#huh this is. just fine! dandy!

[skygremlin]

DW it's just ketchup (is currently living on copium)

Me: I need to draw them to cope

Also me: redraws Ivan getting shot

Me @ me: .... This isn't what I was talking about

[slvttyplum]

suguru was a motorcycle rider, he loved going on the tracks and busting it up, it was something that brought him joy and made him feel free, you know who else made him feel like that? you. so why not mix both and bring you along? and that's what he did.

on your free days, he would happily drag you along to the tracks and have you ride with him, get you out of your comfort zone and just let the breeze and sun slide across your pretty face.

that was all fine and dandy, but something started to bother you. suguru would wear his regular all black gear, making him look scrumptious, divine, eatable, and you never got to indulge in that because once he got back home he slipped it right off, returning to his regular clothes.

so you had to catch him when he wasn't doing anything while he was in his cute little uniform, but he was always on that damn bike, so you had to resort to something else.

there you were with your cute matching helmets with your arms wrapped around his waist and your booty propped up on the seat, the heat, and wind combining just right as he zooms on the empty track.

your hands slowly sliding down and rubbing his stomach, just testing the waters to see how he reacts. there it was, he takes one hand off the bars and places it on top of yours, rubbing over a couple of times before placing it back on the handle.

slolwy running down your hand on his bulge and then into pants and briefs, feeling his warm length and pulling it out.

“what are you doing?” suguru looking back at you then back ahead of him, his driving getting slower as he tries to focus in on what he's doing, but all you do is nuzzle into the side of him trying to watch your hands.

“just keep going.” your hand going uo to your mouth, spitting on it and replacing your hand that was previously on it, pumping him. you could feel his breathing getting heavier from the feeling on his back, a bright smile on your face as you continue.

your arm wrapping back around his waist for stability as you keep pumping, hearing his faint moans as he continues to drive and go faster. a laugh erupting from your throat by how good of a time you were having.

the pumping on his dick getting faster and your thumb swiping over his tip as you feel pre-cum leak up and down his length.

“im gonna get you for this.” suguru swerving a little but keeping the balance on his bike going as he increases his speed, the grip he had on the handles making his knuckles turn white. moans sliding up his throat as he feels the pleasure keeps bubbling.

his head threatening to fall down, but he had to keep going. your hand doesn't stop even for a second, and you keep going, wrapping your other arm around him tightly and using both your hands to pump him.

“fuck.” his voice low, but he keeps going and doesn't stop. he's doing great, and you're not surprised because he knows how to control himself, but not for long. the speed the both of you were going increased his arousal, and there it was.

his warm cum leaking onto your hand and a laugh erupting from your throat before you give him a kiss on the back and whispering a “good job.”

suguru speeds up to the entrance and slowly stops, putting down the bar to park and quickly putting his dick in his pants. you quickly get off and go to the station and wipe the cum off with his towel.

he leans over you and laughs.

“you really got me, huh?” and with that you run, and he chases you, the both of you laughing.

[eideticmemory]

DARLING & DANDELION | SPENCER REID

Spencer is a lot of things to you. Your baby daddy, your lover, your best friend, and a massive pain in your ass.

Word Count: 6k.

Warning/Includes: Dad!Spencer, smut, angst, hurt/comfort.

You haven’t even caught your breath yet and you go, “We can’t do this anymore.”

And Spencer’s, whose chest is still heaving up and down, goes, “Wh…what?”

“We can’t do this anymore,” you wipe sweat from your forehead. “It’s tacky.”

Spencer props himself up his elbow and turns his body to face you, “Tacky? What do you mean?”

“Don’t do that. You know what I mean.”

“It’s…I mean…we…it’s healthy.”

“Tuh!” you laugh. “That’s your professional opinion, doctor?”

“Yes. Yes, sex is good for the body and the mind.”

“What if…” you prop yourself up on your elbows, “It’s with your ex, who you can never work it out with, who you have a kid with, on an occasional and convenient basis?”

“From personal experience, it’s the best sex you can ever have,” he finishes his sentence with a devilish smile and you roll your eyes, poke your tongue out at him.

You shake your head, “I have to go. You have to go,” you get out of bed.

Spencer’s eyes scan over your naked body and he asks, “Why? Where are you going?”

“Gotta pick up Dandelion from my mom’s,” you tell him as you button your jeans.

“Can I come?”

“What? No.”

“Why not? I haven’t seen Dandy in a week.”

“It’s not about you seeing Dandy. It’s about my mom seeing you.”

“What? She loves me.”

“Duh, more than she loves me, but you know how she likes to pry. She’s gonna think we’re back together.”

“Ah! No, not that we’re back together,” he mocks. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, darling.”

“Well, it’s not a good thing. Put some clothes on.”

“Take your clothes off.”

“Oh, you wish.”

“Can I come?”

“You came about five minutes ago, mister. It’s time for you to go.”

He fakes a laugh, “You’re so clever. Can I come?”

“Are you going to keep asking?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes. “Fine, just, put some fucking clothes on.”

“You’re so easy to wear down,” he giggles, and he hops up, gets himself dressed. You go to leave the room and he calls out to you, “Hey.”

He steps in front of you, takes a good look, and runs his hand over your hair, “I think it would be a good thing…”

You feel this lump in your throat, jammed in the center of your voice box, blocking any air, any words. You tear your eyes away from him and clear your throat, “God, I hate your haircut.”

He chuckles to himself as you maneuver around him and he follows you out to your car.

You ring your mom’s doorbell and say, “Need you to act normal, please.”

“Oh, so, not like we just came from having sex?”

“Exactly.”

You feel him squeeze your ass and you jump, swat at his arm, “Hey!”

“I’m just getting it all out now.”

And as you roll your eyes, the door opens and your mom greets you with nothing but an, “Oh!”

“Hey, mom,” you wave as you step inside.

“Hey, mom,” Spencer mimics and gives her a big hug.

“Well, this is a surprise, huh?”

“Wrapped up with a case early, darling said I could tag along.”

You round the corner into the living room and see Dandelion sitting in front of the TV, legs crisscrossed underneath her. You lean against the wall and just watch her for a moment. You scan over her features, your eyes landing on the tip of her nose that pokes out just like her dad’s. You clear your throat and she does a double take when she sees you.

“Mommy!” she shouts, and she hops up at lightning speed, rushing towards you as fast as her little feet will carry her.

You drop to your knees and let her crash into you, engulf her in your arms, hold her really tight. You pepper her face with kisses, saying, “Hi, baby, hi, baby!”

“Did you have a good day at work?” she asks you.

“Yes, baby. How was your day with Mimi?”

“We got ice cream.”

“No way!”

“Yes!”

“What kind of ice cream?”

“Chocolate,” she giggles.

“Ooh, that’s your favorite. Did you eat all of it?”

“Yes.”

“Every single bite?”

“Yes!”

“Where did it all go, huh?” You start to tickle her tummy and she falls over in laughter. “Here? Here?”

Her giggles are so loud and contagious that you smile so wide, it hurts your face. “Guess what? I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, you,” you tickle her face. “Look,” you stand her up. “Look who’s here.”

On queue, Spencer pops his head around the corner and Dandelion’s eyes light up. She jumps up and down, screaming, “Daddy!”

“Dandy!” Spencer exclaims, and he scoops her up in his arms.

You stand up as he walks her into the living room, pecking soft kisses all over her face, twirling her around, “Oh, I missed you. I missed you so much.”

You watch the two of them, Spencer sat on the couch with Dandelion in his lap, his arms around her protectively. And as you settle into the peace of it all, something - someone - pinches you very hard and they won’t let go.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you wince, as your mom drags you into the kitchen.

“What the hell is Spencer doing here?” she whispers.

She stands in front of you with her arms crossed and you suddenly feel like a little girl. You cut your eyes over to Spencer and Dandy very briefly and stutter, “He…told you. They finished the case early and he asked if he could come see Dandy.”

“Mmhmm…” she nods.

“Mom, please,” you groan.

“Don’t mom, please me. What is going on?”

“Nothing is going on. I…we…he wanted to come see Dandy, so I let him come see Dandy. Coparenting 101, I don’t understand why you’re so suspicious.”

“What…what is this…” she reaches in and pulls down the collar of your shirt to reveal your neck. “Is…is that a hickey? Oh, [y/n], c’mon. What are you? 15?”

“No, no, I…burnt myself with a flat iron.”

She sighs, “I hope you know what you’re doing here, kid.”

“I’m not doing anything. Nothing is happening. I…”

“Shush,” she tells you and you turn around as Spencer enters the kitchen.

“Darling?” he calls.

“Hm?” you reply.

“Could I, uh, could Dandy come home with me? I’ll be off tomorrow and I can watch her while you’re at work and you could pick her up after?”

You and your mom exchange a glance and you cross your arms defensively, “Sure,” you nod at him. “Sure, if Dandy’s okay with that.”

“Thank you!” he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and your mom raises her eyebrows at you.

Spencer runs back into the living room, chanting, “Daddy and Dandy day! Daddy and Dandy day! Daddy and Dandy day!” and Dandelion bursts into laughter, repeating him, going, “Daddy and Dandy day! Daddy and Dandy day!”

“Does he know nothing is happening?” your mom asks you.

“Spencer’s a smart boy, mom. Don’t worry about him.”

“And yet,” she sucks her teeth. “He’s a complete dumbass when it comes to you.”

Spencer asks if you can drive them to the park. There, JJ meets you with Henry. Dandy and him are close in age. In fact, Spencer had just returned from seeing Henry in the hospital when you told him you were pregnant. It was not your best timing, considering his familial trauma and all, but it had to be done. This puts Henry at 4 and Dandy running in close second at 6 months behind. JJ takes a seat next to you on the bench, watching Spencer run around with the kids. There are the casual aspects of conversation. The how are yous and how’s work and anecdotes about the kids and then she asks, “So, what’s going on between you two?”

“Ugh,” you groan. “Is there a sign on my face today or something?”

“Sore subject?” she grins.

“No. Nothing sore about it. Nothing’s going on…” you look at her from the corner of your eye, then turn your head, “Why? Why, did he say something to you?”

“No.”

A beat passes.

“You seem disappointed by that,” she adds.

“Oh, no. Don’t do that. Do not profile me. You know I hate it when you guys do that.”

She laughs, “Well, I lied. He talks about you all the time.”

You bite down on your lip and look away.

A beat passes.

JJ says, “You seem pleased by that.”

You drive Spencer and Dandelion to his apartment and she runs in like she owns the place.

“Okay, so,” you hold out her backpack for him. “She’s got a change of clothes in here, some hair clips, some ties, oh, uh, how much of her body wash and shampoo do you have left? Because I don’t think I put any in here…”

When you look up and he’s giving you a blank stare, you go, “What?”

“You’re not gonna come in?”

“It’ll just confuse her.”

Spencer wants to argue. He wants to sweet talk you and coax you inside, but coparenting 101, “No, yeah, you’re right.”

He watches you kiss Dandelion goodbye and when she runs back inside, he says, “Call you at bedtime?”

“Yes. Please.”

He has that look in his eye like he wants to kiss you, you know it well. So you leave before he can get a chance.

When you’re laying in bed that night, Spencer calls you on FaceTime and he sets you up on the nightstand so you can see them both. Dandelion laying in bed and Spencer kneeling beside her.

“Hi, mommy!” They say in unison.

“Hi,” you giggle.

“We were just about to pick Dandy’s story for the night,” Spencer tells you. “Dandy?”

She tilts her head.

“What story do you want tonight, baby?”

“Ummm…” she hums, giggling, “The story about my name.”

“Ohhh, that’s a good story,” Spencer grins.

“That is a good story,” you smile.

Spencer holds Dandelion’s hands in his and starts, in this sweet, soft voice, “Once upon a time…there was a mommy and a daddy. And they loved each other sooo much that they were gonna have a…”

“Baby!” she finishes for him and he chuckles.

“That’s right, they were gonna have a baby! And the mommy and daddy were sooo excited about their baby, they just couldn’t wait. But when the time came for the baby to come…”

“She didn’t wanna come out!” Dandy laughs.

“No, no, no, the baby didn’t wanna come out. She wanted to stay warm and cozy in the mommy’s belly. So, the mommy and daddy tried everything to get their baby to come out, but nothing worked! Until one day, they went for a walk at the park. And the mommy was so big that she walked like this…” Spencer mimics your trademark waddle and the two of you laugh at him, you rolling your eyes at the screen. “And they walked and walked and walked and nothing was working. Until, this big, big gust of wind came by…”

He flails his arms, going, “Whoooooosh!” and Dandelion mimics him.

“It was so big, it almost knocked the mommy and daddy over. And when the wind stopped, this tiny, small dandelion floated out of the sky and landed right on the mommy’s belly…and then…”

“Pop!” they say in sync.

“The baby was ready to come out! So the daddy took the mommy to the hospital and out came the most beautiful baby the world has ever, ever seen. The mommy and daddy were so happy and they loved her so much. But they still had to pick a name for her. So after they thought and thought and thought, they named her…”

“Diana Dandelion Reid,” she smiles.

“That’s right,” Spencer nods. “But we just call you Dandy.”

Dandelion smiles as Spencer places a kiss on her nose. “Goodnight, baby. Say good night to mommy,” he grabs his phone and holds it up to her.

“Goodnight, mommy,” she tells you and your heart just melts.

