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nsharks · 1 year

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bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part six —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 3k tags: death. blood. zombies of course. reader menstruates. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: this was longer but i decided to break it up sorry :p

The last glimpse of civilization you had was a chaotic one.

It was the first day of the outbreak.

Freshly infected running around. Bodies scattered in the streets like dead flies. Screaming. Paul grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the treeline. Your nephew shrieking in your sister’s arms. It’s funny how trauma likes to grab hold of the minute details. You can also recall seeing a bus pass by with an ad for some superhero movie. You had planned on seeing it. The bus crashed into a house and the ad was licked by flames.

Paul was always the one to make the trips to pharmacies and markets. He was the one who wielded a gun, not you. You were the one to stay behind, fortify the fence, and watch over the two broken members of your family.

Society's dust— that is what you leave Ghost’s territory for.

You know you need to.

You wait for your period to end.

Freshly spilled blood is not a scent you want to carry. Greys are drawn to it like flies to rot. Something you learned the hard way once during a hunt with Paul. They were able to catch your scent from a further distance than usual because of it.

To your relief, Ghost lets you look at his map.

Of course, you can’t take it with you.

“Jus’ memorize it,” he grumbles under his breath.

So the evening before you venture out, you study the map of Northern England. Ghost brought out a whole stack of them from the room you’re certain is his. You notice a map of the European continent on top, briefly catching a glimpse of a black circle drawn in the middle somewhere, but he is quick to move it underneath the pile.

You focus on the one you need.

There is a black dot to indicate where their camp is amid the forest. Some 20 kilometers south is the closest city. Or village rather. Ribchester. Maybe that is a safer bet than going by yourself to a big city like Manchester. You may have a bow and knife and some strength, but you don't have a car or guns like he does. Or companions coming with you.

Blue helps you turn your pillowcase into a strapped bag with some scissors. You need something to carry what you find. Ghost isn't willing to let you leave with his backpack. Bitterly, you get it. It’s a useful item.

The next morning, you feel as prepared as you can be. You wake up earlier than usual, before Blue has the chance to poke inside your shed with Grim. You eat a big breakfast of two dried squirrels. You have a third one to take with you.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Blue picks at her breakfast as she sits beside you at the table. Her lips twist around thoughtfully.

You glance between her and Ghost. His stare is unreadable like usual. Dark, stoic, and hiding under lowered brows. You wonder what he thinks— if he would be secretly relieved if you don't make it back alive. Probably. He could get rid of you without Blue pointing the blame at him.

"Medicine is important. I need to find my own.”

We can’t risk sneaking anymore, you would say if he wasn’t right there. But by the way she slides her blue eyes to discreetly meet yours, you think she gets the hint.

"Just be careful, okay?" You nod. "And remember—" she lifts a finger, "—you have to shoot those fucks in the brain."

"I know. I've been practicing my aim a bit."

The smile you offer is only half-there. The truth is, you are risking your life with this. Part of you wonders how deeply she has processed that.

Despite her lips appearing more chewed-through than usual, they give a wary smile in return.

“Yeah, we could hear you hitting the trees. Right, Ghost?"

He hums low, but characteristically, doesn't have much to say about you.

But when you head for the cabin door after eating, his firm hand surprises you, gloved and skeletal. It wraps around your bicep and brings you to a halt before you can step outside. Heat spreads through his glove and the layers of your clothes. You turn around just as a metal object is silently offered to your chest. Ghost holds your stare before you look down at what he is giving you.

It's the revolver. The one they collected from that man.

The gun with only one cartridge.

"Thanks."

You bite your cheek to hide the dry tone, slipping the revolver into your coat pocket. Maybe it will come in handy. At least he now trusts you enough not to immediately point it at him or her.

Blue is the one to follow you out to the gate of their camp.

"I hope you find something good."

"Me, too."

"You know, Ghost and I only went on one trip that I can remember," she says as she unlocks the bolts for you.

"Yeah?"

"To get him more ammo from a military base," she explains with a wave of her hand. "It was pretty close, though. He says that we went on one other trip back to Manchester when things first happened, but he carried me on his back the whole time so I don't remember much except for all the loud sounds.”

This part she adds quietly: "Think I closed my eyes for most of it."

"I would have closed my eyes, too, Blue.”

The next glimpse of civilization you get is a desolate one.

Again, you are on your own. Though, maybe you’ve been alone this whole time in a way.

It is that weird time between winter and spring when the air is crisp but the sun is bright. You hope to complete the trip in one day, which gives you about nine hours. You walk and walk, leaving Ghost's familiar territory behind until the trees become new to you again. You’ve never gone south before. You stop by a creek to drink some water along the way. By high noon, you exit the forest for the first time in five years.

You can see it. Overgrown shrubs and dry vines that crawl over cracked concrete. A road. A billboard arches over with a peeled ad for shaving cream, the woman’s face looking mangled. Your bow is poised as you follow the highway towards the village, recalling a time when you used to take the bus ride down this very route to visit your sister’s home. You liked watching the trees and rolling hills pass through the window as you tucked your ears under headphones.

It is so strange.

The air is quiet with abandonment.

Briefly, you ache for a world that once existed and the life you once lived. Car rides. Music whenever you wanted. Drunk outings on the weekends when you were supposed to be studying for nursing school. Hope for a family of your own someday.

But you have to ignore all that to stay focused on the present. Now, life is whittled down to basic needs and protecting yourself the best you can.

The village soon appears as stone buildings with unkempt wisteria scaling the sides. Abandoned cars haphazardly parked throughout the streets. You keep your guard up and your nose flared as you approach. There is a faint, awful scent that looms in the air, but it is not strong enough to cause concern. Not yet.

A pharmacy.

You need to find one.

If you want to make it back to their camp by nightfall, then you can only waste about an hour or two here. You could spend the night in a tree and trek the 20 kilometers tomorrow, but sleeping in a branch is even more unpleasant than your shed and it is risky. You were willing to do it when you had no other choice, but what if some unfriendly people find you this time? Perhaps even unfriendlier than the threat of Ghost's knife to your neck.

An hour is killed just searching for the pharmacy.

You roam the empty streets.

Finally, you catch sight of the faded sign and your heart leaps. But the excitement fades away when your nose and eyes detect the group of Greys just outside the building in an empty parking lot. Their pale eyes aren’t pointed at you yet, so you move behind a crumpled car for cover. If you had gotten any closer, they surely would've smelled your human flesh.

You take a deep breath. How many are there?

Carefully, you poke your head out just an inch to survey the threat. Six of those fucks. That is doable given the range.

The last time you ran into Greys, you had no choice but to run because of the bow Ghost stepped on. This time, you can kill them off with the bow carved by his hands.

You are quick with it. You stand and release arrow by arrow. Four of the six are headshots. You aren't perfect. The last two receive arrows through their shoulders, but this type of wound means nothing to a Grey. It is their brains that are infected with the virus, just like Blue said.

These two begin running towards you, now catching a whiff of your scent.

You climb on top of the car. Hitting a running target is far trickier. You go for the faster one first, using two more arrows before hitting the skull, grey chunks of brain splattering onto the concrete. The slower one just barely reaches the car before you finish it off, the closer distance sharpening this final hit.

The pharmacy is reachable now.

As you run over, you gather the used arrows. Precious ammo. You pull them out of their bodies with a twist and a putrid squelch.

When you push through the doors to the pharmacy, you almost choke. The shelves— they are empty. You breeze through every aisle, eyes and hands seeking anything that could be left, but there is nothing. You check the back. You check the shelves behind the counter.

Empty, empty, empty.

“Oh, fuck me,” you croak. Hot tears spill down your cheeks.

You half expected this.

But you’ve come all this way.

You need something.

There must be somewhere else you can look.

The cars maybe. Most people used to keep med kits somewhere inside. There is a slight chance that one could’ve been forgotten. It is worth a try.

You keep moving, not wanting to return with an empty bag. The white sun hangs high. The dry air turns your tear-stained cheeks sticky. You pick up rocks to begin breaking the windows of the abandoned cars, poking your arm inside to undo the locks, and rummaging through the glove compartments.

CDs, magazines, condom wrappers.

Nothing.

“Please, please.”

You make it down the street like this, checking every single one. Distracted, you shatter the glass of a white sedan without noticing the shadow laying in the backseat.

Fingers wrap around your wrist as you reach for the inner lock.

A maggot-filled mouth lurches for the flesh of your hand.

An arrow won't work here. With a cry, you use your free hand to grab the revolver from your pocket and shoot its head. The sound echoes. The single bullet burrows right between its eyes. The Grey writhes for a moment before going limp against the seat.

Panting, you have to pry the bony fingers off your wrist.

Again, you search the glove compartment. In this car where the stench is thick enough to sicken you, a med kit and a Twix bar fall into your hands.

“Fuck— thank you.”

You stash both into your homemade bag.

You could leave now, but you are itching for some antibiotics. The kit will help you clean wounds without Ghost's help, but it won’t save you if you develop an infection.

The next idea you have is to check a house.

By the look of the sky, you can fit in at least two quick searches. You run over to the next street and kick at the front door of the first one you see. Nothing but knocked-over furniture and torn wallpaper. The bathroom cabinet is empty.

The next one you fight inside is decorated with furniture that smells like faded perfume. The first room you check is a bedroom. In the center, a full set of bones lies on the bed, void of any meat after God knows how long its been there. You try not to look at it. On the floor lies a pile of clothes. You could use some more, still dressed in the ones Ghost found you in. You don't even look at them, just grab what you can fit in your bag and move on to the bathroom.

Here, beside a pair of molded dentures, you find two half-full bottles of pills.

Amoxicillin.

Paracetamol.

You cry some more.

It's not much, but it is enough for now.

Your muscles are fatigued by the time you make it back.

You reek of sweat. It is a long walk. You run into a few more Greys but manage them. You eat the squirrel you brought.

Darkness covers the forest just when you spot the camp's fence in the distance. Relief. You actually did it. Some pride breathes into your tired lungs.

As you get closer, you make out two silhouettes leaving the gate. One is a girl who you tiredly smile at the sight of, and the other is a bulky tank.

You leap over the trench.

But when your boots land on the other side, the end of a rifle pokes your breastbone and prevents you from getting any closer.

"Ghost."

You can't help but shout at him, eyes widening. He is pointing a gun at you? You were just beginning to think he could tolerate you enough to not threaten murder anymore. The memory of your first encounter resurfaces.

"It's just me! What the hell are you doing?"

Panic finds you once again. Your chest rises and falls under his gun’s touch. You glance at Blue, who tries to get near you, but he sticks out an arm to keep her away.

"Dad," Blue groans, "Do you really have to— ”

The tip of the rifle brushes up over your collarbone and toward your neck. Your nerves awaken under cold metal.

"Let me see." His voice is firm.

Oh. Bites. He wants to see if you have any bites.

"Okay, okay." You nod breathlessly.

Swallowing, you gather your braided hair in your hands as he clicks on a flashlight. You have not been offered string to tie them with so most of the hair has fallen out as always. You roll your neck to one side, and then to the other to show him the unmarked skin. But he is not satisfied yet.

He moves the rifle down to the hem of your shirt and uses it to lift up the fabric just beneath your breasts, revealing the skin of your stomach and ribs. You should feel exposed, standing here with your bare midriff under the light, but the two of them have already seen this much of you. You are more concerned about the fact that he could kill you if he actually suspects you could’ve been bitten.

The cold air invites a shiver. Your teeth clench as you stare at him. In the darkness, his eyes almost lean red.

He lowers your shirt.

"Roll 'em up for me,” he demands, now giving a nod to your trousers.

You bend over to roll up the pantlegs, all the way up to your knees so he can’t complain about it. All that is revealed are your unshaven legs and sweat-laced socks. You are sure they can smell them from where they stand.

"She doesn't have any stupid bites, Ghost, alright?"

Blue tugs at his arm with a huff. Finally, the rifle lowers. You straighten back up and exhale the short breath you were holding.

There is a silent moment where the three of you just stand there. An owl hoots. Ghost rubs at his masked jaw and looks you over some more, eyes flicking to the filled bag over your shoulder with a raised brow.

And then, something unexpected.

A small body whirls into yours and you almost stumble back in a step. Blue wraps her arms around your waist and excitedly breathes out, "I knew you'd make it back. Ghost said you wouldn't. I told him you would."

What?

It is a short-lived hug.

But still, the first one you have had in a long time.

After this tiring day, your eyes close with some more moisture. It is a strange feeling, her young embrace. Her palms spread flat against your back and she presses her forehead to your shoulder because she is tall enough to reach it. You are just about to hug her in return, move your arms around her shoulders out of instinct, but she is soon tugged away by a skeletal hand. Her blue eyes drift down to her boots. She looks a mix of irritated and embarrassed.

In a daze, you end up back in the warmth of the cabin.

Blue begs you to show her what you found. You dump the contents of your pillowcase onto the table. Her father’s shadow lurks behind you somewhere, always watching and taking up space, but for now, you ignore him.

You cannot recall a time when you were in this kind of mood. It is enough to surface the waters of your grief. Because now, your survival does not have to rely so much on Ghost's mercy or the risk of Blue’s sneaky hands. Food, a med kit, one type of antibiotic. It should all be enough to keep you alive - to take care of yourself - for at least however long you end up staying here.

"Shit balls." Blue rummages through the goods. "You did pretty good."

"Right? I can't believe it," you whisper numbly. You wipe your eyes.

She holds up the clothes first, starting with a large, floral blouse that looks like something an old lady would wear. Her head tips back with a giggle.

"This is way too big for you."

"I'll make it work," you say, shrugging, but almost manage a quiet laugh, too. You don't really give a fuck what the clothes look like. At least you can change finally into something else - something that didn’t belong to your dead companions.

Where you care about the medicine, Blue is far more intrigued by the candy bar she discovers. She holds it up, and inspects the wrapper with curiously wide eyes, shooting a glance at her dad.

"T-w-i-x," she sounds out with pinched brows. She looks back at you. "What's this?"

"It's like... chocolate," you tell her.

"Oh— no way. Could I try some?"

You don't really care about the Twix bar. You almost forgot about it since the moment you found it in the car. But before you can tell her she can just have it as a late birthday gift - because she has done so much for you - Ghost moves to take it from her hands.

He puts it back down on the table.

“What’s hers is hers, kid. That’s how it works here.“

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #zombies #cod #zombie apocolypse au

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fromriches-tosin · 5 months

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Here's some postwar thoughts:

-Levi passed out immediately after his comrades vanish, his body basically shutting down, and the Cadets all freak out, thinking they're going to lose Levi when he's made it this far! It hits Connie pretty hard because I imagine that poor kid is blaming himself for Levi's current state.

-They all sleep near eachother for a Long time. First in Levi's tent while he's recovering, then eventually under the same roof. They do this so when one of them wakes up from nightmares, they can see that everyone is alive. I imagine this lasts for almost 8 months to a year after the rumbling since they all went through so much. I imagine Levi and Reiner bond over being the two with most nightmares (oof).

- Of course, over time they start to heal and even find love. Levi being a protective father worried sits each one of the potential suitors down and makes sure he think they're worthy of his kids the cadets, even if it's between eachother (i.e ReiJean). No body isn't vibe checked by Levi.

-Eventually Levi and Annie talk of course (likely when hes seeing if she deserves Armin) and they have talks that should have been had years ago. Levi doesn't hate her, but he also doesn't exactly forgive her either.

-Weddings? They're all at eachothers. Sometimes just as guests, sometimes as best men/Maid of honors, or maybe even officiating. I like to imagine Levi walked Jean down the aisle eventually once he and Reiner marry.

-About 6 years after the rumbling, thr cadets all pool money together and buy Levi his teashop. This is the only time Levi ever cried INFRONT of the cadets and it wasn't because of a nightmare. I like to think they're all fairly regular or working there (batista Jean anybody?)

-Kids start coming around? Everyone is going to meet the kids, adopted or otherwise. And yes, they're all Aunt/Uncle to eachothers kids.

-Levi finds love? You bet all the cadets are now going to vibe check HIS s/o to make sure they're worthy of their Captain Dad. Partly as payback though too though. Levi is a little embarrassed but touched.

-Once they're lives all settle, they start to have what is essentially a family reunion/backyard BBQ every so often. These end up being everyone's favorite days because of how far they have all come. Sometimes it feels like someone is missing, but Jean likes to think this is what Eren wanted for them, even if his means were terrible.

Basically this is me spreading my found family/Dadvi agenda into the void.

More dad!Levi, hell yeah!!

I love all of that. Especially the idea of Levi and Reiner bonding – that's something I never really explored, and you have just given me some ideas. Just imagine the two of them sitting around a campfire at night, unable to fall asleep because of their nightmares. Reiner keeps sneaking careful glances in the direction where Jean is murmuring something in his sleep. Levi notices that and scolds him for thinking he's being sneaky. But eventually he warms up to Reiner enough to give him some very short and specific pointers on how to approach Jean if he's really being serious about wooing him.

He gives the most terrifying shovel talks.

Oh, Levi's conversation with Annie is something I'd love to witness. Jean forgave Reiner, Connie was able to forgive Gabi too, but Levi needs time – he can't help but see his dead comrades whenever he looks Annie in the eyes. I agree that he doesn't hate her. Levi is not someone to waste time on such emotions (Zeke is the exception that proves the rule). He knows why Annie did what she did. But it doesn't change the fact that Levi's loyalty still lies with Eld and the rest.

