#This came up because there was a very very creepy and uncomfortable man at the place I did my shopping the other day
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New Sexuality:
Doomed Arctic Explorers
Gender Identity is now based on your positions aboard the ships.
#This came up because there was a very very creepy and uncomfortable man at the place I did my shopping the other day#he worked there but was... unusually creepy.#Ask turntechgodhead who was with me he was weird and unusual#and in the worst way possible asked me “how are you doing today?”#and I gave him my curt and confused “fiiiiiiine?.....” and stared him down as if I was about to crack open and reveal an eldritch god#that I packed away inside my body#and then he kept being weird and hovering abouts us whilst we checked out and I wanted to punch the chip n pin machine but it was fine#and at the car I was like: Yaknow I ought've just went an told him that less you're from the Franklin Expedition yer not my type.#the terror#gender and sexuality#neo-genders
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Boyfriend - matt sturniolo
creepy guy at a bar, matt pretends to be your boyfriend and flirting ensues
“Vodka cran for me and a whiskey sour for my friend,” I tell the bartender, looking around for said friend. My best friend and roommate was invited to this event tonight through her work, so of course I came along with her, but now she’s nowhere to be found. I pull out my phone not only to text her, but also so I can look occupied so nobody comes up to me.
wya
bathroom brb
I put my phone in my pocket as the bartender slides me the drinks and a check. I shoot him a quick smile, pay the tab, and pass it back to him. I grabbed the drinks and turned around, wanting to find a table where I can wait for her to return to me, but instead I’m met with a tall blonde guy smirking right down at me. He’s muscular, has piercing green eyes, and has to be at least 6’3. He towers over me, and I’m immediately intimated and slightly annoyed as I really had no intentions of talking to men tonight.
“Hey,” he smiles. “I’m Ben. I saw you from over there and wanted to introduce myself.”
“Uh huh…” I nod. I’m usually a very friendly person, but this has not been my week and I wanted nothing more than to not be talking to this man. “Well, nice to meet you Ben, but I really gotta get back to my friend.” I begin to shift to the left so I can make my way around him, but he moves to block me. I stare up at him, silently begging him to move.
“What, you can’t even give me a minute? Come on, just tell me your name,” he insists.
I sigh. “I’m good, thanks for asking though!” I soon realize that playing the sarcastic card was a mistake, as he starts to lean in, his arm blocking me from moving anywhere.
He’s about to open his mouth when I feel someone come up behind me and put his hand on my arm. I turn my head and am met with another guy who is basically the polar opposite of the man in front of me: brunette, blue eyes, fairly skinny, and probably about 5’8. Despite me saying I didn’t want to talk to men tonight, whoever this mystery man is is exactly my type. I couldn’t help but stare not only because he’s hot as fuck, but because I definitely recognize him from somewhere.
“Hey baby, sorry the line for the bathroom was crazy,” he says. “Who’s this?”
I pause for a moment, not realizing at first what was happening. “Um… sorry, what was your name again?” I ask the blonde.
“Ben,” he says, clearly pissed off that I didn’t remember. “And who’s this?” He gestures toward the brunette.
“I’m her boyfriend,” he gives him a big smile. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her but I got it from here.”
“You didn’t mention you had a boyfriend,” Ben says pointedly.
“Well when you’re busy trying to corner her it gets a little caught in your throat,” the brunette shoots back. “You’re done, thank you, bye bye now!”
Ben rolls his eyes and finally walks away in defeat. The brunette turns to me, his hand still on my arm. Now that I’m actually looking at him, I see that he is one of the most attractive people I think I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, thank you,” I nod.
“Sorry if that was weird, you just looked really uncomfortable,” he says. “I was hoping that wasn’t actually a boyfriend because that would have made things worse…”
“No, no, I don’t. Um, I really appreciate that.”
He does a quick scan of the bar to make sure Ben wasn’t looking, then puts his hand out. “I’m Matt.”
I tell him my name and we begin to make small talk. When there’s a lull in the conversation, my curiosity gets the best of me.
“You know, I recognize you from somewhere, I feel like TikTok or something…”
“Oh yeah, my brothers and I are YouTubers.”
It all clicks in my head. “Oh right! Yeah, I think one of my friends showed me a video one time. And I definitely remember thinking, that guy in the driver’s seat is hot,” I smirk at him.
His cheeks get bright red, but he tries to play it cool. “Ohhh really? Or are you just saying that to flatter me?”
“No, no, definitely not, but if it’s working then…”
“Oh, it’s working.”
I smile. “I’ll have to check out some more of your videos so I can see more of you.”
“You could… or we could just hang out and you could see more of me in person.”
My heart nearly falls into my ass at that. I have never been great at flirting, but the conversation is just coming so easy with this guy that I can’t help myself. “Hmmm… I think I like that idea.”
“Good,” he smiles while pulling out his phone. “Give me your number and I’ll text you later.”
Once I give it to him and he slides his phone back into his pocket, he leans against the pillar behind him and crosses his arms. “It’s crazy how I was just telling my brother how lame this event is. Not so much anymore.”
“I was just telling my roommate the exact same thing. I’m glad I stayed.”
He pushes off the pillar and stands up straight again, closer towards me. “The attendees usually aren’t this pretty.”
Now it’s my turn to blush. “Ohhhh you think I’m prettyyyy?”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t already know.” He pauses for a second, then opens his mouth. “Let me buy you dinner tomorrow.” Before I get a chance to respond, his eyes get wide. “Uh oh, your boyfriend’s looking. How do we make it believable that I’m with you?”
I don’t know where all my confidence is coming from right now. Something about him is making me a completely different person. I sit in one of the bar stools so I reach his height more then wrap my arms around his neck. “Like this?” I ask innocently.
He’s clearly at a loss for words for a moment, then he regains his composure. “Yeah, no, uh… yeah, this works.” I start to play with his hair on the back of his neck to try to fluster him even more. “So,” he says, trying to play off the fact that he is staring straight at my cleavage, “where do you live? So I know where to pick you up tomorrow night?”
“We’re by The Grove, not too far from here. I’ll text you the full address,” I tell him.
“Oh perfect. We live right by here too, how convenient. Then I can see my girlfriend whenever,” he teases.
I nod in agreement. “Is he still looking?” I ask, referring to Ben.
He shrugs. “Don’t care. If I bothered looking at him then I wouldn’t get to look at you, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
I tilt my head and smile. “No, we definitely wouldn’t want that.”
He leans even closer, putting both his hands on the bar behind me. “So as my girlfriend,” he says, “I would assume you have a favorite tattoo of mine, right?” He put his arm out and rolled up his sleeve. “Which one would that be?”
I try to keep my composure as I look at the tattoos covering his arm. His forearms and hands are ridiculously veiny and I’m trying to keep the disgusting – but hot – thoughts running through my head at bay. “I like this one,” I say, tracing an anchor he has near his wrist. “Orrrr… this one.” My fingers run over one on his bicep, an owl with his wing covering a skull. He’s already insanely attractive, but his tattoos are making me legitimately sick to my stomach.
“Do you have any?” he asks.
“Yeah, I got a few.” I show him the ones on my arm. “I have one on my rib too, but you’ll have to see that one another time.” I look up at him through my eyelashes and smile sweetly.
He smirks. “Oh will I?”
“Mhm.”
“I have one on my chest,” he says, taking my hand and placing it on the left side of his chest.
“Am I gonna see that one too?” I ask.
“Yeah, I don’t have one there,” he says dryly. “Just wanted an excuse to have your hands on me.”
My jaw drops a little as I slide my hand up his chest slowly until it’s back on his neck. Our faces are inches apart. “Do you think it looks believable that we’re together?” he asks.
“I think so,” I shrug. “It could always look more believable, but I don’t know your thoughts on PDA, so…”
His face is moving closer. “Where are you going with that?”
“Where do you think I’m going with it?”
He responds by giving me a soft kiss on my cheek. “That’s all you get for now.”
I pout in response, then move back and place my elbows on the bar behind me. My chest is a straight shot from his face, and I can tell he’s having a hard time focusing. “So where should we get dinner?” I ask.
“Um… we can go to… um…”
“I’ve never been to um, what do they have there?” I mock.
“Shut up,” he lets out a little laugh. “Let’s go somewhere higher end so I can treat you.”
“Ohhh, you got the big YouTube bucks, huh?”
He shrugs. “Gotta stay humble. I’ll treat you on a few different dates and we can find out just how much YouTube can pay for.”
“That sounds good,” I run my hand lightly through the curls on his neck as I give him the world’s nastiest fuck me eyes.
He steps between my legs. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why? I can’t look at my boyfriend like this?”
“Not with this many people around, no. Alone, though… well, we’re gonna be doing a lot more when we’re alone.”
I’m melting into a puddle in my seat. There’s no way this is happening. “I’m looking forward to it,” I reply, not breaking eye contact.
“I’ve gotta get back to my brothers,” he says in a near whisper. “I’ll text you, okay?”
I nod as he kisses my cheek one last time before he winks at me and walks away.
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pt 2 coming soon (probably)
#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo smut#nick sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo
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Review #146: Parallel Lines, Blondie
Man oh man oh man. I love Blondie so much. I found this record in the Windsor Oxfam. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I remember what boyfriend was with me so that puts me between 15 and 18. Yeah, same guy. I actually don’t remember if he ended up getting his hands on this record or not. I think I still have it. Will rifle through my collection later to check.
Blondie was in the “being cool” wilderness for some absolutely crazy reason at that point, and nobody really gave a shit about them anymore. When I was 17 or 18 they were playing the Reading Hexagon which is honestly still just such an unbelievable insult I’m still annoyed about it. I’ll circle back to that.
Parallel Lines epitomizes the complete and total coolness and badassery of Debbie Harry. I have never wanted to be someone more than I wanted to be her. So much confidence. Such incredible cheekbones. Such commitment to art. No apologies. The voice of an angel one moment and snarling whimsical warnings, like, hey you, don’t fuck with me, the next. Always standing in front of all of those completely non-descript nobody dudes. Yeah they’re playing the music, but who cares, who are they? It’s all her. She is Blondie.
Can I pick a favorite? It opens with Hanging on the Telephone, in which she is really threatening to rip the phone clean off the wall. It might be that one. But we’ve also got the classic One Way Or Another, which needs no comment, and one of my actual favorites of all time, Heart of Glass which never fails to fuck me up, but like, it’s a god damn disco track? Like sure, yeah, let’s boogie away our heart break. And I did. And I have. And I will. And these are all SINGLES. We aren’t even discussing the actual album tracks yet. Just listen to it. Honorable mention goes to Sunday Girl, which I always really loved. It’s cute and it’s kind of sweet in a very teenage girl kind of way that worked for me since I was in fact, a teenage girl. Also, not on the official album release, but there was a version of that track where the latter half was sung entirely in French and I always really dug it.
Okay so circling back to the Hexagon. This is a weird story and I’m still not sure how I feel about it, to this day. As I said, Blondie were playing a show at the Hexagon. I was absolutely obsessed with them, and Debbie Harry. I was also 17 or 18 and spent every penny I had on going to shows, but those pennies were pretty limited. I worked as a waitress at the pub that was two doors down from my house. It was full of characters. One such character was a regular, he was in his late 40s, was very wealthy, didn’t drive, was single, and spent literally every bit of his spare time in that pub. Think on that. He paid a lot of attention to the various young women that worked there. Was he creepy? No not exactly. But did it make you uncomfortable? Yes it did. Because you never knew when he might make it weird. Everyone liked him well enough. One day out of the blue this guy presented me with five tickets to the Blondie show. I didn’t know what in the hell to say or whether to accept them. Or what it meant. Whether there were expectations attached to them. Whether it was okay to take them. I was uncomfortable. I was 17.
Here’s what happened. My Mom, who sort of knew him too, since he was always there, decided it was fine, because she wanted to go. But for it to be okay, she decided he also had to come. So we went, he came, and a few friends too. The thing is though, she never knew him like I did. I saw him every day. I saw him with the other girls that worked at the pub. I saw him drunk off his ass. I don’t know that I ever would have taken the tickets. Or if I did, I’m not sure I ever would have invited him. I feel a bit queasy about it to this day. I think in the end something really off-base happened one night between him and someone on staff and he got barred. That was usually the way it went with regulars who were there that often.
The other thing to note is that Blondie ended because Debbie Harry was with Chris Stein, who was literally dying of some rare autoimmune disease throughout their last tour. There were other factors at play, but essentially, they broke up because he was too sick and she stayed at his side and became his full-time carer. When he was well, he left her. They are, remarkably, still close friends to this day and still perform together. Just never forget that men are dogs, and that Blondie is and always will be Debbie Harry. I love her. To this day she looks better than I do in a mini skirt and I love that for her.
ETA: I checked and in fact, I do not still have Parallel Lines in my record collection, but I am quite confident it got lost when I moved back to the US. Also, I’m not 100% certain that show was at the Reading Hexagon. I just know it was a shitty venue not worthy of Blondie. This was 18 years ago. You get the idea.
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Cat Calling
Content Warning(s): Murder, creepy men, very mildly implied fem!reader (but no pronouns used), blood.
(This took me way too fucking long. Bro, the burn out has been REAL SHITTY. Anyway, this was requested by @lonnielolooington. Forgive me for this taking so long-)
Michael Myers(All)
Michael obviously stalks you most of the time. The longer you two have been together, the less he follows you, mostly because he’s more comfortable doing his own thing. He’s less paranoid about you going to the police and ratting him out. Still, he likes following you, observing your everyday actions. He won’t try to hide from you very much.
Michael’s possessive. That’s a plain fact. You might not interact with many people, but he absolutely hates when people hit on you. He wouldn’t be mad at you in any aspect unless you were actively flirting with someone else. But what makes him livid is when you get clearly uncomfortable, even verbalize your disinterest, and the person continues to try shit. It sends a wave of protectiveness through his veins.(especially if it’s RZ Myers)
He’s pretty unaware of a lot of social issues. He likely never thought about what he’d do if someone he cared about was cat called. Not only has he been living under the assumption that he’d never care about someone like that, he’s also never experienced someone he knows being cat called on the street. The closest comparison he has is the occasional pervert in Smith’s Grove making comments at a nurse. He definitely didn’t like hearing it, that’s true. Not that he cared for the nurse’s, but he definitely doesn’t like perverts. They make him uncomfortable by proxy. (Again, especially if it’s RZ Myers)
Now, watching you get cat called? He instantly understands your concerns about the matter and he is immediately angry. If it’s broad daylight, he’ll hold back until he can drag the individual away in order to kill them. If no one else is around, he’ll brutalize them right away. (More UTC)
Michael had been following you for the past ten minutes on your way to the grocery store. It wasn’t anything new, and at this point, it felt oddly comforting. His presence brought a sense of safety with it. Ironic, really. Walking alone was always a bit nerve-wracking, especially when it was a bit late at night. But you desperately needed some things from the grocery store and gas prices were sending you through the wringer. It wasn’t that far, walking there was completely feasible. Though it didn’t help with your paranoia at all. Michael’s heavy stare did, ensuring you had a guard dog of sorts on your tail.
“Hey baby, how bout I get your number?!”
And there it was. You jumped at the sudden exclaim, glancing in the direction it came from. Michael watched as your shoulders tensed and your face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace. He looked at the man who called out to you. Middle aged, unfit, appearing to work in some form of construction. The section of the street that was torn up gave more credence to that observation. His hands tightened around the handle of the blade he’d taken from your kitchen. Michael watched you cross your arms and look at the ground, walking faster. “Aw come on baby, don’t be a bitch, I can show you a good time!” Michael’s jaw clenched when the stranger called again. You were very obviously uncomfortable, it was plain to see, even to someone as emotionally oblivious as Michael. He could only guess that the man knew this fact and enjoyed it. Michael liked intimidating you, sure, but it was a different circumstance. You now trusted him. Your “fear” with him was now associated with situations you ended up enjoying, you submitted to him willingly because you wanted to. This was not the same circumstance. Even Michael knew when to quit based on your body language.
The man called at you one more time. You kept your gaze down and mentally prayed that he just wouldn’t follow you, not when the streets were dark and lacking of people. It was the sound of a scream and a wet choking that made you stop and look back. Michael hadn’t hesitated to grab the man’s shirt collar and send the knife through the front of his face. You winced at the sloppy sound blood and tissue made when he retracted the blade. Michael slowly turned to look at you, dropping the body. You swallowed and looked around. There was still no one, so you took a moment to mouth your gratitude before turning to run away from the scene. Sticking around would be suspicious and Michael knew that. He’d protect you on your new route to the store and back.
Jason Voorhees
Oh, Jason hates people like this. He despises them more than almost anything. Jason’s naturally against things sexual in nature anyway, but to top it off, Pamela taught him to always respect others. He likely hasn’t seen much of this kind of behavior, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Pamela got hit on here and there when he was growing up. Not to mention any creepy campers that couldn’t keep their hands off the girls in their group.
Two consenting teens/adults having flirtatious interactions makes him upset, but that’s mostly because it feels disrespectful when they’re in his camp. He knows they’ll eventually try to have sex, where he died, and where his mother died. Yeah that’s gonna piss him off. But watching someone pressure someone else into something like that? Making disgusting comments that are unwarranted and unwanted? Pamela’s angry before Jason can even register what’s happening, and if mom is angry, Jason is livid.
Jason doesn’t like people interacting with you anyway. It means there’s people in camp, which leads to complications, and he doesn’t want you involved with the typical visitor of Crystal Lake. Even if you used to be a visitor…that’s different, okay?
He absolutely despises people who are pushy, flirty, etc. So seeing you subjected to such behavior brings forth a rage he hasn’t felt since he saw his mother be decapitated. It’s a lot of anger. He might even need to stay out of the house for a few hours after he’s maimed the person, purely to calm down. It’ll be a bloodbath. Rest assured, they will not make it out unscathed.
The bells had gone off earlier that day, meaning Jason was out in the woods around Camp Crystal Lake, stalking whoever was stupid enough to visit. Your cabin was off the camp, up some paths mostly hidden by the woods, with a view of the same lake. It was the only finished building that had gotten done when some people tried to expand the camp, add more cabins. They of course, failed that task thanks to Jason. You had grown to fill up the time when Jason was gone with things like chores. It wasn’t necessarily fun, but it was better than lounging around, especially when the weather was nice. Not too hot or humid, warm with a breeze. Today, you decided to fix up the outside of the cabin. It was…well loved, so to speak. You’d been helping Jason make it nicer in your time with him. The tiny porch attached to the wooden home had a lot of chipping paint and the amount of splinters it’d given you was unmeasurable. So currently, you sanded parts, painted them, and while they were drying you’d move on. Simple!
Yeah, well, that was until some people in the trespassers decided to explore. It was a rather large group. Jason was currently occupied with another portion of them, he hadn’t seen the group of three young boys meandering their way up towards your house. Probably in their early twenties, fresh out of college. You were only doing some work. Dressed in something to keep heat off, but it wasn’t provocative in any way. Not that it would’ve mattered. You carried the can of paint off the porch and set it on the set of stairs, dipping the brush so you could begin on the railing. Enjoying the sound of breeze rustled trees and chirping wild birds. And then came a sharp whistle.
“Damn baby, nice ass!”
