#LOOK AT HIS LITTLE TOOL BOX IM CRYING

[jounouchi-katsuya]

he's just some guy and i love him

[potchi-fics]

zaun (part three of attention)

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      rays of sunshine creep through the tiny cracks of your blinds, waking you up from your deep slumber. the moment you open your eyes, you let out a groan of annoyance. what’s worse is it hurts when you swallow, you feel a slight throbbing in your head, and you feel sluggish. you think that you might be sick. just in time, your alarm clock screams. a slam of your hand shuts it up: shut up, im already up. you force yourself out of bed and opt for a quick shower– grabbing your towel and necessities, you walk to your bathroom. thanks to your shampoo and soap, you manage to smell like lavender and vanilla; a scent youve always adored.

stripping your clothes, you step under the showerhead and turn it on– letting the cold water hit your somehow hot body. im gonna run a fever, arent i. you grumble in irritation, but you focus on the water hitting you, pondering about your interaction with sevika. now that you think about it, its been a couple of days since her last visit. a single question runs into your mind: maybe i should go to zaun again, it is my day-off. 

youve made up your mind, you’ll explore the city. 

laying out clothes on your bed, picking your choice of outfit; black cargo pants paired with black shirt, layered with a coat, and black boots– cant forget your trusty dagger. you check your watch and you figure you’d be there in a couple of minutes. with one final look at yourself in the mirror, you head out.

the bustling city fills all your senses, i probably wont get used to this. this time, you fully take in zaun– kids playing on the streets, drunkards already drinking, elders talking to each other, everyone seems lively today you thought. putting your hands in your pockets, you turn into an alleyway. markus was right, curiosity will get you killed. while walking, you see a child crying in his grandmother's arms and of course, you being a nosy woman, listened to them.

“but grandma,” he wails out, “i really love that radio. why’d they have to destroy it?”

his grandma rubs his head comfortingly, “hush now, ill buy you a new one.”

      you know that look in her eyes, that guilt and regret swimming in her eyes: she wont be able to buy one. look, you werent always a piltie, but that story can be told another time. absentmindedly, your feet bring you to them. you were only snapped back to reality when you hear her ask.

“what do you want? we dont have anything anymore.” the elder hisses out.

you raise your arms, “im not here to take anything, im here to see if i can fix your radio.”

what?

“what?”

this is what i get for being nosy, “i know a few things about ‘em.”

      but the twinkle in the boy’s eyes, his sniffles quieting down, and hugging his grandma tighter? you had to do something. 

“r-really?” he’s a timid little kid.

you slowly kneel beside them, “yeah, kid. ill try to fix it, cant promise you though.”

      you take a look around their house– its small and messy, considering theyre living in an alley, you cant judge. tools that you can use are tucked away in a box in the corner, thinking theyre good enough. seeing that youre eyeing them, the kid hurriedly brings you the box. thanking him, you carefully grab the radio; its old, and run-down, but it works. using a flathead, you disassemble it.

“its not broken, luckily.” you take a glance at the two, “the screws are loose, so you just have to tighten them again.”

      you turn it on once you assemble it back to its original form, a small smile creeps into your face as you hear static before hearing voices.

the grandma brings out her waller, “how much do i need to pa–”

“dont mind,” you stand up to interrupt her, “its my day off.”

her face shows gratitude but her eyes show seriousness, “dont give kindness here easily, kid.”

      your eyebrows furrow, confused by her comment. you could only offer them a nod before making your way deeper into the alleyway, relieved you could fix the radio. before turning, you hear the kid yell a thank you which makes you chuckle. but your victory is cut short when you hear a fight going on. your instincts turning on, you put your back against the wall and take a peek behind it.

its sevika. and shes not looking good. her arm isnt working, she’s outnumbered: she looks like she’s about to pass out. debating whether you should help, you watch for a few seconds. one man was about to punch her but you quickly jumped in to block it. her eyes met yours almost immediately, however, you ignored her and put yourself between her and them.

“you shouldnt be here, pretty little thing.” the middle guy snarled. 

you only stare at them, “i really dont give a fuck. like, at all.���

      guess that pissed him off because he quickly charges at you but you trip him and stepped aside to give him to sevika, seeing the vulnerable man heading her way, she quickly uses her right hand to punch him in the face. on the other side, you were dealing with two guys. one rushes to throw a fist but you evade by ducking and giving the other man a punch in the liver: a body shot, he crumbles down to his knees– giving you the chance to deal with the other. 