Jean is secretly terrified of the idea of a "traditional" wedding, especially the part about him being walked down the aisle. He agrees to do that only because Levi seems to be oddly invested in the whole thing. Jean realizes Levi wants to be included, and he would never refuse him. Oh, and the teashop! I love the idea of them working together again. Levi barking quiet orders, Jean sweating to get everything done as requested. Levi is as serious about his tea business as he was about the Titan slaying.

In general: yes, yes, yes to everything. 💜💜

#thanks for the ask ✨#reijean #reiner x jean #veecanons

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 4 months

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8, 9, 18, 24, and 29 for kit and jacob?

thank you for the ask liz!! (sorry for my rambles)

8) What do they think about romantic love? Do they have baggage surrounding it? Do they idealize it? Is it an object of longing and wanting, or were they really not thinking about it until they started falling for the other character? What are their expectations like?

Kit lives in a world where romantic love has never been very kind to her. It's never lasted very long. It never felt very natural. She had one "true" love as a teenager and she's sure for a long time she will never find that again, especially as she expects her entire life to surround the military (until it doesn't). When she meets Jacob she's really not expecting to fall for a cult leader, especially when said guy has her imprisoned, brainwashed, fighting for her life and reminding her an awful lot of dear old dad, but alas...

Jacob is absolutely not interested in romance, he's got an army to train and lead and a militia to take care of (or at least Eli). He's still not really thinking about it even as he's eye-fucking her at the Grand View. His only expectation is for her to eventually kill him so he can be Joe's sacrifice, having a deranged female version of himself who's suddenly obsessed with him as much as he's becoming obsessed with her is just a great but weird happy accident.

9) What do they think about commitment? Is a long-term partnership the goal? Are they thinking about building a life with their partner, or are they focused on the present?

Kit's not thinking about commitment at first, for a long time there's still the whole "i'd kill him if i could, but instead i'll fuck him" going on. Eventually...after the starvation and the atrocities, she realizes "oh, hey, maybe I don't want to kill this guy and I'd prefer it if he also didn't get himself killed, so I guess he's mine". Then she becomes the obsessed gremlin who won't let anyone disrespect him and she sees him as the only one who she can be her "real" self with, so that must mean he's the perfect partner to spend the rest of her life with. Ultimately, her mind is focused on the present for a long time, trapped in the push and pull of the war against the Resistance, until the kids come around and Jacob's had a close call with death. then the future and building a life with him really starts to hit home for her.

Jacob is damn sure he's going to die before he ever sees the bunker, he has no expectations of the romance he has going with Kit to ever last. Is it the best way he could have imagined the last few months of his life going? Probably. He's not looking a gift horse in the mouth with this one, but he also doesn't see a future. So when Kit fights tooth and nail to keep him alive, when she brings home kids, when she talks about being in the bunker with him, his brain sort of short circuits because he doesn't see the point in it. There is no future for him. There's only the present.

18) They’re going through something incredibly difficult—perhaps they’re very sick, have lost a loved one, or have gone through a traumatic event. Do they ask for or accept support and care from their partner, or try to isolate themselves?

HAHAHAHA. God. Well pulling from supporting evidence from the fic, when isn't Kit going through a traumatic event? But in all seriousness, depending on the situation, it's usually Jacob who shoves himself into the middle of it because Kit is "his weapon and he doesn't want her breaking" (or so he tells himself, we all know it's really his protective streak). She won't specifically ask for help, usually preferring to handle it on her own, but she also won't push him away when he's there (something something hand on the leash, yadda yadda she secretly likes being cared for)

Jacob on the other hand goes into shut down mode. He is isolating, pushing her away, pushing everyone away. He's strong, he can handle it (toxic masculinity to the extreme). But Kit's going to ignore that and do what she can to get him to open up even if that means starting a fight just to get him to stop shutting her out.

24) What would their partner do that would really turn them on, perhaps unintentionally?

LMAO well again pulling from the fic...uh, acts of violence... you tortured someone for me? heart eyes. she's damper than a swamp. You just ate a man I served up on a silver platter? Girl, let me give you a rub down in the shower. Freaks, they are freaks.

Ultimately though, it's the utter devotion they show one another. That obsessive love does it for them both and I say good for them.

29) What compromises are they making in their relationship?

Kit compromises her own will and humanity for a long time. It's what she knows. Being a weapon, a tool, a dog on a leash being shown where to go and attack. It's easier than thinking for herself and living with the consequences and the weight on her conscience. She's happier being treated as an object because at least then maybe she won't be able to blame herself anymore for her actions, she can blame the person who was leading her.

Jacob finally compromises on his self-sacrificial ways. It takes a long time, and ultimately it comes from the fact that he refuses to let Kit die as the bombs drop (spoilers for that big ending) but despite the future he doesn't see happening for himself, he winds up in that bunker, raising a family, and making the best of whatever New Eden might end up being.

#thank you for the ask!#ship asks #ship: the wolf and the wildcat #oc: kit cross

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juspeczyk · 9 months

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btw since this is My HouseTM here's a list of blorbos from my brain. i've been burnt the fuck out on art this year but by god these ocs are still kicking and someday i'll make more art about them. pwease do send me asks or something about them cause i really would love to make stuff for them i just don't have the executive function to decide what rn

fantasy daydreaming child -> fantasy ttrpg adult pipeline. polycule of magical girl superheroes in college + their social circle. main cast is siobhan-therese (goth, english major), talia (jock, journalism and/or sports medicine), drew (alt girl, taking a gap year), and rowan (granola girl, probably majoring in environmental science or something that will save the earth). the main four are a magical girl group who have to balance saving the world with college and 20something social dramas. also features lilah (siobhan-therese and talia's ex who is a total mean girl but still secretly has feelings for them both), wyllow (an even alt-er alt girl who is drew's "apprentice" but nobody really knows what that means), syd (lichrally just sidney from scream, she got adopted by the group because they were like oh she is such a poor little meow meow) and talia's younger sister who i haven't decided on a name for yet.

superhero universe that started as a chemistry project when i was in high school where we had to like, anthropomorphize a certain element in order to learn about the periodic table, so of COURSE i made it gay and comics. includes the above magical girls and another group of supers in college, except these ones are more sciencey. main character is nicki walton (can change her flesh into a superdense metallic substance, kind of like how emma frost can become a diamond) and her co-supers valentina foster-nguyen (half alien, can shoot sparkle rays and stuff), basira baz/the all-seeing girl (psychic/teleporter), silver star (haven't decided on a name yet, he's basically ghost rider but a cowboy instead of a biker), and liz doe (ghost girl who is also a toxic slime girl, can become intangible like kitty pryde, started as a villain but turned good cause she fell in love with nicki). she has a whole rogues gallery but the main villain is adam huxley, nicki's old lab partner who tried to kill her but instead gave her superpowers.

juno and milos. started as a college project in my comics class and has never left. root of my dnd homebrew world. she's a hunter turned knight, he's a cursed prince, they're in love, she kills his dad, it's a whole thing. i am perpetually trying to write a graphic novel about it.

gary stu vamp boy. his name is matthew monroe and he used to be vegan 😔 he got briefly mildly famous for accidentally filming his own attack where he was "mauled by a rabid dog", then "mistakenly" pronounced dead and buried "alive", then managed to crawl out of his own grave. he now works as the night manager of the local video store and has a big fixer-upper house where all the local cryptids crash. his best friend is a butch werewolf.

edmund fredericks. he's definitely not an axe murderer! probably exists as a historical figure in matthew's universe.

colette coupe. caricature of evil french ladies. eviscerated her husband but he managed to slit her throat before fully dying and now they're both ghosts who thrive on drama. somehow they ended up in matthew's house (idk cursed item or something) and they all despise each other.

#piri oc #piri.txt #this does not include my rpg ocs or dc takes cause those are in different universes ofc. these guys are all mostly in the same universe :3c #juno and milos' world/my dnd homebrew world exists as a monthly comic in the vampire/superhero/etc. extended universe #i don't know if the superheroes and cryptids are in the same universe or if the superheroes exist as a comic there too 🤔

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theteasetwrites · 2 years

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Some Kind of Stranger

Part 3: A First Time For Everything

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 1-Season 9 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—loss of virginity, oral female receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, general sex??? idk, mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 10k (BIG OOPS)

❧ Requested by @zasher

❧ Request: “reader is ricks daughter (18/19 during the outbreak) and secretly dating daryl, rick catches them eventually. (maybe smut? 🥴) I’m idea was kinda like a few short bits from when they first met and the gradual changes and how their relationship grows, which leads to the main part where reader a daryl are together in some way (cuddling? kissing? smashing?) and rick catches them, chaos ensues.”

❧ A/N: So... um... I wrote my longest smut yet??? I got a little carried away with the word count but also like I was trying to make a relatively accurate portrayal of a woman losing her virginity? I wanted to make it kind of a more slow, detailed sex scene, with lots of talking and him making sure she's all right, because that's the way to do it! Always check in with each other. Only responsible, communicative, completely consensual smut here (the hottest smut there is imo). Also simply couldn't resist using this gif of Daryl I'm so sorry.

For all intents and purposes, you were homeless.

The farm fell not long after the strange encounter with Daryl in the stable, and you had no idea what to make of it. You felt as if you were right back in the same situation after the CDC—awkward and afraid to speak to him again.

The only positive of losing the farm was that it distracted you from the issues you had with Daryl, and plunged you into survival mode during those seven months you were on the road.

Of course, Daryl made it out of the farm alive, too, and had even rescued you from the clutches of walkers nipping dangerously close to your flesh, but he never said a word, just pulled you up on his bike and drove away as you peered over your shoulder to see the whole place going up in bright orange flames.

Out on the road now, you had noticed Daryl watching over you like a hawk, finding any excuse to keep you safe without so much as making eye contact with you or, God forbid, touching you.

Unbeknownst to you, he had been trying to reconcile his care for you with his desire to avoid his… desires. It worked for a while, though it was hard for him to forget what had come over him back at the farm. Every inch of his body was on fire when he thought of that feeling, and all he wanted to do was to continue what he had started, though he just couldn’t.

That is, until he could.

At some point, you had lost track of how long you’d been on the road, Daryl asked you to hunt with him. It was strange, since he usually asked your dad or one of the men to go with him, if anyone at all, but that day, he needed to speak to you—for the first time since the farm.

He couldn’t muster up the words for a while, just walked through the woods with you until he stopped abruptly, nearly sending you into a state of panic as you were unsure of what he might do. You couldn’t quite tell if he was going to yell at you for whatever reason, or if he was going to kiss you again. He didn’t do either.

“I’m sweet on ya,” he said abruptly, his lips quivering as if he’d just vomited.

You shook your head a little in shock. “Um… what?”

He palmed his face and crouched down to the ground. You could tell he was quite frustrated. “Said I’m sweet on ya,” he repeated. “I got some kinda… feeling for you. S’why I kissed you, why I can’t do anything about it.”

You felt quite faint, and stumbled forward a bit until you could also settle on the ground in front of him, so you were face to face. “What do you mean you can’t do anything about it?”

He looked up at you, his anxious eyes darting across your face like he was trying to connect some imaginary dots. “I’m too old for you. Ain’t right. Don’t know what to do about it… Do ya… still feel the same?”

He wasn’t looking for you to tell him it was all right, but for an empathy link between the two star-crossed lovers, never meant to be.

“Yes,” you said. “I do… I wish I didn’t. Well, I mean… I wish there was something I could do. I’m scared, because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” You lowered your head in an attempt to avoid making eye contact with the man as you revealed such intimate things, things you’d never thought just an hour ago you’d ever reveal to him, even if he already did know you wanted him. “But I’m not a kid. I know what it is, and it feels right to me, even if it isn’t.”

He nodded and chewed the inside of his bottom lip. “I know you ain’t a kid,” he said after a while of silence. “Know you enough to take ya seriously when you say stuff. Jus’… if you want somethin’ with me, like you said, don’t want ya feelin’ like I’m takin’ advantage of you. Maybe it’s takin’ advantage of you anyway, I don’t know. All’s I know is it’s killin’ me, ‘cause I want somethin’ with you, wanted it since the beginning, jus’ afraid of it. You should be with someone your own age, and I should be worried about protectin’ you, and everyone else. Not… this weird thing.” He could never articulate himself as well as some people, but you understood every bit of what he meant, and to you it only made him seem more good than you already knew him to be, because he really did care about you.

You knew it the moment he refused your advances at the CDC, when you knew what you were doing, but he didn’t want that with you, because he couldn’t be sure if you were sure.

Your shoulders sagged and you let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, what are we going to do, then? If I’m reading this right, I’m… attracted to you, and you’re, I guess, somewhat attracted to me. You said it’s killing you, well it’s killing me too. Why can’t… why can’t we try it? I mean, besides whatever moral dilemma you have.”

He chewed on his lip as he looked at you. “‘Cause your dad would pop a cap in my ass,” he said frankly. “And he’d be right to do it.”

“No, he wouldn’t,” you said. “I… I don’t know how he’d react, but maybe it could be… like, just between us, or something.”

His eyes widened. “What, you want this? You want… you wanna…”

He trailed off, and you filled the gap of silence by leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, causing him to stiffen and freeze. Still, you held him, albeit cautiously as you weren’t sure how he’d react, though he seemed docile, almost at peace despite his stiffness. You eventually began to feel his hands upon your shoulder blades, accepting your embrace.

It was the most innocent gesture you’d ever made to him, a mutually understood expression of sympathy and compassion, but most of all, of love. You felt strange now, as you often did when you were around Daryl. It was the epitome of first love, that unknown wave of emotions coursing through you, and that hint of fear and excitement that came with it.

Daryl might’ve been much older than you, but he felt just the same way. He’d never loved anyone before, and he wasn’t entirely sure if this was love, either, but he knew it was special, and beyond his inexperienced grasp.

Above all, the gesture symbolized an even playing field, upon which two people who seemed different in age and mindset were actually quite similar—they were two lonely, bashful souls, who happened to have very strong feelings for each other in the midst of a fallen world.

You leaned closer to his ear, where you mustered enough boldness to say one thing: “I want you.”

It echoed the very words you spoke in your naked state, and though it was tinged with the more carnal desire you had for him, there was more there—a desperation that indicated the care you had for him, the love, the respect.

“I’ve never wanted this ever before,” you continued. “I don’t think I’ll ever want anyone as much as I want you… In every possible way. I know I’m young, but I know what I’m saying. I know what I want, and I’m not a child. So either tell me you don’t want this with me once and for all, or tell me you’ll be with me, in whatever way we can, so I’m not fooling myself.”

He pulled away to look at you, stunned at your maturity. It was always evident to him that you were a grown woman, and that you acted as such, but he didn’t expect you to want such a straightforward answer.

In a series of nervous gulps, you hoped he’d tell you he wanted you, too, or at least that he’d let you down easily if he said he didn’t want to have a relationship. In any case, you wanted the truth, and for Daryl to make the final decision.

Of course he wanted a relationship with you. It was all he could think about, but was he willing to actually take the opportunity, now that he had it?

Damn right he was.

“I’ll be with ya,” he said. “I want to, I got to. It ain’t even an option for me anymore. I need ya.”

Your eyes portrayed a sense of shock, but your lips widened in a joyous grin. “Really? You’re not messing with me, are you?”

He looked at you seriously. “I’d never, ever mess with ya,” he said, and he meant it. That was what someone would do if they wanted to take advantage of a young woman like you, but he wouldn’t ever dream of doing such a thing. Your heart was much too pure and sweet, not because you were young, but because that’s just how you were, and he would always try to preserve that, if he had you or if he didn’t.

“Well,” you huffed, with your arms still awkwardly clutching to his firm body, “how are we going to do this? I’ve… never had something like this before.”

His lips quirked in a small smile. “Like ya said, ain’t gotta tell no one. Jus’ you and me, if that’s all right.”

You nodded frantically. “Oh, yes. No one needs to know, for now. I mean, not that I’m ashamed, but… I don’t know how they’d react.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Just… between us, when we’re alone.”

The next three or so months passed uneventfully, with your group moving from house to house, and you spending more and more time with Daryl as you began “dating.” Well, it was more like going out with him to hunt everyday, during which he’d teach you how to make traps and catch animals, and somewhere along the line, you both allowed yourselves to kiss each other, and touch each other…

Daryl made it clear that if this relationship would continue, he wanted to take it very slowly, and so did you, since you were quite nervous you’d do something he didn’t like.

Not long into getting to know Daryl on those daily hunting trips throughout the winter months, you realized that he was almost as inexperienced with the opposite sex as you were. He’d opened up to you bit by bit, eventually telling you that he’d only slept with women in drunken stupors, and that what he knew of sex was mostly from stories of his brother’s exploits.

It eased your anxiety much more, knowing he was going into this quite the novice as well. Still, he had a strong sexual desire for you, and you for him, and the hunting trips became noticeably longer in duration the more you got to know each other.

No one else in your group noticed, much to both of your relief. Your father was proud that you were receiving hunting lessons, and seemingly forming a strong friendship with Daryl, as you both spent quite a lot of time talking with each other even when you were with your group.

Soon, however, the hunting lessons would cease, when you found the prison.

A cold, grey shell of a building, with guard towers and layers of chain link fencing that made for the perfect fortress against the walkers. Truly, you never felt safer since the beginning of this mess than you did behind the walls of that prison, and when it became really safe, after dealing with hostile neighbors and various other ordeals, it became, seemingly, a permanent home.

A home in which you could finally share with Daryl something much more intimate than your regular rendezvous in janitorial closets where you’d desperately paw at each other’s bodies any chance you’d get.

