#cuz I don’t think they’ll know what happened to me if I leave
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MINE
c.sturniolo
includes: smut, oral!female, friends with benefits (kinda), friends with secrets, teasing, pet names, dom!chris, fem!reader.
short summary: you’re always been in a little situationship with chris, meeting up everyday, having sex in secret and pretending that you’re strangers in public but after chris’s team won the tournament he broke the friends with benefits thing.
“Oh- fuck”, Chris breathed out while throwing his head back while I was on top of him, bringing both of us closer to the edge. Once I felt him release inside me i got off of him and licked the juices off.
“Atta girl”, Chris praised me as he grabbed me by the arm and leaned in to kiss me.
“Don’t you need to start getting ready for the tournament?”, I whispered between kisses.
“It can wait”, Chris whispered back, deepening the kiss, I felt his hand sliding up on my chest.
“Not now”, I whispered.
“Yes, now”, Chris groaned.
I pulled away and threw his shirt at him.
“Get ready for the tournament asshole”.
Chris looked at me the whole time as I was putting my clothes back on.
“You’re so beautiful ”.
“Tell that to your girlfriend”.
“You know we broke things off”.
“Doesn’t seem like she thinks that way”.
Chris rolled his eyes as he got off of the bed, starting to get ready for the tournament.
“Are you nervous?”, I asked him.
“Not really, I know my team can win”.
“Okay, well I’m heading out.”
“Wait”, Chris grabbed me by the arm before I was able to leave.
“What?”.
“Will you be at the tournament? You know the the final, it’s important to me.”
“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will be there to cheer you on”.
“She’s not my girlfriend and I want you to be there.”
“You already got what you wanted. Sex before your big match. I think that’s enough.”
“I want you everywhere with me.”.
I looked at him and deeply sighed.
“Don’t you think how weirdly everyone would react when they’ll see me with you?”.
“I really don’t give a fuck on what people will think”, he whispered as his hands were softly trailing around my waist.
I breathed out as I backed away.
“I’ll think about it, bye for now”.
“Bye”.
At the tournament
I did arrive at the tournament because deep down I wanted to. I wanted to see how good he looks in his hockey clothing. I arrived earlier so I could catch up with Chris before his match but I saw him laughing with his team and his supposedly ex girlfriend standing very close to him. His arm was wrapped around her. I don’t know why I get so jealous when me and him are nothing. We’re just fucking for fun. At least that’s what he said a while ago.
He doesn’t know I’ve been having feelings for him and I’m not planning on telling him. He saw me from afar as he gave me a smile. I didn’t even notice how he was looking at me, I just walked away without noticing.
I walked into the nearest girls bathroom and started at myself in the mirror. A few minutes later she walked in.
“Hey”.
I turned to look at her and then turned to look at the mirror again, fixing my hair.
“Hi there”.
“Is it okay if I ask you something?”, she asked me with a worried tone.
“Go on”.
“Is everything okay with Chris? I figured that since you’re very close with him you might know what’s happening to him? He’s been acting very cold towards me”.
‘He doesn’t wanna be with you, he tried breaking up with you tons of times but you’re still not understanding the signs cuz you’re blind as fuck’ is what i wanted to say but instead
“I’m not sure. We don’t talk about stuff like that. I’m sure he loves you”, is what I said to her as I stormed out of the bathroom.
I saw more people surrounding the building so I walked into the arena to take my seat. Chris was standing next to the door. He was looking at me but I glanced at him and turned away. I was pissed and jealous. I was tired of pretending like I don’t feel anything back. I wonder if feels the same.
I saw the teams entering the ice arena and everyone was cheering and screaming loudly, especially to Chris obviously because he was the captain. I saw her again, sitting not so far away from me. She was smiling and cheering him. I started to feel like shit and so guilty because she has no idea what i’ve done with Chris plenty of times. That would destroy her and I’m trying to imagine myself in her place, I would feel the same way. I just hope that Chris will break it off with her for real in a nice way because I don’t want her getting hurt.
The game was going on for about an hour now and the teams were tied up and everybody was screaming so much. The winning goal was given to Chris. All the people surround me were loosing their minds and I know the pressure Chris was feeling. He bend down to his knees for a few seconds and he turned to the audience sight. His eyes met mine. I could see how nervous he was. I nodded to him and mouthed him
“You can do it”.
I swear, in this moment I could feel everything around me stop, like it was just me and him, having our moment. I snapped out of it quickly tho, noticing him nodding back and him holding his hockey stick firmly. He tricked the other team into spinning around in circles and him landing the puck straight into the middle of the gate. Absolutely everybody went wild, cheering. Chris was raised to the top by his team and all of them shouted “chris” at the same time. I got up and tried getting through the crowd only for her to stop again. I saw her eyes were teary and she was mad.
“What’s wrong?”, I asked her.
“I saw that little eye contact you had with Chris, I wondered why he wasn’t looking to my direction. I know everything..”,
My heart dropped because she was never meant to find out this way.
“Chris said he was gonna talk to you soon, im sorry you found out this way”.
She just looked at me and sighed.
“Look, next time, promise me that you won’t lie if you end up in situations like this. Tell the truth to the girl if the boyfriend is lying”.
I just looked at her because I felt guilty.
She softly smiled and leaned in to hug me.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too”, we both laughed it off. We quickly gave each other our phone numbers and she left the game. I saw people were leaving except the teams friends, families, girlfriends.
I tried leaving and I almost did but I heard my name.
“Chris is waiting for you”.
I turned my head and I saw Chris next to the door, I walked down the stairs and walked closer to him. He was looking at me, placing his hand on my cheek and softly playing with my hair. I slowly took off the helmet off of him and placed it on the chair. He looked so fucking good. The wet, messy hair.
“You’re so cute when you look up at me with those doe eyes of yours”.
“Yeah well I can’t change my height.”
“Sexy and feisty. Can’t get enough of you”, and with that he leaned in to kiss me in front of his whole fucking teammates. I didn’t care at that moment because this kiss felt real, because he officially broke the “friends with benefits”, situation. His whole team was cheering and that’s when I pulled away but Chris leaned me in for a hug.
“I love you, I always did”, I whispered into Chris’s ear. He had to bend down a little to hear me perfectly. Gosh, something about him bending down for me made me weak in the knees.
He smiled at those words and leaned in to kiss me again.
“My place, spend the night please”, Chris whispered between kisses.
“Okay, Christopher”.
“Call me that again”, Chris whispered again.
“I looked up at him as I pulled from the kiss for a few seconds.
“Christopher”, I whispered in a tiny seductive tone.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky”, Chris placed his hands on my ass and leaned in to kiss me again. I softly giggled and pulled him away.
“Don’to do that here”.
“Everybody needs to know hot my girl is”.
“Go get ready”, I softly punched his shoulders urging him so we could leave this place faster.
Never saw him getting ready this fast, he practically sprung out of the bathroom and fell into my arms.
“You really are something”, I giggled while he was attacking my neck with kisses.
Durning the car ride home it was silent but it was that comfortable silence.
“I broke it off with Camilla”, Chris said out of no where.
I looked at him with a questionable face expression.
“Did you talk to her?”, I asked him.
“Yeah, I thought she left the game before I could talk to her but she was waiting for me next to the bathroom after the game ended”.
“Okay, I talked to her too. She seems hurt.”
“I know. I know. But she pretended to never hear the words when I said that we need to break up so that pissed me off”.
“Well she finally heard you”.
“Yeah.”, Chris sighed.
As we slowly pulled to the driveway Chris parked the car and turned to look at me.
“I want you to know that we’re officially breaking this shitty benefits thing. I want you. Not just for sex. But I wanna know everything about you, I wanna spend every minute with you. I want you everywhere with me”.
I just looked at him and slowly picked up his hand and placed it where my heart beats. It was beating crazy.
Chris just looked at me and smiled, leaning in to kiss me again, this kiss felt real, for the first time it felt real. The kiss kept getting more intense, more heavy, Chris leaned in closer, placing his hand on my face, his breath got heavier and his hands were trailing down around my body.
“I need you so bad right now”, Chris whispered. His tone sounded needy and whiny.
“Not here”, I whispered.
Chris pulled away from the kiss getting out of the car, he walked to my side and opened the door for me. Both of us walked into the house, Matt and Nick were eating dinner in the kitchen. When they saw us Matt immediately walked up to us, giving Chris a hug.
“Congrats on winning the tournament bro”.
“Thanks”.
Matt smiled and then looked at me.
“So I’m guessing you guys made it official?”, Matt asked.
I looked to Chris, I thought that I will have to answer this but Chris answered before I opened my mouth.
“Yes, it’s official”, Chris spoke as he placed a soft kiss on my head.
“That’s cute”, Nick came up to us and gave both of us a hug.
“Well we’re gonna head out”, Matt said.
“What, where?”, I asked.
“Nick wants to see some new movie at the cinema and he’s begging for me to go with him”.
“Okay, have fun”.
“We will, y’all have fun too”, Matt winked at us before leaving the house.
“They left on purpose”.
“Definitely, which gives us the perfect opportunity”, Chris picked me up and placed me onto the kitchen table.
“You really can’t wait, can you?”, I teased him.
“Not when I have the perfect opportunity to please my girl when nobody’s home”.
I smiled at him as he slowly began taking off my shirt as well as I took off his shirt.
He slowly took me into his arms again and took me upstairs, placing me softly onto the bed and kissing all over my neck down to my chest. I breathed heavily not breaking eye contact.
He slowly lowered himself between my thighs, taking off my thong, trailing his fingers around my throbbing clit.
“Fuck-, Chris, please”, I whined.
“Patience pretty, patience.”
Chris slowly licked my folds, low whimpers escaping my mouth, him slowly fastening the peace as my fingers dig into his hair, thrusting my hips into his mouth. He slowly entered his fingers inside, i arched my back digging my fingers deeper into his hair. He threw one of my legs on his shoulders so he would have more access.
I grabbed onto the bed sheets, biting my lower lip trying my best not to let out any sounds.
“Let me hear you ma, i love the sounds you can make with that pretty voice of yours”, Chris teased.
“Don’t fucking stop, oh - my god.”, I whimpered out, throwing my head back.
Chris brought me to the edge making me gasp out loud. He got onto the bed and leaned in to kiss me once again, leaving marks on my neck.
“Slow down there”.
“I’m good, gotta let let everyone know you’re mine”.
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the way i got lazy at the end to write the smut im sorry yall 😞😞been super super busy so please bare with this one. i love you all💗
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Just Breathe, Love. I’ve Gotcha
Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Babies come unexpectedly. It’s one thing being alone…thank god he was there • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Implied Sex • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Anxiety / Illness / Nightmares / Mentions of Miscarriage & Other Pregnancy Scares
Requested by: Anon
Y/N stood anxiously outside the house she shared with Daryl as it was practically brand new after the rebuild of Alexandria. She still couldn’t believe she convinced him to live with her above the surface. Nothing wrong with the basement just that things were changing and they’ll need more space.
Daryl finished getting packed for their trip to The Kingdom to help them for a month, but as he approached his bike gesturing with his body language for Y/N to join him…she hesitated.
“Love, cmon. If we leave now we can make it before sunset”
“Uh I can’t get on your bike though”
“What?” Her saying that confused the man extremely. “You’ve ridden on my bike before, what’s stopping yea now?”
“Fuck uh” Just say it. Just say it. “It won’t be safe for me and the baby, Dar”
The silence grew until Daryl simply blinked at his partner before throwing his pack on and getting onto his bike driving off. Y/N frowns thinking he needed to get some air after that news but before she even turned around, Daryl turned his bike around bringing itself into the garage.
“Dar?” She frowns taking a few steps toward the garage when Daryl came running out dropping his pack on the way and instantly engulfing her in his arms.
Y/N instantly latched onto her partner hiding her face in his shoulder as she started to sob happily hearing Daryl go on and on about how excited this is going to be for them. They were finally safe from any and almost every harm the world can throw at them.
They were going to be alright
First Trimester
…Maybe
The longer you get to know Daryl, you start to pick up on some things he does. In this very moment Maggie noticed two when she thought the archer was simply coming to the Hilltop for the community trading. Daryl, just a little, stuck out his tongue when he was in deep focus looking around Maggie’s office in search for one of her pregnancy books and another thing he did was his tiny finger taps when he was anxious. He is a very secretive and normally good at camouflaging, going unnoticed.
But she wasn’t going to stand there long. Only making herself known when she figures out what Daryl is looking for. That the moment he reached for the pregnancy book in her bookshelf, Maggie stepped into the room entirely.
“Find what you’re looking for?” Maggie smiles watching Daryl drop the book quickly turning to her.
“Yeah”
“Are yea gonna pick it up and take it? Didn’t take you for a seahorse, Daryl” Maggie teased watching him pick it up giving her a look. “How come Y/N didn’t—“
“Nah stop right there” Daryl quickly shushed her. “She’s comin’ next week to tell yea herself and she will kill me if she learns you knew from me”
“Oh boy you already fucked up that’s why you’re saying such” She smiles fighting back a laugh and failing. “Who did yea tell?”
“Rick”
“Oh” Maggie gave him a surprised look that quickly morphed into confusion. “Why would she be mad at you for telling Rick? He’s your best friend, brother even”
“Nah it wasn’t cuz I told Rick. It was when we had JUST found out” Daryl went silent after such and it didn’t take Maggie much to connect the dots as she brought herself to lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Y/N is a very careful person. Your baby will make it and be absolutely perfect” She smiles at her friend before bringing him into her embrace feeling him tighten around her. “That baby is so so lucky to have you as a dad, Daryl. I can’t wait for you to experience it”
“Mags…”
“I don’t want to hear it. You’ve beaten yourself up about it enough and I know just saying that won’t make you instantly stop. But you’ve got to realize…we couldn’t have predicted what happen to have happened. Focus on the now Dixon” Maggie smiles parting from the man as he still hung his head low. “I won’t tell your partner that I know. But she better get her ass here soon so I can congratulate her”
Daryl returned back to Alexandria that night to find Y/N asleep on the couch after waiting a while for her man to come home. He set everything he was carrying down on the table as quietly as he could before approaching his girl and carefully picking her up. The action did cause her to stir just a bit but she didn’t care and brought her arms around his neck to secure her when he carried her upstairs.
“Long day?” She yawns out as he carefully places her on her side of the bed.
“A bit, sorry I was late” Daryl sat on the edge and took off his shoes as Y/N sat up enough to bring herself to lean against him until he was ready to climb into bed. “You gotta tell Maggie the news before it slips out of me” Which it already did.
“Mm. I have to go to get clippings from her for Alexandria’s gardens. Rick thinks we’ll have the water system done in about a month or two”
“You’re not allowed to overwork yourself, love” Daryl placed a kiss on her forehead before fully bringing himself to face her so he could kiss her completely.
Y/N wrapped her arms around him continuing to kiss her man as she brought herself to sit in his lap feeling his arms snake around her waist.
“What’s gotten into you, sunshine?” Daryl chuckles lightly to himself in between kisses feeling her get situated with her legs around his waist.
“Hormones.” Y/N giggles for a second before returning to her kissing. “You want me to stop?” She whispers only for Daryl to carefully bring her on her back onto the sheets as he towers her.
“No”
The next couple mornings were always spent sleeping in after the hours from the night before doing feeding into certain cravings.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, mamas” Daryl laughs kissing Y/N’s bare shoulder bringing himself to sit up watching his partner get up from their bed.
“Shouldn’t you be helping with the bridge plans this morning?” Y/N gave him a smile through the mirror above their dresser as she took one of his shirts slipping it on. “Instead of feeding my cravings” she continues to smile watching the archer get out of the bed shirtless in all his glory bringing himself behind her wrapping his arms around her.
“I’d always rather stay in bed with yea, than work” He chuckles kissing her temple. “‘Sides. We gotta tell Carol and Zeke the news”
“I’m still mad that you lied about not telling Mags. But thank you for getting the book…amongst other things” Y/N continued to smile as Daryl kisses her cheek before slipping away to get ready for the day leaving her alone for a moment.
