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Chapter One: Lodging House (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

Ok so I’ve been sitting on some written Newsies material for a while and I figured the new 2023 year was a sign to let some of it out. It’s a 92sies Spot Colon fanfic, and I’ll leave it up to you whether or not it’s good. I’m proud of it, you don’t have to read it, but I do hope y’all enjoy it! :)

(BTW there’s LOTS of spelling errors due to me attempting to write a NY accent! I also added a few characters and songs, and I will take certain suggestions and requests!)

Ah, Manhattan. A place fer dreams ta thrive and die. I neva woudda thought that I’d have ta make a liv’n here, but we all can’t choose our lives. Be’n a resident of tha Manhattan newsies lodg’n house is plenty enough.

“Get up! Sell the papers!”

Ugh… morn’n already? My eyes squint as soon as my bed sheet is ripped off me.

“Morn’n sunshine!” A bright-eyed kid announces in my face.

I groan. “Hello Race. You’s lucky I’s ain’t fully awake yet, ‘cause if I was I’d throw you out tha window! You’s wake me up like this again, and I’ll see you’s banned from tha races fer good!”

“Aww, c’mon! Lighten up Beccy!”

I sit up and stare square in his eye. “Wanna bet?”

“Not this early in tha mourn’n!”

I groan again. Then I, very un-enthusiastically, roll out of my bunk and grab my clothes bag hidden undaneath (I know some would steal it just ta taunt a goil). I’m a night person myself, but I’s found it best ta start early. I also make sure my modda’s gold ring is still in there. Ah, life in The Newsboys Lodging House… with a few exceptions, o’course.

“Get up!” Kloppman yells at Skittery, who’s still asleep.

“I didn’t do it!” He jolts awake.

“What do ya mean, you didn’t do it? Get up! Carry the banner! Sell the papers! Sell the papers!”

Behind me I hear an argument already pann’n out:

“That's my cigar!” Race complains.

“You'll steal anudder,” Snipeshooter retorts.

“Hey, bummers- We got work to do!” Blink interrupts.

“Since when did you become me mudder?” Snipeshooter asks.

“Ah, stop yer bawl’n!” Crutchy says.

“Hey! Who ast you?” Everyone shouts back. I roll my eyes and try ta hide a smile. Mak’n my way ta tha washroom, I see it’s already bustl’n with boys.

“Mourn’n Boots, Mush, Blink, Skittery,” I mumble.

“Hey guys- it’s Becca! Give her some privacy!” Crutchy tries ta shove and make room fer me, but loses his balance. Luckily, I catch him before he can hit tha floor.

“Thanks,” he says in a small voice.

“No problem. Ya leg do’n ok?”

“Not tha best.”

“You’ll do fine,” I say encouragingly as I help him up. “Ladies can’t resist help’n a crip.”

“Alright, really guys- let Becca through! Give tha goil some room!” Mush yells. A path ta tha restrooms is unquestioningly formed.

“Thanks, Mush.”

“Anytime!”

“Now put a shirt on!” I holler as I walk away.

“You know ya like me!” Mush taunts.

“In yer dreams!”

I pull on my usual faded blue shirt, black suspenders, dark gray vest, black knickers, brown boots, and gray cap with my brown hair tucked undaneath.

Afta I’m done dress’n, I hear tha guys giv’n Crutchy suggestions.

“Try Bottle Alley or the harbor,” Mush suggests.

“Try Central Park, it's guaranteed,” Race inputs.

Jack flicks some shav’n cream at Mush and joins in: “Try any banker, bum, or barber.”

“They almost all knows how to read!” Skittery joins.

“I smell money!”

“You smell foul!”

“Met this goil last night!” Mush brags at me. I gag dramatically.

“Move your elbow,” Crutchy asks Boots.

“Pass the towel,” Racetrack demands, his face covered in soap.

“For a buck, I might!” Skittery jokes, dangl’n it outta Race’s reach. He stumbles and falls inta me, so I push him off.

Tha rest of us join in:

“Ain't it a fine life,

Carrying the banner through it all?

A mighty fine life-

Carrying the banner tough and tall!”

We all jump in line and file down tha stairs. I quickly grab a broom and sweep up tha dust, earn’n an approv’n smile from Kloppman.

“Every morning

We goes where we wishes!

We's as free as fishes!

Sure beats washin' dishes!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner home-free all!”

I look ova and begin ta see tha rest of tha younga boys wake up.

“Hiya Becs!”

“Sleep well, Beccy?”

“Morn’n Joey, Dusty, Kenny, Skippy. Can’t complain- but I still can’t get a full night sleep. You’s sleep ok?”

“Yeah, but Skippy threw up. And he’s warm.”

I frown. “Must be a bug or someth’n. Leave him here ta rest fer taday. As fer tha rest of yous- don’t work too hard today, boys.”

I follow tha boys a few block ‘till they split up and continue ta follow tha olda fellas. It breaks my heart ta know that such young kids don’t have a family and have ta sell papes.

“It takes a smile as sweet as butter,” Jack states.

Crutchy adds: “The kind that ladies can't resist.”

Mush leans in, giv’n me a wide grin. I just punch him and roll my eyes.

“It takes an orphan, with a studda,” Race inputs.

“Who ain't afraid ta use his-” Jack starts.

“Fist!” Blink finishes.

We take off, run’n and jump’n through tha street, unaware of any odda passerbys. Next we have some fun and leap onta some barrels.

“Summer stinks and winter's waitin'.

Welcome to New York!

Boy, ain't nature fascinating

When you's gotta walk?”

We all run back inta tha street.

“Still, it's a fine life,

Carrying the banner with me chums!

A mighty fine life,

Blowing every nickel as it comes!”

Crutchy sings:

“I'm no snoozer,

Sittin' makes me antsy.

I likes livin' chancy.”

We add:

“Harlem to Delancey!

What a fine life,

Carrying the banner through the slums.”

We stop and notice tha church wagon com’n down tha street. We begin to walk ova and I see tha boys take off their hats. I’d do that same, but then my hair’d come out, and I’d get more attention than I’s need.

Some Nuns call out ta us:

“Blessed children.

Though you wander lost and depraved,

Jesus loves you.

You shall be saved.”

They hold out cups of coffee and rolls, and we’s all eagerly reach out.

“Just gimme half a cup,” Race begs.

Tha nuns always give me dirty looks ‘cause I dress like a guy, but I don’t care. However I do care when they’s neva give me any food.

“Something ta wake me up,” Blink asks.

“I gotta find an angle.” Mush hands me half a roll, which I take gratefully with a smile.

“I gotta sell more papes.” Crutchy holds up his hands.

“Papers is all I got

Wish I could catch a breeze

Sure hope the headline's hot

All I can catch is fleas.”

“God, help me if it's not

Somebody help me, please.”

We jump inta an alley and join in togetha:

“If I hate the headlines,

I'll make up the headline

And I'll say anything I hafta.

'Cause at two for a penny

If I take too many

Weasel just makes me eat 'em afta!”

“Look, they're putting up a headline!” A group sings. I look where they’s point’n and see: Trolley Strike Drags On For 3rd Week. I groan.

“What's it say? That won't pay!” Tha rest follow.

“They call that a headline?

I get better stories

From the copper on the beat!” We all jump ova tha fence and make our way tha tha distribution center.

“So where's your spot?”

“I was gonna start at twenty,

Now a dozen'll be plenty.”

“God it's hot!”

“Tell me, how'm I gonna make ends meet?”

We sing togetha:

“We need a good assassination!

We need an earthquake or a war!”

“How 'bout a crooked politician?” Snipeshooter calls.

We all shake our heads.

“Hey, stupid- That ain't news no more!

Uptown to Grand Central Station,

Down to City Hall.

We improves our circulation

Walking 'till we fall!”

I sing along, leap’n, dropp’n, and roll’n as I do.

“Still we'll be out there,”

“Look, they're putting up a headline

They call that a headline?

The idiot who wrote it

must be working for the Sun-”

“-carrying the banner man to man!”

-”Didja hear about the fire?

Heard it killed old man Maguire-”

“We'll be out there,

Soaking every sucker that we can!”

“-Heard the toll was even higher!

Why do I miss all the fun?”

“See the headline:

Newsies on a mission!”

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!”

“While we're out there-”

We break inta jump’n around tha square.

“-Carrying the banner through it all!”

“A mighty fine life,

Carrying the banner

tough and tall!’

“I was gonna start with twenty

But a dozen will be plenty

Would you tell me how'm I ever

Gonna make ends meet?”

“See the headline,

Newsies on a mission!

Kill the competition!

Sell the next edition!

We’ll be out there, carry’n the banner in the-!”

We all stop and look ova at Morris and Oscar Delancey, tha two guys you most neva wanna see.

“Dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma?” Race jokes, fann’n his face. “I fear tha sewer might have backed up over tha night.”

“Nah, that’s too good a smell. It must be- tha Delancy broddas!” Crutchy taunts.

“Hiya boys!”

Oscar sneers at us, then shoves Snipeshooter ta tha ground. “In the back, you lousy little shrimp!”

I grit my teeth and step up ta fight, but Jack pushes me behind him

Race shakes his head. “It ain’t good ta do that. Ain’t healthy.”

“It ain’t good ta call people shrimps, unless you’s refer’n ta tha family resemblance of yer brodda here,” Jack points ta Oscar.

“Hey, who here’s up for a bet that Cowboy can take ‘em?” Race asks around.

“I’ll take it!” I speak up.

“Well if it ain’t Kelly’s baby sista,” Oscar sneers at me.

I sneer back. “Well if it ain’t Weasel’s goon and his dumber-than-a-box-a-rocks brodda!”

He tries ta grab me, but Jack steps in between us.

“That’s an insult!” Morris says.

“Yeah, it is.” Jack leans in his face. “And so is this!” He swipes Morris’ hat and takes off run’n, mak’n tha Delancys chase afta him and earn’n a laugh from everybody.

While Jack goes ta taunt tha Delancies, I go inside tha distribution center and hear:

“ Go! Go! Come on! Get tha lead outta yer pants! Come on! Move it! Move it!”

I walk in and smile as I look up and see tha yell’s origin. “Hey, Flix! How’s it go’n?”

“Not now, Becs! I got these numbskulls ta work with! Don’t push it- you’ll have yer papes!”

Flix deals with print’n tha papes, and I likes to annoy him wheneva I can. When I see Jack again, he’s still run’n with Morris’ hat. Typical.

I also see a pair-a newcomers, who are a bit surprised and confused ‘bout Jack’s behavior.

“What’re you doing?” Tha olda one asks when Jack runs up ta him.

Jack looks ova his shoulda, then back at tha kid. “Runn’n!”

I smile wide and run ova ta join in tha crowd watch’n Jack take on Morris:

“Go get 'em, cowboy!”

“It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

“You got 'em now, boy!”

“It's a fine life

Carrying the banner-”

“Go get 'em, cowboy!”

“It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner!”

“You got 'em now, boy!”

“It's a fine life-

Carrying the banner

It's a-

Go!”

We all break out laugh’n and walk up ta tha distribution counter.

“Ya got ‘em, Cowboy!” Race punches Jack’s shoulda.

“You’re too kind!” Jack bows.

“You’re dead, Cowboy!” Morris remarks as he and Oscar retreat behind tha counter.

We all join up again in line.

“Oh Mista Weasel!” Jack taunts and rings the bell.