Now, with the prison finally set up to be a real home for your group, you could convince Daryl that it was the right time to make love to you for the first time.

Maggie had informed you about her and Glenn’s tendency to enjoy their intimate moments in one of the guard towers overlooking the field, so you pulled Daryl aside one night at dinner and led him there. Standing at the base of the guard tower with his hand in yours, and him looking around nervously to ensure no one saw you, you whispered in his ear: “I’m ready.”

He looked at you curiously. “For what, sunshine?”

You smiled sweetly at the little pet name he had given you. “You know,” you said. “Come on.” You pulled him forward as you opened the door to the tower, but he let go of your hand and looked at you seriously.

“(Y/N),” he said, “are ya sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I love you, Daryl.”

He was taken aback. Of course he knew you loved him, but this was the first time you said it out loud. Sometimes you’d write it on sticky notes and toss them into his bag when he’d leave, which he had to open in secret so no one could see, but never before had you said it in your own voice. It was a beautiful phrase on your lips, especially coupled with his name on the tail end of it, just so he knew you were talking especially to him.

“I… I love you, too,” he said, unable to hold back a rather wide smile. “I love ya so much. Don’t deserve you.”

You shook your head and crossed back over to him to take his hands in yours and kiss the backs of both of them. They smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, though you couldn’t scold him for it, since you were much too excited to be with him in a way you’d dreamt about for so long.

“Yes, you do,” you said. “Every part of me. Come on.”

You ascended up the tower, and upon entering the highest point, Daryl locked the door behind you, double checking it a few times and eliciting a laugh from you as you adjusted the lantern to a suitable dimness.

“What?” he asked, noticing your giggling. “You might like people walkin’ in on ya naked, but I ain’t partial to it.”

You scoffed. “You walked in on me! I never said I liked it, anyway. I just liked seeing you naked.”

He rolled his eyes as he crossed over behind you and grabbed you by the waist, pulling your back into him. “Ya know how much I wanted ya back then?”

“No,” you said. “You rejected me, Dixon. And I was so ready for you…”

He flicked your earlobe, to which you let out a small faux yelp. “I got morals,” he said.

You turned to face him and cupped his cheeks with one hand, the other holding his as he caressed your stomach absentmindedly. “What about now?”

“Still got morals,” he said. “But you’re mine now.” He turned you around to face him, and pressed his lips to yours. With a whimper, you received his tongue and felt him swirl around the inside of your mouth even more passionately than he had before.

Of course he’d kissed you before, outside of that kiss at the farm. In fact, since you agreed to be a couple, you’d become an expert at kissing, and so had Daryl, but nothing ever went much further than that. There were times when you let your hands wander, and they just so happened to palm the outside of his clothed privates, where it was so warm and so hard… But Daryl often took your hand away, and told you it wasn’t time yet.

He wanted to, and so did you, but he was worried you were out of your mind, as if the very prospect of you wanting him still seemed unbelievable, even though you told him nearly everyday. He simply couldn’t believe a woman so much younger would want him, and that things had worked out for him in some way at all. He couldn’t even believe it when you were standing right in front of him, naked and asking for him to touch you.

“Daryl,” you sighed against his lips, caressing his face and relishing in the warm air of his breath dancing around the entrance to your mouth, “I’m yours, but you need to make me yours… Now. Ever since I first saw you, all I could think about was this… You making me yours.” You pulled his face closer and ghosted over his lips with yours, darting your tongue out a bit to taste him just a little, as if to tease yourself. In your panties, you could already feel that wetness pooling, and the tingling sensation that you always got when you let yourself think about him for too long.

“Sometimes,” you continued to whisper, as he began to breathe heavily, “my legs go weak just from thinking about you, about what you’d feel like inside of me.” He tightened his grip on your hips, wanting desperately to throw you against the bed and have his way with you, but he knew he’d have to tread carefully. He’d never taken anyone’s virginity before, and from what he knew of the process, it could be uncomfortable if not done with patience and care. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you or cause you any trouble, so he’d have to go at your pace, even if he was already feeling his pants tighten around him.

“I want you to be the first, and I don’t want anybody else after that,” you said. “No one could ever make me feel the way you do.”

Daryl’s vision blurred for a moment as everything went hazy. Every word, every syllable on your dulcet voice was like a beautiful symphony that was too heavenly for any earthbound being to comprehend. It was made for the angels, and finally he felt like he was really meant to hear it.

Both of you were rendered speechless when he pulled you against his lips again and opened wide to devour every inch of the trembling tissue. He breathed heavily, pulling you by the waist until your bodies hit, and he couldn’t stop himself from rutting against your core. You tried to match his rhythm but he moved fast, almost stumbling over himself as he pushed you over to the small twin-sized bed.

So much was running through his head, so many worries about whether or not you would enjoy it, and what positions would be best for you considering your inexperience, and even his own inexperience. He knew a lot about sex and women’s bodies from his brother’s stories, but he also knew Merle was rough, and he wanted to be gentle with you, even if his desire was so strong that he felt like he was going to rip off your clothes already as he laid you down.

You became lost in a tangle of limbs, wrapping your legs around his waist and frantically moving your arms up and down his back, where the fabric of his sleeveless black shirt moved and crinkled enough for you to grasp at his bare lower back. He growled into your mouth at the feeling of your trembling, nervous hands feeling around on his muscular, work-worn back.

He concentrated on the immense pressure of his cock rubbing against your clothed thighs. The kiss became even more impassioned and desperate the more he felt around your body, bringing his hands to the small space between your chest and his to fondle your breasts. The soft, pliant tissue moved so naturally underneath his strong, warm hands, and you let out a moan that surprised even you when he pinched you there a little.

“Ah!” you cried into his mouth, your eyes closed and your nostrils flared.

He raised his head and stopped pinching your nipple, removing his hands and feeling like he’d gone too far, even though he knew it was going to go much further than that. “Sorry,” he panted, looking at you with downcast, almost shameful eyes. “Did that hurt?”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you pulled him back down by his head to kiss him once again, this time filling his mouth with your tongue and crashing your lips against his over and over again. You simply couldn’t get enough of his taste. Your lips separated with a sense of bittersweet parting as you said, “Not at all. Touch me. Everywhere. I don’t want one part of my body to go untouched by you.”

He rested his forehead on yours, and delicately trailed the back of his hand over your cheek. Moving into his touch, you kissed his hand and laughed a little, utterly delirious from how much you loved his touch.

“Thank you,” he blurted out, and you opened your eyes in confusion.

“What for?”

He kissed your lips, parted softly for him as you breathed heavily in anticipation. “For trustin’ me.”

You smiled and laughed a little, a sound which he swore he’d often hear in his most pleasant dreams. “I trust you more than anyone,” you said. “I trust you enough to show me something I’ve never had before… and share something with you I don’t ever want to have with anyone else, because I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, and cleared his throat after a while of just looking at you, admiring your lovely face. “Do you… ahem, do you wanna start now?”

You nodded your head and smiled. He was so sweet to you, always asking you about your boundaries and how far you wanted this relationship to go. For such a usually impatient, impulsive man, he was almost unbearably patient with you, and you with him. There had been times when you were ready, but he wasn’t, and times when he was ready, but you needed more time. In any case, there wasn’t any question about waiting until both of you were in the mood to really make love the way you wanted.

“Yes,” you said, though with a hint of apprehension, not because you weren’t sure, but because you had absolutely no idea how to start this… process. “Um, what do we do first? I mean, how do we… start?”

He searched your face to see if you were joking, and when he realized you were serious, looking at him with the most innocent ignorance, he smiled. “Well, ya know how sex works, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course, Daryl. I’m not that clueless. I know the basic premise, I just don’t know the… mechanics, I guess. Like, what do I do?”

He sighed. “Jus’... lay there, and move when you wanna, when it feels… um, good. I’ll guide ya. Ya know, I ain’t done this much myself.”

You tilted your head and raised your hand to curl your index finger around his hair, which was becoming maddeningly long. Maddening in that you could hardly control yourself around him anymore, given the fact that he looked so damn good.

“You’re a virgin too, Dar?”

He bit his lip and shook his head. “Nah, lost it a long time ago, and done it since, but ain’t ever been with someone like you.”

“A virgin?”

“Well, yeah, but I mean, ain’t ever done it with someone I loved.”

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders in flattery. “That kind of makes you a virgin then, too.” He let out a quiet chuckle and shook his head in amusement. “What is sex without love, anyway? I don’t think I could ever be with someone I didn’t love.”

He nudged his nose against your cheek, and shifted his core to rest more snugly between your thighs. “I hear it’s a lot better when you do it with someone ya love,” he whispered into your ear, then ventured to lick the helix of your ear, hesitatingly at first, until he heard you let out a small moan of pleasure, then tongued a little at the piece of flesh below your earlobe. “I’ll be good to you,” he said softly. “Make sure ya… feel good.”

He trailed his hand down between your breasts and over your stomach, until he reached your crotch, where he gently rubbed his hand over the warmth of the outside of your aching pussy.

“Mmm,” you hummed in appreciation as you massaged his scalp and your fingers became interlaced with thick bundles of his soft hair. “Do whatever you want to me.”

With a grunt, he sat up to begin unbuttoning your jeans, and unzipped them to reveal your white panties, with a noticeably fresh wetness pooling from your vagina. He licked his lips as he rubbed your thighs to pull down your pants, and rose to his feet briefly to pull them off of you. He palmed himself over his jeans in an effort to calm down his arousal, but the touching only exacerbated how much he wanted you to touch him.

Still, you had this blissfully confused expression on your face, that signalled to him that you had absolutely no idea what to do, and that he should lead the way.

Repositioning himself over you, he let his finger trace around the wet spot on the outside of your panties, and watched you squirm a little as he did so. When he moved his hand a little further to rub on your clit, he watched your thighs close together, and heard you let out a high-pitched gasp of surprise.

He relinquished some of the pressure from his hand, and looked up at you. “You all right?”

You looked down at him, and he felt his cock ache just looking at your face. “Mhm,” you said. “It was just… It felt weird, but good.”

He bit his lip as he thought, still keeping his hand on you and petting you lightly. “You ever touch yourself before?”

You swallowed hard. “Um, a few times… Lately. I never get very far though… And I’ve never put anything… up there.”

Masturbation eluded you for most of your life, except for the occasional curious touching and grazing of your fingers when you laid in bed at night. When you met Daryl, that changed, and you found yourself gravitating more and more to touching that area, and thinking about him. The problem was that your hand often got tired, and you couldn’t get past the fact that it wasn’t Daryl touching you.

“Okay,” he said. “We ain’t puttin’ anythin’ up there yet. I’m just gonna touch you, maybe… lick you. That okay?”

You nodded, and were suddenly very happy that you took a shower that day, if Daryl was going to be putting his mouth on your privates. “Yes… You’re—you’re going to… put it in me, though, right?”

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, ‘course.” He took your hand in his and led it to touch his clothed cock. “Gonna put this in you, real soon.”

You practically moaned at his declaration, in that deep, gravelly southern voice that twirled your stomach many times before. The feeling of his hardening cock beneath your hand only increased your excitement, and your curiosity, as you had never touched him underneath his clothes before, and you couldn’t wait to feel the weight of that warm, hard cock in your hands, and in your aching pussy.

He moved his hands up to the waistband of your panties, and began tugging them down, keeping his eyes on the prize as it revealed itself—your perfect pussy, raw and unhindered by the fabric of your garments. You lifted your ass so he could them down more effectively, and let him maneuver your legs until he could pull them off your feet and throw them behind him, in an almost humorous display of eagerness.

He lifted his eyes to look at your mound, and noticed the hem of your light yellow button-up blouse was preventing him from seeing more of you. He looked at you with questioning eyes as he raised his hands to finger at the top button.

“Take it off,” you whispered.

He did just that, unbuttoning the first few slowly at first, then becoming more and more impatient with the garment, even breaking the last button and causing it to fly off and clatter against the concrete floor of the guard tower. You laughed and sat up a bit to let him pull the shirt off your arms.

He leaned back a little to see your breasts tucked away in a white bra, which was a little too small for you (after all, you couldn’t be picky in the apocalypse), so your breasts seemed to spill over the lining a little, and that combined with the heaving of your chest from the hard, deep breaths you were taking made it seem as though they would spring out at any minute.

Despite desperately wanting to remove your bra, he returned his focus back to your wet pussy, lowering himself again and grabbing your thighs to spread your legs until they were on either side of him. His knees were bent and his thighs tucked under your calves, spreading them even more until your pussy was splayed wide open.

He could already tell you were going to be very tight, since your hole was still quite covered by the tissue he knew he was going to break. He swallowed hard, taking in every aspect of your private parts that he’d only gotten a cursory glimpse at once before.

Raising one hand to your core, he slowly traced his fingers up and down your slit, lightly grazing your labia and trying not to overwhelm you too much whenever he passed over your clit. Still, he felt your inner thighs squeeze against his outer ones, and the intense tingling was enough to cause you to throw your head back a bit and arch your back with the sensation.

“Oh,” you moaned, and it sounded less surprised this time, so he kept moving along your slit, faster with each pass.

The more he rubbed you, the more your hips seemed to jolt upwards, and you almost began to rock up into the palm of his hand, grinding against him desperately as you figured out a rhythm that felt good. He smiled a little to himself, knowing you were enjoying his touching.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he asked.

You opened your eyes and smiled deliriously. “Y-yes,” you stammered. “More… Please.”

He shuddered, adoring the sound of you begging him, and the fact that you wanted him to go further, which was all he wanted at this moment.

More was exactly what you got when he leaned down to kiss your mound, nudging your pubic hairs with his nose and softening his tongue against your skin. He felt your thighs wrapping tightly around the sides of his head, so much so that he was almost trapped, so he brought his hands up to spread out your thighs again.

“You’re gonna suffocate me, baby,” he said with a laugh. “Just relax them legs.”

You tangled your hands in his hair as you raised your head to look at him. “Sorry,” you said bashfully.

“Don’ be,” he said. Really, he liked the feeling. If he had to be suffocated by anything, he was happy for it to be your warm, soft thighs.

With your legs open again, he trailed his mouth down to your clit, then all the way down your slit, where he began to lick up and down, pulsating his tongue at a slow pace to get you used to the feeling.

“Ohhh,” you moaned, arching your back and neck, with your hands tangling deeper and deeper into his hair.

He started to suction his lips a bit, alternating between kissing and licking you over your hole and your clit, where the tingling sensation was getting so intense with each wiggle of his hungry tongue.

The sounds of his lips and saliva intermingling with the wetness of your arousal were echoing all around you, and you could feel his warm spit dripping down your outer lips.

He moaned with each thrust your body instinctively made against his mouth, sending vibrations through you that could only be described as heavenly.

When he felt your thrusting become more rapid and demanding, he decided it might be time to test the waters by inserting one finger inside of you.

He pulled his lips away momentarily, leaving a parting kiss against your lips. “Baby,” he said softly, his voice vibrating against your aroused core, “can I put my finger in you?”

You propped yourself up on your forearms and looked down at him, and affectionately trailed your foot along his leg.

“Oh, God, yes,” you replied with a slight laugh at his question. Laying down again, you brushed some of the hair from his face. “As long as you keep doing that.”

He nodded. “I could do this all night... You taste so sweet.”

Returning your fingers to his hair, you felt him return his lips to your clit, sucking and licking at it as he raised his index finger to your entrance.

With a gentle push, he entered you, centimeter by centimeter, groan by groan as you vocalized your pleasure. The combined feeling of his tongue and his finger filling you with a warmth and ecstasy that was so strong it sent a blissful confusion through your body.

The tingling sensation seemed to tighten, and more and more you felt like you were climbing to some kind of peak where you’d explode and release all that tension inside of you.

“Mmm,” you moaned, massaging his scalp and watching his lips engulf you.

When his finger was as far as it could go, he attempted to move it back and forth a bit, just to loosen you up a little more. Even around just one finger you were incredibly tight, and he felt the soft, fleshy walls of your pussy squeezing around him.

The feeling of his finger there, pumping gently back and forth, felt odd, and slightly painful, with a pinching feeling every time he passed it by your opening, but it seemed to become a little less uncomfortable the more he did it, and soon you could only feel the pleasure of having him inside of you.

“That… that feels nice,” you cooed. “Keep going, Dar…”

He moved his head side to side, spreading his flattened tongue between your folds and lapping up whatever juices were leaking out of you from his finger being plunged into you. Returning to your clit, he noticed you thrusting so much harder now, and your moans and whimpers becoming much louder and closer together. He knew you were getting closer to orgasming, and he wanted to get you there with his tongue.

He increased his speed to match your thrusts, and held your hip with his free hand as he kept moving his finger inside of you, now with a little less tightness.

With his tongue wiggling wildly over your clit, you grasped his hair in your fingers and sent your head back in a fit of pleasure, arching your back and continuing to grind against his mouth in the most pleasurable rhythm.

“Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Oh, Jesus… Daryl…”

He looked up at you with those cool blue eyes, still sucking on you and now drenching your pussy in his saliva.

“Mmm,” he moaned, loving the taste of you.

Your breathing became much more rapid, and the tightening felt unbearably wonderful as you approached your orgasm, though you had no idea what it was, you only knew it felt good, and you felt like you were about to lose all control as he massaged you with his sweet tongue.

“Uh! Daryl?!” you cried in blissful confusion, your eyes shut tight and sweat beginning to drip down your forehead. “Oh, yes! Oh, oh, oh!”

