#IT ALSO KEPT CRASHING MY FUCKING SITE

[dammarchy211]

Dextering it up today

[pulchrasilva]

Oh my god. Thank fuck for my dreams' inability to fit real life details into them because that was horrible. I was real scared for a minute

[baka-bakeneko]

Enmesh - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x Fem Spider Scientist reader (afab biology)

a/n: venom venom venom miguel is the dirtiest and slimy but i'm loving this alot. also i ain't copin' to shit. (part two)

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, Spiderverse hopping, scientific discovery, symbiotic relationship (kinda), references to self-harm (destruction and/or suicide), obsessive Venom, just as obsessive and possessive Miguel O'Hara, consensual non-consent, breeding kink, missionary, oral sex, tentacle (not tentacles), anal fingering, no use of lube, creampie, hint to cervix penetration

wc: 4.24 k

synopsis: Miguel asks you, fellow scientist and spider-in-training, to investigate an anomaly that popped up on the radar.

Miguel had tasked you to follow a couple of Spiders out on patrols, due to the spike in anomalies on Earth TRN688. He’d attempted to go out to that verse himself, but was called to aid Spiderwoman.

You did as ordered, keeping close remarks in the New York you appeared in. Following the Spider you were partnered with, you kept up with your own built-in web slingers and scanned over the landscape with your anomaly tracker.

Miguel followed your tracking, monitoring the spikes in the radar and mapping the New York geography. He was distracted in his own task, enough so that Jessica pocketed his personal tracker on you.

You managed to stop on the same rooftop as Reilly, catching your breath with another scan of the radar.

“What’s up?” He asked, pulling off his mask to catch his breath.

You shrugged, narrowing your eyes at the tracker as a spike rose up in the landscape. “We need to get over there.”

You pointed across Central Park, directly over the water. “There’s a spike out there.”

Reilly exhaled, returning his mask back on and kicking off of the rooftop. “Let’s go.”

You scampered after him, looking over the ledge of the rooftop to see your companion free-falling into New York traffic before catching himself on a web at the last second. You released a shaky breath, shooting out a web and jumping from the ledge, swinging after the Spider.

Upon reaching the anomaly spike, you landed roughly on the scorched grass in Central Park. You pulled yourself up and walked around the crash site of the meteorite. Reilly landed carefully behind you, watching as you slowly approached the cracked open, smoking space rock.

You leaned forward to look at the rock, plain of anything significant.

A splash of shadow lurched out at you and, in the split second of you lurching back in shock, Reilly shot a heavy web out to stop it. The captured ooze writhed on the ground before your feet, slowly soaking in Reilly’s web until you stamped a foot to cut it off.

You dug through your research bag to find a vial large enough for the thing to fit in and bent to stuff it in. You screwed on a tamper seal, holding the vial up to your face as the ooze, dark as night, began to float within the glass like a lava lamp.

Your thumb folded over the front of the glass, watching as the ooze lurched in the direction of it like it tried to attack you.

“The fuck is that?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. But it’s alive.”

“No shit. It almost ate you.” Reilly said, standing to fold his hand over the back of his neck. “O’Hara would’ve killed me if something happened to you.”

You tore your gaze away from the ooze to look at Reilly. “I appreciate you babysitting me. I’ll tell Miguel your contribution to my safety.”

Reilly dropped his arms to his side, then crossed them over his chest. “Is that all we came for?”

You pursed your lips, bringing the vial into your full hold. “I think so.”

You gave the ooze another curious look then straightened up the contents of your bag to put it in carefully.

“Let’s go show him what we found.”

-

As soon as you were back in headquarters, you bounded towards Miguel’s office. You held onto the strap of your bag carefully, slipping between the countless number of Spider-people in the direction of the epicenter.

You paused at the gate of Miguel’s office, catching your breath once again when you noticed it was occupied with a group.

“Hone— Miguel,” you corrected yourself, pushing yourself forward to Miguel’s platform.

Miguel was directed at the front of the group, looking down at them in pause of giving orders. His eyes slowly shifted over to you, noting your ragged breathing and flushed face.

“Dismissed.” He waved off the group in an instant, lowering the platform to allow you up. “What did you find? Are you okay?”

You nodded, immediately digging into your bag to retrieve the ooze vial. “Your anomaly…was a meteorite. This was found at the crash site.”

You held the vial up between the two of you, your view crossed between it and Miguel’s gaze. Your fingers held the top of the vial and the two of you watched as the ooze lashed up at where your fingers touched the glass.

“Shocking,” Miguel whispered, gripping the bottom of the vial in effort to get the ooze to react to his touch.

The ooze paused, homing itself at the top of the glass where you touched before drooping a glob down as if to test the waters at Miguel’s touch. The two of you watched as it stretched along the vial, touching both ends of the glass and thrumming slightly.

“What do you think it is?” You asked, wanting to hear another scientist’s theory.

“I’m not entirely sure. Is it dangerous?” Miguel asked, tugging the vial from your hold and rolling it in his palm.

You winced softly, watching your discovery slosh about the vial. “It lashed out at me when I arrived but Reilly caught it.”

Miguel’s brows furrowed, pulling his eyes from the ooze before meeting your gaze. “You’re okay?”

His free hand reached out, retracting his claws, and caressed your cheek. You grinned briefly, leaning into his touch.

“I’m fine. Web-slinger’s coming along great.”

Miguel hid a gulp, mirroring your grin before retreating his touch. “You did great, hermosa. I’m dismissing you.”

You nodded, your eyes cutting to the ooze vial in his palm. When you looked at it, the ooze reacted and lurched out in your direction.

“Okay. Will you be home for dinner?”

Miguel folded his lips together, looking down at the ooze vial then back at you. “I may be a bit late. Gonna see what makes this thing tick.”

While you wanted to stay to conduct research with Miguel, you knew that Lyla would be just as good as you in that aspect. You reached for your shoulder, tensing the muscle that throbbed in its place.

Raising on your toes, you leaned forward with bracing Miguel’s thick forearm. “Don’t be too late, okay? You need your sleep.”

You kissed his stubbled cheek, rested your forehead to his temple. “And I miss you.”

Miguel fought the deep exhale from his chest, turning in the direction of your mouth. He was tempted at your soft lips, his nose nudging yours. “I miss you too. I promise not to overdo it.”

“I’m holding you to that,” you whispered, pointing your pinkie finger out for Miguel to cross with his own.

He did so, noting your thumb circling the silicone band on your ring finger. “Get some rest.”

-

Miguel managed to find another container to move the ooze into. He tapped it into the jar and immediately flipped it over.

Watching the sludge dart to the bottom of the jar then below to the table. He forced his hand over the bottom of the jar to keep it from slipping free and marked its response to light.

Nothing.

Its response to water, a quick drop next to it made the ooze not react. Miguel glared at the sludge, shifting the jar back and forth for some sort of response from it.

"You're alive, I know you have a weakness."

When he spoke at it, the ooze seemed to perk up in the direction of his voice. Miguel quirked a brow, tilted his head. "You can hear."

The ooze fashioned its glob in the direction of Miguel's tilt, as if to mimic him. Miguel peeled the jar up and tentatively poked out to the ooze.

"Are you..." Miguel began, watching the ooze lash out to his finger and worm quickly up his arm.

"Whoa, slow down." He reached to stop the sludge but it disappeared under his palm.

Miguel still felt the crawl of the ooze on his body, over his skin and, then, under it. He fashioned his claws, ready to tear into his skin but took a deep breath.

"Lyla!" Miguel called out, looking around his office for his AI. "Run a diagnostic. Quickly."

Lyla blipped into being, scanning over Miguel as he took a few deep breaths in before he felt a sudden onset of heat.

"Mierde," he released in a pant, waving for Lyla to dissipate his suit for the full scan.

"What's wrong, Miguel?" Lyla asked, zipping around Miguel's head as she produced a virtual tablet. "Your temperature's raised to 125."

Miguel's stomach rumbled slightly, his throat growing dryer by the second. His mouth was drying, his tongue aching from the lack of moisture.

"What do you have so far?" Miguel asked, resting his hands on his hips and following Lyla round his head. He kept his breathing steady, blinking slowly while his heart pounded hard against his ribs.

"I-I'm checking," Lyla cut out her attitude, running through her tablet at the scrolling diagnostic. "What is this, Miguel?"

"The-the anomaly," Miguel muttered, snapping his fingers in the direction of the empty jar. "The thing understands words, cognizant of what I say."

Lyla nodded, looking up from her tablet. "I see. The thing is trying to make a nest in your chest, Miguel. It's attaching to your spinal cord."

Miguel gulped, straightening his stature. "Is it...aggressive?"

"Not as I've seen so far. The...thing is trying to inhabit your spleen and draw nutrients from it."

"No," Miguel grunted, immediately clenching his side and puncturing his skin with his claws. "Not if I have a say in it."

Hungry.

Miguel heard the word echo through his head, the word husking into his ear. He tilted his chin, raising his hand to Lyla. "It speaks."

Lyla raised her brows, scrolling through the tablet and stopping at a blip. "It appears to be receding from your spleen. Quick, say something."

Miguel deadpanned at Lyla, cocked his jaw as his body grew in chills. "What are you hungry for?"

Anything.

Miguel looked to Lyla as she turned the tablet towards him. He noted the ooze retreating back to his spinal cord, housing itself between his vertebrae.

"Do you have a name?"

We are Venom.

Miguel exhaled and Lyla resumed her final diagnostics.

"You say you eat anything, yet you garner for my spleen. Why?" Miguel asked, retracting his claws from his skin.

We eat anything. Humans are food.

"Why not eat me immediately?" Miguel asked.

You are with the woman. The scientist. We are symbiotic. We want the woman.

Miguel grit his teeth. "You can't eat her."

We do not wish to eat her. We want her to host us.

Miguel scoffed, waving for Lyla to retrieve his clothes. "Never going to happen. You want to stay with me, that's fine. But you're never getting her."

The ooze within him hummed, the noise reverberated down his spine and he tensed his top lip.

"That's the only way you'll stay. Otherwise, I will destroy you."

Not before destroying yourself first.

"So be it." Miguel cocked his jaw, unfolding his pants after they blipped into existence on his workstation. He gave a nod to Lyla. "I have nothing better to do anyways."

What about the woman?

"My woman," Miguel stressed, pulling on his pants. He reached for his shirt next, folding it over his head and pulling it over his torso.

Mi amor, you call her that. What does that mean?

Miguel scoffed, suddenly glancing to Lyla. "It tapped into my brain stem too?"

Lyla solemnly nodded. Miguel hid a roll of his eyes.

"It means 'my love'. My second language."

And hermosa?

Miguel shook his head. "'Beautiful'."

She is.

"Hey." Miguel snapped his fingers as he stared straightforward. "Venom, right? You...stay out of the way of her. If I recognize a single drop of you in her, I'll dissect myself to kill you. Do we understand each other?"

Venom laxed within Miguel, the closest form of contentedness he felt after the being melded into him.

Fine. We go home to her, though?

Miguel shut his eyes in slight disbelief. "Yes. We do. She's my fiancée."

Lucky.

-

You tried to stay up for Miguel, even after you climbed into bed. There was nothing to keep you in the meantime, after eating dinner and cleaning up the apartment, you waited.

It wasn't until your head jerked back up that you realized you had dozed off. And there was still no sign of Miguel. Shutting off your light, you returned to bed and soon fell asleep.

Miguel appeared in the bedroom when you were finally gone. He waited at the door, listening to you rustle between the sheets.

Venom demanded to be fed as soon as Miguel left headquarters. In order to keep his part of the deal, Miguel stopped at a convenience store and stocked up on roller hot dogs.

The taste of rolled-over grease settled wrong on his tongue, he gagged over not hacking the food back up.

"Why not chicken?" Miguel asked, on his way back to the apartment while suppressing a belch.

Chicken, no.

Miguel stepped into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, staring at you splayed over the mattress. He chuckled, tugging at your big toe.

She's pretty.

"She's my everything," Miguel offered, kneeling onto the bed and moving over you.

She smells delicious.

Miguel cut his face to the side, snarling at the darkness of the room. "You stay out of my mind. She's private."

Venom growled within Miguel. He felt a soft wiggle in his side, acknowledging the familiar ooze that emanated from his skin.

We feel how you do about her.

Venom's appendage caressed Miguel's chin and his nostrils flared.

"I'm not open to sharing." Miguel retorted, his top lip peeling up to reveal his fang.