Tha window opens, and I hear: “I told ya before, the name’s ‘Whilesel’.”

Jack skims today's pape, while Weasel grows impatient.

“Well?”

“Back off! I’m inspect’n tha moirchandise!” Jack talks back.

I lean in. “Any good today?”

“As good as any old headline- noth’n new. But we’s gonna make it woik.”

When I pass Weasel my 50 cents for my papes (very stiffly, mind ya), he says:

“Ya know kid, you really shouldn’t be sell’n. People see a goil in guy’s clothes and they get uncomfortable. Maybe try the workhouse-”

“I paid ya my money, now give me my papes!” I pound tha counter. I’s neva gonna work in a sweatshop!

“Watch it, toots. You wouldn’t want another… reminder, would ya?”

Rats. It’s tha Delancies again. Their ‘reminder’ I got last time was a black eye that lasted a whole week!

“I’s leav’n! I’s leav’n!” I bark at ‘em. I start ta go, see’n as I’s got a while ta walk. My sell’n spot’s tha furthest away aside from Race’s.

Behind me I hear: “Didja miss me, Weasel?” I have ta smile. Jack loves ta get on his nerves!

“Good luck today, guys,” I call.

“See ya, Becs.”

Oh yeah, that’s me. Rebecca “Becs” Carlyle, tha only goil newsie resident of tha Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. Harlem and Jersey gots a few goils, but theys ain’t so friendly. Tha only friends I’s got is tha ‘Hattan newsies, along with a few from Queens. Odda than that I’s never been outside of New York. Our leader and my big brodda, Jack, says he wants ta go ta someplace called ‘Santa Fe,’ but don’t got the money for it. That’s how dreams die: ya wake up with a slap in tha face called ‘reality’. Now we’s just give up on dreams and sell papes. It ain’t much, but it’s a liv’n, and a family-a sorts.

Alright, time to get to work.

Chapter 2 will be out soon, I promise! If you have requests, please let me know! :)

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yamagucji · 3 years

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for your theme being so pretty 😽

ok so kith me !!😾

#amanda; 🍄#hi i mith you #hope yer doing alright btw #cueuepid

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gayfanservice · 2 years

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The Second Part Was Absolutely Awesome , Just So You Know . Also , Can I Request More ? If So , Than Accept This , Or You Can Just Reject It . Either Way , I Do Not Mind .

REQUEST :

How Would The Miya Twins React To The Reader Having Really Bad Memories Associated To Their Birthday , And Just Not Celebrating It In The Fear Of Those Bad Memories Haunting Them ?

Its My Birthday , And I Just Want Comfort - Also , You Can Do A Poly , Or Just Make It Completely Platonic . I Do Not Mind .

I can do poly but I’m not comfortable doing it with brothers, I hope you understand! You can also request as much as you want :) happy birthday btw!

Fluff with a dash of angst, Miya twins being Miya twins

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“What d’ya’ mean you don’t do birthdays?” Atsumu shoved an onigiri into his mouth as he spoke, “Ew, learn manners.” You said as everyone looked away from him, “I just don’t, leave it alone.” “There has to be some reason!” You sighed as you put your head in your hands before packing up your lunch and getting up, “I wont be at practice today…” You mumbled as you walked away. “Why ta’ go, dumbass.” Osamu said as the bell rang. He got up as Atsumu and Aran packed up and they walked to class, “Why’d you think he hates birthdays?” Aran sighed, “Dude, leave it alone.” “But-” “Atsumu.” “Fine..”

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“(L/N),” The twins were in front of your desk, “Miya twins,” The bell rang and you were packing up when they showed up. “We were planning on going to the arcade and were wondering if ya’d like to join?” Atsumu nodded along, “What about practice? Kita’s going to have yer asses, y’know.” Walking out of the classroom the twins followed you, “We got it all covered!” Atsumu crossed his arms behind his head as you all walked out of the school. You glared at them, ‘I know what you’re doing, dumbasses.’ Before agreeing, “Yeah!” “Let’s go!” They both wrapped an arm around you, “Yer gonna love it!” They pulled you towards the arcade, “They’ve got this racing game and this shooter game and this-” Is going to be a long walk.

The twins kept talking the whole way there about the games that were at the Arcade, the walk was shorter than you expected but you weren’t complaining. Walking towards the front desk you pulled out your wallet before Osamu stopped you, “We got this, we invited you so we pay!” You looked at him with a skeptical look before slowly putting way your wallet, watching them pay for the tokens. Atsumu turned to you, “So what do ya’ wanna do first?” You looked around before spotting a racing game and walked towards it with the twins, “Who wants to get their ass handed to them?” You boasted before taking a seat. The twins looked at each other before smirking, “Oh, yer on!”

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“What?!” You were gasping for air as the words ‘DEFEAT’ pupped up Atsumu’s screen for the third time, “Yer cheatin’!” Osamu wasn’t any better, barely able to speak, “Yer just a sore loser!” He cackled, “Am not!” He argued, clearly being a sore loser. After, you played a couple rounds of a zombie shooter game, geting the most kills on all of them against him. “How?!” You both laughed harder as his face went red, “Alright, Osamu, you play with him!” Osamu laughed at him, “I will.” He smugly took the gun from his brother and put two more tokens in the machine. Seeing ‘ROUND 1’ on the screen you both got in position, Atsumu pouting in the background.

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“Bullshit!” Atsumu was now laughing at Osamu as he stared at the screen, seeing ‘69 Kills’ at the top and ‘37 Kills’ under it. “How’re ya’ so good?!” A couple teenagers looked over at the yelling, “I don’t know, just am I guess.” Putting the gun back into the holder you grabbed the tickets the machine spit out at you. “More tickets for me,” You proudly held them up, “Asshole…” Atsumu mumbled as you walked to another game, letting Osamu play it and watching him from behind. You had a blast playing all day before looking at the time, “Holy shit it’s almost 8!” You stuffed your phone back into your pocket before grabbing your bag, “Now wait a minute, we have a lot of time. Let’s trade the tickets and get something to eat, yeah?”

Osamu suggested as you looked back at your phone, “Oh, okay. I’ll just text my parents I’ll be gone a little longer.” The twins did a mini cheer as you chuckled at their antics and grabbed the rest of your tickets from the game you just played, walking towards the counter were the prizes were with the twins behind you. The old man behind the counter smiled at you three as you all stared at all the prizes, the twins looking at whatever as you stared at a plushie of a gray and white fox. “How much for the fox?” The old man looked at the fox before smiling at you, “50 tickets,” You visibly deflated, “Damn it, I only got 30…” You mumbled, “You can have ours!” Osamu’s loud voice startled you, “Right, Atsumu?” “Oh, uh, yeah!”

You all walked out of the arcade, a fox plushie the size of your forearm sticking out of your bag as you walked down towards whatever was opened at 8 o-clock at night. You all stopped at a convenience store and grabbing some meat buns (which they payed for, again), eating them on the way to your houses. “Sorry I was rude earlier,” You didn’t mean to be, “It’s just, I’ve never really had a good birthday and so much stuff happened-” Osamu stopped you, “Hey, it’s cool. We might not get what you’re going through, but we’re always here for you. Right, Atsumu?” Osamu put his arm around you, “Hell yeah!” Atsumu did too. You smiled, happy they were here for you, “Thanks, guys.”

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rrickgrrimes8 · 3 years

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hi! i was thinking if you could write an imagine of reader being rick and lori's daughter and sister to carl, rj and judith. i don't have a specific idea in mind, but just her before and after the time jump, struggling with being there when lori and carl died, and looking for rick with daryl, her relationship with her siblings and michonne, maybe maggie and hershel too (i was thinking since carl was 10 when it all started, she was 7 so now she's 17) thank you so much, and btw i loved your imagines i've read so far 💞

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thank you so much for requesting i really enjoyed making this one. i also have a series kinda like this about Jacey Grimes which i’m currently making a book two for.

warnings: alluding to sexual assault or rape, suicide, death, gore (lemme know if i’ve missed anything off here)

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It was strange for y/n. This world would be strange for anyone really. But she was different. At only a mere 7 years old when the world went to shit she struggled as did many others. With the recent loss of her father - one she didn't entirely understand - still protruding through her heart, it was hard - so hard.

When it happened she was at daycare. The teaching assistant tried and successfully ate the teacher in front of her. She was next and was so close to being eaten until Shane rushed in. He kicked Ms Twune and grabbed y/n. Her mom sobbed at the sight of her, covered in blood and the tears smothering her daughters face. Carl was shocked too. He wanted nothing more than to protect his little sister. His dad always used to tell him that that was his duty - his job. And he hated how he had failed in this moment.

They made it to the quarry soon after. Y/n thought the group was nice - well mostly. The Dixon brothers scared her was what she told her brother or any of the children she had befriended. But she was lying. Yes, she was scared but only of Merle. He was creepy and mean to anyone he saw. Daryl was somewhat the same but he always found himself being nicer to the young child. And often kept her company when Lori and Shane went for a ‘walk’ in the woods. Glenn was another she found herself drawn to. He unlike Daryl happily invited her company. Glenn was sweet and funny. He never failed at making her laugh till she felt like she was going to pee. They were good friends which came to a fault when he had to go on runs. She’d scream and cry and refuse to let go of him because she was afraid that what happened to her father would happen to him.

That’s what happened earlier that morning. Glenn and a few others were going into Atlanta, despite her dismay. Glenn assured her he’d be fine, which she didn't believe and continued her tantrum.

“Can yer’ shut that damn baby up?” Merle spat covering his ears.

Shane shot him a threatening glare while Glenn stayed preoccupied with the distraught girl. “Hey, it's okay. I’m coming back,” He insisted holding her tightly at his hip, “I promise you, sweet girl.”

“No, b-b-but dada promise too a-a-and h-he,” She stopped herself, sobs erupting from her small body.

“I know sweet girl, I know. But I’ll be back I know I will.” Glenn placed her on the back of the RV, “I tell you what I’ll bring you back some of your favourite sweeties, huh? Would you like that?”

Giddily she nodded at his proposition, “Yes! Yes!”

“Alright, then I’ll bring back some for you, okay?” She nodded smiling cheerfully, “I love you, kid.”

“I luv you too, dumbass,” y/n giggled.

Glenn looked around cautiously hoping no one heard that “Hey sweet girl you can't say that.”

“W-what? Why?” the child began to cry again, “Y-y-you say it.”

“I know b-but its adult words okay? Not y/n words. When you're older, alright?” She nodded her head again kissing his cheeks softly and hugging him. “Thank you, sweet girl. I’ll see you soon,” He kissed the top of her head and started towards the car smiling as she shouted, “With sweeties!”

The group returned hours later bearing a new man instead of Merle. Y/n waited patiently for Glenn and the aforementioned sweets. "Gen!" She screamed happily still unable to say his name fully. The man sprinted over to her, pulling her into a much-needed cuddle after the day he had.

"It's Glenn, sweetheart," He chuckled while correcting.

"Oh sorry Gen," She wrapped her dainty arms around his neck.

"That's okay, sweet girl. I missed you."

"I missed you too," She whispered before letting out a longwinded 'ew', "You stinky, Gen."

The man smelt his shirt and nodded as the potent smell of walkers reached his nose. "I know yucky right?"

