#(Red guy's there too but I'm not gonna tag him because you can't really see him lol)

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Let's take a trip down memory lane!

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karma - part ten

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natalia leclerc fuck charles leclerc and his super sperm

daniel ricciardo what happened to hello? how are you? good morning

liam lawson talk about top 10 things i never want to see first thing in the morning

yuki tsunoda considering your current situation, i would say you have fucked charles leclerc

ben santos-ruiz max is trying max verstappen fuck you benjamin

oscar piastri-leclerc somethings are too much for me

sebastian vettel does this have something to do with the doctor's appointment you had this morning?

natalia leclerc yes sebastian, it does

ollie bearman-leclerc did you kill charles? is that why he's not here?

natalia leclerc that bitch is too busy laughing at my predicament natalia leclerc he participates all of five minutes and somehow I'M stuck carrying TWO of his spawns!!

max verstappen wait, have you picked godparents? do i get to be a godparent?

pato o'ward-leclerc what on earth makes you think they picked god parents already??

natalia leclerc i'll have you know, no, we're still thinking about that

logan sargeant-leclerc I VOLUNTEER!!

ollie bearman-leclerc so pick me, choose me

max verstappen ??

ollie bearman-leclerc you are the most chronologically offline f1 driver i have ever met. i bet fernando would get that reference and he's ancient

oscar piastri-leclerc thank you for the blackmail for when you want to do the thing

ollie bearman-leclerc FUCK YOU! DON'T DO THAT SHIT!

jenson button what on earth are they arguing about?

natalia leclerc nothing. i swear.

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natalia_leclerc surprise, but not really because someone spoiled it. p.s. don't worry people, he's still alive, but not after i see him in hungary.

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charles_leclerc thank you for giving me the best gift i could've ever asked for 💙

natalia_leclerc i'm sorry for nearly giving you a heart attack when you found out the day before your home grand prix 💙 charles_leclerc no, you're not but that's okay. i wouldn't have it any other way.

arthur_leclerc I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!! (NOT CLICKBAIT) (FOR REAL)

maxverstappen1 you don't have to worry about her killing you over this one arthur_leclerc what i did is small compared to what lando did

landonorris I SAID I'M SORRY!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!

natalia_leclerc you're dead norris. dead ⚰️

uesr1 wait, how did charles find out? with the cake?

natalia_leclerc you know that day where he was spotted running around the paddock like a maniac? user1 yeah? natalia_leclerc that day. i sent a picture in our family group chat with three different positive pregnancy tests and then ghosted them 💀

user2 you're telling me charles found out through a text?!

natalia_leclerc I PANICKED OKAY? HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF QUALI WHEN I FOUND OUT! bensantos_ruiz we found out she was dating charles through a gossip page. this is nothing new for her maxverstappen1 and then you found out she was married through her instagram stories bensantos_ruiz my sister has a flair for the dramatic, what can i say? charles_leclerc it's okay because i love her.

olliebearman GUYS! I'M GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER!!

user3 you are taking this way too seriously bensantos_ruiz i was told to inform people that my dad says to not tell ollie anything. and seb. user3 oh so they're family, family.

sukiwaterhouse congrats!!! can't wait to meet baby ruiz

charles_leclerc this is new levels of haterism suki sukiwaterhouse oh i know 😉 psa to carlosainz55 only i'm allowed to hate on charles. not you. charles_leclerc oh my god natalia_leclerc it's leclerc-ruiz suki, we've talked about this sukiwaterhouse of course my love, anything you say my love charles_leclerc 🫵 simp sukiwaterhouse i know your ass ain't talking leclerc

redbullracing if admin let out a loud scream, no can legally tell us anything.

natalia_leclerc red bull admin, i seriously love you.

aurorabutton congratulations!! if the way you treat your grid kids says anything it's that you're going to be great parents!!

natalia_leclerc thank you aurora! charles_leclerc thank you little button! maxverstappen1 why the fuck does he get to call you little button but not me? aurorabutton he's charles leclerc you sid the sloth

aurorabutton currently waiting for peter pettigrew to find a way to ruin the moment and make this about him

user4 not peter pettigrew 💀😭 user5 never has he been described more accurately.

carlossainz55 you just had to find a way to tie him down didn't you?

maxverstappen1 you speak like someone who was in love with charles and not natalia, which we all know you were or still are, it’s hard to remember sometimes olliebearman don't you have other things to do? like find your jobless ass a seat for next year? natalia_leclerc i tied him down when we were 6 and he pulled on my pigtails because he didn't know how to talk to me but thanks! charles_leclerc so this is what the children call pick me behavior?? patriciooward no one wants you here, go away!! oscarpiastri don't you have a girlfriend to go cheat on? logansargeant man why do you have to ruin the moment? we're having a good time and you just ruin the vibes, like always. aurorabutton oh go fuck yourself sainz. maybe norris can help you out? landonorris WHY THE FUCK AM I CATCHING STRAYS??

alex_albon petition to have myself be godfather??

natalia_leclerc done. you're hired! maxverstappen1 THAT'S ALL IT TAKES?! alex_albon i can't tell if she's being serious or not? natalia_leclerc you are quite literally the reason charles and i are together? silverstone 2017 ringing a bell? alex_albon OH I DID DO THAT! user6 ALEX ALBON IS THE REASON THEY'RE TOGETHER?? alex_albon we were all sick and tired of the will they won't they thing they had going on so i locked them in a closet before silverstone race day in 2017 and wouldn't let them out until they confessed their feelings for each other

rileykeough congratulations to the happy couple!! excited to meet baby leclerc-ruiz!!

natalia_leclerc thank you my love ❤️ charles_leclerc please stop asking me to name our child after you rileykeough OH COME ONE! ALBON GETS TO BE GODFATHER BUT I CAN'T GET ONE NAMED AFTER ME? alex_albon why am i catching strays??

pierregasly WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HELLO? HOW ARE YOU? WHY WAS I NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS??

charles_leclerc so that's who i forgot to tell pierregasly APOLOGY WITH TEARS!!!

kellypiquet congrats, you look beautiful 💙

natalia_leclerc kelly, i'm not kidding, i might cry kellypiquet oh, i understand, trust me

isahernaez felicitaciones!! no cabe duda que van a ser los mejores papas para sus pequeños 💙

natalia_leclerc isa, me vas a hacer llorar más 🥹 te extraño, tenemos que encontrarnos pronto isahernaez obvio! dime cuándo y a qué horas y allí estaré! user7 my favorite ex-ferrari wags 😭💔

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charles_leclerc il n'y a personne d'autre au monde avec qui je voudrais devenir parents à part toi (there's no one else in the world who i would rather be parents with)

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maxverstappen1 two photoshoots for a pregnancy announcement seems like a lot

natalia_leclerc just say you're bitter that he picked me and not you. maxverstappen1 never ever natalia_leclerc you're the other woman! maxverstappen1 no, YOU'RE the other woman! aurorabutton pack it up emily, victor, and victoria

danielricciardo congrats!!! can't wait to meet baby leclerc-ruiz

natalia_leclerc have i told you how much i love you mr. honey badger?? charles_leclerc thank you daniel danielricciardo yes, i'll steal more stroopwafels from max natalia_leclerc you're the best mr. ricciardo

liamlawson30 A MINI LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!!!

yukitsunoda0511 you have to stop calling him lightning mcqueen liamlawson30 the day carlos stops being bitter about charles having everything he wanted with natalia is the day i'll stop user8 oh so this is a red bull v sainz family thing liamlawson30 no it's a leclerc-ruiz v sainz thing but we firmly stand on charles and nat's side.

redbullracing brb preparing the red bull baby gear!!

charles_leclerc please don't over do it. redbullracing what do you mean?? it's not like we mass ordered a baby pram?? for every stage of the babies life?? charles_leclerc oh mon dieu

lorenzotl maman hasn't stopped crying since she saw nat's post

bensantos_ruiz oh i don't think dad's gone a day without bursting into tears arthur_leclerc wait, does this mean i'm not the favorite anymore? natalia_leclerc you never were, that was me charles_leclerc that's because you were the only girl and let maman do your hair all the time

pierregalsy wtf does she mean when she says i can't be godfather??

natalia_leclerc i meant what i said gasly charles_leclerc she said she doesn't trust a man who makes 🐶 jokes pierregasly SO YOU PICKED ALEX OVER ME? natalia_leclerc alex is a very responsible man, who sometimes does questionable things but we love him. alex_albon name one time i've done something questionable natalia_leclerc before your appendix surgery you texted me saying i had to be ready in case you didn't make it. alex_albon i've seen greys anatomy.

user8 the stars have really aligned for charles leclerc this year haven't they?

user9 bestie, what do you mean? user8 well, he's championship leader right now, he's married to the love of his life, he's going to be a dad, and he won monaco user10 charles leclerc, what sacrifices did you make to get to this point? user11 carlos' seat at ferrari 💀 ❤ by charles_leclerc user9 this man is messy as fuck and i love that for him

charles leclerc i wasn't going to ask but natalia said i had to, thoughts on going to the eras tour?

ollie bearman-leclerc DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK?! I WANT TO GO!! TAKE ME WITH YOU!!

natalia leclerc i told you they would want to go

pato o'ward-leclerc i am a swiftie first and human second.

oscar piastri-leclerc it's like you hate us or something

logan sargeant-leclerc i just know max wouldn't treat us this way.

charles leclerc fuck you logan, i'm a way better parent than max.

ollie bearman-leclerc i bet max wouldn't forget about p if he was going to the eras tour with kelly

charles leclerc okay, i didn't forget about you guys, but we are going with pierre and kika

pato o'ward-leclerc OH SO YOU FORGET ABOUT US BUT NOT PIERRE AND KIKA?

natalia leclerc in his defense kika and i were the ones who wanted to go and i told him you four would want to go too

oscar piastri-leclerc oh? and what did he say?

charles leclerc i said that you wouldn't want to go

logan sargeant-leclerc IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW US!!

pato o'ward-leclerc DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!!

ollie bearman-leclerc so we're not going to the eras tour??

ollie bearman-leclerc 🙁🙁

charles leclerc i have 4 extra tickets??

ollie bearman-leclerc LET'S FUCKING GO!!! I HOPE I GET THUG SONG AS MY SURPRISE SONG

pato o'ward-leclerc REPUTATION ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

logan sargeant-leclerc DEBUT ANNOUNCEMENT!!

oscar piastri-leclerc lily's going to kill me for going without her

natalia leclerc at least one of you has your priorities straight

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video transcript: "look amore, i learned this last night!" - charles "people have been doing that for ages charles. stop acting so old!" - ollie "yeah charles, this behavior is kinda embarrassing." - oscar "this is why logan and i are the favorites." - pato just so we're clear... the best lunch date 🩷 don't tell the boys by the way, taylor sang wonderland for me. i know because the voices told me (this is a joke. please don't start saying i'm crazy) mi corazón 🥹🥹 the boys are arguing over what we're getting for dinner in the back btw.

HUNGARY 2024

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oscar piastri!! grand prix winner!! a well deserved victory, no matter what anyone says. (that is my son and i will fight anyone who says anything about him)

oscar piastri-leclerc patricio ask rossi when he's going to win a race with mclaren?

pato o'ward-leclerc damn he wins one race and suddenly he's bold ollie bearman-leclerc let him have this. he almost lost it to his teammate

natalia leclerc i'm willing to commit murder if you need me too

charles leclerc please don't. logan sargeant-leclerc no, no, please do. it's the least they deserve. ollie bearman-leclerc i can get someone to light their hospitality on fire again oscar piastri-leclerc please don't.

pato o'ward-leclerc sounds like you guys don't like fun.

charles leclerc no, we just don't want them to end up in prison for attempted murder or arson.

ollie bearman-leclerc fine, we egg zac brown's car and mclaren hospitality.

logan sargeant-leclerc legally we won't get in trouble for that

oscar piastri-leclerc there's literally cameras everywhere on the paddock

natalia leclerc fuck you guys, we want to burn down mclaren for this shit and you won't let us

ollie bearman-leclerc to be fair, she also wanted to light williams on fire after australia and she didn't have an emotional attachment to logan yet.

charles leclerc WRONG!

charles leclerc she's had an emotional attachment to logan since last season. she was always asking about him.

logan sargeant-leclerc aww, she's mother guys

ollie bearman-leclerc that's the worst joke you could've ever fucking made. logan sargeant-leclerc i've made worse jokes and you know it ollie. oscar piastri-leclerc oh ollie, you haven't witnessed how bad his jokes can get

pato o'ward-leclerc i bet mark would let us egg mclaren and zac's car

logan sargeant-leclerc that's literally your boss

pato o'ward-leclerc and i'm just supposed to forget that he paraded the orange donald around the paddock??

natalia leclerc i feel like we moved on too quickly from that as a society

ollie bearman-leclerc the orange donald??

oscar piastri-leclerc oh ollie, sweet innocent naïve ollie logan sargeant-leclerc oh ollie ollie bearman-leclerc i'm so fucking confused charles leclerc i am too, who is this orange donald? natalia leclerc someone get the presentation ready.

SPA 2024

yuki tsunoda i'll bite his fucking ankles

liam lawson i'll take his kneecaps

santiago ruiz why is your first resort always violence??

yuki tsunoda why isn't it yours?

natalia leclerc added 1 person

aurora button i can light his house on fire?

mark webber jesus christ, that's your kid jenson? jenson button yup sure is

max verstappen i'll take him out the next race, trust me.

kimi raïkkönen ???

sebastian vettel don't act dumb now kimi, you're literally the one who sent the threatening email to fred. kimi raïkkönen when the hell did i do that? jenson button earlier this morning? i was literally there with you and seb when you sent it?

pato o'ward-leclerc they're having a threesome

aurora button and somehow i'm the crazy one here daniel ricciardo talk about dream foursome fernando alonso what the hell?

yuki tsunoda and what will the war criminal himself be bringing to the revenge table?

fernando alonso the psychological torture of the sainz family.

natalia leclerc can you marry my dad?

santiago ruiz i'm straight??

fernando alonso to torture the sainz family?? count me in.

mark webber there's no way you're willing to marry someone to fuck with the sainz family. oscar piastri-leclerc hell, i would do it if would fuck with carlos. logan sargeant-leclerc mr. ruiz is a dilf. i would marry tf outta him too. ollie bearman-leclerc i see we're finally admitting that we find mr. ruiz hot max verstappen i had a crush on him too

ben santos-ruiz WHY DO ALL OF YOU FIND MY DAD HOT??

jenson button have you seen your father?? natalia ruiz oh my god not you too kimi raïkkönen sebastian said to say that i agree too max verstappen free kimi from us (but not really we actually need him here)

santiago ruiz i'm flattered but i'm not marrying fernando

fernando alonso consider this, it would make the sainz family livid. santiago ruiz i'll think about it.

yuki tsunoda i can't believe we're doing this for the bit.

daniel ricciardo i mean, i think it would so much funnier if max married him but i doubt kelly would allow that.

aurora button max's old lady is so boring for not letting this happen

max verstappen can we not call my girlfriend old? thanks.

logan sargeant-leclerc so are they getting married over summer break or??

mark webber FERNANDO HAS A GIRLFRIEND?

fernando alonso she understands why i'm doing this.

sebastian vettel this is the best joke we've ever planned

mark webber WHY ARE YOU AGREEING TO THIS?? sebastian vettel because it's fucking hilarious man

oscar piastri-leclerc sounds like someone's mad fernando didn't want to marry him

mark webber die.

ben santos-ruiz god help us all

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natalia_leclerc a week spent with the grid kids + grid dads

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user12 so i max their grid kid or a grid dad??

user13 he's liam's grid dad?? i thought that was universal knowledge??

francesca.cgomes yes, flaunt that fucking baby bump

natalia_leclerc they already think it's fake, might as well flaunt it

jensonbutton when did my daughter become one of your grid kids??

natalia_leclerc somewhere between bullying carlos, defending my honor, and another secret third thing. jensonbutton what's the secret thing? aurorabutton it's a secret dad, that means you can't know jensonbutton i'm your father? aurorabutton yes, and?

user14 so is fernando natalia's grid dad?

user15 he totally is. i've seen him glare at carlos one too many times this season. user14 oh you're so right. i fear carlos made a mistake, he pissed off the entire grid.

alex_albon so am i not your grid kid??

natalia_leclerc you're more like my grid brother alex_albon i'll take it and if the rumors are true, i'll make his life a living hell charles_leclerc i've never been more proud

maxverstappen1 let the world know you crashed my padel date with charles

natalia_leclerc HE ASKED ME TO COME YOU SID THE SLOTH! danielricciardo i remember when he used to be in love with me, now he's obsessed with charles charles_leclerc i took your seat and your man danielricciardo TOO SOON!

olliebearman at what point can i convince you to adopt kimi?

patriciooward i don't need another brother logansargeant the baby on the way is more than enough oscarpiastri this alone convinces me that i was better off with three sisters instead of three brothers.

yukitsunoda0522 petition to have me as your next grid kid?

natalia_leclerc food included? yukitsunoda0522 anything for the pregnant lady natalia_leclerc score, you are so in yuki, welcome to the family user16 yuki took oscar's mum and his grid mum user17 i can't explain it but it's such a yuki thing to do.

sukiwaterhouse can i be the next mother of your children??

charles_leclerc suki, i will run you over redbullracing he's joking. i promise. sukiwaterhouse i've seen you mad, you look like a disgruntled kitten, bring it car-boy charles_leclerc CAR-BOY??

redbullracing boss man (leo) looks so cool here. kimi is alright.

natalia_leclerc this is why i love you admin redbullracing i'm blushing ☺️

olliebearman so about that family vacation?

logansargeant they might need some time away from us ollie patriciooward from you maybe, not from me. oscarpiastri FROM ALL OF US! aurorabutton speak for yourself aussie. i'm clearly the favorite oscarpiastri YOU'RE NOT EVEN IN THE GROUPCHAT! natalia_leclerc dinner after break? olliebearman as long as charles doesn't cook, i'm in. logansargeant deal!

user18 mother, you have to put us out of our misery. is it 1 or 2 baby leclercs??

natalia_leclerc he participates 5 minutes and suddenly i'm stuck carrying 2 of his spawns bensantos_ruiz it's actually your fault because tio pablo and tia patricia are twins. charles_leclerc i told her that but it's still my fault. user19 TWO BABY LECLERCS?!!

user20 oh this is going to make carlos sainz go even more insane. he's going to be plagued by a mini charles and a mini natalia

user21 dare i say it's a reincarnation of ollie and aurora?? who are basically mini charles and mini natalia?? user22 holy shit, you're so right user23 love that we've all decided it's going to be a boy and girl user20 the world needs to humble carlos sainz so of course it's going to be a boy and a girl

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¡leclerc-s speaks! any ideas on who should be the face-claim for natalia's dad because after this week i would just find it absolutely hilarious if it was pedro pascal because the pictures of him and charles just look like charles is enamoured with him. but any other ideas besides pedro?? now, on a serious note, i will forever hate mclaren for tainting oscar's first win, and he also deserved a proper celebration on the podium, so in my delulu land charles and max were on the podium with him. before anyone asks, yes it does hurt to write logan in this story knowing what's coming but there's no way i'm going to write him off after the williams thing.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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could you write the cullen's being jealous??

The Cullens being Jealous

Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this!

Also I mentioned it in my last post but I know not everybody would have seen it because I didn't put as many tags, so I'll say it again.

My requests are open!!!!! Please request, I'm bored :(

Edward:

I feel like he would get jealous pretty easy

Like he can hear everybody's thoughts

He already knows if someone starts expressing interest in you before they can even do anything

But the most he would do in that scenario is maybe keep you a little farther away from that person

You know like moving your seat in class so you're closer to him and farther from them

Walking different ways to class to avoid them

Stuff like that

He wouldn't say anything to you or to them

Now if they act on it?

Completely different story

No matter your gender, physical appearance, race, literally anything, the second you guys start dating everyone knows it

So for someone to know that you guys are dating and still try something?

He is seeing red

It doesn't matter what the other person did

A flirty note, asking you on a date, literally touching your fingers while they hand you something

All of it's the same to Edward

If it wasn't your fault or you weren't reciprocal, it's very likely that you wouldn't even know anything happened

To you, Edward just stepped away for a moment at lunch

But in reality he cornered the poor, stupid person and not-so-nicely told them to never even look at you again or they were gonna be dead

But if he sees something that you did as meaning that you were into it?

The same thing happens to the other person

And he sits down to have a talk with you

Maybe he only heard about what happened and didn't get to read your mind as it was happening

Or maybe he can't read your mind for some reason

Just explain to him that he's the only one for you

And let him read your mind if he can to let him know that you mean it

Overall he's very protective and pretty prone to jealousy

Alice:

I don't really see her as the jealous type

She has that mentality of "they come home with me every night so it doesn't matter what other people do"

Like she's got you already

And she doesn't ever see you cheating

So she's not worried

The only time that she would get jealous is if you show a liking to human nature

AKA anything that she can't give you

If you mention something about someone's hand being so warm or mention having a sleepover with someone she gets a bit jealous

The sad type

It just reminds her that she can't be everything for you

If you're a human it's even worse

She knows that she's cold

She knows she can't sleep

She knows that she'll never be able to enjoy your favorite foods with you

It just hurts to be reminded of it

But she's also not the type to stew in it

She will tell you straight-up if something is bothering her

She won't ask you to never make comments like that ever again

Obviously that's not really something that can be controlled

But she just wants you to know why she's a little more down than usual today

"Oh nothing, I was just reminded that I'm not human"

Please give her so many kisses and tell you that you love her no matter what

Jasper:

I can already tell I'm gonna get carried away

Jasper in my mind 🤝 angst

He gets so jealous

But again it's the sad kind

He's not perfect

He's not human

And he's not good for you

The fact that you agreed to date him at all is still a wonder to him

So he's very sensitive to seeing you with other people at all

He knows that you have friends obviously and that you can't be with him 24/7

But when he sees you and your lab partner laughing and making jokes, when he sees one of your oldest friends leaning way too close, when he finds a note shoved in between your papers, it gets to be too much

It just reminds him of how many better options there are for you

He wouldn't say anything to the person making moves on you

He knows that it would definitely end up in a police report and the Cullens needing to move again

But I feel like he would take some time to talk to you

He would take a while to psych himself up though

Maybe a few practice convos with Alice

And a threat from Rosalie that she is going to take matters into her own hands if he doesn't say anything

He would be very open about what's bothering him

He doesn't like keeping secrets from you

So he would tell you about how he felt seeing the way someone acted with you

The type of emotions they were feeling

And how it was bothering him

He would accept all of your explanations that the person was just a friend, or that you don't feel that way

But I feel like what he would really need is some intense reassurance that you do want to be dating him

And that you love him

Aww so sweet

Rosalie:

Yeah she doesn't get jealous

She's a bad bitch

She's hot

And she knows that you love her

It doesn't matter if some nobody from your highschool starts hitting on you

Because there's no way they have a chance with you

And she knows that

Because guaranteed you are a bad bitch too

The only time that really any reaction would come from her is if somebody physically hits on you and makes you uncomfortable

And it's not jealousy it is full protective rage

Like how dare someone touch her SO and think they can get away with it

A note or two, maybe some longing glances she can get past

But harassing for a date, pressuring you for your number, or even making physical advancements that you are not okay with?