“Goodnight, baby,” you whisper. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

She nods and rolls over as Spencer turns out the lamp, leaving her to sleep. Once he’s out of the room, he closes the door and gives you a soft smile.

“Thanks for joining us, darling.”

You smile, nod, “It’s a good story.”

“The best.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Looking forward to it.”

While you’re at work the next day, Spencer sends you a picture of the two of them out on the lake.

S: Pedal boats today!

You giggle to yourself.

Y: Omg so fun!! I thought you were afraid of open water?

S: I was terrified but she begged and begged and begged! What was I supposed to do???

Y: 😂😂😂

You pick up Dandelion after work and she is distraught.

“I don’t want daddy to go!” she cries and you see Spencer’s heart break. You can hear it.

“He’ll be back, baby, he always come back,” you whisper, rubbing her back.

“No-oo-oo!” she cries and reaches up for Spencer who scoops her into his arms before she can ball her hands into a fist.

“Hey, hey, hey, Dandy, look at me,” he cooes. He wipes the tears from her eyes, “You and mommy are going to call me everyday, huh? And you’ll tell me all about your fun day with Mimi and we’ll do your story before bed and I promise you, I will be back before you know it. Okay?”

She sniffles, gives him a sad nod.

“Okay, give me a hug,” he says and they squeeze each other real tight. “You, too, mommy,” he holds his other arm open for you and you hesitate, but only for a moment, and then you step in and wrap your arms around both of them.

“Mmm,” he hums happily, gives you both a kiss on the cheek, “My girls. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Dandelion lets Spencer hand her over to you and he waves until you guys are out of the door and all the way down the stairs. Then he exhales all the air in his chest and he cries. But only for a little bit.

He’s gone for a little over two weeks. The day he comes back, he doesn’t really give you any notice, he just texts: Back in town. What are you up to?

And you, still at work, reply: Nothin. Workin.

S: Lunch?

You meet him at a restaurant down the street and when you walk in, he gets so excited that he stands up to wave and knocks all the silverware off the table. Your hand flies to your mouth as it all falls to the floor in a loud sequence of clangs and booms and you watch him scramble to pick it all up. People are staring and as you make the decision to walk over to him, it’s like you’re saying to everyone: yep, he’s mine!

“Hi, darling,” he huffs, his face bright red.

“Hi,” you laugh.

He takes you in a warm embrace and you hold the back of his head in your hand.

“Oh, I missed you,” he says.

“We missed you, too.”

He’s not supposed to, but like he always has, he tells you all about the case they were working on. Full of twists and turns and gorey details that make you sick to your stomach but, somehow, you can still eat. He asks about Dandy and that leads you into the dreaded preschool conversation and you both shut it down instantly.

“How did she get so big?” he asks.

“We just…kept feeding her,” you laugh and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Time needs to slow down. Seriously. It’s happening too fast.”

“I know. I know, I know, but we’ve got so much more to look forward to, y’know? First day of school and science fairs and graduations…”

“Ah-ah! No, no, none of that. She’s gonna be little forever.”

“You’re in denial, doctor.”

“Well, duh.”

“Here’s the check, you guys,” the waiter interrupts. “No rush, though. Take your time.”

“Thanks,” you say in unison.

“He only brought one check?” you question.

Spencer raises his eyebrows at you.

“And he gave it to you? How caveman of him.”

“Now, now, darling, stand down. Let me pay for your food.”

“I mean, of course I’m going to let you pay for it. I just don’t like the assumption.”

“What assumption?” he smirks.

“I…you really like driving me insane, don’t you?”

He cackles and nods, “Yeah, actually. Kinda my job.”

You laugh and lean into him a bit. The booth you two are in has you sandwiched shoulder to shoulder, and sure, there is plenty of room for there to be distance between you two, but you don’t want there to be. You look at his neck and reach in. As your fingertip touches his skin, you can feel his pulse kick up. You pull the chain from underneath his shirt and let the dandelion pendant fall to his chest.

“Where’s yours?” he asks and his fingertips trail over your collarbone, grabbing onto your matching necklace.

You release his chain, but he won’t let go off yours and he’s giving you that look and you just shake your head, “I should really get back to work.”

When you get to his place, the two of you burst through the door, bodies mangled and tangled together, lips mushed into each other’s faces. Spencer’s got his arms wrapped tight around your waist and your hands have gotten lost in his hair. As he pushes you backwards, you trip over a barbie doll and nearly fall over but he catches you.

“You okay?” he mumbles.

“Mhm,” you nod, and you whip your bodies around, push him onto the couch. He lands with a deep, “oof!” and watches you crawl into his lap. His eyelids drop, feeling the warmth of your hand on his face and your lips on his neck. He grips onto your waist, bunches your dress up in his hands and you work to unbutton his shirt.

You breathe into each other’s mouths, out of breath and grinding against one another on a constant, rhythmic loop.

“Mm,” you moan as he licks down your neck. “Do you have a condom?”

“Mm,” he ponders, “Condom, condom, condom…yes!” And he throws you off of him, leaving you laying on your back while he runs into his room. You slide your panties off and he returns with the packet in hand and falls right on top of you.

His body perched between your legs, you undo his pants and take his jaw in your hands, put your tongue in his mouth. He puts the condom on and holds onto the couch as he pushes all the way into you. You both gasp and Spencer crashes on top of you, catching you in a messy kiss. You pull your legs back for him and he starts pounding into you with this rhythm that you love and he knows that you love. He peppers soft kisses all over your face and grunts into your ear, grips onto your jaw so he can look you in the eye. He thrusts into you so quickly and with so much force that the couch is rattling around on the floor and your head is getting knocked off the edge of the couch. But he’s got you.

Your moans bounce off the walls and your mouth is wide open as you scream, “Fuck!”

As Spencer leans into kiss you, the both of you lose your balance and go sliding off the couch.

“Oh, shit!” you gasp, and try to hold on, but it’s too late and you guys fall on the floor, Spencer groaning as he breaks your fall.

“Oh, my god,” you whisper, leaning down to comfort him. “Oh, my god, are you okay?”

“I’m okay, just…just do that thing with your hips that I like,” he huffs.

You readjust, “This?” you pant as you start to grind your hips on his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” he moans, his eyes falling shut and his head rolling back. “Yeah, that’s it.”

You lean back, resting your hands on his knees and bounce on him, your mouth falling open. He paws at your breasts and pulls at the fabric of your dress. He knows you’re about to come because he knows you, and he knows your body and he can feel you tightening around him, your hips increasing in speed. Your voice starts to get real whiny and you pound your palms into his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper and all he can do is watch, and hold himself back until you get there.

He takes your nipple into his mouth and you tangle your fingers in his hair and grind yourself against him until your whole body tenses up and trembles. You come with his face in your chest and your eyes rolling so far back in your head that you go blind. It only takes a few more motions of your hips for him to follow behind you and he holds onto you for dear life, muffling his groans against your skin.

You both fall onto the floor, still holding each other, trying to catch your breath. Spencer grips onto your hair and kisses you passionately, repeatedly, and casually says, “Love you.”

You can’t stop the visceral reaction you have. You just sit up and stare at him, your eyes big and wide. “I…” you stutter, give him a friendly pat on the face, “Love you…I have to go.”

He watches, dazed and confused, as you hop off of him and fix your dress, “You’re making me feel cheap here, darling.”

You laugh, awkwardly, “No, no, I just, I’m so late for work. I have to get back,” you trip over your panties as you pull them up your legs and swear, “Shit!”

Spencer fixes his pants and stands up, striding over to you, “I freaked you out…”

“What? No. You didn’t freak me out.”

“Because, I can say I don’t love you if it’ll fix it.”

“I’m not freaked out.”

“I don’t love you, I…hate you actually.”

“I’m just late for work,” you try to slide out the door but he reaches out for you.

“Wait, wait,” he calls. “I thought I could maybe see Dandy today?”

“Uh, yeah, she’s at my mom’s just, go whenever,” you shrug. “I have to go. Bye.”

“Darling?” he calls, but you close the door on him.

Your body shivers and you march down the hallway, down the stairs and back on your way to work. When your shift ends, you head over to your mom’s and she opens the door with a bright smile, “Hello, my love!”

“Hi,” you groan as you step inside.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just, rough day. Need to see my Dandy…” you round the corner and see Spencer playing with her in the living room, so you push yourself back, your mom along with you.

“What the hell is he doing here?” you whisper.

“He’s been here for a few hours. He said he told you?”

“He…I mean…yeah, he did. Why is he still here?”

“I don’t know, [y/n], maybe to be an active, caring father? Crucify the boy, why don’t you?”

Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you tug on your hair with a rush of anxiety.

“[y/n]…” your mom says. “What is going on?”

You sigh and lean against the wall, “I don’t know what I’m doing…you were right, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

And she steps in, grabs your shoulders, takes a deep breath. You follow her. In and out, in and out.

“Well, then,” she nods. “You better figure it the fuck out, baby.”

“I know. I know, I know.”

“Mommy?” Your heads turn to the sound of the tiny voice and Dandelion looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes and every bit of tightness in your chest just dissipates.

“Hi, honey,” you coo and you instantly lean down to pick her up. “Oh, hi, you. Hi, my baby.”

Spencer follows her out there and waves, casually, “Hi, mommy.”

“Hi,” you nod to him.

“Me and daddy made a castle,” Dandelion tells you. “Come look!”

“Oh, yes, show me, show me!”

You follow her into the living room, leaving Spencer with your mom. She purses her lips at him and then promptly walks by him, giving his shoulder a harsh slap.

“Ow!” he exclaims. “What did I do?”

Spencer takes Dandelion home for the night. It’s a Friday so he plans to have her all weekend and most of next week which is fine with you. It’ll give you time to rest and reflect and figure it the fuck out. Spencer takes the hint. For once, he takes the hint and he only texts you sporadic updates.

So, when he calls you on Monday at four in the morning, you think he wants to have a talk. One of those conversations that you guys can never seem to have in the light of day.

“Hello?” you grumble.

“Hey,” he says. “Sorry I woke you up. Can you, um, can you come over?”

You sit up, “Why? Is Dandy okay?”

“Oh, yeah, she’s fine. She’s asleep. I, uh…there’s a case…”

You sigh. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You’re already up to get dressed.

“Darling…”

“I’ll be there in ten,” and you hang up.

He sees your car pull in from the street and he has the door open for you when you get upstairs. He has his go-bag packed and he looks apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you. “I’ll make it up to you. Both of you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off. “I’ve got it. You can go.”

“Darling, you know I can’t…I…I didn’t ask to be called in.”

“No, well, duh. This is just one of those things, right?” you shrug. “One of those things I could never stand and I still can’t stand. I’m used to it. It’s fine. I’ll explain to Dandy.”

“This isn’t about the case…”

“Can you…please?”

“This is about the other day. When we…when I…”

“I’m not upset. Don’t project on me. I’m fine.”

“Oh, okay, that was convincing.”

“Why do you always have to do this?” you snap, keeping your voice down. “Without fail. You always do this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you always have to ruin a good thing? You always, always just have to suck the fun out of everything.”

He scoffs, goes to speak, and pauses, “Did it ever occur to you that…that it wasn’t fun for me, [y/n]?”

Oh, he’s serious. He used your real name.

“That I didn’t enjoy being yanked around and used like some toy?”

“I…oh, come on! Is your eidetic memory broken or something? You initiated it, remember? And if you did that just in hopes of us getting back together, that’s not fair. That’s so unfair.”

“I just wanted to be close to you. And, yeah, maybe that wasn’t fair. But I just…I’m having a hard time believing that it doesn’t work. That we don’t work, hey,” he grabs your shoulders, makes you stop shaking your head and look at him, “Maybe for all the hurt we’ve caused each other and all the baggage, maybe it’s just meant to work. We are meant to work, okay? Because I love you. I am so in love with you. I don’t know how to not be in love with you, look,” he puts your hand to his chest, “Feel how fast my heart is beating? It does not every time I’m around you. I can’t help it.”

“Please, stop.”

“And you’re telling me you don’t feel the same way?” he puts his hand to your ribs and your heart is pounding against his palm. “I don’t believe you.”

It takes you a moment before you can pry his hand away. You remove your hand from his chest, hold his hands in yours, and give him this sad, sad look.

You can see his shoulders fall in defeat, this heavy breath of air coming straight from his chest. He steps away and grabs his go-bag, stands up straight, “It’s a local case so I shouldn’t be gone too long. Kiss Dandy for me?”

You nod, but you can’t look at him. You let him place a kiss on your forehead and then he leaves. You lock the door behind him.

You crawl into bed with Dandelion and you stir for most of the night.

By the time you fall asleep, she wakes up twenty minutes later.

And so, life just kinda goes on. Spencer calls to talk to Dandy just before you go into work so you tell him to call your mom and he does. That’s the last you hear from him for the next couple of days until he calls you while you’re at work.

“Hello?” you answer.

“[y/n]?”

You pause for a moment, “JJ?” and then the realization hits you and you hop up from your desk, running out of the building.

There’s some words like “bomb” and “concussion” and “pavement” but they all blur together and you yell, “Just tell me what hospital!”

You can’t even remember where you parked your car. Everything is muffled and you rush around the crowded hospital in a frenzy. You can’t hear anything. Hell, you can barely see anything. Just Derek, holding an ice pack to his head, pointing you towards a room so you go.