You nearly dropped the paintbrush at the sudden noise. You looked over your shoulder, seeing the three boys chuckle to themselves, motioning at you. It’d been a long time since you had to deal with something like this. That was part of the reason living with Jason was so nice, no one bothered you. Self sustained and independent without having to worry about walking home alone, or someone being in the backseat of your car, or having to change your outfit to avoid stares. As if it was the clothing that was the problem. Nervous nausea settled in your stomach as you tried to ignore them. They were going to die anyway, you didn’t have to be bothered by their comments. “Come on, sweet stuff, lemme show you a good time!” “You wanna make our trip worthwhile?”
The two voices made your shoulders tense. You exhaled shakily and reminded yourself to ignore it again. Maybe it was unconscious, but you glanced at the tree line, subtly hoping to see a stained hockey mask. You set the paintbrush in the can, deciding it might’ve been better to wait out this time wave of trespassers inside. The fact they were moving closer wasn’t helping. “C’mon, don’t be a bitch.” One of them laughed. You backed up onto the porch and looked behind them again. They saw your facial expression change, no longer tense and fearful, more bright and expectant. They followed your gaze. Adrenaline and terror shot through veins as they came to see the hulking figure or Jason Voorhees. You hugged yourself and gave your man a wave. “They tried to touch me, Jason. They also commented on my ass.” You replied. They looked between you and the new threat fearfully. Jason’s shoulders squared and the rage he felt radiated off him like heat from the sun. It prompted the three to run into trap filled woods. Jason stomped up to you first, making you smile. With the porch allowing for a less intense height difference, you leaned to kiss his mask. “I’m okay, just try to have them done before dark. I want to watch that movie with you.” You said softly. Jason gave a single nod and pressed the mouth of his mask against your temple. He then set off into the woods, utterly seething.
Bo Sinclair
Bo is admittedly a flirtatious man, but above that, he is extremely possessive. He’s not shy about it, he’ll say it outwardly. When dating him, you are his. Not in the way someone owns an object, he doesn’t want you to think of it that way, that’s not what he means by statements like that. He means that you’re his special person. You stand alone in a specific spot in his life and he doesn’t want anyone trying to shove you out of that.
Okay, that and he’s insecure, I can’t lie. Especially in the beginning of the relationship. Bo’s never been in a proper relationship, one where you’re both committed and emotionally vulnerable. He struggles a lot at first. So, when he feels he might be an inadequate partner, people trying to flirt with you upsets him.
Now that is a completely different case in catcalling, because that is NOT flirting. That is harassment. Harassment gets him angry for different reasons, obvious reasons. Bo might come across a little pushy here and there but he knows the importance of boundaries when it comes to it. He has the right to try and test what boundaries are okay to push and what you can compromise on. Bo’s your partner after all! Someone calling you sexy from across the street does not have that right, and the fact they’d try such a thing makes him livid.
Bo is an angry man. That’s just fact. If you hold him back, he’ll settle for shouting back while pulling you close to him. If they’re close enough and you don’t stop him? He’s whoopin’ ass. He’s a fighter, that’s just how he is, how he’s always been. He’ll break noses, send teeth flying, he might kill someone if it’s bad enough.
It wasn’t often that Bo took you out on the town, which wasn’t necessarily an issue, but it was still nice when he did it. He walked with his arm around your shoulders. Passing shops that he let you glance at, wondering when you’d pick one to go in, though he was content with just walking. You leaned into him slightly. It only took one glance at him to catch his slight smile that he was trying to fight. “Thank you for taking me out, again.” You said. He glanced down at you and nodded with a soft gaze. “‘Course baby.” He said quietly. You always liked when he was like this, a bit zoned out but happy, speaking gently and calm. He was so used to being rough & angry, seeing him at peace felt like a victory.
You glanced at a small bar and restaurant. “Are you hungry? We could get something to eat.” You said as you motioned to it. Bo opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. “Yes you can get a beer, but only because we’re walking.” He chuckled at your response. “Am I that predictable?” He asked while you crossed the street. “For me? Yes. For others? You’re as unpredictable as a Lester’s three AM conversation topics.” You replied, feeling warmth in your chest as he laughed, shaking his head. “Now that’s just plain nonsense, doll. Unpredictable and insane are two separate things.” He opened the door for you. “Yeah, but somehow you got both.” You teased back. The restaurant wasn’t too busy necessarily, but it was clearly well liked, the bar especially. You and Bo glanced at the drink menu hanging on the wall, though you already knew what kind of beer he liked. “Why don’t you find a spot, I gotta hit the bathroom.” He offered. You snorted with an eye roll. “Old man kidneys.” He gently flicked your nose in response, smiling still as he left you to find somewhere to sit.
You knew Bo didn’t like being in the center. He was more extroverted than Vincent, but he was far from social. He liked people he knew. He also hated being paranoid that someone could hear his conversations, even if they were innocent in nature. You stood for a moment, scanning empty tables, trying to pick one that would suit his comfort. He wouldn’t care either way, but you like accommodating him in these situations, it benefited you when he was comfortable. You spotted an empty two-seat table in a corner near a window. You decided to walk towards that, gaze mostly on the floor out of habit. It completely caught you off guard when someone let out a sharp whistle from the bar. It was sudden enough to make you look up and where it was coming from.
“Hey, sweetheart, why don’t’cha lemme buy you a drink?"
You tensed a bit at the comment, frowning uncomfortably. "Uh, no thank you." You said, raising a hand and shaking your head. The man clicked his tongue and scanned his eyes over your figure, making the sense of discomfort even worse. With an uneasy breath, you smoothed out your outfit and went to get the table again. You ignored the mutterings the drunken individual gave to his friend on the topic of your figure. You chose to stare out the window until Bo came back. The thought of Bo helped put you at ease, knowing he wasn't far and he'd never allow someone to hurt you. He made that clear many times. You gasped and jolted when a rough hand hit the table you sat at, making you turn, finding the man who offered you a drink leaning a bit too close. There was no fighting the face of disgust you felt at the heavy smell of a cheap whiskey, cheap whiskey always smelt terrible. "C'mon baby, let a man treat ya. What'cha want? Somethin' fruity? You don't look like a beer drinker."
The sleaze was slurring his words, he'd clearly been here a while. "No, really, I don't want anything. I'm just waiting for my husband to come back." Bo wasn't yet your husband or your fiance, but that's often what you used in your act back in Ambrose. It usually helped keep anyone wanting to push your luck with him or you, keeping them from flirting too heavily or outright assaulting either of you. The man scoffed and stumbled a little. He looked ready to fall over. "I don't see a ring. You lyin' to me?" He accused, making you shake your head quickly. Usually, you had a decoy ring, but since it was a tarnishable metal, you took it off when you had to shower or anything similar. You forgot it today of all days. Anxiety plagued your veins when he roughly grabbed your wrist, mouth open to speak. It didn't last long, however.
The drunk man hit the floor with a small gust of air and the resounding clap of a fist against a cheekbone. Bo stood with a clenched jaw, tense shoulders, and a sneer. If looks could kill, those baby blues would hit like a tank. Quickly, you stood and placed your hand on Bo's chest to prevent anything further, even if you wanted nothing more than to watch him break the stranger's face. His gaze turned to you. "He hurt ya?" You shook your head. "Mostly just gave me a headache from the smell of cheap booze and chewing tobacco. That's all." Bo sighed at your reassurance, but he kissed your forearm anyway, just in case the grip hurt you. "Let's go, I don't wanna deal with some drunken assholes makin' my baby uncomfortable." He instructed. It was impossible to not smile at the statement. He softened slightly at the kiss you placed on his cheek. "My hero." You said, smile genuine and tone teasing.
Vincent Sinclair
There aren't many scenarios you'd be put in with Vincent around when getting cat called. He prefers you stay in the house, and if not there, then in Ambrose. They don't like you being too far just in case something bad were to happen, cat calling and a plethora of other things are one of their biggest concerns regarding you. While they're sure Bo and/or Lester can keep you safe, he trusts himself the most with that responsibility.
That being said, if there is a case where you're cat called or harassed, it'll likely come from a visitor in Ambrose. It's not really surprising. Drifters come from all walks of life, it's bound to bring in a creep or two. Vincent is reluctant to let you help in their schemes, even if they're flattered and touched you'd be willing to. Really, it'd be Bo that encourages it. Which always puts Vincent on high alert when visitors come into Ambrose.
Vincent values you more than they can usually express thanks to their limited speech. However, he often pours how he feels into drawings or poems about you. He's a hardcore hopeless romantic, likes consuming the old classics in romantic literature, and tries to convey his adoration like that. They could never fathom being the type of guy that shouts at others across a street. He finds it both disgusting and tactless.
Now that becomes a whole new set of emotions when it becomes applied to you. Vincent may appear more composed and calm out of the three brothers, but he holds just as much murderous rage as the other two. He can be ruthless, and merciless. When someone is a threat to those they care about? There is no hesitation, he goes for the kill. There won't be any fanfare when the person who wronged you dies.
Vincent was always wary about you helping in the small town, kind-hearted southerners act that Bo & Lester pulled. But, you insisted you wanted to help and Bo made the point that it would help sell it all better. So, after a lot of convincing, he lamented. So, you fell into a routine with the other two brothers. Most days you still stayed inside the Sinclair home, where Vincent was most comfortable with you being. Filling time with chores or a hobby. Visitors really weren't all that common in Ambrose, which made sense, it wasn't even on the map anymore.
However, when Lester called in a visitor, Bo would ask you to head down to look busy in the town. Most of the time it was where you'd act like you were cleaning or carrying something around. Today was no different. Lester called in a group of four young men, probably in their college years, heading into town for the standard. A fanbelt. You left your chore of dirty dishes to clean the station, which was actually cleaning it, rather than faking it. Bo never properly thanked you for it but you knew he was grateful. Vincent would be somewhere nearby no doubt, they always watched you closely, wanting to ensure your safety 24/7.
That was why you felt no fear when the new voices came from outside. You were certain you'd be safe. Either these men would die at the hand of Vincent's knives or they'd die with a blast from Bo's shotgun. You put on the sickeningly sweet fake smile that all customer service people had when the bell above the door rang. "Good morning! Welcome to Ambrose, what can I do for y'all?" You asked kindly. It was still a strange effect. Talking to people you knew were about to die, even if they weren't aware of it. Though it was now less disturbing and more so fascinating.
They meandered up to the small counter. "We're looking for an eighteen-inch fanbelt." One said. "Or ya know, your number would be just as good." You fought the urge to sneer in disgust. "Well, I think we can get you that fanbelt. We just got a few eighteen's in a few days back, just haven't hung them up yet. I can go get'em right now." You said in a cordial tone. Bo was up in the church. Vincent was somewhere, but you couldn't be sure where, if he was close enough to see what was happening. Admittedly, it was a bit nerve-racking to be basically alone with four men you didn't know. The young man's friend snickered and nudged him at your subtle rejection. "That's cool. When we get my car fixed, how bout we take you out somewhere?" He persisted.
You fought off an intense eye roll. "I'm taken, thank you. Let's just get you that fanbelt." You repeated, frowning when one of the strangers moved to block the entrance to behind the counter. "Well he ain't here, he doesn't have to know." The first one spoke. You let your frustration show on your face finally. "They would know because I'd tell them. I don't want anything to do with any of you, I'm taken. You can either pay for the fanbelt and leave, or you can leave empty-handed. Those are your options." You hissed, voice sharp and shoulders tensed up. "Ooo, fiesty. That's how you like'em, right Bryce?"
It was shockingly fast as it all happened. The main one, Bryce apparently, went to speak. But all that came out were blood-filled chokes as a long knife blade emerged from his esophagus. How none of them had seen Vincent approaching, you weren't sure. He always had a miraculous ability to sneak around silently, sometimes they used it to startle you, when in a playful mood. Unlike now, in which they used this ability to murder sadistically. You quickly ducked behind the counter as he went for the second one. Vincent was deceiving in his hobbies. You watched him delicately carve and smooth out details in wax, cautiously placed strokes of paint, lovingly and patiently creating artwork on sketch paper, canvas, and sometimes on your skin. Yet they were far from a delicate being. This proved it. You waited as a few guttural screams left the victims, followed by the squelching of muscle being pierced by steel.
You waited until you heard even boot steps come close to the counter. You lifted your chin to gaze up at the wax mask you came to adore, surrounded by long locks of black hair. He tilted his head slightly as he looked at you, leaned over the counter, hands a mess with blood. You gave a smile. "Thank you, love." You moved to stand on your knees and peck the forehead of his mask. They exhaled through their nose and gave a little nod. "We should get back home, Bo's gonna be real pissy when he sees the mess you made in his shop." You said fondly, making Vincent nod slowly.
Lester Sinclair
Lester is the most…”sane” out of the three brothers. That doesn’t mean he’s normal, but he plays it the best. Lester is the most likely to handle things like your average person, he goes into public more often, he’s the most extroverted. Etc etc.
He is also the least aggressive. Outwardly, at least. Lester will hesitate and stop himself from doing things like fighting people. He has the most restraint. However, this doesn’t mean he has any less rage than his brothers, it’s just better hidden. He can smile in the face of something that’s making him livid. It’s a little scary sometimes, just how well he’s able to fool others into thinking he’s not angry. When internally, he could be tearing them limb from limb.
One of Lester’s biggest rage triggers? The disrespect of those close to him. (In my pre-movie lore, it’s Victor’s treatment of Bo & Vincent that gets Lester to kill him.) He takes very seriously. He’ll approach most situations with the intent to diffuse or redirect attention. This doesn’t always work though, nor is it always it an option. Someone shouting something lewd at you from across the street will have Lester seeing red, even if he can hold off. In public, he knows better. He’s not as blatant as Bo, he gets into less trouble because of it, he knows not to start a physical fight because it draws to much attention. So he’ll lead you away and shield you. He’s not as confrontational.
But, this does not mean that he won’t act when given the opportunity. If he can manage to find the person off on their own, even if it’s months after the incident, they’ll be found mysteriously beaten beyond recognition. Without anything left but DNA samples to confirm who the body is. Or perhaps Lester will make them unrecognizable from the gore of the roadkill put. He will never bring them to his brothers because he doesn’t want them used in art. Even if Lester’s art isn’t anything like Vincent’s, he takes the concept of art very seriously. Someone who makes you uncomfortable, insecure, upset in any way? They are not worthy of art. And they most certainly aren’t worthy of breathing the same air you do, that’s how Lester feels. He doesn’t make a spectacle of it. But he is ruthless, in a way, it’s an art form in itself with just how meticulously he’ll tear them apart. Hence why his typical breezy demeanor can be so…misleading.
You and Lester didn’t often get a chance to go out on the town. It wasn’t a problem of distance from the city or a result of antisocial behavior. More often than not, it was just because Lester’s job could be taxing on the body. Lugging around dead animals wasn’t exactly easy. After all, some kinds of deer could weigh up to two-hundred pounds. Not to mention the mental aspect. Lester was an animal lover, even if fascinated by death. Picking up deer, birds, and wild rabbits didn’t bother him as much. But every once and a while, he’d come home and immediately seek you out for a hug, all because he had to put a deceased dog or kitten in the pile of corpses near Ambrose. He was a hard working man. Despite his energetic personality, he rarely had the energy for dates outside of the home, even if he tried to do so frequently. Regardless of you saying several times that you were fine with staying home.
Lester was an extrovert. He enjoyed social atmospheres, even if he didn’t go out of his way to talk to every individual he could. He liked focusing on you when out. Listening to you talk about whatever you wanted, occasionally joining in to give an opinion or extended rants about his own likes. He especially liked when you’d both land on a topic enjoyed between you two. He also enjoyed walking during Summer nights, passing busy bars and clubs, enjoying the lessened humidity and the hum of neon signs.
He wasn’t the most intimidating man, but just him being there tended to ensure you weren’t in any danger. He’d proven to you before that he was more than capable of keeping you safe. Aside from that, it was just helpful to not be walking alone in the dark. It often worked well! Though there were those occasional times where someone just didn’t seem to care. “Hey sweetheart, how bout you bring that nice ass over here and give daddy a better look at’cha!” The voice was slurred and masculine. Distant from across the street. At first, you and Lester didn’t even think it was aimed at you. So, though disgusted, you were particularly concerned and kept walking. Until the drunken man called out again. “Ay, I’m talkin’ to you! C’mon baby, ditch your pal and lemme show you a real lay!” He called again. Now it was abundantly clear he was talking to you. You felt Lester’s hand slightly tighten on your shoulder as his face fell.
It was always an odd effect when Lester’s face grew serious and upset. He tended to have a natural scowl when focused, but you were more used to him smiling. This face wasn’t like the one you’d see when he was wrapped up in a task. It seemed like a normal expression on first glance, not pleasant but not abnormal either. It was his eyes that made it so uncomfortable. Deadpan and intense, blue-like green suddenly so sharp it could pierce the air. Freakishly calm. You placed your hand over his which rested on your shoulder as Lester took the man’s physique & face into memory.
He wasn’t good with numbers or letters, but he was excellent at remembering faces. A useful skill. He stopped his stare down when you softly said his name however, face softening slightly. “Ignore him. We can just go home, he won’t try anything.” You reassured. Lester swallowed and glanced back at the drunken stranger. “Don’t mean he should get away with it. Bein’ so fuckin’ rude. Even my ma taught me better than that.” He huffed. “I know, but really, I’m okay. You’re okay. Let’s just enjoy the rest of tonight.” Your words got him to nod and walk a bit faster with you. But, he did not forget the moment, nor the man.
It was a week later when you were taking a momentary break from laundry to check the news that you were caught off guard. Folding one or Lester’s pyjama shirts, the anchor began speaking of a body found in Pearl River. The station wasn’t shy about stating the details.
“We just got information about the body of a man found in Pearl River. Uh, as you can see, there’s a lot of officers out there trying to get as much info as they can. We don’t know the identity of our victim, but we do know that he is a Caucasian male, estimated at about five foot eight. The cause of death has not been technically confirmed but the report includes a lot of injuries. About twenty eight stab wounds, broken ribs and a battered face. We can’t show it here but it’s safe to say that this man’s face is…well, it’s essentially just gone. We’re unclear when his body appeared in the river and so far a murder weapon has not been located.”
You blinked at the screen and slowly turned your head. Lester stood in his Lazy-Sunday clothes, which consisted of an old AC/DC shirt he stole from Bo as a teen and a pair of pyjama pants with small beetles & bees printed over them. Holding the a mug Vincent crafted out of clay, full of warm coffee. He leaned on the doorframe and kept a hand in his pocket, the other raising his drink so he could sip the caffeinated beverage, watching the screen with a familiar expression. “Lester.” He glanced over at you. “Would you happen to know anything about that man in the river?” Though your voice was quiet, he knew better. He smiled jovially. “Not a clue, but who knows,” he shrugged.
“Maybe he had it comin’ to him.”
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas adores you. I just have to make that clear. The fact you’re with him is something that always sends him for a loop, and he utterly adores your entire existence. This is why he takes protecting you very seriously. Be it from everyday things like the rain, a sickness, flying insects. Or be it from people. He’s protective, that’s no secret. It’s why he’s known as “the guard dog” of the Hewitt Family in a way. Not only is he big, imposing, and powerful, but he’s also got a strong sense of familial bond. When he loves something/someone enough to call them family, let alone call someone a lover, he’s going to defend them with his life.