Her smile faded when she opened the book to a part that talked heavily about complications. These “what to expect when you’re expecting books” have always been informative but Y/N never thought they’d be scary. Or feed into her fears.
It didn’t take long for Daryl to notice her sudden change in demeanor, especially on the drive to the Kingdom. He thought she was upset from their trip of 2 turning into five with Eugene, Rosita, and Rick tagging along. But she didn’t care about them joining and part of her didn’t talk about it with Daryl.
When they arrived, Y/N instantly got out of the car when she spotted Carol stepping out to greet them as Daryl tried to catch up but noticed his friend’s happy expression to the news falter only slightly until it went to warm reassurance when telling Y/N something. She soon pulled away from her to approach Daryl and hug the man.
“I’m gonna take your girl for a few hours.” Carol smiles still hugging Daryl as he instantly looked at Y/N for any sign that she was upset and all she gave was her usual smile that always struck him. “So don’t you dare come tracking us down.” She laughs pulling away from his embrace. “She’s in good hands, they both are”
Daryl trusted her, of course, but his worry still made him give his radio to Y/N knowing he’ll be with Rick when she’s gone and he always has one on him in case of emergencies.
“Be safe” He whispers kissing her cheek as she hums in response before going with Carol outside the Kingdom walls.
They soon found themselves seated behind a log after tracking down a small herd of deer as Y/N kept her eye on them with her hunting rifle in hand while Carol had her bow. She really kept her attention on her friend that glued her gaze on the buck.
What if something bad happens?
What if I get hurt and lose the baby?
What if I lose the baby?
Late term miscarriage?
Freak walker accident?
What if…
What if I die?
What if I die having the baby?
What if I need a c-section and it can’t be done?
What if—-
“It’s normal to be scared”
Her voice caught Y/N off guard in her thoughts as her emotions acted only by showing the tears form and roll off her cheeks. Carol frowns setting her bow down about to lay a hand to reassure her when a gunshot rang through and a thud echoed after.
The two were now looking at the buck Y/N had just shot down and as Y/N approached the down animal she noticed a deer and its baby run off.
I don’t want to leave Daryl and…fetus. I don’t want anything to happen to me Y/N sobbed and without any word from her end, Carol carefully brought her family into her arms holding her until she felt okay enough to go back.
Daryl wasn’t very helpful to the others when Y/N was gone. He honestly hope she had radio’d him so that he’d have an excuse to take off and find her. But she was okay when she came back. From what he gathered. When the two came back he offered to help prepare the meat but instead Carol brushed him off with a look to take care of his woman. Y/N didn’t say anything, didn’t even say anything to Carol, but he knew she just wanted him there in the moment.
Second Trimester
“I’ll be back in a week”
“I know. You still didn’t have to drop me off at the Hilltop like a daycare system”
“You get anxious alone in the house, sunshine. Rick and Michonne didn’t want you over because Judith is sick. Plus you’re helping Maggie with the garden layout designs.”
“Which you reminded me I couldn’t physical help with Hilltop’s” Y/N scoffs in a playful tone resulting in a smile Daryl wished to see from where he was at. Sadly the Sanctuary. “You’re missing out on a lot of movement…”
“She better calm the fuck down until I get there”
“Dead set on a girl?” Y/N smiles leaning against the headrest in the bed of the spare bedroom in the Barrington House, gently rubbing circles on her belly. “If that’s the case then, both your girls miss you.”
“I’ll be back to y’all soon”
“I love you, honey”
“I love you bee”
Y/N continued to smile holding the radio knowing she could continue the conversation with Daryl and he wouldn’t give a damn about his responsibilities at the Sanctuary just to continue for himself. He knew it was risky to take on the task of watching the shithole for a month, but both he and Y/N knew it was hard to say no to Rick. Though the biggest reason he said yes was knowing she wouldn’t give birth in the second trimester.
Shit can still happen but it doesn’t
Well, not literally.
Everything raced in Y/N’s mind as she watches Hershel Jr for an afternoon while Maggie gets a few things done for both her and her son, and the community she leads. Which included creating the farm plots outside the Hilltop walls as long as there were spikes protecting her home and the gardens.
“Your Uncle Daryl just loves seeing you, and I know he’s going to hog you when he arrives” Y/N smiles talking to Hershel Jr as he babbles while smiling up at his aunt. “You’re just…one happy little guy.” I miss Glenn she thought as she looked at his son feeling that awful anxiety return making her face contort to discomfort which the small child instantly took note of resulting in him mimicking her feelings. “No no no, I’m okay. You’re okay” she did her best at reassuring as she carefully picked Hershel up holding him protectively in her embrace quietly shushing his sobs.
A few hours passed and Maggie finally got a moment to herself as she plans to relieve Y/N of watching her son. But while she did expect Daryl to already be bothering his wife since he arrived an hour prior to her break, she was stopped by the archer.
“What are—-“
Daryl shushed Maggie quickly before showing that Y/N was asleep along with Hershel Jr happily laying on her enjoying the warmth she emitted. “Let’em sleep”
Maggie couldn’t agree more as she left him to admire the sight before she came back about an hour later for much needed baby time with her son.
When Y/N woke she noticed no baby and scrambled a bit too fast for her comfort resulting in her pause to hold her belly as Daryl instantly brought himself from the window to sit with her resting his hand over hers.
“Maggie got her son a bit ago. Didn’t wanna wake yea”
“You were supposed to wake me up when you got here” Y/N pouts only for her expression to instantly change to the bandage on Daryl’s thigh as she was instantly shushed by the man which was only going to make her angry.
“Nothin’ too serious just a bit of road rash”
“You spilled on your bike?!”
“Eh more like. Failed dismount” That rarely happens but one can imagine Daryl’s foot getting hooked onto his bike resulting in both him and the ride falling. Better than riding your bike and hitting a hole that sends you launching to your dea—-“Sunshine? You’re staring”
She really couldn’t help the tears that sprung on feeling Daryl’s calloused yet soft hands wipe them away when he noticed.
“I’m gonna be okay. Again, nothin’ serious” Daryl reassures, getting anxious when Y/N didn’t say another word on the matter but he knew she was thinking something. Her mind was never really one to be quiet. “Alright love, come here” he gestures for her to bring herself into his side leaning into him as he brought his arms around her, the hand in front of her instantly placing itself on her belly as she instantly brought her attention to such.
“She keeps kicking me in the ribs…but at least she’s positioned right”
“Good to know about the position…thing. But her kickin’ your ribs don’t sound comfortable”
“Want me to demonstrate?” Y/N jokes causing a small smile to break out when her man chuckled lightly to such before kissing her followed by a ‘no’. “Good. Shit sucks anyway”
Third Trimester
Daryl was already a hoverer. Now it was worse and a bit weirder. At least if you asked Y/N. She always found him somewhere in the room if he wasn’t right beside her and he’s really only hovering in case she “pops”. A word she now hates from what he uses it for.
“Siddiq is at the Hilltop. Should be back in the week in case you po—-“
“You have to stop saying that word. It’s weirding me out”
“Sorry” Daryl frowns watching Y/N struggle to get her shoes on and every time he tried to help, she would swat him away. Only frustrating the man who wants to take care of his pregnant wife.
The usual sigh of defeat is his indicator for him to go ahead and help.
“Do we have any pickles left?” Y/N asks with a pleading pout watching her man’s face change with his thoughts as he tied her shoes. “Or that jam Jerry made with his wife?”
“If this is another weird food combination, don’t make me try it” Daryl scoffs playfully but when he locked eyes with her she started tearing up and it was an instant shot through the heart. “No no please I’m sorry. I’ll try it if yea want me to”
“Yeah?” Her voice cracked watching him nod listening to him reassure her even if her mind was currently a pregnancy fogged mess.
While Daryl got up to get her her craving, Y/N felt that wave of anxiety, but with pain this time.
“Ouch” Y/N winced holding her belly and checking her watch that wasn’t totally rendered useless in the apocalypse where one can barely tell the time. It worked well for timing—-“Contractions?” She whispered to herself feeling the pain come suddenly the second time around. “Fuck.”
The archer didn’t come back immediately because her first “ow” followed by a few others, he didn’t hesitate to radio Siddiq or anybody in his vicinity to get him on. Once he was instructed on what to do while the doc makes his way over, Daryl stepped into the living room finding Y/N flinging her shoes off with a bit of struggle as she gripped her stomach.
“We gotta get you ready”
“Fuck off” She whined. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing” she cries when another painful contraction hit, making Daryl come to her side trying to help her up hoping their bed would make it more comfortable. But she immediately fought him making her cry more when she thought she had hit him too hard.
“Y/N. I’m gonna carry you”
“You’re gonna drop me”
“I’m not”
“But I’m fucking HUGE and in PAIN. You’re only going to irritate me”
“Well that ain’t new. You used to push me off the bed” Daryl scoffs not caring anymore about the love taps he was receiving when picking up his partner.
“Because you are a human heater! But then I’d start sobbing” She states, already doing so as she held onto Daryl when he carried her. He debated taking her to the infirmary instead but she’s fighting him just from moving her from the couch to the bed. It would’ve been worse going from the house to the infirmary.
“I’ve gotcha, love”
“You’re gonna drop me”
“Do you want me to drop you?”
“No!”
“Then I’m not” Daryl tried to fight back his laughter when he finally got her to bed, adding his pillow with her several ones to have her sit up. “I gotta radio Siddiq see where he’s at”
“Please don’t leave me” Y/N sobbed holding onto his arm as she curls up a bit when another contraction struck. Daryl held her arm feeling her nails dig into his as it only made his anxiety worse, imagining what hers was.
“I ain’t going anywhere love” Daryl reassures as he had his radio on him.
The entire time Daryl was on the radio trying to get an ETA on Siddiq, Y/N laid there uncomfortable as the tears build up thinking the worse possible things that could happen without a doctor or at least someone who’s delivered babies being there. She loosened her grip when he started to pull away only to get the things needed that Siddiq was telling him from the other side.
“Siddiq is close and he’ll come straight here” Daryl states setting towels down on the side of the bed by her feet. “Yea need anything? Y/N?” He frowns watching her hold her belly protectively. “Hey? Love—-“
“It’s gonna hurt…I-It’s already hurting but once she’s—-“
“Yeah but once she’s out then it’ll get—-“
“Oh it won’t be the same. It won’t be the same” Y/N started to laugh nervously concerning Daryl a bit given she was still crying and her contractions were getting closer. “What if I tear?!”
“Stitches”
“What if I bleed too much and—-“
“We’ve talked about that but not in the sense of this” He gestures to the situation. “We have solutions to these problems”
“Not if I die!” Y/N snaps suddenly and before Daryl could even reassure that anxiety, Siddiq knocked on the door making himself present along with other supplies needed.
It was about time and Y/N wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready this entire pregnancy because of everything that could go wrong and how much pain it’s going to become. Her grip on Daryl worsened, at this point he thought she was going to break his arm.
“You have to push on the next contraction, Y/N. Okay?” Siddiq’s words just went straight through her head, all she felt was the pain and Daryl’s hand squeezing hers. Which led to—-
“I-I can’t…” She sobbed to Daryl as he gently brushed away the hair sticking to her face. “It’s hurting and it’s getting worse. What if—-“
“Hey…just breathe, love” Daryl reassures bringing his free arm around her shoulders looking only at her as if it was only them in the room. “Breathe with me, alright?” And so she did while squeezing his hand every breath that was difficult to fulfill. “You’ve got this, sunshine. Just a few more then a lifetime with our girl”
Oh how the pain was all worth it in the end, and the anxiety simply slipped away…
The soft cries filled the room and both of their eyes were drawn to the little girl being held up wrapped in a towel. Y/N started to sob as Daryl pulled away for just a moment to cut the cord before being handed their daughter. He was already teary-eyed but now the archer was sobbing when he held their daughter and finally handed her to her mother.
Just breathe Y/N smiles through tear filled eyes at their little girl. Oh this beautiful little girl she held her close gently placing a kiss to her forehead.
“You did perfect, mamas” Daryl kisses Y/N’s forehead feeling him bring himself back to holding his partner as she held their little one.
“Thank you…”
“For?”
“For helping me bring this beautiful little girl to the world”
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BINGO: friends to lovers w/tasm!peter parker
Prompt 17: "Do you think they heard us?" "Yes. We did."
reader & peter having a ‘will they won’t they’ kind of thing going on for a while/just so much pinning with stolen stares, hugs that last too long, the other boiling with jealousy but never saying anything because it’s not their place.
then it all just comes to a breaking point where one of them is acting off/distance and they have a fight about it until they confess to the other that they’re in love with the other and it hurts too much to be around them and that leads to smut 🫶🏽
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, angst, smut
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.3K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Peter had a more… complicated friendship. Best friends since childhood and ever since then, you both have always danced around your feelings. You finally decide to drop your feelings for your best friend after he starts spending more time with Gwen Stacy, and decided to go out on a date with one of the jocks from school and pull away from Peter, unbeknownst to you him, Gwen, and some more of your best friends are planning a giant date proposal for you.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - I gave y’all some extra friends cuz y’all don’t have enough- || you definitely know about him being Spider-Man, and your friend group || you have glasses now! (During studying) || he accidentally blows you off for Gwen but with good reason! || cursing and foul language || you think Peter likes Gwen so maybe a little bit of angst but it’s resolved quickly || yeah no maybe a bit more than a little bit of angst- || made up OC that’s a jock and you go out with him smut warnings: sex with people in the same house as you, Peter is a fucking munch no one can change my mind, more experienced reader x less experienced Peter, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, creampie
“So, we have her favorite flowers booked, we have her favorite food, anything else?” Gwen looks up from her clipboard that was meant to make her look more professional. She and Carter, a guy that pushed his way into your friend group, along with Alia and Jamison, all had a bet on when the hell this was going to happen.
Gwen placed two weeks, and Alia was already out because she said three days, while Carter said one week and Jamison a week and a half. The winner would have your child named after them; it was a good bet.
“Do we have her favorite songs lined up?” Peter was chewing on his thumb, anxiously walking back and forth on the roof of his apartment. “And-”
“Peter, you’re overreacting so much,” Gwen says laughing, holding up her clipboard. “I already have everything ready! You have no need to worry about anything, I got the flowers, the lights, the food, everything! It’s going to be perfect.” She looks down at her watch, nodding. “Now, it’s almost eight-”
Peter quickly looks down at his phone, gasping. “Holy shit, I was supposed to meet Y/N at seven for movie night! I’ll see you later, Gwen, thank you!”
He grabs his bag, jumping off the roof and shooting a web out to catch him.
“Go get her bug boy!” Gwen yells as Alia comes behind her, biting into one of your favorite candy bars.
“You think they’ll fuck?”
“I highly doubt it.”
It didn’t take Peter long to get to the fire escape of your apartment, settling himself onto the railing to watch your scrunched face stare down at a physics worksheet. You mumbled softly, flipping through your notes and pushing up your glasses before slamming your head down onto your desk.
It makes Peter wince as you groan loudly, quickly pushing up your window making you look back with a gasp. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I’m late, I was with Gwen-”
“Peter, what are you doing here?!” You whisper yelled, quickly standing and pushing against his chest. “You need to leave! Now!”
“What? Why?” He looked down at his suit, more specifically where your hands were on his chest before he heard more footsteps. “Is someone here?”
“Peter, leave! Now!” You pushed him out the window, quickly closing and locking it before shutting the curtains.
“I brought us some snacks!” A voice says, Peter peeking into your room in the slight exposition of the curtains. “So, strawberries or cheese? Or both, like in Ratatouille?”
You giggle, walking toward the form, Peter almost growling when he saw Henry’s pretty face and blond hair. “You know, strawberries and cheese aren’t that bad. I’ve tried it before.”