Yeah suddenly they wake up the next day with a broken arm

And she goes full exposé

If they sent you any nudes they are getting leaked to the school

She doesn't play around like that

Fuck around and find out

But she will never be jealous of some losers trying to take what's not theirs

Emmett:

He's also not really one to get jealous

In fact he kinda likes the opportunities

Like if some guy is hitting on you he LOVES being able to sneak up and go

"Babe is this guy bothering you?"

And then the dude just turns around and sees this 6 foot something 300 pounds of pure muscle dude standing there

He loves it

He does get a bit annoyed though

Like if there's one person that keeps sending you notes, asking you on dates, trying to sit next to you in class, he gets frustrated

He offers to beat them up

To get them to leave you alone of course not because it's annoying him

Even if you say not to he's still gonna do it

He's like a 50's gangster waiting in an alleyway for the person to show up

He doesn't physically beat them up

Yet

If the person persists after his "stern talk" their ass gets jumped

And he will always deny it if you ask him

Oh well :)

Esme:

I feel like she might be a bit insecure about being one of the "normal" ones

She doesn't have any special powers

And she didn't have any particularly strong characteristics that manifested themselves when she turned

In her mind she's just a little "blah"

So I feel like she would get jealous easy

But it wouldn't have an opportunity to present itself as much

She wouldn't get jealous over most humans

And since she spends most of her time in the house, she doesn't even get to see you out and about interacting with people all that often

So I feel like the moments in which her jealousy makes itself known would be when other vampires are in the area

Especially if they're vegetarians

And ESPECIALLY if they're gifted

It was her actual waking nightmare when all of the vampires were collected to protect Renesmee

(Not that she really had time to be worrying about that but yk)

The only other time I could see her getting jealous would be if you two were out and about together and someone started hitting on you

And even then she would only tell you about it after the person left

"I can't believe they were flirting with you while I am literally right here" "...are you jealous?" "...no..."

Carlisle:

This is a man who is secure in his relationship

He trusts you completely because he knows that you trust him completely

SO many people flirt with him at the clinic (I don't blame them I would too tbh) (actually no I wouldn't I'm too scared to do that)

He knows that people find him attractive

And he knows that people find you attractive because how could they not

But he has full faith in you

And he is very transparent

He tells you all of his stories from the day when he comes home from work

"This woman came in today with a broken foot, like completely turned around, bone showing and everything. And she still looked at me and asked for my number! And then she passed out..."

He thinks it's funny

Because he would never, not in a million years, even CONSIDER cheating

The only thing would be if you're describing an interaction you had and you don't sound completely put-off by it or if he finds that you kept a note someone gave you that was very clearly flirtatious

He, once again, does not let it stew, though

He directly asks about it

Prying into the details of how you feel about this person and why you talked the way you did/kept the note they gave

I can't imagine anyone cheating on him tho so just tell him the truth that you didn't mean it that way or just forgot to throw the note away

He still fully trusts you tho

Vampire! Bella:

She sort of has the same problem as Esme

In her mind she still thinks of herself as the boring, plain-looking girl who just blended in

She doesn't consider herself to be anything special

So when she sees you talking to someone else, maybe laughing a bit too hard at someone's joke, or even hanging out with someone, she gets super jealous

I am sad to say though that she does immediately jump to conclusions

She gets sad for a bit but then immediately she flies into accusations

Asking you what you were doing with that person, if you want to break up with her, if she's not good enough, if you already cheated on her

It gets a bit exhausting after a while

I feel like this would be a genuine problem

Once she met Edward, she basically left all of her friends

So she has a little bit of a skewed idea of what a relationship is supposed to be like

I mean you can't entirely blame her

Her only other experience with a relationship was complete obsession

So she thinks your relationship should be the same

You just need to tell her that

That most normal people in relationships do actually have friends

She'll get it at some point... maybe

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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Settle For This

Day #22 - AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex Acts, One F-Slur, Abuse of Power (Eddie's Not Mad At It), Brief Reference to Recreational Drug Use (Weed) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Eddie x Gator, Minor Steddie Mention | Tags: Modern AU, Fuck The Police, Literally, Blowjob, Semi-Public Sex, But No Speeding Tickets Here

"Fuck the police," Eddie says, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. The van can't outrun the oversized penis metaphor of a truck behind him, red and blue lights flashing, so he eases to the shoulder. 

"Goddamnit, Eddie, I told you to slow down ten miles ago!" Gareth yells from the back, trying to hide the last of the weed.

Jeff's up front, and Goodie's sprawled out across the middle row, both dead to the world. 

They can't afford a speeding ticket, and definitely not anything more, if the guy's a real dickhead. 

The cop taps on the window, and oh, he's for sure a real dickhead. 

Stupid camo pants, stupid thigh-holster, and douchebag tattoos he definitely picked off a flash wall. This dimwit from the Stark County Sheriff's office is just gonna fuck up Eddie's whole night. Eddie can see it now.

He doesn't even give an opening spiel, just taps his nightstick on the side of the van, "What're you? Some sort of band? 'Spose yous guys are on tour, eh?"

"Yes," Eddie answers, trying not to sound sarcastic. But honestly? Did the logo give it away?

"Well, what kind of music do y'all shitbirds play?" he asks.

Eddie would rather just give his license and registration.

"Heavy metal," Eddie says.

"I like Metallica," the cop says in his thick accent, as if Metallica isn't the most well-known metal band in existence, but Eddie just nods. 

"I'm gonna need you step out of the vehicle," the officer says, and fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fine.

Whatever.

Just get this over with.

He's led to the back of the patrol truck, parked behind the van, lights still flashing, bouncing around in the darkness.

"I'm Officer Tillman, Gator if you're nasty," he says, and Eddie blinks at him. Did he really just say that? 

And Gator? What kind of name is Gator? Makes Goodie sound normal.

"I'm gonna have to give you the once over," he drawls, and then he's frisking Eddie, too rough, too long, and way too interested in what's between Eddie's legs.

"If you want to fuck me, just say so," Eddie snaps, and the hand that was brushing against him clamps down, squeezing his dick.

Eddie wills himself to not get hard. On principle.

"What'd you say to me, faggot?"

"I'm not the one squeezing cock, now am I?" 

Gator lets go, but keeps patting Eddie down.

"I ain't got nothing on me. I'd suggest a cavity search, but I think you'd like that a little too much, wouldn't you?"

"Don't make me handcuff ya."

Eddie grins, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Eddie gets shoved against the tailgate of the truck for his trouble, and a knee slides between his legs, pushing upwards. 

And a hand, big and rough, grabs a fistful of Eddie's hair, pulling. Hard.

His dick is a goddamn traitor, because that does it. He's fucking hard against this asshole's thigh between one breath and the next. 

Fuck it.

Eddie grinds down, and briefly wonders if he's really fucked now. If he's gonna end up in jail, or worse.

But Gator pulls back, and his hand is firm on Eddie's shoulder, pushing him down, down, down to his knees, forcing him into the gravel.

Eddie hates that he isn't mad about this. Hates that he wants it.

Eddie goes.

And Gator is looking down at him, holding some intense eye contact, as he starts unbuckling his belt. Eddie watches and licks his lips. The dick that he pulls out of those camo pants is big, and thick, and Eddie wants nothing more than to put his fucking mouth all over that cock. 

Eddie sticks his tongue out of his mouth a little, an invitation, and Gator steps closer, taking it. Eddie wraps his hand around the thick length, and guides it towards his mouth. Rubbing the tip against his bottom lip, before sliding it all down, nose to pubes, showing off.

Gator groans, and grabs a fistful of Eddie's hair. Eddie doesn't mind that at all, and starts sucking his dick in earnest. Enjoy the stretch, the musk, the sore jaw that comes with the territory.

And when Eddie flicks his eyes up again, Gator is sucking on a goddamn vape. He can't even smoke a cigarette like a real man, apparently, but he definitely thinks he's big and bad. 

Eddie will just have to bring this fucker to his knees, as retribution.

"Fuck me," Gator moans, and boy would Eddie like to do just that. But right along the highway, as deserted as it is, seems unwise.

He'll have to settle for this.

And Eddie bobs his head, wet and hard and intense, as Gator claws at his scalp, pulling his hair, forcing himself deeper. Eddie's sure he thinks he's getting away with something here, but Eddie wants him that deep. 

Wants him to swallow him fucking whole.

"Oh fuck," Gator says, and then lets out a wounded noise as he comes against Eddie's tongue, down his throat. Fucking filling him, still grinding in.

When Eddie finally pulls back, he's sure he looks thoroughly debauched, as he demands, "My turn."

And to Eddie's utter surprise, Gator slips his vape into his pocket, moving to his own knees.

Back in the van, after, Gareth is all up in his business.

"What the fuck? Did you fuck a goddamn cop?" Gareth asks, leaning over between the seats. "I didn't know you were serious when you said fuck the police, Eddie. Fucking hell."

"Didn't get a ticket, did I?" Eddie says, answering without answering. 

"That's like, illegal. You could have him charged. Abuse of power or some shit," Gareth says. 

"Well, that's a thought. But I'm not dissatisfied with the way my night went."

"How? Why?!" Gareth screeches. 

Eddie turns, and grins, "Did he not look like Steve Harrington?"

"No, he didn't look like Steve Harrington. He looked like a fucking douchebag!" Gareth argues, exasperated.

Eddie shrugs. 

He looked a little like Steve Harrington.

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Could you create a headcanon for ‘Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ about what kind of fathers Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey would be? I find this idea fun. :3

Headcanon: Rise!Turtles being dads and sweetest husband to the reader (Separate) (Requested prompt)

A/N: I'm still uncomfortable with the idea of aging up the guys towards "mature content."

However, this idea was really cute. It only made sense for this prompt where the guys are aged up with some reference to their bad end!future selves. I went with around early 30's when the turtle of your choice and the reader are in a committed relationship and currently raising a kid at the moment.

So please have common sense and think before typing some snarky response with 'oh aged up content is bad lol' (Because I will put those ideas on the 'do not write list' if people get too weird about it...)

Raph

You know how he has the habit of that one baby voice with Mayhem. (and a bit of the hey buddy tone towards Mikey or Donnie)

- His kid is never gonna escape from it. (even by the time the kid is a grown up)

He definitely panicked for a bit when his kid (during the energetic toddler phase) enjoyed climbing over a big guy like him.

- So he had to ask Donnie to make a battle shell specifically as a soft cushion. So the spiky shell doesn't accidentally scratch the kid.

Part of him is worried anytime he has to scold his kid. And only when you're around is when he feels okay to do so.

- He definitely does the "Did you ask (Y/N) if you could have another cookie?" sort of question. (Sometimes willing to go along with what his kid wants or following (Y/N) if he got caught spoiling the kid)

You're getting at least one peck on the cheek by the end of the day.

- Or earlier in the day if he accidentally woke you up.

Compared to his younger self who slightly whined about chores, he grew to enjoy it when both of you worked on it together.

- Laundry being one example where you're usually folding clothing fresh from the dryer. And he stacks a pile back into the clean basket/hamper.

His eyesight in the right eye has gotten a bit worse. (not as bad as his bad end counterpart where he needs an eyepatch) But, you often act as his extra set of eyes and call out to any surprise attacks.

- Which earned the title of you two with a tag team couple and he still blushes thinking about it.

Leo

Every few hours before a night patrol, he always checks in to see what his kid is up to and often gives a hug before leaving.

Often gives bedtime stories through retellings of Lou Jitsu's movies or Jupiter Jim's comics.

- Even acting out of some of the scenes before a yawn decides its time to sleep.

Gave one of his spare bandana scarves to his kid.

- Had the biggest grin on his face when the kid realized "Oh hey! We're matching!!!"

Almost similar to the night patrol part, but if you can't make it because of work or some other boring life detour.

- Its a portal away for a light hang out sesh. For both of you to take a breather away from the grown up life.

Late night conversations are just a regular thing between the two of you.

- Especially when he couldn't sleep. By the time he almost dozes off to sleep in your arms, he still playfully teases you that your voice is soothing to him.

When light conversations about the bad end future was brought up during a casual match of video games, he was never used to the idea that he had a prosthetic arm.

- You instantly hugged his right arm, jokingly reassuring him.

"As long as you can crack a joke in the most serious moment. I'll still know that its you Leo."

"Even in a timeline where, me and the guys were raised by Draxum?"

You gave the red slider turtle a 'really?' pout before he hugged you into his lap.

"Nah I'm just kidding, but for real though. Draxum's former henchmen are still goofballs that know their way around the city. I'm pretty sure that Leo could get a couple of one liners and maybe from you as well."

Donnie

Almost went into a frenzy trying to child-proof the lair. (Especially the month before the kid's arrival changed the atmosphere) But eventually settled down.

- Realizing it would have stressed his kid out by any sudden new changes (and a bit of his family and your help explaining the reasoning as well)

Leo's showboating energy transferred to him but, in a way that, the softshell turtle is very grateful. That he has you as a spouse and both of you raising a kid along side his sentient inventions. And will try to bring it up in any conversation.

- The whole wallet photo gag of him showing family pictures. You love this silly turtle but, usually lightly pinch his face if its the wrong time for that.

He lights up whenever his kid goes to him for any sort of question.

- He slightly restrains himself to avoid going overboard with the answer. But, his kid is smart enough to know that and sometimes tells you that he's not being himself again.

Cannot force himself to sleep unless you're beside him. (or if you have to drag him to bed yourself)

- The few times where he woke up while you were still sleeping. He always gives you a light hug and a kiss on the forehead before getting out of bed.

He subtly took interest in one of your hobbies. (Either an ongoing or a new one) Just so he can step away from a tedious project that was going nowhere and not bother you with the boring details about it.

- Sometimes mentioning a fun fact to impress you.

You gave into his idea of letting your kid have a similar weapon like Casey Jr's.

- Only when they reached their 13th birthday and learning the basics of: constructing it and fixing parts along side their dad. How to use it defensively, offensively, and etc.

Mikey

Considering how his future self had some hair on his head, he kept it long so he can do a few matching embarrassing baby photos to his kid.

- Like giving the kid a tiny ponytail and etc. He definitely cried a bit while having his signature grin when the kid pulled too hard on his hair, laughing at one of his jokes. And you had to step in to help him.

He knows how to work around some of his kid's picky eating habits. Usually making sure his kid is having fun or decorating the plate in an artistic manner.

- However, there are times when the kid can hide the veggie or fruit out of plain sight. Or his kid asks his uncles for help when Mikey's focused on some other thing.

Absolutely does that peek-a-boo trick with hiding his face or whole body into his shell.

- He was nervous at first, if the trick might have scared his kid but, no the kid was giggling. Curiously crawling towards him in awe of it.

Will sometimes make meals ahead of time. (often being, if you returned from work, too exhausted to greet him)

- Either leaving a note on a plastic container in the fridge of: [(Y/N)'s breakfast: DO NOT EAT unless you want an surprise session with Dr Delicate Touch </3] (this also applies to lunch as well)

On very rare occasions, he will temporary wear a cloaking brooch. If you're at an area isn't very friendly towards mutants and/or yokai.

- The one time that happened, is when you forgot to bring your lunch at a job that barely lasted a week. (Stuff that was out of your control but, he was relieved that you got out of that place before your coworkers decided to physically fight back at the manager)

Spends at least one day in the week with you to do some light meditative exercises.

- On the really bad days, he doesn't mind letting you hold his hand as a stress ball or just have a quiet moment to relax while his brothers babysit your kid.

[pretendingtoknowhowtowrite]

TITLE: Tight Jeans (You will be mine)

Summary: Dean and you always teased each other but nothing really happened until now... you are alone in a motel room since Sam had to go with Jack somewhere else. You are wearing one of his favourite jeans...things get spicier in an instant as Dean can't take his eyes off of you(r ass).

TW: anal - cursing - smut -let me know if I need to add something

TAGS: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader - 18+ - smut- penetrative sex - anal - fingering - name-calling - bites - just smut tbh, be prepared - DomDean - spanking

Words Count: 2.5 k

I'd love to read your feedbacks, so feel free to say it anonymously or comment this post :)

English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes.

You were walking down the hall of that shitty motel. Dean let you go in front of him with a smirk and a hand gesture, masquerading the fact that he simply wanted to stare at your ass with such a chivalrous act. You chuckled as you could feel his gaze on your body, your lower body to be precise. You knew he did that only to stare; you were wearing those tight jeans he always complimented. <<Your ass is asking to be slapped in those>> he said the first time you wore them.

<<Enjoying the view?>> you asked him while turning your head to see his face. You expected him to look away the moment he realized he had been caught red-handed, like he always did, but not this time. His gaze was fixed on your ass, he was staring at you while licking his lips. You were the one that looked away this time, blood rushed up your cheeks and between your thighs.

Dean and you always teased each other with innuendos and allusions, sometimes Sam would even yell <<get a room you two!">> with a pissed tone. Your chuckles always followed that frequent reproach. But that was all, nothing ever happened. This time... something was different, his innuendos were different. Sam wasn't with you guys because he was with Jack off to...somewhere? To be fair, you weren't listening to him while he was explaining it to you. Why? Because the moment the younger brother said <<you must go alone with Y/N this time>> Dean looked at you, pointed at your body, bit his lower lip, and mouthed the words: "you will be mine".

<<I'm gonna take off those jeans later, you know?>> he snapped you back to reality. <<Yeah, sure Dean>> you replied with a bratty tone while, as a matter of fact, your panties were soaked since the two of you entered the Impala and he started talking to you. Like, c'mon... the moment you got in the car that morning he welcomed you with a smirk and grabbed your inner thigh, moving his hands on it for too long, and then proceeded to whisper good morning in your ear and bite it. He went on like that all day. That was more than what he usually did, and it had been like that since 5 a.m., it was fucking 11 p.m. now. Your body was flustered and aroused; you could only think about that "you will be mine".

The two of you were now standing in front of the motel room, Dean was opening the door while looking into your eyes, <<l mean it, I'm gonna take those off. Maybe even rip them off>> he said with a hushed tone that sent a shiver down your spine. You swallowed your saliva the moment he unlocked the door and the two of you went inside the room. It was shitty, like usual, dirty, like usual, but there was a double bed and just that. <<What is that supposed to mean?>> You said with a hinted smirk while pointing at the bed and looking at Dean's green eyes.

<<Oh baby, you know exactly what it means>> he answered, threw your bags on the floor, and pushed you against the wall. He firmly held your wrists above your head, your lips millimeters away. You stared at each other for a couple of seconds and then he kissed you, a desperate, passionate, deep kiss that made you melt. A moan escaped your mouth... <<that's the first of many more>> he said while smirking. Dean quickly took his and your t-shirt off, kissed you again, and then reached for your neck. He bit it softly, leaving marks on your body. In the meantime, he reached for your bra and took it off, exposing your breast. He stopped kissing your neck and stared at your tits <<Fuck>>, he moaned, <<you're so beautiful Y/N>> he said whimpering. His hands grasped your breast and started folding it, caressing it and then his fingers began pinching your nipples <<Oh...Dean>> a moan of pleasure and his name escaped your mouth again. <<You need to let yourself go baby>> Dean said while looking at you. He pressed his body against yours and got closer to your ear, you could feel his bulge through the fabric of his jeans pressing against your waist. <<I love when you make such lewd noises>> he whispered in your ear and reached for your waist. Then he went down on his knees and pulled down your jeans, but they were tight, and your sweat was making that simple activity hard. He ripped them off, straight away, and exposed your panties. <<Dean, what the f- >> you tried to say since you were pretty much shocked about that, you liked those jeans, but you couldn't finish the sentence as he slid your wet panties off and slightly slapped your wet cunt <<Oh, look at you baby, were you this drenched since when? Since this morning when I rubbed your thighs or ...since this afternoon when I held your waist and smacked your ass?>> Dean interrupted you, still on his knees and looking up into your eyes. <<Come on, stop teasing. You've done it all day long already>> you answered with a flustered tone. <<mmmh>> he added, and started rubbing your clit <<Should I?... No, I don't think so baby>>. You started moaning loudly now, his thick and experienced fingers were rubbing, circumnavigating, pinching, and stroking your clit faster and faster. You started trembling on his hand <<Good girl>> he said and stood up again. He lifted you up and put your naked body on his right shoulder, you were basically hanging on him, your ass near his face. <<Mmmh, I like the view >> he said while staring at your asscheeks and proceeded to smack you hard, leaving his handprint on you. <<Fuuuck>> a moan and a squeal left your throat as you felt his big hand slapping you. You loved that, you adored that roughness, <<do it again>> you whispered, without thinking. Dean spread your asscheeks apart and then smacked your ass again with a big grin on his face <<That's my girl> he said while doing it. You were so fucking aroused by it and juices started dripping down your thighs. Dean laid you on the bed and started unbuttoning his jeans, his big bulge wasn't making it an easy task, his boxers got caught in the middle, so the moment he took his pants off he was completely naked. He got closer to you and whispered <<turn around for me babygirl>> and fuck, you did it without thinking twice <<Atta girl!>> he grinned and started moving his hands on your hips and on your butt, folding it, spreading it and looking at your dripping cunt and tight asshole.