Your thighs squeezed his head and your calves wrapped around his torso, trapping him between your legs as you hit the very top of whatever pleasure was threatening to cascade over you in a landslide of ecstasy.

When the orgasm hit, you moved your hands to his shoulders and squeezed them tightly as you threw your head back and let out the loudest sound he’d ever heard you make—a beautiful, deep, husky groan of pleasure that sent tidal waves of arousal through him.

You thrusted up into him uncontrollably now, and he felt your calves shaking against his back. His finger felt the pulsing of your pussy as his other fingers felt the convulsing of your lips. He kept his tongue on your clit, circling it with the need to keep hearing you cry out for him.

“Daryl… Daryl… Ahhh…”

When he pulled his finger from you, he saw the clear liquid arousal shimmering in the moonlight that poured through the windows, and he raised it to his mouth to suck on his finger, wanting every last drop of you.

Looking down at you, your eyes were still closed in bliss, and you were biting your lip and smiling deliriously.

He smiled to himself, adoring how cute you were, then lowered his body to kiss you.

You whimpered in surprise to feel him kissing you as you opened your eyes, then giggled against his lips, which tasted of your soaking wet pussy.

“Mmm,” you moaned.

He nudged your nose with his before speaking. “You taste so good.”

“I… I think I had an orgasm!” you exclaimed with a laugh as you rubbed his shoulders.

“You sure as shit had an orgasm,” he confirmed, a sudden burst of confidence making him much more smug than usual. “I made this tight little pussy come so good.”

Your eyes widened at his vulgarity, but before you could tease him about it, he pressed his lips to yours again to kiss you sloppily, dancing his tongue around your lips and devouring your mouth.

When he removed his lips he became more serious, like the Daryl you were used to. “Did my finger hurt ya?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No. Well, a little, but it didn’t hurt for long, it just felt… tight, and kind of like… burning. I don’t know how to describe it.”

He nodded. He knew there would be some discomfort, and that he couldn’t completely get around that, but he was going to try to minimize it as much as possible.

“Wanna try more fingers ‘fore the real thing?” he asked.

“No,” you said quickly, and lowered your hand to grab his package. He hissed a little in surprise, but glared down at you with an animalistic desire. “I want the real thing.”

Grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips, he licked your palm, then unwrapped himself from your legs to stand up at the foot of the bed, where he began to unbutton his shirt.

You bit your lip, and absentmindedly rocked your shoulders back and forth in anticipation for him to strip in front of you. You hadn’t seen Daryl shirtless for a while, not since he last hurt himself and you had to help him clean his wound. Even then, you were practically drooling, admiring the broad-chested man and his strong shoulders, as well as the hairs upon his chest, and the cursive tattoo on his pec. He was perfect, except for the scars on his back, but they were part of him, and you loved every part of him.

He smirked when he noticed your eyes trailing all over his bare torso, and focusing on the obvious tent in his jeans.

He reached down to unbuckle his belt, and stepped forward with a bit of a confident swagger you hadn’t seen from him before. Something about you staring at him like that, with so much lust and carnal need, made him much more sure of himself, and it was incredibly sexy.

Before you knew it, his jeans were off, and he was only in his underwear… And then he had taken those off, too, leaving only his taut, beautiful body in its wake.

You hadn’t seen his cock since the awkward encounter at the CDC, and even back then you were drooling over it, when it was flaccid and limp. Now, seeing it standing on end and bouncing with his body as he moved, you were entranced.

He crawled over you and straddled your waist, with you licking your lips as you studied his appendage.

You only looked up at him when he held your head with his hand and pulled your hair a little to look him in the eye.

“My eyes are up here,” he said jokingly.

You swallowed hard. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve never really seen one before, I mean, except for… at the CDC.”

He scoffed. “Ain’t much to look at,” he said, looking down at his cock. “Gets the job done. No one ever said they were pretty.”

“I think it’s beautiful,” you said, admiring the now pronounced veins and reddened head. “Can I touch it?”

He smiled. “It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

You swung your legs underneath you to match his stance as he sat on the bed, watching you marvel at his penis like it was one of the seven wonders of the world.

Tentatively, you ran your fingers along his shaft, eliciting a slight hiss from his lips. He hadn’t felt anyone touch him there since long before the world ended, at least a few years, and your touch was the one he wanted more than anything.

You smiled to yourself with every vein your fingertips passed over, and when you reached his tip, you traced the skin of his glans in a circular motion.

In a moment of curiosity, you wrapped your hand around the shaft to pull it down a little like a lever, and let out a giggle when it immediately sprang back up.

He shook his head and laughed. “Ya done playin’ with it now? Jesus Christ, it ain’t a toy.”

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “It’s adorable.”

In all his life, he’d never heard anyone describe the male genitalia as “adorable.”

With a burst of need, he lunged his head forward to kiss you, and devoured your mouth with his tongue as his hands moved to your back to undo your bra.

Peeling it from your body, he watched the fabric give way to your supple breasts, the ones he hadn’t stopped thinking about since he first saw them, beaded with droplets of warm water and pressed against his chest when you told him you wanted him.

Both of you were now completely naked, sat on your knees atop the small twin-sized mattress and running your hands over each other frantically. He kissed you so hard that the force made you have to adjust, laying yourself down again and allowing him to climb on top of you.

You became practically limp as you laid your head down on the pillow, letting him move your legs however he wanted with one hand as he began stroking himself with the other. You couldn’t even feel your legs being spread apart as you watched his hand slide up and down his length.

He bent your knees, and you flattened your feet against the bed, with your toes curling and grasping at the sheets below you. He lifted your legs a bit to tuck his thighs under yours, and his cock became dangerously close to your entrance, where your eyes were transfixed and eagerly waiting to see him enter you, but also a little terrified.

“Daryl?” you asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Yeah?”

You swallowed hard. “Is it going to hurt?”

He stopped stroking himself, and leaned down on his forearms to kiss you. “It might hurt a little,” he said softly against your lips. “But I’m gonna try to do it slow, and you gotta tell me if it hurts so I can stop, all right?”

You closed your eyes and sighed, resting your chin upon his shoulder and stroking his back needily. “I won’t want you to stop.”

He kissed your cheek. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said. “You’re real tight down there.”

He lowered his head and looked down between your bodies to find his cock. He raised his hand to his mouth and coated it with spit, then lowered it to his cock, and then to your pussy, causing you to arch your neck and groan. You were by far the most sensitive woman he’d ever been with, maybe it was because you hadn’t ever been touched before, or maybe it was because you were just so aroused by him, or maybe a combination of both. Either way, he loved how you responded to him, especially your moans.

He wetted his hand a few more times and prepared himself to enter you. Thrusting forward a little, he let his cock moved along your slit, back and forth several times to massage you with it.

“Ohhh,” you sighed, feeling his cock on you for the first time and loving the hardness of it.

He kept hanging his head, watching his cock rub against your lower lips and feeling the sensitive skin on the underside of his shaft begin to tingle. “That feel good, baby?” he asked.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. “So good.”

He swallowed hard as he lowered his hand to move his cock to your entrance, where he gently let the tip graze your hole. “I’m gonna start goin’ in, okay?”

“Okay.”

You lifted your head a bit to watch him as he began to insert the very tip of his cock into you, pushing aside the little bit of flesh shrouding your entrance that he knew he would have to rip.

You grimaced in slight discomfort at the feeling of the expanding as he entered you so maddeningly slowly. You almost wished he’d just bottom out inside of you, even if it would be so much more painful. At least you wouldn’t have this terrible anticipation as he inched slowly inside of you.

The further he got, the more stinging you felt, but he went so slowly and gently that your body seemed to be adjusting to him with each centimeter. Still, when he got about halfway in, you inhaled sharply and clawed at his back, your body tensing up and hugging him into you.

“Ah!” you cried, feeling the snapping reach a much more intense peak.

He stopped moving immediately and looked up at your face, which was clenched tightly and worried him terribly. “You all right?” he asked. “It hurt?”

You shook your head. “N-no, it doesn’t… hurt… It’s just… a little sting. Keep going, Daryl.”

“You sure?” he asked shakily, his own arousal hardly able to take being this far inside of you without moving anymore.

You nodded your head and opened your eyes, then broke into a wide smile when you saw his face, assuring you that he would never hurt you. “Keep going,” you repeated. “I want to feel it.”

He bit his lip and looked back down to see what he was doing. He grunted a little just from the sight of his cock halfway inside, and in his tip he felt a terrible aching that begged him to move inside your tight canal.

He finally obliged, moving slowly forward again to enter you deeper. You clutched his shoulders tightly again, and he responded by grabbing your hand moving it to your clit.

“Touch yourself,” he said softly, guiding your hand and moving it in circles on your clit. “Might loosen ya up a little.”

You nodded, your face dripping with sweat and your eyebrows furrowed as the stinging continued, but was interspersed with bursts of pleasure from the pressure on your clit. He kept his hand on yours, and began to pull himself back a little, though not enough to exit you.

It felt like a yo-yo as he started slowly moving back and forth, and sure enough, after several slow movements, your tunnel became loose enough for him to move more fluidly, and for him to go even deeper without hurting you.

Still, the stinging was there, but you began to feel the pleasure of just having him inside of you, and the deeper he went, the feeling became more potent, like he was scratching an itch you didn’t even know you had.

“Mmm,” you moaned at the strange new feeling.

Now feeling like he could move more freely, he lowered himself down again to kiss you, tangling his hands in your hair and dancing his tongue inside your mouth while his cock moved back and forth, increasing in speed.

You whimpered into his mouth, in both pain and pleasure at the tearing you felt at your entrance, and the tight squeeze of his thickness. Daryl growled into your mouth at the feeling of your narrow, unexplored passageway squeezing him, massaging his length as you clenched around him.

It was the best feeling he’d ever had during sex, and he wanted more, so he lost control and sped up even more. His thighs began to crash against yours, making a fleshy slapping sound with each impassioned thrust into you.

“Ah!” you cried against his lips. “Daryl!”

He raised his head to look at you to see if you were all right, and was surprised to see you smiling in bliss with your eyes closed and your head back. “Oh, God!” you groaned.

Looking down, he reached his hands back to wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get even deeper, and to hit your clit more. Meanwhile, you kept your hand on your clit, beginning to rub it furiously as your lust overtook you.

“Ooo,” you whimpered, and threw your hands around Daryl’s neck to bring him down to you again.

Now feeling more in control, you tightened your legs around his waist and began rhythmically thrusting your hips against his, the movement allowing you to feel more pleasure and to get him deeper inside of you until he hit your hilt.

“Ahhh,” he moaned into your shoulder, deeply and full of pleasure from the feeling of you moving with his body. “(Y/N)… Shit…”

As he thrusted more and more quickly, you reached down to feel his ass, which flexed and clenched with each hit. You caressed the slope of his buttocks lovingly, sending him your appreciation for his movements.

He kissed your cheek, and sloppily licked his way to your mouth where he plunged his tongue between your tender lips.

Every inch of your body was on fire, with the heart of the conflagration deep inside you where Daryl’s cock was hitting you. The pain of the torn flesh was still there, but could hardly compete with the pleasure his body was giving yours.

Letting go of your lips, he whispered in your ear as you moaned his name repeatedly. “Ya like my cock, sweetheart?” he asked, almost hissing in a strange tone of voice you hadn’t heard from him before, mischievous and almost sinister, but still tinged with desire to make you feel good.

You smiled and kissed his cheek, your body moving up and down between him and the now squeaking bed. “I love your cock,” you said, feeling absolutely filthy but unabashedly sexy as you squeezed his ass. “It feels so good.”

He trailed his mouth sloppily all over your cheeks, unable to keep still as he penetrated you with such force that you could feel his balls slapping against you.

The more he hit into that deep spot inside of you, and the more his body put pressure on your clit, you felt that tingly tightening returning in your core, and soon you found yourself thrusting upwards with such force you didn’t know you had as you wanted him to give you that high again.

Your breathing became faster and your moans came in quick succession as the next impending orgasm came barreling towards you.

He felt your walls twitching more rapidly around him, and he knew you were close as you became breathless and wildly whimpered for him.

“Oh, Daryl!” you cried out. “Yes! Yes!”

He bit your shoulder as he thrusted harder and harder, demanding you to come.

“You gonna come again, darlin’?” he asked, and knew the answer. “You gonna come all over this cock?”

You whined desperately, seeking relief as he purposefully began to slow down, putting less pressure on you.

“Y-yes!” you cried, scratching his back with your blunt fingernails. “Make me come! Please!”

He sucked on your neck as he sped up again, humping you relentlessly until you felt your orgasm just barely reach the edge, until it did, and you wriggled uncontrollably under his weight as your body experienced hit after hit of release.

“Oh, oh…”

As you came all around him, your walls moving like tidal waves and massaging his cock rhythmically, he felt his high coming, too, and he couldn’t wait anymore to jackhammer into you.

He reached back to tighten your legs again, and then thrusted faster than he did before, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder as he tried to find his orgasm.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, and as you were still coming down from your high, moaning in pleasure, you realized the reality of the situation—that Daryl had to pull out.

You tapped his shoulder frantically. “Pull out!” you cried.

He raised his head, his hair a disheveled mess and his face drenched in sweat. He kissed you one more time before reluctantly removing his cock from you, and sitting up to jerk himself until he let out a deep, strained groan and a spout of white exploded from his cock.

You looked at it eagerly, entranced as you watched it come in several more spurts onto your stomach.

It was truly a marvel of nature that you’d never seen before, and it fascinated you so much that you didn’t even notice the viscous globs of cloudy red upon his shaft.

He did, though, and he quickly wiped his cock with his hand to remove the blood from the flesh he broke.

Throwing your head back, you sank into the mattress and panted as you tried to regain your breath, and Daryl collapsed beside you, laying on his side and watching your breasts heave with each deep, exhausted breath.

You turned to look at him with a wide grin and a look of adoration in your sparkling eyes. You raised your hands above your head and opened your mouth to speak, but he unwittingly interrupted you by kissing you again.

You let out a surprised giggle into his lips as he drenched your mouth in his saliva, and left sweet parting kisses all around your lips.

“Mmm,” you sighed. “Now I know what all the fuss is about.”

He bit your lip and then kissed you again, pecking your nose and cheeks over and over again. “Yeah, ya had two orgasms,” he said, with a hint of pride in his voice. His goal was to at least make you come once for your first time, since a lot of women don’t have any orgasms their first time. He must’ve done something right.

You giggled and twirled his hair around your finger, letting your eyes wander around his handsome face. “All because of you… and that gorgeous thing between your legs.”

He rolled his eyes, then shuddered a little when you grasped his limp cock by surprise and stroked it needily. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest. “Easy, girl,” he laughed. “Give the old man a rest. I ain’t no spring chicken.”

You bit your lip as you trailed your fingers around his chest, circling his nipple and playing with his chest hairs. “You’re the sexiest man alive,” you said.

He scoffed and pulled you in to cuddle him before kissing your forehead. “Ain’t many men alive,” he replied. “I’m just glad I’m lucky ‘nough to have the sexiest woman alive.”

You laughed. “I love you,” you said before kissing his chest.

“Love you, too.”

You were wrapped in each other in silence for a while, your naked bodies keeping each other warm against the chilly spring night as a thought occurred to you.

“Do you think they’re wondering where we are?” you asked.

He huffed. “Hope not… Knowin’ your dad, though…”

You sighed and nuzzled against him. “We should tell him.”

He looked down at you with wide eyes. “No way in Hell.”

“Why not?”

He shook his head, and felt his body tense up at the thought of Rick knowing about the two of you. “‘Cause he won’t like it. Don’t care if he’s pissed at me, but I don’t want him pissed at you.”

“He won’t be mad… I mean, he might be mad, but he’ll get over it. He loves you.” You traced his jawline with your index finger. “You’re like his brother.”

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s one reason why he won’t like it, that and I could be your dad.”

You rolled your eyes. “But you’re not, and you’re a great person. He knows you’re not a creep.”

“Till he finds out I’m sleepin’ with his kid. Then he’s gonna think I’m a creep.”

“Hey,” you replied sternly, “I’m not a kid. You know that.”

He gazed over your body and caressed the curve of your womanly hips. “Nah,” he said. “Ya ain’t.”

He leaned forward to kiss you, and you returned it eagerly, massaging his lips with yours and holding his cheek as the kiss became more impassioned and your bodies moved closer together until your breasts were pressed against him.

Daryl flinched a little as he swore he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching, but he couldn’t pinpoint where exactly, since his senses were focused only on you.

Soon the steps became louder, but neither you nor Daryl could hear them in your trance as your bodies locked together in a swelling heat of renewed passion.

The squeaky door of the watch tower began to swing open out of the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t believe someone had opened the locked door.

But then, of course, someone must have had the key.

“Oh!” a familiar voice yelped, and Daryl sat up swiftly and tossed the sheet over both of your bodies as it was the only thing he knew to do.

He couldn’t hide. Whoever had just walked in was bound to see exactly what was going on, and exactly who was in bed, naked, embracing each other, and about to make love for the second time.

When you nervously peered over Daryl’s body to see who had stumbled upon you two, you were shocked, and yet somewhat relieved, to see Carol’s shocked face.

“Oh,” she said, stiff and frozen in place at the door. “Um… I was just coming to… I had… Never mind.” She shook her head, as if trying to rid herself of what she’d just seen, and closed the door behind her before descending from the guard tower.

You both sat in silence for a few moments, looking between each other and internally panicking before Daryl let out a rather appropriate yell: “Shit!”