“Oh yeah?” Henry laughs. “How about we watch Ratatouille and reminisce instead of doing physics?”
You laugh. “Oh, I wish. What about we get some work done and then we watch Ratatouille?”
Henry nods, plopping onto your bed in the same space Peter always did making his fists clench. “I’ve never been good at physics.”
You giggle, shaking your head as you spin your chair around. “Me either.”
He hummed, rubbing his chin. “What about your friend? Parker? He’s good at physics, isn’t he?”
Your eyes flicker toward the window, Peter raising a brow as he nods his head in agreement. “His name is Peter,” you stand, quickly shutting the curtain correctly. “And yes, he is sickeningly good at physics.”
“Why don’t we call him up?” Henry opens his binder, humming. “I’m sure he could help.”
Your brow ruffled when the doorbell rings, quickly standing. “Who could that be?”
“Let’s hope it’s Peter,” Henry laughs as he follows behind you, your pretty apartment organized chaos.
When you open your door, your face falls when you see Peter in his clothes, obviously messy like he changed coming down the stairs (which he did, thank you), a smile on his face. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Peter!” Henry says, smiling. “You’re here!”
“I am,” Peter tries not to make his voice sound completely and utterly annoyed. “Got a sense that someone might need my physics powers.”
“Well, your sense was wrong,” you said immediately, Henry laughing.
“No, it was right. It really was.”
“You gonna let me in?” Peter asks as you glared up at him.
“Henry, I think it might be best if we continue this another day. You have to be home by eight thirty anyways, right?” You look back at the blonde boy who looked down at his very expensive watch.
“Oh, where did the time go! Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow night?” He starts walking toward your room, Peter taking that as his chance to sneak in.
“Yes!” You yelled back, shoving Peter who barely budged thanks to his new abilities. “Tomorrow night sounds good!”
Henry comes walking back out, bag over his shoulder. “Perfect,” he smiles at Peter. “Maybe I’ll see you before then, Parker! Hopefully we can get some physics done, my mom is making pot roast that is literally to die for so I need to get back.”
“Ooo, pot roast,” Peter says all posh like Henry does, and you roll your eyes instead of laughing like you normally would. “That sounds so good. You can’t miss that, Henry.”
“Right!” Henry laughs, turning to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow night?”
You nodded. “That sounds great, Henry,” you say as he slowly walks out, slowly closing the door before Henry quickly puts his hand between the door and the frame. “Yes?”
“I uhm… have a good night, Y/N.”
You inhale shakily, smiling. “You… you too, Henry.” Slowly, you close the door and lock it before turning around, jumping when you see Peter. “Peter!”
“What’s going on tomorrow night?”
You scoffed. “Henry’s taking me out on a date.”
Peter froze, quickly fixing his glasses as though his vision would affect his hearing. “What?”
You rolled your eyes. “You heard me. He’s taking me out tomorrow night to a restaurant his father owns.”
Peter shakes his head. “I… we have plans tomorrow night, Y/N.” Tomorrow was the night, you couldn’t not come on the night.
You shake your head back, crossing your arms. “Well, I thought you’d be late to that like you were today.”
Peter scoffs, rubbing his chin. “I was late one time, Y/N! You know I always come!”
You put your finger out, wiggling it toward him. “No! No, it wasn’t one time! It’s been every day for the past three weeks, you’re late to class and you say, ‘Sorry Y/N, I was with Gwen’, or study halls, ‘Sorry Y/N, I got caught up with Gwen’, or something with Gwen fucking Stacy! If want to hang out with her, you hand out with her, but don’t make plans with me whenever you’re going to be late or you don’t fucking show up at all!”
He didn’t stand you up that many times, did he? He goes through all of them, wincing slightly. Maybe he had stood you up a lot.
The room was silent as you inhaled shakily, rubbing your face with your palms. “Just… I need to finish my homework. You wasted my time arguing with me about something I’ve told you about for the past week.”
Peter’s face scrunches. “You haven’t told me about going on a fucking date with Henry fucking Ford.”
“His name is Henry Baltimore!” You yelled at him once again, covering your mouth. You had yelled more at Peter tonight more than you ever had before. “You would know that if you would read your fucking texts. Now, I need you to leave before I say something I can’t take back.”
Peter shakes his head, quickly coming in front of you. “No, Y/N, please. Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t go, don’t go out with him tomorrow night. I need to tell you something important.”
You shake your head, inhaling shakily as you press your face into your hands to hide your teary eyes from him. What was he going to tell you, that he and Gwen were dating?
“Peter, I don’t want to see you, please leave.”
He shakes his head, holding your shoulders. “No, I’m not leaving, I’m not-”
You shoved him, gasping in air to hold back your tears. “Peter, get the fuck out!” He inhaled deeply as you wipe at your cheeks, sniffling. “Y/N-”
“Peter, I’m not going to tell you again. Get out.”
Slowly, Peter walks toward the door as you stand there, arms cradling your own body as you try to control your breathing. He doesn’t say anything as he opens the door, looking back at you as you breathed shakily. “Y/N,” he says softly, but you shake your head, refusing to look back at him. “I just… I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, grabbing the blanket from the couch. “Lock the door on your way out, and leave the key under the door.”
Your heart aches as he does exactly what you said, but what else could he do? You wanted him to do one thing but told him another, how could he know what you wanted him to do?
Peter kneels down slowly, slipping the key back under your apartment door before that special tingle comes in. “What do you want?”
He slowly stood and turned around, sighing when he saw Henry. “Oh uhm… I-I left my charger.”
Peter nods slightly, holding back a scoff. How the hell do you forget a charger? “Right.”
“Peter?” Henry says as he starts to walk away, pausing. “You… you’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
The one time the stereotypical jock had to be smart, the one fucking time.
“You just… you treat her right and I won’t kill you.”
You were going to kill Peter Parker. Henry called you an hour before your date after you spent hours getting ready, hoping to have the pretty dress you spent good fucking money on ripped off at most three hours into the date and the makeup you spent hours on ruined by the morning.
But no, Peter, Peter fucking Parker bad to ruin it all — all of it.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I really think you should talk to Parker before you go on a date with me. If nothing changes, I’m here.”
Changes? What the fuck was going to change?
You banged on the door, your knuckles burning as you looked down at the pink dress dotted with hand sewed strawberries all over, especially on the pink area of the corset. You did not spend almost two hundred dollars on a dress (with matching lingerie) to not have it ripped off.
When Gwen opened the door, she gasped. “You’re here!” She looked down at her watch. “And early! Why aren’t you on the roof-”
“Where is he?”
Gwen pauses when she hears your voice, slowly letting you inside as you stomped toward his room, unknowingly following the path of red rose petals.
“Hey Y/N- Y/N?!” Carter was shocked to see you before you opened Peter’s door, looking around before groaning and slamming the door.
“Peter! I know you’re in here! What the hell did you do, Henry called and canceled on me!”
You continue to turn around, gasping when you see him kneeling down in front of you. This was not happening.
“What… what are you doing?”
“We-Well uhm,” he quickly stands, fixing his suit. Peter never wore a suit. “That was probably too formal, the kneeling, but uhm-”
“Peter,” you say finally, inhaling. “Hurry up and say what you were going to say.”
He slips his hand into his pocket, slowly taking out a velvet box. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry it took me so long, I am, I just wanted it to be perfect.” He opened it slowly, a thin silver band with a diamond in the center making you gasp. “It’s just… I didn’t know what to do. You said, you said you always wanted a promise ring and-”
“Hurry up, Peter!” You almost screeched, quickly covering your mouth as he smiled, his pretty whiskey eyes looking up at you.
“Well, do you want me to kneel down or-”
You cupped his face, quickly pulling him down to kiss you, humming as his hands quickly found their place at your hips. You could feel the pressure of the small box, slowly stepping back as he follows obediently, groaning against your lips before the back of your knees bump against his mattress. Slowly, he pulls away just enough to press the velvet box into your hand.
His cheeks are red as he brushes his nose against yours, humming. “Is that a yes?”
You nodded, gasping as he slipped the ring onto your finger before setting down the box. He inhaled shakily as he lifted your hand to press against his lips. “I hope this is okay. We’ve been friends for years and-”
“Dammit, just shut up, Peter.”
You pulled him down to kiss you making him rush to put his own ring on push you down against the bed, groaning as his fingers rub against the satin ribbon keeping your dress on your body. “H-How the hell do you undo this-”
“Just pull it, you need to untie it,” you giggled, sitting up just enough for him to tug on the string and press kisses to your skin. “Peter, Peter fuck-”
“I know, honey, I can feel you,” he whispered, body already shaking. He could feel every little thing you did, he could hear every sharp breath you took as his fingers trail over your back and finally untie your dress and the cold hits your skin. “I can feel everything you do.”
Most of all, he could feel how aroused you were. He could smell it, as weird as that sounded, a sweet aroma filling his nose as he kissed into your neck and the small sparks that traveled through his fingers.
He pulls it down to your waist, hissing as you lift your hips into his just enough so he can pull it down your body, but the feeling of your body so close to his makes his eyes roll back. Your hands start to tug on his blazer before he can even finish pulling down your dress, pulling away from his lips to let out a soft whine.
“Peter, please, please-”
“I know honey, I know,” he whispers back, pulling off his blazer before he is able to focus on your body. You didn’t have a bra on, of course you didn’t because your top was a corset, but the amount of exposed skin made him stop. “Holy shit.”
“Peter, you have way too much clothes on.”
He nods frantically, quickly obeying your not so subtle command, unbuttoning his shirt before you pull him down for another kiss, humming against his lips. Your fingers push into his slacks, a whine leaving his mouth as you pull out his shirt to finish taking it off, his hands going behind his back to grab the cuffs and pull it off.
The kisses were hot, your tongue pushed into his mouth as he groaned loudly, his hands cupping your face as your own press along his chest. He pulled away just a bit for breath, letting his eyes trail along your body before your hands pressed against his chest, stroking along all of his scars.
You were the one who healed the wounds before the scars, it was only right you were the one who kissed them afterwards. With that thought, your lips pressed to the waxy skin as his hands started to undo his belt, thankful for the fact he hadn’t been able to put on his shoes.
Oh but yours, the pretty white platform heels that had to have been more than four inches and the Velcro strap around your ankles really made him want to put them around his waist, or over his shoulders — whichever came first.
“Peter?” You whisper, his eyes quickly flashing to yours. You gasped, his pupils wide as he stared at you, his hands shaky. “Are you okay?”
“It’s just…” he whispers, shaking his head as he pulls his pants and boxers off, inhaling deeply. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. It’s my first time after… you know, and I swear I can feel everything.”
“Everything?” You swallow, gasping as your cunt clenched around nothing, his eyes rolling back as he slowly begins to pump his cock.
“Everything.”
You shiver as he slowly pressed his head against your pretty lace underwear, the pink fabric embellished with strawberries embroidered onto it. He inhaled as he watched the beads of precum spread across the lace, groaning loudly.
This couldn’t have been for Henry, no. This was for him and him only, he was going to make sure of it.
“This was for that preppy mother fucker?” He almost growls, leaning down to slowly slip the panties down your thighs. He certainly would have kept them on if he wasn’t planning on absolutely devouring you.
“Peter, h-he’s not-”
“Important?” Peter suggests, kissing against your plush thighs before groaning against your skin. “Gonna make you forget his fucking name.”
Your eyes rolled back as he slowly slipped his fingers down your slit, smearing your wetness up to your clit as your eyes rolled back, gasping as his fingers firmly rub circles onto your sensitive bud. It makes you whine as he gets faster, watching as it starts to get swollen and puffy.
He groaned, leaning down to press open mouth kisses to your lower lips, sucking and tugging with his teeth as his fingers rubbed faster against your clit. He could feel you squirming under him, hands tugging his hair as you whined loudly. “Peter, Peter please-”
“Please what? Hm?” He teased you, smiling as your hips buckled. “What do you want?”
You whined loudly, the sound making the hairs on his neck stick up as he groaned into your cunt. “I-Inside, please inside-”
He hummed, his fingers slowly teasing around the tight ring of muscle. “You want what inside? What, hm?”
“Y-You, any of you, all of you!” Your voice is loud, eyes rolling back as he slowly pushes in a finger. You moaned loudly, the feeling almost foreign because you haven’t had sex or touched yourself in a long time. “Fuck!”
His finger is long and thick, curling inside of you and he could feel that tough part inside of you. He stroked it, watching as your eyes rolled back and he started to thrust his finger, pulling in and out joint by joint before pushing in until his knuckles pressed against your wet cunt. You screamed out, whining as your hips rode his digits.
“You’re so desperate,” he whispers, lips latching onto your clit and sucking loudly. He could feel your nails digging into his scalp with another whine. “What do you want, hm? Another one?”
He watched you nod, hips bucking. “Yes. Yes, I want another one, please!”
Slowly, he pushed another in, watching as you whined loudly. He could feel your body spark in slight pain and discomfort, so he lets them stay still for a minute as you panted softly. “You okay?”
You nod, humming as you slowly move a hand to his cheek. “I’m perfect, Peter. More than perfect.” He smiled, slowly thrusting his fingers to hear a mewl fall from your lips. “Fuck!”
He laughs at the pretty curse falling from your mouth, something too foul and disgusting dripping from your pretty lips humoring him. “Don’t be rude now,” he says immediately, his other hand firmly rubbing against your puffy clit. “I won’t be so nice if you start getting mouthy on me.”
You shake your head. “I won’t, I’m sorry, please please-”
He starts to thrust his fingers, eyes rolling back as he stares at your scrunched up face covered in makeup. As much as he hated the thought of ruining your pretty mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow with painted strawberries on it, he wanted nothing more than to ruin it.
He pushed your clit between his fingers, sucking hard as you squirmed before he moved his hand just a bit to press against your pelvis. “Behave, bug.”
The nickname made you whine, your hand continuing to tug on his hair as he pressed firm kissed down your slit, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as the other rubbed firm circles into your clit and your walls clamping and clenching around his digits made him moan out and rut his hips into the bed.
“You want another, darling? Hm? I think you’re going to need it for me, honey, truly.”
You nodded, gasping as he slowly pushed another one in and thrusts his fingers slowly, watching your body writhe under him. He inhaled sharply at the feeling, groaning out as he kissed against your leaking cunt. Your hips buck up into his fingers, whines falling from your lips before shaking your head. “Peter, Peter! Peter, I want you- please. Please, need you now-”
He laughs. “What, you don’t want me to finish stretching you out? You just want to feel my cock?”
You nodded, tugging his head back. “Yes. Yes, yes please!”
Slowly, he pulled but his fingers, sucking and kissing against your entrance before pushing his fingers into his mouth. “You just want to be stretched out by me, don’t you?”
You nodded, gasping as he sat up and kneeled over your body. He takes his cock that was leaking precum drip out steadily as he pumped himself and watched it slowly spurt onto your cunt. It makes you whine as he slathers it around with his tip, pushing it down your slit before pushing his head into your cunt.
He watched your eyes roll back, a groan falling from his lips before he ruts his hips deeper into you. You whine, hands quickly rubbing against his back before your nails dig into his skin. He let out a shaky moan, groaning loudly as he pressed a kiss to your head. “Fucking hell, darling, you’re so tight. So, so tight.”
You squirm. “Feels good, feels so good,” you say, gasping as he starts to thrust, whining loudly. “Oh! Holy shit, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
He groaned into your neck, cursing as he held himself up by his hands and rolled his hips. “Fuck, fuck baby, barely been in for a minute and I’m already going to cum. You’re so fucking tight around me, I can barely breathe.”
You nod repeatedly, your head shaking as you pull him lower. “Please, please, inside. Don’t pull out, I don’t want you to pull out.”
His eyes rolled back as he choked, your walls tight as he started to thrust harder and harder, the bed slamming into the wall. Your nails scratch against his back, sobs of pleasure falling from your lips as his cock drags against your walls and hits that spot inside of you that makes your body shake. Your hips almost instinctively rolled into his own, desperate for more before he pulled your legs around him, the cold faux leather and your heavy platforms settling against his lower back.