<<Please Dean>> you moaned. Your hips couldn't stay still, your pussy was dripping wet, and your body was asking to be fucked. <<Don't be so greedy baby>> he said and shoved two digits inside you, immediately searching for your g-spot. The moment your walls tightened around his fingers he understood he found it and pushed another digit inside, he started to move faster and harder. <<Fuuuck>> you moaned and started twitching and moving your hips even faster, cumming on his hand <<Please Dean>>, you said and turned your head a bit to look at his face <<Fuck me, please>>. Dean smirked, looked at your red face, and bit his lips,<<Okay baby, only cause you're asking it so nicely, but...>> then got closer to your ear again, pressing his hard dick against your back<<But after I made you cum again I'm gonna shove my dick up your ass, is that okay babygirl?>> he said with a hushed tone that sent multiple shivers down your spine. <<You can put it wherever you want Dean>> you said while looking at him. <<Good girl>> he replied, pushing his thumb up your ass. It was painful at first but then Dean rubbed his dick against your pussy and pushed it in slowly, the pain was gone, and you were filled with pleasure. He lifted your butt a bit and started moving inside of you with his cock, in and out, slower at first and then always deeper, faster. He was moaning so loudly and holding your waist with one hand while fingering your ass with the other. <<You're so tight around my cock Y/N>> he said, while moaning your name. You were really tight because you couldn't stop twitching around him, you could feel your juices dripping and Dean's heavy breath was driving you crazy. You started moaning his name louder and he laid his sweaty body against yours, letting go of your waist and ass for a bit <<Oh fuck, I love it when you say my name like that Y/N, don't stop>> he said. You started screaming his name and his thrusts were faster and harder, reaching deep into your womb. He slid his hand on your hips and reached for your clit again, he started stroking it like mad and you couldn't help but to start shaking and trembling around his cock. <<You're doing so good for me Y/N>> he whispered in your ear and started kissing your back while fucking you. That was your last straw, you gripped the bedsheets and started shaking so much around his cock, you cummed and couldn't stop moving, every thrust was pure bliss. <<Such a nice view>> he grinned; you could feel his smirk on your back.

He started decreasing his pace and added <<you know what that means, right? I'm gonna fuck that pretty ass of yours now>> he spat on his fingers and pushed 2 of them inside your asshole. A moan of pleasure and pain left your body. He started stretching it and moving his fingers in and out while moving his hips, not letting you go. <<M-more>> you moaned and spread your asscheeks for him. <<Fuck Y/N, you're a dream>> he moaned and shoved another digit up your ass and spanked it. You yelled his name in pain but fuck... you really wanted him and just started moving your hips again. <<Look at you, so greedy for my big cock>> he said and pulled it out of your twitching cunt. He slammed and rubbed it in the middle of your asscheeks, and then pushed the tip inside your ass <<Tell me if I need to stop baby>> he said between one moan and another. He was so fucking big inside your tight ass but he gave you time to adjust around his width and after some seconds you told him << Put it in, slowly Dean>>, he did so, he slowly pushed his dick inside your ass and when all his length was in he moaned and said <<I wanted to do this for so fucking long Y/N, you have no idea>>. You were holding your breath as his dick was twitching inside of you, but those words made you melt and relaxed your body, that hint of pain was now completely gone and so you started moving your ass to let Dean know that you wanted him just as badly as he did <<Me too Dean>> you replied while moaning. As you started moving around his dick Dean lost it and started moving faster and deeper, he pressed his body against yours again and started folding your breast while fucking you hard. Your moans filled the room, you could feel Dean's cock growing bigger with each thrust and wanted that moment to last forever. Dean started pinching your nipples but one of his hands went down and started fingering your pussy again, you didn't expect that and the moment he found your g-spot again you started screaming, twitching, begging him to fuck you more while cumming on his hand <<Oh baby, you're so hot, and you're all mine>> he said whimpering. The orgasm made all your body tighten up and so did your ass, Dean lost it and filled your ass with his hot cum, driving the both of you crazy with pleasure.

Dean let go of your body and pulled out, your ass dripping with his hot cum <<Fuuck>> he said while looking at your butt <<you're so fucking beautiful Y/N, you don't realize what you do to me>>. You turned around and looked at his face, Dean was covering his flustered face with one hand. You smiled and he kissed you again, another deep and passionate kiss, then he laid down next to you.

Some seconds passed... <<That was so good>> Dean and you simultaneously said. You looked at each other and burst out laughing.

<<Why the fuck did you rip my jeans off Dean?>> you said with a joking tone <<The fuck am I gonna wear tomorrow? yours?!?>>. Dean looked at you silently and laughed again, rolled over, and said <<I didn't like how other men would stare at you, okay? ...And I got carried away>>. You giggled and hugged him, the fact that he was the little spoon was hilarious. <<I forgive you Dean>> you said, with a bratty tone that made him turn over your face. <<You naughty little brat. You really think you are the one in charge, uh?>> he said with a teasing look on his face and stared at your face <<well... maybe you are>> he added and kissed your forehead <<but the important thing is that you're mine>>.

You blushed and curled up in his body. <<I love you>> he quickly said, whispering in your ear. You opened your eyes and looked up at him and answered <<I love you too, Dean>>. You stayed there, lying in bed for a bit and then you went to quickly wash in the bathroom. When you got out Dean was waiting for you on the bed, his gaze locked on your body again <<Don't you dare wear something tonight>> he said in his husky voice. You chuckled and replied <<No Sir>>, ran towards the bed and quickly went under the blanket. Dean hugged you and the both of you fell asleep, he was sleeping on his stomach, facing you and holding you with one arm, never letting go. He looked so peaceful sleeping.

-

Rays of light seeped through the window, and you rubbed your eyes open only to see that Dean was already awake, lying next to you. You smiled and he said <<Morning sweetheart>> with his morning voice and a smirk on his face. Oh, that hoarse voice was too much to handle ... you covered your embarrassed face with both of your hands and replied <<Good morning>>. Dean giggled and kissed your forehead.

You smiled and looked at the ceiling. <<Dean>> you said <<you must go buy me some pants>>.

Both of you burst out laughing and he replied <<Of course baby>>. That was the first of the many hunts you did without Sam .. or anyone else in general.

[tinytalkingtina]

Not a "Big Deal"

Written for the @strangerthingswritersguild kinktober day 21 prompt "ride" Rating: E (18+ only please) | ~1.3k words | Ao3 link

A sequel to Not Your "Cute Little Button" from day 10 (either can be read as a standalone though, just wanted to give these two a chance to let Eddie top in the micropenis AU <3)

Tags: Steve/Eddie, Eddie has a micropenis, mutual insecurities, blow job, fluff/smut/comfort, anal sex, Top Eddie/Bottom Steve, Steve's oral fixation continues to be happily fulfilled, modern AU, bisexual Eddie and Steve (it's not brought up in this one but I want it to be known lol), no feminization, the boys fall hard for one another

Many thanks to steddiecameraroll-graphics for the divider!

Eddie stared at the box of condoms, half expecting it to explode at any moment. The packaging claimed they were good for a “snug fit.” As if that would preserve his dignity for being too small to buy normal sizes. Belatedly, he realized Steve had continued talking after he had walked in and slapped the incriminating object onto the counter like it was nothing:

“I figured the kind I usually use probably wouldn't fit on you so uh, I got these? The lady at the store said they'd work fine unless you were super thick.” Of course Steve would have no problem asking someone what to buy for a tiny dick.

“You…you really want me on top?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded eagerly.

“Are you sure? It's okay if you don’t, it might not feel super good if I can't reach your prostate and you should feel good, it takes two to tango after all, right? Not that I'm saying I don't want to, because holy shit, you have a ‘well-turned ass’ as a French peasant would say, or maybe they wouldn't say that because it's too lustful and the Church of course—”

“Hey,” Steve interrupted his ramblings before he could launch into a wildly off-topic tangent about medieval Catholic guilt. “Weren't you just saying last week that the rim is a, what's the word, erroneous zone?"

“Erogenous,” Eddie wheezed, his face bright red.

Steve snapped his fingers.

“Oh yeah that's it, erogenous! When you do that thing with your tongue I see fucking stars man, so why wouldn't your dick feel the same? Don’t think we’re gonna have a problem though. Your fingers are shorter, and they've definitely managed to reach my prostate. If the play ends up not working then we'll regroup and try out another one, yeah? Change up the position.”

Eddie squinted at his boyfriend.

“Are you trying to give me a pep talk like this is the championship ball game and I'm the next guy up at bat to make free throws?”

“First of all, you know they’re called home runs, you came to two games when my kids made the playoffs, and second of all I don't know what you're talking about,” Steve said, like a lying liar. "It's working on you though, isn't it?"

“…A little.”

“Good.” Steve gave him a confident smirk, and G-d, Eddie had never been more attracted to the man. “Get undressed already so I can blow you first. Want you to last if I'm gonna ride.”

He eagerly followed him to the bedroom, leaving shed clothes in their wake without a second thought. Two months of dating and Steve lavishing compliments on him any chance he got meant that Eddie's instinctive self-consciousness about someone seeing him nude was finally giving up the ghost.

After one enthusiastic blow job—holy shit did his boyfriend love having something in his mouth when there was no risk of gagging—Eddie was rather proud of the valiantly quick rally on the part of his dick, eager to get to the main event of the afternoon. 

Steve pushed him onto his back against the pillows. Impatiently, he rolled the condom down and slathered on some lube before straddling Eddie’s legs. They both moaned as Steve slowly lowered himself, relaxing quickly.

A whispered “fuck!” escaped his mouth as he bottomed out and without pause began to frantically bounce straight up and down.

“Feels okay sweetheart?” Eddie had to check, even if another part of him continued to thrust in time to match Steve’s movements.

“Yes. See, I ohhh, told you so,” he said breathlessly, giggling when Eddie stuck out his tongue in retaliation. Steve was so beautiful like this, lit up in gold by the setting sun, chasing his pleasure with abandon.

As his boyfriend rode him ever faster, Eddie had to concentrate on not coming for a second time so soon. He grabbed Steve’s hips when he finally lost his balance and collapsed onto his chest, stomach muscles trembling from the effort of keeping himself upright for so long.

The movement was too much though, and Eddie felt himself slip out enough for Steve to whine in protest.

“Shit, lost it,” he said, desperately trying to find his prostate again from this angle, but it was no use like this. The bitter voice at the back of his head got louder and more insistent the longer he took. Steve was going to leave him now, he couldn’t satisfy him. He’d be nice about it probably, let him pick up the things he’d left in his apartment but—

“Eddie?” A hand to his face shook him out of the spiral. “Do you wanna stop?” Steve’s thumb brushed his cheek and came back wet.

“N-no but I’m so s-sorry, I can’t make you feel good.” Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and stilled his hips. “I can blow you or eat you out, whatever you want, just let me get rid of the condom and—.”

He let out a yelp when Steve suddenly flipped them over without pulling off, and locked his legs behind Eddie’s back.

“If you don’t want to stop, can you tell your brain to shut up? Told you we might just need to change the position.” He huffed out. “Come on, what I want is for your abs to get a workout instead of mine now.”

It took a few seconds for Eddie to process what Steve had said. But another bitchy demand had him get with the program. He hitched Steve’s legs higher over his shoulders before grinding down. Better able to move like this, it wasn’t long before:

“Yes, there, right there, please don’t stop!” Steve writhed underneath him, openly moaning as his hand drifted closer to his dick, where it slapped against his stomach with every thrust.

“There you go,” Eddie panted. “So gorgeous, so good for me.”

Steve moaned louder and looked up at him with pleading eyes. His lips, still slightly puffy from the earlier blow job were so inviting. Eddie gave into his impulses and stuck a couple fingers into Steve’s mouth. His boyfriend sucked them down and hummed happily. The sight had Eddie careening straight towards an orgasm. He just barely managed to hold it off while babbling:

“There you go, just needed to be filled up on both ends huh?” Steve frantically nodded. “That’s good sweetheart, take what you need, you’re so tight around me holy shit.”

It didn’t take much more encouragement for Steve to finally stiffen and come. Squeezed from all sides, Eddie pretty soon followed him over the edge.

Later, after they’d wiped themselves off and changed into clean clothes, Steve curled up in his arms like a giant contented house cat. Eddie considered letting three words slip from his lips, ones that he hadn’t quite worked up the guts to let out just yet.

“Thank you,” he settled for instead. “You’re kind of a mensch when it comes to dealing with my shit, you know that right?”

Steve didn’t open his eyes, just nuzzled further into his neck as he snorted. “I’ve dealt with worse shit than yours. ‘sides, it’s worth it, you make me happy. I'm gonna start yelling at your brain to fuck off with the bullying,” he continued. “Not too good to fight it to get the point across for someone I lo-like. Someone I like a lot.”

Steve heartbeat plucked out a staccato rhythm against his chest from his slip-up.

Eddie placed a kiss on his forehead and held him tighter, hoping it conveyed the intended meaning. Someday soon, he’d find the courage. 

Because Steve was worth it too.

Author's Notes, aka some irrelevant G-rated world building for this AU: -Steve is an activity coordinator at the local YMCA and coaches Little League. His team didn't win the playoffs that year, but they were very excited to be there! -Eddie is a session musician. Wayne has a display of the albums he's appeared on in his trailer, right under the mug collection.

[suratan-zir]

What's the lore on your rats?

That's a fun question. I'm afraid it's hard to think of a fun answer when my brain is literally baking inside my skull.

I currently have only three rats, and I already posted extensive stories about two of them.

can't make good photos because they're all sleeping

Skritch

Here's the tag of Skritch's story I named him after the pet skeever from Skyrim creation club.

I'll try to summarize. I saw him on a Ukrainian analogue of Craigslist.

As you can see, he was living in horrible conditions. So I traveled to a nearby city to pick him up. He was good on the way home, licking my hand and behaving completely normally. Then as soon as we got home and I sat down with him, he attacked me. He kept attacking me randomly, biting everything he could, not only my hands, but my knees, arms, etc. I was covered in bruises and bite marks.

We quickly got him neutered, but it didn't help. It helped with the dominance aspect of his aggression, but he kept on biting. When I thought he wouldn't bite me anymore and we're friends, he would randomly start biting again. All it took was time and dedication. The more time I spent with him, the less aggressive he'd become.

In all my life having rats, I had never experienced anything like it. And he was equally aggressive towards the other rats too. When he got used to me, I tried introducing him to others. They were very calm and never aggressive to him, not even a tiny bit. But the first time he saw my late rat Tsapa, he just snapped and kept on biting until I could untangle the ball of rats, sacrificing my fingers. Even after I was able to get Skritch integrated into the group, Tsapa never forgave him, and I think never fully trusted him again.

But Skritch is a normal rat now. He would sometimes try to warn-bite my husband, and he would definitely bite a stranger's hand if offered, but with me, he's like a plushie toy. He is a very trusting and chill guy.

He is also my heart rat, like Bambook once was (the guy from my icon), so it's gonna hurt like hell...

Skritch is currently ~1 year and 3 months old.

Skritch loves crunchy snacks, playing in the water, pulling other rats by their ears and when I massage him in a very specific way that completely deactivated him.

Syrnyk's tag

he looks splotchy because he molts into his adult coat

He's named after a Ukrainian dessert – cheese pancakes.

I got him at our local small pet store. He had been living there all alone since February, and I got him at the end of May. His living conditions were slightly better than Skritch's, but not by much. He was very sick, struggling to breathe. He wasn't used to hands at all but wasn't aggressive either. He quickly bounced back from pneumonia after receiving proper treatment.

I was afraid it would be very difficult to introduce him to Skritch, but they hit it off remarkably well. After Skritch took a little bite from his face, that is. They became best buddies almost in a day and now spend their time wrestling, running together and causing havoc like the two doofuses they are.

Syrnyk isn't afraid of hands like he used to be, but a sensitive period of his development was missed. He isn't too affectionate, and when you pet him, he kind of freezes - not terrified, but rather submitting. So he doesn't really understand the concept of cuddling yet.

He and Skritch have one thing in common - they're both meanies. Well, not really, but Syrnyk is now at the age where he's hormonal, so he picks on poor old Baton.

Syrnyk is currently about 5-6 months old.

Syrnyk loves sleeping on hard surfaces and jumping at midnight when everyone's asleep.

Baton

He is named after a chocolate candy bar.

Baton is the oldest of the three and has no history of hardships. He and his four buddies were the first (and the last) rats I got from a "proper" breeder, or so I thought at the time. The breeder seemed like they really cared about the rats, and I saw no red flags.

I prefer to either take in rats who are being rehomed, get rats from oops litters, or from shitty pet stores. And before you say "but you encourage backyard breeding and animal abuse by buying from pet stores," I'll try to explain. These stores here in Ukraine sell rats for like three US dollars. They're making money not on pets themselves, but on the stuff you buy from them for your pet, such as a horrible tiny cage, accessories, food, etc. I don't buy any of this stuff from them, I already have everything, and rat food I order online. So I don't feel too bad about doing it, but it's not the ideal option, of course.

The only reason I decided to go for "premium" (lol) rats was because I was hoping for longer life and fewer health issues. Boy was I wrong. I got five boys of approximately the same age, which was already a bad enough idea. Two brothers, Cactus and Krobus, two other brothers, Plyama and Tsapa, and Baton, who had no biological sibling with him.

As soon as the boys were delivered to me, the breeder ghosted us completely. I only wanted to specify Baton's date of birth because I knew it for the other four rats. No response whatsoever.

In all my years, I've never had a group of rats that were so unfortunate. They were all very sweet, and my heart breaks for them, but there was nothing I could do. Three of them passed away before even turning two (and Cactus was put to sleep the day after turning two), and they had issues that aren't even that common. Like the spinal tumor Plyama had - I didn't even know that was a thing before. Krobus passed from unknown causes, and not a single vet knew what was wrong with him. Cactus and Tsapa had brain tumors, which unfortunately are quite common, but it was still too early for them...

That's an unusually grim statistic. Even though rats on average live 2-3 years, with females tending to live a bit longer than males, this situation is quite unusual. Typically, if I have a group of 4-5 rats of the same age, there would rarely be maybe one who doesn't make it to two years old, but not more than that. Most live to 2.3 - 2.5. So it's really bad.

Anyway, Baton is still here. He used to be a very reserved rat, skittish, not one for cuddles, but now that he's older, he is extremely cuddly and full of kisses. He tries to lick me to death every time I hang out with him. I think it's not only due to age but also because he lost all his friends, and Syrnyk is mean to him, so he seeks consolation from me. This often happens when there is only one old rat left and the rest of the mischief (that's what a group of rats is called) is younger - they often bully the elderly one, making him much more people-oriented.

Baton loves fruits and berries, scratches behind the ears, and has an unusually long and stretchy body.

I'm sorry this response didn't turn out to be fun and interesting, or if I misunderstood your question completely. I don't even know who's going to read through all of this.

[neko-naruto]

confused and annoyed (it's all i find i think about)

summary: they may be unversed in the ways of romance, but they're sure as hell trying

tags: fluff, love confessions, they r dumbasses, shadow watches naruto

authors note: i blame the reinvigoration of my longtime sonic interest on @ohposhers go look at his art, it fucks severely. n e ways, title from a chemlab song, hope ya'll enjoy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57788908

"You like him," Rouge sing songed as she trailed Shadow through the halls.

"Shut up," Shadow answered with, ears flattening to his head as he spoke.

Rouge just laughed to herself, "Alright, I can leave you be."

Shadow waved her off, "Yeah, sure, go ahead."

"Oh? I've really hit a pressure point this time." There's almost a cackle in the way Rouge laughs, a threat on her saccharine smirk.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah huh."

She's off before Shadow can swivel around to stop her from leaving, unable to swear her to silence on the matter. Sure, he knows that their trust runs too deep for her to just gossip the topic without any finesse. But something in the pit of his stomach says otherwise.

She's so gonna snitch on him for having a dumb heart, isn't she?

-/-/-/-

"No? Really?" Sonic asked eagerly, leaning in to be closer to his friend.

Knuckles gave a huff, "What about it?"

"Him though? Of all Mobians?" Sonic doubled down with.

"Like you're any better."

Sonic shrugged, "I can't give you any advice if you want Shadow thee Hedgehog, Ultimate Lifeform, mega full of himself-"

"He's not though," Knuckles said, just quiet enough that Sonic would barely hear, "Once you get to know him he's pretty nice."

Sonic's ears flicked back as Knuckles spoke, "Ohhhh, so you're really close with him. I see how it is."

"Get your head out of the gutter, Sonic!" Knuckles snapped back, red painting his muzzle at the notions.

"Sure thang, Knux! But really though, I gotta skedaddle," Sonic said.

"Don't you dare tell anyone!"

Sonic's already darting off at a considerably slower pace than usual as Knuckles speaks, to make sure he hears maybe. Knuckles doesn't bother chasing after him, he's too fast to effectively catch up in time before he's off on a mission or chatting with someone else. He better not fucking gossip about this with anyone else.

Would he…?

Knuckles shakes the thought from his head and grabs a new focus; find Tails for a ride back up to Angel Island.

-/-/-/-

Shadow doesn't sleep that night.

Instead he ruminates.

He watches his dumb ninja anime that Tails said he'd probably enjoy, something about losing everything they love for vengeance and struggling to be seen as more than a monster. He'd made it in about, oh, thirty episodes? Around thirty episodes before he started feeling feels about it.

Naw man he fucking gets it. He'll have to ask the kid for more recommendations.

He heads out to the kitchenette to grab some more snacks because he ran out and he's thirsty. He finds Rouge leaned on the counter sipping a cup of coffee, decaf he presumes, she raises a brow as she stares at him.

"Hi, Rouge," Shadow begins as he reaches for a cupboard to grab a packet of microwave popcorn.

"Turn down your tv, if I have to hear that 'of the sand' guy screech one more time I'm gonna lose my mind," Rouge said bluntly.