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BnHA Chapter 314: ...Or You Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Villain

Previously on BnHA: Some random assholes were all “let’s throw exploding spears at All Might and see if it activates his Conqueror’s Haki” and SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS, IT DID!! Elsewhere, Lady Nagant confusingly tried to capture Deku alive by shooting him in the stomach, but to be fair I guess that’s what happens when you send an assassin to do a bounty hunter’s job, so yeah. Deku was all “ouch”, and then because this is a shounen he basically just straight up forgot about it, and did a big fancy Smokescreen thing, and then activated his mildly incomprehensible new ki-blasting quirk which he got from the Third. En and the Third were all “hey Deku maybe let’s not just impulsively activate all this shit in the heat of battle when you don’t know how to use it yet and you’re already injured,” and Deku was all “thanks for the quirks guys but I’ll take it from here” and snuck up on Nagant and grabbed her arm and so now what’s going to happen I wonder.

Today on BnHA: Nagant is all “[shoots Deku again]” because of course she is lol. Deku is all “tell me about AFO!” and Nagant is all “why would I tell you anything?” and then proceeds to tell him her entire life story which is FILLED WITH SO MUCH MURDER, YOU GUYS. Holy shit. So basically she was an assassin for the HPSC, which we already knew, but somehow it’s one thing to know that, and another to actually see her running around capping dudes in the forehead and being covered in more blood than the elevator from The Shining. Anyway, so you’ll never believe it, but all that murder had a negative impact on her psychologically, and eventually led her to question everything she believed about hero society, and so she killed her creepy boss and was promptly sent to Tartarus. This extremely fun chapter ends with Overhaul showing up all “HI, HELLO, I’M STILL HERE”, because for some reason he is still here. Why are you still here, Overhaul.

“the beautiful Lady Nagant” oh you know your audience don’t you Horikoshi

well all right then! so I’m guessing this means that she is not, in fact, going to roll over and die just because Deku’s out here all “GOT YA!” like they’re playing a game or tag or something. ffff may the manga gods have mercy on our young suicidal protagonist

lmao so Deku is all “GOD I’M SO SMART, WHAT A GOOD STRATEGY I HAD, CAPITOL JOB THERE OL’ CHAP, CAPITOL” and lol, okay. I mean, it was a good plan though. but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop here

“I’ll make you give me information on All for One” well there you go, lol. Deku Angst arc still fully engaged. still no light in his eyes either of course. just a lil chaotic ball of sleep deprivation and rage

lol, fucking THANK YOU though

oh my god what the hell did she do to him lol

did she shoot him with her elbow??? fucking look at this?? THIS IS WHY WE LISTEN TO HAWKS oh my god Deku are you dead

WHAT’S HAPPENING, IS THIS GOOD OR BAD, WHO’S WINNING

things that I wish I could tell from this panel which I unfortunately cannot tell

did she stab him or shoot him?? can you imagine if it was the former lol. why does Horikoshi keep stabbing all my kids. look Kacchan now the two of you can match

did she actually hit him or did he get away??

or did she hit him and then he jumped away?? just, what

well anyway, so now Deku is asking her why she sided with AFO, but he seems a lot more pissed off than when he was interrogating Muscular, though. probably because she shot him three times. fair enough

oh my god

does Lady have a blog here on tumblr dot com?? -- does Horikoshi have a blog here on tumblr motherfucking dot com?? why do I suddenly feel like this man is out here sneakily reading up on all our discourse

oh my god Deku it’s almost like getting up close and personal with someone who can shoot custom bullets from any distance and any position with deadly accuracy was a terrible fucking idea

IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD WARNED YOU NOT TO ENGAGE WITH HER AT ALL COSTS. IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD HAD THE FORESIGHT TO DO THAT sob. can you imagine how much shorter this series would be if characters actually listened to Hawks. Hawks, and Momo. why do we even let anyone else run the show ever

OH MY GOD

DEKU, RUN

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING

this looks a lot like what happens to me whenever I play One’s Justice. those fucking combo attacks that you can’t fucking escape from and so your character just has to stand there getting their ass whalloped repeatedly while you wonder why you paid $40 for this

but anyways though. so Lady who did you kill?? I bet they deserved it, don’t worry I forgive you

(ETA: ANYWAY SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT LADY NAGANT DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. aside from murdering all those innocent people and shit. but there were CIRCUMSTANCES, and THEY WERE EXTENUATING, OKAY.)

-- holy shit

looks like the HPSC arc is back on the menu boys

so are we about to learn that the HPSC was going full Hydra on people’s asses? secretly dispatching anyone they deemed a threat to society?? “taken care of” as in you fucking shot them??

so then was the “hero” she killed actually one of the guys who was giving or carrying out these orders?? holy shit Lady, up until now I’ve mainly just been stanning you for your flawless eyebrow game and metal af quirk, but this shit could actually get real very quickly, and I am prepared to genuinely and sincerely love the shit out of you depending on what we learn next about your backstory

oh my god?!?

so wait, hold up. am I reading this right?? basically the HPSC started murdering vigilantes because they were worried they were gaining too much of the public’s favor?? holy fucking shit???

oh my GOD oh my god

“it’s been a while since I scarred you all with the dead dog and the graphic slaughter of an entire innocent family, huh,” Horikoshi says thoughtfully. “anyway so what do you all think of my new creation, the Spaghetti Bullet.” well, Horikoshi, so you know that squished-up face that Kermit the Frog makes sometimes? yeah. that’s what I think, if you must know lol

holy hell the juxtaposition

I’m actually kind of surprised to learn she had a lot of fans? what with her M.O., I was expecting her to have been an underground hero like Aizawa, but apparently not? then again I still have absolutely no idea how any of that works. I really need to read Vigilantes already

oh snap

nothing like a sweet dose of assassin trauma to finally round out our BnHA Trauma Bingo!! well done guys, we finally collected all of the traumas! hooray!

noooo Ladyyyyyyy

holy shit what a fucking chapter. like, this man promised us an assassin, and went and fucking delivered. I was not expecting it to be this dark, lol, but holy shit I am here for it

you know, at some point you have to start questioning the logistics of this, though

I mean, how do I put this... her quirk isn’t exactly subtle. that murder scene from a few pages back looked like the first season of Dexter for fuck’s sake, that’s not exactly “disappearing” people now is it?? and I mean, her bullets are literally made from her own fucking hair; it seems like it would be impossible not to leave any evidence behind. did no one start to wonder who the fuck was going around murdering all these people? or did the people who asked too many questions wind up getting conveniently “disappeared” themselves??

and hey, speaking of asking too many questions

holy shit is he blackmailing her??!? or no, wait -- what the hell is he reaching for in his pocket boy you better not

(ETA: what exactly was this man expecting fdslkjd. “uh oh my unstoppable hair trigger assassin who is literally always armed is asking questions, better announce that I am going to shoot her and then reach into my pocket veeeeeery slowly while she stands there all of two feet away.” how did this guy ever function as the head of a shadow government with these decision-making skills, I’m genuinely baffled.)

OH MY GOD LADY YES

this. right here. is why “run the fuck away” was damn good solid fucking advice. oh shit. but my god did this dude have it coming

so wait lol has she just been narrating all of this out loud to Deku this entire time

okay but can we just stop for a moment and appreciate the fact that they’re having this deep conversation about the dark secrets of hero society right in the middle of their intense mid-air sniper free-for-all lol

holy shit you guys, Nagant’s the one that should have made the tell-all video. I mean, no offense to you, Dabi, I’m sure you worked very hard on your video and did a ton of crunches every day so that you would look good with your shirt off while you told the world all about how your dad was a jerk. but seriously...

this is already like 100x more convincing than what he put out. also, gasp, is it another flashback

yes it is oh my gosh

so the HPSC Chairladyperson whom ReDestro killed used to be this guy’s direct subordinate, huh? I wonder if she kept the whole assassin program going after she took over. can’t say I was feeling any particular kind of grieving way about her death before, but certainly not now lol

but unfortunately Nagant has finally lost me at the same place where all of the villains inevitably do, which is to say when they somehow make the dubious mental leap from “society sucks and is bad” to “let’s just be openly fucking evil lol, worth a shot.” because when heroes murder innocent people and cover it up, that’s obviously bad (and I mean, it absolutely fucking is lol, don’t get me wrong); but when villains murder innocent people straight up out in the open without giving a fuck, they’re righteous revolutionaries? just -- is there really no non-murdery middle ground here?? I guess that’s what Deku and co. are for, hopefully

anyways oh shit Deku seems to have spotted something?? and he’s doing something weird with Blackwhip what

oh, he spotted her, I guess

lmaooooo

new favorite Deku panel right here. a masterpiece

oh my god you guys our little boy is starting to grow up before our eyes

you love to see it. and you can tell with those elipses that he’s gearing up to say something really cool and determined and badass like the shounen protag he is, yes please, Deku ilu so much please do your thing

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

IS THAT A TEENY TINY LIL EYE SPARKLE THERE OMG. still not anywhere close to his usual standard, but that’s some clear resolve there in his eyes there at long last! it always shines the most clearly when he’s being true to himself and his ideals, so I love that it finally shows up again here, when he’s reaffirming his resolve to help others no matter what

uh oh so what’s Lady going to do now

is it time for a trump card?? kinda sounding like it’s time for a trump card

???

I lied btw, this is my new favorite Deku panel. but anyways what is she up to now lol

ohhhhhh, lol

why does she seem shocked, lol. here I thought this was part of her plan, but apparently she forgot all about ol’ “Look Ma, No Hands” back up there

and so I guess that’s it for this week! so we’ve learned basically everything now about Lady and her quirk and her history with the HPSC and why she agreed to work for AFO. pretty much the only question that still remains is why the hell she decided to drag this asshole along for the ride! because I still cannot figure that out dsklkjlkf

(ETA: actually now I’m kind of wondering if they maybe have some past connection we don’t know about yet. when exactly was Nagant sent to Tartarus? is it possible she was ordered to track down and kill Overhaul at some point before that, but never got around to it? or something else along those lines? idk but now I’m curious.)

anyways Deku, I know that your empathy has no bounds and that you’re on a “saving villains” kick right now, and good on you... but also, if you decide to just like, skip all of that shit just this once, absolutely no one will hold it against you, I’m just saying. just, all I’m asking here is maybe let’s think twice before we start trying to reform guys who imprison and torture little girls for profit. I think maybe that’s a good place to draw the line. next week is going to be a very interesting chapter lol

#bnha 314 #lady nagant #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~sixth chapter rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Two months later, you sat outside The Daily Bugle and impatiently bounced your leg. While waiting to see if your boss liked your first draft of the Cleatus Kassidy article, you reflected on your past two months in New York.

It was now June. You and Venom had fallen into a routine. You’d work on the Cletus article by day and go patrolling at night. Of course, being Venom wasn’t a nightly occurrence. You’d only go out eating once or twice a week. Still, you managed to have 11 run ins with Spider-Man.

You and Peter had become significantly closer in that past two months as well. You’d help him with his homework, though you secretly thought he was smarter than you, and he helped me with your story. Some nights, he’d visit you on your fire escape and watch the sun go down. You had no idea how he got there, but you didn’t care.

You’d send him science puns while he was at school and he’d bring you food and keep you company when You had writers block. Your favorite was the long talks on the roof. You would sit there for hours and tell each other everything. You knew all his secrets and he knew yours.

Well, not all.

But the best part of all was that every now and then, you’d catch the other staring. Then, the other would stare back until someone, usually Peter, started to lean in. Every time you thought you were finally going to take the next step, something would interrupt you. Whether it was May knocking or Ned barging in or Peters phone ringing. That was another thing about Peter. His damn phone was always ringing and then he’d have to dash off somewhere, leaving you with a random excuse or something about an internship. Sometimes, you’d wish he’d just throw his phone aside and kiss you already.

“Great work so far, L/n.” Your boss tore you away from your thoughts. “I knew you’d be right for the job.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jameson.” You stammered as you stood up. “I really appreciate you giving me this job. I was kinda blackballed back in San Francisco.”

“I know.” He shrugged. “But you ask the hard hitting questions that people want to hear. Once this article is out, I want you to write one on Venom.”

“Venom?” You gulped at her name.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You know that scary black monster that’s been fighting Spiderman? I’m thinking an exposé on that menace webhead and his latest enemy, and I think you’d be perfect for the job.”

 “I would love to.” You said quickly. “I’ll start researching right away.”

With that, you turned on your heel and left the building before Venom caused a scene.

“Monster?” Venom roared once you got in your car. “Scary?”

“I know.” You whined. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna call you that.”

“His whole job is reading about the most dangerous criminals in New York. If he thinks we’re scary, what’s Peter gonna think?” Venom asked. You laughed in dismissal until you thought about what he said.

What would Peter think? What if you told Peter who you really were and he ran away? He was sweet and understanding, but how understanding could he possibly be when you tell him you can turn into a flesh eating monster?

That’s when you realized you were scared. You were scared of letting Peter in and him letting himself right out. You were scared of repeating the mistakes you made with Andy. No, not scared.

Petrified.

What if Peter didn’t like what he saw? What if he realized you were too messy to be with? Or had too much baggage? Peter deserved a nice girl. One with a normal family and friends. One without depression. One without a flesh eating symbiote attached to their immune system.

“What’s wrong baby?” Venom asked with concern. She cuddled around your neck and nuzzled into your cheek.

“I can never be with Peter.” You whispered, mostly to yourself. Hot tears of frustration filled your eyes so you looked up to keep them from falling. Admitting it felt like a fatal blow to the stomach. Venom tied your hair up with one of her arms and wiped the tears from your face.

“Why do you say that?”

You thought about it for a moment before answering. You didn’t want to tell Venom that you were feeling insecure. She freaked out on you whenever you said something negative about yourself. You didn’t wanna another 100 slide PowerPoint titled “why Y/N L/N is the baddest bitch in the galaxy”. Especially since forty of those slides were just pictures of your butt. You appreciated Venom wanting to help but you were feeling the kind of insecure that a pep talk couldn’t fix. You needed to figure it out on your own. So instead, you told her a different fear you had.

“Because. Look at us. We’re the only thing keeping each other alive.” You reasoned. “What if we get separated and die? I can’t become one of those people in Peters life who loved him and then left him. His mom, his dad, his Uncle Ben. I don’t want to die and leave Peter behind. He’s been through enough. He’d be so much better off without me.”

“We’re not gonna die. You protect me and I protect you. Nothing will hurt us as long as we have each other.” Venom assured you.

“I can’t protect you like you protect me.” You said softly. “I’m just a human. What if something happens to me and you die because of it?”

“Nothing will happen to you, Y/N. I promise. I won’t let it.” Venom swore. You looked at her and gave her a sad smile.

“I won’t let anything happen to you either.” You said, but you didn’t promise it. You knew you couldn’t promise it.

“And you can be with Peter.” Venom insisted. “On Klyntar, we mate for life. And we think you’ve found your mate in Peter.”

“What does that mean?” You wondered.

“It means we’ve become attached to him and will never be happy with anyone else.” Venom said. You let out a shaky breath as that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You needed a reason to shut your feelings for Peter down.

“Like soulmates?” You asked.

“Exactly like soulmates.” Venom answered.

“Well what happens on Klyntar if someone is your soulmate but you’re not theirs?”

“Then we go into a cave and mourn until we die alone of heartbreak.” Venom said simply.

“That sounds about right.” You laughed sadly as you took a second to think.

“I’m gonna call that guy back.” You said suddenly.

“What guy?” She asked.

“They guy who asked me out at the coffee shop this morning.” You reminded her.

“The one with the stupid hair? Why would you call him?” Venom asked angrily.

“What was wrong with his hair?” You laughed.

“It was blonde. We like brunette.” Venom said with a devilish grin.

“His hair was fine.” You rolled your eyes. “And I’m gonna call him to say yes to the date.”

“Why would we do that when we like Peter?” Venom whined.

“Because if Peter doesn’t like us, I don’t want to die of heartbreak alone in a cave.” You admitted.

“He does love you.” Venom protested.

“We don’t know that.” You shook your head. “It’s just one date. I need to get back out there anyway. I haven’t gone on a date Andy and I broke up.”

“Fine.” Venom grumbled. “But this is a terrible idea and I’m going to complain the whole time and sing the Les Mis soundtrack in your head.” This was one of those moments where she felt more like your toddler than your symbiote.

You gave the guy a call before driving back to your apartment. As fate would have it, you ran into Peter in the hallway on your way to your room.

“Hey Y/n!” Peter greeted you. “You want to come over later and help me with spanish? I’ll amo you mucho.”

You wanted so badly to say yes but you had to stick to the plan to squash your feelings for Peter.

“Aw, I’m sorry Pete. I wish I could but I have a date tonight.” You frowned, instantly regretting it when you saw the look on his face.

Peter’s heart sank to the floor as he emotions went from feeling devastated to feeling white hot anger in a matter of seconds

“A date?” He sputtered. “With who?”

“Some boy I met at the coffee shop.” You said weakly, knowing you were hurting him.

“Oh.” He said dully.

“Some boy.” He thought angrily. “Some freaking dirty ass sissy coffee boy asked my girl out.”

Peter felt like hunting the man down and smacking the shit out of him. Or at the very least, webbing him to a wall leaving him there until he missed the date.

“What’s his name?” Peter asked suddenly, wanting to put a name to his new mortal enemy.

“Matt.” You nodded slowly.