"Yucky!" Y/n buried her face in Glenn's shirt ignoring the stench and just enjoying his company. She always became clingy like this after coming home from a run. He loved it. On runs, if he ever encountered a life-threatening situation - like the one today - he always finds himself realising how much she means to him. Glenn saw her as a little sister - one almost replacing the ones that were cruely ripped from him when this began.

"How was it?" She inquired.

"Not fun, sweet girl. But I got your sweeties and a nice man helped us out. Saved us," She beamed.

"I like the good man. I'll give him two kisses when I see him. Maybe even one of my sweeties," Glenn chuckled.

"Why two kisses, y/n?"

"One for saving you. Two for bringing you hom," Glenn grinned contently and kissed her forehead.

"Its home bubs with an e on the end."

"Oh," She mumbled burying herself again.

"Oh my God," Someone muttered as they exited the van.

"Dad! Dad!" Carl screamed causing Glenn to snap his head in their direction. Carl came running towards the man, Rick, who had saved them in Atlanta. Y/n hadn't moved yet as she feared it was only a dream. That her dada wasn't really here.

"Sweet girl," He pulled her out of his neck, "Look it's your dad." The child gazed over to where her brother had run to. Sure enough, it was her dad. He held Carl as he cried, looking to Y/n wanting to hold her too.

"Dada!" She screamed jumping out of Glenn's arms dangerously. The girl scraped her knee on the way down but continued throwing herself into the hug.

"Oh, Carl! Y/n!" She kissed all over his face childishly, "I luv you, dada."

"I love you too, baby girl."

The years hadn't been kind to Y/n. She lost so much. Too much in fact that it had driven her to the depts of insanity and made her do things to herself, to others that she more than resented. The first loss was her mothers. She wasn't there like Carl was but the grief burned through her still. Y/n was too young to understand it really. Just how she was when Rick supposedly died. Y/n couldn't understand where her mom had gone she just knew she had a little sister now. One she swore to protect.

She thought she had failed that when the prison fell. The young child was on her own. Injured and lost. She wandered through the woods for days until she stumbled across a group. The group were mean and despite her resistance wouldn't let her go. They hurt her in ways she didn't and wouldn't speak of it even now. But that all changed when Daryl showed up. He protected her - stopped them from hurting her. And eventually led her back to her family. Where for the first time she began to fear her father.

Terminus was next. The people there snatched her from her family. She was forced to watch from afar as they were guided into the crate. Rick fought against them, Carl too but it was to no use. They had sectioned her off in a playroom. Every once in a while an older woman came in to fed and played with her. She hated it. Being in this world for more than a year now she knew that people like them didn't just want to play even if she did. She learnt that from the Claimers.

Carol found her. Although having never have been all that close to the older woman - the only relation being the closeness between y/n and Sophia - seeing her after so long made her cry out of joy. Carol was happy too as she rushed out of that place to take her to safety. The pair ended up in the woods. Carol had stopped a moment ago to clean the dirt from her face, "lemme help."

The girl sat up from where she was put down and cupped some water splashing it on Carol's face. Carol flinched as the water hit her, "Uh thank you."

"Welcome," She looked away getting distracted by the nearing sound of footsteps.

"Get behind me, y/n," Carol ordered to which she shook her head.

"No it dada," She ran away from the woman and towards the group.

"Y/n come back here!" Y/n continued ignoring Carols pleas and crashed herself into the back of Rick's legs.

The father shot around and began to cry as he saw the child he thought he lost at his feet. "Oh, baby!" He collected the girl in his arms. Carl rushed to them too happy to see her alive after Gareth claimed he killed her. "Oh y/n, never leave me again, okay?" He looked directly into her matching blue eyes, "Promise me."

"I promise, dada."

Later Carol led them to Judith. Y/n was over the moon and refused to let her out of her sight, which was exactly what Rick was doing too. They found the church a while after. There they had some semblance of peace. She was glad to have Glenn back - Maggie too. Along with the new people although Eugene was a bit weird.

At the church was also when the questions started. Daryl had told Rick about the group they were with and regretfully had to inform the father how she was there before him. Rick asked y/n - begged her - to tell her what happened. But she refused. She couldn't say what happened. What they did, which just made Rick fear more. Eventually, she spoke a little about it. She was vague and could barely string two words together without crying. He hated it. He hated how this was a reality for his daughter. He saw the bruises they left. And he couldn't understand how someone could touch his child. Or how he could be so powerless to stop it.

Bob died. She didn't really know the man but it still upset her. Beth too. Although she was a lot closer to her. Beth was one of her only friends and was someone who would look after her when her father couldn't. They bonded and now she was gone.

After Beth's demise, they spent lots of time on the road. They suffered, almost died countless times but they prevailed. They got stronger - she got stronger. And they eventually found Alexandria. There everything was good again like how it was at the prison or even before this hell. She liked it there and didn't understand why the others were so sceptical.

Though that didn't last for long. Y/n began to hate the place when Carl got shot. Alexandria almost stole her brother from her. So she despised it. She refused to leave her brother's side as he adjusted to his injury. Yes, he found it annoying how she wouldn't leave him be and he often snapped at her. But she was there when he needed her. Despite the age difference and the many years of memories they had lost to this fight, she understood his pain. When he saw himself as ugly, a monster even, she made him think otherwise. She kept him afloat, which he was eternally thankful for.

Glenn was next.

She didn't believe it even after she was forced to see it with her own two eyes. She was next to Glenn in the lineup. She had to watch up close. Y/n had to be mocked by that man. She had to stay the whole night with her best friends brains on her face. After that night she blamed herself. She told herself that if Negan was just one person off she would be dead and he would live. He would get to see his child born and grow old with Maggie like they had spoken about. She wholeheartedly believed he deserved to live over her.

The war with Negan shook her to the core. At the time his face filled her nightmares. He just looked so normal. He looked nice even. Yet he hurt and he hurt and he hurt.

He killed her Glenn. And then Carl. It wasn't Negans fault although she did blame him. Carl had gotten bit. Y/n held his hand as he died in that tunnel as the home they had built above them fell. She got a letter too - even though she would rather have preferred to have her brother back. In the letter, Carl told her how proud he was of her - how thankful he was to have her as a sister. He told her to protect Judith, their dad and Michonne, who she had recently begun to call momma.

After Carl's death, y/n shut herself from the world well everyone except her father. For days she would cry until she couldn't anymore. She would scream and scream until her voice was gone. She just didn't understand why it had to be Carl? Why mom? Why Glenn? Why Beth? Why was it never her? The following weeks she found herself wishing it would be her next. She could never bring herself to say it out loud but with any battle, any fight, anything, she wished it would be her.

So when she lost her father her whole world fell apart. He was her consistent so why did he leave her? She was at the bridge that day. Daryl held her crying frame as Rick set off that final shot blowing him and the walkers off the bridge. Y/n Grimes' father was dead.

She stayed in Alexandria for a while afterwards. For the sole reason to protect her siblings. Yes, siblings - plural. Somehow through all the bad some good came from it. She just wished her father and Carl could've seen it. RJ Grimes came into this world 9 months later. And he was perfect. For months she would assist in taking care of him as Michonne wasn't doing the greatest without the love of her life. Truth be told neither was y/n she was just better at hiding it.

Until one night it all became too much. Y/n didn't know how it happened but she found herself balancing on the edge of her window. She wanted to jump - to end it. But she just couldn't will herself to do it. And when Daryl showed up she knew she couldn't. "Hey step away from ta window, alrigh'," The man ordered as he saw her shaking frame rocking back and forth.

"I-i can't," She sobbed.

"Ye' ya can. Jus' step back I'll catch ya," Daryl moved closer but paused when she shouted to stop.

"I can't, Daryl. They're all gone. They're all dead," The tears clouded her eyes. She shut them tightly picturing her families faces wanting so badly to join them.

"Please jus' step back, y/n. Yer' not alone. I'm here," He croaked the tears floating down his cheeks, "Don't jump."

"I love you, Daryl."

"I love ya too, okay? So step away from the window," He watched as she turned her head slightly catching his eyes.

"I love you but I can't. Tell mom, RJ and Judy I love them as well."

Suddenly she went to fall forward but Daryl reacted quicker. He gripped her waist pulling her into the room unwilling to release his grasp. "Yer' not leaving me," He told her as she cried into his shoulder, "Yer' cant leave me." Overhearing the chaos, Michonne entered her daughter's room to see the window wide open and the two of them crying. Daryl looked at her. The look telling her all she needed to know. Michonne began to cry herself and joined them on the ground.

"Y/n?" A small voice called from the door frame.

"Judith go back to bed, okay?" Michonne told her but Judith continued towards her sister. The girl said nothing as she wiped her sister's tears and held her hand.

It was 5 years later now. After her attempt, she left Alexandria with Daryl in search of her father. She didn't believe he was alive despite everything inside her wanting to. But Daryl did and after what happened they became a lot closer. He was happy she joined him. Even though the act of being out there was gruelling at times he was glad he could look after her. And if something would've happened to her while he was gone he could never have forgiven himself. Understandably Michonne was angry that y/n decided to leave. Y/n was her daughter and Michone her mother. They needed each other but she was willing to let Y/n leave to figure that out. It brought her peace looking for her father.

The silence was her favourite and as Daryl wasn't much of a talker she got lots of it. They got a dog too, which Daryl cleverly named Dog. Everything was a messed up version of okay but it was still good. Being out there made her find her purpose. She went home a lot more than Daryl did, which pleased her siblings and mother. It was always for a few days never longer as she feared she'd stay forever and she couldn't. As much as Alexandria is good it also drives y/n to a dark place. One she was in that night. She lost so much there. And staring at those four walls drove her insane. It didn't help how Negan was imprisoned there. Just thinking how close he was made her skin crawl. She knew how Rick visited him when he was alive that he believed Carl was right about the killing. That it had to stop. Y/n knew he was right too but she could never bring herself to one admit or two face Negan.

It felt like a story she read as a child when the Whisperers showed up. Like Negan, they scared her. So when she was told about his escape she only assumed the worst. The Whisperers took so many from them. Like Enid for example. Her story was cut short because of them. The two never really spoke but she understood how she and Carl felt for each other at a time. So ultimately it felt like she lost her final piece of Carl when she died. Y/n wished she had spoken to her when she could've. She wished she could've heard the untold stories they shared. She needed to know about Carl's final years with her. But now she's gone too along with those memories.

The war with the Whisperers took everything from them. The Kingdom. Hilltop. Alexandria. Along with the lives they lost in the process. With the group separated she found herself protecting Judy and RJ. Michonne had gone. Where she had gone to, y/n had no idea. For a messed up reason, she began to prepare herself for her mother's death before it was even announced. That was until she got the call. She was okay and... apparently so was Rick.

Disbelief was what hit her first. She couldn't hear his voice nor see his face so how could she know it was true. Michonne didn't know either she couldn't if he was really there, still alive. That night of the call she left. Without hesitation, she kissed RJ and Judith's heads, told them she loved them and told them to tell everyone else that and left. She left in the direction Michonne had told her.

She left to find her father. And she knew she wouldn't return until she did. "I'm coming, dad."

#the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x grimes!reader #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x grimes!reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #michonne x reader #michonne x daughter!reader #rick grimes #carl grimes #daryl dixon #michonne #rick grimes daughter #the walking dead request

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normanblowup · 2 years

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How about "are you okay with being touched?" for whichever Pickles ship you please? This is Gointothevvater's main, btw!