Who said anything about sharing? We share your body, Miguel. Everything else is one.

Miguel leaned down and rested his forehead to your stomach, nudging his nose along your skin. You stirred, your hand tensing.

"She's mine, only mine," Miguel whispered.

You wish to impregnate her.

Miguel slammed his eyes shut, teeth grit harder as he folded his bottom lip to your skin. "I want her through and through."

Touching.

Miguel tsked, kissing up your body as he applied his weight over you. Venom's appendage slithered over the bed and ghosted over your pillow.

"You don't get to touch her," Miguel ordered softly. "Not unless it's through me."

Your rules.

Venom retracted the appendage and Miguel kissed behind your ear.

"Hermosa, I'm home." Miguel whispered. "I'm sorry I'm late."

Your tired hand reached up to comb through Miguel's hair. "You're burning up, baby."

"I know." Miguel rolled his eyes, his hands planting at your hips. "Cool off with me."

You grinned, working up to waking. "Keep moving like this, I'll break out in a sweat too."

Miguel hummed, kissing across your cheek. "I miss you."

You arched into Miguel, feeling the heat of his body all over you like a rash. His crotch was raving with heat, pressed just over your panties.

"I missed you," you hissed back, feeling your body awaken to his touch.

Her sounds, they are delicious too.

Miguel bit at your earlobe, earning your coo. He bowed his head, forcing out a remark to Venom. "Stop it."

"I can't help it," you moaned, raising your leg.

"Mi amor." Miguel returned to your mouth and kissed you, feeling the anomaly within him ebbing up his throat.

He pulled back with a harsh swallow. His jaw cocked, Miguel reversed back down your body with kisses.

In your shirt, he muttered at Venom to stay in their lane. He bit at the waistband of your panties and peeled them down, lashing his tongue out to stripe your pubic bone.

You sighed, raising your hips for Miguel to pull your panties down. He did so, grinning devilishly as he did. The heat rose under his skin, feeling a prickle at the sight of your sex.

Miguel selfishly leaned in to kiss your inside thigh, dragging his lips along your skin before descending on your pussy. He didn't waste a moment, making a meal of your clit.

You edged awake, sitting up to tighten your grip on his hair. "Baby."

Miguel moaned into you, staring across your body to meet your tired eyes. Venom rattled in Miguel's chest, the ooze ready to lash out and gain his own taste of you.

Miguel pulled away, bit his own tongue to draw back the anomaly. You groaned, shifting your hips up to gain his mouth back.

"Stay," he hissed.

We want to taste.

You purred, grinding your hips back to the mattress. "So bossy."

Miguel flashed a grin at you, bowing back to resume between your legs. "Not a chance. Live in my wake," he muttered against your lips, kissing them before parting you with his tongue.

He forced his crotch to the bed, trying to work out his own pleasure while focusing on yours.

You want her. We want her too. We can help.

"Get bent," Miguel slopped, suctioning his mouth over your clit.

You crooned, breath picking up with each soft lap to your bundle of nerves. "Miguel, please..."

She begs for us.

"Not for you," Miguel offered, popping your clit from his mouth with another heated glare at you.

He shifted, grinding his pelvis against your heat. Your face pinched, a breathy groan escaping your lips. Your hands went to Miguel's hair, combing it from his face to see the lust driven in his eyes.

Instead of crimson lashing through his irises, it was obsidian. The black that pooled his pupils flashed then receded and you swallowed.

Miguel met your lips, allowed you to taste yourself on his tongue. Venom's appendage reappeared, slipping against your thigh as Miguel shifted out of his sweats.

His mouth occupied his demand for Venom to take a backseat. While he didn't understand the anomaly's obsession with you, he knew the need.

Hissing away from your kiss, Miguel bowed his head again. "Stay out of her," he whispered to himself.

She wants you, let us help please her.

"Not a chance," Miguel whispered, angling his stiffened cock against your entrance.

He sank in an inch, allowing you to adjust to his size. You squirmed, your hips lifting to earn more of him. "Please, baby. More."

You rocked your hips in effort to gain his friction. Miguel's hands at your hips held you still, hissing at the heat in his body. Venom ran laps along Miguel's spine, snarling and biting inside for a chance.

Miguel grabbed at the stray appendage of Venom slithering towards your ass and tossed it aside. He sank another inch into, adjusting to your clenching walls.

The heat from within you and the rising temperature of Venom made Miguel sweat out of his pants.

"Miguel, you okay?" You asked, taking note of the rivulets of sweat that doused his face.

The obsidian flashed in his eyes again, making him shed his shirt before going for yours next.

"I need to feel all of you," Miguel grunted, suddenly a man possessed.

The film of sweat on him slicked over your body, his hands gripping tighter in your hips as he sank further until you tensed. It was too much too soon, his size always being something to ease into.

Miguel ducked his head to your shoulder and recanted his hips. "Forgive me, mi amor. I'm starved for you."

His voice was laced with filth, the tone of him so needy and rough. He felt his throat was dragged through desertion to end at the fountain of you.

Miguel's arms caged over you, centering you in the middle of the bed while his skin dripped over yours. So open and naked, his eyes primal while he gulped at the sight of you.

She's so ripe.

Your legs melted further apart at Miguel's hips, your knees easing up while your stomach curled at the carnal stare that bore into you. You shared a soft swallow, feeling Miguel's throbbing cock nestled in your beating walls.

Venom's appendage snaked up your inner thigh, making your walls clench tighter, until a warmth settled between your cheeks.

Your hand reached down to examine the feeling, only to be caught by Miguel's hand on your wrist. You quirked, glancing between your bodies to acknowledge the warmth as Miguel's other hand wedged under your body and traced down your back.

He rested his palm to the small of your back, angling your hips to allow him more. You panted before his lips, feeling Miguel's fingers part your cheeks with a timid grin.

"I want to make you..."

Ours.

"Mine all over," he finished, leaning into your lips to peck. "Is that okay?"

You released a shaky breath and arched into Miguel's body. "Make me yours."

She's filthy. We like her.

"Stop me if it's too much," Miguel offered, finally relenting to Venom's appendage to take lead at your tighter hole.

At the same time, Miguel began to thrust softly into you. He readily eased your mind while Venom lapped the flexible appendage against your hole, making a movement like licking.

"Miguel," you gasped as Venom pushed in softly, testing the pucker of your ass.

Miguel nodded along with you, thrusting with your breaths and intoxicating himself between the two of them. He could taste Venom's excursion on his tongue, feeling the tight muscle slowly give way to the tip and thrust in.

The three of you vibrated on a similar wavelength, Miguel snarling as he fucked into and tasted you all at once. You wiggled at the slow drag of Miguel's assumed dry fingers in your ass, the feeling giving way to your slick being used as lube.

Venom pushed in softer, wiggling in soft half-circles to caress every sensitive wall. You cried into Miguel's mouth when both his fingers and his cock collided within you and sent a shockwave of pleasure to your system.

Your knees shook at Miguel's sides; he stared down at you, drinking in your demeanor while he and Venom made work of you.

She's beautiful.

"You're so beautiful," Miguel stole his words back from the anomaly as they echoed.

You smiled, drunk from the pleasure that vibrated through you. Miguel huffed against you, kissed your lips again as he ground his pelvis against your clit.

You felt another shock to your system, your toes curling as his fingers curved up to meet the thrusts of his cock.

Give her something good.

Miguel cut his eyes behind his lids, finally ignoring the alien and picking up his thrusts to meet your level of high. He was going to take you both over, not the anomaly obsessed.

Your hands gripped at Miguel's shoulders, not able to help the desperate clawing to his massive back to gain your standing. It was a fruitless effort, finding your hips rocking as Miguel's fingers ruined your ass and his cock paved through you.

"C-cum in me," you choked out, resting your forehead to Miguel's.

Make it good. Breed her.

Miguel ignored Venom's disturbed wants, only listened to you. He ground into you again, this time earning your body trembling as an orgasm tore through you.

It made a mess of you, your stomach heaving while your knees knocked at Miguel's sides. Your palms flattened to the small of Miguel's back, forcing his hips further into you. You rocked your hips to ride out your ecstasy, attempting to drive Miguel over at the same instance.

She's a keeper, alright.

Miguel mirthlessly scoffed, following the rock of your hips until the sweat broke out in another wave. He pushed into you, to the hilt, touching the white hot soft ring inside your pussy and came.

He doused your cervix with his cum, kissing at the womb's entrance with the desire to drive deeper into you. Miguel's mind raced, thinking of spelunking further, making you a whole new his.

At the same time, Venom slinked back to its recesses. Reeling back into Miguel, sated and quiet.

Miguel caught his breath over you, losing the strength in his arms and resting his full body against you. You panted just the same, staring up at the dark ceiling while your fingers combed through the nape of his hair. Your other hand traced up and down his spine, inadvertently petting the anomaly housed inside him.

"I," you began, lining your dry throat with a new coat of saliva. "I take it research wasn't a bust."

Miguel kissed at your neck, nuzzling his face in the crevice of your shoulder. "No, it wasn't. You...you brought me a blessing."

We're a blessing?

You edged your chin in to glance down at Miguel. "Really?" You asked, incredulous.

Miguel shook his head. "No, it's an actual pain in the ass. But worth further study."

You laughed softly then, resting your head back to the mattress. "Yeah, speaking of ass..."

Miguel tensed against you, ready for you to catch onto his secret play underneath the skin.

"I liked that," you admitted, rolling your eyes at the raw feeling of your hole, your walls still throbbing around Miguel's still-hard cock.

Of course she did.

Miguel grimaced at the anomaly's cocky nature echoed through him. He pecked at your skin. "I'll never do it again unless you want."

You blushed, shutting your eyes. "As long as I'm yours."

[honeyconez]

Doing the nms expedition it’s so awesome

I found a base that had an exotic crash but HOLY SHITTLES was that thing a piece of work

I saw it and I was like I can fix her so I spent ten minutes refining copper

(More rambling below because I yapped a lot)

whoever put a comm station next to that echo camp consider yourself a skibidi rizzler💯 you saved me hours of hunting for an echo locater because I wanted that salvaged ship

but whoever put a comm station next to that ancient site

consider yourself an op

that ancient site happened to be the ancient site that the ship core was supposed to bond with me

we were gonna fish together

Play baseball

but no

you had to put a comm station there and now

I didn’t get that beautiful ship

and it looked cool too

anyways dissonant planets are cool and all but ERMMM SOMETIMES THERES GRAVITINO BALLS AND IT TAKES ALL MY SELF CONTROL NOT TO GRAB THEM

It’s not even that many

just 2 or 3 per spot and then the spots are spread out

also I accidentally shot a freighter while trying to mine a tritium asteroid because I was struggling with pulse engine fuel and THEY WERE NOT PLEASED

and I think the pirates with bounties on them are funny because they can get really high but my janky old shuttle with only the starship equivalent bolt caster to destroy it and it takes me 5 seconds

also I got a scanner module in the expedition that gives me 75,000-200,000 units for scanning fauna so I scan a few and I get rich it’s my get rich quick scheme 🤑🎰🤑🎰🤑🎰🤑🤑🤑🎰🎰🤑🎰🎰🎰 other than the

the

the B A L L S

I wish I got that salvaged ship so I could store the hundred and thousands of gravitino balls I would eventually get 😫😫😫😫😫🤑🎰🤑🎰🎰😫😫🎰😫🎰

ALSO I think my save is broken

When I found that s class ship IT DISAPPEARED IN FRONT OF MY EYES AND I FELL THROUGH THE PLANET but obviously I fixed it

the second infestation site glitched out and spawned in SPACE so I couldn’t do anything but I reset and that worked

it wouldn’t let me near dropzone 2 I kept pressing the button and nothing would pop up (this also happened on another save)

I went to a comms station for a different ancient site and it didn’t show the text on screen until I WAS IN ANOTHER GALAXY

when I was fighting biological horrors they shoved me through the wall and I glitched awaY

All that was weird but also

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

I looked up at the sky and I saw this god awful thing

null said it was his left ballsack (NOT null from nms my buddy ol chum ol pal)

and it was ATTACKING ME WHEN I SHOOT IT

and then I flew into its giant sight ball and got stuck in there and that was a bit of a scare

Also I will NEVER. NOT. READ. The expedition quests. IF I HAD KNOWN. THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO. KILL 32 CORRUPTED SENTINELS. I WOULDVE DONE THAT ON THE DISSONANT PLANET AUUUGHHHH

ALSO I HAVE TO KILL 4 SENTINEL WALKERS?