Shadow cringes a bit at being caught up so late watching anime. He flicks on the tap to get some water, "Sorry."

"I thought you'd be up blasting your favorite emo bands if I'm being real."

"They're not emo-"

"I know, I'm just fuckin' with ya. I didn't expect you to be over it so soon though."

"Over what?"

"Me making off like I was gonna gossip about your big fat crush on Knuckles."

"You did, didn't you?" Shadow just sighed, word would come out sooner, and it's too late in the night to effectively track them down. Also, he wants to get back to watching his show.

"Uh, no? Nobody was bartering me any gems for the intel," Rouge answered with, "C'mon, how much of a bitch do you take me for?"

Shadow shrugged.

"I did get something for you though."

"You did?"

"Ice cream."

"Ice cream…?"

Rouge placed down her mug to swing open the freezer, "Yep! Wasn't sure how broody you'd be, it's your favourite flavour- Tiger Tail."

"Thanks," Shadow said quietly, sliding his popcorn into the microwave.

"I got you one other thing too," Rouge said, there's that sly grin on her face.

Shadow raises a cautious brow, "What did you get…?"

"A bunch of grapes! They're Knuckles favourite, hand 'em over when you confess!"

"Confess? I just realized it was a crush, Rouge."

"Oh I know, but it's good to have a plan!"

-/-/-/-

Knuckles spends the following days not exactly terraforming his island, but definitely doing some terrain work. Mostly punching trees, invasive species he'd imagine. But really, he just needs to blow off some steam.

Is steam the right word?

He's just working through the motions.

Chaos, why is everything so hard to make sense of? Is it love? Is it friendship? Or does he just really adore Shadow, because who wouldn't? He's so cool, he can't blame himself for feeling so messed up over all of this.

But he does.

His paws hurt when he watches the wood of a pine tree splinter and crumble under the force behind each movement. Swift and forceful. Each time he launches his fist at the wood he wonders how long it'll take before he starts to tear away like that. Just fall apart and collapse like it's doing right now.

With a loud crash it hits the dirt and he's panting as he falls back onto the dirt, staring up at the clouds.

He needs to head back to the emerald.

-/-/-/-

Shadow is waiting for him, just sitting against the stand that the gemstone is propped on. Knuckles sits down near him, not quite next to him, but close enough to count.

Neither of them speak for a long time.

Neither of them want to speak- the silence is like a second home.

Eventually Shadow 'breaks' the silence, shatters the stillness, he holds out a hand. Not a lot, not actively reaching for Knuckles. But his paw rests at the mid point between the both of them, palm down on the pseudo-concrete.

Knuckles doesn't move right away, didn't expect either of them to move. He expected this to be another sit down on the island and stare at the sky for hours before Shadow wordlessly leaves kind of thing. He still tentatively reaches out to meet Shadow's paw with his own.

Again, the stillness stagnates like that of a pond. Beautiful things can propagate in stillness and quiet, Knuckles doubts this'll be an example in the same way the lotus flower is an example.

He doesn't speak, neither does Shadow.

He's more focused on the contact, paw to paw. Covered by a glove, but still sparking like electric currents.

Clouds drift, the sun starts to fade. It's nice. It's quiet and tense and tender all at once but it's nice. Usually contact this close comes with sparring, which is another type of contact that they both enjoy.

"I like this," Shadow said, voice quiet. Somewhat out of fear that he'd ruin the moment if he spoke too loud.

Knuckles nodded, "Yeah."

"This whole love confession thing is dumb as balls," Shadow said bluntly, snatching away his hand only to hold his head in both with a groan.

"I couldn't agree more," Knuckles answered with.

"Can we just say that we both mutually like each other and call it a day? I don't have the capacity or experience to take you on a nice dinner date."

"Sounds good to me."

"Okay, okay great- that actually wasn't too bad."

"Speak for yourself, I was dying."

"Agreed."

"So, now that it's out in the open, wanna go spar?"

"Oh hell yeah."

[yuttikkele]

ok so I saw that anon giving very persuasive reasons to be a zukaang shipper, and I like was writing a bunch of tags on the reblog so I just decided to make my own post 😭😭 it was way too many tags. I have a lot to say about zukaang guys.

Everything’s under the cut, but this gets very chatty very ramble-y fair warning.

anyways the part I was mostly talking about was how zukaang has a lot of what mainline ships have to offer. but like, more. and like no offense to the ships mentioned, I think they’re cool banger ships! I'm just biased towards zukaang. ofc I'm gonna think it has everything those ships have to offer and more.

though I do like these ships, there might be a little negativity towards them in this post, but I assure you, I do not mean it in any mean-spirited way.

zkka for example. I liked it a lot at first, but then I got into zukaang, and, it's just no comparison. zkka is still amazing tho it's a really silly and heartwarming ship, and sokka deserves a popular gay ship as a treat. I like them 💙❤️

but text wise?? zkka went on a two part prisonbreaking journey. zukaang spent the whole show revolving around each other with multiple key episodes exploring their dynamic. zkka can't compete with that.

and sorry to bring ztara and ktng into this as well but I gotta.

Listen, ktng is great. I think they’re really cute! Though there’s tons of discourse about which ship should’ve been canon, I think the creators made the right choice making this one canon (it was set up from the beginning, and I do think it’s the more popular ship. I think they would’ve gotten MORE backlash had they not made it canon). BUT, they’re literally middle schoolers. Of course they DO end up together, but the chances of that actually happening are off the walls! They only stayed together because of bryke, fan popularity, and what the show ended on (it would be really awkward if it ended with them getting together, and then bryke saying they broke up later. I get that. I don’t think they made a bad decision there). It’s just a liiiiiiiittle unrealistic (and I don’t wanna hear nothin bout “this is a fantasy world everything’s unrealistic.” You know what I mean go smart off somewhere else). Zuko and Aang, on the other hand, are bound by fate. They’re best friends, and they stay best friends for like, ever. Platonic soulmates, ying yang, does that not ring a bell? They’re not separating, it’s in the code. Though Katara and Aang don’t break up, I still think, realistically, it’s possible that they’d last a couple years then grow apart. Meanwhile, Aang and Zuko get closer and closer and then boom: just as much gay tension as roku and sozin. But not doomed this time.

ztara I can’t see happening based on the text. they have a lot of sweet moments from them talking about their respective moms' death (kinda sorta death) to like zuko accompanying her for "revenge" (not really revenge) to katara fighting azula with zuko. and their dynamics are cute like rivals to lovers and stuff. but, I just can’t see it. Plus, zukaang has that.

zuko’s mom was taken away from him, and aang’s father figure was threatened to be taken away from him. but it doesn’t stop there. no, shortly after these events, zuko was banished from his nation while aang fled from his. (MIRRORING CHECK DO I GET A MIRRORING CHECK???) zuko might’ve gone with katara to tie up loose ends of her past, but zuko went with aang to learn from the past for the future. and not to mention, on that journey, zuko and aang met mirroring red and blue dragons that formed a heart around them then proceeded to shroud them in rainbow flames while they learned firebending from the first firebenders not unlike oma and shu who were lovers from opposing sides of a war. (DO I HEAR SYMBOLISM AND STORY COMPARISON???) and zuko? he said “it’s my destiny for me to help the avatar.” and he DID. Yeah fighting azula was a culminating moment of his character arc and was imperative to taking down the imperial fire nation, but do you think zuko would just go attack his sister if she wasn’t a threat to Aang and peace? No, he would not. And you may be saying “uh yeah you said ‘and peace,’ zuko’s doing this because he believes it’s the right thing, and to take down his corrupt family, and for peace, not Aang.” BUT DO YOU SEE IT. AANG AND PEACE ARE LIKE SYNONYMS TO ZUKO. THEY COINCIDE. THEY’RE THE SAME THING. And in that Azula fight Zuko was given a MIRRORING scar with Aang. Aang’s back scar and his chest scar. (DO I HEAR DEVOTION???)

also headcanon-wise, I just really think Zuko is gay, so the ztara thing also kinda falls apart at that for me. Zuko just doesn’t?? Treat women very well??? Sorry, it IS kinda true tho. For so much of his life being spent with his main friends being only girls, he does not treat the women he dates very well. He actually treats Katara the best out of the girls he interacted with in my opinion even though he totally crushed her trust first try. (Some ships are about to get stray shots here while I explain this so sorry 🙏🙏)

Alright now here’s Zuko just not being the best with girls in general with romantic and platonic relationships. Not saying he hasn’t had his good moments, but, if I knew him irl I’d be trashing him for how he treats girls. Him and Mai always had continual problems on both ends. Zuko never really seemed interested in her genuinely, but on top of me just not really feeling the chemistry, Zuko was unhealthily distrusting and jealous of her like an object, he broke up with her through a note, and she risked her life for him and he didn’t even think about busting her out of jail. he really didn’t think about Mai much at all when he was with team avatar, and when he did, it was usually with weariness. he never really seemed upset that he was away from her. Now there was the “that’s rough buddy” conversation, but that’s when Zuko said “oh yeah leaving the Fire Nation was EASY” to which Sokka brought up leaving behind loved ones and Zuko went “Oh yeah, I had a girlfriend. Bummer I had to leave her to go FOLLOW THE AVATAR. AGAIN.” I was never convinced either of them actually liked each other romantically. The best thing I can say about their relationship is that Mai didn’t want Zuko to die, and the hardest part about Zuko’s easy decision to leave the fire nation was leaving Mai. For Katara, obviously, he severed things with her pretty early on, but was able to regain her trust so kudos to him. I guess he and Suki’s minimal interactions were positive I don’t really remember them sorry. Zuko DIABOLICALLY denied Toph her field trip. And Jin from Ba Sing Sei. j1nko is actually the Zuko het ship I like the most and that’s just cause I think they’re cute, and also this is like one of the times Zuko does something romantic that the girl actually likes. And he just never saw her again. Like I understand he was in a bit of a complex situation, but he could’ve gone to visit her or give condolences once everything settled down?? imagine you go on a date with this guy and the next day he’s ghosted you so hard he’s not even in the same city anymore? Jin was probably so heartbroken and then she sees HE’S THE FIRE LORD?? Nah I’d be so mad. Zuko has issues with girls. Men tho? I don’t see this problem arising. He just really reads as a gay dude to me.

Switching topics abruptly here, angsty zukaang has its place, but me personally, zukaang is not one of my angsty ships 😭😭 they worked so hard to be together y’all let them have it. There’s multiple solutions to the kid problem in my opinion, some more ideal than others but yknow. they could find out they loved each other after they already had kids and got a divorce? They could get surrogate mothers? They could say “screw you” to having to have bio kids and just adopt (and probably not announce it publicly cause how would the people know? Just keep them believing.). My personal favorite, they could avatar magic it and bring in some storks ectobiology and poof! magic bio baby they’re both blood related to. Hey, crazier things have happened. And zukkang has made a world where they can both be together and it’s beautiful and lovely and sweet ❤️🧡

and like, I don’t think it’s an all-out solution to the ship war. I think zutaraang is the all-out solution to the ship war. BUT, zukaang is a solution. It’s that one Thomas Sanders Prince vine where he goes “you’ll never have her! because I want you…”

uhhh anyways thank for comin to my tedtalk ramble about zukaang. Enjoy the rest of your day, and God loves you :DD

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (5)

In which he feels like this could be all he's ever wanted after all.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: cuddly Yoongi??? Part 2, we're moving guys buckle your seat belts

Chapter Length: short/mid

A/N: Surprise bitch

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He chuckles simply watching you hurry as you crawl underneath the blankets, dramatically sighing when you're finally bundled up underneath them.

"Can you turn off the heat?" You ask from your spot on the bed up in the designated spot inside the RV.

"Aren't you cold?" He wonders up at you, though he does turn it off before he checks if the door is locked.

"Yeah but I also don't sleep well when it's too warm.." you mumble sleepily, yawning as he slowly makes his way up and into bed as well, making sure to adjust the blankets around your side before he slips under as well. "Yoongi?" You ask, and he nods, hums a reply.

He really can't get tired of you saying his name.

You always say it so.. careful. Careful not in the way of being fearful or hesitant- but more like it's something important. Like he's something important to you.

"Is it okay if I hug you tonight?" You wonder quietly, and he chuckles.

"I thought we already talked about cuddling?" He tells you, reminds you of your earlier moment together, watching the fire outside while holding each other. But you're worried. What if he still misunderstood what you were trying to tell him simply because you're not able to properly put it into words?

"But that was then.. I mean, now." You explain yourself, and he nods.

"Are you gonna ask for permission every time you're gonna want to cuddle?" He wonders, and you look at him sheepishly.

"Maybe? I don't know. What if you don't want to cuddle?" You ask, and he shrugs, watching you in the darkness of the RV.

"Then I'll tell you." He says. "I promise I'll always be honest. There will be times when we just don't want to be around each other, and that doesn't need a reason. It'll still be fine, I'll still love you no less than now." He explains honestly, and you nod.

He's talking about love.

One thing you always appreciated about Yoongi was his blunt honesty. He never sugar-coated things to make them seem like something else. He always made sure to be upfront and clear with you. It helped you tremendously and subsequently also led to you valuing his thoughts and opinions more than anyone else's. Yoongi always says it how it is, and for him to talk about love- well, it's a big deal.

"Yoongi..?" You ask after a moment again- and he thinks you're gonna ask to cuddle again, so he chuckles and puts his phone away, turns off the last light and moves closer to you to hold you against his chest. "Pssst, yoong-"

"I am literally cuddling you right now-" he laughs.

"-did you mean it?" You ask, and he stops at that.

"Mean what?" He wonders quietly, unsure what you actually mean.

"You said you 'won't love me less than you love me now'. You know." You mumble against his chest.

"Hmhm." He nods, closing his eyes. "Now sleep."

"Can you say it?" You ask, and he groans lowly, squeezing you closer stubbornly.

"No, sleep, I'm tired." He denies, and you whine.

"But Yoongi-!" You whine his name against him.

"Sleep, why do I have to say it? You know it already, now hush you big baby!" He scolds, glad the lights are all off so you can't see how red he's probably in the face from shyness.

"...well I love you." You huff, settling with your legs around his, and it grows quiet at that, except for the soft sounds of nature outside the Van you're sleeping in.

And yoongis soft, whispered 'love you too' that he grants you.

...

"I heard that-"

"Shut up and sleep."

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 5

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Author's Note. This is our CDC chapter, so TW for mention of suicide in this one. It's a little graphic.

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Glenn exhales, "Would you look at that?"

The sun is rising.

Last night I was a dying dog and today I am Harley Dixon.

Me, Dad and Glenn are on the roof of the parked RV, watching the sky give birth to the sun, knowing that I got hundreds more sunrises waiting for me; that the worst is over, like Rick said. The morning is as fresh as peeled summer fruit, and it's all ours. I'm reminded of special breakfasts on our old porch, where my Uncle Merle and my Dad would be scooping burnt scrambled eggs into their mouths, and I'd be in Dad's lap, sipping on a box of orange juice. We had them whenever I won an award at school. I feel like I've won every award in the world.

Glenn is the one sitting next to us, now, in this new version of day-break. He fills the outline of where a ghost of a brother and an Uncle used to be. We're sharing a secret bag of old freeze-dried cherries, while everyone else sleeps. They're a small luxury, like the sun. We can make happiness out of anything.

It all feels right.

"One hundred percent mold free, this time. I swear," Glenn says, ripping the bag open and pouring me the first cherries.

"They better be," Dad jokes. "First time was free."

"Next time, you'll beat my ass?" Glenn guesses.

He looks like he's realizing his legacy is always gonna be the guy who can't make jerky.

"Damn straight."

We knock our plastic bowls together, smiling.

"To Harley."

"To Harley."

"To me!"

"What a mess this whole thing was." Glenn shakes his head, chewing. "I know I already said it, but... I'm really sorry."

"Ain't your fault you can't cook." I giggle.

"Gee, thanks." He laughs. "I guess I deserve that."

"Just learn to salt the damn meat, China." Dad says. "Then we can talk."

"Okay, okay, okay." Glenn puts his hands up, but he's still grinning. "I suck at cooking. I get it. Are Dixons always this mean?"

Me and my Daddy answer, yes, at the same time.

"Good to know." Mumbles Glenn.

"The night I got scratched," I muse, my fingers painted with crayon-red cherry juice. "You was the first person after my Dad to reach the tent."

I remember people saying that Glenn could outrun a cheetah if there were enough supplies behind the finish line. The thought makes me laugh again. When you ain't big, you gotta find other ways to elbow your way through danger. Sometimes a good brain and better legs are all you need. Sometimes people like me and Glenn get to win, too.

"I guess so." Glenn's smiling shyly. "But only because Rick was too busy reloading. And Shane was up the back. And, well, I guess��� When we first got back to camp, people were saying that you were gone. That you were missing, or dead, or— We didn't know. Your Dad, he just took off into the woods. Just, vroom, y'know? Like, gone. I thought if I was gonna be like anyone, it should be him. So, I went running, too."

Dad leans over and grips Glenn's shoulder; shakes it. A gesture that says, Man to man, I respect you. Maybe even, Brother to brother.

It takes a lot to earn my Dad's respect, if you ain't his blood.

"You all looked like you was boutta faint." I snicker, 'cause it's funny now.

"W-we all thought it was too late." Glenn tries to laugh. It's been hard, I guess, bottling up that night until now. "When we first saw the tent."

I see flashes of wet eyes, and teeth, and spiders.

"I did too," I confess.

My Dad turns me around in his lap, then, and bounces his knee a little. "But I woulda never let that happen, chicken, y'hear? And I ain't never gonna let that happen. I'd have to be dead, 'fore a walker laid his hands on you." He frowns, looking me dead in the eye.

"I hear." I nod. "It was just really scary."

"C'mere, babe."

He pulls me down to his chest — his heart — and I curl up there, where I know nothin' will ever get me.

"For the record, I was about to faint." Glenn mutters.

I throw a cherry at him and he dodges it, grinning.

"I knew it!"

We all sit like this for a long while, with the sun and the rustling wheat as our friends, snacking on our sour fruit. Then they start talking again, a notch deeper, a notch outta my league. Adult to adult. I realize they must think I'm asleep — It is the ass-crack of dawn, after all — so I don't interrupt.

"I didn't mean it like that, you know." Glenn tells my Dad. "You can protect your own. I get that."

"Don't tell me what I already know, kid."

"I just..." Glenn starts, but then there's nothing.

In this long moment, I think Glenn is going to leave down the ladder, 'cause it's what anyone else would do.

People like me and my Dad — People who hoard supermarket coupons, and talk real nasty, and get called hillbillies — don't mix well with people like Glenn. People pretend there isn't, but there's an invisible cut-off on who deserves what in life, and it ends right after people who only gotta work one job. Glenn's smart, and he prolly ain't never had to go hungry to pay his water bills, not once in his life. He prolly ain't never been to jail, or snapped a squirrel's neck, or re-used the same bottle of hand soap forty times over. He's like the rest of 'em. Rick and Lori. Shane. The kids in my old classes. Their parents on parent-night. We can work well together but anything else is askin' too much.

But we're family now, right? I think Glenn might leave, but—

"Well, for what it's worth, I couldn't do it." Is all Glenn says.

He doesn't leave. In fact, I hear him settling further into his chair. It's what Uncle Merle would have done.

My Dad pauses. "Do what?"

"Look over my shoulder all the time. Worry about someone else every time I hear a gunshot. Walk around knowing I have that much to lose." Glenn sounds lost in thought, but then he surfaces. He ends his list with a simple, "Be a parent."

My Dad sighs, debating whether or not to go along with this.

"That ain't all there is to it." He eventually says.

"No?"

"Nah. It ain't some curse." Dad says. "I hear a gunshot? Sure, first thing I'm thinkin' 'bout is Harley. But that's the way it's meant to be."

"I just don't think I'd be able to handle it." I imagine Glenn gazing out at the sky. "These past few days have been stressful enough."

"Yeah, well that's why I got a kid 'n you don't." Dad's being a bit of a smart-ass. Then, he answers seriously. "You got a kid? You gotta be ready to die for 'em. But it ain't just sittin' around, waitin' to do it. It's the opposite. Every day I wake up, and I do it for her. I do everythin' I do for her. After that baby's born, who you were, what you liked doin', any plans you had — That's over. Suddenly, yer life ain't the most important thing you got, no more."

I've never heard my Dad talk like this. I wish our lives were worth the same, but I guess it don't work that way.

"And who were you?" Glenn asks, knocking back a cherry. "Before Harley?"

"A nobody. Drunk bastard with drunk-bastard friends." Dad scoffs.

"Well... That's good, then?" Glenn's guessing. "Sounds like she changed you for the better, man."

I can't imagine my Dad being anybody other than my Dad. The day I came into the world, so did he. There's nothin' before that.

"It's hard." Dad admits, prolly for the first time ever, to Glenn. "I love 'er, but it's hard as shit. Some days I wanna pull my damn hair out."

"You must have been going crazy during... everything."

"Oh, you think?" Dad jokes. "You ain't seen me fuck up that walkie?"

Glenn bursts out laughing. "It hit the RV when you threw it out the window. Scared the shit out of Dale."

I have to try really hard not to laugh. I'm meant to be pretend-asleep!

"You got any nieces, or anythin'?" Dad asks.

"No." Glenn answers. "My sisters were either too interested in their careers to have kids, or... Too young."

Glenn's sisters aren't here. Blood does everything it can to stay together. Dad taught me that. That means his sisters are both young and dead.

"That's gotta be tough, man." Dad sighs.

"No, it's alright. Sometimes I can pretend they're out there, together. Happy." He pauses. "What about you? Nieces? Nephews?"

Dad actually laughs a little. "Fuck no. Not from my side, at least. Guy like my brother ain't meant to spread his seed around. Ain't right."

Glenn starts laughing, too. "I guess not."

"Nah, Harley's my only girl." My Dad says. I feel him start playing with the end of my ponytail.

"You know, when you first showed up in camp, I thought she was Merle's." Glenn says, then quickly, "No offence."

"No shit?" Dad scoffs.

"No shit. I thought you looked too young to have a kid."

An unspoken joke makes them both laugh all over again.