When you see Spencer lying there, a big bandage wrapped around the circumference of his head and a doctor tracking his vitals, you can barely bring yourself to step in the room.

The doctor glances at you, then returns to his clipboard, “Are you his wife?”

You step in, slowly, bring yourself to Spencer’s side, “I’m, uh, the closest thing he’s got to one.”

He tells you there’s some swelling around Spencer’s brain, but it’s been drained. He can’t provide you with an exact estimate of when Spencer will wake up. If he ever wakes up. And as this man is talking to you in this stern, stoic voice, you just look at Spencer. You trace the structure of his face and put your hand on his chest. The doctor leaves and you still can’t pull yourself away from him.

“You did this on purpose,” you whisper, caressing his face. “You did this on purpose to make me feel bad, didn’t you? Because…because I was awful to you…I’m so sorry,” you sob. “I’m so sorry.”

You lay your head on his chest and cry, “Just don’t die. I can’t do this by myself, you hear me? Please, don’t, die.”

Spencer wouldn’t wake up for another four whole days. You sleep in the chair beside his bed until a nice nurse brings you a cot. Dandelion stays at your mom’s house and JJ offers, repeatedly, to give you a a chance to leave. Shower, eat, see your kid. But you’re so worried that if you leave, Spencer will die. So you fall asleep every night to the sound of his heartbeat on the monitor and if it ever should stop, you would know. On day four, you pop your head up from a few hours sleep and he’s watching you. His eyes are hooded and grey, but they are open, you can tell. You hop up and rush over to him, gently setting your hands on his body.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Hi! Hi! Hi, Spencer,” you sob. “Oh, my god.”

He stares at you for a moment, then his eyes scan the room. He looks back at you, “Who…” his voice breaks, “Are you?”

Your eyes go wide and you let out this defeated sound. You don’t even know where to begin. You don’t know how to respond or what to do or how to feel. You think you’re gonna crumble to your knees. And then he smiles.

“I’m just messing with you, darling.”

“Ugh!” you shout and you start slamming your palms into his chest. “That’s not funny!”

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” he laughs. “Okay, okay, okay, I’m injured here!”

You take his face in your hands and give him a long kiss. You can hear his heart rate go up on the monitor.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he mumbles, as you hug him. “I’m…I’m sorry for everything.”

“No, stop that. Not important. Ridiculously unimportant, okay? Don’t even think about it.”

He nods and breathes you in, “You…stink. When was the last time you showered?”

“That would be…like, the day you were blown up.”

“Ah. When was that?”

“Four days ago.”

“Holy shit.”

You giggle, “Did you just say a bad word, doctor l?”

“Fuck, cut me some slack! I slept through hump day.”

You press your nose against his and laugh and the world feels okay again.

Spencer has to stay in the hospital for another week before you can bring him home. Dandelion is back in her own bed and she just thinks Spencer has gone on a long, long trip. She’s at your mom’s when you get Spencer to his apartment and he begs to see her. Even when his head is still killing him, he begs to see her.

“Tomorrow,” you say as you tuck him into bed. “You’ve still got that scary raccoon look going on. Don’t wanna freak her out.”

“Tomorrow? You promise?”

“I promised the both of you. Tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He curls up and notices you crawl in bed beside him, “Darling, you don’t have to sleep here.”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, run your hand through his hair, “Go to sleep.”

The next day, he is more like himself. Maybe it’s the adrenaline he gets from the prospect of seeing his daughter, maybe it’s waking up next to you in the morning, but either way, he looks like himself and he talks like himself and he can’t wait to go to the park.

Your mom meets you there with Dandelion and she trips over her feet running to Spencer. She crashes into him and nearly knocks him over, and you can tell it hurts him, but he takes it and kisses her face.

“Where were you, daddy?”

“Oh, on a long, long trip, baby. But I’m back now.”

“I missed you!”

“Oh, Dandy,” he squeezes her tight. “You have no idea.”

He plays for as long as he can. He climbs the playset and runs around playing tag and hide and seek until his breath nearly gives out. He runs over to the bench you and your mom are sat on and huffs, “Can someone else push her on the swing before I pass out?”

The two of you laugh and your mom says, “I’ll go.”

“Thanks,” Spencer takes her spot beside you and his head falls into your lap. “Phew! Tell you what, a coma seriously bends you out of shape.”

“Well, you weren’t all that much in shape before the coma.”

“Ugh,” he groans. “You sound like the fitness personnel at the academy. What does in shape even mean?”

You cackle and he puts his arm over your shoulder. The two of you watch Dandy on the swing. Up and down, up and down, higher and higher, until her laughter is echoing around the park.

“You know…” you start. “Maybe it wouldn’t be…the worst thing in the world…”

Spencer doesn’t even have to ask what you’re talking about, he just looks at you and smiles, “Really?”

You give him a sly shrug.

He looks away from you, trying to keep himself from smiling so hard that his face rips in half. “I…I’m sorry - it’s because I got blown up, isn’t it?”

“Just shut up,” you laugh.

“You can tell me the truth, I won’t be mad.”

“You know what? I take it back, you get on my nerves. Oof!” you exclaim as he suddenly takes you into a tight hug. And for the first time in a long time, you feel a calm, serene peace.

“Yeah, well,” he says, “Sorry, too late.”

[swordy-da-goat]

(last ask for a while bc I feel like I'm nagging you sorryy)

I thought road wiz was like an scp, and now we have hazard monster.

Anyway I wonder how either of them would react to being treated like scps? Hazard would be a keter for sure.

Also if you made a road wiz plush I'd 100% buy it I love him sm

got carried away my bad

The Road Wiz

Item# : SCP-████

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in ██████, Sector-██ at Site-██. SCP-████ will often teleport out of their containment cell for an unprecedented amount of time before teleporting back. They are allowed to freely walk around the foundation as their skills and “magic” are very useful in securing anomalies, reducing injuries and casualties, and dealing with containment breaches.

Description: A humanoid entity (hard to distinguish if SCP-████ is a human or some other entity due to their hat and scarf obscuring facial view. Request to remove hat was met with opposition) wearing a hat resembling an orange traffic cone with one big and small white, reflective stripes, an orange safety vest with a long cloak attached from the backend, a yellow and black safety coverall, and long black leather and rubber gloves and boots.

SCP-████ is also in possession of a long black staff with a ring on the tip of unknown material. This staff is able to produced anomalous properties which can be better described as “magic.” Their “magic” seems to be a parody of signs, spells being correlated by the top of their staff in a hologram visual. One example being the staff projecting a deer sign when generating a glowing holographic version with mass of any of the Cervidae family.

Addendum 1: Discovery

SCP-████ was first captured near American state highway ██. The foundation was alerted when nearby police claimed that quote, “a portal just f█cking opened in the middle of the lobby where then a weirdly dressed guy wearing a cone on their head kicked a guy through saying to arrest him for drunk driving.” All personnel in the police station were given Class A amnestics. Foundation personnel were then deployed to the last place SCP-████ was spotted. Foundation were able to find SCP-████ feeding some stray dogs under American state highway ██. SCP-████ willingly agreed to come with the foundation for questioning.

Addendum 2: Interview

The following interview was conducted by Dr. Richards

Dr. Richards: Good afternoon SCP-████, I hope you’re feeling comfortable right now.

SCP-████: No, no, I’m fine thank you. Though I would prefer if you addressed me by “Road Wizard” or just “Wiz.” SCP-████ sounds a bit degrading.

Dr. Richards: …Noted. Anyways the foundation would like to ask you questions regarding your… job.

SCP-████: My job! Well you see Dr., as my name suggests, I am a wizard. My job is simply to keep everyone safe and responsible. The world is a very dangerous place, you SCP foundation folks would know that better than anyone about that fact!

Dr. Richards: You know of the SCP foundation?

SCP-████: Of course I do! Very big fan of your work! Trying to keep the everyone safe from all these dangerous anomalies. Kudos to you guys, kudos!

Dr. Richards: Uh, thank you? Anyways, can you detail how you usually preform your job, or keep people “safe?”

SCP-████: Uh… I guess lecturing people on the rules and importance of road rules, filling up potholes, sticking reflective poles near edges, stuff like that. Pretty mundane huh?

Dr. Richards: What about your staff? What do you use that for?

SCP-████: Oh my staff! Well, I use it to channel my magic for the more dangerous part of my job. Magic can be real dandy in a rock slide.

Dr. Richards: I see.

Room is silent as Dr. Richard pauses to write notes.

Dr. Richards: *coughs* Um, SCP- sorry, Road Wizard. If you don’t mind me asking, I know you dub yourself as the “Road Wizard,” but is that the only safety concern you have? Or are there others like you that specialize in other hazards?

SCP-████: Funny you should ask that Dr., my real name’s actually the Safety Wizard. I just go with road because America has a crap ton of cars you know? And no, there's no one else like me so far that I know of.

Dr. Richards: So do you specialize in anything else then?

SCP-████: Sure I do! Let me just-

SCP-████ then manifests their staff from their hand which starts to emit a blue glow. A train sign then projects at the tip.

SCP-████’s outfit then suddenly shifts into a mock version of a steam engine engineer of their outfit, complete with a cap, denim overalls, vest-cloak and a yellow and black striped bandana.

SCP-████: Trains! Guess you could say I’ve become the “Rail Wizard!”

Silence.

SCP-████: Haha, sorry. There are other specialities too, but it’d probably take a while to show you all of them.

Dr. Richards: So are you able to switch forms like that?

SCP-████: That’s right miss! It’s very important to be dressed proper for any job!

SCP-████’s staff projects a car sign and outfit returns to previous description.

SCP-████: So any other questions for me Dr.? I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to be going soon.

Dr. Richards: SCP- I mean Road Wizard, you are aware that we can’t just let you go out.

SCP-████: I understand your concerns Dr., seeing what kind of place you guys run. But believe me, I’m not a dangerous guy! And it’s not like you folks can keep me in here anyways.

Dr. Richards: What do you mean by that?

SCP-████: Oh nothing. Anyways, it was nice chatting with you Dr. Richards, but I really must be on my way. See you later!

Dr. Richards: Hey, wait!

*SCP-████’s staff projects a Two Way Traffic sign and a glowing, yellow portal appeared to the right of SCP-████. SCP-████ then enters through the portal which disappears.

[END LOG]

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The Hazard Monster

Item# : SCP-█████

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-█████ should be contained within a 5 m x 5 m x 5 m chamber of reinforced concrete. Door and windows should be tightly sealed to prevent SCP-█████ from escaping through any cracks.

Description: SCP-█████ is an amorphous, black blob which can change its mass, texture, shape, and composition through anomalous means. SCP-█████’s face appears to be an NFPA 704 Diamond symbol. Each section of diamond can open up to reveal a set of teeth or eyes (amount varies). SCP-█████ normally uses its anomalous abilities to inflict injuries on people. The relationship between SCP-████, or as they dubbed themself, the Road Wizard, is very negative.

Addendum 1: Discovery

Foundation was first alerted of SCP-█████ when reports of multiple incidents were reported by the people in the town of █████████. Residents were reported being injured by a black shapeshifting blob. Foundation, with the help of the Road Wizard, were able to track down SCP-██████ and capture it. All town residents were given Class A amnestics.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Another bread era?

Otome au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, threats, death, murder

Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge-“I’m gonna take your bread sir… let me take your bread SIR SIR STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME SIR!!!??”

Malleus Draconia, the hidden king behind the roses, a legend who even the highest of kings and queens whisper in fear about... is holding back a laugh from watching you

Ok, to be fair, you can only do so much as a ruler of a Kingdom which has been isolated from the others for so long which probably also resulted him in being a bit (or maybe a lot more than a bit) for social interactions

Malleus adores you to a level which is incomprehensible for the ordinary human mind. Heck, most likely for any mind

Yet his most beloved is at the moment pretty much the opposite of him. Most unelegant they screamed at the poor bakers of the Queendom of Roses for their bread

Not like those humans, pardon, NPCs could hear you but it was a rather silly sight to see you sprinting up to the next person like you were possessed and demanding their bread

Could it be that there was a famine that led to you now demanding the food of others? But why especially bread? (I am not joking he is seriously asking himself that)

After sending Lilia out to check, just to be sure, he finally found out that no, you are not on the path of starvation, you are just silly

Might as well enjoy the show then. It's not every day that you see an otherworldly bring controlling a body being this interesting... not like he had seen another bodysnatcher like you before

When he noticed the havoc you caused in your wake he could not hold it back anymore, bursting into laughter he swiped tears of joy from his cheeks

Why this moment was so funny to him was beyond him. Perhaps it was that small memory of another place far in the past, a human from another world, a room filled with all kinds of individuals enjoying their rather mediocre meal together

Perhaps he should humor you

Sending out Lilia yet again (the poor bas-) he ordered that you were brought a basket filled with the finest sentiment of breads

Soft bread, hard bread, bread with seeds, bread with a crunchy crust, bread that tasted spicy and much, much more

When that NPC tried to trade all that bread for a meager price which could barely feed a person for a day the oh-so-lighthearted atmosphere shifted immediately into something that can only be described by “Oh f, he did it”

“Lilia, when was the last time you sharpened your blade?” “Pardon?”

But hey, at e end off the day you had still your bread and everything was great and fine and dandy and yay and oh my god someone just got killed in a PG-13 game what the heck is going on??!