AND I HAVE TO DO STUFF WITH THE MINOTAUR? IVE NEVER USED IT I ONLY USED THE NOMAD IN MY SAVE

😫

[rainystorm404]

@snail-clops htank u for being itnerested in my au omg im having MAJOR brainrot abt it rn

So!!!!!!! Basically everything pre-SEEDS crash comes from canon, except Tesla is kept (barely) alive in the preservation containers. Her body is still in pieces-- right eye kept in a different container than her arm, her abdomen a mangled mess. But she's still alive.

Then of course, the twins' discovery of her leads to SEEDS crashing onto Gunsmoke. During the crash, Tesla's preservation containers broke open. As Knives and Vash were leaving the crash site, Tesla managed to regain a teensy bit of her consciousness and reached out to a nearby Plant. Tesla and the Plant assimilated, and tadaaaa, Tesla is much more alive and much more coherent!!!!!!!

Vash stays with Knives and agrees with saving all Plants from humanity. While the twins are busy with that, Tesla meets Luida and etc etc. Tesla isn't aware of the twins' plans at this point, btw! Though at some point, she does find out about their goals and tries to stop them. She never confronts them directly, so Vash & Knives have no idea that Tesla is alive and is the one fighting against them.

July occurs because Vash & Knives set smth up in July that makes Plants stronger, Tesla has a volatile reaction to that (since she does contain 2 sets of DNA, her own and the Plant's) and her Angel Arm gets activated! Vash & Knives are like "what the fuck" because they were NOT expecting smth like that to happen. They do some digging and realize that Tesla is, in fact, alive! And the one who caused the destruction of July!

Years later, two people have a job to track down the Humanoid Cyclone. Instead of Milly and Meryl, it's Elendira and Legato!!!!!! This is still a roleswap au, after all! LR & Wolfwood are also swapped, and everyone else stays the same.

Also! Towards the end, Vash's ways start getting more twisted until Knives is like "wtf" and leaves him, joining Tesla :3

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic (except for Rei and Haruko). However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Got myself a job!! I'm so excited but I'm also shitting myself lmaoo but I'm still gonna try to update as frequently as I can. Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

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Chapter Three: Those Bachelor Days Don't Last Forever.

Keigo sits on the edge of his king-sized bed in his master bedroom feeling sick. Is it weird for the best man to get cold feet and he isn’t the one getting married? 

Well, that’s exactly how he feels now, dressed in his best Armani suit with a pink flower nestled in his breast pocket in accordance with the color scheme of the wedding. He sits with his legs wide and his head down, feeling like the entire world is crashing around him. 

“Baby!” Sakura calls from down the hall in one of Keigo’s three bathrooms. “How much time do we have left? My hair isn’t working with me today.” He hears her grunt in frustration and the sound of a hairspray can fills the air. She’s been in there for nearly an hour getting ready for Fatgum’s wedding, prepping herself as Keigo’s plus-one. 

“Twenty minutes!” he calls back, checking his Rolex watch. “You’ve got time.” And so does he. Thank God because he has to get his shit together. He has to be the best best man for his friend today despite having never been a best man before. 

But he knows this isn’t the main reason why he’s ready to blow chunks all over his red-bottom shoes. He doesn’t hate weddings either. He went to Yu and Nemuri’s wedding two years ago and had the best time of his life stuffing his face with cake, downing all the champagne, and taking home two of the hot waitresses catering the event. 

He knows his anxiety has a lot to do with his conversation with him and his friends last night which led to him coming home early and fucking Sakura’s brains out just to prove to himself that Fatgum wasn’t right.

He had met up with him late last night for Fatgum’s bachelor’s party, which was really just a trip for some ramen dinner and then a game of pool at Fatgum’s favorite high-end bar. It was located in a fancy hotel across the city. Fatgum drank, ate, and rented rooms free since he saved the hotel from a villain attack years ago when a bomb was built under the building. 

The conversations went from 0 to about 1,000 when the drinks kept pouring and the hours kept ticking down till the wedding. Fatgum was happy, giddy even, as he leaned against the pool table in his skinnier form. “Ah, I can’t believe it,” he sighed. “I’ll really be a married man soon! I get to be with the most amazing woman for the rest of my life!” 

“Rest of your life?” Keigo parroted, scoffing at the statement. “C’mon, man, don’t get ahead of yourself. That’s talkin’ forever.” 

“Exactly!” Fatgum gave him a big, happy grin that was so full of love and bliss, it nearly killed Keigo’s buzz. “Haruko is the one I wanna be with forever. I wouldn’t have proposed if I didn’t see us together for all that time, and I plan on havin’ that woman till I sprout grays.” 

“Not to be a downer or anything,” Toshinori aka All Might said from his spot next to Aizawa aka Eraserhead, busy taking his turn at the pool table, “but you do realize that forever for a pro is limited ‘cause of multiple things, right?” He started ticking off the number of possible threats on his fingers. “Villian attacks, missions gone wrong, crazed fans. The list goes on.” 

“Oh, come on, fellas!” Hizashi aka Present Mic (Mic for short) said from his spot on his stool, sipping from his cocktail with a little umbrella in it. “Don’t rain on poor Fatgum’s parade! I think it’s a wonderful thing to want that with someone. Just look at me and Shouta: six years strong.” He flashed the crew his gold band and grinned at a blushing Aizawa. 

“I get what you’re sayin’, Toshi,” Fatgum said genuinely, patting Toshinori on the back, “and as much I appreciate your honesty, I already know my time may be limited on this earth. That’s why I’m makin’ it count. With my Haruko.” He sighed dreamily; a picture of being in love. “She’s my forever, however long that may be for however long she wants me.” 

Keigo felt something shift inside of him at those words. He realized with a shock that it was jealousy. But who wouldn’t be jealous of a cute ass relationship like Fatgum and Haruko’s? They’d been together for six years, fighting through the ups and downs, the good and bad. Keigo couldn’t imagine being married and doing that. To him, marriage was the ultimate commitment. 

And he wasn’t good at commitment. His list of past relationships that could stretch from Japan to Antarctica would tell you that shit. You, Dabi, and Rumi made fun of him for having “international community dick” because Keigo has seen it all, done it all. As a pro hero, he’s traveled the world for business deals and important meetings, and in every place, he’s had at least one body. 

Keigo just isn’t for relationships. He loved his freedom too much–the freedom to jump from one person to the next in any city or country he wanted. He always figured he was too busy with his hero work to focus on falling in love. He just dated for a good time, which was usually a good fuck that lasted him one night or a few weeks. 

That is until you fell for you. He still doesn’t know when he started falling or how. All he remembers is looking at you one day and thinking, “Damn, she’s beautiful” and then “Damn, I really love her”. 

When he realized what happened, he freaked out. He couldn’t be in love, especially with his best friend! You shared too much together and your relationship was too amazing to be ruined. So he kept his feelings to himself all these years, knowing this love would remain unrequited and unspoken. 

But that doesn’t stop the daydreams of you and him together, you underneath him or him underneath you, your gorgeous face contorted in the pure ecstasy he gave you as he drives his cock into you again and again, making you cum like you’ve never cum before. That doesn’t stop him from wanting to hold you, or feel your lips against his, or feeling hot with jealousy at the other men you give your time to. 

That includes Rei aka Tempo. God, he hates your new man, but not just because he had you. To him, Rei seemed like a fake; like everything he did was for approval and validation, including what he did for you–the dates, the gifts, the cute little IG comments under your photos. It was all for show.

Keigo isn’t with that. You deserve better than that. And now that he knows the dude can’t make you cum, he’s definitely tempted to ruin your relationship with him. But Keigo also isn’t an asshole. He’s also a good friend and wants to see you happy, no matter how much it hurts to pretend. 

“Damn, Keigo, you good?” Ken Takagi aka Rock Lock, asked in concern as he sipped his beer. “You look like you’re about to deck somebody.”

Kan Sekijiro aka Vlad glared at Keigo from his spot at the pool table, his big frame nearly blocking Keigo from the game. “Better not be me if you know what’s good for you,” he grumbled.  

“Chill out, frost tips,” Keigo blandly replied. “I wouldn’t dream of fightin’ your big ass.” Vlad’s glare intensified while the others laughed. “And I’m fine, Ken; thanks for pointin’ that out,” Keigo sarcastically replied to his friend and coworker. He really wasn’t in the mood for this tonight. 

“I would’ve done it, but I didn’t feel like it,” Aizawa deadpanned from the bar. Mic nudged him roughly with his elbow. “Talk to us, Keigo!” he encouraged the winged pro. “What’s eatin’ at you? You don’t agree with someone being your forever?” 

Now the attention was all on Keigo. Usually, he liked it this way, but not right now. He was just trying to enjoy his friend’s bachelor party to celebrate his big day and then go home to have drunk, nasty sex with Sakura. But he knew with a crowd like this, he’d never get away from the topic of conversation.

“It’s not that,” he sighed, sitting on the corner of the table. “I, for one, would love to be with someone I feel like I can see my future with. But as a pro, being in a romantic relationship is difficult and exhausting. Complicates life too much. That’s why I always stuck to my hookups or flings.” 

“So what about Sakura?” Fatgum asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is she a fling or a hookup too?” 

She was, at first. Keigo met the pink, curly-haired cutie at a party he didn’t want to be at downtown (for a business deal) and they got to talking when he offered to buy her a drink after the bartender messed up her order. He was curious about her as soon as he got a look at her in her periwinkle dress that did wonders for her body.

He learned she was a nurse for sick children and her quirk allowed her to ease their pain and discomfort for a few hours by giving them bursts of pleasure in their bodies. He charmed her, danced with her, and managed to get into her bedroom when she invited him back to her place for the night. 

Sex with her is by far the best thing Keigo has ever experienced. Sakura used her quirk on him many times that night to increase his pleasure and gave him some mind-blowing orgasms in the process. To put it bluntly, he was hooked and started seeing her more and more. Unfortunately for him, his pimp shit was squashed when he got to know Sakura more and more. He became fond of her sweet personality and almost innocent outlook on life. He cared deeply for her. 

But while he cared, he knew that care didn’t amount to what he felt for you. He’d give you the whole moon and the sun if you asked. He’d gladly die and kill just to ensure your safety. He didn’t care–he just loved you. He knew he could never love Sakura or any other woman the way he loved you, but he could try. After all, he and you were friends. There was no way he could ever tell you how he truly left, and has been feeling for years. 

“She was supposed to be,” he admitted earnestly, “but after getting to know her, I found I really enjoyed talkin’ with her. She’s a sweet girl, don’t get me wrong…” He trailed off, not wanting to get into it, but already leaving breadcrumbs for his highly-interested audience.

“But?” Fatgum pushed. “I know there’s a “but” in there, Keigo. Don’t deny it.” 

Keigo sighed in frustration, knowing he’d look like a fuckboy for this. “I’m just with her for the fun of it!” he confessed with a shrug. “Nothing long-term or committed. I’m not gonna cheat or hurt her ‘cause I’m not a jerk, but I’m also not lookin’ for something for ‘forever’.” He used his fingers to quote the word, earning a perplexed scowl from Fatgum. “We just laugh, talk, and have a good time.” 

“You mean fuck?” Shouta asked blankly. Even Keigo flushed at the harshness of the word. “Well, if you wanna be blunt, sure.” 

“Keigo!” Fatgum gasped, looking at Keigo like he just admitted to murder. “I’m shocked! You’re really tellin’ me you’re not gonna try to lock a cutie like Sakura down? If you don’t do it now, you’ll regret it later.”

Keigo just waved off his friend’s statement, paying no time to the dramatics. “I don’t regret shit like that.” Fatgum shook his head in pity. “You will when you wind up cold and lonely in your big penthouse without someone to cuddle with.” 

The winged hero sucked his teeth, shaking his head at the others. He knew that wasn’t true. No matter how doomed he was to love you, he also knew he’d find someone else, especially in the future. There was no way he’d be alone forever…right? 

He decided to leave it alone as he waltzed over to the pool table for his turn. He leaned forward, stomach flat against the table, and aimed at a red pool table. It teetered to the right and rolled into two more balls. Once all three fell into the left pocket, he pumped his fist in victory. 

“Do you believe it’s possible to find the one for you somewhere out there?” Mic asked curiously from behind him. He turned around, slightly irked this conversation was still rolling, but he wasn’t going to blow Mic off. The guy was too nice! “I mean, sure,” he replied thoughtfully, “but I can’t just look for ‘the one’ in every single person I date.” 