“are you okay with being touched?” pickles x reader

summary: you’re so goddamn tired but pickles really needs to show you something. (gender neutral reader, if anything’s off please tell me!)

warnings: none really, a little kissing. rusty writing, and a nathan cameo. use of the word ‘beautiful’ in reference to the reader as well as ‘dude’

a/n: i hope you like this! it feels a little ridiculous to me like it’s just goofy but i hope it’s ok lol

words: 898

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Today was seriously just not your day.

Wrangling the band into the tour bus at the wish of the CFO was not an easy thing to do, they wanted to roam like free range chickens not to be in a coup for the next seven hours. Your legs hurt from running after Toki and wrestling Murderface away from vandalizing a stop sign. You’re tired and now that the bands all cozied up in the tour bus, all you want to do is sleep. You almost find that peace in the front seat next to the driver klokateer, until a certain heavy-accented wisconsinite ruins that dream. Well, ruins is a strong word.

“Hey… Y/n.” Pickles pokes your arm playfully as you pretend to be asleep, in hopes that he’ll leave. “I know yer awake, dood. C’mon, I wanna show ya somethin’.”

The deep sigh that leaves you as your eyes flutter open is so somber Pickles almost feels bad, but not for long. You watch as his freckled face flushes from who know how much alcohol, and he grabs your arm gently before pulling you towards the middle of the bus. Pickles jumps up onto the couch at the side of the Dethbus, and tries to climb up the side precariously.

“What the hell are you doing?” Your arms shoot out to hold his back as he keeps failing to find his footing on the wall.

“There’s somethin’ up here! Ya gotta see it.” Pickles words come out garbled as he grunts, still trying- and failing- to climb the wall to get to the window. “Argh! Why do they gotta put these windows so f*riff*ing high up?”

Finally he huffs and flops back down onto the couch, he deflates and crosses his arms. “Y’know what? Forget it, I’m never gonna get back up there.”

“What’s up there that you needed me to see so bad?” You chuckle, his grumpy face probably being the only nice thing you’ve seen today.

“Outside the window! The f*riff*ing stars, they’re like super clear, dood! I haven’t seen the stars like that since I was a kid.” Pickles grumbles as you sit next to him, your hand running smooth comforting circles into his back. “I just thought they looked so pretty, y’know? I thought you’d wanna see it.”

His voice trails off at the end, becoming softer and softer as he mumbles on. His blush seems to grow, though you doubt that it’s from the alcohol now. Your heartbeat starts to speed up and you feel like a heater in what seems to be an hour but was only a few seconds. You’re so much more than just flattered when you think of why he was so excited to show you the stars. You watch as he shifts uncomfortably, his fingers fidgeting in his lap.

“I just- I… Yer just so beautiful, just thought you’d like something else that’s pretty, y’know?” Pickles chuckles nervously, glancing over to see your reaction to his semi-confession.

“Pickles… that’s so sweet of you, but I don’t think either of us can get up there.”

“I did! Before I woke you up, I swear I got up there.”

“Alright, well one of us can get up there but that’s not really important right now.” A gentle smile spreads across your face as your arms nervously wrap around your torso. “I think you’re beautiful too.” You whisper, avoiding his gaze as much as possible.

At your admission, Pickles leans in closer as a more sultry look crosses his face. He goes to wrap his arm around you but stops himself then asks: “Are you okay with being touched?”

Looking up at him through your lashes, your heart skips a beat and your face heats up. You lean in close as well and answer: “Yes, that’s okay.”

Pickles wraps his right arm around you, rubbing his fingers into your shoulder. His body is so close, you can feel his heat radiating through you. He’s so handsome, you can’t even begin to understand why the hell he’s here with you and not someone else. His calloused fingers come up to gently caress the side of your face as he leans so close his forehead touches yours.

“I, uh, I’ve like you fer a real long time, dood.” Pickles eyes flutter closed, and he sucks in an anxious breath as he waits for your reaction.

“Oh, Pickles, I feel the same way.” You whisper breathily, your eyes getting a little teary at the tense feeling in your chest and stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before… That is until Pickles leans in even closer, his lips coming to touch yours.

It takes you a few seconds before you quite realize what’s going on, but when you do you kiss him like it’s the last time you’ll ever get to. This goes on for a few minutes before you break away to breath, gazing into each others eyes. You take this time to count all the little freckles on his face in your head, to help you relax.

“…What the hell are you two doing?”

Both of your heads whip up to see Nathan standing awkwardly six feet away, his face contorted in confusion.

“Actually, I don’t want to know.” He grumbles and walks away as you and Pickles break out in a fit of giggles.

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#pickles x reader #pickles the drummer x reader #pickles #pickles the drummer #metalocalypse #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse fanfic #my writing

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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priorities [miya atsumu x reader] (req)

anon: hello! how are you doing? i hope you're great and feeling well! may i request a one-shot for atsumu? like, atsumu dumps his s/o due to his other priorities (y'know like volleyball) 1-2 months later reader and atsumu encounters at a park. he tries to talk to her in a friendly way but reader avoids him bc she still loves him sm. whenever she sees him she gets an urge to kiss him and punch him at the same time shjsbjshskhks. happy ending please!! thanks in advance ♡♡♡ (i love your writing btw!!)

fran: hi anon :) I'm doing alright and I hope you’re doing well too! thanks for sending this in! I'm glad you said happy ending bc it’s atsumu and I want the best for him 🥺 I really appreciate your kind words! hope you enjoy :)

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: angst with a fluffy ending

warning(s): a bit of swearing

word count: 1.3k (again, I swear I'll get my mini shots down to 1k and under LMAO a word count limit just never stopped me I guess!!)

With a long sigh, you slow your pace and take a few moments to walk off an annoying cramp that’s developed in your calf. The music you’d had blaring through your earbuds seems way too loud now given that you’re no longer running through the busy streets and have reached a quiet park instead, so you take your phone out of your pocket to turn it down. While you do some light stretches to alleviate the pain, a cool breeze floating through the air reminds you not only of how sweaty you are but of the time.

It’s early enough in the evening for the sun’s dying rays to linger in the sky for about a half an hour longer. The city streets are packed with the traffic of workers heading home for the day or venturing out in search of dinner. Though it’s a challenge weaving in amongst people going about their end of the day activities, being immersed in liveliness is enough to distract you from the somber mood you’d been stuck in for about two months now.

Breakups were never easy, but this one had been harder for you to shake off than the others, mostly because you’d been deeply in love with the man who’d shattered your heart. And, of course, being told you weren’t a priority had only added insult to injury.

You hadn’t expected yourself to be completely healed of your heartache in two months, but you also hadn't anticipated that you’d still be so broken up about it that you pined for him every moment your mind wasn’t occupied. It was torturous, and you wanted to move on from it.

Running was one way you could literally and figuratively escape from your problems, but you knew you could only avoid them for so long before they caught up to you. Now, as your mind idles once more, your thoughts return to you again in full force.

Another runner’s tall figure further down the path ahead captures your attention when you lift your head from inspecting your leg, and your heart instantly drops into your stomach. That unmistakable blonde head of hair painted a vibrant orange in the rays of the setting sun, a black jacket bearing the name of a professional volleyball team, and a body chiseled by the gods themselves were instant indicators of the man’s identity.

Shit, you think frantically, wracking your brain for different routes you can take to avoid crossing paths with him. But, it’s too late.

“(F/n)?” you hear him call out to you in between breaths, the pounding of his footsteps echoing closer and closer to you with each moment that passes.

Not knowing what else to do, you decide to pretend like you don’t hear him, turn on your heels, and start jogging in the opposite direction. You know it’s lame to be running away from your ex-boyfriend, but it’s the only option you can think of to avoid having contact with him. However, your fatigue quickly catches up with you, and the pain in your calf makes it hard to escape as gracefully as you’d like.

“(F/n)!”

When you hear his voice again, he’s right beside you, touching your shoulder to grab your attention, as if you hadn’t just seen him and tried but failed to avoid a conversation with him. With a sigh, you surrender, bringing yourself to a halt and taking your earbuds out. The pain surging through your irritated calf muscle makes you grumble softly and avert your eyes from his curious gaze to examine it once more.

“Hey, are ya okay?” he wonders, dark amber gaze traveling to where your fingers are kneading into the back of your leg.

With a dismissive wave of the hand, you lie, “I’m fine.”

When your eyes finally meet, you feel all the emotions you’ve been holding back threaten to boil over. All the love you still felt for him as well as the disdain you’d been harboring towards him since your breakup floods your thoughts. You can’t decide if you want to kiss him or punch him in the face, but, since neither’s acceptable at the moment, you place your hands in your pockets and let out a slow exhale.

“So, how are ya?” he wonders, removing his own pair of earbuds and brushing a few, shining droplets of sweat away from his forehead.

“What are you doing here?” you ask curtly.

His thick eyebrows furrow in confusion as he responds, “Whaddya mean? Why can’t I enjoy a brisk, evenin’ run through a public park?”

Narrowing your eyes at him and shifting your weight off your injured leg, you state, “You can. It’s just that this park isn’t exactly in your area.” His lips settle into a deep frown, and he remains silent for a beat. “Seriously, Atsumu, what do you want? I’m trying to move on like you told me to.”

“Okay,” he grumbles, breaking eye contact to look anywhere but at you as he admits, “Maybe I’ve been comin’ through here every now n’ then on my runs hopin’ that I’d bump into you.”

The vulnerability in his tone and demeanor sends a pang of sadness rippling through your body. You voice is nearly inaudible as you whisper, “Why?”

“Because I wanna talk to ya, (f/n).” His answer is instantaneous--spoken without a hint of hesitation despite how embarrassed you’d assumed he would be to confess anything that he thought would make him look weak or desperate.

His hand extends towards you, as if requesting that you remove yours from your pocket so he can hold it. You deny him this access with a shake of the head, though it makes your eyes sting ever so slightly to reject him. “About what?” is your next inquiry.

There’s a much longer pause as he summons his courage with a deep breath and finally turns his face toward you so your eyes can meet. “I fucked up, okay? I shoulda never treated ya like you were just livin’ yer life in my world. I shoulda never been stupid enough to think that volleyball was more important my own girlfriend, ‘nd that I had to choose between that ‘nd you. Never. I shoulda never made ya feel as if you were second best. I won’t forgive myself for doin’ that to ya.”

You dig your thumb into the cuff of your jacket and raise it to your cheek to wipe away a few, stray tears that had escaped without warning. Judging by the look of yearning in his eyes, he probably wants more than anything to embrace you and litter your skin with gentle apologies in the form of kisses. Keeping the distance between the two of you is painful, but you know how susceptible you are to him since your wounds never had time to heal.

“I’m literally so in love with ya, (f/n). So in love with ya that I don’t care that I'm here, puttin’ my pride aside to admit that I royally fucked up ‘nd tell ya that I wantcha back. These past couple of months without ya have been hell.”

“’Tsumu,” you whimper softly with a sniffle, willing yourself to regain your composure so you didn’t turn into a sobbing mess in such a public place.

Upon hearing his nickname leave your mouth, a small smile creeps onto his lips before he asks, “Will ya give me another shot ‘nd lemme treat ya to dinner?”

In the scenarios you’d imagined in your head for this very moment, you acted tougher--reminding him that you deserve more and acting cold and indifferent toward him. But, now, in this moment, after the sincerity of the apology he’s given, all you can do is nod and say, “It’s going to take a bit of time, but I’m open to trying again.”