Lilia is someone who takes his duties very seriously

Be it conveying messages to all those that have paid the price of his ruler's benevolence or monitoring the one who connects the one controlling them and this world

At first, Lilia assumed that the one controlling the puppet wearing white and blue would be a cold-hearted tyrant who loved to watch an entire world being nothing more than a game to them

But then...

“SIR GIMME UR BREAAAAAD!” A most frightening battle cry, Lilia nearly fell off from the tree branch he was dangling from when he first heard it

Were you finally setting out to conquer this world? Was it finally time to draw his sword and- uh... huh? *Insert confused expression*

Instead of attacking a defenseless person you sprinted to the next one, repeating the same actions you did just a second ago

The general had expected something of a crueler nature, just how the Gods were at the dawn, not someone jumping up and down whilst demanding bread

But perhaps, this could be used to his benefit?

The next day you found a new NPC. How strange, haven't you walked down this path in the game many times before? His did you miss him?

Interacting with the young man you found out that he was a baker who specialised in bread

How funny! You made a show of wanting bread just yesterday

It was almost like the game was interacting with your real-life self... Nah. Must be your imagination

To your delight, the dialogue seemed to change every single day, ending with the baker telling you stories far too dangerous for a normal person like him to experience

Every following day the interactions with the young man became more and more interesting, and by interesting I mean they went more and more off the grid

Lilia had to tell you more stories from the past he could still remember. This started with him investigating by talking to you but after time, he got attached. What if you were to move on and leave him behind from boredom? After some time his filter started to stop much less from his past than before. Things that he would have sugar-coated before we're now on full display.

Just don't turn your affection to somebody else. You were such a refreshing new sight that he simply had to own your attention

Now now, play nice and do what he says. Otherwise you might find a few NPCs missing

[kouchabu-archive]

Hajime Shino 4☆ Feature Scout 2

Title: President Grass and Pizza

Writer: Suika

Season: Summer

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

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Rinne: (Hehe, today’s my lucky day!)

(Who knew I'd bag a big win in the slot machines today! Ain't that enough to make up for my losses this month?)

(I thought that of course I'd come home and celebrate, but I pro'lly got carried away and bought too many ingredients.)

(Well, not that I need to worry about leftovers when Niki's right there.)

(I gotta get back quick and let Niki—… Hm? That guy over there is…)

Hajime Shino-kun from Ra*bits, ain't it?

Hajime: Amagi-senpai? Hello~

Rinne: He~ya. Thrillin' to know that you remember this li'l ol' me's name.

So, what're ya hidin’ in the grass for? Up to somethin’ sneaky?

Are you buryin’ treasure or somethin'? Ya look like a little puppy digging like that~

Hajime: Oh, no. I just came to pick these up.

Rinne: Huh. Your bag has…some leaves and grass?

Hajime: That's right! I got quite a lot of them ♪

Rinne: Pickin' up wild grass, huh… Why?

Hajime: ? I'm going to eat them, of course?

Rinne: ………Ah, I got it. I can see what you're up to now.

That's for a TV show, isn't it? You should've told me earlier~

Hajime: Oh, this isn't for TV though? It's just that I got a craving for it since it's been a while since I ate these so I went here and got some.

Rinne: ………………

(From what I remember, aren't Ra*bits supposed to be a popular unit?)

(Well, not as much as UNDEAD or Akatsuki from the same agency but… each member seems to be goin’ strong in their own way, right?)

(So to see him here picking up grass like this… Never thought they're in deep shit that they can't even properly keep their stomachs full.)

'S that so? But ain't Seisoukan fully stocked with food? There's also lots of snacks in the ES break room, yeah?

If you're havin' trouble finding something to eat, ain't those better places to search in?

If anyone sees their precious idol foraging for grass in a place like this, that's not really a good look with the public, y'know?

Hajime: Trouble finding something to eat…?

Ah, no! You've got it wrong! I'm not gathering grass like this because I'm having trouble with money!

When I got on the phone with my family, we happened to talk about how we used to eat grass a lot when I was younger.

And then I just suddenly craved that nostalgic taste so I came here to pick these up. I normally eat properly, so please don't worry that much about it~

Rinne: Oh, so that's it? You made me uncharacteristically nervous for a sec there.

Hajime: I'm sorry for making you worry.

Rinne: Nah, don't mind it. My fault for jumpin' to conclusions so fast.

In fact, those grass growin' out there are delicious too. I also used to forage for them back when I was a li'l boy so I get ya, Hajime-kun.

I even used to go to the mountains to pick up some edible wild plants.

Thanks to that, I got some basic stuff down when it comes to edible grass. This one and this one can be eaten. This one's not. This one's edible too, but it's not really good.

Hajime: Wow! You didn't miss any! You're really knowledgeable about them!

Rinne: Hehe, told ya right? This ol' me won't ever lie ♪

This one's tasty if you blanch it a little. And this one's something that only Niki could munch on.

Hajime: Huh?! Shiina-senpai can eat this? I had an upset stomach when I ate this one by mistake.

Rinne: Yeah, same here. After eating it, I felt like dyin' the next day—couldn't move at all. But that guy's all fine and dandy.

Maybe it's got somethin' that only his stomach can digest. He's the one who cooked it, after all.

Hajime: Shiina-senpai is really good with cooking, isn't he? ♪

Rinne: Yeah. That guy's real good with his hands when it comes to food. Everything he makes is delicious. When I get home, I'll have him cook for me; that's why I got a lot of stuff here with me.

Hajime: Oh, that's indeed a lot. Let's see… Cheese, ketchup… There's also salami and basil… Are you planning to make pizza?

Rinne: Spot on ♪ Niki's pizza's always bangin', y'know? I end up eating too much if I don't watch it.

Hajime: Fufu, that's wonderful! Are you celebrating something today?

Rinne: Celebrating? No, not really…

Hajime: Huh? Is it okay to eat pizza on a normal day?

Back in my home, I was taught that pizza is a treat that you only eat on special occasions.

Rinne: Oh, is it now?

My bad, my bad. You're right, Hajime-kun. Of course, today is a special day~

And it's somethin' so important that we can't ever, ever forget about! None other than President Pizza's birthday!

Hajime: President Pizza's birthday?! I never knew about the existence of someone that great!

Rinne: You don't know him, Hajime-kun?! Man, that's really, really bad.

Hajime: W-What's wrong with it…?

Rinne: When it's President Pizza's birthday, everyone's gotta feast on some pizza.

If you only knew about it today, then I guess Hajime-kun never got to eat anything these past years, huh…

If that's the case, then it ain't good if you don't eat all those years' lost servings of pizza…

Hajime: All those years' lost servings of pizza… Are you saying that I should eat 17 years' worth of them?!

Rinne: Ah, then what I have here won't be enough. I gotta get back and grab some more ingredients, huh…

Hajime: I can't possibly eat that much!

Can't you do something to help me?! If I eat that much pizza, I'll end up hating it!

Rinne: Pfft… Ha…

Kyahahaha! Your reaction's takin' me out, Hajime-kun!

Hajime: This isn't a laughing matter! Uuu~ what am I supposed to do now?

Rinne: Don't ya worry your pretty li'l head. I was just messin' with you. That's a lie.

Hajime: A lie..? From which point was it a lie?

Rinne: Everything startin' from President Pizza's birthday.

Hajime: So, uhm… I don't have to stuff myself full of pizza until my stomach explodes?

Rinne: Yup. President Pizza doesn't exist.

Hajime: T-Thank god…

Rinne: I didn't expect you'd just take all of that without even questioning me.

You gotta put it in your head to suspect people a little more from now on, 'kay? Shino "Majime"-kun~ ♪ [1]

Hajime: Geez, you're so mean to deceive me like that, Amagi-senpai! You really scared me back there!

Rinne: Come on, sorry for bein' like that~

Oh, got it. As an apology for messin' with ya, lemme treat you to some pizza.

Hajime: …Are you sure you're not lying this time?

Rinne: Kyahahaha! Talk about a fast learner! Ya immediately got on your toes and suspected me! You take things so seriously. You really are Majime-kun, huh?

Hajime: M-My name is "Hajime"!

Rinne: Yessir~ Come on, let's bounce back home and have a feast! ♪

And while we're at it, let's use those grass you picked and make some wild grass pizza!

Hajime: W-Wah, please don't just drag me around, Amagi-senpai!

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Translation: Sophie

Proofreading: Ara

NOTES:

[1] “Majime” / まじめ = lit. means as a person who’s earnestly sincere and honest, and therefore takes things seriously at its face value. It’s a syllable off Hajime’s name, which makes it funnier given how Rinne has a penchant for giving silly nicknames to people he encounters.

Also can I just point out how Hiiro, who’s actually Hajime’s classmate and therefore theoretically closer to him, calls him “Shino-kun” (last name) while Rinne calls him “Hajime-kun” (first name) right off the bat. I just think his shamelessness is hilarious LOL

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

Part 1

Part 2

I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 3)

When a perfect opportunity to bring some of his childhood to Ghost accured he decided to act.

They were on mission the day before, Soap was cleaning out an area while Ghost was keeping an eye on him with a sniper. They didn't get injured or anything like that, but Soap took his sweet time to finish the mission and Ghost had to sit in one position for a couple of hours looking at every move the sergeant made. He didn't mind then.

But men did Ghost's back hurt after. He was always kind of tense, Soap knew that. But today Ghost was huffing and puffing everytime he as much got up from a chair. Even Price told him to "Lie the fuck down". Ghost of course said that he was fine, but when they all went on their evening training Ghost excused himself quite quickly. This was very out of characters because usually he was the last one to leave and the one who made Soap push his limits.

Soap decided to follow after Ghost not too long after, going straight to lieutenant's room. He just walked in, eyes on the floor like always. Just in case Ghost doesn't have his mask on. Soap knows he is unbearable, but he would never let himself break the trust Ghost gave him with being disrespectful. It's not like Soap was clueless, he was aware that if it was anybody else just barging in Simon's room, that person would be greeted with a knife to their skull. Soap was greeted with an exasperated groan. Soap lifted his gaze when met with no protests.

Ghost was lying in bed on his stomach, face burried in pillows- maskless. Soap quickly looked down.

"Ghost! Yer mask!"

"You are the one who walked in here, like it's your room." Ghost said, voice muffled by the fabric.

"Well yeah! But you always tell me BEFORE I actually look at ye."

"You saw nothing, you won't get a lot of my face from looking at the back of my head. I am not moving, you can look"

Soap hesitantly looked up. "So... Everything is fine huh?"

"Fine and dandy" He muttered.

Soap refused to accept those words as the truth. He rolled his eyes seizing the opportunity that Ghost weren't looking. He walked up to him and carefully put his hand at the base of Ghost's nape. He gave him time to move away and when he didn't, Soap put all his body weight on his arm.

Ghost groaned and grabbed Soap's arm tightly.

"I can feel how you are perfectly fine."

"You are certainly not helping, Soap."

"But ah could be! You just have to let me." The Scott pulled out his hand from Ghost's grasp.

"I am not rubbing my back with this stinking magic alcohol you try to force on everyone."

Soap made an exaggerated shocked expression, even if Ghost couldn't see it. "It's from my grandma! And it's good for literally everything! Sore throat? Drink it. Stuffed nose? Rub a little on your neck. Something hurts? Rub it in! It's magic and you all don't believe me!"

"I will reek like a fucking distillery."

"How do you know?" Soap crossed his arms.

"Because you use it almost everyday and I can smell it. I am surprised that Price didn't think you were drunk after you used it the first time."

"Well- ok, maybe. It isn't even what I wanted to do. I will give you a massage."

Ghost shifted on his bed. "No."

"But why! Ye want to suffer for the rest of the week? We have a mission soon." Johnny whined.

"You won't do it properly and it will fuck me up even more, besides you know how-" Ghost seemed to be considering his wording. "How I deal with-" Ghost couldn't finish the sentence. So Soap finished it for him in his mind- 'touch'.

Ghost wasn't a fan of touch. When they have met, Soap was unaware of that fact, but now he could tell when Ghost will be tolerating his touchiness and when it was better to keep his distance. What was important is that sometimes Soap seemed to be the only one falling under 'somehow comforting' instead of just 'tolerated'.

"I can massage you through you clothes if it would make you feel better, Simon. And ah didn't mean a normal massage. I want to try something my ma used to do when I was small. Will you let me?"

"......Get on with it then."

If Soap could scream he would, of course he mostly did it for Ghost, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy it. Bringing comfort to people he lov- cared about felt especially rewarding to him.

Soap hopped onto the bed, swung one of his legs over Ghost and sat on his things. "Alright?"

Ghost's ears were burning red, but he nodded. Soap took a deep breath.

"Close yer eyes and at least try to relax. You are a pile of stiff muscles... And do not laugh at what I am about to do or I will break your spine lad."

Soap laid his palms flat on Ghost. "It was a stormy day..." He tapped his fingers all over the Brit's back and shoulders. "The rain got stronger that ever." He put a little bit more strength into taping his fingers, pressing longer when he felt tension under the fabric. "Suddenly a lady in heels appeared, running through the storm." Soap mimicked a walking pattern with his hands. "After her there was a man in heavy boots." He pushed his clenched fists into Ghost's shirt, kneading the tension away. And Soap could feel it, the tension leaving Ghost's shoulders, the muscles relaxing under him. Soap continued with his little story, trying to represent it with his hands on Ghost. Ghost was shuddering every now and then, holding his sheets for dear life.