"Yeah, well, I was real busy in my teen years."

I got no idea what that means, but it must be funny. Their conversation tapers from chuckling into a warm silence, and then it's just us and the sun again. It clips over a candy-colored cloud, and I can hear car doors opening and shutting, and loud yawns from down below. We're gonna be on the road again soon. I might not need a cure anymore, but we still need water, food, and walls, and the CDC's got it all. I hear someone shouting, alright, people, time to start heading out, and then a whole bunch of shuffling. The day isn't just ours, anymore.

My Dad stretches, groaning, and I pretend to be woken up by it.

He pinches my cheek. "Look who's here."

"Hey, Harley." Glenn smiles, packing up. "You enjoy the cherries?"

"Uh-huh," I smile back. "Thank you."

"No problem." He says. "There's actually some left over, if you want it."

He holds out the bag while I dig my hand into it.

I think it's funny how me, the man who made me, and the man who almost killed me are all friends, now. I learnt in science class that the more pressure you put on a rock, the more compact the molecules get. I think we're the molecules. It's bittersweet.

"Not too many." Dad warns. "You're still sick, remember? Don't want you messin' up my truck again."

"I remember," I promise, shoving a handful of cherries into my mouth. I also remember him sayin' he don't give a damn 'bout the truck.

Someone shouts out the radio channel again.

"Time to see this thing through, then." Rallies Glenn, but he looks nervous.

We say goodbye to the sunrise.

"Dad, is that—?"

"That's the CDC, alright."

We reach it by early morning. It's a monster of a building. It's like a big, white buoy in the middle of the ocean, saying, Come here, I'll keep you afloat. We ease to a stop and then we just look at it, 'cause it's all we can do. The CDC, right before our eyes. It's really there.

"It's bigger than I thought." I think aloud.

Dad just grunts, wary. "Stay close to me."

Our new walkie chimes, and Rick speaks to everyone when he says, "This is it, people. Leave your things. We're gonna walk up."

Why does the air feel so cold?

My Dad pulls both me and his crossbow out the truck, and then the whole group — one tired, beaten, hopeful force — are slowly making our way to the building. We walk through a silent field. I wish it could speak to us; tell us what it's been through.

We pass torn bags of sand and littered bullet shells. I think there's something here that we're not seeing, not yet, like a sleeping beast at the back of a cave, and when we find it, we're gonna be sorry we ever looked. We weave through big, black piles of clothes. The clothes are full, I realize. Full of hands, and legs; all white, all dead. They're bodies. They still have their human faces; they're still them, just dead, and they're studded with the bullets that the shells came from. The story tells itself, on behalf of the ghosts. They give their blood back to mother nature, dripping into the grass. I gasp. From head to toe, I go cold. My Dad shields my face, but I've already seen 'em. They're already nightmares.

Rick leads us. He leads us past trucks and barriers and blockades. Every sign the universe gives him to turn back, he ploughs through, chin up.

Maybe he's brave. Maybe he's stupid. Maybe he was designed to be both. Maybe we're walking to our deaths.

Nobody speaks. If they do, the bodies might wake up, and the graveyard we're intruding on will realize it doesn't want us here.

A crow squawks from its post on a dead soldier's helmet. If I spoke bird, I'd hear, Turn back.

We have to do this. It's what everyone's thinking, as they manage one foot in front of the other. Just one more step, and after that, just one more step. I take in the group, 'cause they ain't dead, and it's a little less awful to look at.

Morales, rifle up. Eliza, Louis and Sophia, three baby ducklings under their Mommas' shaking wings. Dale and Shane, polar opposites but in this moment, exactly the same; with their steely gaze and steady hands. Jacqui and Andrea, holding hands; two girls in women's bodies, walking through a world that wants to eat them. I catch Carl's eye. He catches mine, over the violence spread out before us. I watch him send me a thumbs up, which does nothing but turn me colder — colder than ice, colder than I've ever been — before my view is blocked for a second time, by Glenn. I'm sandwiched in; hidden, protected. I squeeze my eyes shut and hope I'll get to open them again. My Dad leads me by the shirt over the grass. I trust him.

My shoes hit something tougher, louder — Cement. Rock? Our footsteps echo, now. Are we really in a cave?

It goes double-dark, through my eyelids. Please don't leave us, I beg the sun nicely, We need you.

I squeeze my Dad's hand. He squeezes back.

Then I hear a rumble, like thunder, and I peek out from behind my Dad. It's Rick, banging on roller shutters. We all clench closer together, a fist ready to fight. Nobody does it on purpose, but me and all the other kids are pushed toward the middle. Rumble, rumble, rumble. Rick goes from one door to another to another, until he's shook down the entire row.

Guns are raised. We step back, together.

It's like knockin' on doors on Halloween. We don't know what creature's gonna answer. Maybe nobody.

"Anybody home?" Glenn mutters.

We stretch our silence for as long as we can stand it. There is no answer.

Newly determined, or maybe offended, or scared, or maybe all three, Rick beats down all the doors again like he hates 'em.

"Hey!" He calls out. "Whoever's in there, open up!"

"Nobody's here, man!" T-Dog shakes his head, but he ain't got no proof.

"Then tell me why you think all the damn shutters are down?" Rick snarls, and it's like we're in the parking lot again, and I'm scared.

And I should be.

"Walkers incoming!" Shane shouts.

Suddenly, my Dad and Glenn are whirling the other way, facing our new enemy. I grab onto the back of Dad's belt, and when I peer out between their elbows, I see one, two, six, twelve dead bodies lumbering to their feet, all dressed in military green, and dented helmets, and layers and layers of crusty black blood and loose skin. The other kids start to cry, but not me. I can't cry, 'cause I can't breathe. I hear a slicing fwip, and then one of the dead soldiers drop to the ground like the only thing holding him up were strings. An arrow marks his second deathbed.

"We can't fuckin' stay here, Rick!" My Dad's yelling. "You led us into a death-trap!"

I'm grabbing onto the back of Glenn's shirt, now, 'cause my Dad's stomping off to confront Rick and Shane. I hide my nose in my knuckles. Death-trap, I'm panicking, Death-trap. A week ago, I'd be standing here alone, but I got Glenn now. I don't know how I know that, but I do. I got Glenn.

"Glenn, I'm scared." I whine to him, and there it is, I'm crying. I think of happier things, like cherries and the sun.

"I— I know." Glenn puffs, 'cause he's scared, too. "I know."

He lets me grab his hand. It's what Uncle Merle would have done.

"Death trap or not, we're here for a reason!" Dale's arguing. "Rick made a call! We all did!"

"You want us to phase through the fuckin' doors, old man?" Dad spits. "We're stuck out here! My daughter's stuck out here!"

"Running out of time here, guys!" Jacqui's worrying.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Are those gunshots, now? Bullets are last resorts. Last resorts are only for when you're gonna die. Are we gonna—?

"Are we gonna die, Glenn?"

"No." He hurries to answer, gripping me tighter. "N—No."

"We need to leave!" A woman — Carol? — cries.

"She's right." Lori. That's Lori. "This close to the city? It's too dangerous!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Fort Benning." Shane looks like he's 'bout ready to bolt, bouncin' from foot to foot. A trapped animal. "We can do it. It's still an option, Rick."

"Is it?" Glenn's shouting. "It's a hundred twenty-five miles away!"

"No fuel? Two sick kids?" Morales is shakin' his head, no, no, no. "It's impossible!"

What do we do? No, no, no. We can't leave, but no, no, no, we can't stay, neither.

"What do you wanna do, then?" Shane argues back. "What you wanna do?"

"That's it! We're done here!"

My Dad shuts the whole thing down with one angry shout, locking his hand around my wrist. He tugs me away, and for a moment, the group is tugging itself along behind us, back to the street and the cars. We're a unit again — in the wind, goin' anywhere; scared, flimsy. We take one step, and then two, and we make it all the way back to the grass, before—

"Wait!"

It's Rick.

He ain't budged. Brave or stupid? Is he nuts?

"The camera." He tells us, breathless. "It moved."

All three.

"You imagined it." Dale decides, 'cause he'll say anything to get Rick to move. "How could it have moved?"

It's a lost cause — a last-ditch attempt.

The arguing re-ignites. I hide myself again, 'cause I'd rather be anywhere else.

Rick's shouting that he saw it, he saw the camera move, and his voice hits the concrete and closes in on us, just like the field. Fwip. Bang. Bang. Bang. Each burst of noise is a ticking hand on a dyin' clock. The bodies are picking themselves up faster than we're dropping 'em. Glenn's got a knife out, now, and Shane's pleading with Rick, who's gone nuts, Man, listen, the place is gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone. Rumble, rumble, rumble. Fwip. Bang. Crying; shrieking, from me, from the other kids, from Lori, and Jacqui, and the air as it's cut in half by bullet after bullet after bullet. Please, we have two sick kids out here, someone's begging.

"You're killing us!" Rick tells the camera. "You're killing us!"

My Dad fists the back of my shirt and he's pullin' me away, stronger than before. I think he's saying, Fuck it, we can make it on our own; leave the bastard. This must really be rock bottom. We were on our own for weeks. He must be thinking that we can do it again. I can see Glenn struggling to decide whether he should stay with the group or follow his feet, which are already trying to run after me and my Dad. I see Jacqui doin' it, too, and then Andrea, and then Carol.

A body topples over in our path, arrow up its nose. This is chaos.

Cherries and sunlight. Cherries and sunlight.

Then—

Behind us.

A gentle rumble, rumble.

We all whip around.

The doors — They're opening. They really are.

Even Rick looks like he can't believe it. We watch them open, mouths agape, like a bunch of idiots — A portal, to another world.

At first, we think there's a catch. Nothing comes without a catch. Do we go in?

But then there's another bang, and we're reminded that we're as good as dead if we stay out here any longer. We're on the move again, but this time, we're walking into the big, white mouth of the big, white monster, praying, Please don't be worse than it is out here, please don't make us regret this. We stay close together as the doors roll back down, sealing us in. We can breathe again, but only slightly. Would I rather take my chances with the dead soldiers, or with the unknown? I'm not sure. Now it's really happening, I don't think any of us are.

"Electricity." Jacqui whispers in cautious wonder. Electricity is like a myth.

Rick nods toward an archway. "Let's keep moving."

We trickle into the belly of the beast — Down a hallway, and into a lobby with the tallest damn ceiling I ever saw. Papers are thrown all over the floor and the computers at the reception desk are all upturned, but it's pin-drop silent. It's like being in a museum for an old extinction event.

"Hello?" Rick calls out, and if there's a scary creature in here, I sure hope it eats him first. "Who's in here? Who opened the doors?"

The silence answers.

"I did."

I jump outta my skin. Dad gets himself in front of me, but I peek around his waist. There's a man at the top of the stairs. He looks like he's been here for a long, long time. Like those lonely boys in Lord of the Flies, where they'd been on an island for so long that they started going a little crazy. He's wearing a regular t-shirt. I wonder where his lab coat is, if he's a scientist. This is a building for scientists.

"What did you mean by 'sick'?" The lonely-crazy-man calls down to us. "You said you had two sick kids. Is anybody infected?"

The whole group hardens at this question. They all glance back at me. I can see our journey in their eyes.

Rick's smiling, and this time, it looks right.

"You don't know the half of it." He turns back around, chin up, like always. "No. Nobody's infected. Thank God."

Dad puts a hand my shoulder.

The scientist doesn't share the same enthusiasm.

"I'm not sure He's around, anymore." He muses, vaguely sad. Then, "Why are you here? What do you want?"

I've never been good at words, but Rick is, 'cause he comes up with the perfect answer. One he knows we'd all agree on.

"A chance."

And maybe some water. After all we been through, that can't be too much to ask. We must look like a pathetic, begging mess, 'cause that's what we are. I know I am. My hair's made outta knots and grease, just like Lori and Andrea's. We're covered in beatings from the road, like bruises from Jim's fists and eyebags from sleepless nights. We left our quarry for this. We left our fish, and our tyre swing, and we left Jim. This can't be for nothing.

The man, who stands high above us, a judging eye, takes us in. "That's asking an awful lot, these days."

All Rick can say is, "I know," and pray it works.

I think of wet eyes, teeth, and spiders while we wait for his decision.

"You'll submit to a blood test." The scientist tells us. "That's the price of admission."

A breath leaves us all.

"We can—" Rick's nodding. "We can manage that."

That's it? A blood test?

I find myself grinning, and I tug on my Dad's hand. We look at each other. He's smiling, too, just a little. We all are. The scientist doesn't know it, but he's just saved our lives. We're tired and we're dirty and we've been through Hell these past couple days, but a blood test — We can manage that. We can manage anything.

"I left one door open. If you have stuff to bring in, do it now." He says, from his perch. "Once these doors shut, they don't open."

We tell him we understand.

This place is like a magical castle.

After we give up our blood, the scientist takes us on a tour. 

Jacqui was right. We got electricity. But apparently, we also got hot water.

If electricity's a myth, then hot water is a damn hoax. I can't wait to have a shower tonight. I used to hate showers, but that's just one of them things now that I can't believe I ever hated, like spinach. I been so hungry before that I'd dream about spinach. Glenn and Lori groan like they've bitten into a big, juicy steak when they hear 'bout the showers, and we all laugh. When I ask him, the scientist says that he isn't wearing his lab coat because he only wears it to make himself look cool. He says that now that we're here, he'll have to put it back on. It makes me giggle.

I run ahead with the other kids, and we all reach a long line of doors, where the scientist says we'll be staying.

The tour is complete!

We all pick rooms to stay in and then we unpack, like we're in a hotel, and it's exciting. None of us have been to a hotel in years.

"Hey, Harley!" Sophia pops her head out the next room over, holding a bar of soap. "Look! Soap!"

I hold out mine. "I got one, too!"

Behind Sophia, Carl pops his head out. "Me too!"

And behind him, like two little owls, Eliza and Louis appear. "Us, too!"

We dash back into our rooms. Me and my Dad's room got two double beds, and I ain't never had a double bed before, so I climb on it, and I jump up and down to test it out. It don't even squeak or nothin'. Dad watches me from where he's emptying one of our back packs.

As I try touch the ceiling, I tell him, "This place is awesome!"

"Harley, come down from there 'fore you crack yer head open." He orders, like a party-pooper.

I do what he says, 'cause I don't wanna ruin the day by getting spanked. "I'm gonna have a real-life shower."

"That's right." He shakes out the yellow shirt with the dinosaurs on it. He chucks it at my head, smirking. "Get ready, then."

I grab the brush that Sophia's letting me use first and a pair of purple pyjama pants from my Dad. I take myself into the bathroom. At first, the water's like straight lava on my skin, and I yelp. Dad asks if I'm alright, and then he comes in to fix the water for me. The lava settles back down, and I scrub and wash and sud myself up until I'm almost as red as a lobster. It's the best shower I've ever had. I was getting so sick of using baby wipes and river water to wash myself. When I step out of the real-life shower, the whole room is steamed up. I draw a smiley face into the mirror just 'cause I can, and then I brush out all my hair. I smell like strawberries. I dress in my cozy pyjamas and socks.

When I come out, my Dad re-does my buttons, 'cause apparently I did 'em all wrong. I stand between his knees while he re-orders 'em.

"He said there's a games room here." I smile.

"Maybe you can scope it out after dinner." Dad says. "You gotta be hungry by now, right?"

"Oh, I forgot 'bout dinner!" There's just too many wonders to keep track of in this place! "We gotta hurry!"

My Dad loops the last button.

"Come on, come on, come on!" I nag, pulling him off the bed and out the door.

"Damn." He chuckles. "People are gonna start thinkin' I ain't feedin' you."

"I bet there's gonna be steak!"

This is the best day ever.

We reach the CDC's little cafeteria, which is in total darkness to save energy, except for a spotlight above the biggest table. Makes it feel even more special. I hear clinking forks and plates, and I think these are the two happiest days I've ever had. Me and Dad take seats next to Carol and Sophia. As potato salad — Yes, potato salad. That's almost as good as soap — and greens and meat get passed around, I'm reminded of our fish fry. My Dad is here with me to enjoy it this time, and there are walls to protect us, instead of trees. We're clean. We're safe. We're alive.

"Just tell me when." Carol tells T-Dog as she pours him some wine, while everyone is getting settled in at the table.

Carol pours for a long time and T-Dog does not say when.

People start laughing.

T-Dog gives in and goes, "Okay, when, when, when."

"Thought I was gonna be there all night." Carol scoff-chuckles, sitting back down.

When I look around, I see one big family having dinner together, and I see people I'd almost forgotten about under all that dirt.

"Hey, after the past few days we've had, I think we deserve it." Rick's smiling, holding up his hands.

"I'll say." Lori snickers.

Dale suddenly stands, glass in hand. "How about we dedicate this meal to Harley?"

Rick puts down his napkin. "I think that's a perfect idea."

I giggle under all the attention as everyone rushes to agree, finding their glasses. I hide my face behind my Dad's arm. He peels himself away, smirking, and everyone's got something to say about my red face when I'm no longer hidden. I smack Carl when he tells me I look like a tomato, and everyone's doubled over with laughter, again. It's my favorite sound ever, I decide.

Before we can toast, my Dad butts in.

"Hang on. Old man, how's about that watch you carry around?" He asks. "It got a date on it?"

"I wish," Dale smiles, "But the battery died yesterday. Why? Is there something I'm missing?"

"I reckon it's almost July, right?" Dad looks around.

Is he gonna say what I think he's gonna say?

I start grinning.

Rick nods, "I reckon so. It's probably been about a month since everything went down."

"Harley was born in July. Twenty-second. Eight years ago. Ain't that right?" Dad ruffles my hair, and I giggle, 'cause I'm just so full of happiness that I feel like I'll never be anything else again. He raises his glass; wraps a hand around my shoulders. "Close enough, am I right?"

"Absolutely, that's close enough!" Lori shouts, clapping her hands; rushing for her glass. "My God, this is perfect!"

"We got ourselves a birthday dinner, here, people!" T-Dog whoops, raising his, too.

Rick lifts his glass above his head, and it's official. "To the birthday girl!"

"To the birthday girl!"

Clink, clink, clink.

More cheering. Two toasts in one day. I must be the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world. I bump my glass of water into Dad's glass on my right, and Sophia's on my left. After the scare with the scratches, this celebration means ten times more than a regular birthday would. There's no cake here, or number-candles, but I don't need any of that to make this moment special. I got Glenn singing an off-key Happy Birthday, and I got Jacqui giggling, God, shut that boy up, and I got Sophia hugging me, and I got another year and a whole lotta more days I get to live, with everyone at this table; with my Dad. And when Rick leans over the table, I even let him give me a high-five!

"Eight." Rick raises his eyebrows at me while he sits back down, pointing at me. "Almost double digits."

"You're almost my age!" Grins Carl.

"Good luck." Lori dramatically whispers to my Dad.

He gives me a look. "Listen to me, you ain't allowed to grow any more after this, okay?"

I can't help if I grow!

"Okay, Dad." I laugh. "I promise to be eight forever."

"Good girl." He says, gulping down more wine.

"Hold up." T-Dog sticks his palm out. "This is a birthday party. You know what that means, right? We need to hear at least one embarrassing story."

"Good idea." Jacqui gasps.

Dad makes a big show of scoffing. "Damn, which one you want? I got thousands."

What a traitor!

"I mean, we have all night, here." Shane shrugs, grinning like a little smart-ass. "I'm up for a story-time. How 'bout y'all?"

"Let's hear it," Morales gestures at my Dad.

"Alright." Dad sits back in his chair, crossing his arms. I try leaning over to cover his mouth, but he bats me away, and everyone is already laughing and the story ain't even started yet. "How 'bout— Okay. Okay. Damn, this is a good one. 'Bout when she was five, we bought Harley this skateboard—" Everybody's going, Oh God, 'cause they see where this is going. "Uh-huh. We took 'er down to the skatepark near our house, and there was a bunch of other lil' kids there — 'bout her age — and I'on know how she did it, but these kids were all convinced she was this master skater who was gonna show 'em how it's done. She was coachin' 'em, I think. Showin' off her new board. End of the day, she finally goes to show 'em a trick — 'Member, first day at this damn park — and everyone's watching and—" He claps his hands, smack. "Falls flat on 'er fuckin' face, in front of all of 'em."

Ugh, why'd he have to go and tell that story?

Rick covers his mouth 'cause he's trying not to laugh, 'cause I guess he values whatever dignity I got left but Shane, he's clappin' and trying not to spit his food out, 'cause he's actually a big smart-ass. I'm laughing behind my hands, like Sophia. Glenn's resting his forehead on the table, and he's shakin', so I guess he's laughing, too. When he sits upright, he's crying, and Jacqui's gotta beat his back 'cause he's choking a little bit.

"I'm alri—" He coughs. Then he keeps laughin', which makes it worse. "I'm alright."

"Hey, I ain't even fall that bad!" I defend myself.

He chugs Jacqui's water to save himself.

"Wait—" Lori's chuckling. "Five years old?"

"Yep," Dad goes back to eating. He's satisfied with the damage he's done.

"Pretty brave for that age." Lori tells me, putting on an I'm impressed face.

"Damn, that's pretty bad." T-Dog's shaking his head. "Sorry, girl, but I'm glad I asked, 'cause shit!"

"Leave the poor girl alone." Carol giggles, quietly.

Shane looks off into the darkness, pretending there's a crowd. "Anybody got a skateboard?"

"Oh, shut up." Andrea smiles. "Settle down, or Lori's gonna have to pull that photo out."

"May I ask a question?"

We're all so isolated in this pocket of happiness, celebrating the end of our troubles, that when the scientist speaks, I think we're all a little spooked. Smiles freeze and fade. Glasses lower. Heads turn. We're not the only people in the world, we're all realizing. We'd forgotten all about the reason we came here. That's what potato salad does to people, I guess.

The conversation dies off like a guillotine sliced it in half.

"What were you going to toast to?" The scientist asks, and his voice is like a soft, chilly breeze in a forest. I'm not even sure he was sitting there the whole time. Maybe he's supernatural, and he teleported. That makes me scared. "Before you figured out it was her birthday?"