“Freaking Matt.” Peter thought. “Freaking dirty ass bitch ass Matt. Was Matt Spider-Man? No. Could Matt treat you as well as I could? Probably. But did he like you as much? No. Did he have inside jokes with you? No. Could he make you laugh your beautiful laugh just by doing a Captain America impression? No. He wasn’t good enough for you. He couldn’t do the things I could do. He was trash. He was a trashy dirty ass rat boy.”

“Interesting.” Peter said, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“I’ll text you when it’s over and maybe I can help you then.” You offered. That sound okay, guapo?”

Peter nodded sadly, not even acknowledging that you called him handsome. Actually, he probably had no idea that you did. He was smart, but only in English.

“That’s fine.” He nodded glumly. “I’ll see you later.”

You watched Peter trudge into his apartment and felt a pain in your heart. He seemed so upset all the sudden. It couldn’t be from your date, could it? It’s not like you told him you got engaged or something. It was one little date. And it’s not like Peter even made a move. He had no reason to be upset. You brushed it off and went into your apartment to get ready.

Just as Venom predicted, the date went horribly wrong. You drove back to the apartment in silence afterwards, leaving Matt to clean himself off back at the restaurant.

“Why did that happen?” You asked her after a long drive in silence. You were mortified from the events of the night but you needed to know why they happened.

“Because he wasn’t your soulmate.” Venom said simply.

“We defiled that boy.”

“It happens.” Venom stated.

“It shouldn’t.” You said, shocked at how nonchalantly she was being.

“But it does.”

You rode the rest of the way in silence, shooting Peter a text before asleep on your couch. You woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat and in tears. You didn’t know it, but Peter was listening to your breathing from his apartment. He had picked up the small cries of his name in your sleep with his superhearing and stayed up to see if you were okay.

You weren’t, by the way. You had had a nightmare that shook you deeply and left you shaking. It was about Peter, but not in a good way. In this dream, he laid injured on the ground after a fight. You were separated from Venom and bleeding out near Peter. You couldn’t do anything to save him. You couldn’t scream for help. And worse, you couldn’t protect him. It caused you great agony to not be able to reach him.

Without giving it another thought, you got off your couch and made your way to the door. You needed to see Peter and tell him how you felt.

You didn’t care about your insecurities anymore. You didn’t care about all the things keeping you apart. You only cared about him, and that was enough. He needed to know that and you couldn’t wait another second.

You swung open your front door, only to find Peter Parker outside it in pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and a tight white t-shirt. His hand was raised, like he was about to knock.

“Hey.” you breathed. His hair was tousled and sticking up in random places. He looked heavenly.

“Hi.” He said shyly.

“I was just about to go to your door. I had a bad dream.” You told him. You were anxious to skip the semantics and cut right to the chase.

The chase being, “I love you and I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

“Yeah, I heard. That’s why I’m here.” Peter explained. That’s not what he wanted to say. What he wanted to say was, “I’m always here if you need me. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you. I love you. It’ll be okay.”

Peter looked at you funny for a moment, like he was seeing something beneath the surface.

“She looks so beautiful.” He thought. Makeup free, hair a little messy, and nothing but an oversized sweatshirt to cover you. Peter recognized the sweatshirt as his own, one you had swiped from his laundry basket because you had been freezing while watching Alien in his room. He felt so honored to know that you slept in it. Peter wondered how many times he could fall in love with you in a short span of time. In the past few seconds, he’d fallen about 15 times. Once for every breath you took. And you were breathing quite heavily.

“You heard?” You asked, wondering how he

had possible heard from his apartment.

“My hearing is excellent.” He said quickly. “Are you alright?”

“Please be alright.” He thought. “I’d stop anything that tried to hurt you. I’ll protect you from the storm. Don’t shut me out. Don’t turn me away. Let me love you.”

“Um…” You trailed off and looked behind you at your empty apartment. The darkness looked anything but inviting. You couldn’t go back in there just yet.

“No?” It came out as more of a question.

“No? Do you want to talk about it-“ Peter was cut off when you rushed into his arm and hugged him tightly. He seemed taken aback, seeing as you nearly knocked the wind out of him. But as soon as he found his footing, he wrapped his strong arms around you and held you close. You relaxed in Peters embrace and let out a sigh.

“I had a nightmare.” You croaked. “You died and I couldn’t save you.”

“I know. It’s okay. You’re awake now. I’m here.” Peter said soothingly.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” He thought. “I will never abandon you. You are safe in my arms. Nothing can hurt you now. I won’t let it.”

You pulled away a little and looked at his face, seeing how tired it was.

“Would you stay with me?” You asked timidly. You didn’t want him to go. Not now, not ever.

“Always.” Peter answered with a smile. “As if I could ever leave you.”

Your lips lit up in a smile as your eyes fell to his lips. They lingered there for too long, or maybe just long enough. Peter took the hint and slipped his hand behind your neck and began to pull you closer. As your lips were about to touch, your door slammed, causing you to jump out of each other’s embrace.

“Shit balls.” You said immediately, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“What?” Peter asked, giggling a little at your choice of profanity.

“I just locked myself out.” You realized as you jiggled through door handle. Peter laughed louder this time and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Come on. You’re sleeping over.” He said, leading you back to his apartment with his hand on the small of his back.

You entered Peters room for the millionth time, but it felt the first time. Sure, you’d become good friends in the time you’ve lived in the building, but bedrooms were intimate places. The context of you being in Peters bedroom after going to him for comfort changes how you saw the place. After all, bedrooms were windows into the soul. Oh wait, that’s eyes. Still, the room was different. You didn’t feel like you were entering it. You felt like you were returning.

You looked around with a content smile on your face. He still had his academic decathlon posters on his wall, along with a few Avengers posters. Peter was pretty neat, but he was still a teenage boy. Socks and sweaters were strewn across the room. You saw him kicking a pair of boxers under his desk out of the corner of you eye. His room was so cute. It was so…Peter. You noticed a first aid kit on his desk next to his chemistry textbook and wondered what on earth he could be using it for.

“I’ve always liked your room.” You complimented as you touched a decathlon trophy on his dresser.

“Oh thank God.” Peter sighed in relief. “I thought you’d take one look at my nerdy ambiance and run.”

“Star Wars bedsheets?” You asked when you noticed the Death Star poking out under his duvet. You definitely hadn’t seen those before and found them endearing. Peters ears reddened and he fixed his duvet to cover them up.

“Those aren’t mine.” He said quickly.

“Are they Mays? As in May the force be with you?” You played along and he gave you a defeated smile.

“That was the worst thing anyone has ever said. Ever.” Peter joked. You laughed and he gave you a shy smile.

“Fine. They’re my bedsheets. Star Wars is cool, okay?” Peter defended. You took a seat on his bed and shrugged.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me Peter. I just didn’t know you were a loser, is all.”You said simply. Peter sat down on the bed next to you and rolled his eyes.

“Very funny. You’re the funniest person I know.” He said sarcastically. You nudged him with your elbow and he and hit you with a Yoda printed pillow.

“Mm. Good with the force you are.” You commented. Peter groaned loudly and told you to shut up.

“Enough playing around. How was your date?” Peter asked as he turned to face you. You could hear the pain in his voice and regretted ever telling him about the date.

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “Terrible.”

You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easy. If Peter really did like you and want to be with you, he needed to say it. He couldn’t just grumble and wallow in self pity when you were with another boy. You wanted to test him to see if he’d ever actually admit his feelings, but a part of you was still scared there were no feelings to admit to.

“Really?” He said excitedly. He cleared his throat to cover it up and grunted. “I mean, really?” He asked calmly.

“Yeah it was awful. I definitely won’t be seeing him again.” You sighed sadly, but you weren’t actually sad. You were just putting on a show for Peter. Peter bit the inside of his cheek to stop the smile from emerging.

“That’s terrible.” Peter lied. “What went wrong?”

His acting was equally as bad as your own. He had a shit eating grin on his face, pretending to be sad when he was clearly over the moon.

“It was going fine all night until the kiss.” You sighed dramatically, looking longingly out the window. You might as well have thrown yourself onto the balcony and cried out for Romeo. Peter, however, was buying every second of it.

“You guys kissed?” He asked, his voice heavy with disappointment. He looked miserable. All you wanted to do was throw your arms around his neck and tell him he was the only one for you. Instead, you kept your feelings to yourself and nodded slowly.

“Almost. He leaned in and…” instead of finishing your sentence, you just shrugged. You could tell Peter was on the edge of his seat so you dragged it as long as you could.

“And?” Peter practically begged. You let out another long, dramatic sigh as Peter took a slow sip of his water bottle.

“And I threw up on him.” You said simply. Peter spat out the water in his mouth and burst out laughing, doing his best to cover it up. You gave him a fake angry look but ended up laughing as well.

“What?” Peter laughed.

“He was such a tool.” You whined. “He talked down to me the entire night and then had the audacity to try and kiss me. I don’t know what happened but all the sudden he was leaning in and I was throwing up. He deserved it though. He treated me like was an idiot. I’m almost glad I threw up on him.”

Peters was overjoyed. He was about to say something when we heard a straggled cry of your name.

You and Peter rushed to his peephole and saw a familiar blonde haired boy standing in the hallway.

There he was, Matt, outside your apartment door with his phone on full volume playing “Hungry Eyes” from Dirty Dancing.

“What the actual hell?” You wondered out loud. “I better get rid of him.”

“Y/nnnnnn. I’m sorry I was a jerk.” Matt slurred. “Please talk to me. I told the doorman we were cousins. Then I told the elevator guy that I was your husband. You may need to move now. Y/nnnn.”

“You definitely can’t go out there.” Peter shook his head. “He could have a knife.”

“Or worse.” You whispered, making Peter looked at you fearfully. “He could have the same loser bedsheets you do.”

Peter scrunched his nose at you and picked up you swiftly to threw you onto the couch.

“Since when are you so strong?” You laughed in shock. Peter shrugged and held out a hand.

“Let’s go to bed.” He said. You raised an eyebrow and he quickly added, “In a non-sexual, platonic way.”

He was always so cautious of offending you or making you uncomfortable. You appreciated how much of a gentleman he was and knew Aunt May had implemented those qualities in him.

“You can take the bed.” He offered. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded and climbed into his bed, patting the the space next to you.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You told him. “Get in.”

Peter looked at you with wide eyes, looking very unsure of himself as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.

He was torn. He wanted to get into the bed, but he also knew you were vulnerable right now and he didn’t want to take advantage of you. He didn’t want to do anything you’d end up regretting in the morning.

“Get in, in a non-sexual, platonic way.” You added. Peter relaxed but stayed standing. You pretended to splash Peter and twirled your hand around the bedsheets as if they were water.

“Come on in Parker. The waters warm.” You said in a low voice.

“I am…repulsed.” Peter deadpanned. In reality, he was dying to get in the bed. He wasn’t gonna try anything, he just wanted to feel you close. He wanted to comfort you and take the pain of the night away. Finally, he got into the bed and pulled the covers up. He shut off his lamp and we fell into comfortable silence.

“Good night, Peter.” You whispered, turning your back to him and cuddling into his pillow.

“Night, Y/n.” He whispered back. You felt his eyes on the back of your neck still. He didn’t want to close them and fall asleep. He wanted to stay in this moment as long as he could.

You soon felt hesitant arms wrap around your waist. Peter was very unsure of himself and kept his hands loosely on your hips, barely touching. You turned your neck around and looked at him quizzically.

“What the hell are you doing?” You demanded. His hands flew off your waist and his eyes widened with fear. He looked so apologetic, you thought he might cry.

“Do you not know how to cuddle?” You asked before he could blurt out an apology. You grabbed his arms and pulled them tightly around your body. You held his hands in your own, flush against your chest. Peter felt really tense at first and a bit stiff, but he soon relaxed and nestled into your hair.

“You smell really good.” He muttered. You laughed softly against his body, prompting Peter to hold you even tighter.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N.” He whispered. He said it so quietly, you figured he thought you had fallen asleep. “Sweet dreams.”

You woke up the next morning in Peter Parker’s arms. Subsequently, you wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of your life in Peter Parker’s arms. You were a mess of tangled limbs and hair but you found yourself firmly in his embrace, inhaling his cologne.

Peters eyes fluttered open suddenly and you were nose to nose.

“Hi.” You said softly, a playful smile resting on your lips. He was so pretty in the morning. He didn’t even have to try.

“Hey.” He chuckled. “This is new.”

“It is new. Is it okay?” You asked him, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

“Is waking up next to the actual sun okay?” He teased. “Uh yea, Y/n. It’s okay. You can sleep over anytime you like if it means more mornings like this.”

Of course he said that. He held all your strings and knew just how to tug them.

“Did you really not enjoy that date?” He whispered, but in his head thought, “Do you want to be with anyone else?”

You didn’t know why he was whispering, but the look in his eyes told you he was dead serious.

“Not in the slightest.” You answered honestly. What you wanted to say was, “Because it wasn’t with you.”, but you didn’t.

“Would you…would you want to go out with me sometime?” He asked shyly. “I promise I won’t throw up on you.”

He said the second part as if it was the only way you’d say yes to the date, which made you laugh.

“Peter Parker, I have waited exactly 64 days for you to ask me that question and you just had to ruin it by promising you won’t throw up on me?” You playfully scolded as Peters eyes lit up.

“Is that a yes?” He asked excitedly.

“It’s a yes.” You nodded, holding his nearest hand. “It’s always been a yes.”

“Can I-“ He began.

“Don’t ask.” You whispered. “Just do it.”

Peter leaned in slowly and you did the same. His lips had just ghosted yours when Aunt May knocked on the door. He bolted out of bed as you sat up.

“Breakfast is ready. Did you clean your room?” Aunt May called from the other side of the door.

“Yes.” Peter called back. You looked around. No he didn’t

“No you didn’t.” She said knowingly. She didn’t even have to see his room to know it wasn’t clean.

“I’ll clean it after.” He groaned.

“I’m coming in.” She said suddenly, making you and Peter look at each other in fear.

“Don’t! I’m naked.” He screamed.

“Fine. But it better be clean after breakfast. And put some clothes on. You should not be naked at 7 am.” Aunt May said. You heard her footsteps walking away and knew it was safe to speak. You got out of Peters bed as he got up to lock the door, his back still to you as he did it.

“Alright.” He sighed. “That should buy us some ti-“

The second he turned around, he was met with your lips on his. You had your hands on the sides of his face and your head tilted to the left. You felt Peters eyes flutter shut as his eyelashes tickled your cheeks. He was frozen at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. You melted into him and he melted right back into you. The kiss was short and sweet, but absolutely perfect.

When you pulled away, Peter gave you the softest eyes ever. A grateful smile was on his lips.

“I am so over these interrupted moments.” You laughed softly as you shook your head. Peters eyes twinkled in agreement. The sun was coming through the window and made his brown eyes look like pots of honey. You could stare at them forever.

And then he kissed you again, with confidence this time. He wasn’t ready for the last one since you caught him off guard. You let your fingers tangle in the messy curls at the back of his neck, something you thought you’d only get to dream of doing. Peter groaned slightly into your mouth as you tugged on his hair, indicating that he liked it. He put his hand under your neck and slipped his toungue in your mouth. Who knew Peter Parker knew how to kiss? He tasted like morning breath, spearmint chapstick, and something you could only identify as being exclusively Peter. When you pulled apart, he looked up at the sky and sighed.

“If I wake up and this is all a dream I’m going to fight you.” He said menacingly.

“Did you just threaten God?” You laughed.

“For you? Anthing. I’ll fight anyone for your honor. Our Lord and Savior can catch these hands can square up.” He promised.

“You’ve gone to far.” You joked. “We need to break up.”

“Don’t even joke. I’ve waited too long for this.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m only teasing. I’ve waited my whole life for you Parker. I’m never letting you go.” You told him. He burst out in a smile and kissed you swiftly, then promptly got down on one knee.

“Will you please be mine, darling? Officially?” He pleaded softly. There was so much hope in his eyes so you pretended to think about it.

“Sorry.” You shrugged. “I’m pretty busy with Matt.”

Peter stood up and gripped your hips, pulling you closer while you let out a small gasp.

“I never want to hear his name again. He had the privilege of taking my girl on a date and treated her poorly?” He raised an eyebrow. “He’s a deadman if I ever see him around here. Now, I need you to tell me you’re my girlfriend before my heart explodes. Tell me you’re mine. I won’t believe it until you say it. ”

You nodded yes as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

“Peter Parker, I always have, and always will be, yours.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

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Can you explain what you mean with misinterpreting Chara? I've always been confused about that character and you seem to have a pretty solid read you alluded to in that post about Snowgrave.

of course!!! as your local chara defender since the ripe age of 13 i hope you don't mind me doing a small essay on this. please bear with me tho because i sometimes can't articulate my thoughts well on stories that deal with philosophical themes ;;

UHHH SPOILERS FOR UNDERTALE AND DELTARUNE CHAPTER 2 BELOW

first let me make a few things clear so i don't have to repeat myself a bunch:

only tobias radiation fox himself has The Word of God privilege when it comes to things that haven't been explicitly confirmed in the games yet, EVEN if they're strongly hinted at. don't take anything i say about the plot as more than firm personal interpretation based on the info we have right now!

i cannot stress this one enough: undertale is a game that was never meant to be experienced from a singular perspective/mindset. the genocide route doesn't JUST exist for the sake of "enjoy your personalized edgy fuck-you run for being a serial killer in a video game", every one of the total 93 endings (look it up) in this game exists to reflect the player who achieved it in one way or another. the genocide route is really no different from any of the others, because in the end, no matter what, the player who decided to go through with the things they did will ALWAYS be rewarded for it. the question the player will have to ask THEMSELF afterwards is "is this what i wanted?"