Now, admittedly, the cat calling concept doesn’t work very well when we’re in the movie timeline. Fuller is deserted. There are very few people around to be creeps, which is a blessing and funnily enough a curse. Given those creeps would turn out to be steaks if they were around. So, for the sake of it, let’s say you’re with Thomas before the meat plant shuts down and when Fuller is still a working small town. In this case, there is no shortage of assholes willing to say the first thing that comes to mind. Take it from me, old Southerners, especially old Southern men, will not hold off saying they first thing that comes to mind. No matter how vulgar.
When someone makes a disrespectful comment about you, even if not shouted at you or intended for you to hear at all, if Thomas hears it, it’s going to be an issue. He thinks of you like a godsend. No matter how much of an asshole you may think you are or how chaotic your personality is. You are his angel, period. So when Thomas hears residents mutter lewd comments about you, that alone is enough to send him into a rage. He’s a calm man until certain buttons are pressed. The conundrum of being a gentle soul with anger issues is something Thomas understands well.
Now, Hell forbid someone make you uncomfortable by saying things like this to your face. And Heaven prohibit someone do something more than just a comment. The wrong set of words and actions can make Thomas revolt to murder, if he’s not stopped of course. That’s something you’ll have to do if you don’t want your sweetheart shot by police or thrown in a cell. He’ll still make it clear that you are to be respected. If he has to send that message by breaking an old man’s face? He will. (Oh, and while he won’t resolve to physical violence for Hoyt and/or Monty, he will still make them shit their pants in fear if they make such comments.)
Thomas hated going into town for anything other than work. Plain and simple, people were cruel, they always had been. It’s why it shocked everyone so much when word got out that Tommy got himself someone special. Hell, even Thomas himself was shocked when someone expressed interest in him. In all honesty, your flirting had gone right over his head, mistaken for plain kindness. Though, that alone got him to fall for you, so it worked out anyway. Victory was victory even if it didn’t go as planned. Luda Mae was very happy to learn that her baby had someone interested in him, even if the Hewitts were wary of anyone that wasn’t family. It wasn’t necessarily easy for you to gain their trust, and often times you wondered if you actually succeeded or not, but you managed to be placed in a spot somewhere in their family.
Luda wasn’t going to turn down your help either. When you offered to accompany Thomas for errands, she didn’t hesitate to accept. She wouldn’t admit it yet, but she was getting older, and the more she moved the more she was reminded of that fact. Thomas did heavy lifting jobs. You always insisting on helping, even if he could easily handle it on his own. Still, your presence was never unwelcome by him. He’d keep you at his side 24/7 if possible. He watched fondly as you went about checking your list of things you’d need to bring back. As well as keeping track of your budget. You bent slightly to grab something off a lower shelf in the store you both stood in, muttering right Thomas about the next aisle you’d be going to. Both you and him were alerted to your surroundings when a sharp whistle hit your ears.
You stood and looked towards the source behind you. Two men, roughly your age, maybe a few years younger than Thomas. They chuckled and nudged each other. Your face flushed with a mix of rage and embarrassment when you realized the whistle was directed at you, for your ass, presumably. You huffed as you dropped the item in the cart. “Hey Tommy, you outta send that piece of ass my way, I can show’em a good time!” One grinned. Naturally, you scowled, beyond repulsed. You shook your head and went to move away. However, Thomas didn’t, and that’s what prompted you to stop and look at him. His face showed nothing but disdain. A perfect depiction of wrath. A far departure from your usual blank faced but soft eyed man. “Thomas?” You whispered.
“What? That piss you off, freak? C’mon, Hewitt, you and I both know I can show your pretty lil doll a better time than you.” The young man pressed. You scoffed, only to have your expression drop when you saw Thomas leave his spot beside you. Approaching the vulgar idiots in large strides. It was something so quick, it almost gave you whiplash. Just three minutes ago, Thomas was gazing at you with the gentleness of cloud fluff as he helped you get things off shelves. Now you watched him begin to bludgeon the individual who felt it necessary to comment on your body. The cracking of bone, the clatter of flying teeth, and then dripping of blood. You watched in awe and, admittedly, some morbid fascination. Before it hit you that Thomas wasn’t going to stop on his own.
You approached quickly and placed your hands on Thomas’s shoulders, tugging slightly. “Thomas! Tommy, baby stop! You’ll kill him and then you’ll get in trouble!” You pleaded. He glanced up at you. “Just leave him, you’ve done enough damage.” He glanced at the boy, who was crying and incoherently groaning in pain, occasionally muttering a call for his mother. The brunet stood to his full hulking height. You exhaled in relief and hugged his arm, pulling him away. You rushed to get out of the store with your items before anyone noticed the bleeding man on the floor. Thomas held into some residual anger as you loaded Luda Mae’s truck. You both settled into the three seater cabin of the blue pick-up.
Thomas ground his molar teeth together as he picked at a seam in his pants. He jolted when he felt a careful peck on his cheek, just above his mask. He looked at you. Honestly, confused by your gentle smile. “Thank you, sweetheart. You defended me today.” Your tone made his chest clench. He nodded with an acknowledging hum. He felt better knowing you weren’t upset with him for his outburst, sighing in relief while you started the car. “Besides, I could get used to seeing you whoop ass for me. Since you look so sexy doing it.” You laughed at his sudden wide eyes and jolt at your comment, grinning at the blush it formed. He looked away from you but rested his hand on your thigh casually as you began driving.
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I got an idea from the child reader request.
Like the same wolf in sheep's clothing concept but like FULL SWEET TO DARK PERSONALITY.
Wanna hear?
So basically child reader is like cute and innocent at first sight but IS A TOTAL DEMON, Having a very dark sense of humor, Sometimes out of nowhere walk up to someone of the gang and threaten to gouge out their eyes while they sleep, they are always with an cute expression but turns out that they like to cause chaos and havoc just like Jax but in a more creepy way.
For example, SOMEHOW reader is caught hanging from the ceilling scaring the fuck out of gangle just because its fun. Or staying in the dark waiting for someone so they can jumpscare them.
Basically child reader uses their cute-kid as an advantage to scare others off.
TADC x child!reader who is a menace! (platonic)
wasnt quite sure what to title this so!! some segments may be shorter than others since im still trying to get a hand of writing/coming up with ideas for certain characters (cough cough gangle) (i love her sm but shes so hard for me to write idk why)
hope you enjoy!
majority of this post is just me tormenting the cast TToTT
CAINE:
oh my god you kind of remind him of bubble but more... flkmddlvm
makes a time out rule when you keep making threats to the other circus members, that behavior is not family friendly!
he might even consider trying to go into the code and censoring your common phrases as well as some other words, if he has the capabilities for that
still tries to be a dad to you, though, wants to be a good role model and guide you in the right direction for the sake of everyone else
the first time you say something... morbid to him he just
slack jawed, stares at you before shaking himself back to reality and just
bro is astonished he was not ready to hear that today, let alone hear it from a small child
POMNI:
you know how in the other post with a child!reader i mention that pomni is vaguely uncomfortable around kids since she knows they can dish out some real cruelty
take this idea and multiply it by 10x
actually looks like that one sad spongebob meme with the big eyes and tear when shes put in charge of keeping an eye on you during an in house adventure
meek attempt to get you to behave
not much to say here imo, since its like an amped up version of the last post :O
JAX:
makes a joke about how youre already entering your edgy phase, he now has to watch his back lest some of his digital fur be shaved off
fear does not come close to describing how he feels when he discovers that you somehow found keys to some peoples rooms. he hopes you dont have a key to his room
and he thought he was hot shit, but no some random kid makes him fear the consequences of his actions
is this his punishment for his constant bullshit? what did he do in particular to deserve this?
instinctively looks up at the ceiling when he enters a room to make sure youre not about to drop on him
congrats, youve instilled fear into the funny rabbit
RAGATHA:
the 'nightmare kid' thing some babysitters go through at least once in their life, but instead of tantrums and such its just you talking about how you sometimes tear apart the dolls that came with your room. to the doll person
very uncomfortable by a lot of the stuff you casually say, even more so because its coming from a kid. though i think she would be uncomfortably be talk like that in general
SWEARS that one day shes going to blink and youll suddenly be right next to her or within her proximity
like on one hand she wants to try to guide you to be less dark, like caine, but i think she would need someone to back her up because she cannot get the image of the torn up dolls out of her head
KINGER:
poor man
like even if the things you said were empty threats, he would be scared shitless
if he isnt already in his fort, hes retreating to it the second he sees you around
kind of funny since kinger is in his late late 40s and youre a kid and hes terrified of you
anyways
less of a discomfort thing and more so scared that youre going to go through with the things you say
he walked into the common area one day and saw you literally crawling across the walls, he was with gangle when he saw it. you see his irises of his eyes shrink
doesnt even bother going to his fort, which is under where you currently are
he just
slowly
backs away, he can find refuge in his room... unless you have a key to his room
ZOOBLE:
less discomfort more annoyance with zooble, i think that while she would find it funny when a kid swears she finds people talking like that to be cringe; kid or not
the only one who isnt really scared of you. sure you threaten to disassemble them constantly and hide their pieces across the grounds to assure they can never be whole again, but they're just internally cringing while you try to make them turn away
in a weird way you two create an odd dynamic where you just go on and zooble just halfway listens, you kinda just talk at them
like while caine tries to be your dad, and ragatha tries to be.. something.. zooble is like a weird 'friend'
probably has the most potential to become a friend and get you to chill, but thats just based on my experience
like if its an attention/reaction thing, zooble isnt going to give it to you, which kind of. ruins the point of it for you, and you just
stop, or at least tone it down over time
or maybe thats just me seeing zooble having the potential to be an older sibling figure
GANGLE:
the gif is gangle when you get your hands on her
i understand that she cries easily, but like, you have probably made her cry at least once either on accident or on purpose
i think shes one of the few characters out of the cast who would probably start avoiding you for the sake of her emotional state, but she would feel bad about it since at the end of the day you're a kid
refuses to go anywhere near you when her comedy mask is broken, because otherwise shes a glum mess
you know how in poppee the performer, kedamono's mask sometimes just. pops off when he gets scared or surprised (well it happens regardless of expression/mood but yk)
gangle does that when she sees you LITERALLY CRAWLING ON THE WALLS LIKE A BUG
how are you even doing that
she doesnt wanna know, actually
"imma tie you up double knotted style" *high pitched crying*
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Birthday Yandere!William Afton X Reader
I smiled as I walked down the sidewalk to my older sister’s work. She had forgotten her lunch because she was helping our younger brother get ready for school. We had all woken up a bit late, so we rushed Isaac out the door before Trish headed out. I’ll admit it was rough with my sister at work, my brother at school and me taking care of the trailer; we never really got time off to spend with each other. That’s why I was happy to bring Trish her lunch, it would finally give us a chance to chat for a minute or two.
It took me a few more minutes to walk the rest of the sidewalk before reaching the parking lot. Before me stood the only pizzeria in town: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It was quite the spectacle even now and was very popular for children’s birthday parties. Trish and I had taken Isaac there for his birthday and he absolutely had a blast. I mean what was there not to love? It had an arcade, pretty good pizza, and singing animatronics! I had never seen anything like that before, it was just so fascinating.
I opened the front door and a little bell went off as I did. Standing by the host desk, I waited for someone to direct me to my sister. “Oh, hello there, Y/n! It’s a pleasure to see you again!”
I looked up to see Henry, one of the owners. Henry was such a nice man. He would watch Isaac and I while we waited for Trish to finish her shift sometimes. He just looked like a teddy bear with his chubby appearance, blonde curly hair and beard, and those black thick rimmed glasses. “Hiya, Henry! Trish forgot her lunch, so I was just delivering it.”
“Oh yeah, of course. She’s a bit busy right now. We had a lunch rush. If you would like, you can wait in the arcade and I can direct her when she has some free time.”
“That would be great. Thanks, Henry!”
“Of course!”
“Mr. Emily, could you come here please”, a female called.
“Excuse me, Y/n.”
Henry walked off to go help, so I headed to the arcade. The blinking lights and loud sound effects was a bit calming to me. It was also fun to see kids be excited over 8-bit pixels. As I watched kids run around, I felt a dark presence looming behind me, almost suffocating. I looked over my shoulder to see a slim figure. I couldn’t quite identify who it was until I fully turned.
Of freaking course.
The man’s skin was a bit pale, and his brunette locks looked unkempt. While he was slim, he still had a broad figure in the shoulders and the scent of cigarette smoke was slight on his white button up. “Miss Y/n, what a pleasant surprise. It’s so lovely to see you.”
Those gray eyes stared down at me, searching my face for some sort of reaction. I felt a shiver go down my spine. “What brings you here? I haven’t seen much of you lately. Or are you just trying to ignore me?”
A smirk played with the corner of his lips and I couldn’t help the gulp that went down my throat. I absolutely hated running into Mr. William Afton. He creeped me out and made me so uncomfortable. “I was bringing T-trish her lunch. S-she forgot it.”
I didn’t even bother with his other questions. If I had, who knows how Mr. Afton would have responded. “Ah, such a great sister! You know, you remind me of my dear Elizabeth. She does her best to protect Evan from Michael. She makes me so proud.”
Something sinister flickered in his eyes and I took a slight step back. “T-thank you?”
He stepped closer, his breath brushing against my face. Even that felt terrible, the brushing feeling like small claws digging into my flesh. Just as he was about to say something, Trish walked in. “There you are, Y/n! Henry said you’d be in here.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Thank God Trish came. She noticed my scared expression and grabbed my hand. Leading me away, I could feel Mr. Afton’s gaze dig into my back. “Thanks for saving me back there, Trish.”
“Of course. Mr. Afton can be a bit creepy at times.”
At times? How about all the time.
To make sure we were far enough away, Trish had walked us over by the host stand. “Now, what is it you came here for?”
“You forgot your lunch at the house again,” I lifted up the brown paper sack.
“Oh Y/n, thanks so much! I completely forgot about it!”
“I know, but you’re a busy lady.”
She gave me a kiss to the cheek. I smiled and looked beyond her shoulder. My eyes widened at seeing Mr. Afton peering through the doorway. His eyes stared at my sister down with such disgust. If looks could kill, she’d be bleeding profusely on the checkered floor. “Well, I’d better get back to work. I’ll see you and Isaac later, okay?”
“Okay.”
She gave me a kiss on the forehead before taking the sack lunch, quickly sauntering off. I could still feel Mr. Afton’s gaze on me, so I left quickly out the front door.
It wasn’t until 9:00 pm till Trish came home. By then I had retrieved Isaac from school, helped him with his homework, and gotten dinner ready. The three of us sat around the small dining table, munching on some chili. Isaac told us about his school day and Trish told us about work. I just sat quietly. “You know Y/n, your birthday is coming up here in a few weeks. Do you know what you want for a present yet?”
“No and you don’t have to worry. Just being with you two will make me happy.”
“But Y/n”, Isaac replied, “it’s your birthday! You deserve the world!”
I lightly smiled. They were always so sweet to me, but I really didn’t need anything. Quality time with them would be just enough. “At least think it over, okay? Isaac and I want to get you something.”
Trish set her hand on top of mine, giving it a light squeeze.
“Okay.” I only said that to please them.
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After we finished eating, we cleaned up dinner. The rest of the night we played a couple rounds of cards before heading to bed.
The next couple of weeks went by normally. Trish and Isaac kept asking about what I wanted for my birthday and I always gave the same response. A couple of times I had to go to Freddy’s to give Trish something. During those visits Mr. Afton was being creepy again.
His silver eyes seemed softer around me compared to the harshness they held for his employees.
His hands would linger on my shoulder, his touch light and gentle.
I never seeked him out but he always found me in the restaurant. It felt like we had a red string of fate connected to us and he tugged until he was near.
He even suggested I work at the pizzeria, but I immediately turned him down. No way was I going to work alongside him and his creepy behavior.
He just made me feel sick.
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Time flew by and soon enough it was my birthday. The morning was spent having my favorite breakfast before we headed to the park. We walked around a bit and just had fun. At some point Trish had to leave to get something for later tonight (probably a cake), so Isaac and I headed back to the house. We played some card games, board games, watched TV and read together.
The hours ticked by and while we had fun, we hadn’t heard from Trish. I was starting to get worried. Freddy’s wasn’t too far from our house and she always called when she was on her way home. No, something must have happened.
“Isaac, I want you to stay here. I’m going to go look for Trish.”
“But I want to come with!”
“Somebody needs to be here in case she calls. Can you do that for me?”
He nodded. “Good. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I gave him a kiss to the forehead and quickly threw on some shoes. Heading out the door, I went as fast as I could to the pizzeria. Please let Trish be okay! Please!
I threw open the front door and skidded to a stop in the middle of the dining room. “Trish! Trish, where are you?!”
Suddenly, the eerie tune of Happy Birthday carried through the halls. I whipped my head around when I heard footsteps, my eyes widening when I saw a yellow rabbit headed right for me. I tried to move but as soon as I did the bunny grasped my hand, tugging me down the hall. “H-hey! Let go of me! Trish! Trish!”
I was dragged down a dim hallway, yelling at this thing to let me go. It opened a door and suddenly we were in a backroom of the restaurant. I was slightly pushed into the room, the door locking behind us. Even though I was frightened of what the rabbit would do, I forced myself to look around the room.
I really wish I hadn’t.
The room had been decorated for a birthday party. Streamers and balloons hung from every possible place; a birthday sign hung on the wall; a small table with a festive cloth sat in the middle with a birthday cake. The candles were lit and sitting next to it was my sister. Her head was tilted towards her chest and her hair blocked her face. “TRISH!”
I ran over and lifted her head up.
My eyes widened.
My breath caught in my throat.
My hands shook.
I let out a shrill scream.
Across Trish’s neck was a deep cut, thick blood running down the front of her shirt. Her eyes were glassed over and she looked like she was in pain. A dark chuckle made me look at the yellow bunny and that’s when I saw the blood stains. “Y-you! How could you?! Show yourself!”
And so it did. The thick gloved hands unclipped the grotesque cartoon head and pulled up.
I could have died right there.
Standing in front of me with a wide grin was Mr. Afton.
“Surprise~”
“I-I-”
“Speechless? No matter. There will be plenty of time for us to talk, my dear.”
“W-what do you mean? Why did you kill Trish? She never did anything to you!”
He looked offended at that comment. “Of course she did. She kept us apart. Can’t you see? We belong together. After all, I put so much effort into this relationship so far. I’d hate for my flirtation to go to waste.”
I gasped.
No.
No way was this murderer and I meant to be together!
I ran for the door but Mr. Afton pulled me into a tight embrace against his costume. I screamed and struggled in his grip. He just held tight. “I see you are not in the mood for a party right now. That’s okay. We can have our own celebration at home.”
“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”
“Sorry about this, love.”
“Wha-”
My head was thrust at the wall and suddenly pain shot through my skull. The room was spinning and soon I blacked out.
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I groaned as my eyes slowly opened. My head was just pounding and the cool cloth on my head was nice. “Finally starting to wake, my dear?”
I peered to my left and saw Mr. Afton sitting in a chair next to the bed I was on top of. He was out of the horrid costume and was now sporting a dark purple dress shirt and dark gray striped pants. “W-where am I?”
“Home.” He let his fingers stroke the top of my forehead into my scalp.
I whined and tried to move away but the mad man was quick to grab me. He held me down and in my blurry state I tried to get away. “There’s no point in escaping, my love. You are mine and I am yours. We’re going to be together forever.”