Suddenly Soap blew cold air on his neck. "Did the goose bumps go away?"

Ghost took a sharp inhale.

"Usually I would be already asleep when my mom did that or tell her 'no' so she would do it one more time." Soap was mindlessly caressing Ghost's shoulders now and noticed that Ghost is still shuddering. "Hey, you alright, Si?"

"Close your eyes." Ghost whispered, voice strangled.

Soap did as requested, he felt some movement under him.

"You can look." Ghost was resting just as before, face pressed into the pillows. The only difference was that, now he was shirtless. "Go again."

Soap felt butterflies exploding in his stomach. He was never met with so much trust from Ghost, he not only let him see him but also let him touch his beautiful skin. Soap felt special.

And if Ghost still had his face burried into pillows, only because his cheeks were wet with tears- no one had to know. Soap not only made Ghost enjoy touch again, he made him crave it.

My mom used to do that when I was stressed or couldn't sleep so I really wanted to include it. The story Soap is telling is what I remember to be told, but it all sadly starts to get blurry.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

i am limiting myself to two asks per day, i shall feed my delulu twice a day. this one’s short i promise (future me, did i lie?)

got a little bit of inspo from the jing yuan post where he was knotting his mate and yanqing walked in and a lil inspo from something i was reading, and the thought made me giggle and i wanted to share

neither of them are in a rut/heat, just your usual sideways tango or whatever you wanna call it bc they had free time and it was a lazy morning yada yada yada whatever. jing yuan wasn’t completely paying attention since he was half asleep and didn’t realize he was forming a knot (can you see where i’m goin with this?) when he tried pulling out, he couldn’t, and immediately went red in the face because he’s never knotted outside of ruts that easily. he’d try so hard to play it off that he was just too tired to move, but just the way he was hiding his face in his mate’s shoulder was more than enough to know it was bs — and his mate would make subtle snide comments about it later and yanqing would just be looking at them like ( ╹ -╹)?

- messy nest (past me, not really, but maybe)

Messy nest anon back again with the big brain rambles! Also RIP Jing Yuan he can't catch a break :Dc

CW: omegaverse, nsfw.

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It's his day off so he's enjoying sleeping in and the lazy morning sex that usually comes with it. Though he doesn't take into account that he might have enjoyed it a bit too much.

Doesn't realize he's popped a knot until he's trying to get up to go grab his phone to check a message. As soon as he feels it catch on their rim he immediately plays it off and settles back into bed pulling them into his arms.

When omega questions him he makes up excuses that he's simply missing them already or other cheesy things. It isn't until they try to get up themselves that they feel his knot and everything clicks.

His ears burn as they laugh at him and tease him about the whole thing. He might nip at them to get them to stop laughing but it doesn't work it just makes them laugh harder.

Too bad for him he can't simply walk away from the situation literally stuck to them until his knot deflates. As soon as it does he's going about his usual off day routine though he's still pretty frazzled.

Jing Yuan sighs and attempts to forget the situation by distracting himself with his daily star chess match with Yanqing. Everything is going fine and dandy, Yanqing falls for his trap and complains about being stuck on a solution when his s/o speaks allowed: "That's not the only thing that's gotten stuck, huh, Jing Yuan?"

He wishes the grass of his garden could swallow him up then and there, Yanqing's confused expression makes it worse because he knows he'll ask questions. If Yanqing receives some extra spending money he's not complaining though his confusion persists.

[that-one-anxious-mango]

You Understand.

Summary: You feel you must be honest with Austin about something before either of you venture further.

Contents: Fluff Ofc! Mentions of virginity and loss of virginity. Overall just a good ole' fashion comfort fic (our favorite).

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader

A/N: Hi! Long time no see! I'm very happy to be posting the first installment of the new year, and I am very excited for what it brings for all of us. I hope you enjoy.

P.S: Everyone PLEASE feel free to comment, I absolutely love reading them and it helps to motivate me to keep going with the series. Also don't shy, re-blog, like, and share if you care! Much love! * hugs*

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“ I can’t believe you don’t like cotton candy. This almost feels like a crime.” Austin goofed, pointing to the small thing of strawberry cotton candy in his hand.

You snorted, “ I can’t believe you do. It’s all nice and dandy until it deflates or melts on your fingers. After that it’s gross.” 

" Plus, I prefer a nice fat funnel cake with all the fixings." You added.

“ You call it gross, and I call it the natural sacrifices one has to make for their favorite fair food. “ He wiggled his eyebrows and took a bite of the sugary confection.

You giggled at how cute he looked and even managed to take out your phone with your free hand to snap a picture of the happy cotton candy boy.

The two of you continued to laugh and joke along the Santa Monica Pier until you came to a comfortable pause of silence. 

That’s when your heart sank at the realization that this was the perfect time to tell him what had been on your mind and heart the last couple of days. You’d even consulted your friends beforehand to make sure the time was right. Once they agreed you knew exactly what had to be done.

So right here, right now, you were going to rip the band-aid clean off in hopes it wouldn’t bleed. 

“ So….” You swung his hand in yours, “ I hate to put some weight on the mood since I know we’re having such a good time.” You started. 

“ Yeah..” Austin replied, tossing his now empty cotton candy paper in a nearby trash.

“ And I can say that these last couple weeks with you have been great, honestly. But I feel like before we continue whatever this is that we’re doing, I need to let you know something because I don’t wanna lead you on.” You said, twisting at the bracelets on your wrist. 

“ Uh huh.” He encouraged me, beginning to feel a bit nervous now. 

“ As you recall, the other night when you came over to return my copy of The Policeman, upon your departure during our goodbyes things got a little spicy an- “ 

Austin immediately went to into apology,  “Again, I’m really sorry about that I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I jus-”

Quickly you held a hand up to stop him, “ Please. It’s okay. You apologized more than enough the other night. Just wait a second and hear me out, okay. “

He nodded. 

“  As I was saying. Things got a little steamy. Let me just mention again that nothing happened that I didn’t want to. But the thing is….” 

You paused gathering your words right in your brain…

“ I guess I’m trying to figure out a way to say this without sounding completely vulgar.” You rub your now sun-kissed arm as if you're trying to brush the nerves out of your body. 

Austin’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “ Oh. Uh, well. I mean..just say it. Honesty is the best policy and I’m sure I can handle it.”

“ Yeah? “

“ Yeah.” He quickly replied, curious to see what you’d spun in your mind so obscene that you felt like you couldn’t speak.

You cleared your throat, “Okay. Fine. Here it goes..” 

“ With the way that you kissed me that night with your lips, clung your hands onto the edges of my hips, and the sounds I had to suppress from the deepest part of my being when your hand accidentally brushed against my…lower half. I had half the mind to offer for you to stay the night at my place just so that we could “ accidentally”  keep touching each other in many, many different places all night. “ You divulged. 

At your confession Austin's eyebrows shot up and he could feel his body begin to heat the same way it did that spoken of night, you could tell this by the soft peony color that collected on the surface of his cheeks and the way he looked away to watch the wheel turn on the Ferris wheel. 

You did your best to hide the shy twisted grin on your lips that came from knowing that you’d made him blush. 

When he turned back you could see the cheesiest smile play on his lips , “ I see. Well thank you for your honesty..it’s much appreciated.”

“ You’re welcome.” You gulped, “ So, with that being said I want you to know that while I’m not opposed to us taking our-”

“ Relationship.” Austin offered up.

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn’t expected him to so casually throw out the R in this conversation. But remembering the words of your friends ringing in your mind you decided to play it cool and test the waters, “ Right. Well, let me just say that no one has asked me to be their girlfriend yet so….” 

“ I’m working on it. “ He said, you noticed the small bit to his lips and willed yourself to try and keep your mind focused. 

“ We’ll see.” You casually replied before continuing with your intended statement, “ But something you should know is….” 

You found the words getting stuck in your throat, but when you looked his gentle smile you found the courage to keep going. 

“ You should know that I am a virgin.” You confessed, “ And it is by choice.” 

“ AND, before you say anything. NO! It’s not because I couldn’t have had sex with someone or because people weren’t interested. Or because something’s wrong with me. But because I believe that sex is an intimate exchange of love between two people and I want my first time to be with someone I love and I know is in love with me.” You affirmed. 

      “ If that’s something that bothers you or you think it’s weird or whatever, then this is where we should just call this now so we can both leave this…thing…while still being friends.” You finished, looking out toward the pier in an act to distract yourself from how hard you could feel your heart beating in your chest. 

It was silent for a moment after you finished, and with each passing moment you were preparing yourself for the age old speech every man gave when he couldn’t get what he wanted from a woman.

It’s not you, it’s me. 

When really they wanted to say: “ It’s not me, it’s you and the fact you won’t put out.” 

Eventually his voice broke out among the chatters of people and whirl of the wind,  “ Well, again. Thank you for being honest with me. I really do appreciate it.” Austin began.

“ No problem.” You nodded, arms folded across your chest, as you still tried your best to hide your absolutely nerve ridden body.

“ As far as your…confession goes, I want you to know that you being a-

“ Virgin.” You quickly interjected, “ I’m a virgin.” 

A laugh was stifled from Austin, “ Yes, a virgin. You being a virgin doesn’t bother me any at all.”

You quickly quirked an eyebrow at him, “ Really? “ 

“ Truly.” He smiled, “ Your choice that you’ve made for your body is entirely your own. And I respect and admire your decision.” 

“ Admire? “ 

That’s a first.

“ Yeah. I admire your reasoning behind your choice. Especially since I felt like when it was my time I didn’t exactly lose mine the way one should have. I was younger and shy. Felt the peer pressure from some people my age, so I just went ahead and did it to say I did it.”  He opened up. 

You were stunned a bit at his honesty. No guy you’d ever come across had opened up to you like this, especially about something so intimate. All it did was make you grow more curious to continue exploring just what kind of species of man you were dealing with.

You shook your head, “ God, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can tell you from experience I know what that’s like and it’s hard.” 

Growing up around the people you did, all through middle school and high school you were ridiculed about being a “ prude “ or a “ prissy princess who thinks she’s better than everyone “ all because you kept your virginity to yourself.

He smiled, “ Thank you. But don’t go feeling too bad. I eventually had the chance to actually make love to someone and have it mean something. Which is all I can ever wish for you and  anyone else.”

You nodded, “ Right. Well thanks for being so cool about it. Lord knows you’re the first guy this conversation has ever actually gone pleasant with. I appreciate your understanding.” 

Austin didn’t hesitate, “ Of course. You gotta know that I’m not in this for something as simple as sex. As people we both could walk out into the world and find that anywhere.”

“ I’m here because as cliche as it may sound, I’ve never met anyone like you before. And I really enjoy spending time with you and picking your brain. And if one day AFTER I ask you officially to be my girlfriend, you decide you wanna take things up a notch that's fine. If not, that's fine too because that's not the most important thing going on here.” He reached out to regrasp your hand in his and give it a tight squeeze.

You look over directly at him to hold the gaze from his eyes and couldn’t help but catch that familiar feeling that made you all warm and gooey.

It was then you could confirm that you REALLY liked him, like truly were infatuated with the man before you. 

“ Well, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens, huh? “ You said.

“ I guess.” Austin smiled.

“ Good.” You whispered.

“ Great.” He replied, making you both bust into a fit of giggles. 

“ Since we have that settled. “ Austin abruptly stopped in front of the ring toss stand, “ I believe I promised you, young lady. A stuffed cow, and I see the most handsome one hanging from this booth.” He pointed to the adorable white and blue spotted cow plush hanging from the stall.

You couldn’t stop the shrill that invaded your voice, “ Oh My Gosh! Austin, he's adorable.” 

“ I know. He’ll look even cuter in your arms. C’mon honey let’s go.” He happily ushered the two of you over to the booth and into your future together.  

[tonberry-yoda]

Last Night - Blitzo

Pairing - Blitzo x reader

Warnings - implied NSFW (i know, baffling coming from me lol)

Word Count - 684

Notes - obsessed with blitzo right now grr. also, my requests should be open soon, so that's super exciting because i really flipping want some hazbin or helluva boss requests (this isnt your invitation to ask for something NSFW though lol). i hope you all have a great day!! <333 stay hydrated my loves <3333 (also image is not mine)

Blitzo woke up with panic shock waving through his body. He wasn't in his house. Where the hell was he?

He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. He was sleeping in a bed, he knew that much. It was still dark, so everything was hard to process. The room looked familiar, so that was a good sign. He's been here before.

“Blitzo?” He heard a sleepy voice next to him that made him jump. “Is everything okay?”

He turned to the voice and saw you rubbing your eyes, holding the blanket up to your chest.

Oh shit.

He remembered everything.

The way your claws dug into his back. The way he cried in your arms. The way you told him how you loved him. The way he gripped onto the sheets as you-

“You okay?” Your voice was a little less sleepy and you looked concerned from what he could see of you.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Just dandy.” He quickly wrapped his half naked body in the blanket soaking in the warmth for a second before getting flashbacks.

You weren't like Stolas. You were… very different from Stolas. Stolas wanted him for nothing but sex. But you wanted him… for a completely different reason.

You went out for dinner. He had asked you on a date; joked about it more like. And you said yes. He was shocked.

The date went on as any date does. Dinner, conversation, late night talking, all of it.

But one date led to two dates.

Which led to three.

And then four.

And then ten.