OK MOVING ON-

let's think back to the little but vital amount of info we have on who chara actually was, like, as a person. we know pretty much all of this due to 1) the tapes in the royal lab 2) asriel's additional dialogue at the end of true pacifist.

while we'll never really know why frisk fell into the underground, asriel tells us explicitly about chara's hatred for humanity, and how they jumped from mt. ebott for "not a very happy reason"; supposedly a suicide attempt. chara "never talked about why", it's left intentionally vague because their reasoning isn't really what matters. what DOES matter is how this is relevant to the genocide run, ESPECIALLY with the new obvious parallels in deltarune's snowgrave route. i'll get to that.

when you finish the genocide route, chara will talk directly to the player in person. they talk about your (you AND chara's) success, despite "their plan (having) failed". this "plan" is one they secretly made with asriel when they were both still alive, as revealed from the tapes. chara got terminally poisoned from eating buttercups (whether this was fully intentional or not is still kiiinda up for debate), and while on their deathbed, asriel says that he doesn't like the plan anymore. yet despite his fear, he still fused his soul to chara's when they died.

the actual plan here was to become a monster powerful enough to slaughter humanity, specifically chara's home village by their own dying request - this all ties into their mysterious spite and hatred mentioned before. but due to asriel's resistance against chara, their fused body was killed by the humans - which eventually led to the creation of flowey, and asriel's inner demons after death.

but back to the genocide route. during chara's monologue to the player, they give us a LOT of important exposition. basically:

at the very start of the game, frisk's own determination is literally what brought chara's soul 'back to life'. we know how human and monster souls are different and how "determination" in this universe is something only humans possess, so it makes sense why it awakened them. i won't get into the whole narrator theory because i feel like it's not that relevant to my point (it's fun tho), but chara is always present from the moment frisk falls down, and stays regardless of the player's actions.

if you managed to finish undertale at all you'll already kinda know this (thanks sans), but the EXP and LV you (can) gain throughout your journey aren't just numbers on your screen - they're genuine in-universe manifestations of power that increase when you kill someone. and in genocide, chara explains how they were directly affected every time your stats rose. they could FEEL their spirit growing stronger for every life you decided to take (REMINDER THAT THE GENOCIDE ROUTE CAN BE PERMANENTLY STOPPED AT ANY POINT BEFORE SANS. YOU DID THIS.), so is it really that strange that they felt the desire to grow even stronger?

and once you do reach this point, there's no return. all that excessive time and effort you put into killing off a civilization OBVIOUSLY has some consequences. the consequences HERE being - if you paid attention to chara's life story - you took advantage of a traumatized child who was already at the breaking point and making irrational choices on their own, and you led them to believe that this was what they needed!

this is VERY MUCH SUPPORTED by the snowgrave/weird/pipis/whatever route of deltarune chapter 2 that was discovered about 2 days ago as i'm writing this. i'm gonna go ahead and assume you know what happens in it and i don't care to go into details if you don't, since this post is about chara, but surprise: THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO NOELLE, TOO! even in a completely normal run, noelle makes it clear multiple times that she wouldn't mind staying in the dark world; that in spite of how scary and dangerous it seems at times (something something horror movies), she started to feel at home. POSSIBLY even more so than her ACTUAL HOME, with her dying dad and negligent mom. like chara, noelle is a young person with low self esteem and her fair share of trauma, even if it's not as apparent. and like in the genocide run, the player's desire to ruthlessly kill in order to grow stronger affected her already-poor mental state.

someone else already pointed this out specifically, so don't credit me for it, but the main difference between chara and noelle is that noelle managed to break free in the end.

if you're like Most People Who Played The Genocide Route Back In Like 2016 and you played the genocide route with no further knowledge about it than "i have to follow these specific steps to get a harder fucked up version of the game", i don't blame you. you didn't actually know what you were doing in the end, did you? but did the outcome disappoint you, make sense to you, or did it just leave you with an empty/confused feeling? i love undertale because it WILL force you to think about things like that. i mean, if the result wasn't gonna affect you in SOME way, why would you go through all of that trouble in the first place? you had your reasons, as the player of any video game where you know your choices matter. would you have carried out the entire thing if you knew what was coming? the answer to that is only relevant to yourself.

#i'm EXHAUSTED girl.#asks #chara #ut #undertale #dr #deltarune #noelle holiday #dr spoilers #deltarune spoilers

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Speak Easy Part 18

Dabi x Reader, Bakugo x Reader

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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It’d been a little over a week since Shoto promised to go to the doctor with you and you were getting a little nervous. At first you were just waiting for the doctors to get settled in, but then Shoto was busy helping get things up and running and evacuating people to the bunker. Now you’ve just been chickening out.

Your period was a few days late, which wouldn’t be concerning if it weren’t for your current circumstance.

You woke up this morning and made a cup of coffee before taking Bravo out for a stroll around the bunker. He loved being able to run around and meet new people. He was a hit with the kids. They loved playing with him almost as much as he loved playing with them. The only downside was, there was only two places in the entire massive bunker that he could go to the bathroom. The farm and a small animal relief area near where the trash is dumped.

Needless to say, neither smelled great, but the farm was considerably better. So here you were, sitting on a small platform that oversees the crops with a cup of coffee and a book. Bravo sitting next to you keeping watch.

It was always a little chilly down here, which you honestly preferred. It just meant you could wear lots of hoodies. The more you could hide your body the better. Ever since leaving Dabi’s house you felt like you were always being watched. You felt so exposed and you just wanted to blend into the background.

Today you wore a new hoodie that Izuku had gotten you. It was probably one of the softest things you owned, and it was the prettiest shade of blue. The blue reminded you of a certain someone’s eyes… of the beautiful blue flames they were capable of creating… but then you’d shake the thought from your head and pull it closer around you.

You were enjoying your new freedom. Not that Dabi’s house had been a prison… but you hadn’t realized how much you missed doing things on your own. You had thought being alone would be hard, but you were thriving. It was never being alone that bothered you before, it had been his absence.

Against Katsuki’s wishes… Shoto had shown you the photos of what was left of Dabi’s car. And he hadn’t been exaggerating. You had almost passed out looking at how much blood soaked the driver seat and even the road around it.

You had been so lost lately. You didn’t know how you were supposed to feel. Your heart ached. You thought you had finally found your home. You had finally started to feel your pieces come back together. Now you felt like that would never happen. He took the last few pieces of your heart with him and you felt like you would never be whole again.

Dabi had been your comfort, your safety, your home. Now you were lost.

You hated that you felt this way. You should hate him. You should curse his fucking name. You shouldn’t be crying yourself to sleep over his death.

His death…

Was he dead? You weren’t convinced. It was too convenient, and there wasn’t a body. You wanted proof. Until then you’d go on believing he was still out there.

You closed the book you were reading. You had been on the same page for the past 10 minutes.

There was no way he wrecked his car like that. You had been in the car with him twice. Yes, he drove a little fast… but he wasn’t reckless. Either it was an elaborate cover up, or someone was after him. Or maybe… someone had been after you and he had gotten stuck in the middle as collateral damage.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard.”

Shoto came and took a seat next to you. “I’d ask what’s on your mind, but I’m pretty sure I already know.”

“Am I that obvious?” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

He leaned his head on top of yours. “It’s normal. I’d actually be surprised if you weren’t torn up over it.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I can’t stop worrying about him. I keep wondering where he is. If he’s okay. If there’s some grand explanation for his shitty behavior.” You shrugged. “I’m just finding it hard to grasp that the same man who held me during my panic attacks was also secretly planning to breed me… It just doesn’t add up.”

“Guilt does weird things to people.” Shoto’s hand found yours and gave it a squeeze. “I know he’s my brother, but I have no doubts about who knew him best. I only know a version of him. I only knew what he wanted me to.” He sighed, “It was obvious you meant a lot to him, and I could see him becoming more… I don’t know… human? For the first time in years he was showing emotions that weren’t rage. It would make sense if you were starting to make him question what side he was on.”

Your eyes narrowed, “So what? You think he did some shitty stuff and decided to help me… because he felt guilty about it? That doesn’t make any sense.” You pushed away from him to look him in the eyes. “Dabi only does what Dabi wants to do. That has been clear to me since day one. So what the fuck did he want out of this? None of it makes sense. Was I just a possession to him? Was I a bargaining chip? Was I just some broken pet that he got validation from nursing back to health? What?!”

You could feel your hysteria building and Bravo put his head in your lap in an attempt to calm you down. You took a few deep breaths. “He better fucking be alive… so I can kick his ass myself.”

Shoto chuckled, “Touya doesn’t stand a chance.”

His eyes looked distant and sad. You nudged his shoulder with your own, “Hey can I ask you something?”

He blinked away whatever far away memory he was thinking about, “I don’t see why not.”

“What was he like? Touya I mean… Before he became Dabi.”

Shoto’s lip turned up just slightly, “He was the best big brother I could have ever had. He was always there to help me when our dad was too rough with me. My dad tried to keep us separated… didn’t want me mingling with what he considered to be his biggest failure.” You flinched at the casual way he talked about the abuse they endured. “But Touya would sneak into my room at night. He taught me how to handle my burns and would bring me cold soba on bad days.” His eyes glassed over, “I was devasted when he died. Well… when I thought he died.”

“I blamed my dad, we all did. So, when he came out of hiding, it was like this enormous weight had lifted off of my shoulders. I hadn’t even realized I was carrying it around, but I had never truly gotten over his death.” He chuckled, “So I went looking for him. I didn’t care if he was Touya or Dabi, I just wanted him in my life again. I’d take what I could get. So, I settled for our don’t ask don’t tell relationship.”

You felt a tear that wasn’t yours hit your lap. Of course this would be hard on Shoto, he’s potentially lost his brother for the second time. “If it makes you feel any better… He admitted to me that he loved you.” You smirked, “Well actually he told me he used to hate you which contradicts your story quite a bit. But he said he always wondered if things would have been better for you if he stuck around.”

Shoto laughed, “Sounds like him. Trying to act like the tough guy who didn’t give a shit… Just like how he was with you. I can’t tell you how many times he called me when he was gone checking on you. Texting me every single time your vitals spiked. He would check the cameras and send me voice memos about how he was going to beat my ass if I didn’t keep my hands where he could see them while we were sparing. But then he would deny it when I asked what going on between the two of you.”

“Hey, come on, I have an idea.” You stood and walked over to the corner of the field behind a small tool shed. You picked up a massive rock and moved it so it was hidden from view. “Can you burn his name into it?”

Shoto eyes darkened, “You want to have a funeral? We don’t even know if he’s dead…”

You nodded, “You’re right we don’t… but I think it’ll make it easier. We can have a place to morn him in private. Weather we mourn his death… or the death of who he could have been.”

Shoto’s shoulder slumped and eventually he nodded. His hand heated up and with his finger he wrote on the rock, “R.I.P. TOUYA”

You both sat there for a while just staring at the rock. You felt too cold standing here in the shade of the tool shed. You gripped your hoodie closer to you and held back the tears that you desperately wanted to shed. You knew you shouldn’t, but you let yourself think of Touya. You thought about what he would have been like if he had gone to UA. If he had become a hero. If you had met him under better circumstances. Would the two of you still have ended up together? Without your mountains of combined trauma would you even be the same people?

“You ready? We should head out soon or we’ll be late for your appointment.”

You rubbed your eyes and sniffled, “Yeah… let’s get this over with.”

Bravo wasn’t allowed in the medical side of the bunker, so you made a quick detour to your room to drop him off. Shoto quietly following behind you. “So how are things with you and Bakugo?”

You groaned and rubbed your temples.

Shoto chuckled, “That good huh?”

“He’s been hovering over me like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces at the slightest inconvenience. I appreciate what he’s trying to do… but it’s just too much. I told him I needed space… and we had a fight. He hasn’t spoken to me in two days.”

Shoto whistled, “I never thought I’d see the day that the two of you had a real fight. Sure, you always bickered like an old married couple growing up. But on anything serious he always caved to your every wish.” He paused at your door, “Wait. So, are you the reason he’s been extra grumpy lately?”

You blushed, “I don’t know… Maybe?”

You gave Bravo an extra scratch behind his ear before closing the door. At that same moment you heard the door next door click shut. Your eyes snapped up to meet Katsuki’s. “Oh hey… I didn’t know you were back from the surface yet.”

“Got back early this morning… I was actually on my way to see you. You have a time to get an early lunch? I want to talk to you about something.”

You played with the ends of your hair, which was an immediate give away that you were nervous. “I actually have some plans with Shoto. But I’m free after that. Shouldn’t take too long though.”

His eyes narrowed at your nervous posture and you cursed how well he knew you. “Oh yeah? What are you guys up to? Maybe I’ll tag along.”

You began to stutter but thankfully Shoto interrupted, “Clingy isn’t a good look for you Bakugo. Like she said… it’s not going to take long. Just wait here and she’ll be back soon.”

You saw Katsuki bristle and decided to step in before he picked a fight with Shoto. You stepped over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I just dropped Bravo off. He’s had some pretty bad separation anxiety lately so why don’t you go to my apartment and hang out with him while I’m gone. Make some coffee, pick out a movie or something. I’ll be back soon, and we can talk then.”

His posture softened as he looked you up and down. It was obvious to him that you were nervous. But he was trying his hardest to give you the space you wanted. He pulled you to him as he sighed, trapping you in his arms. “Okay fine. I’ll babysit the mutt. Can you do me a favor and bring back some migraine medication from the medical ward. My heads killing me.”

You nodded stiffly, hoping it was just a coincidence he needed something from the medical ward. “Not a problem. I have the weighted blanket you gave me on the couch if you want to take a nap while I’m gone. You look like you could use one.”

He squeezed you tighter to him. “I’ll be fine.” He leaned his head on top of yours. “I’ll be better once we stop fighting about stupid shit though.” He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head, “I’ll see you when you get back.” He released you and looked to Shoto, “Try to behave. The two of you hanging out makes me nervous.”

Shoto chuckled, “Good. You should be nervous. If you don’t figure your shit out soon, I’ll be taking your best friend spot… Kacchan.”

You snorted as you pulled Shoto away. “Are you trying to get your ass kicked? You know only Izuku gets away with calling him that! Well… and me when he’s in a good mood. But even that’s pushing it.”

“Oh, he’ll get over it. He needs a reality check. He thinks the world revolves around him.” He led you down the hall. “He can be such a pain sometimes. But I will admit he’s so much easier to be around now than when we were in high school.” He bumped your shoulder, “In a way it’s thanks to you. As sad as it is, when you went missing, he matured. It was like out of nowhere he realized there were more important things in the world then him and his hero status.”

Something about talking about Katsuki’s emotional vulnerability while walking to the clinic to check if you were pregnant with Dabi’s child made you feel slimy. “Can we talk about something else. Literally anything else. How are you and Izuku doing?”

“Good… we settled into our room. It’s a nice enough room… but it’s right next to my dad’s room. Apparently he’s thought all this time that we were just roommates.” He threw his hands up and scoffed, “Honestly! Did he think we were both professional heroes, making tons of money, but couldn’t afford to live on our own?”

You giggled, “That sounds awkward. These walls aren’t exactly thick.”

“Oh believe me I know. And I don’t care. Poor Izuku though can’t even look my dad in the eye now without blushing.”

You laughed so hard you had to wipe away a tear. “Aw poor Izuku… He’s too innocent for this world.”

Shoto scoffed, “Innocent my ass. That man is a freak in—”

You held up a hand. “Stop, stop, stop! I don’t want to know. He is a pure innocent little muffin who used to braid my hair before workouts.”

“I thought Bakugo was the one who braided your hair? I can’t imagine him being okay with Izuku being that close to you.”

You laughed. “Oh he wasn’t at first. But mostly because Izuku was better than him at something. Kats liked to braid my hair in private while we watched TV.” You shook your head at the memory, “He actually got to be really good at it eventually.”

Shoto had succeeded in distracting you long enough to make the trip to the medical ward, but now that you were here the anxiety was creeping back in.

You paused before crossing the threshold. You knew it was important to find out once and for all if you were pregnant. But you were also enjoying living in ignorance. The fact that you didn’t know meant that you could live your life as normal. If you were pregnant… it would flip your entire world upside down. You would have a life you would be responsible for, a little human that would constantly remind you of the love that almost broke you.

If you weren’t pregnant then… you didn’t know how you would feel. Would you be relieved? Would you mourn?

Your hand found your flat stomach and clenched your shirt. You took a few steps further into the ward and was hit an overwhelming sterile smell. Your breathing hitched and your knees shook. It was too clean. It was too white. It reminded you too much of the lab.

Shoto’s hand took yours and gave it a soft tug. “Hey. It’s fine. You don’t have to do all of this. I can go in and request a pregnancy test and we can go back and do this in your room. Would that make you feel better?”

You shook your head, “Katsuki’s there…”

Shoto’s shoulders sagged, “At this point I think he’d be more upset at you hiding this from him. I’m not telling you how to live your life. I think you’ve earned the right to do whatever the fuck you want. But if it were me… I’d want as big of a support system as I could get…”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought about it. Did you want Katsuki to know? How would he react? What if you were pregnant? Would he be disgusted with you? Would he want to help? Your head was spiraling down a rabbit hole of what it and it was starting to make you dizzy.