Rock Lock nodded as he shoved Vlad out of the way to do his turn at the pool table. “I gotchu. You don’t date to marry; you date for fun. You’re still young, so it’s different for guys like us.”He took a shot at a blue ball, grinning when it rolled into the left pocket. 

“Exactly!” Keigo laughed, happy someone was seeing things from his perspective finally. “See? He gets it! I’m way too young and at the top of my game to be tied down right now.”

Fatgum turned to him, adding more of his two cents. “Be that as it may, Keigo,” he argued, “and while I totally respect our differences here, don’t you think you sound just a lil’...I don’t know…” He trailed off, looking for the right word. 

“Cynical?” Aizawa finished. Everyone’s eyes trained on him to which he passively shrugged. “What? He needed a word, I gave him one.” 

Keigo was irked at his friends’ assumptions about him, especially Fatgum. So what if he felt this way? So what if he liked his freedom and his sex? So what if he jumped from relationship to relationship to avoid thinking about you and being alone? It was no one’s business but his. “I’m just being honest,” he scoffed, downing his third beer of the night. 

“And I get that!” Fatgum replied, putting his hands up in defense. Sensing that his friend was feeling attacked, he put a hand on Keigo’s shoulder. “You’re totally entitled to feel how you feel, Keigo. And you’re right: you’re young, attractive, wealthy, and the second most popular pro in Japan. You’ve got brand deals, international fame…you’re the total package! A complete bachelor.” 

Keigo cringed slightly, not sure if he liked being called that. “But one day, all of this ain’t gonna be enough for you,” Fatgum continued a soft look in his eyes. “You’re gonna want something different. Someone who you can trust to love you and not judge you to share your life with.”

He squeezed Keigo’s shoulder, and Keigo felt like he was getting advice from his father. “Trust me; those bachelor days don’t last forever, my friend.” 

That night after going home to his penthouse, his relationships with you and Sakura sat on Keigo’s tipsy, fuzzy mind. Even as he sits here now, waiting for his girlfriend to finish up, he reflects on them heavily. While both have their fair share of positives, he also knows he could never have what he has with you with Sakura. 

He’s known you since middle school! Since the days of acne, schoolyard fights, and other adolescent cringe. You know him inside and out: all the ugly; the bad; the flaws that make him Keigo. You know of his hurts and pains; the childhood trauma that sometimes has him waking up in the middle of the night; the insecurities he has in himself that sometimes get him down. Plus, you understand the difficulties, horrors, and uncertainties that come with being a pro.

You understand why he stays away from romance and steers clear from falling in love. Sakura could never understand any of this, and he is sure if he tries to explain any of this to her, it’d turn her away for good. 

“Keigo?” 

Keigo jumps, nearly having a heart attack at the sound of Sakura standing in his bedroom. She’s dressed in a pale pink sundress that pairs well with her hair which cascades down her back in waves. She looks like a beautiful, pink angel wearing sandals and with lips that remind Keigo of berries.  “You alright?” she questions, worry in her eyes; those eyes like the cleanest, purest waters. 

Quickly, he stands and clears his throat. No time to reflect on his future and lament his love life. He has a wedding to go to. “Yeah,” he assures her with a smile. As if throwing him a bone, his phone dings, signaling the arrival of the car he ordered twenty minutes ago. “Good, the car is around the corner. We should head downstairs.” 

He goes to Sakura and wraps an arm around her lower waist. He presses a kiss to her lips, breathing in her scent of rose-scented perfume. “You look amazing, by the way. Maybe those two hours in the bathroom were what you needed.”

Sakura laughs and nudges him as they venture down the winding staircase to catch their ride. 

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Fatgum and Haruko’s wedding reception is thrown in downtown Musutafu at the largest park in the city.

When Keigo gets out of the car and helps Haruko out of the backseat, he can see his friend broke his bank for the occasion. During wedding rehearsals (which occurred a week before the wedding and Fatgum’s bachelor party), their chosen portion of the park wasn’t yet decorated or littered with guests. But now, the place looks like something out of a damn Disney movie. 

A trail of white satin leads to the area under a canopy of trees winded with fairy lights where the bride and groom will soon stand in front of seats reserved for specific guests from the front to the back.

A few yards away, and a walk away from the park’s parking lot, are the bar, bathrooms, and dance floor littered with white table-clothed tables and chairs for after the wedding reception. Among all of that are rolling hills of freshly cut, green grass and gazebos that will make for great photos. A few white tents litter the area as well, two of which Keigo is sure are reserved for the bride and groom. 

When Keigo and Sakura walk into the wedding hand-in-hand, people are already setting up. A live band sets up their instruments while the priest stands at his post, reading over his lines. Guests are busy finding their seats, among them being fellow pro heroes, Fatgum’s and Haruko’s family and friends outside of the hero industry, and some UA students Keigo recognizes. 

He instantly sees Ejriou Kirishima and Tamaji Amijiki, Fatgum’s prodigies. He winks at the two UA students, earning an overly-excited wave from Kiri in his suit while Tamaki looks like he wishes he wasn’t there. Off to the side near the punch bowls, Hitoshi Shinso is kneeling in front of little Eri, Aizawa and Mic’s daughter, fixing up her dress littered with blooming flowers as she giggles. 

“Let’s get a drink,” Keigo suggests to Sakura to which she agrees. As they walk over to the mini bar for water or maybe a soda, Keigo is immediately ambushed by his friends. Yu aka Mt. Lady, in her normal form, practically runs over to them in a flowing purple dress and her creamy blonde hair tied in a French braid. “Heeey!” she sing-songs, already tipsy with champagne. “There’s my favorite couple!” 

She throws herself at them, nearly breaking Keigo’s neck. “You say that about every couple you know, Yu,” he grunts while Sakura giggles, hugging her back. Yu pouts. “Well, I can’t help that I love love!” she protests. “Baby, tell Keigo to stop bullying me!” 

On cue, Nemuri aka Ms. Midnight steps into the scene with her beautiful and busty self. She decided to go for a nice cobalt blue dress with a slit at the thigh while her hair is pinned back into a curly updo. “My, look at the sights here,” she purrs playfully. She gives Sakura a hug. “You look absolutely amazing, darling. That dress goes with your hair so much.”

Sakura blushes, happy with the compliment. Nemuri smirks at Keigo, a hand on her hip. “Hawks, you’re looking quite dapper today. I’m not used to seeing you without your goggles or a box of fried chicken in your hands.” 

Keigo raises a brow at her, wondering why she wants violence so early in the day. “And I see you ditched the kinky collar for today’s festivities,” he retorts, nodding at her neck. “That’s sayin’ you didn’t bring it with you.” 

“Oh, we did!” Yu says a little too loudly. “Nemuri insisted we take it with us for later.” Nemuri’s face turns as pink as Sakura’s hair while Keigo gives a big, bellied laugh, leaning back as he does. “Alright, alright, take that horny shit somewhere else,” Rumi grumbles, stepping over to shoo the two women away. Yu sticks her tongue out at the bunny hero, but leaves with Nemuri anyway, a hand on her waist. 

Rumi eyes Keigo and Sakura, a playful smirk on her face adorned in soft makeup for the occasion. She went for a one-shouldered red dress that stops just above her muscular thighs and pumps that make her much taller than Keigo. But even with her normal height, the girl is an amazon. “Well, fancy seein’ you two here.” 

“You too, cottontail,” Keigo replies, giving her that same sly smirk. “Where’s your date at?” Rumi gets a devilish look in her eyes as she sips her glass of champagne. “Oh, I’ll be findin’ her after the reception.”  

“And you call Yu and Nemuri horny,” he scoffs. Sakura suddenly taps him on the shoulder, pointing at a nearby outhouse. “Keigo, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick before the reception starts.”

He nods and they share a short kiss before he watches her walk away. Rumi watches her too before her eyes tick back to Keigo. “She looks really nice today. Surprised you even let us see her.” She chuckles despite Keigo’s eye roll. “Y’know, for a while, I thought she wasn’t real.” 

“Gimme that,” Keigo grumbles, snatching the champagne glass from her and taking a sip. He wasn’t planning on drinking so early, but he might have to. “Anyway, where’s your roomie? If you’re here, ain’t she here too?” 

He looks for you among the guests, figuring you might be with Rei. “She’s runnin’ late for some reason,” Rumi explains. Keigo scowls at her in confusion and she passively shrugs, crossing her muscular arms. “Kenji came over when I left early to help with decorations, I dunno. Maybe call the girl and find out.” 

Keigo almost doesn’t want to. He has a feeling you’re late for a reason. Maybe you and Rei are fighting? Does he have to pull up and beat some ass, he wonders? Before he can contemplate calling, one of the wedding organizers hurries over to him and Rumi.

“There you are!” he sighs in relief. “We’re gonna start setting up for the reception, so we need you with the other best men.” Keigo winks at Rumi before sauntering off. “Duty calls!” he yells to her over his shoulder. “See you later on the floor!” 

Quickly, he is whisked over to the reception area where most of the guests are seated and the band is readying to begin. When he shows up with the other best men, most of them being pros that he knows, he claps his hand with Fatgum and congratulates him on soon being a married man which Fatgum, in his suit, nearly cries about (the man is very emotional). Afterward, he stands at his post with the others while the bridesmaids face them from the other side where Haruko will soon be. 

Taking advantage of the freedom he has now, he slides his phone out of his pocket and calls you. You don’t pick up on the first ring which is unusual for you unless you’re at work. So Keigo immediately knows something is up. 

You pick up on the fourth ring. “Hello?” you answer, sounding less than pleased. Hearing your biting tone, warning alarms begin to blare in Keigo’s head. Maybe he really will have to beat some ass. Where’s Dabi at today? Maybe he’d be able to help Keigo bust some ass if he the pro can successfully bribe the warden. 

“Hey, where you at?” he whispers into the phone before he can get any other murderous thoughts. “The wedding is starting soon.” You sigh in frustration, making his stomach roil anxiously. “Rei lost his wallet, so we’re gonna be late,” you explain in a huff. “Just save me a seat at the bar when it ends. And take pictures.” 

Though Keigo is disappointed in the outcome of things so far, he promises to do so and hangs up before the wedding can start. It does so about fifteen minutes later. As soon as the band begins their rendition of “Here Comes the Bride”, Keigo’s stomach drops and he stands rigid as if he’s the one getting married.

Fatgum stands with the priest, his hands folded behind his back and trying to appear calm, but Keigo can see that the man is sweating through his suit. Eri comes out in her cute, frilly dress and sprinkles flowers along the floor before she’s scooped up by Aizawa and is sat down in one of the guest chairs. 

Then, finally, Haruko enters with her father, locked arm in arm. The guests stand and turn to the bridge, watching as she waltzes in wearing her flowing white dress adorned in lace and holding a bouquet of red roses that match her waves of red hair. She walks slowly, taking her sweet time. 

But as she does, Keigo notices something: while everyone’s eyes are on her, including Fatgum, her eyes stay strictly transfixed on her soon-to-be-husband, her stare never breaking for a moment. It is as if he is the only one in the room to her. No one else matters. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he hears one of the guests whisper to the other. 

He blinks and suddenly, he is not looking at Haruko in her wedding dress, but at you. You stand there, glowing and radiant in white, your pretty brown eyes staring up at him as you stand together in front of the priest, ready to become one. 

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself with a soft smile. ‘She absolutely is.’ 

[blucassiopeia]

Vanilla Twilight

ー requested by anon!

warnings: angst, mentions of su!c!de, freak accidents, depression and moving on

a/n: um, anon, and all, i don't know if you can enjoy this but have fun reading! but don't let this piece confuse you, but it's okay to be confused, just ask me wink wink

listen to the song

Osamu remembered the frantic airport staffs, inaudible yellings, running around and incessant radio communication. He can just make up a little but got no clue what was happening.

Osamu remembered the cute giggles of the 5-yr-old twins, a reaction from a silly-faced Tetsurou that he wished he took a picture from to laugh at with the others later that evening.

And you. Osamu remembered your laughters, eliciting from the giggles of your twins, wrapping your arms around your 3-yr-old toddler dressed in Hawaiian shirt seated on your lap. He remembered that he grumbled at the thought that the six of you are seated on a bench just off the waiting area of the Okinawa airport and wearing the same Hawaiian outfits as a pun. He remembered he tried not to blame you for his outfit because you were very attractive in your sundress to blame at.