“Fuck, fuck baby,” he whispers, almost growling as his thrusts get harder and unhinged, your body bouncing withe every test. “Fucking hell!”
You moaned his name over and over, the only thing calling from your mouth Peter, Peter, Peter… like a mantra, whines most likely interrupting every syllable. He could feel every twitch of your fingers, every clench of your cunt, every breath against his neck as he pressed kisses to your shoulder.
He dragged his tongue along your skin, teasing his teeth against you before sucking. He could feel your chest against his, your stuttering breath before you pulled him up for a kiss and your fingers shakily ran through his hair. He almost whimpered, hips moving faster before you clamp down on him with a loud moan and a creamy ring enveloping his cock.
His hips stutter, loud moans falling from your lips before he inhales deeply and thrusts into you as deep as he could, screaming out your name as he comes inside.
His eyes roll back, broken moans leaving his lips as you breathe shakily, hands rubbing against his cheeks. “It took you long enough.”
Peter smiles. “Yeah, it did, didn’t it? You know… I was always with Gwen because she and the rest of them were helping me plan this.”
You gasped, looking back. “You think they heard?”
“Yes! Yes, we did! Everything! The cumshot too!”
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i’ve been rereading your not [] series and WOWOWOWOWOW i love it sm. the writing? mwah chefs kiss 🤌🏽 the soul crushing loneliness is felt throughout the whole series and as the reader i can really feel every single emotion y/n goes through while reading it’s amazing. i’m excited for part three to see how it all goes down most importantly y/n’s reaction. i can only imagine the intense anger they’ll probably have after getting taken back to the manor. they’ll be angry cuz of the kidnapping thing but also it took them going missing for their family to acknowledge them. that’s a whole different type of anger and frustration. trying practically all your life to get your family’s attention, to them notice your there, all for it to be vain but the moment you’re gone and don’t exist, just like they’ve been treating your whole life, suddenly they notice. they felt guilty after realizing the damage they’ve done to you and just NOW they want to fix even though you’ll probably be carrying the trauma of the neglect for life so what’s the point of trying to fix it now? especially at this big age? the anger y/n must feel at this is insane. there’s also the fact that if y/n *does* want to give in to the sudden affection there’s that fear they’ll just leave again. they get kidnapped, imprison in what was their once home with high security, are being bomb with a bunch of love from their family they’ve never received before and then suddenly it’s gone, all their left with is just their freedom being taken away. y/n most likely feels intense anger, maybe even hatred, at their current actions but also fear of their future ones. it’s the perfect soup of angst and mannnn i’m eating it up.
sorry for the ramble i just wanted to let out my thoughts on your series but to sum it up i LOOVE your series and i’m patiently waiting for your next chapter to continue to see what of y/n’s fate becomes 🫶🏽
I'm so glad you're enjoying the series!!! And oh my god I love your interpretation as well!!!
As I've kind of stated/hinted at through various posts (I promise a masterlist will be made soon because there is a lot of things now that are piling up-), I don't really tend for Y/n in the "Not [ ]" series to get kidnapped just yet (not in part 3 anyways), but I think we all know that it's bound to happen considering things. And it will!
Honestly, I think a lot of people are kind of overestimating how 'loud' Y/n's anger, frustration, hurt, and pain will be in part 3, and it does make me a little worried about the reception of it. However, depending on one's interpretation, what the reader does instead can make the angst that much heavier. Because, well. They don't get that 'relief' that can sometimes come with shouting out your problems to the world- especially to the person that caused you such pain for such a long time, as it is also kind of acts like an unmistakable "hey!!! i'm fucked up and it's all your fault!!! i'll never forgive you for this and want nothing to do with you!!!" message. Though it is a mix within itself.
However, you are right, honestly!
Y/n in the start of the "Not [ ]" series is upset enough. Not only towards the family, but all the time they feel like they've wasted to try and just have a chance to just... get something they never had. All they wanted was a relationship, some kind of connection with anyone in the family besides Alfred, anything. Which is also mentioned in "Not Tonight" as there is that repeating theme/mention of Y/n doing too much but receiving so little, if not, nothing at all, for their efforts.
So just knowing that — as you've said — it basically took them essentially 'giving up' and being gone for months, for the Batfam to notice them? To try and even attempt to give not even half of what the reader had tried to before? Yet was rejected at every twist and turn? Up until this point?
Yeah, no. Y/n is plenty pissed, and incredibly hurt. Among other things as it's just... too little too late. Way too late.
Yet why I also say that I feel as if others overestimate how Y/n is going to express their anger, and how loud about it they're going to be, is because... well- this is a small kind of character spoiler, I guess, but they feel so detached from the family that the very thought of the Batfam even looking for them, is unfathomable. They don't realize at first how the Batfam is looking for them (despite the obvious signs), because it's never happened before, not even on accident.
They never got saved when they got into fights. They never got help when shit got tough. They were never heard, seen or even acknowledged in the house besides Alfred unless they initiated the 'conversation'. Why would they think that anyone who's acted to them like that, and wouldn't even let them exist in their space for a few minutes, go out searching for them? To put in even the smallest effort towards finding them — and because they were worried for Y/n's health no less — and not because they were the absolute last resort? They wouldn't. They don't.
It's a part of why part 3 goes the way it does, but again-its a part. The other pieces make it bad as well. Though that's all the spoilers I'm willing to give on that, which will go more indepth in part 3 itself (hopefully).
Basically, Y/n is a mess. Everyone is in a way, and that's what makes everything go to hell.
Y/n is angry, yes, but it starts quiet before it gets loud. Along with everything else.
So if and when Y/n does get kidnapped... hm.
I did say in a previous ask that depending on how it goes that Y/n would fight back if they're able to and such depending on how the kidnapping itself goes. And though I won't say much on Y/n's reaction in case it does go into future parts if more than 4 are made, I will say that you're right to assume that Y/n is incredibly pissed. You're also right on the whole idea with them being worried about the family basically neglecting them all over again, when everything is said and done. And that's great!
It's a mix. A whole push-and-pull deal where, yeah, even if more shit hits the fan- their own trauma will, in a way, protect them as well as make their life more miserable than it already is. Y/n'll probably never be able to naturally get close with the Batfam, not without 'help' anyway.
But these are yanderes. Their definition of 'help' is a little... twisted.
Though, yeah! And don't worry about rambling- I clearly do the same seeing as I think this whole post is almost just as long as what you wrote. So it's fine! If anything I really did enjoy reading it! Seeing all these different interpretations, and thoughts about the series and other things is incredibly interesting and I love it a lot! Especially with Part 3 on the rise.
#talking daydreams#platonic yandere batfam#yandere batfam#yandere x gn reader#sibling reader#gn reader#yandere dc#platonic yandere#neglected reader#i still find it funny how that got me rambling too- lol!#sorry if these thoughts are a mess and unclear my brain is kind of dying at the moment
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Hello again~! May i request Lilia and Malleus react with reader who tried to create an Ai resemble of themself cuz human life are too short and they don't want them to feel sad when they are gone.
Avid angst enjoyer here thanking you for this wonderfully hurtful idea, also I’m sorry this took so long lmao😭🫶🏻 hope you enjoy it!
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‘Till forever falls apart
☆Staring☆: Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge x GN! Reader
Synopsis: How would they react finding out you’ve been working on creating an AI version of yourself so that they’ll have you with them even when you’re gone
Warnings: Mentions of Death, A lot of crying.
Malleus Draconia
“Ah…” you gasped, waking up in a cold sweat, you didn’t have any nightmares however you knew what you were feeling was worse…fear…pure fear. You clutched on to your shirt, feeling your heart beat, hearing it thump in your ears. Grim woke up to the sound of your breathing “Hey…are you okay?” He sat up rubbing his eye with his paw, “I’m fine Grim…it’s just…it’s happening again…” you said patting his head.
The cat frowned upon your response, but you only returned his expression with a smile “Dont worry about me…you can go back to sleep, I’ll come back to bed in a second…” you scratched behind his ear attempting to woo him to sleep, “Where you going anyway?” He asked, already half asleep. “Just somewhere…don’t worry about it” you gave him more head pats until finally he fell back into a slumber.
As you leave the room, you headed to the lounge area, there you opened your laptop at started coding, a little skill you learned from Idia, you sighed and stopped typing for awhile. “Why am I doing this…” you asked yourself burrying yourself into your palms, tears start to well up in your eyes, the truth of it all was that the reason of your fear was simple. It was death.
And no not death itself, but what and who you’ll leave behind when you die. You’re afraid of leaving him. You knew that a lifespan of a fae such as Malleus lasted a lot longer than yours, and as much as you wanted to stay by his side forever, you couldn’t. So you had a talk with Idia a few weeks back about creating an AI version of yourself.
He was against it at first, but he knew what it felt like to lose someone, and he didn’t wish that upon anyone, so he taught you how…and here you are. You thought it’d be easy to do this, it’s just precaution you said, but ever since you started, you feared the day you’d disappear would be closer.
You hugged your knees and cried, you couldn’t anything other than that, it’s not like you had magic like the others, or half fae like sebek. There wasn’t any other way. “Why are you crying my love?” a soft whisper from behind you was heard, before you could even look back, he had picked you up and placed you on his lap, enveloping you in his warmth.
“Malleus?? What are you doing here?” You looked up at him, your cheeks still had tears running down them. “I felt that you were upset…so I came…” he said, “now it’s your turn to answer…” he adds. You looked back down onto your hands “I just watched a sad movie…” you lied. “It must’ve been a very sad movie considering you were shaking before I held you…” he didn’t buy your excuse.
You only nodded at his response, feeling him beside you only made the fear worse, your mind racing with thoughts like how you wont ever get to be held by him like this again once you die…you’ll never hear his voice…you wont be able to hug him again… suddenly your thoughts were interrupted with 3 words, 3 simple words that broke you. “I’m also afraid.” He said.
You couldn’t respond you didn’t know what to say so you let him continue as you hold yourself together. “Time is a very cruel creature. It yields no magic, it doesn’t even commit violence but it wipes away many many lives…” the tone of his voice had a slight shake in them. Desperately trying to not talk about this topic, you faked a yawn “Mal…I’m a bit tired…I think I’ll go rest” you said as you stood up, shutting your laptop and walking away.
You didn’t want to talk about this, this is what you’ve been keeping from him, you don’t want to hurt him, it’s the exact reason why you chose to create your AI version. “I’m afraid of losing you too…” he spoke. It was as if you were shattered, you heard the loud thumping of your heart in your ears again as well as the cold traces your tears leave on your cheeks.
“I’m scared…each passing day I think about the clock of your lifespan running out, it scares me. I don’t want to think about the day when you leave me…” he confessed, you didn’t even hear him walk towards you but you suddenly felt his arms on your waist. You felt his tears staining your shirt. It hurts. You trembled in his embrace, shaky breaths escape your lips.
“They deemed me one of the one of the 5 most powerful wizards in the world but even I’m scared of time taking you away…” He whispers weakly, “however I don’t want anyone other than you, not even a copy…” he adds, you turn to face him in shock. “How did you…” “I love you too much to not know what you’re thinking about my love” he interrupts. “I’m sorry…” you apologized, breaking into a fit of sobs.
He held you close also erupting into cries, “I don’t want to leave you…I don’t want you to feel alone again, I want you to see that I’m here even though I’m gone….” You explained hugging him. “But it’s not you…” he answered. “You can program it to be you as much as you want but I’d rather accept the fact that I’ve loved you until your last moments than to play pretend with a copy of what you used to be…” he finishes, kissing your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.
“I love you…and even though I know it’ll come one day, I’ll spend every second loving you, caring for you, and being with you until then.” He held you as if you were porcelain, as if you could break at the slightest touch, as if you’d disappear if he lets you go. You hiccuped and sniffled holding on to him as well, you never wanted to let go.
Suddenly the fear that had been clouding your mind left. The storm had passed, everything felt okay again. You grew tired after a long while of tears and sorrow, Malleus took the initiative to take you to bed. But he didn’t return to diasomnia that night. He didn’t want to be far from you, not now, not ever.
Lilia Vanrouge
You we’re excited to see him, your lover, you had a very special gift to show him today. You finally finished it, after long hours, nights, days, weeks, months of preparation it’s finally done. An innocent gift, you had no ill intentions in making this. All you wanted was to make him happy, even if you’re not there with him one day.
“Come on! Just a little bit further” you held on to his shoulders, pushing him towards the room as he was blindfolded “My dear you’ve been pushing me for the past 5 minutes now, when can I see your little surprise?” Lilia said, unknowing of what it is. You two finally reached the room where the “gift” was and you were do excited for him to see, though you had to admit it hurt nonetheless…you were doing this for him
“Okay…you can take your blindfold off now” you said as you stood infront of your lover, he reluctantly took his blindfold off and met eyes with you, “What? Is the surprise to be alone with you in a room? If it is I’m absolutely loving it” he said cupping your face lovingly. You laughed and took his hands off your face gently, “No…well I mean yes, but right now you’ll see two of me…” you said, hinting at what lays ahead
He gazes at you, both confusion and amusement lingers in his eyes, he crosses his arms smiling waiting for you to reveal whatever it is you had planned, the moment you did though…his smile died along with his amusement….he looks at it with nothing but bafflement and sadness “What is this?”were the only words that left him…
“It’s me!” You beamed at him showing him the holographic replica you made of yourself, “I made me, for you” you awkwardly stated, now saying it out loud it sounded bad, “B-but! I made it because-“ Lilia cuts you off before you could even redeem yourself
“No Y/n.” he says sternly. “Lilia I just-“ he cuts you off once again “No Y/n. Whatever this is…I don’t like it…I don’t appreciate it.” He says motioning to the holographic version of yourself, his expression pained, upset, confused and angry. “I’m not gonna be here forever Lilia…nor can I live as long as you” you defended yourself
“And you think this is gonna make me feel at ease?!Having a version of you, that I cant touch, that I can speak to but has computerized answers, some kind of moving picture that isn’t living…this thing is not you.” He snaps back angrily, he gazes at the hologram filled with spite. Making you tear up a bit, you had figured this would be one of the reactions you’d get, though you hadn’t prepared for it as much as you thought…
“I’m scared Lilia, I’m afraid of leaving…I don’t want you to feel like you’ve lost me one day when my human body gives up on me…I cant stay even though I want to so this the best I could do” you choked back tears…looking at the floor filled with hurt and fear, fear for the day that waits, the day that you pass away…leaving him forever.
You thought you finally made Lilia hate you, maybe it was for the best you thought, maybe it’s better he hates you than loves you, that way when you’re gone, it wont hurt him as much. You heard footsteps on the wooden floor, in your mind, you told yourself Lilia was leaving now…so you stayed put, shut eyes and head hanging low.
But unexpectedly, you felt a warm, loving, and strong embrace, it felt like the last push you needed to let out the tears you’ve been holding back, and you did. “I’d rather miss you everyday for as long as I live, than having to ease the pain of not having you with this contraption…” He says in a hushed tone while comfortingly rubbing your back
“I’d rather spend the rest of my days thinking about the memories we’ve made when you were here, than to make new fake memories with a hologram…” he adds, you continued to sob and hold him weakly, feeling as if every word he spoke was a dagger through your chest, but something you also needed to hear.
“I’ve been knew about this the moment I decided to love you, I knew you weren’t going to be with me forever, I knew you were going to leave first, but I wasn’t scared, because I promised myself I’d spend every waking day with you, making our time together memorable…so that when you leave I’d know…that I made you happy while you were here…and that you’ve spent your mortal years contently…” Lilia spoke, his voice quivering but also spoke to you with the gentlest tone.
