there: intense abdominal pain followed by bloating, nausea and heat waves, which suggested he would most likely end up down on his knees in the bathroom at some point in the day.

Still, he kept his thoughts to himself and remained silent as he followed his classmates to the convention center’s main doors.

The cavernous building was packed with people standing in large clusters, thus barricading paths and bringing a claustrophobic feel to the place. Tons of temporary directional signs were scattered around, and each one had at least five and sets of numbers arrows on it.

Tyler passed a bathroom and debated on wether or not to go inside. He thought about getting it over with and forcing himself to throw up, but if he did have norovirus or something similar, it wouldn’t help much, so he decided to forgo that idea.

He felt a bit sicker as he was herded towards a large conference room on the first floor. Before any of the students could actually browse the show booths, they had to sit through half an hour of guest speakers.

One of his instructors met the class outside of the room and handed out their name tags. Devon’s nametag had been misprinted as Devson. Normally Tyler would have found that amusing, but at the moment he was not in a laughing mood.

He was dreading this presentation and doubted that he’d make it through the whole thing. What if he puked during the presentation? Not only would everyone be able to see and hear it, there was always the risk that it would set off someone else and start a chain reaction puke a thon. He tried to push the thoughts out, but they stayed and tormented him.

And so he sat there in misery, not listening to a single word guest speaker number one was saying. The temperature in the room was sweltering, partly due to his sickness and partly due to the sheer number of people occupying it. He briefly removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair before putting it back on, but it did nothing to help cool him down.

Another nausea wave ripped through him, and he involuntarily emitted a soft moan. With the nausea came a hot sensation the started in his stomach and radiated outwards. At this point he knew he was definitely going to puke, it was just a matter of when. He hoped that it could wait, but it wasn’t too likely. Some people could fight off the nausea and banish it completely, but Tyler wasn’t one of those people.

He thought about all the things he had eaten in the last 24 hours that were currently residing in his small intestines. The sausage bowl, large Pepsi, toast and orange juice from this morning, the entire pepperoni pizza from last night, and the LeeAnn Chin bourbon chicken entree from yesterday afternoon, all of which he’d be seeing again soon. He could practically taste them.

Time had never seemed to pass so slowly. After what seemed like centuries, the second guest speaker stepped down and the final one took the stand.

Tyler gripped his abdomen as another intense peak of nausea washed over him. It reminded him of a pulsating DC sinewave, with a sharp peak followed by a much flatter receding line, with another sharp peak right after it, only in this case it was peaks of nausea instead of electricity. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer.

He must have looked quite sick, since his baked classmates finally noticed that he was struggling to hold his composure.

“Hey, are you okay? You don’t look so good,” Sadie commented.

Tyler shook his head. “No. I feel really sick.”

He wanted to get up and seek out a bathroom, but at the same time he didn’t want to bring attention to himself. Acid crept up his throat, and he was gripped by panic. He swallowed and tightly gripped the edge of his chair, trying his best not to puke on the floor. Unless he got up now, he wasn’t going to make it.

Thankfully, the final guest speaker ceased their speech and stepped down, signifying that everyone could leave the room.

Tyler felt dizzy as he stood up and once again choked back the chunks that were threatening to rise. He had to get out, but the people in front of him were taking their sweet time.

Somehow, he made it out of the room without exploding, but the panicky feeling returned when he realized that he didn’t have the faintest idea where the nearest bathrooms were. Time was up, so he’d have to settle for the next best thing. He spotted a large garbage can nearby and went for it.

He was about to be humiliated in public by puking in front of a bunch of strangers and it was going to suck, but it was his only option besides staying where he was and letting it all come out where he stood.

Right as he was about to lean over the garbage can, his path was intercepted by someone he didn’t want to see. Creeper Face stood there, and Tyler could tell he was going to say something douchy.

“So I almost got another DUI last night,” Creeper Face began.

“I don’t care, fuck off!” Tyler barely managed to get the words out as saliva dripped from his mouth.

“So I met these two hot chicks, right? They were underage, but I didn’t let that stop me, I got them both loaded. One just passed out, but the other one managed to lose both her bra and panties, if you know what I mean.”

Tyler retched.

“I fucked her senseless in every position. She wanted me so bad. And you know what? She was a virgin before she met me.” Creeper Face continued.

Tyler pictured his hideous, thirty something and extremely creepy classmate thrusting into some poor barely conscious girl who may or may not have consented, and the mental image pushed him over the edge.