And just like that, the dinner turns awkward. 

Rick clears his throat. "Well, if I'm being completely honest, here, Harley is the reason we came out to the city in the first place. I know I told you that nobody here was infected, but there were a couple days where... we weren't sure. Harley got scratched. We left looking for a cure."

The scientist's eyes roam over to my face, but then they don't leave.

"Now we're on the subject," Shane decides to break the silence, frowning, "How about you tell us what exactly happened here, doc?"

Rick mutters, "We don't have to do this right now, Shane."

"Wait a second." Shane sighs. "You said it yourself, just now. This is why we came all the way out here, right? Figure out what happened? Put all our eggs in one basket, and uh—" He laughs a laugh that tells me nothing is funny here. "Instead we found him. We found one man, talking in riddles. Why is that, you think?"

The scientist tanks the insult. "When things got bad, people just... left, to be with their families. The rest bolted."

I remember just how shocked I was at the size of this building when I first saw it creeping up the windows. It's way too much space for one man. There must have been hundreds of scientists working in here, and now it's just a shell. A cave for a lonely monster.

"Every last one?" Shane whispers, squinting; disbelieving.

The scientist falters, for just a moment, and I can see old pains on his face. "No. Some couldn't face leaving. They... opted out."

The tables goes from quiet to silent. Opted out. I know what that means. It's another one of them things adults say to butter up the truth, and it means killing yourself. I squeak, then, like I've been kicked in the ribs. I hide behind my Dad, who cradles the back of my damp hair, but you can't hide from words once they're in your head. Suicide. Dead, but not an accident — On purpose, with pills, or a gun, or a— a— a bridge. Something snotty gets caught in my throat like a fish-hook, and I'm crying now, at my own birthday dinner. Somebody drops their fork in defeat.

"There was a rash of suicides." Mutters the scientist, immune to his own story; numb. "In a matter of days, I was alone."

"Why didn't you leave?" Asks Andrea.

Carl is crying too, now. I wish I could make him feel better, just for a moment, but I can't.

"I just kept working." Smiles the scientist, but it's not right— It's just muscles, pulling his droopy face upward. "I just wanted to do some good."

Good.

The word reaches up into the ceiling, and leaves us at the bottom, sitting in its echo.

"There is no cure here." The scientist says.

The dinner is over.

Everything comes crashing down as fast as it went flying up.

We were on top of the world just a few hours ago. We were invincible. We had the news that I wasn't going to die in our veins, and then we had hot water and soap and potato salad, and each other. We had hotel rooms and a birthday dinner. But now we just have a dead end and a long list of regrets. There is nothing here for us besides showers, lights, and ghosts. I feel like a trapped animal. I'm a hamster in a maze, going around and around and around, and I can't get out. A rash of suicides. That thing I thought was hiding somewhere, it's this, and it's out, and I'm sorry we ever looked. Please don't let it be worse than it is out here, I remember, Please don't make us regret this.

After what feels like hours, the hallways I'm running down end. I see the game room.

I run inside and corner myself under the table. A cloth hides me from the world outside, and if I pretend hard enough, I can take myself right out of here and into a nice, safe pillow fort, instead. Like the ones I used to make back home. I can be someone else. If I'm in my head, I'm not here.

But then I hear the door open, and it's just a wooden table again, and I'm in the CDC.

"Harley?" It's my Dad, 'cause of course it is. I moan into my hands, crying so hard I'm not getting enough air. "You in here?"

I don't want to be found. I want to be lost.

The cloth lifts.

"Baby, what's wrong?" My Dad asks, but I know he already knows. How could he not know?

There are lots of words that remind me of my Momma, like sunshine, and cigarettes, and the worst — Suicide.

"Get out." I tell him, using my feet to push him away. "Get out."

I should've learnt my lesson back at the quarry, on that night I hit my Dad, but I don't care. I just wanna hurt something. I'm hurting. A rash of suicides. I can't stop hearing it, and I can't stop seeing it — Over and over again, the night on the bridge. Opted out. Suicide. Killing yourself. 

Pills, guns, ropes.

Bridges.

"Baby, I know." Dad's saying, grabbing my kicking feet. "I know. Come out. I don't want you thinkin' 'bout this, so come on out."

"I can't help it!" I sob, 'cause I really can't. Something that is too big for my body is happening to me, and I can't stop it.

"H— I know. Just come out." He's begging, and now he's not just holding my feet, he's pulling 'em; pulling me, out from underneath my hidey hole and into the world, even though I want to stay in here forever. He's trying so hard to bury something that's still alive; something that has teeth and jaws, and is eating me from the inside out. He don't wanna see it, and he don't wanna hear it, and he don't wanna deal with it. I wish he'd curl up in my make-believe pillow fort, and hide from the world with me. I wish he'd understand. "You don't gotta be under there. Come out, right now."

Some days I wanna pull my damn hair out.

He's getting angry again. He's holding himself back from something very nasty that lives inside him.

"No," I'm begging him back; begging him to just listen. "No, I don't wanna come out. I don't wanna—!"

I anchor myself to the table leg. We're an unstoppable force and an immovable object, colliding head on for the first time, ever, and it's a disaster. That night at the quarry was nothing.

Furious, my Dad rips the cloth off the table and boxes of puzzles go toppling over onto the floor, breaking into a million little pieces that used to be happily fused. Newly exposed, he easily ducks under and locks his hand around my wrist. I scream, and I close my eyes so I don't have to see my Daddy like this, 'cause it ain't him anymore. He pries my little fingers off the table, one by one by one, and ow, ow, ow, it really hurts. I'm yanked away, and then he's dragging me out by the ankles, shouting—

"Stop actin' like this. You ain't a baby." I hook myself onto a second leg, and he's wrestling with me all over again. "Stop! Mind yer damn father, girl!"

I'm not a baby, but I wish I was, 'cause we were happy back then.

"Stop!" I sob, kicking at him. "J— Leav— Just leave me alone!"

"I ain't leavin' you alone — You know why?" He's seething down to me. "'Cause you need a damn spanking. That's why."

I think back to an hour ago, when I thought I'd only ever be happy for the rest of my life. What a stupid thing to think.

Don't make it any worse, his voice is warning me, from all the times he's done this before.

But it can't get any worse.

In one big pull of strength, I'm forced out from underneath the table once and for all, where I felt safe and small and alone, into the light of the game room where I feel naked, again, for all to see. My face is raw and wet and hurt, and I think one of my buttons got torn off by my Daddy when he was grabbing for me, even though he was the one to fix them before dinner, and on that night in the RV, to show me he loves me. He yanks me to my feet by the armpits, 'cause I can't stand on my own no more, and he crouches to get in my face.

"This is your last fuckin' chance, and then I'm gonna have to take my belt off." He warns me.

"I miss Momma." I whimper.

His face softens, but it's gone so quick I'm sure I imagined it. "Harley," He grinds out, "Stop this."

"You killed her!" I cry, scared, but braver than I ever been at the same time. "You made Momma kill 'erself! You made 'er jump off that bridge!"

I tried so hard to be like my Daddy, but I can't. I can't hide things like he can.

I don't care if he belts me after. I just want him to know. I want him to know that I know, and that I ain't never gonna forgive him. I'd take a thousand beatings just so I could scream the same thing up at him, until my throat bleeds, until I'm nothin' but a voice, until my Momma comes back. People who kill themselves don't wanna come back, but maybe this time, if I was a good enough girl, she might want to. I'd get on my knees, and I'd beg her, and I'd say, Please Momma, I need you. Please Momma, please. Me and Daddy can't do it on our own. She didn't love my Daddy, and my Daddy hated my Momma. He never said it, but I always knew he did. I saw it when he dropped me off at her house; how he didn't wanna leave me with her. I heard people say my Momma was sick in the brain, and that she was a bad Mom, but I loved her.

My parents might be forever separated, but on my face, they are still together. I got my Daddy's flat mouth and my Momma's green eyes. I am proof that hate can create love. I don't feel so loved right now, though. I feel like I'm nothing. I feel like when my Daddy said he loved me, he was lying.

And there it is, my Daddy's hand going for his belt, 'cause I chose to say the worst thing I could think of.

I don't wanna get beat, but sometimes it don't matter what little girls want.

"I want you to think about the way you're speakin' to me." My Dad, the same one that was crying in my baby photo, shouts in my face. "I don't know why you gotta be like this, Harley. I don't know why you gotta make me do this. You were havin' such a good day."

"I'm sorry—" I'm sayin' now. "I'm sorry, Dad."

"You shoulda thought about that before you started bringing this shit back up again. After this, never again, okay?"

He pulls me down into his chest, yanking the back of my shirt up to the base of my neck. I wait for the whip, and the burning sting afterwards.

I can take it. I'll just close my eyes and wait for it to be over.

But before it can come—

"Woah! Hey!" A man's shout. "Hey, hey! Stop!"

The whip doesn't come. I can catch my breath. 

Under my Dad's arm, the one that's in the air, poised to beat me, I see a man in the doorway. I almost can't make him out, but there he is — It's officer Shane. The room seems to slap him in the face, like he can't believe what he's just walked into. He's scared to step inside, in case the moment breaks and my Dad chooses to beat me, anyway. Shane's a bastard cop, and it's his job to save people. I never thought I'd be needing saved from my Dad. I still don't think I need saving. I brought this on myself. I wish he'd go away, so it could be over with.

My Dad stands up, his whole body clenched with muscle ready to punch.

"I'm gonna ask you put that down, man." This is the first time I'm hearing Shane's police-man voice. "And to step away from her, okay?"

I feel embarrassed.

I'm kneeling on the floor, grabbing onto the side of the sofa, tryna hide myself again. I don't belong here. I don't want Shane to see me like this. I wanna be the little girl he caught frogs with, not a ball of hurt and tears. Suddenly, this isn't a games room anymore. It's a wolf's den, and I got two of 'em right in front of me, circling each other, ready to bite. I scuttle further into the corner, like if I shrink myself enough, I can just disappear into the floor.

"You ain't askin' me shit, officer." Dad whispers, real nasty. "Ain't no rules, no more. Not so tough, now."

"I'm not gonna ask you again, man." Officer Shane warns, stepping very slowly into room.

He moves toward us, inch by inch, like a man inside a lion enclosure.

"You don't gotta." Dad spits. "Door's right there."

"You're hittin' on little girls, now, Daryl." Shane huffs that mean laugh again. "Sorry, buddy, but that's my business. Come on. Step away."

If Shane had his gun in his holster, his hand would be on it. But we left all our weapons in the bedrooms before dinner. He stretches his fingers; tilts his head. I realize he don't need a gun. He's gonna fist-fight my Dad if he don't do what he says. My Dad, sensing this, chucks his belt on top of the broken puzzles, and stretches out his fingers, too. They're one wrong word away from beating each other to a pulp.

I wanna beg 'em to stop, but my voice is burrowed somewhere deep inside my body, and I can't reach it. 

"We don't have to do this, Daryl." Shane's half-way into the room, now. When did he get that close?

"Sure we don't." Dad snarls. "You gonna hit me? Go ahead."

Shane shakes his head. "That's not somethin' I wanna do, man. But you know I will. Step away."

A hiccup I didn't give permission to leave my mouth cuts through the room. Shane glances at me. I don't know who I'm supposed to root for.

"'Step away', huh? Step away from my own daughter?" My Dad scoffs.

Shane glances from me to my Dad, and I can see him start to realize that this angle won't work on my Dad. He holds out his hand. Something about the way he's looking at me is saying, You don't have to be afraid, but I am, and I don't wanna move. I feel like this is my fault. I watch as he flicks his fingers a little, brows raised. "How 'boutchu come over here, Harley, huh?"

Dad blocks me with his body before I can even think about it. "Hey, don't you fuckin' speak to her."

His eyes are back on my Dad. "Just tryna do what's best for everybody, here, Daryl."

My Dad cracks one of his knuckles. "Nah. Nah, I don't think you are. You got it all twisted."

"Don't think I do."

"Yeah?" Dad goads, and every second, I wait for one of them to swing. I can't stand it. "What is it you think you walked in on, then, huh?"

I think my Dad's waiting for the swing, too, 'cause he's so confident that he'll win that he wants officer Shane to try him. He wants to punish him. He wants to show him what happens when you insult a Dixon, 'cause protecting the name is more important than protecting his own body. I think about the way my Dad busted Rick's cheek; How Ronnie's Momma ain't recognise him when my Daddy was done with him.

Shane must be thinkin' the exact same thing, 'cause he starts goading my Dad right back.

"I think I walked in on you beatin' the shit outta your own kid, first of all." Shane shrugs, like it ain't his fault it's fact, and he keeps going when he notices my Dad's breathing get heavy. He's enjoying this. A smile splits his face. "I think we been worrying 'bout Jim this whole time, we been worrying 'bout the wrong man. How 'bout that? You wanted us to be so focused on him, we forget about the real monster."

"That right?" Dad side-steps Shane when he reaches the edge of the coffee-table.

"Sounds right to me, man." Shane says. "Lemme ask you this, Daryl. What is it you think I walked in on?"

I wonder where everyone else is. I wonder if at any second, one of them is gonna walk in.

"It don't matter what I think." Dad shouts, suddenly, and I shriek like I've been struck by the belt. "It's my damn business. It's my damn daughter."

"Yeah, I betchu wish it was." Shane huffs out a chuckle. "Don't want your secret gettin' out, right?"

Shane's like a wriggly little worm, needling my Dad where he don't wanna be needled.

My Dad's patience finally runs out.

He rears back to swing at Shane's head, and his fist is caught and twisted, and I hear Shane grunt in pain, and this is it, so I close my eyes—

Wait.

My eyes are open. That don't make no sense. Why is it so dark? Why can't I see?

I realize that the fight has stopped, and I feel like we've all forgotten about it and are waiting for something to happen.

There's a single murmur throughout the room.

"Was that the power?"

Author's Note.

Cliff-hanger! Mwahahha.

So, obviously, the last scene in this chapter is pretty brutal. I'd like to share why I made the decision to have Daryl act this way, because it could be a shock for some.

For starters, I think it's plausible for a number of reasons. Merle being a bad influence on Daryl, his unhealed childhood trauma and how that affects how he parents his child, and his unhealthy habit of bottling up his emotions, etc.

It's not pretty, I know, and I kind of hated writing that scene, but that brings up my second point. For the sake of the themes and arcs I want to give this story, it was necessary. This story just couldn't exist if it didn't have this scene. I've got, like, three different key subplots linked to it. Maybe you can even guess what they are, because two of them have been hinted at/set up already. They're only going to get more prominent from here on out.

So that's the explanation for anybody who wanted or needed it. You'll see all this play out in the coming chapters, anyway, but I just wanted to provide this in the mean time. :)

Rant over! Phew. Everybody take a sigh of relief.

On a more positive note, everything else in this chapter was a total joy to write! These poor guys deserve some happiness 😌

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[broodybuck]

Title: Slow Burns Are Overrated

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, social media AU, no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, booktuber Bucky, internet famous, top Bucky, bottom Steve, couch sex

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Steve's not the biggest reader, he can admit this. But he is obsessed with watching one, very specific booktuber online. And alright, fine, Steve will admit it's only because the guy is hot.

Bucky Barnes can talk anyone's ear off about every novel Steve has never touched, but Steve will watch every single minute that Bucky uploads. As long as his beautiful face is on the screen.

Bucky doesn't talk about much else other than books and his cat Alpine who makes an occasional appearance in his videos. And so, Steve truthfully had no idea where the guy lives. He could've guessed New York simply from the slight accent in his voice but the city is huge and maybe he's from New York but has moved away. There are a thousand excuses Steve could tell himself when he happens to walk into the man himself in the small Brooklyn bookstore down the street from his apartment.

And yes, Steve doesn't read. He actually has never stepped foot in the place before today but he was walking past it and instantly thought of that cute face he watches online and just thought, why not? So he walked in for the first time ever and right into Bucky Barnes. Just as he was rounding the corner from the romance section because of course that would be the section he was browsing.

Steve's stunned the moment he recognizes the brown, wavy hair in front of him. The cute, dimpled face he's replayed for hours on end.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," Bucky says but the words only ring in Steve's ears because the voice matches, the face fits. It's Bucky freaking Barnes standing in front of him! He can't get over it.

"Are you okay?"

Steve quickly blinks out of his trance.

"What— um, yes. Sorry, I'm sorry for bumping into you."

"It was my bad, I wasn't looking," Bucky defends with a smile.

Dammit, that smile looks gorgeous on him in real life. Steve's mouth falls open slightly, he's so staring again.

"Romance fan?"

"What?" Steve asks shaking himself free again.

Bucky motions to the book in his hand. Steve looks down to see the romance novel he picked up. It was the last book Bucky raved about on his channel. A gay romance about two boys from the city. Steve couldn't help himself, he got curious.

"Oh, um. Actually, I'm not much of a reader. Trying it out."

"Well, that one's really good," Bucky tells him. "One of my personal faves."

"Yeah, I kn—" Steve stops himself. He can't humiliate himself anymore by admitting how often he watches this man on his laptop. "I've heard it's good, I mean. Hopefully I like it."

"I hope you do, let me know."

"How... would I?" Steve stammers like an idiot.

"I'm gonna be reading in the back. I spend most Sundays here. If you drop by, maybe I'll see you again," Bucky says, he even sounds hopeful.

Steve can barely form words, he's too shocked. He bites his tongue and nods.

Bucky smiles and walks around him to head to the back of the store where comfortable chairs are sprinkled into the corners.

Steve knows exactly where he'll be next Sunday.

~~~

Steve has never read a book so damn fast. He reads the entire novel in a week. Which for him is unbelievable. He knows Bucky can read a book in a few hours, he's documented this many times.

Still, Bucky doesn't have to know how long it took Steve. All that matters is that he can go back to the bookstore and tell Bucky all his thoughts.

The next Sunday, Steve finds him right where he said he'd be. In the back corner of the store, nestled into a deep red armchair with a novel in his hands.

He looks lovely, Steve takes a moment to stare until Bucky's eyes catch the slim figure lingering ahead of him and looks up.

Steve raises the book in his hand in a desperate attempt to prove why he is standing there.

"I read it," Steve says, stepping a little closer so he doesn't need to speak too loudly. He stops in front of the chair Bucky's sitting in. Bucky stares up at him with those bright blue eyes. Steve swears his legs could give out at any moment now.

"What'd you think?" Bucky asks.

"I loved it!" Steve exclaims and little too loudly. He winces and blushes. "Shit."

Bucky chuckles and stands so they're more eye to eye. Except they're not because Bucky is taller than him, so now those blue eyes are angeled down at him. Steve's not sure which is worse.

"I'm glad, what was your favorite part?"

Steve answers without really thinking, just genuinely blurts out what he liked best, "How much they wanted each other."

Bucky's eyebrows raise high and Steve's face goes hot.

"I mean, the build-up. You know? I guess I like a slow burn — I heard that's the word for it," Steve rambles on and leaves out that he learned all these terms from Bucky himself.

"Yeah, slow burn," Bucky smiles. "I like that too."

"Yeah," Steve nods and then suddenly, he's lost at what to say. He looks down and clutches the book tightly in his hands.

"If you liked that one, I could suggest a few more," Bucky offers. Steve's eyes jump back up.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Bucky says and starts leading them right back to the romance section. "How steamy do you like stuff?"

"Steamy?" Steve asks like an idiot. What else could steamy mean? But it's too late. Bucky turns around with a smirk on his face.

"You know, raunchy. The book you read is pretty tame. But if you want more spice, I know a really good one."

"Yeah, I could do with more spice," Steve lets slip and he can't believe he's just said it.

Bucky looks pleased though. He spins back around and scans the shelves for a mere second before finding the book he wants. He hands it over and Steve recognizes the cover immediately. It has orange flames and a rose on the front. He remembers Bucky reviewing it in one of his recent videos and rating the book a level 5 for spice. That's the highest level. Steve's face burns just thinking about it.

"G-great," Steve says nervously. "I'll let you know what I think when I'm done."

"I definitely want all the details," Bucky croons.

Steve's eyes go wide at the impish tone in his voice. The idea that he wants to talk about all the sex in the book. And god, Steve wants to go over every last naughty word with him and he hasn't even read it yet.

He rushes home to do just that.

~~~

Steve beats his previous record and finishes the second book in four days. Bucky would be proud, he thinks. And then he remembers every sex scene in the book — which was twelve, he counted — and gets hot all over just thinking about them. They were so graphic and all Steve thought about while reading them was Bucky.

He still has a few days before Sunday. So, in the meantime, Steve opens his laptop and sees a new video uploaded from Bucky. He clicks on it and begins watching right away.

Bucky starts out with his classic introduction and then gets into the books he's read this week. He holds up a book Steve recognizes and it takes a second for Steve to recall it's the book Bucky was reading in the store last week.

Bucky begins reviewing the novel with a soft smile. It's such a coy, sweet smile that Steve smiles too. He can't believe he's met this man in real life, he can't believe — Bucky's talking about him?!

Steve replays the clip.

"I guess that's what happens when you meet a cute guy in the bookstore. Leaves an impression on you, so I'm bumping this book up to a 3.5 rating."

Steve blinks and plays it again. His ears must be deceiving him but no. Bucky's talking about how he has fond memories of the book because of who he met while he was reading it last week. And Steve knows it was him. Saw the very book in Bucky's hands. Was at the same bookstore with him.