He backs away slightly to give you a short but passionate kiss, then he pulls away putting his forehead on yours, tears both staining your cheeks as they trailed down from your eyes “I love you, only you, no one else, nothing else, just you. The Y/n I can hug, and kiss, and laugh with…you.” Lilia smiles sadly, wiping your cheek with her thumbs.
You nod, still feeling the tears continuously flowing, Your lover pulled you back into his tight but loving embrace, it felt safe…like all your worries being washed away, you knew now that everything was going to be okay, all you needed was him, as long as he was with you, nothing else mattered.
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A/N: Heyyyy so here’s a little something that’s been on my drafts for the longest time now 😭🤚🏻 I’m a bit rusty as I haven’t wrote anything in a long time so this may come off as rushed or repetitive, But nonetheless hope you guys like it ♡♡♡ (also sorry for coming back with another angst post lolllll) love ya bye! 🫶🏻
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x mc#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x yuu#twst x mc#twst x yuu#twst malleus#twst malleus x reader#malleus draconia x reader#twst lilia#twst lilia x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader
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A Little Salaar Rant:
Rewatched Salaar again for the nth time and am just so curious as to how the sequel is going to go.
Like number one, a part of me believes that Aadhya is a misdirect as a love interest because in the nicest way, Deva and Varadha are too into each other to care about anyone else. I really don’t think that anything Aadhya says or does can make Deva prioritize her over Varadha (when it comes to matters of safety- like if someone was holding a gun to both of their heads, he’d be picking Varadha no doubt). Even in their interview where they were describing what they take away from their characters:
• Prithvi talked about how Varadha feels incomplete without Deva.
• Prabhas talked about how Deva’s priority is Varadha first, then his mother, and now Aadhya.
• Shruthi talked about how Aadhya doesn’t even belong here and how she just accidentally wandered in and how her character is important in driving the plot forward.
I feel like in the end, they’re just gonna make her a love interest because that’s usually how these films go. But that feels so weird in the context of this movie because it wouldn’t really fit into the character dynamics that have been established. A part of me hopes that she can just be a friend at the end of it all, especially since her and Deva will probably have a side quest as they deal with the asthikalu. But anything more than that wouldn’t really feel just to the story at hand. In my opinion anyway.
And number two, the plot of the next movie will concentrate on the war between Deva and Varadha. I’m so interested about how they’re going to play that out because I cannot picture either of these two wanting to actually hurt each other. It even feels like in Prithvi’s entry scene, Varadha doesn’t look excited by the fact they’ve found Deva. Instead, he kind of just looks tired/done/like there’s a burden on his shoulders. Most probably because he doesn’t want to actually kill or hurt Deva. I feel like he’d rather just turn a blind eye to his location than actually hurt him.
In terms of how the movie ends too, I know Prashant talked about how the last scene of the movie will be the same as the first scene in the movie. Which makes me think that it might end with Deva dying, because what happens in the first scene is Deva doing what he has to in order to protect Varadha. Like maybe the movie will end with the current pole! But that would be so sad… like I need both of them to survive and live out their lives together. Or, if one goes, the other goes with because with how intertwined their souls are, I don’t think either can really survive with the other being completely gone.
I think a big part of me is just hoping that they’ll end up together at the end of it all because their actions showcase nothing but love and regard for the other. It’s something that goes beyond friendship (every interaction that happened between them has literally happened before in other movies with straight couples). I don’t think I have enough faith in Indian cinema at this point in this to truly believe they’ll let Varadha and Deva become a couple.
But I really wish they would because it’s about time. Also, you can’t have a story this big and dramatic, rooted in the story of these two characters who would literally do anything for each other in a setting as bloodthirsty as Khansar, and think that it isn’t a story about love. Ya know?
Also random, but a part of was also thinking about the conflict that happened in Khansar that led to Deva and his mom having to leave a second time. Like post that is when Amma probably really got scared of the power of her son and truly realized what he was capable of in the hands of Varadha. Especially because from my perspective, whatever blood bath occurred that led to Deva feeling guilty (cuz blood on his hands) has to have occurred because he needed to protect Varadha. So even though what happened probably wasn’t directly Varadha’s fault, I kinda of want to see Varadha and Amma being able to meet each other in 2017 and there be a tension in their relationship too. Where Amma probably is wary of Varadha since she knows the power he has over her son and where Varadha probably just feels this sense of unease because how do you confront someone who was like a mother to you?
In general, this is just a rant as I watch and rewatch and try to process my own thoughts. I feel like I know mostly how the plot is going to go and what to expect out of the second film. But there’s also the bigger part of me that hopes that instead of taking the generic way out (the way most series and movies seem to be doing now) the creators will take the time to do justice to the film and to the characters by allowing it to be what it is, rather than fitting into some mold of their own expectations.
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⚠️I personally think kuroshitsuji season 2 is a mess, the plot doesn’t make sense. But all the characters are innocent🥲
This post is about a possible sbcl situation after S2 ending, a Ciel&Cerberus Adventures headcanon/paro (Idk, somehow it’s both
I read the sbcl fanbook by @tapuy on X and it makes me consider what could happen after season II… I mean it feels quite depressing at the beginning because how it’s portrayed but when I realize Ciel has become an immortal impious boy who could do whatever he want for all eternity,, I stopped depressing(??( also I learned that Seb keeps a hell hound called Cerberus at his hell home so Ciel could just take it to adventures like Tin Tin (it’s just that Ciel is rid of the burden of revenge and all the soul swappy bullshit, he deserves some decent childhood shenanigans (good taste tho) for him to contribute to this miserable eternity of a world(???) I’m thinking about Tom Sawyer, Nils Holgersson, and Peter Pan (I secretly want to see Ciel set sail and go pirate treasure hunting🤲)
Ciel would just be going on hunt for souls(he needs to eat and wants to have some fun scavenging tasty (I’d even say souls of sweetness, since he’s demon sense of taste is no longer for human desserts) souls; and in a early Q&A Ciel emphasized in boldface that he hates unsavory food, so I’d say he could be considering what to do about it after he’s turned into a demon.
One might ask what is Seb doing in hell, leaving his master running wild outside with the hell hound… I just think that they need some time apart to kind of let the awkwardness (I literally don’t know how to put it, but I think having Seb serving invisible tea for Ciel in a hell mansion for all eternity is just misuse of immortality) of S2 to fade away and think about this new situation thru(???). Seb would need some time to reflect his past two seasons and probably revise his butler aesthetics for future practical purposes. Plus Seb could finally keep cats now cuz I believe Ciel wouldn’t mind letting him. If Ciel and Cerberus gets into real trouble like grim reapers, Ciel can summon Seb to get them outta there. But I think they just have such different tastes in food that Ciel would disagree with Seb’s insistence on how to season souls or whatnot but experiment on his own. I’d be curious to see if they’d be making more contracts to humans. I believe Ciel would allow Seb to do so as long as their master-servant contract is not violated; also Ciel hasn’t had enough of his crime-fighting morally gray life (??) he could use that past work experience to sort out souls that he would want to consume, and live among men and experience more (he is too young to be a permanent dweller of hell, let him travel…)
I think after years, decades Ciel and Seb can get back to live and hunt for souls together once they adapt to this new change in identity and power dynamics. Ciel is now his permanent responsibility and Seb needs to get use to it since he’s so cynical about souls and all, but they’ll figure out. While he takes his time brooding with cats in his hell mansion with an inferno view, let Ciel go have a wild adventure as a young demon and pick how he’d like to be for the rest of eternity…and fulfill his childhood wishes(like adventures, amusement parks, all the interesting festivals around the world…) since he’s no longer a vulnerable child but can defend himself as a demon and accompanied by a powerful pet.
I just think keeping a little animal sidekick around for Ciel would be so cute…and Cerberus is like, gets eepy listening to music and loves pancakes while being a flesh and soul consuming monster… it’s just any boy’s dream mythical pet…let Ciel own this!!!
That’s it, I hope you enjoyed reading this!!
Ref pic of TinTin
#sebaciel#ciel has a puppy#just parody#also headcanon#o!ciel#ciel phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#black butler#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji fanart#my sketch
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Mending a Family 9/?
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Dick knows I know about you. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, but I don’t think they’ll ever give up.
Jason put away his phone; he would think about that later. Right now, he wanted to give Jazz all his attention and know what happened to make Danny a cute five-year-old.
“I don’t know how much you know about Danny’s and mine biological parents,” she trailed off while rocking Ellie.
“I heard enough,” Jason answered while Danny said, “Almost everything. Except how I got de-aged ‘cuz even I don’t know or the few days leading up to that.”
Jazz nodded, “good, that’ll make things easier.”
Jazz put a now asleep Ellie on the rocker and looked at Jason and Danny. They were sitting in their new living room. Jason had chosen a little house with the closest neighbor two miles away. They were still in the woods but twenty minutes from a little town with schools, a library, and a general store. Would it be easier to disappear in a city? Maybe. But Danny wouldn’t be able to use his powers as well in the city.
Plus, it’d be easier to avoid Oracle, too.
“Mom and dad were supposed to be out of the house that weekend. They were going to test a new invention. The Fenton Demoleculizer. It was supposed to tear ghosts apart ‘molecule by molecule,’ as they liked to say. It didn’t work that way.”
“Things rarely do,” Danny chirped.
Jazz sighed.
“Ellie had come that weekend to visit. They both took down a ghost and returned them to the Ghost Zone.”
“Stupid Skulker,” Danny added.
“Mom and dad caught them both transforming. They didn’t hesitate; they shot Danny first. Thankfully, I had come down the basement when mom shot Danny. If it had been dad, well, let’s say he’s a horrible shot. Thankfully, the Demoleculizer didn’t work how it was supposed to and only de-aged Danny.”
Jazz sighed and rubbed her eye.
“I was able to get Danny and throw him through the portal, which is how I assume he ended up with you. Mom and dad were furious and thought I was overshadowed. They were ranting about how they didn’t notice their baby boy was dead and were tricked by a filthy ghost. There was no talking to them.”
“In the chaos, Ellie got hit with the Demoleculizer, too. I knew there was no going back at that point, so I got her and went through the portal. Those few minutes must’ve been days here, though, because, well, you know, we didn’t land at the same place or time that Danny had.”
Silence reigned as they all digested what Jazz had said. Jason couldn’t believe any parent would turn against their child that way.
But then again, Sheila did the same to me, he thought.
“So now what,” Jazz asked, “we can’t mooch off you forever, Jason. As much as I appreciate what you’ve done, it isn’t fair that you have to feed three extra mouths now and leave your old haunt for Danny.”
“Whoa, hey, it’s no trouble to me at all. Besides, I already think of Danny as my kid, and parents are there to care for their kids.”
Jason took a deep breath, “Besides, I wasn’t in a good place before Danny. I won’t lie to you guys; I’m not a good guy. I’ve—I’ve killed before; I’ve hurt my family. If anything, I would understand if you guys don’t want to be around me.”
“When you said you’ve killed, have you ever killed innocent people or…?” Jazz left the question hanging.
Jason shook his head and told his story of how he had been killed and returned to life. The Lazarus Pit and League of Assassins were hard to get through, but Danny and Jazz deserved the truth. He told them about his return to Gotham and how he set up a criminal empire. (One that he abandoned for Danny.) He mentioned Titan Towers and his so-called revenge against Tim. He told them all his sins.
Jason turned to Danny, “Do you understand now, Danny-lad, I deserve their anger.”
Danny got up and hugged Jason tight, “You came back angry. It’s not your fault, either.”
“While I’m not too glad to hear about the killings, I understand why you did it. Besides, you’ve left that behind, and you’re taking care of Danny. I’m not here to judge but to take care of my baby brother and sister. And you, Jason, have taken in Danny and protected him. Not many people would do that. So, for that, I thank you.”
Jason almost felt like crying. The Fentons didn’t judge him, and they didn’t refuse to give him their love and forgiveness. Jason felt like he belonged to a family for the first time in a long time.
“Now, it’s time we redecorated. Isn’t that right, big brother?” Jazz asked with a smile.
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Tim had been able to follow the cold anomaly north. It had disappeared somewhere in Vermont.
“What do you think it is,” Tim asked Barbara.
“I don’t know, but do you think it’s related to Jason disappearing?”
“It’s too much of a coincidence for it not to be.”
“Hmm,” Barbara hummed, “I’m going to set it up for the program to look for this anomaly in Canada. It has disappeared in the continental US; Canada is the only logical conclusion.”
“Should I tell Bruce?”
Barbara sighed, “Let’s give it a few more days and see if anything new comes up. If it doesn’t, we will have to tell him about it, but let him come up with his conclusions. If anything new shows up and leads to Jason, I suggest we observe him first instead of getting the whole family descending on him.”
“What, why?” Tim asked incredulously.
There was silence on the other side.
“Why, Barbara?”
“Tim, Jason left for a reason. There are no signs of struggles, and he took everything he had; he doesn’t want to be found by us. Shouldn’t we honor his wishes?”
“But everyone misses him. Bruce is going crazy looking for him.”
“I love Bruce, but he’s a hypocrite. He ignored Jason when he was right next door, and now that he’s gone, he wants him back. It sounds like he just wants some control, like usual,” Barbara said angrily.
“But Dick is also,” Barbara interrupted him.
“Dick isn’t much better. Look, I love everyone, but how we’ve treated Jason,” she sighed. “If he’s just living his life and not killing people, then I see no reason to make him miserable.”
“If that’s how you feel, why are you helping me look for him?” Tim couldn’t help but ask.
“Because I’m a hypocrite, too.”
Then she hung up.
Dick knows I know about you. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, but I don’t think they’ll ever give up.
Jason put away his phone; he would think about that later. Right now, he wanted to give Jazz all his attention and know what happened to make Danny a cute five-year-old.
“I don’t know how much you know about Danny’s and mine biological parents,” she trailed off while rocking Ellie.
“I heard enough,” Jason answered while Danny said, “Almost everything. Except how I got de-aged ‘cuz even I don’t know or the few days leading up to that.”
Jazz nodded, “good, that’ll make things easier.”
Jazz put a now asleep Ellie on the rocker and looked at Jason and Danny. They were sitting in their new living room. Jason had chosen a little house with the closest neighbor two miles away. They were still in the woods but twenty minutes from a little town with schools, a library, and a general store. Would it be easier to disappear in a city? Maybe. But Danny wouldn’t be able to use his powers as well in the city.
Plus, it’d be easier to avoid Oracle, too.
“Mom and dad were supposed to be out of the house that weekend. They were going to test a new invention. The Fenton Demoleculizer. It was supposed to tear ghosts apart ‘molecule by molecule,’ as they liked to say. It didn’t work that way.”
“Things rarely do,” Danny chirped.
Jazz sighed.
“Ellie had come that weekend to visit. They both took down a ghost and returned them to the Ghost Zone.”
“Stupid Skulker,” Danny added.
“Mom and dad caught them both transforming. They didn’t hesitate; they shot Danny first. Thankfully, I had come down the basement when mom shot Danny. If it had been dad, well, let’s say he’s a horrible shot. Thankfully, the Demoleculizer didn’t work how it was supposed to and only de-aged Danny.”
Jazz sighed and rubbed her eye.
“I was able to get Danny and throw him through the portal, which is how I assume he ended up with you. Mom and dad were furious and thought I was overshadowed. They were ranting about how they didn’t notice their baby boy was dead and were tricked by a filthy ghost. There was no talking to them.”
“In the chaos, Ellie got hit with the Demoleculizer, too. I knew there was no going back at that point, so I got her and went through the portal. Those few minutes must’ve been days here, though, because, well, you know, we didn’t land at the same place or time that Danny had.”
Silence reigned as they all digested what Jazz had said. Jason couldn’t believe any parent would turn against their child that way.
But then again, Sheila did the same to me, he thought.
“So now what,” Jazz asked, “we can’t mooch off you forever, Jason. As much as I appreciate what you’ve done, it isn’t fair that you have to feed three extra mouths now and leave your old haunt for Danny.”