He heaved and brought up a large mouthful of light brown puke which just barely made it into the can. He hovered over it and braced himself with his left hand while he put his right hand on his head to prevent his hat from falling off. The first mouthful was merely a precursor, and he knew that gastrointestinal violence was about to ensue. He was right. The second wave was more forceful and voluminous, and he could see it splash down all over the garbage in the bottom of the can. Since it was mainly composed of things he ate a mere two hours ago, it didn’t taste too bad.

People had taken notice of the scene by now and some were gawking, but Tyler did his best to ignore them. Thankfully most of the spectators had the manners to leave him alone as opposed to shoving an iphone in his face.

Right after expelling a third wave of liquified sausage and toast, he sensed his personal space being invaded.

Creeper Face had gotten too close for comfort and seemed to be watching him intently.

Tyler shuddered at this. He had heard of emetophilia, and while he wasn’t into it, if someone else got aroused upon seeing him puke, so be it. However, if that person was Creeper Face, that was more than a little disturbing.

His thoughts were interrupted as he retched noisily and continued to puke his guts out rather violently. The orange juice burned as it came up, and it nearly made his eyes water. It was followed by a torrent that was 50% Pepsi, which only made the burning sensation worse. His throat was on fire by this point, but another plentiful wave came up before he got a break.

Once he was sure it was over, he slumped onto a nearby bench. Creeper Face followed.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like virgins?” he asked in a perverse manner.

Tyler just glared at him before putting his head in his hands. He didn’t have the energy to deal with that creepy asshole’s bullshit. He didn’t feel much better either, and it would probably only be a matter of time before round two would commence.

Despite that, he stayed at the convention for a little while in order to receive his points. He rejoined with his small group, bought himself a bottle of water to get the taste of barf out of his mouth and was relieved when Creeper Face was driven off after Zach and Devon threatened to kick his ass two on one for being a pervert.

Tyler absentmindedly browsed the booths. If he had felt better, he would have been more interested, so he briefly scanned them instead. Each booth had individual parts, a device, a motor, or even a full circuit on display. There were snacks as well as tons of parts and tools for sale, and many of the electricians present were named Mark, Bob or Dean. It was probably a mere coincidence, but Tyler thought that was a bit odd.

They stayed for another half hour or so before deciding to head out. Tyler didn’t object since he was beginning to feel crappy again. It wasn’t as bad as before, but he wanted to get home so he could lay down for a while. On his way out, he caught a glimpse of a peeved looking custodian cleaning out the garbage can he had puked in earlier.

His nausea level didn’t dramatically increase until they began the journey back to the school grounds. Not even five minutes into the drive, the rising and falling nausea peaks took him over again, and much faster than before.

“How are you feeling?” Sadie asked, as if reading his mind.

“Terrible.” Tyler admitted.

He didn’t have to throw up quite yet, but he could feel things sloshing around in his stomach. He shut his eyes and rested his head on the back of Sadie’s seat for several minutes. Just like earlier in the day, he could feel every bump in the road and the need to puke again increased every time Sadie did a jack rabbit start or sudden stop. After a while of this, he was awash with nausea and felt his throat expand. Instead of suffering like he did back at the convention, he decided to get it all over with and ask to be let out of the car.

“Can you stop? I feel really sick.” he asked desperately. He had a hard time forming the words and subconsciously knew he had waited too long to ask.

“I’m afraid not. We’re on the highway. Can you hold on a bit?” Sadie questioned.

“He could puke out the window,” Devon suggested.

“No way. That could be a safety hazard for the people behind us. He’s going to have to wait until I can get off the highway.” Sadie countered.

Tyler gagged and knew he was doomed as a copious amount of vomit surged up his throat. He put a hand to his mouth and tried to hold it back, but it was no use. It gushed through his fingers and rained down onto his shirt, pants and the seat, sending hundreds of thousands of norovirus particles in every direction.

“Oh shit! No way!” Zach, who was in the back with him, tried to move further away, but he had nowhere to go and was bombarded with the virus particles. He swallowed more than enough of them to make him sick.

Tyler forcefully threw up all over the back of Sadie’s seat, making an even bigger mess. He had no control over it, and it felt like he was bringing up everything he had eaten in the past year. It was starting to become painful. Yes, he had eaten a lot, but how much more could there be? Apparently quite a bit, as he leaned forward and continued to puke profusely all over the plastic car mats. A sizeable pool had formed on the floor at this point, and some had gotten on his shoes as well.

“No offense Tyler, but I can’t concentrate on driving with you puking demonic possession style in the back of my car.” Sadie said bluntly. She inhaled many norovirus particles, as did Devon.

In a matter of seconds, Sadie, Devon and Zach all consumed thousands of those malicious microbes, which only ensured that they’d be sharing Tyler’s fate within a day or so.