Steve sucks in a breath. Does this mean he actually has a chance?

~~~

Bucky's in the very same chair when Sunday arrives. This time, when Steve steps into the back corner of the bookstore, Bucky notices him immediately. Almost like he was waiting for him. He stands and smiles happily.

"Hey."

"Hey B—" and that's when Steve realizes they never exchanged names. And when Steve realizes how creepy it is that he knows exactly who Bucky is and hasn't told him yet. "I'm sorry."

Bucky looks at him funny.

"I uh, know who you are. I watch your videos," Steve confesses.

"Oh," Bucky responds simply. Steve can't tell if he's mad or not.

"I should've told you. I just couldn't believe I happened to run into you."

"So, you're actually a reader?" Bucky asks.

"Oh no, that wasn't a lie," Steve laughs. "The day I met you was the first time I ever stepped foot in here. You uh, inspired me... kinda."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you get that all the time," Steve assumes.

"Not really."

"You don't?"

"Most of my viewers are already long-time readers and most people who come up to me don't even want to talk about books, they just tell me I'm hot," Bucky explains.

"I can't exactly argue there," Steve says quietly.

Bucky smiles, surprised, "I wouldn't mind it so much from you."

Steve rubs his neck awkwardly.

"I uh, watched your last video. I thought you might've been talking about me."

"I was," Bucky confirms and it feels surreal to hear.

"You're... interested?" Steve whispers.

Bucky looks confused, then frowns.

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"I mean, I kinda got the feeling but you're like way out of my league."

Bucky shakes his head, "Man, I've been waiting all week to ask you your name and now I'm out of your league?"

"No, you're outta mine! You could have anyone," Steve readily corrects and hears how ridiculous he sounds. "And it's Steve."

"It's nice to meet you, Steve," Bucky smiles, ignoring everything else.

Steve smiles much too wide and looks away.

"Um, so I read the book you recommended," Steve lifts it up in his hand. "It definitely had spice."

"Wanna talk about it over coffee?" Bucky offers.

Steve stares at him. Perhaps it's the romance books talking or maybe the unexpected confidence that emerges from Bucky Barnes telling scrawny Steve Rogers he's in his league.

"I got coffee at my apartment."

~~~

He's making out with Bucky Barnes. Holy shit, he's making out with Bucky Barnes on his couch, Steve thinks as he straddles the man and sticks his tongue in his mouth.

He never thought it would get this far. Then again, he knew what he was offering when he suggested his apartment and Bucky didn't really hesitate... so there's that.

Bucky grabs him by his waist and shoves him down against his crotch. Steve has to pull away to moan at the gloriously hard friction between them.

"You know, I don't usually do this," Steve decides to say then.

"Right," Bucky breathes, "you like slow burns."

Steve grins and kisses him for that. Their kiss turns desperate again and soon they're pushing off each other's clothes.

"This slow enough for you?" Bucky teases as he's pushing the head of his cock in. He'd been opening Steve up for the past twenty minutes so Steve's well and ready for nothing slow.

"Slow burns are overrated," Steve growls.

Bucky laughs darkly.

"Fuck slow burns," Bucky agrees and then pushes in further.

He's still going much too slow for Steve but the burn is delicious so he decides he can pick his battles. He waits until Bucky bottoms out and they both make a satisfied noise at the feeling.

When Bucky starts fucking him in earnest, Steve's suddenly reminded of his surreal reality. His internet crush with 800k subscribers is fucking him in his apartment on a Sunday afternoon.

"Jesus, fuck," Steve hisses.

He's definitely not going slow anymore, thank god. Bucky's fingers are digging holes in his skin, holding his hips back as he keeps fucking him harder and faster.

"Fucking christ, Stevie," Bucky says, the nickname rolling off his tongue so easily. "You're so tight."

"Split me open," Steve grits and right when he says it, he realizes that was a line from the book they both read.

Bucky groans like he likes it and swears again.

"I'm close," Bucky rasps.

Before Steve can urge him on, all of Bucky's weight pushes him down into the couch and Bucky lies on top of him pumping his release into him until he finally slows and breathes heavily by Steve's ear.

"Did you?" Bucky asks.

Steve shakes his head and Bucky lifts up instantly. He turns Steve over, grabs his cock and starts stroking him. Pressing breathy kisses along his jaw until Steve comes.

"Fuck," Steve breathes turning to look at Bucky.

"That was amazing," Bucky smiles. He kisses him on the lips, hard and long enough that Steve feels like he can go again. Bucky pulls away still breathing heavy.

"Better than all those romance books?" Steve teases.

Bucky playfully glares at him.

"Way better than fiction, sweetheart. You're a goddamn dream."

[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis🌹: After discovering a strange yet alluring red book in a boutique bookstore, you find yourself sucked into a strange world, where all of your inner most desires exist…

Pairings: Wakasa Imaushi X Musician! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Author AU, scifi, Musician! reader, reader is a talented nerd, smutty (slow burn) romance, tiny doses of angst, adventure, futuristic city, magic?, !!sexual tension!!, etc (just find out the rest, lol)

w.c: 4.9k💠 Released: November 23

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A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ok I can't lie, I feel like I couldn't really convey the level of detail I wanted to during the smutty part idk...maybe I'm just overthinking. Welp! Here's chapter 8 as promised! Enjoy the double chapter post😌🌹

C.W: Smut, P in V, Oral (fem receiving)

Tags: @nixalozt @lilthana @wakasaishot @bontensbabygirl

↳ (Let me know via inbox or the comment section if you would also like to be tagged here for this story🩵). Enjoy guys!!

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(Supernova/Star Cluster Theme: (Demo 179) - Lost Traveler)

The hum of Neon City's traffic and nightlife fades as you both step inside his apartment, and for a moment, all you can do is just take in the space around you. Though you've technically been here before, it was more like a passing glance; now, you can really look and take in the details of Wakasa's world.

His apartment is sleek, highly futuristic, and yet minimalistic. Almost every surface gleams with a muted silver or dark slate, and the subtle glow of digital panels hinted at hidden features and functions you can't even begin to guess. There are no visible handles on the kitchen cabinets, no switches on the walls—just smooth, seamless surfaces that suggest a tech-driven convenience you've never experienced. The apartment overall is also extremely huge. If this size apartment is the norm here, you're gonna be completely blown away.

The entrance which shows the living room area, kitchen space, and potentially a bathroom tucked away down a short hall, is the first floor. There's a discreet staircase on the far right that leads upstairs to what you assume is the bedroom space.

As your gaze sweeps over the expansive living room, your eyes land on the far wall—a massive floor-to-ceiling window offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Neon lights flickered and pulsed from skyscrapers, holographic billboards, and traffic lanes, painting the skyline in vivid colors. You step closer, pressing a hand to the cool glass, marveling at the electric vibrancy of the city. You can see nearly everything from up here, from the bustling streets to the high-speed hover cars weaving between the buildings.

"This is...amazing," You whisper, almost to yourself.

Wakasa moves up beside you, a faint smirk on his face as he watches you take it all in. "Like the view?"

You glance at him, smiling, before turning your gaze back to the scene in front of you. "Yea, the view is absolutely beautiful. I'm just confused though because this view is like we're up high but..." You trail off, your brows furrowing as you go.

"Oh yeah. That's 'cause of this." He says, tapping a small digital pad embedded in the wall beside the window. Your eyes widen as the entire "window" shifts, the cityscape fading into darkness, replaced by an image so vast and surreal it steals your breath.

You're looking into the depths of space itself. A large group of stars glinting in endless colors against a backdrop of cosmic darkness, and not too far off in the distance, a vibrant galaxy swirls, its colors electric and mesmerizing. Light purples, blues, and fiery toned colors spin in a spiral, casting a faint, mystical glow all throughout the room.

"Wait, what?! How—how did...?" You stammer, unable to tear your gaze away.

"'S cool, right?" Waka says, crossing his arms, clearly pleased with your reaction. "This is real-time. This is a star cluster right inside Neon City's galaxy. I can adjust it to show other things too—planets, solar flares, anything you can think of."

"Are you serious?! Wait so...is it a window for real?!" You gape.

"Yeah, it's a window for real. I'm guessing windows where you come from don't do this." He says, and the view yet again changes.

"Hell no they don't." You murmur in response, your eyes locked into this new view the window shows.

"This is a planet kind'a near us called Chavaris. Odd name with odd people." He informs.

"Chavaris..." You whisper the name in awe, "It looks sooo pretty from here."

"Mhm. It's got a double sunrise." He nods.

Your brows raise in astonishment. "Really?!"

"Yup. The sun goes up then back down a few minutes, then comes right back up." 

You turn to him, your eyes wide with wonder like a child. "This is so amazing. It's like I'm in a dream." You laugh softly, a little incredulously. "Sometimes, I actually forget I'm on another planet. And then...stuff like this happens, and it's like..."

"Unreal?" He finished for you, a smirk tugging at his lips. He changes the view back to the star cluster, then comes and stands right next to you.

"Literally." You look back at the distant planet, drinking in every detail. "It's just not even real."

"Wanna see the rest of the place?" he asks, his voice casual but his eyes sparking with a glimmer of excitement.

You nod, following him up to his bedroom. Just like the living area, his bedroom is simple but undeniably high-tech. The walls are a shade of dark gray, the bed low to the ground, and the lighting was dim, with a faint orangish-yellow hue that makes the room feel calm and cozy. But what catches your attention is his bed.

"Your bed looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. I like it, it looks cool." You murmur, running your hand along the smooth frame.

"Yeah? It's pretty comfortable, too," He says, patting the edge with a smirk. "But there's one more thing I wanna show you."

He takes your hand and led you back to the kitchen. There, he opens a compartment that you realize is actually the fridge. The shelves are floating, each one lined with sleek bottles and various types of (surprisingly) neatly organized food items. He reaches for a particular bottle and pulls it out, revealing a vibrant, ombre drink that shifts from deep red at the top to a glowing orange at the bottom.

You stare at the bottom, entranced by the rich colors. "What's that?"

"This?" Wakasa held the bottle up to the light, admiring it. "This one's called Astral Flare. It's...well, let's just say it's got a kick. But it's rare and only made on a few planets, including this one. Consider it a special occasion drink."

"You know, the last time I asked you what a drink was you avoided actually answering the question altogether that time too." You chuckle, giving him a playful skeptical raised brow. Waka joins in your laughter.

"I mean, it's not like you'd know what the ingredients are. Miss outta this world." He quips.

"...Ok, that is valid. I guess."

The quiet, dreamy atmosphere of Waka's apartment wraps around you two as he carefully pours Astral Flare into each of your glasses. The liquid shimmers in vibrant shades of red and orange, seeming to glow with an ethereal light. The soft, futuristic hues of the apartment reflected off the bottle, and the effect was mesmerizing—a glimpse of a world you've only just begun to experience.

Wakasa holds his glass and the bottle, nodding for you to join him on the couch near the expansive floor-to-ceiling window. You take your glass and follow him, glancing briefly at the view of the universe, which is beautiful, and alive with electric colors against the dark expanse. But it isn't the view that steals your attention—it's Wakasa, and how, with that subtle confidence he carries so easily, he seems entirely at ease.

As Waka settles onto the couch next to you, you turn to face him, holding your glass up. "Well, here's to your win, and keeping your undefeated title!" You beam with a warmhearted smile.

He smiles back, and clinks his glass against yours. "Thanks, Doll." He replies lowly. Taking a sip of the drink, you're instantly struck by how warm it tastes, rich and spiced (the kick he mentioned before), yet with a vibrant sweetness that lingers on your tongue. You glance over at Wakasa, finding him watching you with that quiet intensity you're coming to recognize as something uniquely his.

"This is really good!" You beam, before taking a few more sips.

"Right? I figured you might like it." He grins. 

As he pours himself another glass already, you watch him with quiet interest, and he catches your gaze with a knowing smile. "You seem really taken by all this, huh?" He observes, his tone a mixture of amusement and genuine warmth.

You chuckle softly, unable to deny the truth. "I guess so, yeah. It's just...everything here is sooo different. I mean, where I'm from, there's nothing like this," You admit, your eyes drifting back to the incredible view behind you both.

His gaze lingers on you, that ever-present spark of mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Well," He replies, raising his glass, "I'm glad you're here to experience it. Wouldn't want anyone else here but you."

His words send a warm flush over your cheeks, making your heart skip a beat. You laugh it off lightly, though you can already feel your pulse start to quicken. But a part of you can't help but wonder if this is really a romantic moment or if he simply means this as a friendly gesture. Sure you both had a heated, highly impulsive moment once before when you first met, and even though that memory still lingers heavily, you aren't one hundred percent sure if it had meant anything beyond just a heat of the moment kind of thing.

Your cheeks heat up once more under his gaze, and you fumble a little for your glass, taking another sip just to steady yourself. The warmth from the drink seems to amplify the feeling of his hand on the couch next to yours, close enough that makes you acutely aware of his presence.

"You're staring," He breaks the silence softly, his lips twitching into an amused smile. It's exactly what he had said back at that club in the underground.

You stammer, feeling caught red handed. "N-no, I'm not. I was just... thinking."

He raises a brow, clearly entertained by your response. "About what?"

It was definitely a simple question, but the way he asked it felt loaded, as if he already knew where your thoughts were. You don't answer right away, your thoughts muddled by the warmth in his gaze and the intoxicating effect of the Astral Flare. The silence stretches out, and you can feel your pulse racing, heightening your senses to every subtle movement he made—the way he leans slightly closer, the faint scent of his cologne, and the way his hand brushes your arm, sending a shiver through you.

"Well...I was just thinking about how different you are from anyone I've ever met," You manage to answer, your voice soft.

He chuckles, seeming pleased with the reply. "Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah," You say, maybe a little too fast. You look away, flustered by your own honest response, but he only seems more amused.

"That's good to know," He murmurs, his tone turning warm, almost playful. His fingers tap lightly against the side of his glass, his gaze fixed steadily on you. "I think you're pretty different yourself," He adds, his voice warm and a bit mischievous, "In the best way possible."

You raise a brow, feigning nonchalance despite the butterflies that stir up in your stomach. "Oh? In what ways?" You challenge lightly, a playful smile curving your lips.

He doesn't hesitate, his expression entirely sincere. "For starters, you're the prettiest woman I've ever seen. You look like a supernova," He says smoothly.

Your cheeks flame instantly, the unexpected comparison throwing you off balance. You laugh, caught somewhere between flattered and flustered. "Supernova?" You repeat, grinning. "Is that somethin' all you Neon City guys say just to flatter girls?"

"Not exactly," He shrugs, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "But it fits you. I mean you're beautiful, rare, unforgettable...impossible to ignore. See? Just like a supernova." His eyes hold yours, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Damn that was too good...

You let out a breath, trying to gather yourself despite the rapid pounding of your heart. His confidence is magnetic, and his words carry a sincerity that makes it hard to dismiss them as basic flirtation. Even though you didn't want to fall into it too quickly, you can feel your desire for him burning with fervent life somewhere in the pit of your stomach.

"Well, if we're talking compliments," You start, trying to sound as casual as he did, "You're...well, you're a lot'a things," You stumble over your words as his intense gaze seems to take in every syllable you speak. "I mean, you're definitely the most confident guy I've ever met."

He chuckles, an amused smile lifting his lips. "Confident, huh? 'S that a good thing or bad thing?"

"Good," You admit, a small, shy smile forming as you glance down at your glass, avoiding his gaze. "It's very refreshing. You don't seem fazed by anything, and you seem like you always know what you're doing and what you want."

"Hmm," He murmurs thoughtfully, taking another sip of his drink. "Guess I can add 'refreshing' to my list of talents, then."

You laugh lightly, relaxing as his playful tone helped ease your nerves. "Oh, it's a whole list of talents you got on you, huh?"

He tilts his head, his gaze turning teasing as he studies you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

You try to keep your composure, but his teasing smile made it difficult. "Hey, I mean, maybe I would," You reply coolly, feeling a small rush of excitement at your own burst of boldness. "It's not every day I get to sit here with someone who races like it's second nature; makin' it look all easy."

He raises a brow. "And you think that's impressive?"

"Of course! What do you mean? It's amazing, actually. The whole time you were racing you looked so composed, like nothing was phasing you. I've started to notice you kinda always seem like that. Just overall unbothered. It's, you know,....attractive."

"Careful now, Sweetheart" He says, smirking as he leaned a little closer, "Or I'll start thinkin' you're actually into me."

You roll your eyes, but your heart races at the thought of him already knowing just how much you actually are into him. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the super confident one," You clap back, meeting his gaze with a bit of defiance.

He laughs lightly, clearly enjoying your reaction, and brushes his knee against yours, sending a small, electric shiver down your spine. "I am confident," He says, his voice dropping to a softer, almost serious tone. "Confident enough to know what I want."

The intensity in his eyes makes your breath catch, and you quickly glance away, your thoughts swirling as you try to make sense of his words. You'd never been in a situation quite like this, where someone was so openly interested in you yet leaves you guessing all at the same time. Every look, every smile from him seems to carry some kind of hidden meaning, and the uncertainty of it leaves you feeling both thrilled and nervous.

"...What do you want?" You ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He replies casually, his gaze unwavering. "You really don't know? I thought I've been makin' it pretty obvious."

Your heart thuds in your chest, and you swallow, glancing down at your hands folded around your glass. "I just...I wasn't sure, I guess." You admit, your voice quiet as your cheeks warm yet again.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing gently over the back of your hand, sending another spark through you. "You don't have to guess with me, Doll." He says softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "I wouldn't be sitting here with you, talkin' like this, if I didn't like you."

Unsure of what to really say in response, you keep your gaze cast downwards towards your glass, watching with sudden deep interest at the ombre colors swirling around slowly. Waka's hand reaches out, taking your chin and lifting your gaze until you meet his lilac eyes once again.

"Listen," He murmurs, his voice soft but firm. "I like you. I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't."

You open your mouth to respond, but find yourself at a loss for words, your mind spinning with the weight of his confession. You'd felt his interest before, but hearing it now, spoken so bluntly, leaves your heart racing in a way you just can't ignore. His eyes hold yours, and you know you don't need to say anything in response. He seems to understand, to feel the same intensity that surrounds you both.

He sets his glass down on the table in front of you, then reaches out to gently take yours and place it down as well.

"Come here," He murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, he places his hand on your waist, giving you a gentle pull to move you closer. You don't hesitate, quickly allowing him to guide you right onto his lap. Your hands instinctually go to rest on his shoulders as you settle down into a straddle, your skirt splaying out along your thighs.

Without thinking, you lean into him, letting yourself be drawn closer, and feeling the warmth of his hands against yours as he pulls you impossibly close to him. He leans in, wasting not another second, placing his soft lips against yours in a slow, yet fiery kiss.

It's like deja vu to dancing together at the nightclub with the way his hands already begin to travel, moving from your waist to your hips, and landing themselves at your thighs briefly. They each slowly stroke your bare, soft skin, back and forth before sliding up your form and resting themselves on your hips.

If you hadn't noticed the first time it definitely sinks in now just how much of the handsy type he is. They leave a comforting and exhilarating trail of fire, burning deeply into the lower layers of your skin. It motivates your hands to do the same.

His tongue moves in perfect timing with yours as your left hand cups his cheek while the right gingerly slides down from his chest to his stomach, feeling the dips and curves of his abs through his shirt.

He lifts your top up, making you pause and lean back as he pulls it over your head. One after the other you both strip each other down, and your eyes trail over his intricate, detailed tattoos.

You don't say anything at first, allowing your fingers to convey your appreciation of his body art as they gentle brush along his chest.  "I like this." You murmur softly. 

"Yeah? I like you." He replies, making you let out a small puff of a flattered laugh. He leans up, kissing you once more. You shift around, struggling just a bit to balance between maintaining the kiss and aligning yourself with his hard dick. 

A drawn out, low moan of pleasure leaves the both of your lips as you slowly sink down on his length. His hands grip your waist firmly, but not enough to hinder your movements. He allows you full control, setting your own pace and rhythm.

Your hands brace themselves on his chest as you lean in close to give yourself room to arch your back, bouncing your ass up and down. You start out slow, giving yourself a moment to fully adjust to his size, before speeding it up just a little. You throw your head back in pleasure, your moans becoming more frequent and louder as you get into it. Waka takes your breasts in his hands, cupping them and wrapping his lips around your nipples one at a time.

It sends another wave of ecstasy through your body as his tongue swirls in circles around each sensitive nipple.

"'S so gooood!" You whine, digging your fingers subconsciously into his tattooed chest as you ride him harder. It's as if something has come over you the way you've completely let go. All the shyness, the overthinking, it's all left the room now, leaving only the wild horse chasing pleasure behind. 

"Damn baby" Waka moans lowly, bringing one of his hands down to give your ass a smack before gripping on it firmly, "Fuck."

You become overwhelmed so quickly, the fire of ecstasy engulfing every inch of your body. The blend of atmosphere and him, the view of the star cluster through the futuristic window, his lilac eyes gazing at you with nothing but desire. It's all just so much. 

Already you can feel your legs starting to tremble as another orgasm looms close by. Your thighs give out, throwing off the rhythm. Waka reacts quickly, his hands gripping your thighs and slouching a bit more for a better angle. His hips raise as he pulls you down to meet him halfway, forcing loud, pleasure filled cries straight out of your lips. 

"Uughh, shiiit!" He cusses as his pretty eyes flutter closed.

You whine, your nails subconsciously digging into his chest. "Too much! Too much!" You cry between heavy pants and loud moans, though no part of you wants him to stop. The tip of his dick kisses somewhere deep inside of you, hitting that sweet spot every single time. 

He drives you straight into your first orgasm of the night, your body quivering as he works you through it, slowing to a stop. 

You pant heavily, your body slowly relaxing as you catch your breath. 

"You've got the cutest moans." He murmurs lowly, leaning forward and planting kisses all along your chest. Your cheeks warm, and a flattered smile runs across your lips. 

Before you can even think of a reply, he's already on the move, shifting the two of you around and changing positions. He lays you down on the couch, and positions himself between your legs, placing each one over his shoulders. 

Your heart starts racing once again, watching him give passion filled kisses up and down each of your inner thighs. Then, his warm tongue gently trails circles around your clit, sending waves of bliss up your spine.

You moan, drawn out and somewhat like a whimper as you throw your head back. 

"Fuuuuck." You tug and pull hard on his dual-toned hair, feeling his tongue interchange between rapidly flicking and slow, long strokes. There's no way it could never get old the way he slurps you up, relentlessly dragging his tongue up and down through your sopping wet folds. You drench his face with your warm slick, coating his chin with a sensual sheen.

"Taste so good, baby. Can't get enough." He licks his lips, looking up  into your eyes lustfully before diving right back into you. His tongue bullies its way into your little hole, pushing as deep as he could go. Your thighs quiver, your body losing control. 