A grin graces his handsome features as he offers, “I can tell yer leg’s hurtin’ ya, so I’ll give ya a piggyback ride to any restaurant of yer choice in exchange for a drive home. Jus’ pick a place nearby, would ya?”

“Okay,” you accept and wipe away any tears left on your face. He brushes a few strands of your hair away from your face in a tender gesture before turning around so you can climb onto his back and let him cart you off to get a much-needed meal as a first step towards rebuilding a better relationship with him.

#fran writes hq!!#fran writes for: anon #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #x reader #reader insert #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #hq!!#haikyuu #anime #manga #cute #fluff #angst #fran writes requests!!

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mo2k · 2 years

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Aah it is a bit early but technically I should have already graduated so thank you 🤣💞

Just coz I know all doesn't mean I'm gonna tell you... I rather leave you in the dark 😁

Wait- that tik tok was soo cute 😭😭 Baji looked soo adorable and Chifuyu was super cute too 😭 Mikey and Draken at the end 🥺

Lmfaoo your dad sound fun 😂

Yeah! Krul is the vampire queen from the anime 'Seraph of the End' I really need to read the manga of this 😭

*clap clap* applause for gymnast levi 🤣 Uramichi oniisan is that you

How are btw? It's been awhile... love the new theme ❤

Bahahaha it’s alright yw <33

… you are so so — cruel :( i bet yer must be spying on me, are yer watching me rn?? 🤨

My heart melt too <33 I’m like *sobs* MAH BABIESSS WHY R YER ALL SUPER CUTE LIKE ’TIS???

He does sound fun…

Or he does, he really does 😒 (inside : bruh no — :P)

Ooo well I hope you have fun <33

Pardon me but who is ‘uramichi oniisan’ this is one and only BamBam who’s actually a girl and ISN’T bambam got 7 speaking here?? 🧐🧐

I’m doing good ty for asking!! I want to continue watching aot but my parents were quite busy and tired so I decided to leave them rest, plus I don’t really want to bother them rn. They need to take care of themselves, other things can be talk and deal with later (Like I’ve said before, I can’t really watch it alone cuz I’ll get too scared and i really want to watch it together with my dad therefore —) And next week will prob be fill with tests for me, so aot might as well be put on a big break… but that’s alright and tysm! Hbu dear, how have you been?? <33

#oh and i’m currently on ss3 rn too #<33 #hru love?#i miss youuuu #hope you’re doing good too #from : amanda #♡︎ bambam answer

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Nikki!! First, are you feeling alright? 😟 I'm not sure if I've ever asked, and you don't have to answer if you don't want, but is the back pain chronic? I know you've mentioned it a few times but I wanted to make sure you were okay!

And secondly, like many others I adored this chapter! And I absolutely love how Bokutou is on this chapter, because it's exactly how I'd see a confession of his going. He's definitely one for grand gestures and would be the type to want to show someone just how much he loves them and how much they mean to him, so just saying he likes someone seems so...dull. But it's like they say, the best answer is often the simplist! ☺

AND LOVE DOCTOR ATSUMU SHOULD BE SUED FOR MALPRACTICE 😭 "Just put yer jacket on her and kiss her!" Not gonna lie, that was pretty funny 😂 But lets leave the set-ups to miss Kaiyo, she's amazing at it!

And poor Akaashi...I'm still a bit bitter at how he neglected his first girlfriend (and his second got with Omi LMAO) but I definitely do have such a soft spot for one pretty setter named Akaashi 😌 I know he'll get his happy ending one day!

(But that's alright, because he definitely earned one in Dream Catcher, which everyone should read btw!! I will never stop plugging this fic, it's one of my favs!! 🥰)

I'm so excited for your next chapter, Nikki! And I hope you feel much better as well! 🤗💖🤗💖

lily!!! yes - i'm much better today, saturday was pretty bad that i had to resort to the heavy duty painkillers ugh. the back pain isn't...really chronic from what i understand. basically, i overuse my right leg and glute, so that causes hip tightness which translates into lower back pain on my right side. it's v annoying but i do go for physio to fix it. thanks for asking tho bb!

bokuto is so cute right?!?!?! idk - he's just a happy, excitable child, and i just went with what felt like him, and so we get this chaotic boy bouncing off the walls, trying to express his love for the mc in the grandest of ways, even as it backfires in his face HAHA. such a sweetheart.

he should DEFINITELY not be listening to anything atsumu says, omi is definitely right HAHA and well, kaiyo is the best whoops. and akaashi, akaashi - one day i will write the final installment to his fate in the storm chaser universe, i owe it to the poor guy.

(and thank YOU for loving dream catcher - *screamssss*)

i think y'all will like the next chapter! it's still lighthearted :3

#Nikki chats!#tyga lily<3 #when the sun loves the moon

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o-pandora-o · 4 years

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Cat MC

Please bear in mind some spoilers in the game and in the event (The Devil’s Riddle).

You were looking for a book Satan asked you to find inside his room and accidentally you were tripped on a big book with a cat cover and suddenly….. You turned into a cat……How would the demon boys react?

Please bear with my writing this is the first shit I’ve done I’m so sorry if it’s bad.

Lucifer:

You were going outside Satan’s room to find help and you saw Luci roaming in the hallway. You made a small cry and he noticed you.

“Did Satan keep a cat? no worries I shall just open this matter to him” he said with a serious look on his face.

He was going to go away until you put a paw to his shoe. He made a glare and you fought his glare with a louder cry and so he replied “This cat got nerves”

“No can do, I do not own you nor I do not want any problems with any of my brothers so go back to Satan’s room now” When he left, you followed him to his room “this cat really got nerves to follow me here” he said.

Suddenly he got a call from Diavolo asking for an urgent meeting with him.

“If you really want to be with me then so be it, it seems you like me more than my brother, but I have matters to attend to.” he pats your head and you let out a small cry (saying like a goodbye or something).

You decided to sleep on his bed while waiting for him.

He came back when it’s already midnight.

He saw you on his bed curled up like a ball (you were turned back to normal)

He put a blanket to cover you up and placed a small peck on your forehead.

“Being a cat was fun” he heard a small mumble from you as you turn on the other side.

Mammon:

All right, you tumbled on this boi while he was looking for goods inside his house to sell.

You made a loud meow as you are stopping him from stealing goods

“D----AAAAAH!” Mammon screamed the top of his lungs.

“Who dare meows at THE GREAT MAMMON!” he says as you rolled your eyes at him. “Ooooh maybe I can sell this ca—OUUUCH!“ you hissed and lightly bit his hand as he picked you up “I was joking! Joking I tell you! Sheesh this cat” he put you down.

“So where is yer owner cat?” he asked, you rubbed your fur onto him and put your paw on his foot.

“That’s right! No one can stand THE GREAT MAMMON! Look you are already fascinated by my greatness” he said while you rolled you eyes.

“I have an idea!!” He took you and put you on top of his bed “Stay there till I get back!” he took a picture of you using his D.D.D.

You didn’t know he posted a picture of you while with the description “LOST CAT CONTACT MAMMON THE GREAT p.s give 10000 Grimm as reward”.

Yep, Mammon will be Mammon.

He came back late, it seems he had gone to the casino “TODAY’S MY LUCKY DAY! I WON THE JACKPOT WOHOO NOW I CAN BUY THOSE SHOES AND SUIT, it seems you are a lucky cat after all!”.

When he was busy counting Grimms, it was already midnight. Suddenly pink smoke was covering you and he saw it “Wait what’s happening?!”he said as the smoke was cleared he saw you.

“MC! You were the cat?!”

“Yeah it was me! Thanks for letting me stay in your room though” you said

“That’s right! Haha! The GREAT MAMMON always to the rescue haha” sweat drops

“I gtg to my room, I’m so sleepy cya Mammon thanks again!” you said as you left.

Bonus:

Early in the morning you came to Mammon’s room while you said “Mammon! Why did you post me being lost in exchange for grimm?!”

“Uh I can explain you see, I forgot to delete it and bye!” he said as he run off of bed.

Leviathan:

“Is that what I think it is?” he mumbled as he was supposed to be going out to refill his rations

Sucre Frenzy’s lead member recently had a jet black cat, which was similar to the color of your fur.

“Nah maybe it’s just lost, wandering in the house” he said while he left to buy 2 months’ worth of food.

You saw and heard what he said so you decided to go to his room and wait for him.

You were looking around the place until-

When he came back he saw you looking at Henry 2.0 and he thought you were going to eat him “NONONONO! Don’t eat my one and true friend!” whilst you gave him a quizzical cat look.

“AHHH! I got no time for this, I should open up the new Multiplayer game I bought aaaaah where is MC? Damn I need to play it now” he said while preparing his newly bought game, he messaged you in his D.D.D waiting for an answer. You went to the other controller and pressed play.

“Wait what that was for MC! I should restart this” when he was reaching for the menu button, you put your paw on his arm. ”Wait are you telling me not to restart?” you cried out a meow.

You played the new game with him and he was amazed, “Woah this cat is amazing it can play games! I’m gonna name you Henry 3.0!” and you gave him a doubtful look while you continue to play the new game he bought until midnight.

You landed the final blow to the last boss on the game and when Levi turned around pink smoke was covering you.

You were turned back into human! “OMG MC you were a cat? lolol so cool”

“This is my magical power! Lunaria, Wisteria, Primrose, Peony! Through the power of the flower I’m pretty as can be! I’m the magical mysterious MC!” you said as you pecked his cheeks.

“Watch out! I might steal your heart!” you wink leaving him flustered.

Satan:

He was looking for you inside his room, he was going to tell you that he found the book that you were helping him find.

“MC?? Hey MC? That’s weird, I swore she said that she was inside my ro—“Satan couldn’t finish his sentence when he found a small black cat lying around with his books.

“How did you get in here. Are you hungry? Do you want some food?”

Satan was excited he looked like a smol boi waiting for his Birthday present.

After a day full of feeding you, taking care of you and even took pictures of you like a cat mom flexing he decided that it’s time to set you free.

“If you stay here for too long your owner might be missing you”

You brushed your fur against his leg and he knelt down and brushed his hand on your head.

“Well I guess you could stay it’s pretty dark anyways”.

Satan carefully picked you up and took you to his bedroom and he put you down beside his pillow and let you fall asleep.

Not that he totally forgot about you though

When you both woke up it seems like you were back to normal and you saw Satan smirked.

“Good morning my lil kitten” definitely knows that you were the cat.

Asmodeus:

You went out of Satan’s room hoping to get help from someone and suddenly Asmodeus hurryingly going out of his room.

You followed Asmodeus while crying out a small meow. Apparently, he didn’t heard your cry for help.

He went to your room (as you followed him there) “MC! We need to go to the ma—oh she isn’t here” when he stopped you let out a loud cry and he finally noticed you.

“Awh what are you doing here? Were you lured here by my charm?” he said

“My, my, you have such a nice fur compared to other kitties seems like you also got the charm! And it doesn’t look like you don’t shed too much fur! I have a great idea! I’ll take you to the mall with me, you will be my new pet! Let’s share our charm to the entire world!” he said as he picked you up and took you outside.

After a day full of shopping, salon, taking pictures, and buying more stuff, you both went home before curfew.

He went to have some dinner while you run off to your room.