And thenー

And then, he achingly remembered you crying so hard, a face he and Tetsurou worked so hard to erase from you after being widowed exactly a year ago. You cried after hearing something so illogical for him to also process as he walked with the airport staff to wherever they are taking him.

He remembered bombarding the GC until someone anyone replies something, anything. Much to his dismay, the ones who replied are not with the others. He was shaking, kept guided by the staffs as they enter a frantic room. Some of them shot their eyes on Osamu and he remembered someone whimpered from the side but he didn't cared.

"Sir? Can you confirm things for us?" He remembered he heard a lady talking to him, asking. He nodded so absentmindedly as he stared at his phone, constantly dinging and ringing.

"The one flight you're waiting for is JP3749 from Tokyo to Okinawa flight time 8:45 - 10:30am, is that correct?" He nodded, eyes still in his phone. He remembered he didn't wanna look anyone in the eyes.

"It is a chartered commercial plane and you know everyone on board except for the crew, am I correct sir?"

He remembered shaking at the question. "Is my brother okay?" was the first question he administered to the staffs. It was hoarse, from pending tears and nervousness and anxiety dwelling from within.

"We have the list of the passengers listed from Haneda Airport. We need you to confirm it."

And a clump of paper was issued on his sight, across the table. He remembered he first recognized Yuu's name, followed by Koushi's and the list went on. His eyes scanned it fast.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Hirugami Fukuro

Hoshiumi Korai

Kageyama Tobio

Meian Shugo

Kita Shinsuke

Hinata Shoyo

Suna Rintaro

Miya Atsumu

Heisuke Riseki

Akaashi Keiji

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Yamamoto Taketora

Kozume Kenma

Tsukishima Akiteru

Tsukishima Saeko

Tsukishima Daiki

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Tanaka Kiyoko

The list was still long but his eyes were glued at his brother's name. He remembered blinking so hard, tapping so hard on the desk, shallow breaths, his shaking thighs and falling tears. He remembered wishing he was only dreaming.

"Rescue teams? Are the rescue teams going? Please take me. My brother's in there."

"The airline provided a rescue team, they're maybe en route the crash site, off the coast of Miyazaki."

He remembered asking for more rescue teams but they said they still have to assess the situation. What the fuck, he remembered cursing under his breaths, growling at them for more rescue teams. His friends, his brother needs every rescue personnel right at that moment. He remembered begging on his knees for help, on taking him there if it is what it takes, anything he can do to help save everyone, anyone, especially his brother.

He remembered convincing himself that they are well, and they had a good crash if ever any crash was good and they're just not answering their phones because it's in flight mode probably. But the anxiousness he's feeling was off the charts.

He remembered the stinging sun and the wild August waves of Miyazaki and how he wished he had a picture of you to calm him down while heading to the actual crash site in a speedboat. He left you with Tetsurou and the kids in Okinawa, to peel you away from the anxiousness as remotely as possible though he knows that won't help. He remembered and regretted, he should've stayed with you instead.

He remembered his mom waiting for him in the port area where the rescue teams are gathering and he ignored her, still can't find the right words to say, and maybe a big bit guilty for dodging something like this alone. He remembered he stared at her eyes, promising to take his brother home, to which he knew was impossible now, but he had to at least try. His brother was his everything, though sometimes they may bicker but he loved him more than anything.

Six weeks in and still got a quarter of the bodies to recover. He remembered that for every body he saw and recognized, he prayed his brother was just alive and off a beach somewhere, keeping his silly smile intact. Every body he sees and recognizes, he cries for forgiveness and wishes to the stars for anything to quell his unsurmountable despair.

Thenー

Then, he remembered seeing his shirt floating way off the crash site. He remembered jumping to the water, the yells of the rescuers far off behind him. He remembered grabbing it, paddling and crying, hugging it and whirling his head in search for the owner. He remembered diving, to which the rescuers forcefully grabbed him out of the water, scolding him but he didn't care. He was holding his brother's tattered shirt. He knew it's his, he has a matching dark one to which Atsumu gifted him three Christmas ago.

His world fell into pieces.

He can't remember the trip back to Okinawa, but he remembered wishing he was dead like what the others assumed the other quarter still missing. He remembered them assuming they must've been blown up due to the explosion of the fuselage of the plane, he can't listen to them anymore.

He remembered you, crying infront of him, begging for some good news but Osamu just hanged his head low in tears to which you cried your heart out with the others he didn't remember. He remembered the news declaring there are no survivors and how the country grieved for the young lives taken, for the still budding small families of Tadashi, Akiteru, Keiji.. how the Japanese Volleyball Association grieved for all the volleyball players, the bests among the generation. The world grieved with them, but he didn't care much of their sympathy.

He remembered you sleeping in his arms after a long day of crying, him waking up to your sobs and he kisses your head so tenderly to somehow comfort you but he knew he can't ever take the pain away, as much as it can't do to his. He remembered hugging you tight and letting you cry until you both fell asleep.

Then.. he remembered waking up at 2am, without you in his arms. He remembered searching for you in the bed and on the floor, only to find a closed but lit bathroom. He remembered dozing again to sleep. He remembered letting Tetsurou punch his guts out and yelling after Osamu saw your figure sprawled on the cold floor of the bathroom, blood covered the floor, already dried from your wrists. He remembered kneeling and begging for you to wake up, and Kenjiro dragging him away from your body to check some life outta you.

He remembered Kenjiro crying, padding your cold wrist and temples for signs of pulse, and yelled for an ambulance.

He remembered your kids crying.

He remembered that the already shattered world he has just shattered a bit more, now to dust and got blown by the August dry winds.

He remembered praying hard to the stars for one more chance.

He remembered praying hard, asking for a replay so maybe he can change what'll happen.

He remembered praying, crying hard to the dawn skies.

His reminiscing was cutted off by a very familiar giggle and he can't help but smile.

"Chamuuuu~"

He turned his head to face your daughter, Hinata, running towards his sitting self on the beach, basking in the vanilla twilight. She was followed by a bullying Tetsurou and your sons, Takeshi and Mitsuki.

Hinata quickly sat on Osamu's lap and stared at his face, and immediately frowned, wiping dried tears off his cheeks. Osamu kissed her little hands and stared at your face in her face, a spitting image of her mother.

"Let's go. Doc Daisuke is already here to pick us up."

Osamu kissed Hinata's cheek to which she giggled again, her golden-hair blending to the pastel colors of the skies. He stood on his feet and picked her up, huffing as he took one last look of the shore you should've seen. He wishes you're here, wishes you're all here to witness this spectacle.

"I bet they're somehow glad we are still alive and kicking." Tetsurou mused as he too stared at the twilight, achingly slow on turning to a light blue hue.

You might've never known when you're still alive, that Osamu loves you, but he wonders that now you're in a much better place and looking after them, do you realize it? Of how he just wanted you to be happy even if it took a big toll on him? Of how your death, his last thread holding up his happiness, snapped in just one moment unannounced?

Maybe. And maybe he can move forward. It won't be the same anymore but as long as he don't forget his lost friends, his brother, you, it'll suffice, the memory will suffice. For as long as he thinks about you, he won't feel so alone. His vast feelings for the ones he has lost is as the ocean and it will keep him alive and moving.

He felt Hinata snuggle on the crook of his neck, and God he wished it was you. "Chamuu~ cold."

"Okay, let's go."

Maybe it's not so bad to stitch back his happiness, with the memories he won't dare forget, to the new ones he'll achieve soon, and to the new people he'll meet, and to the ones that remained, that you had left him.

"I'll reopen Onigiri Miya. What will you do, Tetsurou?"

"Open a volleyball clinic for the kids. Yuki will help after she retires from figure skating in two months, everyone left will help."

"I'm thinking of Fukurodani to be their school, can we finance it?"

"Doc Takashi and Doc Akaashi is going all out for the kids, don't worry."

And before Osamu knew it, they're heading back to mainland Japan after one and a half long year, Okinawa far behind, and plans for the future waiting for him to get signed.

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

[negrowhat]

Hi!!! Random question, what are like your favorite scenes that you like to go back and watch?

Hello anon! GREAT QUESTION! I'm assuming you mean BLs since that is 75% of my content lol. Let's talk about it!

Most recently, the can tab scene from the last ep of Ghost Host Ghost House. IDK I just love it a lot. It really solidified Pluem's importance to Kevin. Pluem was so shook to see it and him saying, "So you missed me as much as I missed you?" GAWD THAT REALLY MESSED ME UP IN THE BEST WAY!

The beloved "Ah Xu" "Lao Wen" scene from ep 12 (?) of Word of Honor. It was just ridiculously romantic. It sparked some of the best gifsets on this site too. It's such a simple scene but given the context and undertones it holds so much weight for WenZhou and us.

Justin confronting Ethan for cheating on him in Queer as Folk. I couldn't stand Ethan's ass to begin with so for many reasons I really enjoyed their breakup scene. But Randy's acting in that scene was so great, between him shredding his hands on the roses and the way his voice kept cracking. *chef's kiss*

The big Golden Core reveal in The Untamed. Honestly one of the best scenes in the entire series. I had to applaud Wen Ning for setting Jiang Cheng straight. Also the absolute heartbreak in Lan Wangji's eyes as he cried over Wuxian's exhausted passed out body. The way Jiang Cheng's world came crashing down. It was perfection.

In Why R U, Fighter waking up in Tutor's arms and saying how nice it felt to be babied for once. Fighter is a really, really lonely boy and he felt very protected and loved in Tutor's embrace and I rewatched that scene a thousand times. It is so freaking sweet and soft.

Gav and Cai's first real kiss on Gameboys the Series. The way I cry every single time I watch that scene. It was a perfect scene especially with Ngayon playing as they beautifully cry their eyes out and kiss. UGH MY FUCKING HEART. CaiReel are so special to me in general.

Yoo Han revealing his face blindness to Yeon Woo in Color Rush. It's my absolute favorite scene in that series. It just put so many pieces together for the series. THEY WERE LITERALLY MADE FOR EACH OTHER! THEY COMPLETED EACH OTHER!

The 'Daddy' scene in Love in The Air....I don't think I need to explain why...

Win getting jealous of his bestie trying to get close to Tops at the Halloween party in Ingredients the Series. He was just so absolutely petty to his own friend. Tops wasn't even checking for ole boy. He was so into Win that he could barely focus on the conversation with Dome. Win rolling up the window in the man's face was just the best thing ever and his lil shy ass cheek peck! I WAS SCREAMING!

Lastly from Takumi-kun, Gii finding out about Takumi's tragic childhood. I don't want to trigger anyone so I won't say what it was but his parents are trash and his brother was disgusting and Takumi went through a lot that caused a phobia of human touch. Anyways, Gii was clearly affected by what he learned and all he could do was hug his boyfriend tightly and listen to him talk.

THIS WAS SO FUN ANON! I love getting asks like these!

[beinggayisreallyexpensive]

I had weird and unique stress dreams ALL NIGHT. In one I was about to miss a train and I had a short window of time to rebook the ticket for another date and the site kept crashing on my phone. Yes I was literally dreaming about tech issues. At one point I got the new ticket booked for a later time but the people I was with still made me miss it AGAIN. Then there was another dream where I FORGOT my childhood dog on a fucking bus stop bench?? But my brother found her and brought her to me (in a reusable shopping bag for some reason? Lmao). She was also a puppy in my dream. I also was in my old neighbourhood and walked into my old building at one point but I didnt go up into my old apartment. Was at least nice to not have moving/packing dreams or that one where I'm going up a really steep hill for once.

[clericofshadows]

 (2 out of 3 profiles, ask away if you want to know more about my canon shep!)

REGIS LUCIAN SHEPARD (ME2 PROFILE)

Gender: Male, uses He/Him pronouns

Sexuality: Gay

Love Interest: Kaidan Alenko (with preservice history)

Background: Spacer (But has a very distant relationship with his mother)

Psych Profile: Ruthless

Morality: 90% Renegade, 10% Paragon

Keeps and embraces the “Renegade” scars.

Class: Sentinel with Sniper specialization

Combat Style: Perhaps even more dirty than before.  Self-serving, every man for himself.  Violent, ruthless, quick headshots and disabling attacks, straight to the point.  Here to get the mission done, no time for crew relationships out on the field.  Follow his orders or get the hell off his ship.

Implant: Somehow, they were able to replicate his L2m into an improved model.  Lesser migraines, but the insomnia is arguably worse.