He was falling for you. He didn't want to admit it, but he was almost head over heels for you. You cared about Loona. You was a great addition to I.M.P. You was caring. But most of all… you loved him. You really did. In his heart he hated that though. He didn't want to get attached. He couldn't. If he did… he might… lose you.

“A-Are you mad at me?” Your voice was soft sirens faintly blaring in the background.

Blitzo quickly turned to you, sitting up. “M-Mad at you? I…” Mad wasn't the right word. And maybe what he was feeling wasn't even directed at you.

No. He wasn't mad. But was he upset? He wasn't allowed to be doing what he was doing, at least that’s what he told himself.

“No. I'm not mad at you.”

“O-Okay.” You hugged your knees and looked out of your window, the neon lights outside making your eyes glow.

“I'm not.” Blitzo grabbed your chin in between his index finger and thumb, looking in your bright eyes. “I promise I'm not mad.”

You nodded and averted your eyes, looking back outside. “I just,” you sighed shakily. “Last night… we… I didn't mean to… I know that you and uh… I just…” You put your face in your hands and took a deep breath. “I don't have the words, Blitzo… I'm just sorry.”

“Sorry?” Blitzo tilted his head and crawled over to you. “Why are you sorry?”

“Last night we… I… I didn't mean to.”

“Last night was…” Blitzo giggled lightly, putting his hand on your back. “One of the best nights of my life.”

He knew he was in love. There was no denying it now. Everything he was upset about always faded when you talked.

You turned towards him, slightly shocked. “I-It was?”

He nodded and brought your lips to his, kissing you gently. “Sorry I cried though. That’s probably what’s setting you off, huh?”

You nodded slightly and fell into his arms. “I thought maybe you hated it.”

“Nah. I just… you make me feel good. Too good for my liking.” He winked and wrapped his arms around you.

You felt yourself blush as you curled into his warm touch, your freezing cold fingers brushing over his arm.

“Blitzo?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Blitzo pressed a kiss to your forehead with a smile. “I love you too.”

You pulled each other closer and Blitzo watched the sunrise from outside while you snored softly in his arms.

[mcytblrconfessions]

One of my special interests is like. Family and stuff.

So I would make fankids for all my favorite ships and happily imagine them in the sweetest domestic scenarios and pregnancy scenarios.

And this was all fine and dandy. Easy enough to make a Toriel and Sans fankid, a Jesse and Lukas fankid. Or hell even a Filbo Fiddlepie and Beffica Wigglesnoot fankid. And I'd roleplay cute little plots and write fun little fics.

Then I joined MCYTblr/twt.

How the fuck am I supposed to make a fankid for these guys.

Like. For awhile it was okay, because I could just use Michael and Shroud and Yoghurt. But now I feel intense embarrassment for even liking DSMP and I get really weirded out at the idea of anyone knowing.

Like? And if I wanted to give them siblings huh???? What then???

How am I supposed to make a. Idfk?? A fankid for Tommy and Tubbo??? Or even Wilbur Soot and Slimecicle??? What. This is a horrible fandom for me to be in BUT THE HYPERFIXATION WONT GO AWAY???? Everyday I inch closer to leaving but NOOOOO autism says I have to stay. I feel like God is torturing me for liking Soothouse is 2017. That's what this feels like. Or actually more accurately liking Sapnap back in 2020 and wanting to go back.

Anyway fuck man. I just wanna make fankids but no. I'm stuck in this fandom where someone will beat me with a bat if I dare even mention wanting Philza Minecraft nested with Missa and Forevers eggs, and I'm not talking about the QSMP eggs. No I'm talking about fankid eggs. I want Tallulah to have siblings/aunts/uncles and Cheyenne and Wilbur to have siblings. I want Philza Minecraft to awkwardly explain that Forever and Missa raw-dogged him and now he has more eggs. I'm going insane. This is a cry for help.

It's also impossible to find an RP partner that will do this with me on an account that isn't connected to my main in anyway shape or form.

ok well anyways look at my schlonnor fankid my friend wiiwarechronicles drew her for me

[blkchxrryblyss]

Witness Protection - Landlord (2)

izuku x ghoul!blk fem!reader x katsuki

synopsis - Thinking you finally escaped your dark, utterly fucked up past, things come at you full force making you as equally as paranoid as the police and pro heroes. When two pro heroes just barge their way into your apartment, you begin to learn that your paranoia is warranted. In order to ensure your safety, you are pushed to witness protection....In-home witness protection…....In-home witness protection with two pro heroes.........Let's see how things go!

warnings - will vary among each chapter

I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them.

@blkchxrryblyss 2022

Ch. 1 - Ghoul

Ch. 2 - Landlord

warnings - cussing, near-death experiences, death threats, bakudeku cute moment

w.c - 3.8K

You were very disturbed by the fact that two heroes decided it would be fine and dandy to come into your apartment and just rummage around. It's giving very much police vibes and you certainly were not a fan. 

You heard one rummaging around in your bedroom while you fit yourself in a small space behind your dresser where luckily you had your shotgun. On your full moon days, you had to keep yourself protected and since you couldn’t reach your dual katanas, you had to settle for something a bit quicker to kill. You’ve been doing good at staying silent so far so you watched him for a little to try to get an understanding of what he was here for. Seeing him rummage through your mail drawer made you draw the conclusion that they were probably looking for you. But why? You’re practically dead to the system and to the Red Family. You hope. 

“Dear Stormy?”, you heard him whisper. Now he was getting a little too nosey. 

You quickly and very quietly grabbed your shotgun, stealthily moving out of your hiding place. Your feet moved light like a feather as you aimed the shotgun at the back of his head.

“It’s not nice to snoop through a lady’s drawers. How about you move out the way before your brains are splattered over my nice panties?” You smirked as he growled, most likely disappointed that he didn’t hear you or look well enough around the room. 

He turned around and saw someone that you did not expect.

“Huh? Pro hero Dynamight snooping around an innocent civilian’s panty drawer? Such a shame”, you teased at him. He gave you a glare and occasionally glanced to see if he could use something against you, “Sweetheart, you may be fast, but I know you can’t dodge a 12 gauge slug that is pointed directly at your chest. Now, cooperate or I won’t hesitate to kill you and whoever the fuck else is in my living room. Turn around and walk. No funny shit.”

To his surprise, he cooperated. He didn’t want to, but he could feel that she was very true to her word. Plus, he knew Deku would never forgive himself if his partner was killed while he was only about 10 feet away. So he kept his mouth shut and walked out of the room with the gun handler in tow. Leading into the living room quietly, they saw Izuku’s back turned reading through one of the books on her shelf. He seemed to be focused and before you could make your and his partner’s presence known, he turned himself around and saw the situation. You weren’t shocked to see it was the boyfriend of pro-hero Dynamight, pro-hero Deku. It made the situation better for you.

“Cooperate or I'll blow Mr. Dynamight’s fucking brains out in front of his boyfriend.”

You knew he would listen because who wants to see their loved one’s brains plastered over the walls? You pushed Dynamight in his back with the head of the gun to push him more into the living room so they could be standing side by side with their hands up. 

“Sit on the couch, please. We’re gonna talk,” you stated. Dynamight rolled his eyes taking a seat alongside his boyfriend.

“What makes you think we’re gonna answer any of your bullshit?” He growled making you smirk.

“Ooooooh, you gotta smart ass mouth, don’t you?” you cocked the shotgun and blew a warning shot right in between their heads making them duck and cover their ears, “Now stop fucking around and tell me what the hell y’all were doing snooping around in my shit?”

Both men were actually nervous now. They didn’t show it, but you were serious and by releasing that first shot, they knew that you would release another and gladly would not miss. Dynamight didn’t want to tell you anything. For all they know, you probably weren’t the missing girl and then the whole case would be disposed to a random civilian. But on one hand a lot of the stuff you had was suspicious and pointed to you having something to do with the Red Family. 

Deku was thinking differently. It was you. You’re the girl they are looking for. The bookcase was more than enough to connect you to knowing and being involved with the Red Family. He was confident of that. He wasn’t confident that you would cooperate with them and the police. You ran away for reason, so why would you come back? It didn’t hurt to try though.

“Red Family,” His boyfriend gave him the deadliest glare but Izuku kept going, “We have some indications that you maybe be the person we’re looking for.”

Your face was stoic, showing no emotion toward what he just told you. The Red Family was behind you. They haven’t shown any interest in looking for a dead girl, so you feel they have nothing to worry about. But that little voice in the back of your mind is nagging you.

“What makes you think it’s me?” your voice was leveled, not showing any reaction. Katsuki glared at you, disliking you already. 

“Deku shut the fuck up —” Dynamight was quickly cut off by you.

“No, you shut up! His next answer might save your pathetic fucking life. Now answer the question.” 

Deku let out a shaky sigh, thinking of how he was going to word himself. Any way he put it his answer sounded far-fetched and highly unbelievable. So he decided to bring up something that could potentially trigger you, but hopefully could make you see the strong connections.

“We connected you to the missing child of the shooting that happened 16 years ago. Then we connected you to the Watanabe diamond heist that happened 10 years after. Months after that we saw the CCTV footage of you getting beaten to so-called death—”

“Which was a load of shit because ghouls can’t fucking die like that.” Dynamight scoffed, glaring at you. You clenched your jaw, averting the barrel of your gun to his chest instead of Deku’s.

“DYNAMIGHT!!”

“Ghoul? You better watch your mouth and not speak on shit you don’t know anything about.” You seethed, stepping closer to him. He rolled his eyes glancing at the gun before making eye contact with you.

“Fucking liar. A daughter of a full-blooded ghoul is bound to become one, Parker,” your eyes widened, “Yeah, daughter of Kaine Parker, who was murdered 16 years ago. The 5-year-old daughter was never to be found at the scene. Yeah, I know some shit.”

The silence set in between all three bodies while reality set in for you. They knew about you, but they don’t know about you. They were still tense since it seemed like you were getting angrier by the second. You pressed the gun harder into Dynamight’s chest, while also leaning in closer to his face until they were nose to nose. Deku was glaring at you while Dynamight clenched his jaw giving the same glare.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I don’t want shit from you, but the Red Family might. They are looking for something and the moment they find out you’re alive, you’re gonna look like a fucking idiot.” he sneered, not breaking the eye contact.

The Red Family hasn’t been on your radar in a long time and quite frankly, you felt like you were getting a bit comfortable. They aren’t stupid people, far from it actually, so you know sooner or later they would find out that you are very much alive and well. The problem is not only the Red Family but also the Heroes. You didn’t trust anyone besides Mr. Tsubaki since he knew about your “eating habits”. Heroes were not people who you looked up to because Ghouls and Heroes always had a bad history. Even when the Ghouls showed no harm to Heroes, they were still treated like shit because of the eating habits of the Ghouls. It's not like they could control it. Heroes were also the textbook definition of a poser. They act as if they care, but they don’t. They care about ranks, the status quo, and their image, and all the saves they do are just for show. So you were iffy towards the Heroes no matter how good they showed to be themselves on camera.

“Don’t call me an idiot, bitch. I’ve survived this long, I can survive again….but I’ll hear you out. What’s in it for me? I don’t help no one without a guaranteed price.” You compromised, stepping back from the men and pointing the gun down away from them.

Deku slightly relaxed when the gun was removed from his boyfriend’s chest. Dynamight was still tense because the shotgun was still in your hand. You raised your eyebrow at both of them waiting for an answer.

“You’ll have to come with us to the Commissioner. He’ll tell you what you need to do and what you’ll get if you do it.” Deku explained putting his arms down. 

You nodded and before you could relax you gripped your gun again, getting a gut feeling that something was wrong.

“Who let you in here?” you questioned eyeing the door.

“Your landlord…he cooperated with-” you cut off Deku with a glare.

“He? My landlord isn’t a man.” You scoffed, aiming your gun to your front and shooting it, shocking both of them men. 

You rushed out your door looking both ways down your hallway catching a glimpse of an escaping figure. Shaking your head, you walked back into your place glaring at the two heroes who managed to ruin your entire evening. Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared at the men.

“Well, it seems they found me. Now I really don’t have a choice,” You moved past them and grabbed the most important books and documents that you needed. Quickly stepping into some sweats you made your way back to the heroes, “Well? Come on, let's go.”

“We can’t go out the front entrance dipshit. Just follow us.” You almost agreed, but then you remembered it’s till a full moon out.

“WAIT,” you yelled out making both men turn to look back at you, “Ummm……I-I can’t.”

Dynamite glared at you while Deku just looked flat-out confused. You’re a ghoul, you have the ability to be just as fast as them.

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t?” The blonde man seethed, quite tired of you already. You looked down while gripping the items in your hand.

“I- just not at this moment, so one of yall gon’ have to carry me.” you sassed.

“You just fucking shot at us and threatened to blow our brains out. You really expect us to carry you like you’re some fucking damsel in distress? Be serious right now.” He deadpanned while rolling his eyes.

Just as you were about to argue with your now new nemesis, a strong hand gripped your forearm and slung you around to land on a firm back. 

“Both of you just shut up. Hold on tight and don’t fall behind.” the green-haired man sighed. Surprisingly, Dynamight didn’t rebuttal, just growled lowly and followed behind his boyfriend.

-

After the very cold and windy flight to the police station, the men lead you to a special interrogation room where quirk abilities were useless due to special technology. The heroes just did not believe that you were at a disadvantage at this moment. So there you were handcuffed to the steel table while the Commissioner, Dynamite, Deku, and Aizawa were behind the two-sided mirror.