After Tyler was finished, he panted and tried to regain his composure. He didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent. He was unable to look his classmates in the eye and he was beginning to feel rather humiliated as he sat there covered in his own puke. It was starting to soak into his clothes. The silence that fell over the car was turning awkward, so he finally broke it.

“Uh..Sadie, on a scale of one to ten, how mad are you?” he asked cautiously.

“I’m not mad, but you’re paying for the interior car wash when I can find one.”

It took her twenty minutes to find a car wash that offered both exterior and interior washes, and by that time all four windows had been rolled way down despite the cold temperature.

The newly infected trio waited outside as the vehicle was taken inside to be thoroughly cleaned, and Tyler moseyed over to the adjacent gas station to get himself cleaned. He received more than a few stares as he maneuvered through the store isles.

When he slunk into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, he realized just how badly he had nailed himself. The puke was immediately noticeable, as the brown clashed with his green T shirt. There was no point trying to save it since it would likely be stained forever. He settled for wiping all the chunks off of himself, and that alone required using many sheets of thin, sub par paper towels.

After combating the damage, Tyler waited around for a couple minutes. He still felt sick and wanted to be rid of the offending virus. Despite the fact that he had thrown up quite copiously twice already, he still didn’t feel empty. There was definitely more to come.

He hovered over the toilet and waited for a while, purposely thinking about grotesque things such as pus filled abscesses exploding onto a naked Creeper Face, but to no avail. Nothing happened.

Several minutes later, he gave up and went back outside. His classmates were waiting, along with Sadie’s now sparkling clean car. They asked again if he was alright, he said no, and so they got a bag for him before getting back in the vehicle.

Tyler reached out for the door handle, but suddenly stopped and paused. His throat expanded and he dry heaved with no warning. Whatever was left inside him was coming up at an alarming speed.

He barely had time to turn away before he sent a waterfall of sour tasting liquid splashing all over the pavement. He dropped to his knees and puked violently onto the ground, the ensuing retching and splashing sounds rousing the attention of his classmates. There weren’t many solids left at this point since it was mostly made up of bile and water. Each heave was accompanied by a stab of gut twisting pain, which only made the experience worse.

“Damn, he’s really sick. Maybe we should get him some medicine or something.” Devon stated the obvious.

“Yeah, you aren’t going to die are you?” Zach inquired. “Because that would be tough to explain to the cops.”

“I just want it to stop,” Tyler moaned in between retches, only to be cut off as he expelled more opaque watery puke.

He had officially reached the stage of wanting to curl into a ball and call for his mom despite being nearly twenty two. Not only that, but all of his control was gone. Of the three times he had puked today, not even once had he made it to the bathroom on time. It made him feel like he was about five.

He gagged and painfully puked up a few small waves of stomach acid before he was finally finished. His entire abdomen hurt from throwing up so much, and there was a large part of him that wanted to lay down right there in the parking lot.

Slowly but surely, he felt a teensy bit better as the minutes went by. By no means did he feel good, he was more in between super crappy and really crappy, but at least it was a slight improvement.

Eventually he felt okay enough to get back in the car. Even though he had successfully eliminated a good number of the norovirus particles, he had a nagging suspicion that it wasn’t quite over yet.

[shutupimtryin2write]

The Quarry *Requested* Part 2

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1,400

When you woke up you were debating wether you should get out of bed yet or not. You totally dreaded facing Daryl. What would he say? What would he do? Would he even remember? “I guess now is a good a time as any.” You told yourself, pushing the sheets off of you and getting out of bed. You made your way into the main room and were relieved that you didn’t see Daryl in there. Thank god. “Ugh, I am never drinking again.” Glenn said, holding his head in his hands. “We all say that.” You said ruffling his hair, taking a seat next to him. “Ughhhh.” He groaned swatting your hand away and you laughed. “Here, drink some water it’ll help.” You said smiling and he took the glass from you. “I might throw up on you.” Glenn told you, before chugging it. “Some friend you are.” You said smirking at him.

“Thanks.” You said, when T-dog handed you a plate of eggs. “They’re powdered, but I worked my magic on them.” He said, making you chuckle. You looked up and saw Daryl had entered the room and you choked on your eggs, having a mini coughing fit. “Geez are you ok?” Glenn asked, patting you on the back. “Yeah, I’m good.” You said wheezing, trying to catch your breath. You concentrated on your plate for the most part, but you felt Daryl’s eyes on you and when you looked back at him again he quickly looked away. This was going to be a long day.