“Whoa, hey, it’s no trouble to me at all. Besides, I already think of Danny as my kid, and parents are there to care for their kids.”
Jason took a deep breath, “Besides, I wasn’t in a good place before Danny. I won’t lie to you guys; I’m not a good guy. I’ve—I’ve killed before; I’ve hurt my family. If anything, I would understand if you guys don’t want to be around me.”
“When you said you’ve killed, have you ever killed innocent people or…?” Jazz left the question hanging.
Jason shook his head and told his story of how he had been killed and returned to life. The Lazarus Pit and League of Assassins were hard to get through, but Danny and Jazz deserved the truth. He told them about his return to Gotham and how he set up a criminal empire. (One that he abandoned for Danny.) He mentioned Titan Towers and his so-called revenge against Tim. He told them all his sins.
Jason turned to Danny, “Do you understand now, Danny-lad, I deserve their anger.”
Danny got up and hugged Jason tight, “You came back angry. It’s not your fault, either.”
“While I’m not too glad to hear about the killings, I understand why you did it. Besides, you’ve left that behind, and you’re taking care of Danny. I’m not here to judge but to take care of my baby brother and sister. And you, Jason, have taken in Danny and protected him. Not many people would do that. So, for that, I thank you.”
Jason almost felt like crying. The Fentons didn’t judge him, and they didn’t refuse to give him their love and forgiveness. Jason felt like he belonged to a family for the first time in a long time.
“Now, it’s time we redecorated. Isn’t that right, big brother?” Jazz asked with a smile.
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Tim had been able to follow the cold anomaly north. It had disappeared somewhere in Vermont.
“What do you think it is,” Tim asked Barbara.
“I don’t know, but do you think it’s related to Jason disappearing?”
“It’s too much of a coincidence for it not to be.”
“Hmm,” Barbara hummed, “I’m going to set it up for the program to look for this anomaly in Canada. It has disappeared in the continental US; Canada is the only logical conclusion.”
“Should I tell Bruce?”
Barbara sighed, “Let’s give it a few more days and see if anything new comes up. If it doesn’t, we will have to tell him about it, but let him come up with his conclusions. If anything new shows up and leads to Jason, I suggest we observe him first instead of getting the whole family descending on him.”
“What, why?” Tim asked incredulously.
There was silence on the other side.
“Why, Barbara?”
“Tim, Jason left for a reason. There are no signs of struggles, and he took everything he had; he doesn’t want to be found by us. Shouldn’t we honor his wishes?”
“But everyone misses him. Bruce is going crazy looking for him.”
“I love Bruce, but he’s a hypocrite. He ignored Jason when he was right next door, and now that he’s gone, he wants him back. It sounds like he just wants some control, like usual,” Barbara said angrily.
“But Dick is also,” Barbara interrupted him.
“Dick isn’t much better. Look, I love everyone, but how we’ve treated Jason,” she sighed. “If he’s just living his life and not killing people, then I see no reason to make him miserable.”
“If that’s how you feel, why are you helping me look for him?” Tim couldn’t help but ask.
“Because I’m a hypocrite, too.”
Then she hung up.
Dick knows I know about you. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, but I don’t think they’ll ever give up.
Jason put away his phone; he would think about that later. Right now, he wanted to give Jazz all his attention and know what happened to make Danny a cute five-year-old.
“I don’t know how much you know about Danny’s and mine biological parents,” she trailed off while rocking Ellie.
“I heard enough,” Jason answered while Danny said, “Almost everything. Except how I got de-aged ‘cuz even I don’t know or the few days leading up to that.”
Jazz nodded, “good, that’ll make things easier.”
Jazz put a now asleep Ellie on the rocker and looked at Jason and Danny. They were sitting in their new living room. Jason had chosen a little house with the closest neighbor two miles away. They were still in the woods but twenty minutes from a little town with schools, a library, and a general store. Would it be easier to disappear in a city? Maybe. But Danny wouldn’t be able to use his powers as well in the city.
Plus, it’d be easier to avoid Oracle, too.
“Mom and dad were supposed to be out of the house that weekend. They were going to test a new invention. The Fenton Demoleculizer. It was supposed to tear ghosts apart ‘molecule by molecule,’ as they liked to say. It didn’t work that way.”
“Things rarely do,” Danny chirped.
Jazz sighed.
“Ellie had come that weekend to visit. They both took down a ghost and returned them to the Ghost Zone.”
“Stupid Skulker,” Danny added.
“Mom and dad caught them both transforming. They didn’t hesitate; they shot Danny first. Thankfully, I had come down the basement when mom shot Danny. If it had been dad, well, let’s say he’s a horrible shot. Thankfully, the Demoleculizer didn’t work how it was supposed to and only de-aged Danny.”
Jazz sighed and rubbed her eye.
“I was able to get Danny and throw him through the portal, which is how I assume he ended up with you. Mom and dad were furious and thought I was overshadowed. They were ranting about how they didn’t notice their baby boy was dead and were tricked by a filthy ghost. There was no talking to them.”
“In the chaos, Ellie got hit with the Demoleculizer, too. I knew there was no going back at that point, so I got her and went through the portal. Those few minutes must’ve been days here, though, because, well, you know, we didn’t land at the same place or time that Danny had.”
Silence reigned as they all digested what Jazz had said. Jason couldn’t believe any parent would turn against their child that way.
But then again, Sheila did the same to me, he thought.
“So now what,” Jazz asked, “we can’t mooch off you forever, Jason. As much as I appreciate what you’ve done, it isn’t fair that you have to feed three extra mouths now and leave your old haunt for Danny.”
“Whoa, hey, it’s no trouble to me at all. Besides, I already think of Danny as my kid, and parents are there to care for their kids.”
Jason took a deep breath, “Besides, I wasn’t in a good place before Danny. I won’t lie to you guys; I’m not a good guy. I’ve—I’ve killed before; I’ve hurt my family. If anything, I would understand if you guys don’t want to be around me.”
“When you said you’ve killed, have you ever killed innocent people or…?” Jazz left the question hanging.
Jason shook his head and told his story of how he had been killed and returned to life. The Lazarus Pit and League of Assassins were hard to get through, but Danny and Jazz deserved the truth. He told them about his return to Gotham and how he set up a criminal empire. (One that he abandoned for Danny.) He mentioned Titan Towers and his so-called revenge against Tim. He told them all his sins.
Jason turned to Danny, “Do you understand now, Danny-lad, I deserve their anger.”
Danny got up and hugged Jason tight, “You came back angry. It’s not your fault, either.”
“While I’m not too glad to hear about the killings, I understand why you did it. Besides, you’ve left that behind, and you’re taking care of Danny. I’m not here to judge but to take care of my baby brother and sister. And you, Jason, have taken in Danny and protected him. Not many people would do that. So, for that, I thank you.”
Jason almost felt like crying. The Fentons didn’t judge him, and they didn’t refuse to give him their love and forgiveness. Jason felt like he belonged to a family for the first time in a long time.
“Now, it’s time we redecorated. Isn’t that right, big brother?” Jazz asked with a smile.
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Tim had been able to follow the cold anomaly north. It had disappeared somewhere in Vermont.
“What do you think it is,” Tim asked Barbara.
“I don’t know, but do you think it’s related to Jason disappearing?”
“It’s too much of a coincidence for it not to be.”
“Hmm,” Barbara hummed, “I’m going to set it up for the program to look for this anomaly in Canada. It has disappeared in the continental US; Canada is the only logical conclusion.”
“Should I tell Bruce?”
Barbara sighed, “Let’s give it a few more days and see if anything new comes up. If it doesn’t, we will have to tell him about it, but let him come up with his conclusions. If anything new shows up and leads to Jason, I suggest we observe him first instead of getting the whole family descending on him.”
“What, why?” Tim asked incredulously.
There was silence on the other side.
“Why, Barbara?”
“Tim, Jason left for a reason. There are no signs of struggles, and he took everything he had; he doesn’t want to be found by us. Shouldn’t we honor his wishes?”
“But everyone misses him. Bruce is going crazy looking for him.”
“I love Bruce, but he’s a hypocrite. He ignored Jason when he was right next door, and now that he’s gone, he wants him back. It sounds like he just wants some control, like usual,” Barbara said angrily.
“But Dick is also,” Barbara interrupted him.
“Dick isn’t much better. Look, I love everyone, but how we’ve treated Jason,” she sighed. “If he’s just living his life and not killing people, then I see no reason to make him miserable.”
“If that’s how you feel, why are you helping me look for him?” Tim couldn’t help but ask.
“Because I’m a hypocrite, too.”
Then she hung up.
So I don't know yet if I'm going to make that Barbara would help Jason from time to time and actually talked to him (kind of like how she helped him during the Cheers story line) or if she should also be one of the ones who ignored Jason. I'll think it through.
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RL Simself Story ( 18+)
CW: Pregnancy, Depression
Another week passed and I was still at my Grandparents. I’ve been here for 3 weeks now. Even my Cuz went back to university. Yesterday I had my exam. At least this thing went well. I passed it with almost maximum points. And yet I couldn’t be happy about it for long. I wasn't feeling well. My depression had reached its peak again, so I couldn't go to work this morning. I lay in bed all day long, staring at my walls. This still felt better than leaving my room. Just thinking about it, overwhelmed me. But I called my therapist. I told her I was pregnant. I haven’t seen her in weeks. Those group sessions I once mentioned, were okay, but I missed much. Anyway, she wanted to see me. She asked me to come to her practice tomorrow, to talk about my panic attacks and some other stuff. She also advised me to continue my medication.
My Grams was worried about me. She noticed that Nico didn’t come to me anymore. So I told her he broke up with me and that I had to divorce Daniel. And I’m going to file the divorce petition, but getting a divorce is not as easy as I thought. Tbh, it seemed impossible!?? That... person/DA, who handled my divorce, simply did not accept the reasons I gave her for my divorce. She said it would take at least a year, bcs Daniel wasn’t there, and who knows? Maybe we’ll make up, she meant. 😡...Agh, it's going to be complicated. And Daniel will be back soon anyway. Nevertheless, we will not divorce, but we’re not gonna be together either. 😫
That evening, my Parents and my Sister came by at my Grandparents. My Mom wanted to know what’s wrong with me? Why don’t I come back home? My Grams was a little tense when my Mom started to get upset about me. But my Mom was just worried. I was pregnant! What happens now? Do I keep the Baby or not? This was still not quite clear. I had an abortion appointment in 3 days. My Grams got so mad at my mom for talking about that! But my Mom never told me to abort my Baby neither my Dad! They just didn’t know what I really wanted!!??... Am I getting a divorce? Am I keeping Nico's Baby? Why isn't he here? Are we even together? And why am I alone in my room crying? My Parents wanted answers!
And Ana was still confused about my pregnancy. She still thought Dennis might have knocked me up. 🤦♀️🤦♀️Ana thought I was so sad because of that. So she finally decided to talk to me about this thing! She came over to my room. But somehow we both did not succeed in talking to each other. I admit, it was hard for me to look at Ana, without having to think about Adam. I mean..... I don’t hate Adam. Still, what he did to me was disgusting. And Ana also had that gross pic of Adam and me in her mind. She didn't feel comfortable around me. Ana & I weren’t mad at each other, we just needed some time, I think. 😞
Ana: Hey, A..... You ok?
Me: Hi 🫤
Ana: I’ve known you were pregnant for 4 weeks, I noticed when you took a pregnancy test. I didn’t want to ask you about it. You know?..... I’m happy for you, if you want a Baby, but... I’m not happy for Daniel. 😞
Me: Yea, that’s why I can’t be happy about it, even though I want a Baby.
Ana: You don’t have to...... do this, if you’re not sure. 🙁
Me: I love N. 😞
Ana: Honestly, A.! Can it be that you do not know exactly who you are pregnant from?? Dennis, you know? You were totally high! Maybe you slept with him and don’t remember?
Me: It's Nico's Baby. Trust me, I know when and how it happend! And I didn't sleep with Dennis!! We were going to, but... well, you know what happend. Adam interfered. And before you ask.... NO, I didn’t sleep with Adam!!
Ana: I know! He was just a few mins alone with you.
Me: You staying here tonight?
Ana: Why don’t you come home?
Me: Um.... I’m tired.
Ana: Ok...... I go back over.... Grama fears Mom and Dad will soon get divorced too, like our stupid uncle....
Me: I don't care. They are 41! They’ll know what they’re doing.
Ana: Whatever you say.
Like I said, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to Ana. Honestly, I also felt a bit humbled because she thought I didn’t know who I was pregnant with.
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how i think they’ll confess. + itto, kazuha x gn!reader
+. fluff, small angst in kazuha’s
+. A/N this is my first try in making hcs so pls bare with me
itto
He’ll probably blurt it out accidentally
Like the both of you are playing beetle fight with kids and then some cocky grown up went to show their beetles off.
Bro was pissed off LMAO
He’s supposed to be the one adored by the kids ya know!
He felt really annoyed cuz their beetles were bigger than his.
But you’re one lucky person and found a bigger one just yesterday and intended to give it to him but you wanted to show off >:)
He was in awe and so the match started
He was behind you the whole time watching intently with the kids on your side, and his hands were on your shoulders.
And of course you won! He’s so happy with the kids and then he just says it out loud like.
“OH MY, YOU WERE SO COOL! YA SEE???! THIS IS WHY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!”
The kids were looking at him smugly, they knew of his feelings for you but they also know that the two of you aren’t ‘married’ as one of the kids say.
“You what??” “I… Uhmm.. Well thats not how I wanted it to be…”
He shyly looks away, coughing after another. You chuckled and one of the kids chimes.
“Are you two married now? Can we play house now!?” One happily says.
kazuha
He’s one of the romantics and we all know that.
You’re a childhood friend from Inazuma, and the two of you admitted of liking each other but he never really got to say it properly.
So once the decree is lifted, he can now come back to you. Even for a short while before he leaves to travel at least.
“Good evening, [name].”
He smiled opening his arms as he watched you look at him in shock, dropping the things you’re holding to run up to him and be enveloped in his loving arms.
“I missed you, Kazuha! How have you been!? I heard what happened in Tenshukaku, are you alright!? You’re not badly hurt are you!?”
And many more questions are asked by you, but he only looked at your face, your lips, your eyes. You still looked beautiful as ever.
And the orange sky reflected your face, you looked ethereal, you always did. He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear.
Oh, how much you missed the feeling of his calloused hand touching your skin. “I am fine now, dove. Now that I get to hold you once again.”
He then kissed your forehead, you wished this moment would stay forever. Wished that he’ll never leave again. Wished that he would stay with you again. “Shall we re-visit out hiding place?” He smiles holding out his hand for you to take.
He took you back to where the two of you would run off to whenever your parents were hard on you, where he would tell you nothing but sweet things.
It’s a cliff end, but you felt at home every time you would come there. Especially in golden hours. The sunset to be specific.
“The sunset looks beautiful, don’t you think?”
He caressed the back of your hand, your eyes focused on the setting sun while his is focused on your face. Like he would forget it if he looked away just for a second, and so he memorized your features.
He knew what you looked like already, your face was all he could think off back in the crux. “Indeed it does… But..”
“I never got to say it properly, and I figured I’d tell you now.” He squeezed your hand before bringing it closer to his lips to kiss the back of it. “I love you, I love you dearly.”
Your breath hitched upon hearing those words leave his lips once again. “So I ask you.” He smiled taking out a flower from a foreign land and bends down on one knee. “Will you travel the word with me?”
Tears pooled your eyes, looking down at him. “I remember how you said you wanted to journey this world with me. So, my love. Are you willing to spend your lovely time with me and venture the world together?”
You quickly nodded, pulling Kazuha into a hug. “I’d love to.” You replied.