“So that’s her? Hmm, I was expecting something different,” the Commissioner murmured giving you a curious look, “So Deku, you had to carry Parker here? Because she couldn’t use her abilities ‘at that moment.”

Deku nodded, “Something must be up with her quirk. She used a shotgun on us rather than her quirk. It would've made more sense and that's what we would've been prepared for if her landlord wasn’t a fake.”

The Commissioner eyes widened, “What do you mean?”

“Her landlord wasn’t a man. She’s a lady. He had to be working with the Red Family. After she shot at him and he ran off, she said that they know where she is so being with us is her only option. They must have been watching her for weeks, but they didn’t make a move on her.” Dynamight explained.

The Commissioner was just as confused as the younger heroes. They were able to switch out the landlord weeks in advance to trick the agency but failed to take you away back to the Red Family. It didn’t make sense. 

On the other side of the glass, you sat patiently. You never would have thought that you would be sitting here, with a room full of cops and heroes on the other side watching your moves. They see you as a threat, no matter how “human” you look. They just see a bloodthirsty, flesh-eating, mutant with no self-discipline. You were always told by the Red Family that heroes and cops were just posers. People trying to keep up a good image and get the public to kiss their asses. For a long time, you believed that. You still do believe that. Not because the Red Family told you, but because of the shit that you’ve seen firsthand. All the meetings you were a part of, where you saw heroes and cops that spoke to the public with such grace and promise, those same heroes and cops sat in front of your so-called family and spoke so violently and selfishly about the same public they serve. It disgusted you. Made you distrust everyone. If they couldn’t be loyal to their citizens, then how could they be loyal to you? A snake is a snake and it will forever be a snake.

So, why are you here? Why are you here willingly at that? 

You don’t know why. You don’t trust them, but you don’t get that same eerie feeling as you do everyone else. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to hear what they could offer you to compensate for two good-looking heroes breaking into your apartment. The sound of the door shutting, broke you out of your thoughts, causing you to look up and see the famous Eraserhead. His eyes trained on your form, being cautious of any of your movements. After a few moments of silence, you grew tired of it.

“What do you need from me, Eraserhead?” You questioned firmly.

“Information,” He stated before setting a picture down between the two of you, “Does this look familiar.”

You looked down to see a green jadeite necklace. A necklace that you’ve seen before but wondered why it was important.

“Yeah, what about it?” You shrugged. 

“Well the Red Family has a hold of it and we want to know if you know what they plan to do or even an idea.” The tired man explained slowly. In the back of your mind, you know that they already have an idea of what the Red Family is doing. You haven’t seen them since you “died” at 16, how were you supposed to know what the hell they were doing?

You sighed and looked at the necklace before looking back at Eraserhead, “I’m not telling any of you shit until I am compensated with something. I don’t work or give information for free. Here’s a quick idea: money.”

You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair waiting for a deal with a smirk on your face. They always have deals. Sometimes they're shitty, but sometimes they're really good deals. 

“If we give you money, you’ll run.” He concluded.

“Then I suggest you better offer me something that’ll keep me here.” You smiled brightly. Eraserhead sighed and looked to the side, thinking.

“Protection.”

“I can protect myself just fine.”

“Didn’t seem like it when you opted to not use your quirk against two of the biggest heroes in the country,” He deadpanned, “A powerful quirk like that could’ve helped you easily escape, yet you didn’t use it. Why is that?”

“We’re discussing a deal, not my quirk.” You scoffed.

“You’ll get your deal when you tell me something useful. If not, well we can just starve you out. We know the appetite of a Ghoul and we do know that your source of food isn’t the easiest to get. So unless you want to go to jail for cannibalism, falsifying your death, and mass murder, I suggest you start talking.” He shrugged as if he didn’t just threaten to pin two charges on you that you never did. 

You glared at the man in front of you. Smug bastard, you thought. As much as you want to tell him that starving a Ghoul out is actually not the best idea, you bit your tongue. They’ll find out the hard way. Rolling your eyes, you averted your attention to the necklace again.

“I’m assuming you gon need me for the whole case y’all got on them,” he nodded and you mimicked that action.

“Alright, I’m gonna need Witness Protection, a pay of 1.35 million yen, and my special kind of food. Preferably warm and bloody,” You didn’t check to see if he agreed, still looking at the necklace, “Now, this necklace is useless. Whatever they’re trying to do with this, is going to lead them to a dead end.”

“How do you know?” He crossed his arms, suddenly interested.

“Tell me we have a deal and what they plan to do with this so-called necklace and I’ll answer your question.” You smiled as he rolled his eyes.

“We’ll get you in Witness Protection, along with the money and your special food. As for the Red Family, they seemed to have a plan to open a realm of some sort. This necklace is supposed to be the key.” He explained. You nodded and looked at the one-way mirror, knowing two certain heroes were on the other side, listening in.

“The necklace was my father’s. He gave it to me, but he tampered with it. It used to hold a substantial amount of power, but he stripped it of its power and stored it somewhere else. Now as to where he stored the power, I don’t know, nor do I know what the real necklace looks like. But I’ll help. Not for you, but for my father. He stripped that necklace of power for a reason and I’d like to keep it that way,” Eraserhead nodded in agreement and stuck his hand out to solidify the deal, but one more request came into your mind.

“Oh and before we shake hands, I’d like In-Home Witness Protection because if you think you’re gonna stick me into regular WP you can kiss me goodbye. And my protectors have to be those top heroes standing on the other side of that mirror. Gotta have the best protection, am I right?” You grinned as you shook his now limp hand.

-

“IN-HOME WITNESS PROTECTION?!?”

The yell from Katsuki could be heard throughout the entire building. His frustration spoke for both himself and Izuku. 

“W-why in-home? There are plenty of witness housing for her to stay in-”

“She’ll walk. Says she is sure the Red Family will find her if she’s placed in one of those houses and she’s our only lead that will cooperate. So she stays with you.” Aizawa states in a tone that is not meant to be argued.

Katsuki lets out a frustrated sigh while Izuku stands quietly. They both know this was the best way to get you to cooperate with them and for you not to tuck tail and hide. You were a valuable asset to the case and they both knew that if this were to not happen they both would get chewed out for losing you as a witness. With that thinking, Izuku nodded his head to get Aizawa and the commissioner to leave, which they kindly obliged to, and turned to his partner who was fuming with anger. 

“We’re gonna have to stay at the house if we do this.” Katsuki’s eyes widened before he turned to Izuku.

“What the fuck?! NO! We built that fucking house to live in for when we got fucking married and you want to turn it into a goddamn shelter for ghoul bitches?!” He yelled out in frustration.

Izuku understood his boyfriend’s frustrations. At the moment they lived in a nice-sized condo that they both decided would be a good starter home for them straight out of their 3rd year. After living together for a solid year, Izuku surprised his boyfriend for their 4th year anniversary with an abandoned house with lots of potentials. 

“‘Zuku, what the fuck is this? Why did you bring me to an old shack? Tryna kill your lover already and take the number one spot from me, eh?”

“No, you imbecile! It’s ours!”

“What?”

“I thought that whenever we get married we could stay in an actual house. So I bought this old girl right here and figured we fix her up, make her all pretty, and make her our own. Have our own memories”, the green-haired boy expressed happily while looking at his lover, “So what do you think?”

Katsuki just stared at the old run-down house with a blank expression. To any other person, they would’ve taken this as a sign of hesitance, but Izuku knew Katsuki was just processing.

“You wanna get married?” Katsuki mumbled, still having his attention on the house.

“Of course! I wanna spend the rest of my life with Kacchan.”

The statement turned the blonde-haired man’s face red.

“YOU'RE BLUSHING!”

“SHUT UP AND SHOW ME THE GODDAMN FLOOR PLANS FOR THE PIECE OF SHIT YOU BOUGHT!”

Katsuki didn’t want to use the house. It was their house. Unfinished, but it was theirs. Having to give up their first memories of their house to a stranger was something that Katsuki did not want to do.

“No.”

“Bu-”

“No. I don’t care, we’ll rent a house for the bitch. So find a vacant home in the outskirts of the city and place us there. Now hurry up with the terms and conditions, so we can sign the shit and get it the fuck going.” Katsuki finalized before walking out of the office with Izuku following behind, muttering apologies to his partner for upsetting him.

-

Meanwhile…

“You’re telling me a whole lot of nothing, you babbling idiot. Get the fuck on with something valuable before I deem your life invaluable.”

“Sh-she ran off with them! Like she w-was considering w-working with heroes! That's all I was able to get before she b-blew a hole through the d-door.”

“So she is alive and kicking after all, but I wasn’t expecting her to actually do to the arms of heroes. Father would be greatly displeased. Saran?”

“Y-yes sir?”

“Get out.”

part 3

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[nightgoodomens]

You know, i used to be one of those fans who was kinda neutral about DT/GT and MS/AL, like sure, cute couples, adorable ig posts and all that

But MY GOD when i started to follow your posts, my mind was BLOWN. It really is all there for all of us to see huh. It's been wild, like in a detective series with the clues falling into place LIVE, right in front of our eyes!

And like everyone's been saying, yup, i'm bracing for some news soon, just hope at the end they're both ok because damn these last few weeks have been... a lot 🫣

Thank you! That’s really lovely to read.

I think we’ve reached the stage where someone has to be really stubborn to keep on pretending that everything is fine and dandy.

There seems to be something happening everyday now 😅

[greeen-bean]

Au where despite everything percy and annabeth don't actually get together after tlo

Like they have an understanding that they both feel the way they do, and that percy is alive now and that's good, and that Rachel isn't an issue anymore, but change is scary and they've come this far without many major problems

So that's all fine and dandy, then percy goes missing and all that jazz, then they're on the argo with the other seven and EVERYONE just assumed they were together because that's just how they are, and everyone is like HUH!??!?!?!?!

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Wagan

Debut: Wagan

Look! It’s Wagan! From Wagan! What is Wagan (character)? Why, Wagan is a wonderful little green robotic dinosaur sort of guy who is good at making noises! What is Wagan (media)? Good question!

Here is a photo of Wagan in real life. Wagan is real! The original Wagan is an arcade machine by Namco, but I honestly cannot find much information at all about it. I don’t THINK it’s a game. More of an interactive toy? Here is a video! Hear his noises and watch his mouth flap about!

Wagan’s physical prison is labeled THE EMOTIONAL WEAPON, VOICE-CANNON “WAGAN”. I guess this is some kind of. Yelling game? The presence of a megaphone makes me think you yell at Wagan, and Wagan yells at you, and I don’t know the point, but it is really funny, and of course the actual physical Wagan robot is incredibly cute!

Luckily, Wagan would later enter a form of media I CAN comprehend! Scrimblo bimblo platformers! This is Wagan Land, which became Wagan’s Main Thing for a while, and hmm. I have things to say about this.

First is, WOW this game is cute! Look! When Wagan is falling in the air, his mouth flaps up, like Mario’s hat in Super Mario World! That’s so wonderful! And look at that SNAIL! The first enemy you see in the game, and what a great first impression! All the character sprites are delightfully compact. The thing that looks like a Wagan fetus is a Waganizer, which upgrades his Yelling ability, which is used to stun enemies so they can be jumped upon safely.

Very charmingly, Wagan’s yells are represented by the actual sound he says, shot out as a projectile! These have been lovingly translated in the fan translation, so you can make him yell WA, GYA, and GA. If you make him say GA twice, then just call him Lisa Simpson, because he’s Going Gaga!

The Waganizer was first a toy, and this sure looks like a gun huh! But it is a voice recorder and amplifier. I guess it is like having a bit of Wagan of your own, in Weapon form? To Blast your voice at others? I’m not sure why it had to look so incredibly like a gun, though!

Also, this post is about Wagan himself, but I HAVE to mention there is a Mola mola in this game! A pink sleepy one that flies above the water, and is the ONLY creature in the game that Wagan can safely touch by default, allowing him to ride on top of it! I do not know why a robot dies upon touching a snail. Sorry.

This game sounds so lovely, doesn’t it? It does! So it’s too bad it SUCKS and is TERRIBLE and I HATE it so much!!! And I don’t want to do any of that... but it forces me to!

The platforming sections are all fine and dandy. But the bosses, oh dearie me! Instead of battles, they play a minigame with you, and these are absolutely wretched! There is a word chain game and a memory game, neither of which are good, and both of which feel very easy to get locked out of winning due to randomness. And if you lose, you Die. It’s really not fun whatsoever to have to play a minigame you may very well not have any chance of winning, and they are so common that it sadly ruins the whole game... Maybe I’m doing something wrong, but I don’t think it should be so hard to see what to do right! It feels like a game for babies that wants nobody to succeed.

However! I must give a MAJOR shout-out to AlanMidas of romhacking.net for making this English translation of the game, because translating this word chain game and all its intricacies must have been absolute hell! So thank you, AlanMidas! Or curse you? For being the reason I was able to play this at all? But mostly thank you. And I applaud your effort. I mean, they were able to make the pig icon work by referring to it as an “oinker”. I applaud an oinker any day.

Geez, I don’t want to be so negative on one of these posts. I do love Wagan (creature) a whole lot! Want to see him playing baseball?

There we go. Isn’t that droll?