After dinner he was busy taking his stuff out of the bags you two bought

On midnight he noticed you were not in his bedroom, he went to search for you and seen you on your room “Oh little princess why are you in MC’s room? Speaking of MC I didn’t even see her during dinner and she isn’t even here.” and suddenly pink smoke was covering your body and suddenly you were turned back to normal.

“I never knew you could be a majestic cat MC,waaaah I really missed you” he said that while cuddling you.

“Now that I’m here why don’t we sleep in your bed?” you saw him smirk.

“No funny business alright? Being a cat is really tiring!” you said to him.

“Alright, alright! Just let me hug you” he said. “Fine” you replied while he pecked your lips and went to bed.

Beelzebub:

You hid from everyone until it was late night. You were hungry so you went to the kitchen hoping to find some food on the table but you were unlucky enough to find none.

You saw some unopened chips on the countertop so you jumped and grabbed it using your mouth. You tried to open the chips with your claws and your mouth but you failed.

Beel saw you in the kitchen and said “Do you want this? Hmm I don’t really know if chips are good for cats though”.

You nod and he opened the chips for you, you thanked him by crying out a meow.

When the chips was open you bite some and gave it to Beel, “Oh thanks” he replied as he pats your head.

As you two were eating, the clocked reached midnight.

A magical pink smoke appeared around you. You were turned back to normal.

“Wha- MC I didn’t know you have the power to turn into a cat!” Beel said as he kept eating chips.

“No wait I don---ah why bother btw thanks for the chips“ you pecked his cheek while you went upstairs to sleep.

Belphegor:

You were in shock of what happened and decided to ask your S/O, Belphie for help. You went to his bedroom to see himself napping as usual.

You did everything you can, meowing, hissing, carefully scratching his bedside, pouncing on him, putting your paw on his nose, and still nothing.

Nothing can wake up this boi

You gave up and tried to wait for him to wake up but you fell asleep beside him instead.

Cue Beel going to his room and found you two sleeping “Cute” he said.

After 2 hours Belphie woke up and saw a cat beside him. At first he was shocked but eventually he stroked the cat’s fur lightly not waking it up and soon began to sleep again.

You both woke up the next day with you lying down on the cold floor well at least you ain’t a cat anymore eh?

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pigeons-scrawlings · 4 years

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"Oh no! There's two of us, and only ONE BED!" Ship of your choice! 💕

Heck yea, hittin' me with a classic! (Btw, sorry this took forever, my dumb brain kept getting stuck XP)

Alright, let's give this a shot, I'm going with Speeding Bullet cuz it's my OTP :D

Oh, and something to note: I know most people tend to headcanon Snipers first name as Mick but I call him Richard/Rich.

And idk why but I like to think that Snipes and Scout know each other's real names so yeah, their names will be used a few times here.

Anywho, on to the fic!

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Scout's been dealing with a lot of feelings lately that he doesn't know what the hell to do with. It's been throwing him off his game pretty badly, and he's gotten very irritable.

He's been picking more fights with his teammates and he can't seem to keep a clear head during matches.

He'd talk to the one friend he's got on the team to vent and get some advice but...

His one friend happens to be the cause of these issues.

He doesn't know how or when exactly it started, things were fine and they could hang out and chat no problem, but then one day all of sudden he can hardly hazard a glance at Sniper without his thoughts wandering to... things.

Things like... How great his voice sounds. How wonderful his eyes are. How much he'd like to touch him, to-

'Jesus, there I go again...' Scout thought as he sighed deeply and put his face in his hand.

A hand on his shoulder snapped him back to reality. Oh yeah, he was talking with Snipes.

"You alright, mate?" Sniper looked at him with clear concern written on his face. Scout brushed his hand off "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Sniper crossed his arms and his expression became more stern "Scout, I know you, something's clearly off. Something's been off for a while now, everyone can see that."

"It's nothin', really"

"Jer, you know you can talk to me, what's-"

"I said I'm fine!" He said that probably a bit louder then he should have, he practically yelled. Scout sighed again and quickly left, leaving Sniper a bit shocked and very worried.

Scout locked himself away in his room and spent the next few hours thinking and sketching out his emotions.

"What the hell am supposed to do..." he muttered to himself as he half-heartedly continued on his drawing.

"The hell can I do? Jus' walk up an' be like 'hey you've been the subject of my fantasies lately'?" Jeremy sighed again and tossed his sketchbook and pencil onto his bed.

He laid back on the bed, put his hands over his face and groaned. 'Even if I did, what would even happen? I don't even know if he... if he even swings that way. With my luck, he'd probably just hate me, think there's something wrong with me.'

He jumped when he heard knocking at his door. "Scout" Fuck. It's Sniper. Fantastic. "Scout I know you're in there, an' that you don't want to talk but I need to speak with ya."

Scout didn't move, hoping Sniper would just go away.

"Jeremy, don't make me get heavy to break your door!" Goddamit. "Alright, fine! Jus' gimme a sec!" He hopped up from the bed and quickly went and opened the door.

Scout leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, giving Sniper a half-hearted glare. "What?"

"We're going on vacation."

"What??"

"You need a break, everyone else needs a break from you, and I'm not comfortable with leavin' you alone right now, so you and me are gonna take a little trip." Sniper tried to give an encouraging smile.

"You gotta be kiddin' me. No." He stepped back and attempted to close the door only to be stopped by Sniper shoving his foot in.

"No choice, mate, like I said, everyone else needs a break from whatever the hell has been going on with you. Either take a trip with me or, well, I don't know what they'd do but I'm sure you wouldn't like it."

Jeremy mulled over the idea for a few moments before reluctantly opening the door.

"Alright. Alright fine, when we leavin'?"

~Time Skip~

The drive out was quiet. Sniper occasionally tried to make small-talk, to lighten the mood but of course, it wasn't doing much.

He wasn't pushing questions though, Scout could be thankful for that.

After another bout of silence, he decided to be the one to break it this time "So, ya gonna tell me where we're goin' yet?"

"You'll see in a bit, we're almost there."

And yet again, the Scout sighed. Sniper wasn't wrong though, in a just about ten or fifteen minutes the path they were following through the woods came to an end.

They were now in a wide clearing. Sniper parked the vehicle and they both hopped out.

'A campground?' There was a well-used fire pit surrounded by logs for seating and a few hiking trails here and there leading back into the woods.

Sniper grabbed a few bags and made his way over to the pit. Scout looked around to see if there was anything interesting to be found here.

He noticed some old, worn-looking railing on the furthest side of the clearing and went over to investigate. On the other side of the railing was apparently a cliff.

As Scout leaned over a rail to peer down it Sniper made his way over to him, grumbling a bit as he went.

Scout glanced at Sniper "Y'alright there, Snipes?" he asked as he continued examining the bottom of the cliff.

Sniper sighed "Well, looks like I somehow forgot somethings, namely the sleeping bags."

As Scout turned to look up at the tall man he was suddenly struck with the mental image of grabbing Sniper by his shirt collar to yank him down for a kiss.

Scout coughed and leaned back on the railing, trying to look calm and casual and praying to God he wasn't blushing

"Ok, so? We can just sleep in your van."

"I only got the one bed in there, mate."

"Oh. Right."

"Yeah. So unless ya feel like sharin', " Sniper began with a mildly amused tone, as he turned to walk back to the camper "I'll just take the floor."

Scout was glad Sniper had turned away because he was definitely blushing at the thought of sharing a bed with him "What? Wait a second!"

Scout quickly walked after Sniper, grabbed his shoulder, turned him back around and gave him an incredulous look "No way, man! I'm not makin' you sleep on the floor!"

"It's fine Jer"

"No, I'll take the floor."

"Wha- Jeremy no, you have the bed, it's fine. Besides, whatever's got you stressed'll just be made worse if ya don't sleep comfortabley."

"I don't care, just- ugh. Alright, ya'know what?" Scout immediately regretted what he was about to say but he didn't stop himself

"We're sharin' the bed!" and with that, he stomped off towards the pit, where Sniper had apparently already gotten a fire going

"Now get yer ass over here, your fire looks like it's dyin'!"

Sniper stood there a moment, a bit stunned, before moving to follow "... Ok, mate."

~Time Skip 2: Electric Boogaloo~

This place had a very relaxing atmosphere, it helped ease Scouts nerves a fair amount. As the sun finished setting the two men were sitting near the fire, eating s'mores and talking.

Sniper was recounting an interesting creature encounter he once had.

"Bullshit, that did not happen," Scout said through a mouthful of graham cracker and marshmallow.

"It's true mate! It was like a jackalope but big as a moose! I'd've shot the thing but I was worried a bullet wouldn't do more than piss it off."

"A big ass kangaroo with antlers, sure. I'll believe that if I ever see it." He finished off his s'more and yawned, feeling a bit drowsy now that the sun was down.

He looked up at the sky, appreciating the stars. Sniper let out his own yawn and spoke "Alright, think we might as well turn in for the night."

Scout hummed an agreement, stood up and stretched as Sniper put out the fire. As they walked to the van some of Scouts drowsy-ness was suddenly replaced with anxiety as he remembered what he'd said earlier.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,' He's gotta share a bed with Sniper. Well, he's not backing out now, he's too stubborn for that. Yup. Stubbornness.

That's it. That's the only reason. The only reason he's gonna go through with it. Certainly not because this has been a fantasy of his. Certainly not because he would very much like to cuddle with the man. Because he doesn't. Really.

After they entered the van they both set about removing their shoes, brushing their teeth, y'know, standard bedtime routine stuff.

Scout was the first to finish and climbed into the bed.

"Y'know, I can still just take the floor, we don't have to-"

"Rich, just shut up and get the hell over here."

Sniper chuckled "Alright."

Scout scooted closer to the wall to make space as Sniper made his way over.

Once he was in the bed Sniper pulled the blankets over the both of them and turned to face away from Scout "G'night, Jer."

"Night"

Scout stared at the ceiling. He wasn't gonna be able to sleep like this, he was far too aware of the warm body lying next to him.

He wanted to curl up to the bushman, to rap an arm around him, to tangle their legs together.

But of course he can't really just go and do that without having to admit some things.

He turned to face the wall and closed his eyes, deciding to at least try to sleep but he was restless, after a few moments he turned to lay on his back again.

Then sighed.

Then turned back to the wall. And tossed and turned a few more times.

Then Sniper sighed and shifted. Turning to lay on his back, he looked at Scout "Jer, you alright, mate?"

"Yeah, m'fine."

"Y'sure? Your tossin' about quite a bit there."

"Yeah, well, not every day I gotta share a bed."

"I can still take the floor if ya want."

"Nah, I'll live."

"Jer, I don't want you gettin' a bad nights sleep 'cause of me."

"Definitely will if ya keep talkin'."

Sniper huffed in amusement "You grew up with seven brothers, didn't you? Can't imagine noise being all that much of an issue."

Scout grumbled quietly, unsure of what else he could say.

Sniper sighed again and shifted to fully face Scout 'Oh God what now' Scout thought.

"Listen. I know you don't want to talk about it, and I promise you if you still don't want to say anything after this then I won't ask again.

But you're my friend, Jeremy, I care about you, about your wellbeing, and I want to help. You know you can talk to me about anything, I won't judge you if that's what you're worried about. So, please. Will you talk to me?"

Scout was quiet for a few moments, trying to think of what the hell he could say. He sure as hell wanted to confess but he was scared of losing his best friend.

He decided to test the waters.

"... Alright..." Scout sat up and turned to lean back on the wall, looking at anything but Sniper, as he collected his thoughts.