“N-no! I don’t want that!”
“You’ll get used to it, my dear.”
“Mr. Afton-”
“Call me William. After all, we're past the formalities phase.”
With that he leaned down and gave my cheek a kiss. I threw my head to the right, not wanting to look at him. However, his fingers wrapped around my chin and forced my head back to him. “I’m being very generous, love.”
That woke me up.
“Generous? Generous?! You made advances towards me when I made no indication I liked you. Y-you killed my sister for God’s sake!”
I thrashed around and William had to hold me down tighter. “Let go!”
“Come now, darling. Behave. It’s still your birthday, don’t you want to celebrate?”
“Not with you! I hate you! I hate you, William!”
A deep smirk set on his face and his eyes softened. “I love it when you say my name.”
He leaned down and kissed my lips. I struggled against him and bit his lip. He pulled back and licked lip, the blood going into his mouth. He smiled wide.
“Happy Birthday, soon to be Mrs. Afton.”
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tom and bill being protective because of a creepy interviewer
PROTECTIVE
★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: tom and bill protect you during an uncomfortable interview.
★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: sexual harassment?? some swearing
★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hope you like it 😊 guys my birthday’s next week omggg
you and you band were scheduled to be on a show with an infamous interviewer. you’ve heard things about him and how he treats female guests differently. you talked to your manager about not wanting to be interviewed but she couldn’t change the schedule and the others couldn’t really do anything either. you begged and pleaded but the schedule was set in stone.
the day of the interview came and you were talking about your discomfort with it to the others on the car ride there. “i just hope he doesn’t say anything bad to me,” you said. “don’t worry ______, if he does we’ll defend you,” bill said while laughing. “yeah. i’m strong, i got this,” gustav said as he started flexing his muscles. you all laughed but you still couldn’t brush the feeling away.
you guys made it on set, and met with the interviewer. immediately you were uncomfortable by the way he looked at you and the others could see your discomfort by your behavior. he introduced himself and he already seemed like an asshole. “it’s very nice to meet you,” bill said before sitting down. the interview started shortly after mic checks and rehearsals.
“so, ______ before we start the interview i just want to say you have amazing breast,” he said. you gave him a blank stare, not knowing what to say as the others laughed off the awkwardness. you looked around wanting to leave already as he started with the next question. “you have a nice figure too, your clothes it your body so well,” he added. at this point you were trying hard not to cry as the others laughed, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.
“i don’t think my body is something you should be focused on,” you finally replied, trying to defend yourself. “well why not? it’s amazing,” he said again. you were gagged at this point not knowing what else to say to him. you looked at your manager from behind the set, motioning for her to do something. it was unfair how he was only targeting you with these uncomfortable questions and not the boys.
he continued talking again, breaking the silence but now asking very personal questions about your life, which made things worse. he talked about your mother who recently passed away and that hit you like a train. your face felt hot and the others looked worried.
“how do you know about that?” you asked the interviewer. your mothers passing was very private and only family and the band knew about it. “paparazzi photos of you were released from the funeral,” he said. you now wanted to punch him more than anything as you let out a sigh.
“can’t we get any privacy?” you asked. “were humans too,” you continued. “i mean i wouldn’t leave you alone either, especially since you have an amazing body,” he said, looking at you up and down. you swear you threw up a little in your mouth. “what’s wrong with you man?” asked tom. the interviewer went silent.
you got up to leave as you heard bill saying something. “shouldn’t you be worrying about your own private life?” he asked the interviewer. “yeah, it’s also really none of your business what ______ does,” tom added. “and why are you talking about her body? you’re like 100 years older than her,” bill continued. “and her mothers passing was very recent, read the room man,” tom said before leaving, the others followed you backstage before giving the interviewer a middle finger.
when you got back stage, you let it all out and started bawling, feeling so disgusted and objectified. tom ran to catch up with you and gave you a hug. “you’re all right now, i’m sorry it took us so long to say something,” he whispered in your ear. you felt so comforted as you hugged him back. the others caught up to you two and your manger came as well. “i’m sorry you had to go through that ______” said gustav as they all came and hugged you.
“thanks guys,” you let out with a quiet tone. “can we get out of here now?” you asked as you pulled away from the hug. “yeah let’s go,” said your mangager. the next day, the interviewer got his show cancelled and you were more than happy.
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Meddle About (e.w x reader)
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warning: SMUT (MDNI), severe language, homophobia, getting high, use of the d-slur (only 2 times) and slüt shaming. This is very rough so read at your own risk.
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p.s: yes, this is inspired by “Meddle About” by Chase Atlantic.
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It was fucking smelly. The air that surrounded the bar smelled like sex, alcohol, and weed. But what do you expect from a place like this right?
You dressed up. You were with your friends and you were having the time of your life. You had just gotten broken up with, and you wanted to have fun instead of crying the shit out of your eyes in the darkest corner of your room. You won’t be vulnerable, not this time atleast. You wanted to look hot, and you wanted to get lucky. You were just waiting for the right hot guy that would get you on your fucking knees. But ofcourse, you just had to get the creepy ones.
“Hey pretty lady.” A man around his mid 20s hollered at you. Standing close to you as you were sat in the front-bar, waiting for your drink. You looked at him and smiled, clearly not interested. He wasn’t your type, he looked high and busted as shit. “What is a fine woman doing here all alone?” The man said leaning against the counter, looking at you closely. He furrowed his eyebrows, not getting the attention he wanted. “Look, i’m just here for a fun time. Yeah? Come on dance with me.” He said nudging your shoulder as you pulled your hands away. “No thank you.” You said nonchalantly. “Look, you’re lucky enough that i’m hitting on you right now. You came here looking like a slut and you don’t expect to get hit on? Come on now.” He laughed putting a hand on your waist, a tight grip that you couldn’t get yourself out of. You resisted, screaming as you tried to pull away from his touch.
Then suddenly, you felt the firm grip fade away. The absence leaving you shocked as you looked down seeing the man on the floor, caressing his head as he got hit on the face. You looked beside you as you saw a very attractive young woman. Her eyebrows furrowed, her fists clenched, and strands of her auburn-hair lost on her face. “She said no. Leave her the fuck alone, man.” The auburn-haired girl spoke. Venom laced with her tone as she glared at the guy ass-flat on the floor. “Who the fuck are you?” The man stood up, walking face-to-face with the auburn-haired girl. You were terrified, but really amused at how the girl didn’t even flinch when he moved closer to her. “Don’t fucking even move an inch close to my woman ever again.” The girl said grabbing your arm, tempting to walk out. “WHAT ARE YOU? SOME DYKE?” The man screamed. You gulped as you felt the girl stop in her tracks, turning around and rushing to the man. Pointing her fingers at him. “The fuck did you just say?” Bouncers immediately rushed to the scene, pulling off the woman who was beating up the poor man.
“Come. The name’s Ellie.” Ellie smiled at you as she grabbed your hand, leading you outside of the bar. The cold air hit you face as Ellie slammed the door open, clearly pissed with her current encounter. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I saw you from afar and you were clearly so uncomfortable.” The light shined on her face, you observed every single detail she had. Her eyebrows slit, her mouth a little red and plump because of the punches thrown, and her freckles that were placed neatly against her cheeks. “Thank you.” You said weakly, your body still in shock from the attempted assault. “I could leave you alone right now. But I really don’t want to. You seem scarred.” Ellie spoke, hesitation evident as she was rubbing her nape. Embarassed of the way she introduced herself to you.
“Please stay just for a bit.” You smiled, sitting at the curb in front of the bar. “Sure.” Ellie said sitting beside you. You both sat in silence a bit. Relaxing as the cold air blew in your direction. You heard the noises of shuffling. You looked beside you as you saw Ellie placed a cigar between her lips, lighting it up as she took a long drag. “Here, this will make it better.” She said taking the cigar out of her lips and passing it over to you. “Thanks” You said taking it out of her hands, taking an exaggerated drag yourself. For what it’s worth, it did really help though. “This tastes fucking amazing.” You commented, earning a laugh from Ellie. “I mean cigars does taste amazing especially when you’re stressed.” You nodded. Scootching closer to Ellie, “You just called me your woman earlier.” You said as Ellie’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I thought he would stop if I told him that we were together. But he just took that chance to be homophobic.” Ellie clicked her tongue. “Fucking bigots.” You laughed as you gave her the cigar, “Now it’s your turn.” You huffed. “I have something better?” Ellie leaned back, her hands supporting her from behind as she swayed her head over to your direction. You raised your eyebrows. “What’s that?”
“Follow me.” Ellie stood up enthusiastically. Clearly excited. “How do I know that you’re not some human-trafficker?” You spoke, clearly doubtful if you should really trust a woman that you had just met 30 minutes ago. “I guess you’ll never know.” Ellie smirked, eventually stopping as she realized that you took that seriously. “Oh- God no. I’m not don’t fucking worry. Here.” Ellie said throwing you a bag of rolled weed that came out of her car. Your eyes widened. “Oh, this shit’s good.” You smirked as Ellie leaned at the trunk of her car. “I know.” Ellie said taking a roll for herself.
“Here” she said lighting yours with her own. “So, what brings you here? Not that i’m trying to pry.” Ellie mumbled, holding eye-contact with you as she took a long drag of the weed. You smiled as you took a drag yourself. “I just got broken up with. Wanted to have some fun. You?” You stated. Putting on a facade that you weren’t negatively affected by the circumstances. “If i’m being completely transparent.. Tryna fuck. You know how it is.” Ellie chuckled. You froze, feeling the heat raise from your body to your cheeks. “Uh-oh. That got you fucked up didn’t it?” Ellie asked, walking closer to you. Stopping with only an inch apart from you two. “Oh please” You uttered sarcastically, the rolled cannabis still in between your lips. Ellie laughed as she threw her rolled goods on the ground and stomped on it. You looked at her with confusion. You gasped as her two fingers got in between the paper, pulling it out of your lips and now putting it in between hers. “It tastes a lot better with your lipstick on it.” Ellie said. “You know what tastes a lot better?” You giggled. Slowly wrapping your arms around her neck. “Yeah? What?” Ellie inhaled, taking a long drag once again. You bit your lip, feeling Ellie’s hands snake around your waist. You leaned closer, whispering in Ellie’s ear. “Me” you stated, kissing Ellie’s ears. Ellie scoffed as she pulled you out of her neck as she was now face to face with you. “Open your mouth.” Ellie ordered, you complied. Your mouth shaped in to an ‘O’. Ellie leaned closer, her lips grazing yours as she blew the smoke in to your mouth. You moaned as you inhaled all the smoke, huffing it out once done.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna take you back to my house so we can meddle about. That sounds good?” Ellie suggested, earning an eager nod from you. “Get in” Ellie said, patting your ass. You swiftly walked to her car and got in within a millisecond. Ellie laughed as she followed.
After a few minutes later, you both had arrived. You squeeled as Ellie carried you. You both made out in the process while Ellie tried to blindly get the door unlocked. Not making any time to pull away as your tongue felt so good against hers. A few seconds passed by and you both were finally in the apartment. “Fuck, i’ll take you right here right now.” Ellie groaned as she slammed you against the door. Your faced mushed between the wooden surface. You felt Ellie rip your dress and underwear off, hearing her mutter curses under her breath. “Arch your back, pretty.” You complied, earning a satisfied groan from her. “That’s my fucking girl.” Ellie laughed as her mouth met with your dripping cunt. You both moaned, feeling the effects of the cannabis as you both felt like you were floating and fucking surreal. It made your senses much more conscious, and you both loved it.
You moaned feeling Ellie’s tongue flick inside you, her taking you from behind made you feral. “Tastes so fucking good.” Ellie growled, giving your ass a slap. “Fuck yes, eat it just like that.” You moaned, pushing yourself near her mouth. Grinding yourself on to her face as you felt her nose graze your clit. Ellie reached around, giving you another one of her rolled goods. “Light it up baby. Get yourself high while I fuck you.” You reached for the lighter on the shelf near her door. After you lit it up, you shakily put it in between your mouth. Moaning as you felt Ellie lap up your juices. “Oh fuck” Ellie babbled, completely high of the cannabis and your juices. You moaned, inhaling the smoke that heightened your senses. Sending you over to the edge. “M’ gonna fuck you so good.” You heard Ellie muttered as she slipped a finger in. You exhaled the smoke, grinding yourself harder on to Ellie’s face. “Fuck meeee.. please fuck me.” You whined feeling Ellie’s pace intensify. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you baby?” Ellie mumbled, shaking her head as her way to scatter your juices around her mouth.
“Fuck! Ellie! Just like that please.” You screamed, your voice extremely hoarse. You gasped as you felt Ellie carry you, bringing you over to her bedroom. The rolled cannabis still in between your fingers. “Fuck! What the fuck?!” You screamed as Ellie threw you on to her bed. She laughed as she towered over you. “Give me that.” She said forcefully taking the cannabis off your hands, “Say red if you want me to stop.” Ellie ordered as she began to work on your cunt, dragging the tip of the cannabis on your thighs, burning your skin in the process. “Fuck!” You screamed at the sensation of pain and pleasure, you gripped at her sheets. The way your senses heightened did not help.
Ellie inserted another digit, completely stretching you out as she began to write her name on your thighs with the rolled Cannabis. You looked down seeing the words “Ellie Williams” in a form of a scar. “Fuck, you’re wild.” You breathed, moaning as you saw Ellie’s red puffy eyes stare at you. “Only for you baby.” Ellie said as she stood up, unbuckling her belt along with her pants. Your eyes widened as you saw the strap on, perfectly strapped around her waist. “Like it?” Ellie asked as she towered over you once again. “You really wanted some tonight, didn’t you?” You licked your lips as you looked back at Ellie, hissing as you felt the cannabis burn your waist. “Fuck!” You moaned as your head leaned back on Ellie’s pillows.
Ellie hummed as she softly grazed the tip of her dick against your slit. “Fuck you’re wet. It’s because of the pain isn’t it? Fucking slut.” Ellie scoffed as your juices coated her dick. “Oh please just- please…” You whined as you squirmed under her. Ellie rolled her eyes as she pushed the cannabis against your arms. “Shut the fuck up and wait patiently like the good girl you’re supposed to be.” You gulped. This was going to be a long night.
“Actually” Ellie paused, studying your already fucked-out face. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” Ellie ordered, slowly dragging the tip of the cannabis in between your breast and down to your belly. “I want you to fuck me hard, rough… fucking disrespect me Ellie disrespe- FUCK” You screamed as you felt Ellie pound inside you, the acceleration of her thrusts completely animalistic. “Fuck, you hear those sounds? That’s how much of a fucking whore you are.” Ellie groaned as she shoved the Cannabis near your lips. “Take a hit for me again baby, come on. I want you to act all fucking stupid for me.” You took a long puff, you started sobbing in pleasure as Ellie was abusing your spot. Showing no remorse within her expressions. “Fu-huck… Ellie please slow down!!” You screamed as you reached for her back, leaving your own scars for her to remember.
Ellie shoved further inside you, completely showing her arrogance as she further beaten up your cunt. The sloppy noises growing louder. “Say the word then. Come on. Say it.” Ellie ordered, earning a slap on your face. Interrupting your long puff. “OH FUCK! Oh pleasepleaseplease I can’t take it… IcantIcantIcant.” Your voice was hoarse, it was completely shaky. You weren’t given any chance to breathe. It’s getting hard for you to breathe out. “Just scream it out baby. It’ll be over soon.” Ellie said, her thrusts weren’t changing any rhythm. She was fucking talented. She fucked better than any man you have ever been with.
“Uh…Ho- fuck!” You babbled as you felt her deep inside you. The rolled goods falling from your lips, hitting your skin in the process as it landed on your breasts. Ellie chuckled, completely high and fucked out as she wasn’t able to comprehend or form any sentences. “You’re such a fucking slut, taking this dick like a fucking champ.” Ellie huffed as she slowed down, now focusing on how hard she fucks it in to you.
“I’m gonna… oh my god!” You muttered as you felt Ellie’s lips cup your breast. Her mouth swirling around your sensitive bud as she continued to thrust her way in to you. “Don’t fucking cum until I tell you to.” You gulped. “B-but please… i’m close. Ellie i’m so close…” you begged. “Pathetic. You’re gonna fucking take it or i’ll stop.” Ellie groaned as she gave your ass a hard slap. Leaving her hand mark for you to remember it the day after.
Ellie pulled out, the absence leaving you groaning in frustration. Ellie leaned back on the headboard as she grabbed the cannabis from your breast. “Work for it. Ride this dick.” Ellie looked at you, laughing as you wobbly crawled on to her lap. You positioned yourself as you looked at Ellie, taking a long exaggerated drag. You placed yourself on to the strap as you let your cunt slowly devour the whole entire shaft. “Fuuuckkk..” You whined as you felt yourself bouncing. “S-so good..” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ellie watched you in awe. Completely fucked out.
You started to grind on her, Ellie moaning as the strap grazed on her clit. “Fuck this. Stay still.” You complied as Ellie put out the rolled good and leaving it on her night stand. Ellie held a firm tight grip on your hips, and starting to thrust upward. Fucking up in to you. “FUCK! Ellieee… ELLIE FUCK!” You moaned her name as Ellie’s bed started to creak. The headboard banging on the wall, introducing Ellie to her neighbors. “That’s right. Fuck- say my name.” Ellie groaned as she felt like she was coming undone.
“Scream. ‘Ellie’s so good’. Come on. Scream.” Ellie’s laughter and moans mixed as she was getting off on your moans. “E-ellie’s s-so good!” You screamed as you felt your legs shake and Ellie’s hips stuttering. “Cum with me, alright?” You nodded as you and Ellie’s hips start to move in unison. “Fuck!” You both cursed as your high washed the both of you out. Ellie fell on top of you panting as your vision went black.
The night ended with you and Ellie next to eachother. In the warmth of eachother’s embrace. You never expected the night to end this way, you expected to be in bed with a handsome man right now. But fuck no. You got one even better, you always knew you liked women. And what happened today just proved that right.
The morning after came, you groaned as you felt the pain on your thighs. Seeing Ellie’s faded name on your skin. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, seeing the empty spot next to you. You laughed, thinking that it’s really weird for Ellie to leave a stranger in her own home. You looked over to the side seeing a note and on top of that was the used lit out cannabis from last night.
Off to work. Had a fun night. See you when I see you Ma. Here’s my number: xxxx-xxx-xxxx ❤️
- the dyke you fucked yesterday
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On the terrace
Summary: you were just chillin' on your hotel's terrace when you saw Gavi on the opposite teracce.
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(Sorry for my English, it's not my first language)
It was Champions League final tomorrow and you and your dance company were asked to preform at the opening ceremony. You were happy that Barcelona is playing in the final. After all you were a culer. You could preform and watch the FC Barcelona's match. Your dream came true.
Now you were sitting on your hotel's room terrace in your Gavi jersey, studying a bit for your verbal matriculation examination with your headphones on your head. You weren't listening to music but it muffled the noise outside. Meanwhile Gavi was come out of his hotel room and looked at the view but he saw something or I could say somebody else. It was you. Your face illuminated by the sunset, it was just perfect in his eyes so he decided to stare at you a little bit.