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Unsurprisingly there was a problem, at first you thought this place could be a permanent home, you didn’t want to admit that it was a pipe dream. However, you didn’t think that this place would fall so quickly, it had barely been one day. “Please, all we are asking for is a chance.” Rick pleaded. “I told you once the doors are closed they stay closed.” Jenner told the group. Jenner eventually gave in and opened the door that kept the group trapped. “I’m grateful.” Rick said to the scientist. “The day will come when you won’t be.” Jenner replied, his response gave you chills. You shook your head and ran into your room and grabbed all your things, shoving them into your backpack. Daryl was looking around frantically, trying to find you. “Where is she?!” He screamed in his head. He was about to sprint back downstairs, but he saw you running towards him with Glenn right behind you.

Rick put the grenade that Carol had given him right by the window. Luckily the force of the impact broke the bullet proof window. “Come on let’s go!” T-dog said and everyone started to jump through the opening. “Shit!” You cursed when you fell getting out of the window and your leg was sliced by a piece of glass, there was blood everywhere. You stood up slowly but couldn’t move fast enough, the pain was excruciating. “(Y/N)!” You heard Daryl shout. “Just go, you don’t have time!” You yelled back at him. “I ain’t leavin’ ya.” He said, running over to you, picking you up bridal style and racing towards his truck.

He laid you down across the front seat and covered you with his body, shielding you from the explosion. Soon there was a loud blast and just like that the CDC was destroyed. Daryl sat up, when the sound of falling debris faded. Daryl looked down at you for a moment, making sure you were ok. He grabbed the red rag out of his back pocket and wiped the blood away. “It’s pretty deep.. but ya won’t need stitches.” He told you. He then got one of his shirts out of the backseat and wrapped it around your leg, tying it tightly. “Thank you.. for coming back for me.” You said to him and he nodded. The group started to drive off one by one and Daryl turned on his truck, following them. What are we going to do now?

****

Every once in a while you would glance over at Daryl driving. He had one hand on the wheel and his elbow leaning against the window frame, biting the tip of his thumb. It had been four hours on the road so far and the silence was killing you. You needed to know if he remembered last night, even if you didn’t like his answer. “Maybe I should give him a hint?” You thought to yourself. “Sooo, last night was fun.” You blurted out, immediately regretting your choice of words. What a stupid thing to say. You looked over at Daryl and waited for his answer, but he didn’t say anything. Another two hours passed and the group pulled over on the side of the road.

“What happened to you?” Rick asked, when he saw you limping with Daryl’s bloody shirt around your leg. “It’s stupid. This kind of world wasn’t meant for the uncoordinated.” You answered with a smile. You sat on a nearby log and checked out the large gash on your leg. Daryl watched you as you unwrapped it and saw that there was a minor infection. He pulled a pill bottle out of his bag and dropped it in front of you. “Here. It’ll help with the pain and infection.” He said and walked back over to his spot a few yards away. You sat there with a frown on your face for a few moments, before opening the bottle and swallowing the two pills dry. You got a clean bandage from Dale and rewrapped it. You stretched your leg out a little, it definitely felt better.

“Mom, I’m hungry.” Carl said to Lori, grabbing his stomach. “I know honey, we all are.” She answered. “I’ll try to catch us some squirrel or somethin’.” Daryl said and Lori thanked him. “Wait up.” You told Daryl and grabbed your knife. “Stay here, yer leg.” He told you. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, those pills worked quickly. Thanks for that by the way.” You said. Daryl just turned around and walked across the street into the woods, he knew there was no point in arguing with you.

****

“It’s so pretty out here.” You commented, the sunset was painting oranges and pinks across the sky. “I always wanted a little cosy house in the mountains, surrounded by trees.” You continued and he just grunted. Daryl shot his crossbow and caught his sixth squirrel, tying it to a rope around his belt loop.

Soon the pain in your leg came back and you leaned back against a tree. “I told ya you shoulda stayed.” Daryl said. “I’m fine, give me a second.” You said. “Just sit down before ya fall down.” Daryl told you and you did as he said. He sat across from you and cleaned off some of his arrows, while you watched him. “I didn’t forget ya know..” Daryl told you. “Huh?” You asked. “Never mind.” He mumbled and grabbed another arrow. Your eyes widened when you finally understood what he meant. You were at a loss for words, you honestly wouldn’t have thought in a million years that he would bring it up. “Did you.. mean it?” You asked him quietly, your heart pounding in your chest. He slowly nodded after a few long moments. You crawled over to him on all fours, taking the arrow out of his hand and sat on his lap. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him, the kiss growing more intense by the second. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly allowed. Daryl moaned pulling you closer against him. Unfortunately you both pulled away, needing to catch your breath.

You looked at him with a wide smile on your face. “Wha’?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m just happy.” You answered and began kissing him again.

Hope you guys liked part 2. Please let me know if you’re interested in a part 3 (I have a few ideas☺️)!

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