Birthday: February 9, 2151 (34)

Order of Recruitment: Kasumi, Zaeed, Mordin, Garrus, Jack, Grunt, Tali, Samara, Thane

Cerberus Opinion: Extremely low, insults/finds ways to fuck them over at every opportunity at all possible.

Thoughts on being brought back to life: Feels violated, even more so by knowing that Liara was the one that did it, that she withheld his dog tags from Kaidan and the Alliance, hell even his mother, that she ultimately was the one that brought him to Cerberus’s claws.  (He also broke the case she kept his armor in, and was nearly sick when he saw it)

Overlord Decision: Ended project, punched Archer in the face, David sent to the Academy.

Arrival Decision: Completed, tried to warn the system before detonation.

Shadow Broker: Assists, but ultimately does not approve of Liara being the Shadow Broker

Collector Base: Destroyed, taunting TIM with his decision.

More details under the cut about crew relationships/loyalty/suicide mission/other thoughts.

Kasumi: Told her to destroy the greybox.  Loyal.

Zaeed: Was able to save both workers and go after Vido.  Loyal.

Miranda: Shot Niket.  Loyal

Jack: Did not kill Aresh.  Loyal.

Jacob: Father is taken into Alliance custody.  Loyal.

Grunt: Completed rite, killed Thresher Maw.  Loyal.

Mordin: Saved data but killed Maelon.  Loyal.

Samara: Killed Morinth, was not able to be controlled by her.  Loyal.

Thane: Shepard shot Jorim, Thane and Kolyat reunite.  Loyal.

Tali: Rallied the crowd, Tali was not guilty.  Loyal.  Also, he sent Veetor with her and had Kal’Reegar stand down.

Legion: Destroyed Heretic Geth. Loyal.

Garrus: This one is the biggest deviation from canon, but since Regis did not recruit Garrus in ME1, there’s a different dynamic between the two.  Regis tried to convince Garrus to not take the shot, but he still found an opportune moment to kill Sidonis.  Not Loyal.

Regis typically brings Zaeed, Kasumi, Mordin, Samara, Thane, Tali, Legion, or Grunt on missions, depending on the situation.  After the loyalty missions are completed, he starts to bring Jacob and Miranda along, but still doesn’t entirely trust them.  He brings Jack along more often, but keeps Garrus benched as much as possible.  

Closest with Zaeed, Mordin, Samara, Thane, and Tali.  Keeps the Cerberus members at a far distance, but does have a mutual understanding that might one day lead to trust.

He installed all Normandy upgrades and had a drink with Chakwas.

Chose to not visit the SR-1 Crash Site.

He has a low opinion of the Yeoman assigned to him and of most of the Cerberus crew.  Appreciates knowing that he has an ally in Joker and Chakwas, and enjoys having EDI on board.

As far as Horizon goes... Regis did not take Anderson’s stonewalling well, managed to get in contact with Kaidan using an old private server of theirs, and convinced him to meet up with Regis either at the Citadel or Omega.  Kaidan being in Terminus chose Omega, managing to secure enough leave for the trip.  They reunite, but things are strained until Regis shows him as much data as he could get about his resurrection.  They rekindle their relationship, and there are no hard feelings on Horizon.  Kaidan even gets the heads up that biotics can repel the swarms, so he was able to lend assistance to Regis’s crew (Mordin and Zaeed).  Kaidan stays with the Alliance, but with the comfort of knowing that Regis is alive and still himself.  (I love the angst, I love the VS not backing down, but dammit this is my canon lol).

Suicide Mission: Garrus is not loyal, but Regis sends him with the crew to get back to the ship. He survives. No casualties.

[lexstellaris]

ngl kinda glad I hadn't nuked my twitter accounts yet bc I wanted to make sure I could chase up contact info for everyone I care about, and now I get to see how quickly it's imploding holy fuck.

I am actually sad to see it die this quickly. I've been on there since 2009 when a bunch of my lj friends decided to join and follow each other. Those people are still the people I want to keep in touch with the most now that twitter is dying.

I've seen some ppl be like, you're overreacting! It's not gonna die! Well, maybe not tomorrow, or next week, but like, at a certain point, there just literally won't be enough staff with enough knowledge or skills to keep the business operating at any capacity. It's just a numbers game at that point. Maybe it'll be a week or two before something crashes and it can't be restored properly. But you can't gut like potentially 90% of the workforce and expect things to still function normally. There just aren't enough people left, and the implosion has been SO PUBLIC that they'll have a hard time recruiting for replacements. They're fucked.

Twitter was the only social media platform where it just worked for my brain in way facebook or insta or anywhere else never really did. tho I will say, tumblr didn't work for me the first time round bc I tried to do Religion on there and it's really, really not the platform for that at all. So I won't be doing any religious posting here. I'll save that for dreamwidth. Follow me over there if that's your kinda scene.

The weird thing is, I ended up following such a diverse range of people on twitter that deciding who I wanted to keep in touch with outside of twitter has proved an interesting decision. I'm surprising myself with who I care about enough to follow, and who I'm prepared to let go.

There are things I'm definitely not going to miss about twitter though, and even a few days off the site has freed my brain for so many other things. I think, much as I will miss it, that ultimately twitter had become bad for my brain and I needed to kick it to stop myself incessantly checking it every five minutes.

There is a lot I will miss though. It was a good place, when it wanted to be, in the right corners. There were so many people I found that I wouldn't have otherwise. It had a great sense of community for marginalised folks that's not really easy to replicate anywhere else, because it was such a central meeting place. Everyone is scattering now, and so are those communities.

Also one of the primary reasons I came here and not mastodon was the shitposting lmao. This place is just more me. And I don't feel anywhere near as much pressure to market and brand myself as I did on twitter. I can just be a feral fucko over here and that's perfectly fine. And I think coming back for fandom rather than religion has been a much better decision. I feel the culture and how I fit into it a lot better and it doesn't feel weird. It feels comfy, like I should have been here the whole time, but came for the wrong reasons and gave up on it.

Is tumblr perfect? No. Am I gonna disconnect myself from a bunch of ppl I got news from and kept up to date on important stuff? Yeah. But I realise now I don't actually need a constant flood of information into my head, and much as I'll miss twitter, it's much more peaceful in my head without it.

Besides, I've been through this kinda site migration so many times already that I'm not THAT sad about it, even though it does suck to lose contact with so many ppl. Ahh well. Time to rebuild communities again and enjoy going back to smaller niche spaces again where I don't feel so Publicly Perceived as I did on twitter.

[first-only]

I have a couple of questions, if that's alright

Why is your avatar a volcano? I mean, volcanoes are rad as fuck, but is there any meaning behind it?

Why are you called first-only? I feel like you might have explained this before, but I don't remember it. My best guess is that it's an old fandom related reference that I'm too young to get lol

Thanks x

hi! thank you! i like talking abt my presence on this webbed site lol<3

it's a volcano from a still from this gifset ! and yes volcanoes rad, and like i love the coloring of this particular set - purple/violet and red and smoke, fire, a black base i just really really love the coloring. i mean ofc there's more, i used to just grab a pic of my current fave from recurring fandoms, but since ive kinda leaned up on Popular fandoms i like i decided on something more universal that i can keep for longer. aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnd its also kinda sorta symbolic of the way i think of/the aesthetic of my apparently all time forever otp never leaving my head (mcreyes 😩) so thats a nice bonus lol. this particular pic is a nice merge of a reference to that + my own aesthetic so i chose it!

first-only was the name of the first ever blog i made on this website, i chose it bc i swore i would never participate in social media back then (i mean i never strayed /too/ far from that promise) but i wanted to follow friends and artists that were moving as a mass exodus on here so i was like this is the first and only socmed accnt im ever making EVER!! so this kinda inspired my choice of words lol. i did change it up once i got more into tumblr in particular but i did save the url. after my old main crashed and burned (partially due to tumblr censoring it in the weirdest most unusuable way even tho it was never nsfw, and partially due to the fact this was kinda at the rise of antis so there was.. A Lot of conflict and i kinda just left tumblr at 99% and just looked at some animal pics here and stuff) i decided to come back with to this side blog (originally a 'secret' reylo blog lmao) with the name i kept for so long, both as a memento to the start and as a promise to myself to never let it get as bad for my mental as it did before.

[twentysomethinginorlando]

Yo if you’re here for dinosaur content you can just skip this one.

A couple months ago, my husband was in a horrible car crash. He walked away, but it was a hit and run. They never found the guy.

I’m disabled if you’re unaware. Walking distances isn’t really my thing. But I was a mile from the crash site, I had an iPhone notification the love of my life was in a traumatic car crash, and he wasn’t answering the phone. I got myself there. I hurt myself doing it but I made it.

News was out before I even got to the hospital because people we knew drove by and saw him. Next thing I knew I had dozens of messages flooding my inbox with people saying they wanted to help, people generally freaking out, and saying they were on their way.

Look thats great and all, but it resulted in me spending the rest of the day managing everyone else’s feelings. Not mine. Not my husband’s. Everyone wanted a job, wanted to feel helpful and important. I just wanted to fall apart in peace. I managed to delegate jobs that could be done, and took off with the least likely to annoy me person to accomplish the thing I -had- to do.

I had a melt down in the ten minutes I was at CVS waiting for the pharmacist to come back from lunch. That was all I got.

In the days that followed, I didn’t know who to ask so I had to make social media posts for the things we needed help with. It was slow going and awkward and I hated every second. Everyone means it when they say they’ll help. Everyone means well. But fuck, I have four people driving to my house I didn’t ask for and I just need a lift to MY car. And don’t get me started on our fucking parents.

I still have all this stress and trauma I haven’t processed. And I feel guilty because why should I be stressed? I wasn’t in a horrible accident. It didn’t happen to me. This isn’t about me. It’s about him.

It didn’t hit me that maybe it wasn’t so selfish until I was telling a customer who knew he liked the same band as my husband about the crash.

This man stopped dead in the middle of our convo to go, “How are you doing with all that?”

I didn’t have an answer. I still don’t. Not well is probably accurate.

I was telling two of my regulars about it because they’d never seen my mobility device (again, hurt myself!) and they were just like oh god are YOU okay?

No, no I’m not.

This all probably sounds bitter and ungrateful. Its not. A lot of people also came through in the days after the crash, kept us fed so we didn’t have to stress. I’m just so tired of not sleeping two months later.

[arctichalo]

it took 1.5 hours, two people, two phones and a laptop, a few tears, a bucketload of anxiety and about a thousand swear words

but i got my harry tickets 😭

[navybrat817]

Overtime

Pairings: Jake Jensen x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Late nights with Jake Jensen and Bucky Barnes pay off. Word Count: Over 1.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, slight feels, dirty talking, Hacker Jensen and Bucky (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: A fic for Sinday. Feeling a bit disheartened lately, I remembered one of the reasons why I love to write. I also remembered how important creator content is. They inspire and bring joy to so many. They deserve thanks. Banner created by yours truly, but Jensen and Bucky edits and credit go to @nix-akimbo​! Without you, I wouldn’t have Invisible Ink. This fic is for you!  Beta read by the wonderful @eurynome827​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely!

This is also not to be confused with the other Hacker Bucky I have in the works. I can have both. 

I do not consent to have my work posted on any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission. 18+ Please!!! By reading this, you agree that you are at least 18 years old. Please reblog, like and comment if you wish. Enjoy, lovelies!

Getting lost in work was a normal thing for you. It wasn't done on purpose. You took your job seriously and had a hard time saying "no" when given more to do. So, naturally, when Jake Jensen and Bucky Barnes asked you to help with a project, you easily caved. 

It had nothing to do with the fact that they specifically asked for you. It also wasn't because of Jensen and his motormouth. Or the sideways smirk he gave you when you paid attention to his rambling. And it absolutely wasn't for Bucky and his calm energy. Or that million watt smile when he called you "doll". Nope. Your crush on these men was just that. A crush. 

But you knew something was up when the project kept extending, even when you were certain everything was perfect. They always had an excuse for why you had to stick around and promised to make it up to you. It was usually in the form of your favorite meals and drinks randomly appearing on your desk or impromptu happy hours. Until tonight.

You weren't sure if it was the growing tension that made them snap or the casual comment you threw in that you couldn't remember the last time you were properly fucked. The men exchanged a long look before Bucky nodded. Jensen shot out of his chair and practically pounced on you like a madman. It happened so fast you didn't even have time to process what was about to happen.