You final done with studying after an hour so you decided to continue to write your love letter for Gavi which you were writing since you were 17. You were 18 now and he was 19. Perfection. You couldn't deny the fact that you had a huge crush on him. He is cute, handsome, those beautiful eyes and his perfect smile. He was perfect in your eyes. A lot people said to you that you only like Barca beacuse of Gavi but no. You've loved it for a long time. Your favorite trio was the MSN (Messi, Suárez, Neymar). It broke your heart when it was over. You didn't plan to give Gavi the letter after the match, but you were thinking of it now. Maybe it is your only chance but it could be so creepy for him. A random fangirl gives him a love letter. A bit weird.
While you were thinking of it, you looked up a bit from your paper to see the view but you saw somebody else. You thought that you were crazy. It was impossible. Pablo Gavi was standing in front of you on the opposite terrace and he was looking at you. Exactly at you. You saw his eyes perfectly, because the street was narrow and the buildings were close to each other. Your were shocked and it was very visible on your face. He waved at you. You smiled and waved him back.
- I though you'd never look up from your books. - he shouted a bit so you could hear him.
- I'm sorry, I was focused on studying. - you shouted back. - Wait, what? What do you mean? You were watching me? - you asked with more shock on your face.
- For an hour now. But i don't mind if i can staring at beautiful girl like you in the sunset. - he answered with a smile on his face. That goddamn smile. You thought you're gonna faint. Not just because of his smile, because of his answer too. He said you are beautiful. Pablo Gavi said that you are beautiful. -Do you mind if I go to your place? - he asked what? You weren't ready for these questions but you would be the biggest idiot to reject this offer.
- Yeah sure. Why not? - you said and he was already on his way to your room. Pablo Gavi was on his way to your hotel room. You couldn't even process these actions and before you knew it he was knock on your door. You quickly run to the door and opened it. There was he. The man of your life. He was standing in front of you. You looked into his beautiful eyes and you felt like you were in heaven.
- Can I come in? - he asked because you were just standing there looking into his eyes.
- Yeah, sure. - you blushed. He came into your room and he went to the terrace and sat in a chair. You followed him and did the same then you realized that the letter was almost right in front of his eyes so you quickly covered it by putting a book on it. You had to turn back by doing this so he perfectly saw the back of your jersey. The number 6 and his name.
- I like the back of your jersey, preciosa. -he winked at you.
- Did you just call me preciosa? - you extremly blushed. He saw the back of your jersey and called you preciosa. What the hell is going on?
- Yeah, but if it makes you uncomfortable then I'll stop. - he rubbed the back of his neck.
-No no no, it doesn't make me uncomfortable. It was just unexpected. - you laughed a bit nervously. After all, Gavi called you preciosa.
- So what brings such a beautiful girl here? - he asked you looking into your eyes. You could tell that he was really curious. He knew that you were in a hotel now, so you didn't live here.
- Well, I don't think you'll believe it, but our dance company got a request to preform at the opening ceremony of the Champions League final. That's why I'm here. - you told him and now you were curious about his reaction.
- So you're not just beautiful but a dancer as well. Tell me more about your little secrets. - you giggled a bit by his reaction.
- I don't have secrets.
- Oh yes you have. Such as your name, your number or you Instagram account. Anything that keeps me in touch with you. - it was so clear what he wanted but you didn't want to believe it.
- Well, i could give them. My name is Y/N L/N and I'm from (you're country). But for my number and insta I need your phone. - you smiled at him he gave his phone to you and you wrote your number in it and search for you Instagram account. You had a few ten thousands followers. After all you were a dancer. You were a bit famous. You gave him his phone back an he immediately stalked a your insta a bit.
- Wow, you are a really succesful dancer as I see. -he scrolled down your account. Your face now was clearly red. - I'm really looking forward to see you dance tomorrow. - he looked up at you. - I'm so happy that you support Barca. This is the best case scenario ever. - you smiled at him. - But now unfortunately I have to go back to my hotel room. Pedri is gonna kill me if he can't find me there. -he stood up. Before he could go to the door you grab his wrist and you don't even know why.
- Gavi wait! - you stood up too.
- What is it? - you couldn't answer. You really didn't know why did you stopped him. You guess you really didn't want him to go.
- Well maybe it's a bit embarrasing but... if i have a chance finally I'm gonna ask. - you took a deep breath. - Can I get a hug? - you looked to your side and blushed. He didn't even answered, just hugged you. You hugged him back. You felt so safe and calm in his arms. You felt like you were in heaven.
-It's the least I can do. But now I really have to go. - he pointed to the door.
- Yeah, sure. Go back before Pedri finds out you disappeared. - you both laughed and he went to the door and walked out of the room.
- See you tomorrow, hermosa bailarina! - he winked at you and closed the door. You could scream because of the excitement but insted of screaming you opened the groupchat with your teammates in it and told them everything. You were really looking forward for tomorrow now.
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Hey I’ve been thinking a lot about fusions in Steven universe as a huge fan myself but I have one big problem with Stevonnie, and that’s how mature and icky alot of the plots with them are, for example all of kevin, Lars throw away sorta crush etc. I was just curious because I read your steg post and I found it really interesting and agreed with it!
I was just curious as someone who looks way more into the show what’s your take on the topic of stevonnie and how or why they differ so much from steg!
I don't think Lars was shown as a "throw away crush"--both he and Sadie had a dazzled reaction when Stevonnie walked into the donut shop, and it was Sadie who blushed and insisted the donuts were on the house. Not only Sadie and Lars but Sour Cream and everyone who saw them at the rave were enchanted with Stevonnie.
But if you were a little grossed out by the "maturity" of that episode, you'll be very happy to know that was intentional! When speaking about the episode's intent, Rebecca Sugar said it's about how it feels to suddenly find the world responding to you differently when you're going through puberty and you suddenly have an attractive/adult body and people are presenting you with opportunities you're not familiar with and not ready for. And treating you like you should like it when you hardly even know what it is. Expecting you to play a game when you don't know the rules. A quote of Rebecca's from an interview:
"Stevonnie challenges gender norms as an individual, but also serves as a metaphor for all the terrifying firsts in a first relationship, and what it feels like to hit puberty and suddenly find yourself with the body of an adult, how quickly that happens, how it feels to have a new power over people, or to suddenly find yourself objectified, all for seemingly no reason since you’re still just you… "
You see Stevonnie just kinda enjoying that Lars and Sadie don't recognize them and treat them like something incredible and special when Connie's never been cool and Steven's always been sort of tolerated or humored by the young adults in town. But then when Kevin enters the picture it's scary. "This dance isn't fun!" They had pictures in their head of how cool a dance party would be but the actual reality of it was super uncomfortable and unforeseen.
I remember reading a LOT of disturbed reactions to this episode on a message board from when it first came out. Some of the (straight) men said they just weren't used to being the POV character while being unwillingly objectified by a strange man in a club, and had never viscerally understood until this episode why that seemed SO creepy. And a lot of the women, on the other hand, recognized it from personal experience instantly. There are several scenes that have the viewer actually seeming to see what Stevonnie sees, including when Kevin is looking them up and down.
The episode is about some of the joy and terror of that experience, from the point of view of the experience.
Some folks have wondered why Stevonnie doesn't appear to have any duplicated limbs or eyes, especially after we found out from Steg that looking totally humanoid is not a side effect of being three quarters human. I think part of the reason they made that design choice is that Stevonnie was meant to be seen during their debut venture as a stunning, magnetic person, and if they'd looked alien at all we might have interpreted the stares and gasps as reactions to a weird sight instead of a gorgeous stranger. (And it's super nice to see them interpreted by guys and gals as attractive, though Kevin clearly sees them as a girl at first and addresses them as such.)
That said, maybe they have a duplication that doesn't show. I like to headcanon that they might have two hearts. <3
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❤️ Built For This World ❤️
Chapter 8
I don't think I'll ever get used to a man like Daryl.
And I'm not just talking about his physical appearance, which damn is absolutely fantastic, but about him as a man.
His personality.
His strong, authoritarian nature.
Every gesture, every word that comes from this man exudes a power capable of putting me in awe, sending my brain into a tailspin.
The first lights of this dawn dimly illuminate his profile.
From the moment I reopened my eyes I couldn't take them off his face even for a moment.
His features are relaxed, soft, beautiful.
His strong arms are folded behind his head, a few strands of hair falling lazily across his forehead.
A light and adorable snore comes from his slightly parted lips, his chest rises gently, his breathing slow and steady.
Daryl Dixon sleeping is a sight to be enjoyed.
I sigh dreamily.
Is there anything this man doesn't do excellently?
I curl further into myself, hands clasped under my cheek and knees pressed against my stomach.
I enjoy this little show that I'm sure is something no one else can boast of having seen.
When I wake up the sky was still dark and my head was still resting on his chest, the scent of him in my nostrils was so strong it made my eyes roll.
I gently moved away from his body, ignoring the voice in my head that instead invited me to decrease the space between us even further.
I just had the burning desire to wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck.
But I listened to that little part of my self-control.
And now here I am.
Crouched in a corner enjoying this wonder.
Daryl moves slightly.
Instinctively I move away a little more.
I don't want to make him uncomfortable.
Even though he himself invited me to spend the night in his tent, I fear the moment he wakes up.
Why?
I don't even know why.
Maybe I'm just afraid that the night might have led him to change his mind about me.
About us.
I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth.
I still want to kiss him.
But him?
What about him.
His fluctuating mood is the thing that destabilizes me the most, we practically went from not looking at each other to sleeping hugged in the same tent.
Thinking back to yesterday...
God!
Yesterday more than once we got dangerously close to each other and more than once everything's came to nothing.
What if today he doesn't want it anymore?
If I close my eyes I can still feel his hands squeezing my hips, his breath on my heated lips.
His scent.
God.
I would let those strong, calloused hands do anything to me, I would let his thick fingers explore every millimeter of my scorching skin.
I squeeze my legs tightly, the fire burning between them seems to consume me mercilessly.
I whimper lightly, pathetically.
I sink my teeth into the back of my hand to try to quell my own pleasure.
Can I burn with passion for a man I just met?
This isn't me.
I'm not like that.
I have never been so passionate.
So eager.
So needy.
And this new part of me scares me.
It scares me because I shouldn't feel certain emotions, not now that the only goal of our life is to survive.
I return my gaze to the archer's face.
His very relaxed features soothe my agitated soul.
I could stay hours, days, maybe even years, still like this with him sweetly sleeping at my side.
“Take a picture, it'll last longer” his still sleeping voice whispers.
I gasp violently, blushing.
“What?” I squeak, letting my hair slide in front of my face, trying to hide my growing embarrassment, immediately interrupting all my unchaste thoughts.
Daryl turns his face slightly towards me as his body moves into the same position as mine.
His long legs come closer to mine while he bends one arm to support his head while the other hand comes closer to my face and pushes away my unruly locks with his fingertips.
His blue eyes now alert and attentive have a relaxed look.
“Yer starin’.’S creepy”
A veil of slyness is hidden in his drawl.
He's making fun of me.
He's trying to embarrass me.
I torture my lower lip between my teeth, tormenting it.
“Don't do tha’ or ya'll ruin those pretty lips” he murmurs, bringing his thumb to my lip, freeing it from the torture of my teeth.
My breath gets stuck in my throat.
His gesture sends the part of my brain capable of formulating meaningful sentences into total blackout.
Actually my entire brain.
Trying to hide the passion that this man arouses in me, I decide to respond to his provocations with a little audacity.
“I wasn't staring at you.I was admiring you” I wink.
My lips rub gently on his digit still pressed to my lips.
“Stop” he grumbles, blushing too.
Well.
His own game is turning against him.
I smile satisfied, amused by the blush that spreads across his face as I watch him roll onto his back, his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze fixed on the ceiling of the tent.
He seems to tense up, I can feel the tension radiating from his body like waves.
The temptation to touch him is too strong.
Simply too much.
I move closer to him, carefully sliding my hand along his pecs and then back up towards his hair.
Daryl turns his face towards me, his gaze uncertain and his body rigid, almost scared like a cornered animal.
He acts like he expects to get hit every time my hands come near him.
The thought that a human being can be so little related to contact makes me sad.
I have always been used to being hugged, to being loved but for him it is as if all this were unknown.
It's all new to him.
I smile shyly trying to reassure him, trying to make him understand that the one thing I would never do is hurt him.
I push my hand into his hair, digging my fingers into the messy locks and smoothing them down.
A shaky sigh escapes his lips then his body relaxes and his eyes close.
With a little more courage than I had a few minutes ago I approach him, resting my head on his hard bicep.
The archer's muscular arm moves to make room for me so that I can rest my head right next to the junction of his neck and his clavicle.
My hand abandons his hair to move towards his neck, stroking the soft skin behind his ear and finally finding a place on the nape of his neck where my nails scratch his scalp languidly.
Without shame I take a deep breath.
“You smell good” I murmur although more than a murmur the words come out of my lips like a soft moan.
The man's body stiffens again but this time it is different.
His attitude seems to have another nuance.
It's not fear.
It's more like he's trying to tame something bigger.
“Do I make you nervous?” I whisper with my lips pressed to the base of his neck unable to stop.
This sweet torture intoxicates me.
It's unstoppable.
I propping myself up on my elbow and keeping my eyes fixed on Daryl's I move closer to his face leaving a light trail of small kisses along his jawline.
Slowly.
Slowly enough to give him all the time he needed to pull back but that doesn't happen.
Daryl turns his entire body towards me, his arms wrapping around my waist pulling me against his body, his fingers playing on my lower back.
“Watch out, pretty eyes.Ya be careful wha’ ya wish fer”
His low drawl makes me blush.
His voice, still thick with sleep, awakens all my senses.
“You know big boy, I think you have a crush on me”
I wink, curling up against his chest to hide the blush that slowly and inexorably spreads across my face.
A light laugh resonates in his large chest, making the strings of my soul vibrate.
“Ya think?” the archer teases me by letting his long fingers run along my spine.
I nod, nuzzling my head against his neck, my lips finding his chin where they leave a little peck.
“You call me pretty eyes, pretty lips...so…”
He let out a hmph sound.
And I find it adorable.
I giggle as I move away from his body or at least I try because his strong, muscular arms keep me anchored to him.
I barely lift my face in search of his eyes and I find them already staring at me with an intensity that makes me breathless.
Everything is so easy with him.
All so natural.
Where's the catch?
Am I really ready to let him enter in my heart?
But in the end do I still have the time to choose?
Maybe...maybe I'm already in too deep and if he decides to smash my heart into a thousand pieces I'm sure I'd let him do it.
I'm willing to suffer even to have a little piece of him.
“Yer right.Ya pretty little thing, ya look so delicate but I know ya not like tha’.Oh no, ya ain't as sweet and delicate as ya would like to let me believe”
Daryl whispers barely brushing my lips with his.
His attentive gaze is studying me and his words crush my heart.
He is right.
I'm not like that or rather there was a time when I was delicate but it's been a really long time ago.
I had to replace sweetness with strength.
I had to replace the desire for love with the desire to survive.
Now I'm stronger, tougher and more cautious with people.
Distrust has become my dearest friend.
I hid my true nature behind a stronger, stoic demeanor.
A mask that this man seems determined to destroy and I'm ready to let him do it.
“If I let ya in…”
Daryl inhales deeply taking a moment to reflect on his own words before continuing.
“How dangerous are ya, Summer?”
His question makes my blood run cold.
I am not dangerous but my past, my history, is.
And a lot too.
I stammer something incomprehensible under my breath, moving away from his grasp, escaping his now suspicious gaze. Pushing my hands against his chest I give myself a gentle push and roll onto my back to put an end to whatever was about to happen.
I sit there unable to say anything.
Unable to answer his simple question.
Basically he doesn't know anything about me and before getting involved it's right that he wants to know.
But what about me?
Am I willing to answer him?
I already know my answer.
And fuck, this hurts for a million different reasons.
Behind me I can hear the rustling of the sleeping bag under the archer's movements.
His hand rests delicately on my back, making me tremble.
“Tell me who ya are, sunshine”
His short plea is muffled by his lips on my shoulder.
Very cautiously Daryl approaches me, sitting right in front of me, welcoming my figure between his long legs.
The soles of his boots resting firmly on the ground, legs raised and strong arms resting on his knees, his hands lazily caressing my biceps.
Small shivers blossom where his fingers pass.
I feel infinitely small locked in the prison of his body.
I bring my knees to my chest, wrapping them in my arms and risking a glance in his direction.
“Wha’ are ya runnin’ from?”
This is the final blow.
I only have two options.
Lie.
Lying like I learned to do.
Or I could tell him the truth.
Tell him why I'm running away.
What I'm running from.
Who I'm running from.
A sad smile caresses my lips.
Daryl cocks his head slightly to the side, his narrowed gaze busy studying my reaction.
Ready to grasp every little nuance.
I look down at the tips of my boots.
“Do you think it is possible to escape from our past?” I whisper.
The sound of my voice drowned only by the deafening beat of my heart thundering in my ears.
“If I told you I was running away from myself would you believe me, Daryl?”
The man's large hand makes space on my face, finding the perfect fit in the hollow of my neck.
His thumb is a light caress on my cold skin.
His head tilts further in search of my elusive gaze.
“Good luck with this.I've been doin’ this shit my whole damn life”
His words catch my attention like a moth attracted to the light.
His blue gaze, like crystalline water, seems to darken, behind it a veil made of ancient memories and pain.
His past also seems to haunt him.
“It doesn't work, does it?” I smile defeated.
I don't know why this makes me sad, after all I am aware of the fact that it ain't possible to escape from our demons, from our mistakes, yet I always hope that it's possible...
“Listen to me” Daryl whispers, moving a little closer.
Our faces are really so close that I feel like I'm running out of oxygen in my lungs.
“Ya can run, ya can run fer yer whole life.Ya can run fer miles but yer past is here” he murmurs, touching my left temple with the tip of his index finger.
“And here” he whispers, moving his finger towards the center of my chest, pointing it right at my heart.
“Yer past will forever be a part of ya.Yer past is what has shaped the woman ya're today”
His hands gently wrap around my face caressing me as if I were made of crystal.
As if he was afraid he would break me if he held me tighter.
“I dunno anythin’ ’bout tha’ past and I don't give a shit.Do ya know wha’ I see instead?”
His southern accent sweetly envelops my every thought, making my mouth go dry.
My fingers timidly find his wrists, wrapping around them with desperate need.
I cling to him, to his words, as if they were my only hold.
Daryl is the only thing keeping me afloat in this sea of pain right now.
“What do you see?”
Daryl licks his lips.
And then he smiles.
And the world stops.
His face looks infinitely younger.
It's as if all his pain, all my pain, just disappeared.
Nothing exists anymore.
Just me and him.
“I see a strong woman, a woman who defied death to find something else.I see a brave woman, a woman who isn't afraid to take on an asshole like Shane.I see a loyal friend, a friend who puts aside her own shit to help Carol.Summer ya so many beautiful things tha’…God!It pisses me off tha’ ya don't see it”
With my eyes wide open and my heart racing, I don't even realize what happens immediately afterwards.
Daryl's lips crash against mine.
His firm grip on my face is fuel on the fire.
The violence of the contact only fuels the fire inside me.
I get up, kneeling and bringing my body closer to his, our chests pressing against each other with so much vehemence that if it were possible I would melt and merge into him.
My arms wrap around his neck, my hands dive into his soft locks, pulling them hard.
A pathetic moan leaves my lips and Daryl takes the opportunity to slide his velvety tongue between them.
I moan louder in response.