NENRIDBDJ DDJBDJD HOPE YALL LIKED THIS ONE I LOVE YOU <3
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an aspect of heteronormativity i don’t get is telling your friends they can’t date your ex
preface: no. don’t get with a person that was abusive towards anybody, friend or not. you’re not an exception to the rule because it will always creep up
that being said, if people don’t end on bad terms, why are you still holding ownership over that person -and quite frankly your friends?
now i can understand if the relationship was just fresh and your homie immediately jumping in dms and i honestly find it crazy that an ex would entertain it because it’s like you just got out of a relationship. give yourself a break (someone people have a fear of being alone and think they constantly need to be in a relaahionship)
but after some time you need to let people move on and you need to as well. whatever those people do does not concern you
you can’t keep memories tied up with a person. have them but don’t think they’re only unique to you. your ex was apart of the relationship to and they moving on
seeing someone you thought you’d end up with become intimate with your friend can be tough. but if things didn’t end tragically and this person is able to move on, is that not a sign that you may need to sit with why you can’t?
the more you dwell on them, having tunnel vision, the greater you are at missing out on your person
granted if you continue to be around, you shouldn’t be subject to jabs by the new couple and other friends every waking second about the relationship not working out. and honestly if your friend group is doing that, honey it’s time to cut them off
and also getting upset that they may be doing things for your friends that they never did for you can be bittersweet. i wouldn’t call that emotional abuse but rather a lack of commitment/passion which obviously made the relationship end. maybe not in the sweetest of terms but no break up is gonna feel good. nobody was at fault, you just weren’t compatible and that doesn’t make neither one of you bad people
i’ve never seen this amongst queer people -at least nonheteronormative ones and i’m sure it happens in ones that are, it’s just very rare. i actually have a tendency to want to date my friends. i want to get to know you then develop further
(hit dog will holler. if it don’t apply, let it fly for this next part)
cuz from my viewpoint, why would i be building that platonic relationship within our dating phase? that sounds like im just bumbling around with a stranger while learning everything about them as im kissing and holding their hand and possibly having sex with them
that’s scary to me. next thing i know, im married to a person and im learning the basics of who they are during our marriage. why didn’t i know you had all these complications before we became partners?
and of course you’re never really going to know how someone acts in a romantic relationship until you get with them, but you should at least know their basic disposition towards humanity. if they not a good friend -person overall- what makes you think they’ll be an even better partner?
i would def let my ex date my friend. cuz honestly im not “letting” them do anything. i can’t control them and i shouldn’t want to. is that really a friend?
and no i’m not exempt from having those bittersweet feeling but i do have the autonomy to dictate how i act around them. the same for them
if you can’t do that and you know you’re going to be combative and lingering on “what could have been” then maybe it’s time to leave them people behind
it’s okay for friendships to end
but i would hate to lose out over something like that. to sever those friendships. like you miss out on a wedding. baby announcements. friend trips. academic accomplishments
like yeah they can be built elsewhere but depending on how long you’ve known your friends thats gotta be hard
if your ex and friend aren’t causing you any harm (instigating emotional, mental or physically harm) then let them be happy with each other
your emotions are valid, but you must be accountable for your emotions/actions and know when you need to dip for your own happiness and theirs. (even if you can’t bring yourself to be happy for them, just do it for yourself)
cuz if we being honest some people sabotage or harm themselves by engaging with things that they know they can’t take. and they should seek therapy
note: i feel this way about divorced people too.
#preacha plym#i just think that life is too short#and some people call this a issue of morality#HOW?#if i’m not actively working to hurt you#then what’s the problem?#at that point you need to take accountability for your own emotions
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Also just one more question, did Rich give Gordan the locket that's in his jobs truck, the one that was at the begining of the game? And does Gordan know that Rich has moved on to Patty? I'm curious and generaly interested in this ship now, and I would love to see some more art of it! :)
Sorry if this isn’t written too well, I’m a little out of it rn, had a long day.
The locket isn’t actually a locket! It’s a medal. If you interact with it, Gordon says he got it during the war. On the texture for it, you can see it was awarded due to “sacrifice” and “selfless service”, seems to be based on the Purple Heart Medal, which is awarded to those who are wounded/killed while serving.
Gordon knows Rich and Patty are dating. Rich told him. Gordon also knows that Patty went missing.
Gordon knows that Playtime Co employees are going missing.
Gordon doesn’t want to get involved. He just wants to keep his head down, mind his own business. It’s easier that way.
But he doesn’t want to lose Rich. He can’t lose anyone else.
He pleads with him to just leave, just quit, get out of there. Rich refuses. What if Patty and Avery are just lost? They’ll think he abandoned them.
“Why would you, of all people, have a say in this? I’ve asked you to help me find em a billion times-”
“Cuz I don’t meddle in crap that’ll get me killed! For God’s sake, Rich, they’ve been gone for months! You wanna die over a lost cause? You wanna make a damn matyr out of yourself?”
“…they ain’t dead. I love her. I love him. I can’t leave them to die.”
“You’re insane. You hear me? You’re going to get yourself killed. Just- please, Rich, just leave. Get out of there while you still can, for the love of God…”
“I can’t leave em’!”
“Listen to me, damn it! I can’t lose you!”
“I can’t lose her!”
“You already have!”
…couple years go by. Gordon’s memory is a tangled, fuzzy thing, and it loses hold of Rich for a while. In 1993, after a couple months of recovering old memories with the support of the Neighbours, Gordon recalls his number.
He gives him a call. No response. He leaves a message, their last fight playing foggily over his eyes as he apologises for what he said, mentions how he’s sorting himself out. He misses him. Would he like to chat again? Maybe they can meet up, like the good ol’ days. Just call him back when there’s time.
“…love you, man. I’m sorry. Tell Patty I said hi.”
When a couple weeks go by and there’s no response, Gordon figures he deserved it. A lot of people from his past don’t want to talk to him anymore.
He’s got a show to run, anyway. He can focus on that for now.
Then 1995 rolls around, and the papers and the television and the radio are all talking about the mysterious incident that happened in the factory.
Gordon, alone in the room that used to be Gerzwald’s, is calling the same number over and over and over.
He keeps calling that number for several weeks. Ricky has noticed their phone bill has gone up by quite a dramatic margin, but he doesn’t mention it. He can see that Gordon’s devastated about…something.
He’s asked. Gordon doesn’t want to talk about it.
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Fight for Yourself, Fight for Me
Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • You were always going to be your father’s little archer…even when all the responsibility for several lives rest on your shoulders • ANGST/SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares / PTSD / Scars / Canon Violence / Illness / Injuries / SH Scars / Depression
Requested by: Anon
“Look at that” Lori smiles pointing out to Daryl the way Carl was trailing his kid around the campsite. “What yea think they’re talking about?”
“Anythin’ but the hell going on”
Y/N has always been like that. Talk about anything else BUT what was happening around them. To give people a sense of normalcy back but also for the kids.
“Wait so Batman has like. No superpowers at all? Just that his parents died and now he seeks revenge?”
“I wouldn’t really call it revenge. He never uses a gun. Never kills. Uses his gadgets to catch the bad guy and like. Shakes them down until they spoke” Y/N continues as they loaded up their hunting rifle which on cue made Daryl whistle for them. “Should find you some comics. Doubt it’ll be batman but hopefully something interesting”
Carl was about to ask them more when they started to head toward Daryl and Lori causing him to sprint over.
“Where are you going?”
“Y/N is going hunting with their dad. They’ll be back in a few days”
“Can I go?”
“No Carl. You need to stay here. Where it’s safe”
“But they get to go! They’re a kid—-“
“They are eighteen.” Daryl hands them back their pack as Carl continued to glare slightly. “They are my kid. But an adult to yea”
Y/N couldn’t help but notice the kid’s eagerness to go with them resulting in Daryl growing impatient.
“Y/N we gotta—-“
“I’ll meet yea by the tents, old man” Y/N states hearing him grumble as he left. “Carl you can’t come. Cuz you’ve got an important job here”
“What is it?”
“Hold down the fort. Dad and I are gonna get food, and the Atlanta group is out. Leaving only a few to keep an eye on everybody. Can I trust yea to keep the house afloat?”
Carl nods smiling as Y/N ruffles up his hair smiling themselves.
“Good. Be back in a few days, buddy”
It’s been two so far since they left to track down the deer Daryl had spotted tracks for a bit ago. Y/N followed shortly behind their father staring at their feet for the most part since it’s been a bit with no signs of the deer. They suddenly ran into Daryl when he stood still for a moment catching them off guard.
“I’m not playing statue in the middle of the woods, dad…”
“Did yea want a sibling?”
“That’s random” Y/N scoffs, stepping ahead of him to ready their aim and take the shot on the squirrel. “But no. I like being an only child…would’ve wanted more time with mom though”
“Mm. Me too, kid” Daryl watches their surrounding so they could pick up their catch. “You’re close with that Grimes kid”
“I wouldn’t really say talking about superheroes makes us close”
“You used to only talk to me about superheroes”
“Are you jealous of a child?” Y/N laughs a bit, even more when their dad groaned to the question.
“Nah. Just.” Daryl shrugs kneeling to check the faint tracks to see how long it’s been. “Little shit looks up to yea is all. Don’t want that going to your head”
“I don’t think it will…?”
“Listen. I don’t mean like what the cop is having. The savior complex shit. I’m talking the toll that raising kids can have on somebody” He admits as he picks himself up continuing to follow the tracks with his kid shortly behind him. “You care a lot. You’ve always have been that way…even for people who don’t deserve it. Like Uncle Merle. But I don’t want yea to forget about yourself. How you’re feeling will always matter, kid. I don’t want something terrible happening to make you forget that”
Y/N didn’t know what to reply to that with, but Daryl knew that they understood the best that they can.
Even when he watched their kid grow protective of the youngest Grimes. Then the youngest Greene.
He doesn’t want to lose them, or want them to lose themselves…
“Let’s go hunt” Daryl gestures with his eyes to outside the house the group was currently staying in after the barn burned. “We’ll be back soon”
“Can I come?” Carl tugs at Y/N’s jacket as they quickly shot it down with a new reason of having to keep an eye on his mother for her and the baby’s safety. They managed to get him to listen by giving him tasks that keep him there.
As they were heading out, Rick stopped Daryl talking to him about scavenging places as well as finding whatever meat they can get their hands on. He even tried to join them but Daryl drew his line clearly. He wanted to be alone with his kid, without any more drastic changes.
“I think Andrea could still be alive”
“Maybe” Y/N kicks a door open to one of the abandoned houses in their neighborhood. “She did almost kill you so, I’d let her back in but not with open arms”
“I’m still standing aren’t I?”
“She also gave a knife to Beth when she was thinking of killing herself.” They instantly went toward the kitchen to find any canned foods. “Might have to knock some sense into that son of a bitch before letting her back in. Hell. Not even my decision…everybody following Rick…”
“You’re allowed to share your thoughts, Y/N”
Y/N’s body tensed hearing such as they felt like anything they would say to Rick wouldn’t get anywhere. He and Daryl are one and the same when it comes to protecting their blood…but Rick making all the decisions made it hard to think for oneself.
“Rick won’t listen. He’s just protecting his kid”
“You’re protecting his kid and wife more than he is. You have them your blanket, your extra rations,…hell, saved that kid from walkers more than he did.” Daryl frowns watching Y/N take all the cans they can carry. “I’m looking out for yea, Y/N. I don’t want to lose my kid to somebody else’s short comings…”
“You’re not gonna lose me…I just wish things were different”
I just wish things were different
Y/N frowns watching Maggie stumble out of the prison in tears with a small baby in her embrace. They noticed Carl’s frozen state when he stepped out and how Rick fell apart upon hearing the news of his wife dying. They slowly approached the kid as he looks up at them with a blank expression that suddenly turned to silent tears rolling down his cheeks.
“C’mere kid” Y/N brought Carl into their embrace comforting him the best that they could. All he wanted was to cry for a moment in the comforts of someone who he knows he’ll be safe with.
Their dad’s declare about “not losing another” made everyone act on such. Daryl left with Maggie to get formula for the baby, Hershel checked her out with the help of Beth, the rest of the group took care of investigating the rest of the prison. Leaving Y/N to take care of Carl while Rick was indisposed.
“What was it like for you…”
“What?”
“When your mom died…”
Losing a parent tends to always feel like it just happened yesterday. Even if Y/N was ten when they lost her.
But for context.
Y/N wasn’t a mistake. Or planned really. Daryl hit it off with their mom who was a total stranger he met and asked out one day. First date hit it off to where the slim chance of getting pregnant did indeed happen. He was scared, of course. Didn’t want to be like his father. Didn’t want to be in the bullshit he’s in with Merle with a baby around. But she was ever so kind and patient that the 9 months they had gotten to know one another.
Then life slowly became all about Y/N and both of them were happy on such. Even Merle cleaned up most of his act to be able to spend time with the little one.
Their life was perfect in its own special way. Didn’t need much of anything besides their family.
Missing field trips meant spending time with Daryl at the garage he worked at
Weekends were always a new adventure to anywhere
Bad days were always met with cuddles from their mother
Bullies never bothered to mess with them when Uncle Merle was the one to pick up the kid
The list could go on…and last about ten years. One day Y/N was sat at the couch by both of their parents having a talk about what it means when someone gets really sick. Again, they were ten. Old enough to understand what being sick means, but still young enough to not believe that their mother was sick and one day wasn’t going to come home.
It was sudden. She just. Never came home. The only thing that came home were her belongings and a broken Daryl.
I can never forget the look in my dad’s eyes when he tried so hard to tell me without breaking Y/N frowns looking at Carl with their own pain resurfacing to that question. “One day she was here. The next…she was gone. It’s been years but I’ll always be sad about it. Your mom meant the world to you…the pain will be awful at first, but as life goes on, you’ll always remember the good things you had with your mom. That’s all that matters”
To be frank. Y/N never wanted to become a parent, and in the apocalypse that confirmed matters. They didn’t want to raise a child in a world that they could die at any given moment compared to the old world. Hell. They were still a kid in Daryl’s eyes, always…so when Lori died, this switch in them flipped and all that mattered…was making sure her kids were safe. Taken care of. Loved.
“Y/N coming back today?”
Daryl nods looking up at Carol and her offering of food she has just prepared. He’s been waiting at their spot all morning and was relieved none of the spawn came around to take their attention away. But he thought too soon on the matter when Carl came running over.
“They back yet?”
“Nope. Just waiting” Carol smiles noticing Daryl tense expression. “Hey, how about we go find that favorite blanket of theirs and get it to their watchtower?”
“But I—-“
“Come on. You know they’ll appreciate it more coming from you” Carol smiles directing Carl out of there which relaxed Daryl enough to have a good mood when seeing Y/N’s bike approach the gate and the Woodbury folks took care of opening it to let them in.
As Daryl got up from his spot, Y/N rolls up next to his bike putting the kickstand down before getting off and hugging their dad when he draws close.
“Run into Michonne?”
“Yeah, brought back some of the shit she found along with my findings” Y/N smiles setting their pack down on the bench he was sitting on previously to show him what they’ve got.
“You’re really spoiling them kids” Daryl laughs a bit finding things like books, comics for Carl, formula and baby blankets for Judith, a few clothes for Beth…at least they got canned foods amongst other things that benefit others. “Did yea find what yea needed?”
“No, but it’s cool” Y/N picked up their pack once more to carry it all inside. “There’s also arrows on the back of the bike” and with that last note they went to put everything away and give such to whoever they went out in the run for.
Soon Y/N found themselves on the top bunk of their place trying to rest as Beth laid on the bottom one reading one of her books keeping company.
“How’s Uhm. What’s his face?”
“Zach? We aren’t anythin’” Beth says in a hush whisper in mind of the baby sleeping in its makeshift cradle that was a laundry basket. “I don’t think he notices me”
“I wouldn’t wait for him to make a move. You really like the guy? Just be honest. Honesty doesn’t hurt” Y/N states as Beth rises from her place in the bunk closing the book a bit too loudly making the resident on the top bunk tense.