You whined when his lips crashed against yours. You half expected a timid kiss from the man, but it was a clash of teeth and tongue as he pulled you closer. Your nails dug into his biceps before you heard something rip. Jesus, he tore your shirt in half. 

"Sorry," he rasped as it fell away, his hands fumbling to get your bra off. You reached back and helped him, pulling it down your arms and tossing it away. "I'll buy you a new shirt. A whole wardrobe if you want."

"Such a romantic," Bucky smirked, shifting some of the stuff on your desk around before taking a seat. 

"I don't care about the shirt," you lied as he pushed your leggings and underwear down as far as he could. 

"Liar. You wear that once a week," he argued as he turned you around and bent you over… right across from where Bucky sat.

Your silhouette was lit dimly by the moonlight peeking in through the office window. The grip on the desk felt strong enough to snap it in two, but you did your best to stay still as your body was explored by Jensen's mouth and hands. You imagined on multiple occasions being bent over a desk by both men, but didn't expect it to happen. When was the last time you felt such a need like this?

Bucky leaned back in his chair lazily as he watched the show. There was nothing casual though about the tent in his tight pants. Or the wild look in his eyes. He looked like a wolf ready to swallow you whole when you gasped. God, Jensen had his fingers inside you and it wasn't enough. 

"Jesus, Buck. She's so tight. Keeps sucking my fingers back in," he said quickly as his long digits stretched and probed you, using his foot to gently push your feet apart more. "Wonder if I could get my whole fist in here to loosen her up."

"You're not fisting her tonight."

"I am right here," you groaned, your body responding to the intimate touch. He was right. Your walls kept clamping around him, wanting more. "So I get to decide what I want."

"Sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I'm just excited. God, you have a pretty pussy. You're so wet and that's all for us."

"Dream come true for him, doll. Hasn't shut up about you since we all met."

"I can't help it. You're so… beautiful and smart," he said almost shyly, which was ironic considering he was buried up to his knuckles inside you. It made you smile before you moaned, your nipples aching as you pressed against the surface more. "And don't listen to him. He has hearts written around your name in his little notebook."

Bucky snarled as he leaned up and now you were curious to see if that was true. "Jesus, Jensen. You gonna fuck her or are you on vacation?"

"Just making sure you're ready."

"I'm ready. I'm so fucking-"

Your words were lost when Bucky leaned over, taking possession of your mouth. Unlike Jensen's frenzied kiss, his was a slow exploration with his tongue. He held the back of your head so he could take all the time he wanted. When he finally released you, you tried to chase his lips. 

"You sure about that?" he smirked.

Was he kidding? "Yes! Jesus, fuck! I'm clean. I'm on the pill. I flirted with you both for weeks. I wore my cutest outfits. I took this stupid project for… Oh, fuck!"

You felt something large push at your entrance, making your eyes go wide. Jensen must have undressed enough to release himself when you were silenced with that kiss. You were pulled back as his cock surged into you, filling and stretching you as a cry rang out. You didn't know you could be that loud from a single thrust.

"Jesus fucking Christ, this is heaven. Did you know that? I swear, it's divine. How the fuck am I supposed to get any work done knowing how you feel around my cock? Buck, you'll be addicted. I know it."

You moved an arm so you could smother your cries, but a strong hand clamped down to stop you. "Bucky…"

"Don't you fucking dare. You be as loud as you want. No one else is here," he said in a low voice, making you shiver. Once he was satisfied that you wouldn't move, he got comfortable and unbuckled his pants. You licked your lips instinctively when he took himself out. You wanted to lick every inch of him. "Your mouth looks so inviting… but I think I want to see if your pussy is as good as he says it is."

"Not until I'm done. You wait your turn. Tell him."

You moaned at the slight possession in his normally friendly tone. You would have preened if you were standing upright. "Wait your turn."

Bucky wrapped his metal hand around himself with a chuckle and you thought your brain shorted out. He said more than once that he was right-handed. "Then give me a show."

Bucky's eyes stayed on your face as Jensen pulled you back to slam into you over and over. The noise you made must have sounded hot by the strain on his face as he stroked himself. It was one of the hottest things you had even seen… This gorgeous man jerking off as he watched his friend fuck you into oblivion. And you would feel him soon enough. 

You were open, vulnerable and, fuck, if it didn't feel good. For a short time, you could shut off and let yourself feel. And what you felt right now was scorching pleasure.

"Baby you’re so tight around my cock. Keep squeezing me. You want me to come in you already? I will, gorgeous. I will. I'll come deep inside you. I promise. Make sure you're nice and sloppy once he slides in."

Where the fuck did his dirty talk come from? It shouldn't have surprised you with how much he spoke, but it sure as hell surprised your cunt. Between his mouth and Bucky's smoldering stare, you felt a fresh wave of wetness. You were practically dripping.

"Really is a dream come true," the brunette's voice was strained as his hand moved faster. "He wanted to ask you out ages ago."

Something in your heart went soft at the thought of Jensen nervously asking you on a date. You pictured him pushing his glasses up and giving you the small smile as he asked you. Maybe once… whatever this was finished up, you could properly talk. If you were able to find your voice. 

"But he likes you, too," the blonde added, moving down so his chest was against your back. It made him feel impossibly deeper. Fuck, your orgasm was going to be otherworldly. "Even told his cat about you."

If you weren't stuffed full of one of the most incredible cocks, you would have pressed for more information. Bucky didn't even have the gall to look upset. He was too lost in the sight of you. "What can I say? You're something special."

You willed your eyes to stay open as Jensen's mouth went to your ear. "You are special. And I know you're close to coming hard all over my cock."

The sound you made in response was one of need. Your clit throbbed, your breasts ached and your walls contracted as he pistoned into you. "I need to come, Jake. Make me come."

Bucky stopped his strokes, squeezing himself. "As much as hearing that gets me hot, I want every drop of me inside you," he smirked, his eyes leaving your face for the first time to look at his friend. "You heard her. Make her come," he ordered before his eyes flicked back to yours.

The growl in your ear was another sound you never thought you'd hear from the former Special Forces member, but tonight was full of surprises. "C'mon. Come all over me. Make a mess. Please, baby. I need it."

Hearing him half demand, half beg for you to come made you surrender completely. It hit you so hard your ears rang, your vision whiting out as your walls quivered. The sound you made was wrenched from your throat as it kept going. 

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. That's it. Good girl. Milk my cock. Fucking shit. That's so good. Fuck," Jensen groaned as his own wet heat filled you. 

Your cheek hit the desk, your fingers aching from how hard you gripped it. Your breaths came in shaky sobs as his goatee brushed against your neck. The action was so tender and affectionate that you had to shut your eyes.

"That was better than I imagined. You're perfect," he whispered as you tried to even out your breathing. "Thank you."

God, that really happened. Jake Jensen fucked you. He was still inside you. And Bucky…

Your eyes flew open when the chair creaked, the predatory look on the brunette's face making your heart stop. "My turn.”

[bloodybigshiplucille]

Shame To My Name

Chapter 13: His Lips

After an incident at the farm (y/n) gets clearer about her feelings for Daryl. Another game of truth or dare reveals a big secret leading to an even bigger risk...

Tonight I’m sleeping inside of a house for the first time in two months now. The rest of the group is setting up camp outside on Hershel’s property but the Greenes were nice enough to offer me to crash on their sofa while I recover. In the middle of the night Shane suddenly comes crashing in through the door looking even more freaky than usually. 

„Where are your parents?“ He starts screaming as soon as he spots me on the couch. 

I try telling him that they’re upstairs but he’s already running towards the staircase without paying any more attention to me. I just notice the two massive gym bags in Shane’s hand. He did it. That crazy ass motherfucker really did it. He got the materials Hershel needs for Carl’s surgery. Thank fucking god. 

Of course I can’t close another eye now knowing that Hershel is probably removing little pieces of a bullet from Carl’s abdomen right now. I get up from the couch and head out of the front door. I’m surprised how peaceful it actually is out here. No noise, no walkers, no death, just nothing. Only peace and silence. It’s beautiful. 

„Did Shane get all the supplies?“ Suddenly a voice next to me calls out. I flinch instantly, disturbed by the sudden break of silence. 

„Oh my god, Daryl!“ I take a deep breath once I finally realize that the handsome Dixon brother is sitting on the same bench we sat earlier on.

„Sorry, didn’t wanted to scare you,“ Daryl apologizes quickly. 

„It’s fine,“ I walk over to Daryl and motion for the empty seat next to him. „Mind if I join you?“

„Course not, sit down.“

„Shane got them. He got the materials,“ I tell Daryl proudly. 

„See? I knew he’d do it,“ Daryl gently nudges my shoulder with his. „Everything will be okay.“

„Yeah… You have no idea how relieved I am.“ Of course first and foremost Carl has to survive his surgery but the second I saw Shane I felt an intense rush of relieve flooding my body. I just know that Carl will be fine and I am actually convinced now. „Anyway, what are you doing out here?“

„I’m keeping watch.“ „Why? Don’t you think we’re save here?“

„Well…“ He hesitates for a second. „I rather make sure. Plus, I sleep better during the day.“

„So you’re awake every night?“

„Pretty much so, yeah,“ He tells me.

„Well, I’ll keep you company then,“ I lean back and relax into the backrest of the bench. „There’s no way I’ll get to sleep until I know Carl is fine." „Be my guest,“ He smiles at me and throws one arm around the bench’s backrest. 

Daryl kept me company until Dad finally stepped out onto the porch to tell me that Carl will make it. Hershel got every single part of the bullet out of him and even though Carl will have to rest for a while he’s good otherwise. I fell right into my dad’s arms wetting his shirt with happy tears and clinging on to him. My family gets to stay together and for the first time the hope of a maybe a little better future arises within me. 

During the next couple of days we actually develop some sort of day-to-day life. Our group gets to help on the Greene farm as much as possible while Hershel continues taking care of Carl. I get to hang out with Maggie a lot (well, at least when she’s not busy flirting with Glenn) who I seem to get along with quite well. I also check on Carl whenever I can and look after him when Mom and Dad need a break which is honestly not often enough. Sometimes I have to literally drag them out of the room and remind them to eat or take a shower so Carl and I can have some alone time. I notice how glad he is whenever he gets a break from our parents because at this point they turn into overprotective messes. At night I rejoin the group outside at the camp site but with Mom, Dad and Carl staying inside and the tent to myself I can hardly fall asleep so I usually join Daryl on the porch. We kinda made it our own little routine at this point. As soon as the lights turn off inside of the house and silence settles over the camp I head over to our bench on the porch and spend the majority of the night with Daryl. It’s so easy to talk to Daryl all day long. I get to know a little more about his past but we mostly talk about what lies ahead. About the future we might be having.

That is until Daryl gets shot. He’s been out in the woods looking for the still missing Sophia when Andrea mistakes him for a walker and almost shoots him in the head. The bullet only misses Daryl’s head by a few inches and grazes his temple leaving blood running down his face. As Dad, Shane and Glenn carry an unconscious Daryl towards the farm house I run over to them with tears all over my face. As soon as I get ahold of Daryl I try supporting his head with my hands but the men keep on dragging him away clumsily. 

Mom and Andrea try to pull me away but I break away from them as soon as they get their hands on me. 

„Don’t you dare touching me!“ I scream at Andrea blinded by my rage. She’s been nagging the group about getting her fucking gun back for weeks and now this. We literally can’t have a single day without an incident. „Are you out of your fucking mind, Andrea?“ I continue screaming while the tears keep on streaming hotly over my face. 

„(y/n), I’m sorry, I -…“

„Don’t gimme that shit! How could you?“ 

„Honey,“ I feel Mom grabbing my arms and pulling me tight against her. 

„It was an accident, I didn’t mean to do it!“ Andrea suddenly snaps back at me but Mom immediately steps in front of me. 

„Andrea, don’t push it!“ Mom hisses at the woman who might have just taken the only person in my life that actually makes me want to wake up in the morning. „C’mon, let’s get inside.“ Mom guides me over to the house while I’m still busy being blinded by the tears in my eyes. Inside the house I crouch down on the Greene’s sofa and immediately hug my legs in order to hide my swollen face and eyes. I almost lost Carl just a couple of days ago and now I’m sitting in the same house, almost in the same spot and worry about another man in my life. 