Despite the fervor of the kiss, Daryl's tongue moves shyly as if all of a sudden he isn't so sure anymore.
As if he were embarrassed by his own passion for me.
We both don't know what we're doing and where all this will take us but we can't help but surrender to our needs.
Because yeah, what we feel is need.
A physical need, the need to soothe our pain.
The corrosive need to no longer be alone.
I soften my grip on his hair by sliding my fingers along the back of his neck, giving him sweet caresses with my fingers.
I move my lips delicately caressing his tongue with mine.
Kissing Daryl is like downing a shot of tequila in one gulp.
It burns every sense and goes straight to the brain clouding every thought, every fear, every inhibition.
Kissing Daryl is losing yourself in the oblivion of pleasure.
Suddenly the kiss ends and when my eyelids flicker again, the first thing that strikes me is the man's bewildered look.
He seems intimidated, almost scared.
I tremble as I lower my gaze, suddenly struck by a thousand anxieties.
His strong hands move down my sides and then cling tightly to my feverish skin, his forehead rests delicately against mine.
“It was so bad?” he tries to lighten me up noticing the tension in my body.
I just shake my head with a shy smile.
“Not that bad, big boy” I whisper, seeking his lips again, kissing him once more.
A light and quick kiss.
With my fingers I continue to absentmindedly caress the back of his neck, enjoying this little moment of haze.
Daryl looks thoughtful as his intelligent, attentive eyes probe my face.
“Listen to me, sunshine.If ya don't wan’ to talk ’bout it that's fine but don't give me bullshit.No lies.I hate lies”
Daryl is trusting me and I know I don't want to disappoint him, I can't do it for the simple fact that I would never forgive myself.
I know it's an effort for him too to trust me and I can't betray him.
“There was a man” I whisper, moving my hands towards his chest, holding onto his shirt.
Talking about Negan always hurts.
My cold fingers grip the fabric of his shirt almost angrily as my heart pumps furiously.
“I ran away from him, from his men…I couldn't stay any longer.I don't want to lie to you” I whisper under my breath, looking for his gaze.
The archer looks at me seriously and imperturbably.
“I don't want to lie to you but…but I don't feel like talking about it.Not now.Do you understand that?”
My anxiety is so powerful that I can't hold his gaze for a moment longer so I bury my face in his chest while his arms close around me giving me the comfort I crave.
One day, when I'm ready, I'll talk about him.
I'll tell Daryl everything.
But not now.
Now I need to find myself again.
I just need to find my balance again.
Because the only person I ever lost and need back is me.
Daryl's steady heartbeat helps me regain some self-control.
His silence gives me time to compose myself.
We remain still in our embrace until he pulls away just enough to find my eyes again.
“Did he hurt ya?”
His simple question hides an anger so visceral it scares me.
Even though he has always been sweet and delicate with me, Daryl is a strong, feral man and I am sure that anyone could only tremble in terror if they faced a man like him.
In response I simply shake my head.
Negan never physically hurt me but the pain he inflicted on my soul and heart was pure torture.
That man destroyed my heart and my soul and if he had also inflicted physical pain on me I would have almost welcomed it with open arms to no longer feel that pain inside me.
Daryl inhales deeply.
“Ya safe now and will be as long as I have the strength to protect ya.I will never let him get close to ya.Never again” he whispers.
My heart flutters at his promise.
And then, before I could even think he kiss me again.
This time with more confidence, with more awareness.
He kiss me so hard that I might consider the idea that my lips might become bruised.
And honestly I'm not complaining one bit.
The feeling of his lips on mine makes me arch my back in ecstasy.
I let out a sigh, which I didn't mean to sound so much like a moan, but the archer's lips curl up against my lips.
He seems satisfied and he leans back to give me another smile.
I return a smile resignedly, aware of not being able to control the reactions of my own body in his presence.
Not that he seems to be complaining about it.
“Are you mad at me?”
The archer tilts his head slightly to the side, shocked by my question.
“Wha’?Why should I be mad at ya?”
His tone seems almost amused.
I shrug.
“I do not know.Because I don't want to talk about…”
Daryl cuts me off immediately by crashing his lips against mine, pressing them so hard that I bend backwards until my back hits the hard ground.
I watch him as he leans towards me, placing his hands on the sides of my head.
“Ya don't even have to think ’bout it, sunshine.Ya talk when ya ready and if ya never be ready it'll be fine anyway, alrigh’?”
I nod, smiling and pinching my bottom lip between my teeth.
My hands grab the scruff of his shirt pulling him towards my lips but before I can deepen the kiss a voice makes us jump.
“I hope you're not naked because I already have too much trauma.I don't need to see your ass too, pookie”
I can't resist the laughter that forcefully bursts from my lips.
Carol enters the tent with a hand covering her eyes and a toothy smile.
Daryl huffs, letting his head fall forward.
Still shaking from laughter, I press my hands on the man's chest, pushing him away from me and sitting back down.
“C'mon Carol.Don't worry, we're already done” I smile, pushing my foot towards her boot.
The archer lies down on the sleeping bag, rolling onto his back and then sitting up.
“So…pookie?Really?” I ask amused laughing again followed by Carol’s laughter and another adorable snort from the man in question.
“Stop.Both of you” Daryl grumbles, focusing his icy gaze on both of us.
At first glance he might seem angry but the tips of his ears deliciously red make me understand that he is just terribly embarrassed.
Carol laughs as she sits next to me.
“Why?Doesn't it suit him?” the woman teases him, eyeing the man on the verge of embarrassment.
“Stop” he grumbles again, crossing his arms over his chest and avoiding our amused looks.
“Oh Carol, don't be mean” I scold her affectionately, putting my arm around her shoulders.
“Do you need something?” I ask her.
I can't stop smiling.
And it hits me.
I haven't felt so relaxed, so comfortable in a long time.
These people I just met managed to bring some calm back to my wounded heart.
I will never be able to thank them enough, not even if I lived a thousand more lives.
Subconsciously these people did more than they were supposed to do.
“Yeah.Breakfast is ready.You need to eat.Both of you need it”
My stomach growls loudly at her words.
I forgot the last time I ate.
Between Shane's mess, Sophia's search and the accident I lost track of time and my needs.
“You almost died, both of you.Now you have the duty to get back on your feet.Let's go” continues the woman, standing up and leaving the tent.
“I'll give you five minutes.Hurry up!” she yells before walking away.
I smile again shaking my head.
I have to get used to feelings like kindness and receiving care and attention from others again.
When I look for Daryl I find him staring at me.
His eyes, blue as the ocean, shine with a light I have never seen in them.
His lips are curved in a small smile.
“What's up?” I ask, embarrassed by his insistent gaze.
The archer shrugs.
“Uhu nothin’.Yer really pretty when ya smile.Ya should do this more often”
His half-hearted compliment awakens a sweet warmth in the center of my chest.
This grumpy and unfriendly man is truly adorable.
I scoop near him pressing a light peck on his beautiful lips.
“The same goes for you.You're really beautiful when you smile, pookie” I murmur bringing my lips to his again.
Daryl huffs but doesn't reject the kiss.
I smile against his lips.
“I think it suits you.On the outside you're grumpy like a bear but on the inside you're really soft” I tease him and without giving him time to reply I quickly kiss him again and leave the tent and head towards the camp where everyone else is.
The first to notice me is Shane.
The man stands slightly apart from the others.
He glances at me briefly and then returns his attention to the plate in his hands.
Strangely, his gaze wasn't full of hate as it often is when it's directed at me.
Maybe, since I got shot less than 48 hours ago, he decided to cut me some slack.
Good.
Carol smiles at me and tilts her head towards a chair.
I sit down smiling at the rest of the people.
Rick, Lori and Carl are sitting together enjoying their breakfast.
As soon as Carl sees me he gives me a shy smile which I return with a wink, the boy laughs in amusement attracting his mother's attention.
Lori nods her head a little.
I think she still feels embarrassed about what she asked me to do but the fact that she finally talked about it with her husband seems to have made her relax a bit.
Rick watches her, his crystal clear eyes are an ocean of fear and confusion.
At the moment Lori seems to be fine and mentally I breathe a sigh of relief.
I feel so fucking guilty for getting her those damn pills.
I really hope that the little one is okay.
T-Dog is helping Carol by the fire.
It looks like they are cooking eggs.
Great.
My stomach rumbles again as their delicious scent reaches my nostrils making my mouth salivate.
Andrea is sitting in front of me busy smoothing the large blade of a hunting knife, her sister Amy, sitting next to her, is also observing her carefully, waiting to receive her food ration.
Glenn and Dale are next to each other and both exchange weird looks.
Glenn, unlike other days, seems particularly tense.
Nervous I dare say.
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably, casting a fleeting glance towards the porch of the Green house from where Maggie is watching us.
Her expression is too serious.
Maybe the two lovebirds had some spats.
Who knows.
My thoughts are interrupted by heavy footsteps.
And I don't need to turn around to understand who they belong to.
Daryl's scent reaches me before his hand gently rests on my shoulder.
“Take it.It's cold today” the man mutters, handing me a blue checked flannel shirt.
One of his shirts.
My heart jumps into my throat and begins to beat in a completely irregular way.
I actually didn't pay much attention to the weather when I left the archer's tent.
Today the gray sky is covered with large clouds and a light wind makes me shiver.
My t-shirt is certainly not appropriate.
Daryl sits down next to me, giving me a brief smile.
I blush as I slip my arms into his shirt, a shirt that is full of his intoxicating scent.
“Oh wow!This shirt has sleeves.I didn't think you had one" I whisper teasing him and getting an adorable amused snort from him in response.
“Thanks” I whisper with my cheeks still burning, resting my head on his shoulder for a moment.
“’S nothin’ ” he shrugs giving me a gentle shove with his elbow.
Our little exchange of effusions ends when Glenn clears his throat a couple of times.
I observe him carefully while he walks back and forth with an agitated pace.
What happens?
It's not like him to behave like this.
Glenn is always sunny, always with that sweet smile on his face, but this morning he is different.
His eyes are surrounded by the hint of dark circles as if he's had little sleep and his lips are curled into a serious line.
Something's wrong, I can feel it under my skin.
“Um, guys” he mutters, nervously running a hand over his chin.
My eyes immediately search Daryl's.
The man returns my gaze with his equally worried look.
He too realized that there is something strange in the delivery boy's attitude.
We both turn our fullest attention to him.
“So…theburnisfullofwalkers” he snorts in one breath.
Immediately ten heads snap towards the barn.
Ten pairs of wide, disbelieving eyes turn their attention back to Glenn.
I feel panic gripping my guts as in a completely involuntary gesture my hand goes to squeeze the forearm of the man next to me.
My eyes full of terror are reflected in the archer's incredulous ones.
His hand gently squeezes my fingers which are unconsciously squeezing his arm.
Unceremoniously Rick and Shane are the first to quickly walk towards the barn.
Everyone else follows them.
Everyone except me.
I feel as if my legs are paralyzed, a general tremor radiates along my limbs.
“C'mom sunshine, everythin’ will be fine” Daryl urges me.
I turn towards his voice and find him standing next to me, my hand still tight on his arm.
My nails are digging little half-moons shapes into his tanned skin.
As soon as I realize this I immediately withdraw my hand, bringing it to my lap and muttering an apology under my breath, my eyes lowered to my knees.
Daryl kneels, bringing his face level with mine, his hands are a delicate caress on my thighs.
From the knee they slowly move up along them and then repeat the same reassuring movement over and over again.
“Hey!Will everythin’ be good, alrigh’?C'mere” he whispers, bringing his face close to mine and kissing me lightly on the lips.
I feel the blush arise from my neck to the tips of my ears.
I look around nervously and then return my attention to the man kneeling in front of me.
“Daryl!Someone might see us!” I squeak in panic.
Daryl huffs in response, standing up and holding out his hand.
I look at his large, calloused fingers and with a trembling hand I accept his hold.
“I don't give a damn ’bout others.Do ya care?” he asks without looking me in the eyes.
Our fingers intertwine and together we walk towards the barn from where we can already hear the agitated voices of the others carried by the wind.
Before we can reach the others I stop, yanking the archer's hand who, looking at me furtively, stops.
“I don't care about others either” I smile shyly.
And it's the truth.
I could never be ashamed of him.
His gesture definitely took me by surprise, I must admit, and for a moment I feared what others might think.
My arrival has already caused several problems and tribulations in the group and I wouldn't want my closeness with the handsome archer to be a further reason for arguments between him and Shane.
“Good” Daryl grunts and I could swear I saw him blush as we start walking again with a determined pace.
I beam at his back while I can't take my eyes off our fingers locked together.
Rick and Shane are facing each other while the latter points a finger at his friend's chest.
“You cannot tell me you're all right with this” Shane hisses out.
Rick's gaze hardens.
“No, I'm not, but we're guests here.This isn't our land" replies the officer.
The sharp tone of his voice seems to make Shane even more angry.
The man takes a few steps away, bringing his hand to his face and rubbing it nervously.
“Oh God.This is our lives, man” he shouts.
From the barn, increasingly insistent moans and growls follow one another.
“Lower your voice” I invite them, pressing me close to Daryl.
The hotter things get, the more the walkers seem to get agitated.
Shane gives me a mean glare but, perhaps seeing me clinging to Daryl's arm, he decides not to say anything to me and simply shakes his head.
I exchange a quick glance with Glenn.
Anxiety seems to be eating him up.
Andrea lovingly wraps her arm around her sister's shoulders, as if she wanted to protect her from what's in that damned barn.
“We can't just sweep this under the rug” the woman vehemently explains her opinion, immediately earning a hint of approval from Shane who immediately after her adds “It ain't right.Not remotely”
Then he starts walking back and forth again.
His body radiates nervousness from every pore, making me more and more nervous.
Next to me Carl squirmed slightly, hiding behind his mother.
Lori grabs her boy's hand and tries to silently comfort him.
“We either got to go in there, we got to do things right, or we just got to go.Now we have been talking about Fort Benning for a long time” Shane says confidently but his words clash with the determined frown of his best friend.
Shit.
Would they really want to leave this place?
What if the group decided to head towards Washington?
I can't even think about it...
I squeeze the archer's fingers tighter and his gaze immediately falls on me.
I think he sees the panic all over my face because, reciprocating my grip around my trembling fingers, he whispers “Don't worry.We found a way”
I nod, chewing the inside of my cheeks until I taste the coppery taste of my blood.
What a fucked up situation!
Why would Hersel keep all these walkers imprisoned?
Does he not realize the risk he places his own daughters in?
“We can't go” Rick barks, gesturing nervously.
Of course he can't.
His wife is pregnant and leaves like this blindly without a real and safe destination is unthinkable.
“Why Rick?Why?” Shane shouts with his eyes almost bulging.
But before anyone can respond Carol advances with a determined step alongside Rick and facing Shane.
“Because my daughter is still out there”
Her eyes are full of tears.
How could we ever leave this place without first finding Sophia?
It is an absolutely impossible option to take into consideration.
Unthinkable.
Shane scoffs by burying his face in his hands.
His reaction activates every cell in my body.
I am fully aware that if Shane says the wrong words I will lose my mind.
“Okay, okay” Shane murmurs, moving closer to Carol.
In a completely automatic gesture I let go of Daryl's hand to move closer to Carol.
“Okay” the man sighs “Okay, I think it's time that we all start to just consider the other possibility”
“Fuck you Shane!We're not leaving Sophia behind.We're so close” I snap, pressing my hands forcefully on his hard chest, making him move back just a few steps.
Daryl approaches immediately trying to calm things down but now it's open war between me and that piece of shit of Shane.
I put my hands on my hips, daring him to respond to my words.
He snorts in response, rolling his eyes.
“Daryl and I found his doll two days ago”
The man chuckles sarcastically at my words.
“You found her doll.That's what you did.You found a damn doll.You almost died for a fucking doll.Do you understand, kid?” he yells a few inches from my face sending shivers down my spine.
I feel myself being grabbed violently by the arm and before I can understand what's happening Daryl comes dangerously close, screaming too.
“You don't know wha’ the hell ya talking ’bout”
“Man, look, I'm just saying what needs to be said here” retorts Shane.
I feel like my head is exploding so I decide to take a few steps away, leaving the shouting and arguing behind me.
I'm too nervous and too angry that I really could have hit that idiot if I had stayed there a little longer.
I approach the barn door, peering between the boards.
Inside it, dozens of walkers walk aimlessly, grunting and bumping into each other without any logic.
Something brushes against my shoulder making me jump startling in fear.
When I turn around I have Glenn's tired and heartbroken face in front of me.
“Shit dude.You scare the shit out of me” I scold him with my nerves on edge.
“Sorry” he apologizes, lowering his gaze and digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“It seems like lately whatever I do doesn't work out right”
My friend's words make my heart ache.
“Hey” I call him hugging him.
“It's not your fault.We are all nervous.Sorry”
Glenn returns the hug with much more force than usual, burying his face in my hair.
“I had to say it.Even though I love Maggie, you are my family.I couldn't stay silent.You understand me, don't you?” he murmurs in my ear, continuing to hold me in his arms.
Poor Glenn.
I'm sorry to see him so torn between his love for Maggie and his loyalty to all of us.
“You did what you thought was right.Don't blame yourself.Maggie is a smart woman, she will understand” I try to console him.
Suddenly all hell breaks loose behind us.
I abruptly break the hug in time to see Daryl lunge at Shane.
And it's chaos.
The two are pulled back by several hands, each trying to prevent the two men from being able to hit each other.
Without thinking twice I run into the fray, standing right in front of the archer's body, catching Shane's fist right in my face.
I stagger a few steps, feeling a heat dripping from above my eye.
Grunting, while the screams get louder and more excited around me, I put a hand to my face.
A hand that is immediately tinged with a bright crimson shade.
Fuck!
I stagger a few steps, tripping over my own feet and ending up with my ass on the ground.
“Shit” I cough as my back hits the hard ground.
Immediately afterwards some hands press against my forehead but when I try to rebel a voice immediately silences me.
“It's me.Stay still”
T-Dog's friendly voice reaches my confused brain.
The man takes a rag out of his pants pocket and presses it right to my left eyebrow.
I hiss as the fabric touches my broken skin.
"Don't worry.It's the eyebrow, it's normal for it to bleed a lot.A couple of stitches and you'll be as good as new” he grunts as he takes my weight on himself, passing my arm over his shoulders and helping me stand up.
And even though my vision is blurry and I'm currently seeing double I can paint the picture of the situation in front of me.
Rick's arms are wrapped around Daryl's torso as Glenn tries to help calm him down.
Lori protects her little boy with her body, an action that Andrea is also carrying out towards her little sister.
Shane's chest rises and falls rapidly, his body shaking with uncontainable anger.
Carol and Dale try to bring sanity back to the group but they're all too busy yelling at each other to realize it.
“Would you take me to Hersel?” I ask, receiving a nod from T-Dog in response.
I'm too tired and too confused right now to deal with them.
With limping steps we finally manage to reach the porch of the large white house.
A thoughtful Maggie is sitting on the steps and as soon as she notices us and the state of my face she reaches us with a couple of quick strides.
Without saying a word she takes us inside going to call her father.
It's just Hersel and I in the big bedroom.
The man began to sew up my wound without asking any questions.
I think they heard the screams all the way inside the house and Hersel is a smart man.
He knows that we know.