Sniper sat up as well and patiently waited.

"Ok, so... I guess it's, uh... I, uh... Ugh... I think... I've, uh..." Scout swallowed nervously and took a deep breath.

"I think I'm... I-in... love?" he glanced at Sniper who gave a bit of confused look

"Not to make light of it, mate, but... Is that all? All of this fuss 'cause of some sheila?" Sniper chuckled and grinned.

"I-it's a... guy... actually..."

Snipers grin dropped and eyes widened slightly "Oh."

"Yeah..."

"Alright, I suppose I can see how you'd be a bit more inclined to secrecy then. Still wish you'd've told me sooner though. Like I always tell you, you can talk-"

"Talk to you about anything, I know, but... I dunno, I just... I dunno..."

"S'alright, Jer... If you don't mind me askin', it's not someone on the team is it?"

Scouts eyes widened and he stared in shock at Sniper "What?! No! Why the hell would I fall for any of those bozos!"

"Jer,"

"That's fucking ridiculous! How can even you suggest that?"

"Jeremy."

"There is no way in hell I would ever even consider one of them-"

"Jeremy!" Sniper clamped a hand down on Scouts shoulder "Would you calm down?"

Scout shut his mouth tightly and stared at Sniper "Listen, mate if telling me who it is is that much of an issue you don't have to!"

"I don't-" Scout was about to deny the idea again but was quickly silenced by Snipers stern expression

"You know you're a terrible liar, mate. You ramble and get defensive every time."

"I- but it's not- It- Fucking Goddamnit!" Scout covered his face and groaned "It's not- ugh!" He sighed lowering his hands but not daring to look at Sniper

"I-I do... want to tell you, I just... I don't..."

Scout felt his throat tighten, his could feel his eyes start to water. Sniper pulled him into a tight hug "It's okay, Jer."

"I don't want you to hate me."

"I could never hate you, I don't give a 'roo's ass who you love, it could never make me hate you!"

Scout gripped tightly to his only friend as if he'd lose him if he let go, he certainly felt like he would.

He pulled back a little ways, still not letting go, and looked Sniper in the eyes, those fantastic eyes. He doesn't know what prompted him to to do it but,

Next thing he knew his lips were on Snipers. He jumped back as soon as he realized what he was doing.

Sniper looked just as shocked if not more so. Scout covered his face again, fully expecting some kind of negative reaction.

Instead, Sniper pulled his hands away, held one of them and put one of his own to Scouts cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb and returned the kiss.

Scout couldn't believe it, he had to be dreaming! But it definitely felt real, and it felt amazing. It made his heart pound.

Sniper broke the kiss and looked Scout in the eyes "...Told ya I wouldn't hate you." He gave a soft smile and kissed Scout on the nose.

Scout smiled and couldn't help but laugh a little "Guess I was really worried over nothin', huh?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead opting to kiss Sniper again.

~The End~

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dragonslayer-5fanfiction · 4 years

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My Burly Love Chapter 8

Alright ya’ll this is a little late, but you know there’s a lot going on and I’m here. I got it done. Stay positive in these times!! Also give this Spotify playlist a listen. It’s pretty fire and my writing insporation!

Chapter 7

The GIF is from giphy btw.

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Chapter 8

We were advised by Beorn that the quickest way to get to the Lonely Mountain was to cut through the Mirkwood forest. He lent us some of his horses to get us to the forest.

“Stay on the path. Do not stray.” Gandalf advised us. He was very solemn. I stood and watched him ride off into obscurity. When I couldn't see him anymore, I turned and walked into the unknown.

When I entered everything felt off, like there was something sinister hiding deep in the wood. I’m not sure what it could be, but it gives me a bad feeling. The air is thick and the wood is sick. The smell of stale air, and infection are spread throughout the forest. The breeze is heard at the tops of the trees, although nothing is felt on the ground.

The path is made of stone, and the line is very clear. With Thorin at our lead, we will not stray. We have been walking for what felt like forever, when I looked down and there was no path. I stopped and turned in a circle, the path was nowhere to be found!

“Excuse me, guys, but it appears that we have strayed from the path!” They all looked around.

“Oh no where is the path?”

“We lost the path!” We scattered around for a few minutes until we finally found the path again. The stones are a welcome sight, and the slow quiet trickle of a stream was enticing. As we walked forward we saw there was a bridge, broken in the middle, a sight right out of a picture.

“Do you not remember what Gandalf said, these waters are enchanted.”

“How are we going to get across, I don’t think swimming is a good idea.” Fog floated a few inches above the water. The water was murky and there was no telling how deep it actually was. I walked over to a huge branch that was curling off to the left of the broken bridge. I ran my hand along the bark, wondering how old this tree was, and how we were going to get across safely. The events from Beorn’s and a week ago were racing through my mind. Even just the thought of it made my stomach churn and my head swirl.

Dwalin noticed me standing off to the side and came to stand by me. I didn’t even look at him, I’m still so mad at him for walking away and refusing to talk to me about it. I think I’m more mad at me for thinking he’s interested, for embarrassing myself. But most of all, for falling for him. He’s my best friend here, and he probably thinks about me as a kid.

“What’s going on that head of yer’s lassie?” I rolled my head to the side, to look at him.

“What do you think is running through my mind?”

“Lass I’m not a mind reader, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, that much is clear.” I rolled my eyes and stalked away from him.

When I got back to the group, Bilbo had used some hanging vines to climb his way across the river. The rest of us would then use the vines and also cross, staying away from the water. Dwalin went last. That way he could keep an eye on everyone to make sure they were safe. Thorin went first, and the rest of us followed. We were all in a clump trying to get to the other side. It didn’t make it easy, having all us in one area at once. There were a few times I almost fell, but Fili managed to catch me. He’s always doing that. When I turned to thank Fili, I noticed Dwalin shooting daggers, into Fili’s back.

“Uh, thanks Fili.” My eyes darted between him and Dwalin.

“I feel it. Don’t worry, he’s just jealous.”

“I doubt it.” I muttered.

With a little help, I finally made it to the other side, landing beside Thorin. Everyone else was still trying to cross, behind me I heard some twigs snapping. I turned my head over my right shoulder, trying to see what was making the noise. I saw something white in the corner of my eye. By the time I was fully turned around there was a white stag standing in a clearing. It was the brightest thing I’ve seen since we stepped foot into the forsaken forest. Thorin readied his bow, and while we were staring at it, let his arrow fly.

“That’s bad luck.” Bilbo whispered.

“I don’t believe in luck. We make our own luck.” Thorin responded. Watching it run off, I started to cry. I cried for my friends losing their home, for losing his family, for my fight with Dwalin, but most of all I cried because I had lost hope. Hope that we would get out of this forest, and that we would all come out alive at the end. I heard a dull thud, and a splash. My head whirled as I wiped my tears, and there behind me was Fili. In the water behind him, was Bombur, fast asleep. We got everyone across the bridge, and then they pulled Bombur out of the water by his braid. Once he was on dry land, we got him dried off, and he woke up. Then we were on our way again.

We had been wandering for what felt like days, and the path was getting harder and harder to follow. I lost my footing and stumbled forward. Reaching out to brace myself, I latched onto Dwalin, who willingly caught me. He held me until I was steadied enough to let go.

“Are ya, alirgh’?” He looked at me with concern.

“I’m fine.” I shrugged his arms off of me, and walked ahead of him. The feel of his arms wouldn’t leave me though. They were strong, and warm. Oh so warm. They were heavy with muscles, hard from years of use. They were comfortable, they felt like home.

I looked down, to try to occupy my mind, from thinking about him. I let out a loud gasp, loud enough to stop the entire company in their tracks. “We’ve lost the pathway again!”

Everyone started to call out and look for the path, but it was nowhere to be seen. We found some of our things scattered around, and discovered that we have been going in circles for who knows how long. We couldn’t figure out what to do, and everyone was on edge. They were starting fights left and right. I watched as Bilbo climbed up a tree.

Dwalin was on the edge of a cliff overlooking the forest. He turned and walked over to me. “Are ya okay, from the spill you took?”

I looked up at him and the sound of his voice grated against my ears.

“I’m not saying that you’re not okay, you just don’t look that good.”

“Oh, I get it. I’m not good enough for you-”

“-Lass that’s not what I meant.”

“No. No, it’s fine. That’s why you walked away from me the other day.” He opened his mouth to say something, but I held up my finger cutting him off. “Nope. It’s fine. Don’t worry.” I patted his chest and walked away. He stood there watching me. I sat next to Thorin trying to fend off the burning glare of Dwalin. I tapped Thorin on the shoulder, “Are we going to get moving any time soon?” He was about to respond, when I heard a noise somewhere in the distance. I turned to try to pinpoint where it was coming from or what was making it. I couldn’t tell what it was.

I placed my hand on his arm, “Thorin, do you hear that?” He turned towards me. “I think-AHHH!” I was grabbed and pulled upwards. Whatever grabbed me was screeching, in a most disgusting way. I reached for my sword, and started to swing. I nicked it and it screamed louder than before, then it thumped me against a tree, and everything faded into black.

I woke up to my name being shouted rather frantically. “Hello?!” I called out. “Hello? I’m Here!” They continued to call my name, as if they hadn’t heard me. Maybe they didn’t. Out of nowhere a sword is about two inches from my face, and dragged down my body. “AHHHH!”

“I found Y/N!” I looked up and Bilbo was holding his hand out for me to take. I grabbed it and he pulled me up. I did a quick inventory to make sure nothing was broken. Nothing was broken. I turned around and it was chaos! There were spiders screeching and dwarves fighting and being thrown around. One of the spiders turned and locked in on me. It was big, and screeching. The fangs hanging from it’s face are terrifying. Sharp and dripping with venom, or spit I couldn’t tell.

I lifted my sword and readied myself. Once the spider was within striking distance I rolled under and thrusted my sword up. The spider screeched and rolled off. It was angrier than before, so it turned and lunged at me with a renewed vigor. I tried to get away from it, but it was too quick. It grabbed me and it lifted me up. I couldn’t fight it off, not with the way it was holding me. I was dropped to the ground and I landed hard on my back. By the time I got up, we were surrounded by elves, who were helping us fight off the spiders.

“Don’t think I won’t kill you dwarf. It would be my pleasure.” A tall blonde elf said, holding an arrow at Thorin’s head throat. More appeared out of the woods. Like they had been waiting, watching, for the right time to step in. I scowled at the thought.

“Search them.” the white haired elf commanded. Thorin looked rather pissed that they were here. They started searching everyone. They pulled a locket out of Gimli’s coat. “Who is this? Your brother?” He asked.

“That is......my wife!”

“And what is this horrid creature? A Goblin-mutant?” Man this guy is as rude as they get.

“That's my wee lad, Gimli.” I was so lost watching the interaction, I didn’t notice that an elf came up and was getting ready to search me. This particular elf, looked in every pocket, anything he believed could hide a weapon.

“Hey, watch where you’re putting your hands, you creep!” I pushed him away from me. He grabbed my arm, stopping me from pushing him anymore. Others heard the commotion, and tried to push through to get to me.

“Aye! Ye better not hurt em’!” Dwalin yelled.

“I’ll rip you to shreds if you touch a hair on their head!” Dori yelled.