“Yknow what! Imma do it”
As Beth leaves, Judith started to sob from her spot making the exhausted Y/N rise from their bunk jumping down to the floor before picking up the little baby. They picked up the little baby sitting on the floor leaning against the bunk beds gently rocking the littlest Grimes.
Daryl went to check on them after giving them some time after returning. He stops at the gates finding Judith asleep on their chest as they were also fast asleep with their head back on the bed.
“Someone’s gotta take care of yea” He whispers taking the little baby from them returning the sleeping baby into the basket before carefully picking up his baby and laying them down in the bunk.
It’s been this way for months. Y/N taking trips out and returning with things everybody else needs or ask of them to get. But ultimately forgetting themselves in the mix. And especially the way they are protective over “their” kids that when the illness came through…Rick had carried their passed-out sick form to the cellblock.
When Daryl came back he heard about Y/N and haven’t left their side while they rested. He kept everyone out of their quarantine cell. Wouldn’t let anyone see them because they put everyone else above themselves and granted he should’ve done something sooner about it…but others hardly noticed their struggling.
“Yea ain’t allowed to die. Fuckin’ won’t have it. Told yea that when yer mom died.” Daryl frowns squeezing their hand hearing his heart pound in his ears making him stress even more. “Lost her, lost Merle, you ain’t following them”
It was weird that Y/N wasn’t waking up instantly like the others when the medicine has been in their system for a while. But they were exhausted.
Even when the prison fell around them.
No dad. No kids. No anybody. Y/N woke up to nothing but injuries of the fallen debris. Nothing too concerning but enough to frustrate their tired form as they crawled out of the rubble and to the surface of their collapsed cell block finding dead people and walkers.
Dad…
Carl…
Beth…
Judith…
It kept repeating in their head when they managed to get out of the infested area with the little belongings they scavenged.
Y/N felt like they were walking for days with no end. They saw the signs for Terminus and thought about heading that direction but if shit went south they had virtually nothing to protect themselves or anyone who joined along the way. They eventually found themselves in an abandoned house curled up in a corner listening to the sounds of nature and the rapid beating of their heart.
What if I don’t find anyone
Did I just lose my remaining family to an attack
They could be dead
Where’s Carl
Hopefully the kids are safe
They could be dead
Hershel’s remains were in the field…where’s Maggie and Beth
Who the hell got Judith
Where is my dad?
They could be dead
They could be dead
They could be dead
The panic settles in and before the scream ripped out of their chest out of frustration, exhaustion, depression…footsteps drew close. Several. But it wasn’t any of their group.
•
“These are good people…” Daryl frowns watching Joe keep his grip on Rick as he scoffs toward the archer.
“See…now that’s a lie”
Right before the other Claimer was about to grab Daryl, his body dropped to the floor. Confusing everyone in that heated situation. But given the open window Rick took out the leader while Michonne took out the one pinning her. Daryl went for the ones behind him while the swordsman was heading for the guy pinning Carl but right before she even drew her sword, the sound of a shotgun rang through as the guy splatters against the car sliding against the rusted metal until he met the floor. Carl scrambled away from the dead man feeling Michonne’s protective hold wrap around him as the two heard footsteps approaching from the tree line.
“Holy shit” One of the remaining claimers paused in the middle of fist fighting Daryl to see the figure emerging. “You’re still alive?!” He snaps and right before Daryl could land another punch, he dropped the Claimer when a knife was thrown right at his skull.
“I’m a goddamn roach…”
Daryl quickly turned toward the voice finding Y/N drawing close to grab their knife. But add more insult to injury by crushing the man’s skull with their foot. They both drew their handguns to take out the one approaching from behind Daryl and without a second thought after the assholes were taken care of, Y/N wrapped their arms around their dad feeling him tighten his grip on them.
“I’m so tired, dad…” Y/N sobbed holding onto him as he let them fall apart in his embrace relieved they were alive.
The five settled where they were to give them all a break of what had happened. Michonne stayed with Carl in the car with Rick keeping watch as the Dixons were outside of such leaning against it.
“I thought I lost yea…” Daryl frowns resting his head on top of theirs that was perched on his shoulder. “Thought I lost yea to the illness, then the collapse…”
“I should’ve taken better care of myself…then I wouldn’t have gotten sick, and sort of left there”
“I didn’t want to leave your side. I stayed with yea until the Governor came crashing into our home. I tried to go back but Beth saved my ass from getting killed trying”
“I’ll thank her when we find her”
Finding her dead wasn’t what either expected and neither of them hesitate to take the cop down after she shot Beth. They each took their own toll on the matter.
Couldn’t save her, does that have future indications toward his own blood
Couldn’t save her, was there really a consequence for mattering for oneself for a change
Daryl frowns watching Y/N sit beside him after watching what he did with the cigarette in his hand. They brushed off the ash from the burn checking how bad it was as he took his hand away.
“It’s not as bad as what my dad did to me”
“Still shouldn’t have done it. I still need yea around, old man”
The archer rolls his eyes before wrapping his arm around their shoulders bringing them in.
“What did we learn from this?”
“It’s okay to fight for someone else…as long as you don’t forget yourself”
“Good”
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So I didn’t have time to watch the episode last night but I’m kind of afraid to watch it. Apparently the chemistry wasn’t there and rhae didn’t look like she enjoyed the sex scene. The marriage proposal was purely for political reasons and power so daemon is basically doing her favor. Mysaria is shown in next week’s trailer with a guy in gray hoodie aka people think it’s daemon so they’ll probably have him cheat on her. Idk obviously alicent and rhae shippers will say that but some dameon x rhae are too 😭
Why are we worrying about next week when this episode was beyond amazing for Daemyra!? And why are you listening to others who can’t enjoy the FABULOUS FEAST that the Daemyra fam was fed last night? I mean, my good anon, we have literally been given win after win after win. Don’t let the haters and downers in the fandom rain on the Daemyra parade. The episode was AMAZEBALLS for Daemyra.
I'm just going to link to my post about the love scene here: Now THAT was a LOVE scene
And THIS splendiferous post that covered the love scene AND the wedding (OH MY GOODNESS! It was so beautiful I nearly cried! -- and this post nearly made me cry!!)
Rhaenyra didn't enjoy it?!?! What the everloving---?! Dear lord! That woman looked like she was seeing the gods! She was enraptured. She was touching every single inch of that man she could get her hands on. And, fools, let us not forget she literally just gave birth not too long ago. And Daemon just lost his wife--this is LITERALLY TAKING PLACE AT HER FUNERAL! And, yet still they were out there banging it out. No, I will not sully that beauteous lovemaking. Cuz that was it, they were making the love. SO MAKING THE LOVE!
I mean, it appears that the people complaining about this love scene expected a raunchy, burning, sexy, hot, fun, getting it on fuckfest. And I'm like... whu?!?!? Were you even paying attention to the last episode?! They were fucking miserable. M-I-S-E-R-A-B-L-E. They spent ten years (FOLKS, TEN YEARS!) denying themselves. Denying their fire, denying their true heart's desire. They had sublimated who they truly were. They were also grieving, in pain.
Daemon had walked away from her -- yes, by the way, I called it. Totes 100% called it that we WOULD get an explanation for what happened in episode 5 with Daemon leaving, as I said, patience, grasshopper, patience. They were both miserable. But now at last they were together. They treated each other with reverence. When they made love... and it was absolutely, inesapably making love... it was damn-near worshipful.
And the wedding? Yes, they got married for political means. Him marrying her helped strengthen her claim, but WHEN they got married? OH. BE. STILL. MY BEATING. HEART.
The peace radiating from them. The joy on their faces. The looks in their eyes. The smiles. The lean in to the kisses. The cupping of the faces. The way she caressed his cheek, his chin. The kisses. DEAR LORD UP IN HEAVEN! THE KISSES! THE KISSES! OH MY HEAVEN!! THE KISSESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(AND IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN NO LESS!!!)
That was the most soulmate of soulmatey weddings ever! They were like radiating the purity of love. It was just.... AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
I mean, if that was not Daemyra heaven, fam, I don't know what is. I do not know.
#daemyra#daemyra positivity#daemon x rhaenyra#I love them i love them i love them daemyra own my soul now and forever more amen#hotd 1x07#daemyra fam have been fed and that is all I have to say about that#daemyra fam keep on winning
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Escape?
TWs: gun mention, choking, panic, blood. what happens after Promotion
@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine
As it turns out, focusing on not choking to death is harder than I thought. Get distracted a little too much and I forget how to breathe. The handcuffs are digging into my wrists again, and I’m not sure this is something I can get out of, and I’ll probably- No. I’m fine, we’re fine. This is fine. I can get out of this, I just need to think. Aren’t I already thinking though? No, back on track. I can’t just spit the damn gun out, but I can't just sit here and wait either. I could do without the drooling, but that requires getting rid of the gun, which… Fuck. Okay.
The pipes aren’t very helpful, in fact they’re the exact opposite. No wonder, and- Fucking hell, I forgot to breathe right again. If i could stop crying too that would be nice, it’s hard to figure out what i can do when everything is blurry. I feel bad for people who need glasses, cuz if they lose them- no, work on getting out, stop thinking about other stuff.
It's been hours since Detective left, which… I don’t think he’d actually leave me to die, would he? He wouldn’t, he can’t just let me die, that’s- NO, no, don’t think about him, that's, we can open that when I’m not half dead. I don’t know how long it's been exactly, my only lightsource was the flickering LED light near the door, and the windows are boarded up, so the sun won’t help me. All warehouses are boarded up, which is why they’re so popular probably, but- damn it, this gun is making everything harder than it has to be.
Taking a deep breath is a little hard right now, so what can I do? There’s nothing near enough I could grab, and he cuffed them up so even if there was something right there the cuffs wouldn’t give me enough room to reach down. There’s- shit, there’s nothing I can do but wait and hope I don’t die.
Detective will come back, though, he has to. He can’t, he wouldn’t just abandon me in here to- No. He said he’d be back, so he’s coming back, and maybe he’ll let me go, then I can… run, or something. He wouldn’t arrest me, not after everything he’s given to keep me alive. Right? He’ll let me go, then we can figure something out, and I can ask him what’s going on, and… No, that’s, he got mad at me for asking questions, so just don’t talk. But he never got mad before?
I can’t- I need, I need to calm down, if i panic then I’ll start choking again and i can’t, it hurts and-It’s fine, I’m fine, I’m okay, he just got a little angry, detective doesn’t actually wanna hurt me. He’s just angry because of the promotion thing, he doesn’t hate me, it’s fine, he’ll let me go when he gets back. He will, I just, I need to calm down and breathe. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have gotten so loud, I should’ve just left, and he’d still like me, i should’ve- Fuck, it hurts, my wrists are burning and probably bleeding and the gun is digging into the back of my throat and probably leaving bruises but its fine, I just need to stay. Calm. The detective will be back, and he’ll take everything off, and make it stop hurting like he always does… Right?
The door slammed open and I jerked, choking and panicking and- Breathe, breathe, you’re okay, you’re fine, it’s okay. It was just the wind, or the detective, there’s no need to be so scared, you’re fine. I tried to listen for anything, but all I could hear was my own ragged breathing. I tried to blink back a new round of tears at the lack of sounds, but I don’t know why Detective is like that, and my wrists and throat hurt and I’m so confused, and I don’t like this, please, I’ll- i’ll be quiet and good and, and-
“Hello?”
…What? That, that's not detective, but maybe they, they’ll help? But what if they hurt me? Or, or, or, they don’t like me? They’ll just leave me here, like, like… I sobbed, I can’t do this, I wanna go, it hurts and i'm tired and, and-
“Oh, hello there, little boy blue. In quite the predicament, I see. I don’t suppose you’d like to be released, hm?”
I tried blinking to clear my vision, because there’s, there’s someone right there. They were standing next to the toolbox that hid me from the rest of the warehouse, a blur of black and gold and silver, and- wait.
I nodded, hoping they knew what I meant, and they stalked closer, kneeling down to look me in the eye. I whined and looked at their mask, a whirl of gold and red and dark gray. They just stared, before reaching over and untying the rope holding the stupid fucking gun in my mouth.
“What’s little boy blue doing out here, hm? This isn't the best place for children, you know.” He said, watching as I coughed and gasped for air. I tried to form words, but got distracted by my task of inhaling as much air as I could.
“I- fuck…” I whimpered, as the man grabbed my chin and shifted my head back and forth.
“That's certainly an interesting way to shut someone up, no? Good thing the safety was on, at least. What’s your name, little boy blue?” He prattled, smooth voice making it impossible to hear anything else. He commanded attention so loudly, with his colors and voice and-
“Um… Ghost, si-ir.”
“Ghost? How fascinating. What’s a little creature like you doing back here? Quite the dangerous place.”
“... I was- was with… the detective-”
“Oh? The detective? Adorable, you still trusting the law. Who put you here, Ghost?” He held my face still, and it started to feel like everything was swaying. I hope the handcuffs didn’t cut too deep. Oh, am I supposed to answer?
“The, the, um… Detective. He was- angry.” It hurt worse to talk than with the gun jammed in my throat, huh. That’s not good.
“...The detective you were with, did this to you.”
It wasn’t a question but I still nodded, trying to see past the tears and failing miserably. Again. I hope he’s not mad, I can’t handle anyone yelling right now. Actually, it was hard to hear what he was saying. I could see him talking but it felt like everything was spinning in a whirlpool around me. That’s not good. He glanced over at my hands, which I haven't been able to feel for a bit now, actually. He snapped one cuff off, then the other before saying something that got lost in the spin of colors and sounds. Oh, my hands don’t look good, that’s a lot of blood. I think I might be sick, everything is spinning so fast.
The swirl of colors that made the man lifted me onto my feet, before I felt something prick the side of my neck. I hope I get some fucking chocolates after all this, I mumbled as the ground got startlingly close all of a sudden.
#tw gun#gun mention#tw blood#tw choking#tw panicking#blood loss#Ghost#Detective Gunner#Hunter#poor Ghostie just can't get his thoughts to hold still#Ghostie's so brave <3#Detectives decent into madness will be elaborated upon on another day#whump writing
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JJK 201 SPOILERS!
I don’t think the Americans (or other countries) are gonna be able to experiment on the sorcerers....
I am like... 10000% sure Kenny has all of the countries bamboozled. Back in chapter 200, we get a lil montage of Kenny meeting with multiple leaders starting from February with the US being the last country he visited.
Then in chapter 201, we have this panel:
They have no idea that Kenjaku already went to other countries to tell them about sorcerers; in fact, the US was the last to know about their existence (lol sucks to suck). The countries probably aren’t aware that other countries know too, so they’ll be in for a surprise once they all go into the colonies.
They’re all clearly being deceived, and even better: they probably won’t be able to experiment on any sorcerer.
Why? CUZ THEY CAN’T FUCKING LEAVE THE GAME ONCE THEY ENTER. They’re not like Maki who has zero cursed energy and wouldn’t be trapped. They still have a small amount of cursed energy, and that’s enough to deem them a ‘player’ of the culling game.
They can capture however many test subjects as they want, but they won’t actually be able to leave the colony to go back to their countries and actually experiment on them because the barriers will prevent that. They can probs try to set up their own lab, but that depends on if they bring an actual scientist with them and so far, all I know is that they sent an army. Plus, they’ll have limited supplies to do any experimenting too lmao
Soooooo yeah. I’m not too concerned about any human experimentation going on because the chances of that actually happening seem pretty low to me
What I am worried about is the amount of chaos that’ll happen. Weaker sorcerers (or those already injured) will probably get killed off by the army and since Kenjaku didn’t seem to supply them with cursed weaponry, those sorcerers will probs come back as vengeful cursed spirits.
Chaos is Kenjaku’s goal after all. He once said he wanted to create so much chaos “that not even he can control”. Everything is going all according to his plan. With this amount of fighting and cursed energy being added into the colonies, he’ll have enough CE to prepare the world for the merger with Tengen... 🥲🥲🥲
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