I hiss a little every time the needle digs into my skin.
I wouldn't have minded a little anesthetic.
Or a glass of scotch.
“You don't have anything to tell me?”
His question doesn't surprise me.
The calmness with which he asked it to me makes me understand that it is not the first time that he has addressed this discussion with someone.
And thinking about the reactions of each of us to the discovery of what the barn contains, I can say with absolute certainty that the only one who knew besides Glenn was Dale.
And I'm also pretty sure that the latter has already spoken to the kind vet to ask him for explanations.
I shrug, trying to appear as relaxed and indifferent as possible.
“I have nothing to tell you.This is your house so your rules.The thing I don't understand is how a man of your intelligence doesn't understand the danger of this crazy choice"
Hersel continues his work without answering me.
His blue eyes are fixed on his hands as he expertly sews me up.
I sigh.
Rick is right.
This place doesn't belong to us but we can't leave either.
Not without Sophia.
Not with Lori in this condition.
“Well since you have nothing to say I'll do the talking” I step forward.
Hersel doesn't look me in the eye but nods slightly giving me permission to express my opinion.
“What you're doing is dangerous Hersel.Those things...having them so close won't lead to anything good”
“Those things" the vet promptly replies “are human beings.They're just sick people”
My face contorts into a grimace of confusion.
“Hersel…you don't see things clearly”
It's absurd.
I swear this is the last thing I ever expected to come out of his mouth.
The man applies gauze to my wound and then turns his back on me to rinse his hands in a small basin of water.
“I need you and your group gone by the end of the week”
His words hit me like a slap, making me flounder in confusion.
I stand up behind him, hug my midsection with my arms to try to hold together all the pieces that threaten to fall apart at the idea of finding myself on the road again.
Back in that hell.
“You and I have our differences with the way we look at the walkers.Those…those people, they may be dead, they may be alive, but those people” I say vehemently, pointing with my hand to the field outside the window “Us…us, we are alive right now, right here, right in front of you.You sand us out there and that could change”
Hersel leaves the room without answering me but I can't let him so I follow him.
The man reaches the kitchen, positioning himself in front of the sink, his hands tightly grasping the edge of it.
“I've given you safe harbor.My conscience is clear” he says.
I stand next to the man looking for his gaze.
Meanwhile Rick appears on the doorstep.
I was sure he would come but now I can't let him interrupt us so I stop him with a hard gesture of my hand.
Rick doesn't say a word, remaining motionless on the doorstep, his eyes tired and his pale face.
“This farm…this farm is special” I continue looking for the vet's gaze.
“You've been shielded from what's been going on out there.Maggie tells me that you saw everything happen on the news.Well, it's been a long time since the cameras stopped rolling”
Hersel continues to keep his gaze down trying to move away from me again.
My hand gripping his arm tightly prevents him from doing so.
“Hersel what the world is out there isn't what you saw on TV.Is it much much worse, and it changes you.I know it.What I saw out there, the people I met out there…God!You can't imagine how lucky you are to have met a man like Rick and his people.If you had met my group…just know that you would have wished for death Hersel”
Both men's eyes snap in my direction.
The weight of my words crushes me.
I knew the truth would come out but I didn't imagine that their looks would hurt me so much.
I look at Rick with a million apologies etched in my eyes.
He trusted me and I should have told him the truth first.
But now it's too late.
Now my goal is to convince Hersel to let the group stay and if I have to leave I will be ready to face the weight of the consequences of my choices.
“Please do not…do not send us out of there again” I murmur in a faint voice, now defeated, returning my attention to the only man who currently has the power to choose which direction our lives will take.
Hersel seems closed in his silence, convinced of his decisions.
So with shoulders hunched and head down I walk towards Rick.
When I'm about to walk past him and leave him alone with Hersel, he gently grabs my hand and squeezes it in his, forcing me to stop.
In his gesture there is no anger but a tacit thanks for having exposed myself on the behalf of everyone.
My eyes, dilated with amazement, look for the officer's but he isn't paying me the slightest attention.
He and Hersel are looking at each other, eye to eye, so intensely that I almost believe they are communicating telepathically.
“My wife's pregnant”
Rick suddenly begins, earning a look of pure amazement from the man in front of us.
“That's either a gift here or a death sentence out there.If we were to stay, we could help you with the work, with securing this place.We can survive together”
Rick's words make me shiver.
We can survive.
We can really do it.
This baby will be a blessing I'm sure.
Now everything is in Hersel's hands.
He will decide our fate.
“You can't stay” was his only response.
Rick stiffens and seems ready to retort forcefully, I can feel it in the way his fingers tighten around mine but before he can open his mouth I tug on his arm telling him to be quiet.
“Just think about it, okay?” I ask him politely, dragging Rick away with me out of the kitchen and then out of the house.
As soon as we go out onto the porch I am literally overwhelmed by Daryl's arms.
His arms wrap around my neck, pressing my head against his rocky chest.
The stitches on my eyebrow pull uncomfortably.
I hiss, immediately attracting the attention of the man who lets me go but immediately brings his hands to the side of my face, cupping it gently.
“Ya good?” he asks, studying my wound as if he could understand its extent from under the white bandage.
I nod, smiling faintly.
The argument with Hersel drained every ounce of energy I had.
Rick clears his throat, placing his hands on his hips.
His gaze flies towards the barn, towards Shane.
“I'm going to talk to him”
His worried look doesn't escape that of the archer who goes back and forth between Rick and me.
Our state of mind is certainly perceivable even from miles away.
Daryl lets go of my face and sits on the porch steps, clapping a hand next to him, a clear invitation to take the seat next to him.
I sit down, getting as close as possible and the man, understands my intentions, my needs, lift his arm and welcomes me into his gentle embrace.
“Wha’ happened in there?” he asks.
My gaze goes towards the barn, towards the two men who are arguing heatedly.
I'm more than convinced that Shane won't take Hersel's decision well.
I return my gaze to the archer's worried one.
I look down at my hands clasped in my lap, a lump in my throat preventing me from breathing.
What will we do if we really have to abandon this place?
“Hey sunshine”
“Hersel wants us to leave” I whisper trembling.
Daryl tightens his grip around my shoulders, pressing his lips to my temple.
“How will we do?” I whimper, sniffling.
A thousand fears cloud my heart.
The walkers.
The cold of the imminent winter.
Lori and the baby.
How are we going to survive out there?
I barely made it and I was alone.
How will a large group like ours cope with walkers, starvation and cold?
And then there's Sophia, how will we look for her if we have to leave?
Daryl stands up offering me his hand, which I accept as every time without any hesitation.
I let myself be pulled onto him, letting myself be wrapped in his embrace.
This time the man takes infinite caution not to press against my wounded forehead.
"It'll be fine.As long as we're together everythin’ will be fine”
His sweet words echo in my ear pressed against his welcoming chest.
After a few hours everything around us begins to populate.
The sun is now about to set while, wrapped in Daryl's embrace, all the others gather next to us.
And people seem decidedly calmer.
Glenn and Maggie sit on the steps behind us, smiling lovingly at each other.
I was sure they would clarify.
Glenn and I give each other a brief, knowing look.
Both smiling and above all full of confidence in the future.
Daryl is right.
As long as we all stay together everything will be fine.
Together we are strong.
Andrea joins us flanked by T-Dog.
“Do you know what's happening?” asks the latter.
This last question is followed by Andrea's question about where Rick is.
Carol arrives from the other side of the field, joining us at a brisk walk.
I lift one of my arms, inviting her to come closer and holding her against my side.
“Has anyone seen Rick?He went off with Hersel.We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago” Andrea informs us.
“Rick told me he was going out” Carol replies, frightened.
Is it possible that no one knows where Rick is?
What happened to him and Hersel?
“Damn it.Isn't anybody takin’ this seriously?We got us a damn trail” Daryl gets agitated, freeing himself from our embrace and leaving me with Carol.
Heavy footsteps attract our attention.
Shane approaches quickly, on his shoulders I can recognize the bag full of weapons.
“Oh, here we go” Daryl exclaims reaching him.
I look around with a worried look trying to understand what is happening and only meeting other worried and anxious looks.
“What's all this?” asks the archer as soon as the ex-policeman reaches him.
His haunted gaze sweeps all our faces and then settles on Daryl again.
“You with me, man?” he asks him, pressing a rifle into his hands.
The two men stare at each other intently, warily.
“Do you want to keep your woman safe?” Shane asks, moving his hard gaze to me and then back to the man in front of him.
Daryl's fleeting gaze falls on mine, an indecipherable feeling in his beautiful blue eyes.
I shake my head imperceptibly trying to make him understand how bad this all is but his need to protect me is too strong so looking down with a silent apology he nods in Shane's direction.
“I'm with you, man”
So with a heart full of fear I can't do anything to stop them.
Shane is making a mistake and I can't stop him, especially if I don't even have Daryl's support.
Shane continues to gather support by handing out weapons to anyone who accepts.
Someone perplexed by the speed with which the situation could degenerate tries to respond.
“Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe.But now we know it ain't” Shane speaks with agitation.
Being in charge of these people again seems to fill him with new energy.
He approaches Glenn handing him a rifle.
“How about you, man?Are you going to protect yours?” he asks him.
Glenn exchanges a fleeting glance with Maggie, his gaze full of displeasure but in the end he accepts the weapon that is given to him.
“That’s it” Shane replies, puffing out his chest proudly.
“Can you shoot?”
“Can you stop?” I interrupt him, trying to make him think for once.
I cannot stand still and helplessly witness the destruction of this group.
“Shane please listen to me.I know you don't like me but please try to think about it.If we do this Hersel will make us leave tonight.Please”
The man looks at me seriously, nervously running his hand all over his face, then grabs another rifle and forces it into my hands.
“What about you, huh?Do you really want to show that you care about being part of us?Join us.Protect us”
I don't have time to reply as Carl advances towards Shane.
“We have to stay, Shane”
A breathless Lori comes out from inside the house.
“What is this?” she asks nervously, focusing her dark eyes on the man.
The latter ignores her by answering Carl's statement.
“We ain't going anywhere, okay?Now look, Hersel, he's just gotta understand.Okay?He…well, he's gonna have to.Now we need to find Sophia.Am I right?Huh?”
Shane kneels in front of Carl.
How sleazy is this man?
Using Sophia's name just to gain personal advantage.
I feel the bile rising up my throat.
I slowly move closer to Daryl, searching his eyes.
“We can't Daryl.Please”
The archer doesn't even look at me, his stiff fingers tightened around his rifle.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Lori stand in front of her son.
Sighing resignedly to the archer's indifference, I approach to understand what is happening between Shane and Lori but I don't even have time to take a couple of steps when I hear walkers growling in the distance.
“Oh shit!” I exclaim, trying to make sense of what my eyes are seeing.
Rick and Hersel are dragging two walkers towards the barn with two snare poles, the young Jimmy waves his arms in front of them trying to attract the attention of those two monstrous beings.
Shane launches into a frantic race towards the newly arrived group.
We all start running as fast as we can.
“What the hell are you doing?” Shane shouts beside himself with anger.
Rick grunts with difficulty to hold onto the walker.
“Shane, just back off!” he gasps while Hersel groans indignantly at the sight of the weapons in our possession.
And his words do nothing but add fuel to the fire.
Shane moves as if he were in the grip of pure madness.
“Are you kidding me?You see?You see what they're holding onto”
Around us there is total chaos.
I look for Daryl in the crowd and without thinking twice I approach him looking for contact with his body.
The man in response grabs my wrist and moves me behind him.
His grip is nervous.
Shane and Hersel continue to argue, yelling at each other with escalating anger.
Until the ex-cop stops and pulls a gun from his trouser pocket.
“Hey Hersel, man, let me ask you something.Could a living breathing person, could they walk away from this?”
He then fires three shots into the walker's chest.
Each shot resonates in my head, making me grip the archer's shirt tighter and tighter, burying my face between his shoulder blades, my body shaking with shivers.
Shane continues to scream as he fires more shots at the walker.
Until finally I hear one last shot and a surreal silence descends around us.
I move away from Daryl's back.
Shane storms toward the barn.
“Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone!Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us.Enough.Rick, it ain't like it was before!Now if y'all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it!I'm talking about fighting right here, right now!”
Now the man is out of control as he spits the words with an uncontrollable fury.
We all watch him helplessly while he grabs an ax and begins to break the lock that separates us from the walkers without stopping even with the repeated screams of everyone else.
For my part, I can't move, Carol next to me has a shocked expression.
My hand lets go my grip on the rifle to wrap around hers trying to give her some courage, the same courage I'm trying to muster for myself with all my might.
The situation has now completely degenerated.
“Shane, man, please don't do that!” Rick shouts, drowned out by the shouts of Lori and Glenn who try in every way to make the man reason but it's all in vain.
Shane grunts with each swing of the ax until the heavy metal lock falls to the ground with a dull thud.
Hersel and Maggie are kneeling in the dust, big tears streaming down their faces.
Patricia and Beth have a mask of terror on their faces.
Daryl and T-Dog raise their weapons in front of them ready to eliminate any threat while Glenn looks petrified, his arms hanging lifelessly at his sides.
Everyone else is simply too stunned to even move a muscle.
Slowly the barn doors open and the walkers begin to emerge from them.
A barrage of bullets hits them and even though the roar of the shots is deafening, the only thing I can hear are the subdued and heartbreaking cries of the Green family.
As I watch the bodies go down I can't help but think that each one was someone important to these poor people.
Dale walks past us with a shocked look and his mouth parted in a grimace of disbelief.
When the last shot rings out in the air, Beth's sobs soar with even more desperation.
Shane turns towards the man who is supposed to be his best friend, the two exchange a silent look full of mutual accusations.
Something has definitely broken between the two men.
The sound of shuffling feet coming from inside the barn captures everyone's attention.
The weapons rise again towards the large wooden doors waiting for the last walker to come out so they can put an end to it all.
After infinite moments a small figure appears.
A little blonde girl, wearing a blue t-shirt with a rainbow on it.
And even though I've never seen her I know who she is.
Without wasting time I forcefully grab the woman's hips, closing my arms in an iron grip around her waist.
Carol's scream is heartbreaking.
“Oh God!Sophia!Sophia…” sobbing Carol as she drops to the dusty ground.
My tear-filled eyes meet the archer's pain-filled ones.
The man drops his weapon on the ground, reaching us with two long strides and kneeling in front of us, he wraps his reassuring arms around both of us.
Unable to be strong enough for Carol I let out a soft cry too overwhelmed by the pain.
“Oh no no, Sophia.Sophia” Carol continues to sob.
I see Rick take a step forward and then another.
And another.
Until he reaches Shane's side.
The former officer puts his hand at his side and takes out his gun from his holster, watching helplessly as the girl advances and growls.
For a moment I can understand Hersel.
Even if the one in front of us is just a soulless monster, in our eyes she will always remain the sweetest Sophia, a sweet innocent soul torn away too soon and too violently from this damned world.
A sob shatters my chest, Daryl's hand immediately finds my face, caressing it with a disarming sweetness.
The click of Rick's gun makes Carol jump, the woman squirms slightly as if she wants to free herself from my grip and that of the archer to run to her little girl.
“Don't look” Daryl whispers in her ear and Carol obediently lowers her gaze, burying her face in his chest.
Horrified, I can't look away from Rick's movements.
I see his arm lift and point the weapon right at Sophia's head.
“Summer?”
Daryl's voice sounds distant, muffled, as if I'm underwater right now.
“Sunshine?Eyes on me”
His sweet command penetrates the bubble of pain in which I was imprisoned.
His head drops, hiding his tormented eyes from me.
And I'm sure he's fighting against his own feelings with all his strength to keep from falling apart, because he feels the visceral need to always show himself strong for the others.
Even though I knew it would happen, the echo of the shot makes me jump violently.
The tears now fall from my eyes without stopping.
“We were so close” I stammer between sobs.
“I know baby.I know” Daryl murmurs in a strangled voice, kissing my forehead and holding me close to him.
God, what are we going to do now?
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Wolf-ji 🤡
Toji x fem!reader
17+: Toji being a perv, swearing, described nudity I think. Somewhat creepy ig, he likes watching you do stuff. No smut, but it’s kinda spicy. Use of 2nd POV (you, your) rather than 3rd (she,her).
Notes: Keep in mind that he has the mind of a human, so don’t take it wrong 🤝 This man is my brain rot 🤤 lmk if I need to raise the age warning
Genre: Fluff/Crack, spicy idk
Toji had no fucking clue where he was. He expected hell to be… a lot less looking like a city alleyway. He tried to lift himself, rather than feeling like his legs they were bent at an uncomfortable looking angle. Pain flared in his left arm, he bent his head to see a bullet wound, a nasty one that kept on bleeding.
“The fuck?” He stretched as best he could, looking around for some sort of item that would give him his reflection. Luckily, there was a abandoned mirror, cracked and without purpose. Toji began to limp over to the reflector, his legs stiff rather than it’s normal nimble movements.
“Oh fuckin’ hell-“
Okay, so maybe going grocery shopping late at night might be a bad idea—especially since there’ll be all sorts of creeps walking around. Not to mention it’s freezing out there, but it’s too late. You’ve already stepped out of the store and onto the empty sidewalk, and if this was the Wild West there’d be tumble weeds rolling from view. You shiver, beginning your journey back to the safe confines of your home.
The store you frequented was your favorite, and the farthest… so to save time you’d take shortcuts through alleyways. Today would be the first time you were doing it late at night.
You stare into the darkness of the passageway in front of you, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.
“Quick… nice and quick…” you hype yourself up before storming ahead, using a quick pace to get you to the other side. The deeper you went, the darker it became and soon the only thing illuminating the alley was the clouded moonlight from above.
From ahead of you, you suddenly see a pair of eyes, gazing right back at you with a stern emerald green color.
You screamed as the eyes began to rapidly get closer, accompanied by the sounds of claws hitting against the ground. You dodged, reversing yourself and pressing your back to the alleyway’s wall. A harsh tug came from your grocery bag, which almost ripped your arm right off your torso. Muffled growling came from the creature that was trying to steal your food. Luckily, you recognized the creature that was attacking you, it was some dumb dog.
This made you enraged and frustrated, this shit costed you a good chunk of the money saved from the leftovers after you payed bills—and the bills around here ain’t cheap.
“Bitch!-“
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Toji is one lucky bastard. Perhaps this was god giving him a 2nd chance at life- their weird way of dishing out redemption.
Somehow, he was able to worm his way into the chick-he-was-about-to-rob’s heart. Life’s good for the man-turned-wolf, he’s got free food, a roof to live under, and no rent to pay. A bargain in his mind. The only downside being he won’t be able to fuck around anymore, and he sure as hell is NOT gonna fuck a dog.
You felt bad for the dog, the moment you saw it’s form when you scrambled out the alleyway. It wasn’t scrawny, but it wasn’t very lean either. It had a scar present on the right side of it’s mouth, sharp green eyes and dirty matte black fur. It sustained a limp arm, a recent wound most likely the reason why it didn’t go all out on you.
You couldn’t really just walk away from a hurt animal, the guilt would eat you up the moment you turned your back. You were also studying to be a vet, moments like this were what you meant for. So you left some food, ran home to fetch a med kit, and returned with your car.
Here you were now, caring for one big ass dog who kept stealing your food—even though you bought him his own food.