“Hey, breathe! Just take a deep breath. Let’s get you out of here before you have a panic attack. Wait outside for me. I’ll get everything we need.

You pushed the wave of anxious nausea down and gave a shaky nod. “Okay… But remember to get some migraine medication for Ka—”

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember. Go sit down outside and try and focus on your breathing I’ll be right back.”

You made your way outside and immediately sat down and leaned your forehead on your knees. You needed to get these invasive thoughts under control. You thought about what Dabi used to do. He would sit with you and try and distract you by talking about random shit. You knew he’d be pissed if he knew his younger brother left you all alone during one of your episodes. The thought of him yelling at Shoto was almost enough to make you chuckle.

You took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds and started listing animals that start with the letter A. When you couldn’t think of any more you breathed out. Then you repeated the process with the letter B, then C. You had made it F when Shoto made his way back to you.

“Okay, so they gave me some weird looks. Which makes sense considering I am a gay man asking for pregnancy tests. But they didn’t ask too many questions. I have two tests, a bottle of water, some Tylenol, and a phone number for a doctor… you know, for if it’s positive.”

You took his outstretched hand and stood up. “Okay… let’s get this over with.”

Every step towards your room felt heavier than the last. You just wanted to curl up under your blanket and pretend none of this was happening.

You hesitated at your door for a few moments before remembering you were a tough bitch and barreled through it full of false confidence.

You expected to see Katsuki lounging on the couch watching something on the tiny TV. Instead you found him passed out with Bravo curled up next to him. The sight of it calmed your nerves.

“Hey Shoto, can you get some coffee going? I’m going to wake him up.” You tiptoed over to him and sat on the edge of the couch. “Hey…” You shook his shoulder. “Kats? Wake up. I need to tell you something…”

Katsuki grumbled and his arm snaked around you, pulling you down to his level. “Shhh, m’head hurts.”

You giggled “Hey stop I’m being serious… I need you to get up.”

One of his eyes cracked open. “What’s up you sound like you’ve been crying.”

You sighed, “I haven’t been crying, but I am… stressed…” He sat up and moved so you were sitting facing each other. He nodded urging you to go on. “So… The reason Dabi uh… locked me in his office was so he could go to the store to uh… buy a…. pregnancy test.”

Your eyes stared at your hands and you heard him suck in a breath. “Are you? …Pregnant I mean.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know… we got some tests from the medical ward today and I’m about to take them. I’m just… a little scared.”

A medicine bottle whistled through the air and smacked Katsuki in the face. “We got you your medicine too. You’re welcome.” Shoto was smirking over by the coffee maker.

Katsuki groaned as he stood up. “One of these days I’m gonna kick the shit out of you, IcyHot Bastard.”

He stretched and held a hand out to you. “Alright, come on. Let’s go piss on a stick.”

You felt a weight starting to lift from your shoulders. “Wait. So you’re not mad?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why would I be mad? I knew what the two of you were doing. It’s not like you cheated on me. As much as I wish we were, we aren’t together.” His thumb came up to brush a tear away that you didn’t even know had fallen. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Y/N. You being pregnant wouldn’t change how I feel about you. I would even be willing to tell people it’s mine if it makes it easier for you. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it.”

It was quite for a few moments, while you absorbed and processed this new development. He was surprisingly calm about all of this, and it was making it easier for you as well.

“God you’re whipped.” Shoto handed the pregnancy test to you but was smart enough to remain behind you so Katsuki couldn’t hit him.

You left the boys to bicker as you entered your tiny bathroom alone. You peed on both of the sticks and set a timer on Katsuki’s phone. The next three minutes were the longest three minutes of your life.

You paced as you tried to think of anything else. But your thoughts kept going back to that night when Dabi held you in his recliner after fucking you. He had asked about you having a baby. He had sounded so hopeful. His eyes so bright at the idea of you having a kid with him. Part of you couldn’t believe that was an act. He had seemed so sincere. You thought about how he would react if he knew you were taking a test right now.

The timer went off.

Shit.

Was your whole life about to change?

With shaky hands you picked up the first test. You held your breath as you looked to the second one to confirm it.

You opened the door with tears in your eyes.

“So, what’s it say? Am I going to be an uncle?”

You let out an audible sob. “I don’t know why I’m so upset right now.” You showed them the tests. “They’re both negative.”

Katsuki wrapped you in a hug and ran his fingers up and down your back. “It’s okay to be sad. Shoto made some coffee, I don’t have plans today. We can hang out here until you feel better.”

You cried into Katsuki’s chest as you watched some cheesy movie. He didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t even know what to say if he thought it would help.

You were grieving a child you never had, and a love that was nothing but lies. You needed to let it out. You needed to grieve so you could move on. And this is how you do that.

By the time the credits rolled your eyes were dry and you nose stuffy. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something earlier…?”

Katsuki stiffened, “Yeah, but I think it can wait. You’ve already had a rough day.”

You shook your head, “No… I want to know. I’m just going to worry about it until you tell me. I’d rather you just rip the Band-Aid off.”

He nodded, “We got word that Dabi may have been seen by your old place. We aren’t sure it was him though. Toga had been previously spotted as well, so it’s more likely that it was her. But either way, it looks like the LOV is sniffing around.”

“W—What makes you think it was Toga?”

He cleared his throat, “We have an informant working in the LOV and he told us the last thing he heard about Dabi was that Shigaraki had sent a team to collect him… but when they came back they were bloody and he wasn’t with them.”

You sighed, “Of course he wasn’t.”

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*The Laws* 1. No fucking shrugging 2. No drugs 3. No saying sorry for something that isn’t your fault 4.We work on communication every day 5. Wake up whenever the hell you want 6. No locked doors 7. We eat three full meals a day 8. No means no, no negotiations 9. We work on exercise every day 10. Ice cream must be kept in stock at all times 11. Accept help when it is offered 12. No lying 13. I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.

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Hold Me Close

John Constantine x Original Female Character, Angst/Hurt Comfort

A/N: So this little bit of self-indulgence turned into a thing, because it's me and of course it did. I'm still in the early stages of developing Evie and her relationships, so please let me know what you think.

Warning: Mentions of child neglect, lots of crying

Summary: After an emotionally draining day, Evie finds herself with some unexpected company.

Word Count: 2.6K

The Waverider was completely silent, a rarity on the best of days, and a blessed relief to Evie.

She sat in the kitchen, holding a warm cup of tea in her hands. She hadn't taken a single sip in the fifteen minutes since she made it.

All the emotions of the day were simmering to the surface. A tightness clung to her throat making it hard for her to breath. She needed to cry. She needed to sleep. She needed to scream. She needed so many things, all she could do was sit and stare into nothing.

"Are you ever going to drink that?"

Evie blinked. Looking up, she finally noticed John leaning against the doorway, fully dressed in his usual white shirt and tie.

"John? What time is it? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

She wanted to say something smart. On any other day she might have, but she was just too tired to be clever. Instead, she raised her mug to her lips and finally took a sip.

It was warm and did its job, loosening the lump in her throat, but it did little to help with the one in her chest.

"Need something stronger?" John suggested.

She shook her head. "This is about as strong as I can handle right now."

"Fair enough."

She expected that to be the end of it. But he surprised her, walking into the kitchen and pouring himself a drink.

"What are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Well, you know what they say, misery loves company."

"And what have you got to be miserable about?"

He gave her a cynical smile. "Oh don't you worry love, I’ll think of something."

He took a seat beside her and raised his glass in a toast.

Evie obliged, clicking her mug against the tumbler before drinking.

They sat in silence for a moment. It was comfortable, but there were questions hanging in the air that needed to be addressed.

"What are you doing here, John?"

"I told you."

She shot him a skeptical look.

He let out a sigh. "I don't sleep most nights. I saw you in here and..." He met her eyes, his expression softening. "I saw the look on your face when you saw your mum."

The tightness came back in her throat. Quickly, she turned back to her tea and took a long swig. All it did was stall the inevitable.

"How much did Michael tell you?" she asked, with a twist in her stomach.

"Not much," he admitted. "Just that his dad died before he knew him, didn't talk to his mum and that his sister was about the only parent he ever really had."

Evie huffed out a short laugh. It certainly sounded like the description Michael would give, and a more accurate one than she was willing to admit before.

"I take it there's a bit more to it than that," he continued.

She nodded. "Just a bit."

She took a drink, once again assuming a natural end to the conversation.

"You're just going to leave me with that?" he asked.

Her brow furrowed. "Why do you want to know?"

"You seem to know most everything about me, whether I like it or not,” he answered, casually. “I like to work on an even playing field."

Evie considered him for a moment. It seemed like a reasonable answer. Still she couldn't help but feel her problems were childish compared to his. There was a reason she kept them to herself. Nobody actually wanted to know.

She turned her head away, her fingers rubbing absentmindedly against the mug. If she kept her mouth shut for just a few moments, he'd forget the whole thing.

She could feel the pressure building behind her eyes. Her grip tightened. She willed herself to breathe.

"Evelyn..."

She stopped.

Looking down, she finally noticed rough fingers pressed gently around her wrist. She followed the line connecting the fingers to a hand, then to an arm, moving her gaze ever up until she dared a glance at the man they were attached to.

John’s expression was not soft, but his eyes held something she had not seen in a long time; a need to understand. How could she say no to that?

“My dad died when I was eight,” she began, swallowing the roughness of her voice. “My mum took it really hard. She might as well have been dead that first year. I’m not sure she even left her bed. Gran watched after her and didn’t want me or Michael causing trouble.

“Eventually though Mum was able to leave the house and Gran even got her a job at a pub not far from where we lived. But, it didn’t last long. Mum just...wasn’t there anymore. She’d forget to go into work or mess up orders or any number of other things until eventually they had to let her go. She didn’t work after that. Dad’s life insurance kept us afloat and Gran helped so, it wasn’t like we were starving. Even so, she would still...forget. By the time I was ten I was cooking most of the meals and made sure to stop by the shop on my way home from school, that sort of thing. And Mum would just...drift. It was like living with a ghost.”

Evie paused, giving herself a moment to collect her thoughts.

“I can remember my dad, before he died. I can see his face. I remember bedtime stories and how he called me his little Evie Rose. But, for whatever reason, any time I try to remember what my mum was like, I draw a blank. Every memory I have of her is as this...corpse. It was easy for me to believe she was always like that. I convinced myself she couldn’t help it. She didn’t choose not to be there. She was trying and I just needed to pick up where she couldn’t. That was my job.”

Her throat tightened. She sucked in a breath and let it out with a slow quaver.

“But seeing her today, before...everything. She was real. She was real and alive and...there.”

Warm tears spilled down her face. She wiped them away, trying and failing to keep them in check.

“I know grief affects people differently. I know it does. I can’t imagine losing the love of my life like that. But I was her child. Michael was just three years old. We were alive and scared and confused, and we needed her. I needed my Mom and she wouldn’t…”

There was no stopping the tears now. Anger and resentment and grief twenty six years in the making poured out of her. It burned her skin, even if she tried to hide it, ever aware of the man watching her in careful silence.

“I spent so long telling myself it wasn’t her fault. I blamed myself for not doing better by her. But she never cared. I know she was grieving, but at some point she decided her grief was more important than her own children.”

She stopped, forcing herself to fill her lungs with much needed air.

“And I would get so angry. I used to think Michael was just being selfish, that he only cared about himself. But he knew. He knew what she was doing was wrong. He just wanted me to see it too. God, I said so many awful things.”

Guilt weighed in her stomach as she pushed away her straggling tears. She could still feel the prickling behind her eyes, but she didn’t want to spill any more than she had. She had no right to them.

“I’m just a horrible mess of a person.”

A scoff came at her side.

She turned, to see John shaking his head.

“Something funny?”

“Aye, everything,” he said, sardonically. “Trust a Catholic to come to that conclusion.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh c’mon Evie, you’re not a horrible anything. You looked after your brother and your mum when no one else would. When you should have given up on her is a matter for yourself to deal with, but you’re not a bad person for holding out hope. As for Michael, I have a feeling he’s not as resentful as you think he is. Besides, he definitely had some of it coming.”

Evie couldn’t think of what to say, but the corner of her lip did quirk up, just a little. Still, guilt lingered and exhaustion was now taking the place of her anger. The prickling was back, reminding her of the tears still left to shed.

“Now, how about that drink,” John said.

Evie let out a long sigh, rubbing her hand across her face. "Not a bad idea. Honestly, what I could really go for is someone to just hold me for two or three...hours." She tried to make it sound like a joke, but the strain on her voice made her attempt at laughter come off as forced and awkward.

The look on John's face only made her feel worse. He had been uncharacteristically kind to her already. Now, she just made an embarrassing situation down right uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry I laid this all on you,” she said. “I should just go to bed.”

She stood quickly, not even bothering to grab her mug as she headed towards the exit.

She barely made it two steps when a hand grasped at her own.

“Wait.”

She turned.

He was still sitting. His eyes focused on their intertwined fingers. The expression on his face was unreadable. For a moment, she thought he’d let go and forget the whole thing. But then, he came to a decision.

Standing, he took a step toward her, never dropping his grip for a moment. He watched her, carefully checking she had no objections to how close he was.

Her stillness was his answer.

Reaching out his free hand, he cradled her head and guided her to him.

For a moment, neither of them knew what to do.

His hand slipped from hers, but found no place to land, as if he wasn't sure where exactly to touch her. All the same, the intent was felt.

Taking initiative, she leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him.

His clothes still held the scent of detergent with just a bit the tobacco smoke she secretly loved. She let herself breathe it in, enjoying the warmth against her cheek and the firmness of his body.

Slowly his hands found purpose. One wrapped tight around her waist while the other curled gently in her hair.

For a while, they just stood there, neither of them daring to break the quiet calm that had settled in the air.

"It's alright Eves," John whispered into her ear. "I've got you, love. It's alright."

It was only then Evie realized she was crying again. The tears and emotions leaked out of her, spilling over the side like an over filled sink. She was starting to shake, trying and failing to keep her breath in check all the while John held on, pressing her even closer into him.

"You're alright," he promised. "I've got you, Eves. You're alright."

The tears weren’t as violent as before. This was catharsis. The last breath of emotional release she needed. So, she let herself feel.

She cried for her brother. She cried for her father. She cried for what might have been and what was. All of it came out in gentle sobs made bearable by the man who wouldn’t let go.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but after a while she had nothing more to give. Her breath returned to something manageable. Her heart, no longer quiet as heavy. Still, she couldn’t pull away from John just yet. She was too tired and he felt too good. She could see herself closing her eyes and staying right there until her legs gave out.

“Not that I’ve got anywhere to be,” he said, gently. “But were you serious about the two to three hours thing?”

She laughed, a real one this time; short, but bright and welcome.

“No,” she assured. “I wouldn’t do that to your reputation.”

He didn’t say anything back, but she took the hint.

With a great effort, she pulled herself from him, leaving her skin colder for it. Now that she had a proper view, a sudden spike of embarrassment shot through her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, immediately reaching to brush away the obvious stain on his shirt.

John looked down as if just noticing himself.

“Oh believe me, I’ve been covered in worse. Besides, holy woman’s oughta be good for something.”

“I’m not that holy,” she said, with not as much annoyance as that sentence usually carried.

“But you are good,” he countered. “You can’t be anything else.”

Again, something was missing from this usual exchange. The irony had somehow disappeared. The way he was looking at her now, she could believe he meant them.

Then, something happened. His expression became pensive. His eyes shifted away as he took a small step back, putting some visible distance between them.

“You should get some sleep,” he said, his tone now back to its usual guarded self.

Her brow creased in confusion. “You sure you don’t want company?”

“I think if this whole exercise has taught us anything it’s that you need to stop worrying about other people all the time.”

His tone was curt, but there was something performative in it, making it land awkwardly on its intended audience.

All the same, Evie knew rejection when she heard it and felt the intended hurt in her chest.

Apparently it showed on her face as John gave a long sigh. “Look just, get some rest and you can worry about me tomorrow, yeah?”

She nodded, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave just yet. She didn’t know what she had done to make John’s mood shift so abruptly, but she needed to fix it. He had helped her, after all. It didn’t feel right to end the night like this.

With cautious determination, she took a step forward, effectively closing the gap he had created.

John appeared frozen in place, his brow creased in confusion.

Taking the opportunity, she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his cheek. She was met with rough stubble and the smell of whiskey, a combination she was surprised to find she liked. But couldn’t appreciate it as John turned his head, meeting her eyes.

“Now, why would you do something like that?”

Evie swallowed, a sudden dryness coming to her throat. His lips were much closer to hers than she anticipated.

“I just wanted to say, thank you,” she said, softly. “You’re a good man, John Constantine.”

He looked down at her, his throat and lip tightening as he shook his head. “No, I’m not.”

She smiled knowingly. “Yes you are.”

She kissed his cheek again, this time lingering just a moment as if touch would convey the truth of her statement more than her words could.

“Goodnight, John,” she whispered.

To her surprise, he didn’t push her away. His eyes lingered, floating between her eyes and lips and back again.

She held her breath, wondering if he would lean down and feel her lips for himself. She wondered if she would let him.

But he hesitated. A breath was drawn in and his gaze settled on her eyes.

“Sweet dreams, Evie.”

She nodded, feeling the moment slip away as quickly as it had come.

She settled back down on two solid feet, turned and walked back to her room without looking back. Only when the door closed did she allow herself to linger on the burning of her lips and the hard thumping in her chest.

She didn’t know what truly happened between her and John, but there was no use denying it. Something was different and time would only tell what that meant.

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