"I-I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!" You cry loudly, panting harder and harder as your climax abruptly collides into you. A deep, low moan leaves Rindou's lips, deliciously vibrating against your puffy pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, brows furrowing deeply as you reach the edge, coating his tongue with your cum. Letting go of one leg, he takes this as the perfect moment to slide a long, slender finger inside you, thrusting at a medium pace. "That's it baby." He moans against your clit, then adds yet another finger making you gasp and arch your back, pulling against the sheet.

"Waka!" You moan breathlessly, still trying to come down from your high. He eases you through it, working his fingers deeper into you while slowly lapping at your throbbing clit. "I wanna feel you cum on my fingers next." His eyes meet yours as he speaks, gaze filled to the brim with lust. His fingers curl inside you, hitting against your cervix skillfully. "Oh my god!" You cry out loudly, eyes rolling back as small tears form in the corners of your eyes. "Right there...right there, uuugh fuuuck!" You whine.

He does so well hitting that same spot over and over again. "Right here baby?" He asks, lips brushing right against your clit as he speaks.

"Yeees! Yes!" You nod, releasing the sheets to cup your breasts, squeezing them in a way that gave you more pleasure. Waka watches you play with yourself, only making him harder in the process. "Ughhh! Fuck I'm-...I'm gonna cum again! Waka!" You scream his name, feeling your whole body quiver as you release yet again, instantly coating his fingers with your cum. He eases you through your second orgasm, slowing his pace down to a stop.

You pant heavily, sinking down into the bed with your eyes closed. It was pitiful really, how worn out he had you after only cumming three times...four? You don't even know anymore. Waka chuckles softly, unlatching your leg and sitting up, making you open your eyes to look up at him. He takes his two fingers, keeping his eyes on yours as he places them in his mouth, licking up your cum left on them. Your cheeks heated up badly, but you were too mesmerized to look away.

"I love the way you taste. I could eat you out like that all night." He grins down at you, running his fingers between your folds just to taste more of your slick. "Stooop. You're embarrassing me!" You whine, squeezing your legs closed to keep him from doing that again. 

He leans up from the couch, taking you with him. Once again he changes positions, placing you bent over the side of the couch. 

You feel him run the tip of his hard dick against your folds, up and down, coating him once again with your wetness. A soft whine slips past your lips, a bit of impatience washing over you as you move your hips back. Waka doesn't waste a second, holding both of your hips tight as he thrusts inside you long and slow. 

The two of you moan once again in perfect sync. He fucks you slow and hard, determined to bury himself as deep inside you as possible. 

"Fuuuck. You're so damn wet, Baby." He cusses, giving your ass a smack as he thrusts into you harder. The apartment fills with the sounds of pleasure and skin colliding with skin, and erotic squelches from your pussy.

You moan loudly, "Don't stop, don't stop please! Ughh!" Your eyes begin to well up with tears in each corner, and you can feel yourself creaming all over his length. It doesn't take long before he's coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. 

"Y-you're gonna make me...cum again." You whimper shakily. You're so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs. You push your hips back, meeting his strokes halfway. He rocks into you harder, his grip on your sides tightening. 

"Right there, right there!" You repeat, your cord deep inside coiling further and further.

"I'm close." He moans breathlessly, thrusting harder. You look out at the stars, the landscape of the universe blurry from your tears. You feel like a supernova in this moment, exploding with an orgasm unlike anything you've ever felt before, your whole body jolting in overstimulated pleasure.

You cry out, squeezing your eyes closed as his thrusts causes your body to react. Before you can even reach the end of your previous orgasm, he's already forcing out another, adding to the overstimulating sensations swirling in your body. 

Your nails dig into the couch as you cum once again, your legs trembling terrible. Then finally, Waka cums, pulling out of you and spilling all over your lower back and ass. 

It takes such a long time for you to fully catch your breath, you don't even notice his kisses against your shoulders. You're stuck on the couch, unable to move as your body comes down from it's high. You hear Waka walk away, but your mind can't even fully process it. You become mesmerized by the view outside the window, and by the overwhelming feeling of content that's washing over you. 

Waka comes back into the room, placing a warm, damp wash cloth over your lower back, cleaning you up. You let out a blissful hum of appreciation.

His gaze drifts over you, catching the faint goosebumps beginning to appear on your skin. A slight smirk dances across his lips. “Already cold?” He murmurs, his voice low and teasing. You chuckle softly, nodding a bit. 

“Come on,” He says, his tone warm and surprisingly protective. You turn around to face him on the couch and shakily come to a stand. He picks you up into his arms bridal style, walking over to his bedroom.

You take in his room once more, the soft neon lights from outside pouring in. It's a night and day contrast from the view of the star cluster just one room over.

You shake your head, laughing softly. "You really have no idea how different this is from anything I've ever seen." You say softly, staring out of the window at a hover car breezing by, watching the blue fire coming from the vehicle's jets.

"Really?" His brows subtly furrow, genuinely curious. "So...what's it like exactly, where you're from?"

You pause, unsure where to even begin as most of your brain power has already been exhausted. "Well, I'm from Earth. Our tech is...I mean, it's advanced, but nothing like this. We've got TVs, but they're all mounted on the walls or on stands so they can't go anywhere else except where they've been set up. And the windows they don't just...change into real time views of galaxies." You explain tiredly, chuckling at the absurdity of it.

Wakasa shifts onto his side, propping his head up with the palm of his hand as the other already gets back to work caressing your arm. "What about the people? What're they like?"

Your gaze drifts back to his lilac eyes, and you grin softly. "First of all, no one has eyes like yours. We don't have colors like y'all do here, so that's different. No lilac, no silver, no orange or neon green...just brown, blue, green, and hazel; grey. Your eyes would stand out instantly if you came to my planet."

He raises a brow, a faint smirk on his lips. "So I'd be the weird one, huh?"

"Oh absolutely. But...honestly the only thing genuinely "weird" about you is just your eyes. That eye color you got goin' on? You'll never see that on Earth. You'd freak people the hell out with that. But everything else is—

You cut yourself off with a quick yawn before finishing, "Normal."

"You're so cute." He muses, grinning down at you as you snuggle further under the blankets. In perfect sync, the two of you naturally move closer, his arm wrapping around your waist and lying on his back as you rest on his chest.

"Niiiiightttt." You drawl lazily, eyes closed.

"Goodnight, Nova."

[moonsplit]

cove x derek

imagine derek’s crush on mc fading only for him to realize he likes cove

mc would be with baxter in this i think

mc and cove helping each other with relationship advice cause they’re the bestest friends ever

double dates

the world needs more derek x cove

✰ "Don't tell him, please-?" ✰

pairingミ☆ cove x derek word count ミ☆ 1,067 tagsミ☆ getting together, jamie last, mc and cove are the best even just platonically, I'm in love with them all, pictionary double date, cove's easily embarrassed & it's actually really cute

notes ミ☆ okay agreed though, they're such an underrated duo and I hope and pray I did them justice!! I'll be using "Jamie Last" and they/them for the MC because it's not a reader focused post, but feel free to replace those with your own MC/yourself!

Okay to start

Derek didn't know who to tell

So, naturally, he told Jamie

Who nearly spit out their drink because ?????

That was unexpected to them

He made them promise not to tell Cove until he was ready

And uh oh

They could see where this was going from a mile away

"Okay, just to be clear, even if I find out he has a crush on you, and he makes me promise not to tell you, I can't tell him?"

"No! Please- I mean- please Jamie?"

They groaned. "Alright, alright. No telling Cove no matter what happens. I reserve the right to set you two up if I have to though."

"That's fair! Thank you so much- so much."

Jamie smiled, snickering a bit. Still, they knew exactly where this was gonna go, if media told them anything. This was gonna be a long and grueling few years.

Cove's the last to know about his crush on Derek

This partially includes Derek himself

Partially.

Jamie snickered to themselves about this constantly, and talked to Baxter about it very often

Listen, the hell of watching these two do an annoying tango around the bush that was their feelings? They couldn't do it alone

Baxter wasn't the closest with Cove nor Derek, but even he was invested in if or when the relationship would happen

And when Cove finally realized his feelings and almost yelled his realization to Jamie, they fully laughed

Not at him, not at his feelings, just- they half thought he knew??? How could he not

Then again

They were the most autistic friendship this world has ever seen

So really, with as dense as they both were, it should not have been a shock

"IthinkIlikeDerek," Cove blurted out in one quick breath, having called Jamie at the prime time of- midnight? Jesus Christ, Cove. Jamie has insomnia, what's your excuse?

It took them a few moments to process what he said, but when they did they laughed. "You're realizing this at midnight on a Wednesday?"

"Why are you acting like you knew?"

Silence.

"Did you know I have a crush on him before I did!?" Jamie's laughter told him all he needed to know, and they could almost hear the embarrassment in his tone. "Was I really that obvious to everyone else?"

Yeah, so, Jamie proceeded to play matchmaker

With Baxter's help, because there was no way in hell they were doing it alone

The two would never do it unless they were pushed, though

So while Jamie painstakingly tried convincing one (or both!) of them to confess, Bax started scheming up a backup plan

Unfortunately for him, Jamie actually succeeded in convincing Cove

Which was

Honestly a fucking miracle, have you seen the guy?

"Fine."

"Wait, actually?" Jamie was instantly ecstatic, grinning up at their too-tall friend.

"If you promise not to make fun of me for crying after it happens."

"'Course not! You're the best sentimental crier I know," while not a lie, Cove was also the only person Jamie knew who cried so often. "I'll have celebratory or depression treats ready for you."

Cove smiled, face flushed red from the whole discussion. "Thanks Jamie- you really think he feels the same?"

"I know it."

Of course, to no one but Cove's surprise

Jamie was right!

Cove and Derek were officially together

Now, I could write their first date

But frankly I don't want to right now (anyone reading can feel free to rq it and I'll make a oneshot or hc set though!)

Derek somehow got even brighter after they got together

And found himself making the way down to Sunset Bird far more often than before

He practically lived at Jamie's house, having sleepovers with them only to go visit Cove while they talked hours away with Baxter

When Jamie brought up the idea of a double date, Derek was immediately on board

Baxter agreed quickly too, partially because he loved Jamie and partially because he wanted to see the end result of the pining Jamie had spent years agonizing over

(Slow burns seemed to be a running theme in this group, looking at his and their relationship. But I digress, this isn't about them)

Cove agrees, a bit hesitant but happy to spend time with his closest friend, his boyfriend, and- whatever Baxter was to him, friend?

The four of them end up going out to dinner together and playing Pictionary at Cove's house

Cove is... horrible at it

He tanks his and Derek's points when he has to draw

But on the bright side!

Derek was good enough at doodling quickly that they got points that way

Jamie and Baxter were both decently good artists, but Jamie cracked under the pressure of the time crunch and could usually not get their sketch out properly

and Baxter's were so bare-boned that Jamie had trouble guessing until his time was almost up

Derek and Cove won pictionary against the artists, it's a miracle!

In his excitement of winning, Derek kissed Cove

Jamie almost cheered, because holy shit finally

And Cove

Was almost dead on the ground with how flustered he was

I think they're a really sweet couple

I mean, obviously, right?

From quiet nights on the couch watching movies together, to actually going out and doing things together, they just love being in each others' company

There is rarely a time you'll see them together but not touching

Usually it's subtle, hand-holding or wrapping an arm around each other

Other times, it's almost sickening how sweet and affectionate they are

It flusters Cove 24/7

But especially when they're in public and Derek decides to shower him with kisses

Derek will fumble to make up for Cove's bluntness and try and teach him how to be more situationally-aware/polite

It doesn't go well but hey, he tried

And Cove appreciates the effort, he really does, even if he does feel a little silly for not really getting it

Why would someone want you to be polite over being honest? Wouldn't you rather know what he really thought?

And Cove is adamant that Derek's not annoying

Any time Derek apologizes or backtracks or quiets down, he's encouraged to keep going on his rambles

"You're not annoying me, I just don't have anything to say" with a soft little smile that makes Derek's heart melt

I love them, they're so cute

[losermilk7]

Overprotective! Ink x gn!Reader

Another Request from Wattpad <3

Word count: 2183

Undertale + AUs Masterlist:

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You were currently laying on the floor of the living room in the house that Ink had painted for you two in the Doodle Sphere. You were bored out of your mind. Ever since you and Ink had met he had always visited you whenever he remembered and had the time. Once he started forgetting to visit you more often he decided to take you to live with him in the Doodle Sphere so that he would never forget and it was more convenient. It wasn't that bad living with Ink, just he was gone a lot of the time so you were alone.

You sighed and rolled over so you were laying on your stomach. It was a shame your cellphone didn't work here, otherwise, you were sure time would've passed by faster. That's when an idea suddenly popped into your head. You weren't sure how you hadn't thought of this earlier, but what if you asked Ink if you could join him in whatever he was doing the next time he would have to go? That way, you wouldn't have to try taking a nap every 5 minutes (with no success) while waiting for him! They let you visit your home universe occasionally, so what would be the difference in tagging along with Ink for his missions? He'd almost always said that everything went smoothly, apart from when some Error guy disturbed his work in patrolling and protecting the universes. But he mostly stayed in his own world, so it wasn't likely he would be coming when you were there right?

During your mental theorizing, you hadn't even noticed Ink opening the front door and coming in until he said: "Are you okay?" You jumped and snapped out of your thoughts, slightly jump scared from suddenly seeing his face uncomfortably close to yours.

"Ahh, don't do that, I'm gonna have a heart attack! I'm alright, How was your mission?" You decided it would be best to wait for a few moments before making your request.

"It went like usual! Just chatting with some creators and walking around." He responded, standing up and walking to sit on the couch.

You sat next to him. "That's great!" You stopped for a moment, thinking about how to word out your next sentences. "I wanted to ask you something." You looked at him.

One of his eyelights turned into a red question mark when he blinked. "What is it?" He asked as he counted out his vials to see how much paint was left in them.

"Could I, maybe, come with you the next time you leave? It gets really boring when you're not around." You hopefully asked.

Ink froze, his eye sockets widening. "...What? Could you repeat that?" He slowly placed the yellow vial back into its place in his stash.

"Can I come with you on your next mission?"

Ink's POV:

Stars, this is just what I was afraid of happening. Images of Error taking her away from me plagued my mind. "No, you can't," I answered dryly.

"What? Why not?" They asked.

"Because It's too dangerous. Error could kidnap you and torture you or- maybe even Nightmare and his gang! And there's no getting you back if that happens." I glared at them, maybe I was over exaggerating a bit, but I didn't want to risk anything happening to them. While, I couldn't actually feel, every time I took my vials and was around them I felt strange. I worried for them when my vials were in effect. I felt so strongly about them and I don't think I could handle constantly being scared something would happen to them if someone took her away from me.

"But that rarely ever happens." They pointed out.

"That doesn't mean it won't happen. You being there would probably make it even more likely for something to happen."

They looked down sadly and crossed their legs. "I see.." They mumbled. I also looked down at my knees, I didn't mean to make them upset.

3rd person + Time skip to the next week.

You were currently sitting under the various papers that were hanging from the yellow-tinted 'sky'. You were upset that Ink refused to take you with him, but there wasn't anything you could do about it. Ink tried to suggest some other activities you could do while waiting for him, and they did work for a few days, but after a short while those got boring as well.

Suddenly, there was a 'thump' heard from behind you. You smiled thinking Ink had just failed his landing, though your smile quickly disappeared when you heard two voices from where the sound came from.

"There! That's them." A glitchy voice calls out. You gulp down your fear and turn your head to look at the intruders.

You saw two skeletons. One had error signs all over him and the other one was covered in some kind of goop.

"Are you sure? Doesn't look like anything special." The goopy one frowned and said.

Blue strings wrapped around you, squeezing you tight, but it wasn't enough to hurt you. You were lifted up into the air as the glitchy one, which you had figured out to be Error, spoke again. "Yes, why else would they be here?" He said.

"Who are you and why are you here?" You asked carefully.

They both turned back to you. "We're just going to take you for a little... vacation." Error said. Before you could respond the goopy one launched his...tentacles? at you and everything went dark.

Ink's POV:

I opened a portal to the Doodle Sphere, ready to see my dearest friend again. I really couldn't wait to see them, I even got them their favorite snacks. 

I look around the Doodle Sphere trying to see where (Y/N) could be, though I couldn't see them anywhere 'outside'. I went over to the makeshift house and opened the door. "(Y/N)! Where are you?!" I yelled and waited a few seconds, yet there was no response. I grew a bit worried and started to search the house.

After searching the house I still couldn't find (Y/N). I dropped the snacks on the kitchen table and speed-walked through the front door, trying to see if (Y/N) was outside and I just didn't see them earlier. But they weren't.

I picked up my phone and decided to call Dream, hoping he had some kind of information on (Y/N)'s whereabouts.

"Ink? What's up?" I heard his voice on the other line.

"Do you know where (Y/N) is?" I asked.

3rd person:

"No. Are they not in the Doodle Sphere?" 

"No, they aren't! Can you please help me find them?" Ink desperately asked.

"Of course, I'll meet you at the Doodle Sphere, I'll bring Swap as well!" He then hung up.

Ink took the phone away from his skull and fidgeted with it in his hands, he was so very worried for his best friend.

Meanwhile with (Y/N):

Error and who you learned was Nightmare had taken you to the Anti-Void. It was somehow emptier than the Doodle Sphere. It was entirely white with some dark blue strings hanging from the ceiling. Looking around made you feel nauseous, you couldn't tell when the walls ended, if they even did.  You decided to just look at the ground for now and wait for someone to come and save you.

And soon someone did come! Though they weren't there to save you. Error had come back. You looked at him curiously as he summoned a huge beanbag chair and a TV out of thin air. You weren't sure how, but the TV seemed to be working surprisingly well for being in an empty void.

"What? What are you looking at?" He frowned and looked at you. 

"When can I go home? Will you hurt me? It's even more boring in here than the Doodle Sphere..." You mumbled the last part so he wouldn't hear.

"It's not for you to know when you can go back to wherever you can from and no, I won't hurt you." He said grumpily and turned back to the TV.

You crawled a bit closer so you could also watch since there didn't seem to be anything better to do. 

With Ink:

The Star Sanses had made out a plan to figure out where you are. Dream would try to sense your aura in AUs and if he felt it they would look around to try and find you. They had already tried on tens of AUs, yet they still had no luck. 

"What do we do? What if we never find them?" Ink whined with tears in the corners of his eye sockets.

"Don't worry Ink! We'll find them." Blue encouraged.

"Maybe my brother or Error took them." Dream thought.

"Right! Error! But..why would he want (Y/N)?" Ink wondered.

"Maybe he's holding them hostage to lure you in?" Blue guessed.

"If that's true then we should come up with a plan instead of just barging into the Anti-Void and- ...Ink's gone." Dream sighed. "Let's go after him." He grabbed Blue's arm and teleported them to the Anti-Void.

They saw Ink already pulling out his paintbrush and running in front of (Y/N) protectively. Error looked annoyed, he stood up quickly and tried to shoot his strings to get a hold of (Y/N), however Dream and Swap had already rushed over and Dream had made a quick shield to block out the strings.

Before Ink could start really attacking Error, Dream grabbed him and said "Let's get (Y/N) to safety first!" Then he teleported everyone to Swap's house in Underswap. Ink took a deep breath and rushed to your side. He took your arm and put his other hand on your waist to help you get up and sat you down on Blue's bed.

"Did he hurt you? I swear if he-" 

"No! He didn't hurt me. He was rude though." You cut Ink off.

"What happened?" Dream asked. "How did you end up in the Anti-Void?"

You told them what happened. After that Swap said he would make some food for you all and Dream went to help him. 

You were left alone with Ink. He sat next to you on the bed and hugged you. "I was really worried (Y/N), I wish I was there to prevent all this from happening." He nuzzled his forehead into your shoulder while you hugged him back. "Did Error or Nightmare tell you why they took you?" He asked and turned so that he could look at you, still having his arms wrapped around you.

"No, they didn't. But Error said they wouldn't hurt me at least." You smiled at him.

He shoved his head back into your neck and tightened his hold on you. "That's good." He mumbled into you. 

After a few minutes, he let go. Shortly after that Dream and Blue came back to tell you that the food was done, so you all went down to eat and have fun.

After you had all finished hanging out you and Ink headed back to the Doodle Sphere. Ink took your hand and walked you to the house, he then opened the door and let you in first.

He sat you down on the couch and sat down next to you. "I feel like I'm forgetting something...." He thought out loud. "Right! Wait here." He ran to the kitchen and came back a few seconds later with a bag of your favorite goods in it. He handed it to you and sat down next to you again. He turned on the TV for some background noise.

While you were excitedly looking through all the snacks he took a deep breath in and said: "(Y/N). I have something to ask you." He looked at you with a serious expression.

"What is it?" You glanced at him before going back to digging through the bag and taking out one of the snacks, opening it.

"I want you to stay in the house from now on when I'm gone."

"What? Just because of this one incident? They didn't even lay a hand on me." You thought Ink's request was ridiculous. You already had so little freedom and the only interesting thing to do anymore was watching the sky and sleeping until Ink came back.

"Do you know how worried I was for you? I can't risk you leaving me again, I don't think I could handle it." He sniffled and took your hands in his, trying his best to hold back the rainbow-hued tears.

You felt a bit bad, Ink really did seem worried, but that was no excuse for taking away the last bit of freedom you had! "Then take me with you when you go! That way, you can make sure I'm all safe and sound, right?" You wiped his tears with your sleeve.

He thought for a minute, then slowly hugged you again and buried his face in your chest. "...I'll think about it." He said.

And the next day Ink did take you with him! It was so much more fun than just laying on the floor in the Doodle Sphere. 

Extra:

Before (Y/N)'s kidnapping,

"How do we beat the stars.." Nightmare wondered in a meeting with the Bad Sanses.

"Let's catch Ink's slave. That'll make all of the stars worried." Error suggested.

"I don't think-" Nightmare started

"That's a great idea!" Killer cut him off.

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Ink belongs to Comyet Error belongs to loverofpiggies Nightmare and Dream belong to Joku  Swap belongs to the AU community  Killer belongs to rahafwabas