You named him Toji, mainly because that scar on the dogs mouth was hella familiar to the Toji you fawned over in Jujutsu Kaisen. He looked at you weirdly when you said that, but snorted a moment later and stalked off to your TV set.
The strange thing about him was that he apparently knew how to operate cable TV, which amazed you yet weirded you out at the same time.
You noticed Toji naps a lot, and wakes up whenever you turn on Netflix. He’ll eagerly sit next to you, sometimes snacking (read stealing) popcorn whenever you make some.
For some reason he likes tuning in whenever you play any anime episodes, especially Jujutsu Kaisen. Whenever Fushiguro comes onto screen Toji’s fluffy tail begins to wag a bit, which you giggle at. He’ll catch you looking and snap at you, which causes you to furthermore laugh at. In the end he’ll end up tackling you onto the couch.
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Toji often feels bored in your household. Nothing really for him to do since he’s apparently a dog now. Nothing to do other than follow you into the bathroom whenever you’re going to shower, keeping a keen eye on every curve of your body. Nothing to do other than watch the fat of your ass lower into his view when you have to bend over to clean up a mess you of him might’ve made.
Nothing to do other than create smutty fantasies of you in his head from when he was human, imagining what your cute little moans would sound like with you under him. Nothing to do other than watch your tits bounce whenever you two go out for a jog in the early morning. Nothing to do other than take a nap between your legs, resting his head on your stomach or between your breast whenever he can. Nothing to do but wish your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock instead of that popsicle you were sucking on a hot summer day.
Toji was a lucky bastard. And lucky bastards get what they want.
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“Toji? Toooojiiii, breakfast! Where’d the hell you go?” You called out, turning the house upside down as you looked for him.
“Toji?” The only place you haven’t looked was the guest bathroom, and currently the door was closed shut. You could hear shuffling from inside, which made you wonder how the dog could’ve closed the door. Without warning, you swiftly pulled open the door.
“What’s going on in her-“ You stopped mid sentence, mouth agape at the figure who stood in front of your bathroom’s vanity. You both stared each other down, your eyes blown wide open while his were glued to yours without emotion. It was a stare down for what seemed like ages, until the familiar man broke the silence.
“What?”
You screamed, and you wished it was without the s because it was embarrassing. He flinched at your volume and seemed to disappear for millisecond, only to return right in front of you, hand on your mouth.
“Jesus Christ- I know you’re a loud mouthed brat but now’s not the time to scream yer’ lungs out,” He huffed, “You can do that later,” The man smirked, you could feel your face flush a bit. After a sec, he hesitantly let go of your mouth. Your mouth was left agape again as Hulu blinked wildly in disbelief at the hulking man in front of you.
“I- wait a fucking second… where’s my dog!?” The man just deadpanned at you, you took this time to eye him up and down. His skin tight shirt had a massive part of it missing on it’s left side, dark splotches of blood surrounding it. The familiar man, however, seemed completely fine.
“C’mon, is it not obvious!?”
“No!? It’s not possible for some anime character to come to life!?” At this you dashed out the room, running into the kitchen to nab your phone to call 911. Before you could even pick it up from the counter, the phone was snatched at lightning speed.
“Hey-!” You whipped around, immediately meeting a stone hard chest.
You were trapped.
“What do I gotta do to prove ‘m real, huh?”
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Omfg this is so ooc 💀 writing in character is hard.
If anyone’s confused Toji died and reincarnated into a dead dog’s body that looks exactly like him. During the night get went back to the jjk dimension, shibuya happens, and he returns back human.
Not proofread 🤡
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Hello po! Can I request Bodyguard! Noir with a famous cosplayer s/o? The s/o is doing a fan signing and theres this one fan whos acting pretty creepy and starts flirting with em. The thing is, their relationship with Noir is private and the media hasn't found out.
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respectfully, back off. – bodyguard!spider noir x cosplayer!gn!reader
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peter loved everything about your dimension, earth-1218–it was so full of color and was so vivacious; especially during events that you frequented, such as the very one you brought him to, a cosplay convention where you were going to do a fan signing. peter wasn't very familiar with this whole 'cosplaying' gig you had going on–he didn't understand what all the hype was about, but if it made you happy, he'd support you a 110%.
he was taken aback by all the colorful and lively people and merchandise there was everywhere, the lights were his favorite part because they were all of different colors. he got a little giddy inside but was also super confuses when a bunch of people in both costumes, casual attire, and uniforms all stared at him and took their phones out. some asked for pictures with him, and you encouraged him to do it, but he was disoriented after the first few picture takings that you had to sit him down behind your booth for the fan signing.
though when he came back out, he was greeted to the sight of this... creepy person smiling a little too eagerly at the sight of you. you laughed at their 'jokes', but peter could tell that you were extremely uncomfortable. he came out from the back of the booth and confronted the person, towering over them and glaring down at them. "this guy bothering you, dearest?" he asked you with a low voice, and as you tried telling peter no so the situation could de-escalate, the creepy person smiled up at peter. "woah... no way, awesome spider noir cosplay, man!" they exclaimed as they pointed out all the little details he had on his costume.
the creepy guy's attention shifted from peter to you, however, as he tried grabbing both of your hands–begging you to go out and get some dinner with them. they told you they bought all your merch, liked and shared all your posts–the least they deserve is your affection in return, right...? of course not, you aren't indebted to their feelings–you didn't even know their name! as you backed away from them, they got frustrated with you and tried lunging at you to get you to come with them–but peter beat them to it and clutched their hands with his own and clenched them. hard.
"ow! what the hell? now... i-i don't care if you look awesome or sound like... like nick cage, you gotta let g- ah!" they exclaimed in pain as peter ball his fist up, with the creepy person's hand in his own. a series of pops and crunches were heard coming from the person's hand, and peter let go after they were wailing in pain. "i don't know who your 'nick cage' is, but i'm not that guy–i'm not just somebody to them." he said as he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, surprising you and your fans.
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peter looked at them all as some of your fans were snapping photos and filming this very moment, with them all asking themselves: who the he was this guy and what was his relationship with you? you got all embarrassed and a little frightened because you knew some of your fans were a bit... extreme like that stalker guy, whose hand peter crushed earlier. as you tried explaining yourself and apologizing for peter's actions, security was soon coming and were going to see the wailing stalker with their swollen, broken hand.
you took peter by the hand and ran off with him, hurriedly announcing your fan signing was now over, much to your fans' dismay. they tried chasing you down, and so did security after they hurried over to the stalker and asked what happened, who hurt them. as you and peter ran down the halls and stairs of the convention, peter was more than satisfied at having made his statement clear earlier: nobody was allowed to mess with you... not when he's with you.
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—Sir Sunghoon!
Pairing: sunghoon x reader
Warnings: Yandere , non-con , threats
Note! Here's i think my first sunghoon work?😭 Not my best work but it's something.
You could see him. You could clearly see him and his evil face , smirking. He's the reason you dreaded coming to the training center. He was your teacher. Ice skating teacher.
From the first day of his arrival , he had always had a weird vibe , he always made you uncomfortable. That is until he started doing the wrong deeds. Like talking to you inappropriately which was only the first step. He always used to talk to you like you were his friend , more of as a fwb. Like wishper in your ear about how good your body shape is , which is very creepy considering that he's your teacher and he has no rights talking about you or your body but did he care? He would always come closer to you to tell you how you should straighten your posture while putting his hand behind your back.
All started when you missed school a day and he told you to stay over so he could teach you what you missed. You stayed back with a thought of learning everything you missed .but only if you knew. You'd never stay back if you even had a hint.
He came to you with his usual cocky expression, smirking like am evil man. “come on let's first go to the land and see if you'll learn things there and then we'll proceed on ice” he said and you guys went towards the land area beside the couch. He started teaching you how to do the spins. You were trying your best when he suddenly came up behind you and held your hips making you gasp. “s-sir” gosh whenever you said that it always made him hard. “im going to jupm with you so be prepared okay?” he said pulling you closer towards his body and tightening his hold on your hips. He jumped at the count of three and woah , did it feel amazing to do the trick. But after that he didn't leave you or move back . Instead his hands started creeping towards your waist and his mouth came near your ear where he wishpered “did you enjoy trying on sexy lingeries?” which made you shook because that's what you did yesterday but you didn't tell anyone about it “excuse me? What are you talking about? And leave me” you said but he didn't budge , his hands started roaming all over your body which made you sqirm and wanting to get away asap. “i saw how hot you looked in every lingerie baby , ahh how I wish you'd wear those with me” he said making you shocked. He started putting his hand below your top and ripped it off making you scream. His hands went towards your bra and he said “scream or make noise and I'll leak pictures of you trying on those lingeries” he was definitely a perv and a psycho. But you had no choice other than obeying him. “please what did I ever do to you? Please let me go , i won't tell anyone about this , please”
He laughed at what you said. “hahaha what you ever did was tease me all along. You wear this tight clothes to impress me and i know it , but I don't like other guys staring at what's mine and definitely not in those clothes. I'm going to mark you today and show you who you belong to”
Saying that he pushed you on the couch , unclasped your bra and turns you around. Then he proceedes to take off your shorts and panties making you all naked for him. “ahh such a beautiful sight to see , you exceeded my expectations, you look even more gorgeous than i thought” He started getting out of his clothing too.at this point you started crying but you couldn't push him away because of his threat . You felt helpless whereas he felt on top of the world. He finally had you after months of stalking you and now he could do whatever he wanted to do.
His hard cock was on your entrance and it was like he was giving you a teaser. He started rubbing his tip on your core making you whimper. His lips were now on yours when he suddenly put him inside of you. It started hurting a bit but sunghoon only looked for his pleasure so he now started thrusting in you while his mouth was on your breasts. He was fucking you hard while marking you too. You moaned out a bit when he started sucking on your sweet spot making him smirk. “i knew it would make you feel good baby” but tahts not it. You were hating this and the moan came out because of the lack of control of your reactions. Your body started reacting to him too like clenching around him . But then again it wasn't your fault.
He suddenly got an idea . He put his hand around your neck , choking you a bit and came closer towards your face while telling you about his evil plan. “ahh I'm just imagining how cute you'd look with my babies inside of you hmm? You'd be a great mother and if I do breed you , you won't be able to go back home and tell your mom-dad about it . You'll have to stay with me so i help you take care of the baby because me and you both know that you don't have the heart to abort the baby , as it hasn't even done anything to you.” you knew it. You then realised how screwed and doomed you were.
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Hi hi! I've been meaning to request scenario 2 with Leo being the one to ask reader out, with prompt blue 8 ("where have you been all my life?") being said by Leo) and pink 11 ("you're telling me you believe in love at first sight?" Being said by the reader)
Destiny (rottmnt Leo x reader)
scenario 2: Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B’s s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.
prompt 8: "Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”
prompt 11: “You’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “I’m starting to.”
summary: Leo saves reader from a creep and they start talking.
relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader
warnings: fluff, stranger yokai being a creep
word count: 1k
A/N: i think it’s the first time i’ve ever written or even had to flesh out the “i’m her boyfriend, who are you? at the bar” trope lol technically it didn't end in Leo asking them out on a date but instead in asking for their number sdfsfd still i like how this one came out ^^ thank you for requesting, enjoy~
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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It was just another day in the Hidden City, and you happily skipped to your favourite food truck at the plaza. Around this time you would always come down here to get your beloved meal because there was no other like it anywhere else. The owner already knew you by name as well, and would usually have your food ready. It seems that today there was a new employee however, as you arrived and your order was not waiting for you on the counter as usual.
So you approached the truck and started talking to the guy after telling him what you wanted. He didn’t seem too interested in smalltalk though, so you gave a slight pout and stepped aside to wait for the food in silence.
You were about to take out your phone to entertain yourself when someone approached you. They called out to you and you made the mistake of looking in their direction, because you recognised them to be the creepy yokai who for some reason not only knew your name but also this schedule of yours and would usually lurk around, waiting for you, then try to chat you up and have you follow them somewhere. As politely but sternly as you could, you tried to make it clear for the umpteenth time that you were not interested.
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On the opposite side of the plaza, Leo happened to be taking a stroll, deciding what to do. He patted his stomach, concluding that he was indeed hungry and should get some food. There was this food truck nearby that he had seen a couple of times but hadn’t tried yet. He looked around until he found what he was looking for, but was distracted by your figure just mere metres from the truck. You looked very uncomfortable and some creep was clearly in your personal space. With furrowed brows he made his way towards the two of you; this will not be happening under his watch. (Besides, you looked like you were in line at the truck, maybe you could recommend him something off the menu.)
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Just as your tone started growing more and more frustrated, the yokai took a step towards you, and you tried taking one back, but were blocked. A man-sized turtle with a blue mask around his head materialised out of seemingly nowhere and threw his arm over your shoulder.
“Hey babe, is the food ready yet?” he asked you. You were about to scold him for calling you ‘babe’ when you had never seen this turtle before in your life, but as his gaze shifted towards the other yokai, you connected the dots of what was happening.
“Uhm, no, not yet. I’m still waiting” you answered after clearing your throat, and hoped that the creep would get the hint and leave already.
“So who’s this?” Leo asked, shifting his position ever so slightly so you were partially shielded by him.
“Me? I’m just a friend” the stranger spat out. “We were having a nice conversation until you appeared, get lost. Who are you?”
“You are not my friend!” you said and gave them an angry look. “I don’t even know you, so please stop bothering me.”
“You heard them, they don’t want you here. I’m the boyfriend, by the way” Leo added with something akin to venom in his voice. “So get lost or things will get ugly.”
The stranger scoffed at that, looking at you, but Leo hid you completely behind him, blocking you from view. The yokai shook his head and muttered something to themself, then left with a grumble.
Once they were out of ear-shot, Leo turned around with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry about butting in like that and for grabbing your shoulder” he apologised and scratched his neck. “You looked really uncomfortable and I thought I could help you out.”
“Not at all! You really saved me here, they’ve been lurking around for a while now” you explained. “So, thank you, …?”
“The name’s Leonardo, but-” now that Leo took a moment to take a proper look at you, he noted that you were drop-dead gorgeous. He was gonna add a ‘but you can call me whatever you want~’ to his introduction but all his confidence left his body at this realisation. “Y-you can call me Leo.”
With a smile you give him your name as well, and just then you get called from the food truck to pick up your order. You ask him if he has ever eaten here, and upon his negative response, you gasp in shock, and order some more things from the menu for him to try. You sit on a nearby bench and eat together, completely immersed in the conversation.
When the food was gone and your bellies were full, you took a look at your phone to check the time; it was way later than you had anticipated and you announced you would have to be on your way soon. But you had clicked so well, neither of you wanted to leave just yet. With a dramatic sigh, Leo leaned his elbows on his knees, with his head in his hands.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asks somewhat rhetorically, with a comically enamoured look.
“Hiding from you, apparently” you respond sarcastically with a snort, thinking how your schedules didn’t align at all and that’s why you only met him here by mere chance, though you would have loved to meet him sooner.
Since you had to go, Leo asks for your number, and you exchange your contact info.
“You know” Leo says as you both stand up from the bench, and he takes one more look at your name on his phone screen with a silly smile, then pockets the device. “It really must have been destiny for us to meet. I mean, what are the odds of you being in that situation just as I was walking by?”
“Destiny?” you laughed. “You’re telling me you also believe in love at first sight or something?”
Leo gave you a smug grin, which you admitted was very attractive, and softly grabbed your chin, leaning in ever so slightly.
“I’m starting to” he whispered just barely loud enough for you to hear. And with a wink, he said his goodbyes and left, leaving you a flustered mess.
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Hey there! How's everything going? I was just wondering if you could write a 1990 undertaker x fem!reader where he does his best to comfort her after walking in on her crying (that'd be a fun yet cute thing to read, plus, I've been going through some rough shit lately so taker was literally the first thing that came to my mind to help me cope)
Hi there, lovely anon and thank you for the ask! This idea was just so sweet - never written Baby!Taker before and I hope this makes you feel better, and that your situation improves in general.
Comfort
You dash down the wide hallway, tears blurring your vision; you’re so sick of your stupid boss! You’ve only been here a week and so you’re still learning your way around the arena and he thought it was funny to mock you in front of everyone about getting lost twice in one day. Honestly, all the hallways and doors look the same - just grey and blue everywhere! You turn a corner and go through the first door that you come to, relieved to find that it’s dark and quiet. You don’t bother switching the light on - it’s illuminated enough from an emergency exit sign over on the far side - just drop into a plastic chair and bury your face in your hands. You take a few deep, shuddering breaths as you try to bring your emotions under control but it’s useless and the sobs come in great waves, though you do your best to stifle them.
You’re not sure how long you sit there but the sound of the door opening brings you back to the present and you look around, gasping in shock at the sight that greets you. An impossibly tall figure fills the doorway, standing there in a hat and long black coat and your brain catches up and matches the figure to a poster you saw earlier when you were front of house. It’s one of the performers for the show tonight; a creepy-looking guy called The Undertaker. You notice that what looks like mist swirls around his feet and you swallow thickly before sniffing.
“The… The locker rooms are further along.” You say and then frown. “I think. I mean - maybe… oh, I don’t know.” Another wave of unhappiness descends, your bottom lip wobbles and the tears come again as you hide your face in embarrassment.
Rather than leaving the giant steps into the room, closes the door behind him and just stands there, watching. You look up, wiping your sleeve across your eyes.
“You’re sad.” The man’s voice is a monotone growl and you shift slightly in your seat as he moves closer. For an entertainer he’s not very gregarious - maybe he’s just trying to get into character for later.
“I-I’m OK. Just having a bad day.” You eye him nervously, watching the tails of his coat float in a non-existent breeze. You sniff again and then go very still as a huge gloved hand lands on your shoulder, lifts up and then comes down again. He’s … he’s patting your shoulder, but it’s entirely mechanical and a bit too heavy - as though he knows what to do, but not why he should do it. You roll your shoulder as you become aware that even through the gloves, his hand feels chilly and then you stand up before he leaves you bruised. Curious, you try to peer up under the brim of his hat in order to see his face more clearly. Two sharp eyes stare down at you and he grimaces slightly, seemingly uncomfortable with being looked at so keenly.
“It’s alright.” He says in that same flat tone and this time when his hand comes up you flinch slightly because it’s near your face and… oh. In the same automatic way as before, he starts to pat you on the head, the force squishing you down a bit each time. You allow it for a few moments and then reach up and catch his gloved hand in both of yours in an effort to save yourself from a concussion.
You hold on to his hand as you look up at him and you can’t help but smile at the endearing combination of cluelessness and well-meaning. He doesn’t smile back, but just tilts his head slightly as he stares down and you can see now that his eyes are green. He lifts the hand that you’re still holding on to and gestures to your face with it.
“You’re better.”
You let his hand go and nod, the smile still on your face. “I think I am, yes. Thank you.”
In a moment of inspiration you step closer and put your arms around his waist and give him a hug, pressing your face to his chest and leaving a stray tear on his wide necktie. You giggle slightly when as expected, his arms close around you in that mechanical fashion though he doesn’t squeeze. You stand like that for a good minute and you realise that if you don’t move, he’ll probably just remain. The thought is tempting but you still have work to do this evening and so you disengage from him.
“Thank you,” You say again. “That was really kind of you.”
“Welcome.” He replies, again demonstrating that he knows what societal niceties demand. He gives you a slow tip of his broad-rimmed hat and then in a swirl of coat tails and mist, he’s gone.
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