Thankfully I don’t need to suffer as long. Only a few minutes later Carol comes rushing down the stairs and gives me the news I so desperately needed to hear. He’s okay. Hershel was able to stop the bleeding. He’s conscious but weak. Carol sits down next to me and squeezes my arm affectionately. I don’t know how much she knows but she knows that Daryl means a lot to me. I know that Carol and Daryl are close, maybe he told her about our nightly dates, maybe he told her about the way I snuggled into his side when I was worried about Carl and he comforted me. Whatever it is, Carol knows about us and she doesn’t judge me or him. 

„He’s asleep at the moment but I’m sure you can go to him later tonight,“ Carol whispers so my Mom and the others in the kitchen can’t hear us. 

„Thank you, Carol,“ I tell her while drying my eyes with my sleeves. 

When Hershel comes down the stairs he looks tired but content about being able to save yet another member of the group. „Let’s all have dinner together, I think we deserve it.“

I zone out during dinner the entire time. At this point I don’t even recognize what I’m eating, I just shovel the food into my mouth. I want to go upstairs so badly. Maybe I could pretend I don’t feel well and get up. Or I could excuse myself to the toilet and sneak into Daryl’s room… but the others will wonder why I am too soon. Carol is checking on Daryl every 30 minutes, maybe I could offer to do it so she can eat in peace. There’s just one thing that can take my mind off Daryl right in this moment. I notice Maggie and Glenn avoiding each other’s eyes under all circumstances and both of them just staring at the wall across from them, however, once you take a closer look, it’s obvious that there’s more happening than what meets the eye. They’re handing each other something, probably a note. Seems like at least some of us will get lucky tonight.

The next time Carol returns from checking on Daryl she looks kinda pissed. What has he done now? Carol heads straight for my chair. She leans over my shoulder and whispers silently into my ears that I should maybe check on Daryl. He’s cranky and she’s fed up by him. I can’t help but suppress a small smile from my face. Of course Daryl would be whiney when being sick and having to stay in bed.  

„Mom? Dad? I think I’ll go to the tent, today was a lot, I wanna lie down,“ I tell my parents hoping they’d buy my little white lie. After a short detour to the kitchen I sneak upstairs and head for the Maggie’s bedroom which Daryl is currently sleeping in. I open the door as silently as possible and spot Daryl in the middle of the bed lying on his side with his back facing me. 

„Hey,…“ I announce my presence. Daryl flinches a little but turns his head towards me. He’s got a bandage around his head where the bullet had grazed his forehead. He looks tired and his eyes look drained. He drops his head back on his pillow so that I’m once again faced by the back of his head. 

„I got you a hot chocolate,“ I tell him and place the mug I gotten from the kitchen on the bedside table. „It’s not a chocolate milkshake but I figured it comes close to it.“ Daryl only lets out a small growl but doesn’t move otherwise. Okay, Carol was right, he’s a cranky patient. I guess he wants to rest so I turn around to head out of the door.

„Wait…“ Before I can leave I hear Daryl’s small voice calling out for me. „…Please don’t go.“

I instantly turn around and see that Daryl has turned around and is finally facing me. I walk over to the bed and lie down next to him. He instantly cuddles up against my side and breathes in deeply. 

„Does your head hurt?“ I ask him quietly not wanting to irritate his presumable headache even more. He nods and closes his eyes so I carefully start stroking over his head hoping I can calm his headache a little bit and get him to sleep. I caress over his hair but pay attention that I don’t shift his bandage. How does this feel so normal to sit here with Daryl and holding him tight? How does it seem to be the most normal thing in the world to touch his face, his hair, his shoulders? 

„Can I get some of that hot chocolate now?“ I carefully grab the cup from the bedside table without pushing Daryl off of me. He greedily accepts the hot drink.

„Good?“ The bliss on his face is actually already answering my question.

„Yeah,“ He smiles contently and closes his eyes again. After a little while his chest starts rising and falling evenly and the pained frown vanishes from his face. Even though he’s fallen asleep I continue stroking over his face and through his hair. I could continue lying here with Daryl for the rest of my life. I savour the feeling of his heart beating against mine, the feeling of his body weight against me. I will cherish this moment forever. 

A hand on my shoulder wakes me from my slumber. I look down and see Daryl still sleeping peacefully on my chest. 

„Are you guys okay?“ Carol whispers next to me. How much time has passed since I fell asleep?

„Yeah. Are my parents looking for me?“

„No, they’re with Carl, don’t worry,“ She smiles at me and Daryl. „Can’t believe you got him to sleep. Last time I saw him he was bitching about his headache. Do you wanna stay here tonight?“ Nobody could get me out of this bed at the moment, that’s for sure. I give Carol a quick nod. Once she left and closed the door behind her I take another glance at the man who’s basically now sleeping on top of me. Even though he seems really relaxed at the moment I can’t read him at all. Just a few weeks ago Daryl was the most unapproachable person I’ve ever met and now he often seeks as much body contact as possible. Sometimes I’m not sure if he wants the distance and just accepts my closeness out of courtesy, whether he doesn’t know how to ask for closeness or whether he feels pressured into it. Maybe he’s also scared of getting close to me because of my parents, maybe, maybe, maybe… No matter what the deal with Daryl is, right now I just soak in the moment. I relax into the warmth of Daryl’s body and close my eyes. Before I drift off again I experimentally press my lips against Daryl’s head carefully. The man in my arms really has me in a chokehold. 

The next day Daryl wakes me up gently. He’s now lying next to me on his own pillow looking into my eyes as I flutter them open. 

„How’s your head?“ I ask him sleepily. 

„Better, a lot." „What time is it?“

„I think around 7… maybe we should get up.“ I sit up straight and stretch my back. „I’ll get up, you stay in bed, Mister.“ Daryl rolls his eyes but doesn’t move from his position on the bed. 

Just when I’m about to leave Daryl speaks up again. „Will I see you later on?“ The small question paints a massive grin on my face. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t even leave.

„You bet,“ I assure him and leave him to rest a little longer.

The second I step out of the bedroom I immediately crash into another person. My heart almost hit my stomach. I look up and see Glenn looking equally as shocked. Thank fucking god and Jesus. If that was my Mom or Dad, I would already be beheaded. 

„What the hell are you doing here?“ Glenn asks.

„I…I…“ I try stumbling and making up any excuse but to no avail.

„Have you been with Daryl?“ Glenn’s eyes start almost popping out of his head.

„Glenn, I swear to god, please shut up about this…“ „Daryl???“ 

„Don’t be a fucking hypocrite, like I you don’t sneak around with the farmer’s daughter.“ That stuns him. 

„What the hell, (y/n),“

„(y/n)?“ Oh my god. Suddenly Dad is standing in the middle of the hallway as well staring at me and Glenn. 

„Dad! Hi!“ I panic. Oh no, I panic. 

„What are you doing here?“

„She wanted to check on Carl,“ Glenn suddenly takes over. I look over at him and I bet every fiber of my body is screaming thankfulness right now. 

„I bet he’d love for you to visit. Will you come downstairs for breakfast after?“ Dad asks me looking super proud.

„Yeah, sure,“ The second Dad heads downstairs I throw my arms around Glenn’s neck. „Thank you, thank you, thank you!“ Even though Glenn seems quite taken aback he still starts laughing a little. „If you stay quiet, I stay quiet.“ 

„It’s a deal.“

After indeed checking on Carl for a little while I have breakfast and then go on with the rest of my day. I help Mom and Carol with the laundry and I hang out in the sun for a while. The days on the farm are peaceful, when nobody gets shot at least, and not very eventful. The day ends quickly and before I know it people are already heading towards their tents. While Andrea still seems pissed at me for screaming at her and Shane basically started isolating himself from anyone, Carol takes over checking on me since Mom and Dad are still staying with Carl inside the house. 

„Sleep tight, (y/n), if you need anything you can always come over,“ She tells me before heading to bed. 

I try my best falling asleep but after spending and hour of twisting and turning I give up. Since I spend most nights on the porch with Daryl my sleeping schedule is all over the place so I decide to get up and walk around for a while hoping it would get me tired eventually. As I step out of my tent I spot the bench, our bench, on the porch and it’s occupied. Somebody is sitting in our spot. I get closer and notice that it is in fact Daryl. The bandage is still around his head but otherwise he looks a lot better than he did yesterday. 

„Is this seat taken?“ I ask him cheekily as I approach him.

„Thought you wouldn’t come,“ He replies smiling at me.

„I wouldn’t miss it,“ I assure him and settle down next to Daryl on the bench. 

„How’s the head?“ „Good. The pounding thankfully stopped." „That’s great to hear.“

„It was probably the hot chocolate,“ Daryl grins.

„Most definitely,“ I laugh at him and his obsession for chocolaty drinks. „Maybe the next time we play truth or drink we play it with hot chocolate.“

„Or we just play truth or dare since we’re not in the CDC anymore,“ Daryl winks at me cheekily. 

„I’m always game, let’s go,“ I counter his grin.

„Truth or dare?“ I begin with dare. „Okay, I dare you to go inside and get us a snack." „What is it with you and stealing food and drinks?“ I laugh but I already get up. I open the front door as silently as possible and sneak into the kitchen. What am I even looking for? I quietly open a few cabinets and the fridge that has stoppen running a long time ago. All I found is a few apples, maybe that will have to be our snack for the night. I open one final cabinet and… bingo. In the right corner a pack of crackers has already gathered dust.

„Catch!“ I throw the pack of crackers in Daryl’s lap.

„Oh, sweet!“ Daryl instantly rips the pack open and immediately starts munching on a handful crackers. 

„Truth or dare?“ I ask him as I grab into the pack myself.

„Truth.“ At this point I know so much about Daryl that any question I have left is both risky and personal. I think about my question for quite a while and start frowning. „You know you can ask me anything, right?“ Daryl encourages me as he notices my hesitation. 

„Okay,… How many girlfriends have you had?“ I immediately start blushing hoping I don’t cross a line with the question but Daryl only lets out a quick laugh. 

„Really? Me? The answer is zero.“ What? Zero? How?

„No way!“

„Look at me. Girls never stood in line for me, that’s for sure.“

„I find that hard to believe…,“ I tell Daryl honestly which makes him blush in the light of the moon. „Are you really trying to tell me that you’ve never been with a girl?“ „No, I have been with girls… when I was drunk… but not like, you know, properly.“ I notice how embarrassed he gets over the topic so I assure him that „these girls must have been idiots for not standing in line.“ Thankfully I get him to smile again. 

„Truth or dare?“ 

„I’ll pick truth.“ „What’s something you’re embarrassed about?“ That’s a tough question because I basically got a list. I can find something to be embarrassed about every single day but of course there’s also a couple of personal favorites. I guess there’s one thing I’m especially embarrassed about. 

„I’ve never been kissed.“

„What?“ Daryl stares at me in disbelieve. I feel the blush rising from my neck and all the way up to my hairline. 

„Yeah…“ I whisper embarrassed hoping for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow me.

„Wait, how? I mean, that’s impossible.“

„I just… I guess nobody ever wanted to kiss me.“ „Nah,“ Daryl shakes his head still in disbelief. „That doesn’t make sense, how has nobody wanted to kiss you yet? That’s bullshit. But hey, first kisses are overrated anyway. First kiss is all about getting it over with and moving on if you ask me.“

He can’t even imagine how desperately I want it to be over and move on. All the 18 years of my life I thought my first kiss has to be the most romantic bullshit, that it has to happen during sunset on a beach with romantic crap music playing in the background. However, since the dead started walking my view on a lot of things have shifted drastically. At this point I’m actually close to accepting that I will die without having kissed somebody. 

I look over to Daryl who’s also facing me. My eyes shift from his baby blue eyes over his nose down to his lips. Maybe I’m possessed, maybe I’m drunk or maybe I have just completely lost my mind but the longer I stare at his pink lips the more my inner restraint vanishes. Before I can stop myself I press my lips on Daryl’s. I don’t move. He doesn’t move. Neither of our lips move. They’re just kinda pressed against each other. I have no clue what to do next. Since Daryl doesn’t seem to make any move either I eventually pull back. As I open my eyes I’m faced by the most shocked expression I’ve ever seen on Daryl’s face. He’s breathing heavily and just stares at me in pure shock. Fuck, what have I done? Have I fucked everything up? Have I misread everything that happened between us in the past few weeks? I can feel the tears welling up inside me. I just want to get away as far as possible so I jump up from the bench. „Daryl, I’m sorry,“ I manage to tell him before the tears start running down my face and I start running towards the forest. Away. Just away.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12