Have another! For your troubles. Sorry, there is just so little English information about Wagan! This is all I can humbly offer. But I hope you love to view Wagan as much as I do! And if you ever see him in real life, yell at him. I think he likes that!

[verve-wifux]

My Hero. / Daryl Dixon. Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader Smut.

Summary: To take a short break from the group, Y/N decides to clear out a hallway or two in the prison to make it safer for Lori to have her child. Daryl isn't happy she put herself in danger and has no problem showing her how worried she made him;)

Takes place in S3!

Warnings and kinks: Foul language, things like knife play, blood, violence, detailed smut, anger, degrading, brat, praise.

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Sighing, you drove Daryl's already bloodied saw-backed Bowie knife through another walker's neck, pulling it free with a horrible squelching noise, twisted your body 90 degrees to the left, and drove it straight into another's forehead.

You grimaced at the lack of its jaw, only open gore and blood remained there, lifeless eyes staring back at you. It occurred to you at that moment, that you shouldn't be so picky about potential sexual partners, it is the apocalypse after all.

After freeing the knife from its face, you continued your venture down the rotten-smelling corridor, flooded with darkness besides your handy-dandy flashlight, which by the way, had started acting up.

Not so handy-dandy after all, huh?

You heard distant groans from somewhere ahead of you, and no, not the good kind, making you stalk closer, keeping your footsteps light and steady, Daryl's knife in your left hand. As the noises grew louder, you could barely make out a distant, wobbling figure ahead of you.

Blackness.

Anddd there goes the flashlight.

Cursing under your breath, you narrowed your auburn eyes to adjust to the lack of light before you began to jab, your first swing finding its mark as it silenced something mid-gurgle. You moved quickly and efficiently, pulling the knife free once final time as the last walker slumped at your feet.

Or so you thought.

Something that could be argued to be a hand grabbed your arm, a loud snarl ripping from mere millimeters from your face, making you yelp in shock. Before you could react with your knife, you heard the familiar snap of a crossbow, and it fell silent.

Squinting your eyes at the new bright light coming your way, you heard the familiar gruff voice of Daryl, relief washing over you immediately.

"Tryin' to get killed? The fuck you thinkin'?" He scolded, pressing his boot on the walker's face before ripping his arrow free. He glanced up at you, his hair dark and falling over his face, hardened sternly as he glared at you. Rising to his full height, he raised a brow impatiently. "Well?" He snapped.

"I took a leisurely stroll," You huffed back with a mere shrug, making him scoff at you before snatching his knife from your fingers.

"My knife," He grunted back, making you bash your eyelashes at him.

"You know how much I love that knife Daryl, you should be more surprised at the fact I managed to steal it without you noticing, rather than stealing it in the first place," You explained smartly, making him shake his head.

"You got a fuckin' deathwish, girl. You lucky I showed up when I did, otherwise? You'd be one of those freaks," He spat angrily, making you gulp. You knew Daryl had an angry side, you just never expected for you to be on the receiving side of it.

"I'm fine though, right? I mean, I'm not dead yet-" You started before he cut you off.

"Nah, nah, you ain't dyin' on my watch, you hear me?" He answered, pointing a finger in your face.

"Whatever.."

He flicked your nose playfully before taking you by the arm, beginning to pull you back to the cell block.

"Daryl?" You questioned, attempting to pull your arm from his strong grip, failed, and attempted to stop again.

"Keep movin'," He ordered, not having your shit.

"Daryl!" You hissed, slapping his hand, right over the skull tattooed there.

He turned, halting you both, and gave you a death stare.

"Do it again, and find out what happens sweetheart," He taunted you, staring down at you from his tall height.

Goddam.

"Do what again? This?" You slapped him again, this time his forearm, making his hand wrap around your neck firmly before you could even fight back, and pinned you back against the cold, stone wall.

"Y/N, I swear- Can you not push me when I can't guarantee your safety?" He hissed, freeing his knife from his holster and holding it loosely in his right hand.

It hit you then that all this fuss and anger wasn't directed because you took his knife, but because you came out and put yourself in supposed danger without telling him.

"I don't need your protection-"

"Fuckin' hell, Y/N. We're gonna talk about this now? Right fuckin' now?" He questioned angrily, tilting his head down at you, waiting for a smart remark.

"Well we have to at some point. Ever since we fucked, Daryl, you're busting my balls every 5 minutes! All this shit about safety? I'm capable of protecting myself!" You argued, his anger growing more as he looked around the hallway, lit by his torch alone which was placed in his belt.

"You don't even have balls," He hissed venomously, making you groan in annoyance.

"Not the point!" You argued.

"Do you not fucking realize that I care about you, Y/N? You think I'm acting this way because I'm afraid to lose my fuck-buddy? Why can't you fucking see what you do to me?!" He argued, his face leaning closer to yours, spitting the words in your face like an insult.

Your heart rate increased, your knees suddenly feeling slightly shakier at his confession. You swallowed thickly as you glanced down at his mouth, the same mouth that has touched you in the most sensitive places, goddam that mouth...

"And what am I doing to you, Daryl?" You pushed, voice low and breathless. He was about to answer but froze, his eyes softening as he scanned you up and down, taking in your disheveled state by his words. He blinked once or twice, eyes dragging over you, making your stomach tighten in response.

"I think the better question is, what am I doing to you, Y/N?" He finally replied with a teasing smirk, his voice low but not because he was weary of others hearing, it was low as the same effect that had washed over you mere moments before had now finally reached him.

You were painfully aware of the hand wrapped around your neck, firm and tight in all the good ways. You swallowed again. Hesitantly, you reached your hand to his front, running up his loose shirt in between his jacket, your eyes trapped on his blue ones. He inhaled sharply, his eyes falling to your lips, wetting his own with his tongue before glancing back up to your eyes. A soft sound of pleasure escaped you with no warning, his eyes flaring as he chuckled darkly.

"Oh sweetheart, you have quite the knack for getting yourself in dangerous situations, don't you?" He muttered, dipping his head to your neck, his nose brushing the sensitive skin under your ear before inhaling deeply, almost like he was taking in your scent. You inched closer to him, your other hand coming to the back of his head, and laced your fingers into his hair when he ran his mouth over your skin, which was now burning with desire.

"Well then, it's a good thing you're here to save me as per usual, isn't it? My hero," You joked breathlessly into his ear, earning a low hum in agreement. You felt his hot, wet tongue slide up your throat, a breathless moan you attempted to hold back from him traveled straight into his ear as you leaned your head to give him a better angle to your neck.

The heat that radiated from his mouth left you, however, a sly smirk on his face as he removed his hand from your neck and replaced it with his knife that you had been borrowing. Your eyes blew wide and frantic, searching his cocky face.

"Oh c'mon sweetheart, I thought you liked this knife, no?" He taunted, sliding the blade up the skin under your chin, forcing you to angle your head further up to avoid being cut.

"Shit Daryl," You swore, arching into him, your hands going to his jacket and pulling him closer. His free hand laced around your waist, his thumb rubbing little shapes onto your burning skin through your clothes before dipping and rubbing over your ass. A soft whine left you, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared up at him hungrily.

"I've been warning you about sneaking out, haven't I? And have you listened to me?" He began to question, angeling his head until your lips were mere centimeters apart and watched you resist closing the gap. It felt like torture, all you could think about was touching him, not caring how dangerous it was.

"Not once, angel," He finished, finally pushing his mouth against yours and swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, looking for an opening. Deciding to play with him, you merely whimpered, not letting him inside your mouth.

You heard the slap before you felt the stinging pain of it ripple across your ass, a breathless curse leaving your mouth and giving him the opportunity to slide inside in the process. He smirked proudly against your lips, as his tongue swept across yours in a suggestive, promising stroke. You felt yourself losing to pleasure, his hand roaming over your hip and thigh, the other still holding his knife to your throat, threatening to slip with the wrong move.

"Daryl," You panted in between a kiss, diving into his mouth as you grew hungrier for his undivided attention on the growing pulse between your legs, becoming more and more unignorable as the seconds passed.

"You're getting desperate, Y/N, pathetic really, isn't it? What a few kisses and a knife can do to you," He taunted, pulling back to watch your pathetic expression, eyes begging him to touch you. You nodded with a pout, letting the tip of the knife nip at your jaw, and letting a small stream of red blood run down your neck. His eyes fell to the cut, tilting his head before dragging his tongue over your skin.

You couldn't deny the moan that ripped from you as he licked the blood from you, your eyes growing heavy and shutting, arching closer into his warmth and sense of security. You felt like you could burst into flames and fireworks at any second, the feeling so intense you had begun to squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure building there.

His hand slid down your thigh, chuckling lowly at you as he pulled back from your skin, running his tongue over his blood-covered lips, a soft whimper leaving you as you followed the action.

"Tell me, Y/N, if I snuck my hand inside of these pants, how wet would I find you?" He questioned curiously, making you curse under your breath.

"I think you should find out for yourself, Dixon," You breathed, begging him silently to take the bait, to strip you naked and have his way with you right here. He smiled, the sight making your heart falter for a moment or two. He kissed you again, strong and passionate as his right hand trailed up your thigh, dragging over your hip carelessly, and ran two fingers along the waistband of your combat pants.

The same two fingers he'd made you come on more times you can count.

"Touch me," You gasped, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth and pulled roughly.

"Convince me, make it pretty," He shrugged, dragging his knife down your body, running the metal down the valley of your breasts, his eyes not leaving yours.

"I won't steal your knife again, maybe," You began, making him chuckle deeply, the sound buzzing through you like electricity, pressing the tip of the blade against your skin, right under your ribs.

"Fine, no more sneaking out," You blurted breathlessly, angling your hips to rush against his, discovering how rock hard he was. You merely smirked at him when he muffled his groan, pressing his mouth against yours in a sense of urgency.

You hadn't realized he snuck his hand under your pants and underwear until you felt two of his calloused fingers swirling around your sensitive heat, your moans being swallowed up by him eagerly.

"Fuck, darlin', you are wet. All this for me?" He teased, his movements on your clit slow and rhythmic, knowing how to pleasure you enough to drive you insane.

"All for you," You announced, however, it sounded more like a plea. And in a way, it was.

His fingers felt like fucking heaven, swirling in the embarrassingly large amount of wetness between your thighs that had been caused by a few words and a knife at your throat. He swiped his tongue against yours as he plunged a finger deep inside of you, making you gasp into his mouth at the sudden intrusion. His thumb skillfully rubbed circles on your clit as he prepped you for another finger, giving you time to adjust to avoid any discomfort.

"Fuck yes," You panted, your arms wrapping around his neck as his knife clattered to the floor, his spare arm wrapping around your waist, holding you up as you swayed on your weakening knees.

"Feeling good, doll?" He muttered, his forehead pushed against your own, his hot breath fanning your face as he worked you effortlessly. You merely nodded.

"So goddam good, please, faster," You begged before reconnecting your lips with his, earning a low growl of approval from him as he slid a second finger inside of you, making you cry out as he pressed down harder on your clit, moving his fingers faster inside of you, starting off the swirling heat in your lower stomach, fluttering down and settling into your core. Moving inside of you was quick and easy, stretching almost immediately to accommodate his fingers.

You panted as you kissed each other frantically, unable to get enough of this feeling, the feeling of being in Daryl's arms. His mouth was as quick as his fingers, your mind spinning as the world became fuzzy. Nothing else mattered right now, not walkers, not Rick, not Lori or her unborn child, this was the only thing, Daryl.

Your noises grew higher and more high-pitched, eventually, your hips began to rock to meet his movements as he continued to swirl around your clit, feeling yourself climbing higher and higher to release.

"God, I can feel you squeezing me, you like this, darlin'?" He questioned breathlessly, placing a soft kiss on your mouth when you grew unable to kiss him back.

You kept your left arm around his neck, moving your right hand to cup his, beginning to ride against it, desperate to reach that blissful state you've only managed to achieve while being with him, not even your own hand made you feel this good.

"Ohh..god! Daryl!" You moaned loudly, dropping your head to his neck and closing your eyes as you fought off the overwhelming pleasure his mere fingers could bring you.

"Let go, sweetheart, look at me when you cum," He muttered sternly, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead when you met his gaze, struggling to keep your eyes open and looking at him.

"So fucking good for me, aren't you? Such a good girl, give it to me," He continued, his words enough to tip you over the edge and have you a moaning mess in his arms, your body limp as you collapsed into him, crying out as your orgasm worked through you. The world spun quickly, legs shaking as you came all over his fingers, the only thing stopping you from crashing to the floor was his hot, muscular body.

When your high had finally calmed, whimpering softly when he retrieved his fingers from inside of you and brought them to his mouth, sucking off your pearly-white release, you blew out an unsteady sigh. You stood opened mouthed, watching him groan at your taste, the sight and sound alone enough to make you cum again.

"Well sweetheart, you taste delicious," He merely smirked, making you scoff at him, shaking your head.

Unable to resist, you leaned up on your tippy toes, placing a slow kiss on his mouth.

"I'll be sure to return the favor, Dixon," You promised with a teasing wink before lowering to the ground. He inhaled sharply as he watched you slowly pick up his knife, a wicked smile on your lips as you dragged the knife up his leg as you rose back to your full height, swaying your hips as you walked away from him, heading in the direction of the cell block.

"Brat," He grunted after you, making you shrug, glancing over your shoulder at him with a sultry smile.

"Yours truly."