Thorin finally tore free from the elf searching him, and pushed his way to me. “That is enough.” He pushed them away from me and pulled me up to Dwalin. He deposited me there, knowing I would be safe with him. However, he is the last person I want to be around right now. I’m still angry with him. We marched towards Mirkwood.

As we were walking I started counting everyone. I turned while I was walking, and tripped over my own two feet. Dwalin caught me. I smacked him in the arm, causing him to let go of me. “Dwalin…” I whispered, he didn’t respond. “..Dwalin, we’re missing Bilbo.” He looked confused.

“What?”

“He’s not with us. I don’t know where he is.”

“He’s probably fine. Don’t worry.”

“Dwalin! I can’t not worry. In case you forgot, there are spiders out there.”

“Love, he’ll be fine. Please don’t worry.” I gave him a swift elbow to the gut

“What is that for?”

“For calling me love. I’m not your love, you’ve made that very clear.” I stared down at my feet, for the rest of the walk. At the command of the blonde haired elf, they seperated Thorin and me from the rest of the group. I grabbed Thorin’s hand because I was scared of falling. Who designs a walkway without railings? Who does that? They brought us before a throne that looked like it was made of branches. The same as the crown on the man’s head. Thorin squeezed my hand in reassurance as we were brought before him.

“Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon.” He walked down the steps, and got in Thorin’s face. “And dragged a woman with you, how did this happen?” He turned to me.

“It just happened.” I raised my eyebrows at the end.

“A woman in the company of dwarves, I can imagine a more desirous situation for you, than this quest. Does it not bother you that you are alone amongst men? Does it not bother you that this is dangerous, and that you might die?”

“Is this because I’m a woman, because I know you don’t have an issue with that. You have a female warrior amongst you, and others seem to listen to her, so she must be high up in the ranks. So is the issue the dwarves, or just your own ignorance of my abilities?” I heard Thorin snort at my side, and squeeze my hand once again.

“You will not address me that way, I am a king.” He roared.

“ You are not my king. Is that why you wear those twigs on your head?” He sneered at me. He turned to the guard and said something in a language I didn’t understand, and I was ripped away from Thorin. I clung to the elf rather tightly as he led me further down into the palace. Again there were no railings, although the elf said nothing to me. It was the same slim blonde haired elf, from the forest.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Legolas.”

“Legolas, I like that name.”

“Thank you.” We continued to walk in silence. We finally reached the dungeons, where he opened a cell and guided me in there. My eyes were still adjusting, but I saw another figure in the cell. I reached trying to feel my way around the cell. I grabbed the tunic of whoever else was in there.

“Who is that?” I asked patting their chest trying to get a feel of who it was.

“It's me, lassie.” My hands froze where they were.

“Dwalin.” I breathed out.

“Are you alright? What happened up there?” He grabbed my hands and held them down at our sides.

“We were brought before the King, and I may have done something I shouldn't have.”

“What did you do lass?” His voice took a darker tone.

“I sassed the king, and he sent me away. I don’t think he likes me now.” He immediately pulled his hands away.

“Lass, are ye trying to get yourself killed?! He is a fearsome warrior, not to be trifled with.” Dwalin started raising his voice at me.

“Look Dwalin what’s done is done okay?” We sat in silence for a while before either one of us spoke.

“Lass, why won’t you talk to me?”

“Because Dwalin I’m angry at you.”

“Love-” I cut him off.

“I already told you I’m not your love.”

“So this is about the other week.”

“Oh wow look who’s finally using their thick skull. Yes it’s about the other week. You act like you’re interested, spend time with me, look and act like you want to kiss me, then you back away at the last minute.” I walked towards him. “And do you know what the worst part of all this is?” I shook my hands at him. “I would forgive you. I would go to the ends of Middle Earth for you, even if you don’t feel the same way. Dwalin?”

“Yeah lassie?”

“Why did you do that? I just want to know.” He took a deep breath and looked away from me.

“I-uh. It's complicated.”

“Then uncomplicate it for me. I know you feel the same way.”

“I-I can’t. Not right now. I’m sorry.” I threw my hands up in the air.

“Fine. Whatever. I can’t do this right now.”

Chapter 9

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yamagucji · 3 years

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i love them so so much! so far i’ve seen: ponyo, castle in the sky, kiki’s delivery service, my neighbor totoro, howl’s moving castle, spirited away and princess mononoke

ahh those are all really amazing :’) i’ve only seen spirited away and ponyo. really wanna watch howls and princess monoke </3 which is your favorite? also aren’t the music just so ???? good ???

#j; 🌌#ෆ.ask #hope yer doing alright btw

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lu-undy · 4 years

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I had a random thought while I was lonely one night and wanted to see if you can make it into a fic if you want. So Sniper has a prized stuffed toy since he was a child (a koala maybe) and he doesn't tell anyone about it coz he thinks its weird. Spy finds out about it tho and ends up cuddling the thing. Sniper sees him and joins the cuddling session. (Hope you have a wonderful day btw!!)

Here it is, enjoy!

"Bushman…?"

Spy had been looking for his lover all afternoon long.

"Have you seen Sniper by any chance?"

The Frenchman peeked his head in the living room.

"Nah, lad, sorry…" Demo answered, his faithful bottle of scrumpy in his hand. "Last time I saw him -burp- he was going to his van."

"Did anyone see him after that?"

"Yeah, I did." Scout answered.

"Ah, where?"

"In yo bed, stupid!"

Spy rolled his eyes.

"Ugh…"

The Frenchman left. He didn't mind Scout's insults much and took it for jealousy rather than actual aggressive words. Spy headed to his lover's van. He gave a few knocks.

"Bushman?"

No answer and nothing to hear either. He looked at the door closely and smiled. The lock seemed so easy to pick, it might as well have been begging the Frenchman to do it. Spy elegantly took his cigarette case off his breast pocket and flipped it open. Behind the neatly lined up menthol cigarettes, he retrieved two pins and with a light click, the lock yielded.

"Ah!"

Spy pushed the door from the tip of his gloved fingers and smirked before slipping in and shutting the door after him.

"Sniper?"

Still no answer. The Frenchman was sure that his lover was somewhere else. He took advantage of the situation to, well, do what he does best and what his job title says…

He took an innocent glance here and there.

Well, yes, alright, he pried and spied around…

The Frenchman let his fingers run on his lover's belongings. Mugs, cutlery, a plate here; framed pictures and clothes there. He took one in his hand and and looked closer. The Australian was only a little boy on that picture and he was proudly displaying a fish he no doubt had just caught. Spy smiled sweetly when he realised that his lover was so young that he was missing a tooth at the front. It warmed his heart. Sniper's parents stood proud right and left from him and all three of them were smiling at the camera.

The Frenchman sighed. He wished he had met his lover earlier in life…

Spy put the picture back and turned to Sniper's bed. The man in the fancy suit would hate the thing if not for one reason: if he slept there, it was in the warm arms of his dearest.

"Oh…?"

Spy noticed something in the corner of the bed. He reached for it with his arm and retrieved it.

"Mon Dieu…"

Spy's eyebrows jumped and he chuckled when he realised that he was holding in his hand a stuffed little koala bear. It was completely grey as it looked as old as its owner. The Frenchman rolled his eyes. People who didn't know Sniper as well as he did would not understand, but he did. He knew that his lover hid the soul of a poet behind his yellow-tinted glasses, someone who truly enjoyed the beauty of nature, fauna, flora, and well… Spy's natural charm and beauty too!

The Frenchman had stayed in his lover's van for quite a while longer, waiting for Sniper to appear. He eventually did.

"Huh?! How the bloody hell did you get in?! I always have my door locked!"

"Good day to you too. And what time do you call this?" The Frenchman answered, raising an eyebrow.

"Good Lord, Spook, you scared me. I didn't expect you to be here…!" Sniper added as he shut and locked the door behind him. He removed his vest.

Spy walked to him like he would on a catwalk, his gait elegant and attractive. He wrapped his arms around Sniper's neck.

"I am sorry to have scared you, mon coeur."

[Sweetheart]

He put his lips against his lover's for a quick peck and felt Sniper's hands on his waist.

"It's alroight… I'm actually quite happy to see you as I come back. 's a nice feelin' opening the door and seeing you, especially without yer jacket, vest'n all."

"I just feel tired… Today was a long day and you made it even longer by making me wait for you here!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, luv'..." Spy leaned his head on Sniper's chest and the Aussie hugged him dearly. "I was just back in the base for a shower and then I wanted to talk to Engie. The van's makin' weird noises when I switch gears and I wanted his opinion."

"Hmm…" Spy answered. His ear was on Sniper's chest such that when the tall man talked, Spy would feel all the vibrations of his lover's low voice through his skull.

"Wanna lie down a bit?" Sniper suggested.

"Oui, please."

"Here or…?"

"Oui, here, I don't have the heart to leave your arms now."

Sniper smiled. He knew that Spy never showed that side of him to anyone else and that made it all the more special.

"Roight climb up the bed, I'll remove my boots and join ya."

"Fine."

The Frenchman undid the first few buttons of his shirt and laid on his lover's bed. Sniper was quick to slip out of his boots and lie down next to his special man. He spooned him and left a few peck behind Spy's neck.

"Hm… Merci…"

[Thank you…]

"You're welcome." Sniper whispered. "Love ya."

Spy had closed his eyes and hearing the Aussie tell him those words made a smile flash across his face.

"I love you too, Sniper. Oh, by the way, I think we are missing someone."

"What?"

Spy turned to face his lover.

"I think we are missing someone."

"Here? In my bed?" Sniper asked, overwhelmed by the confusion.

"Oui. Here…"

Spy handed the stuffed koala plush to his lover and saw his cheeks turn crimson.

"Oh, uh, well, I-uh, you've found'im, eh?"

"Indeed I have."

"Wait…" Sniper took it in his hands and observed it more keenly. "Did you clean it?!"

Spy nodded with a smile.

"It was terribly dusty and the white on it wasn't white anymore. I just used some of your washing liquid and your sponge. It is not much I'm afraid, but at least he looks more like a koala now."

Sniper's eyes darted up to his lover's.

"Y-you're not makin' fun of me?"

"Non, I find it touching. I imagine you have had it for a very long time, non?"

"Yeah, since I was a kid really. I can sleep without it as you know but uh, I still keep it. I can't throw it away."

"I understand." Spy answered as he threw his gloves away and put his hand on his lover's cheek.

"Oh… Uh… Thanks for not laughing at me.”

Spy brushed Sniper's cheek with his naked fingers. He felt the rough skin and the sideburns below his soothing digits.

"I cannot say that I did not chuckle when I found it but it was out of cuteness. Your sensitivity shows in the most naive ways. I like that about you."

Sniper extended his hand but Spy held him back.

"You may keep it with you if you want."

"Nah." Sniper put it away. "I've got a better koala now."

Spy raised a curious eyebrow as Sniper pulled him in closer.

"Where is it?" The Frenchman asked.

"Roight in front of me. The most clingy, grey-haired and adorable thing I've ever seen…"

"Oh I am a thing now, am I?"

"You, little mister, are the best plush ever."

"Hm…"

Spy spooned his lover, lacing his arms around his waist.

"I had better be." He answered.

"Oh, you are, no doubt about that. You're very soft, atrociously cuddly, and you're even warm! How much better could it get?"

"Oh I can show you how…"

The French accent sung in the hunter's ear and soon Sniper felt his lover's hands on his chest, sliding up to find the buttons of his shirt.

#tf2sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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