“lousy,” you comment, jabbing him and hitting his nose, “weak, unfocused, poor execution.”

      with every insult, you land hit after hit. he bares his yellow teeth at you while holding his bloody nose and mouth. you feel arms around your torso– throwing your lower body in the air and forcibly throwing yourself down, you make the clingy man stumble forward– hitting his buddy. your gaze goes back to sevika and you see her getting pinned to the wall. quickly grabbing your dagger, you make your way to them and slash the back of his knees, making him let go of her. sevika pants but lands a hit to his jaw– knocking him out cold.

you turn to look at the other two, only to see their back turned against you, already running away. cowards. hearing her groans and labored breathing, you turn around and help her up– putting her arm around your shoulder and trying to support her weight.

“i didnt need your help,” sevika grunts out.

you sneer back, “sure, sure. you look like you were winning actually.”

      she tries to escape your hold but right now, you are much stronger than her. you scold her and force her to hold onto you. 

“dont play with me right now, sevika. my head is already hurting,” you warn her.

sevika huffs out, “just this once. i have a safe house somewhere around here, its not far.”

      scared that she was gonna bleed out, you briskly walk, but still gently handling her. after a few minutes, you reach an abandoned building. she leads this time. this place is a goddamn maze, the smell of wood and cigarette brings you back to reality, the door to her safe house opening. 

you take in the sight, you snort at the messy place. she limps to sit on her couch, letting you close and lock the door. you rush to her to assess her injuries: bruises, cuts, and a wound that would probably need stitches.

“you got a kit?” you ask but youre already rummaging through her things.

she snorts, “bathroom, lower cabinet.”

      making a beeline for it, you hurriedly walk to her bathroom. seeing the kit, you let out a breath of relief and grab yourself a few ointments and a wet cloth. you go back to her and she looks like she’s really about to pass out. your voice wakes her up, making her stare at you.

“this is gonna sting,” you prepare the stitch to start.

she dismisses your comment with a wave of her bloody hand, “this is nothing.”

      only breaths and occasional groans from her fill the quiet room, giving your entire focus to finishing her stitch. snipping the thread, you move on to clean her wounds with the wet cloth you grabbed earlier– dabbing and rubbing the blood away, sevika lets the calming action take over her. too tired and worn out to complain. roughly twenty minutes pass and you finally reach her face; taking a moment to stare at her, your eyes roam from her eyebrows, down to her nose, and travel down to stare at her lips. 

“you done starin’ at me?” though her eyes are still closed, you figure she mightve felt your gaze.

warm cloth meets her skin, “wasnt staring at you, i was starin’ at your wounds, asshat.”

      she suddenly grabs you by the waist to pull you to her, your hands landing on her chest to steady yourself. 

“what are you doing.” red paints your ears.

she chuckles lowly, a sound that makes you want to rub your thighs together, “im only making it easier for you.”

“actually, this is harder for me,” you manage to blur out, “stupid.”

      you attempt to pull away but her hold only tightens around you. sevika finally opens her eyes to look at you and you realize: blood loss. 

she looks intently at you, slowly leaning in and putting her nose into your throat– inhaling your scent. you flush at this, the redness covering your entire face now. sevika drags her nose up to the side of your neck, finding your pulse; youre scared she’s gonna feel how fast its pulsing. your hand grips her bicep, feeling the muscle and how solid her body is. your eyes shut as her nose travels up your jaw, her lips just grazing your skin. 

“you shouldnt have come back here,” she whispers out.

      you didnt know it was possible to be closer to her but she grounded you on her crotch– making you straddle her. she pushed you down into her, emitting a throaty groan from her. you, on the other hand, are breathless, you cant think properly, your ears are ringing, and your hands are shaking. she kisses your jaw, resulting in you opening your eyes.

your hand that’s holding the cloth squeezes between the two of you and positions itself on her forehead to push her away. her head lolls back as she finally sleeps. Ignoring the fire in your abdomen, one thought crosses your mind: fuck, that did things to you. 

note: finally building tension

[slushiebonez]

guh kevin short. im not normal. scattered debrief below the cut bc spoilers but. guh.

ft really crusty snipping tool pictures of my youtube browser and my nyan cat playback bar that's currently not working properly lol

First of all kevin parents unboxing? this is awesome

Love the fact that Kevin's bike is actually canon

Kevin's last name starts with a P this is big news (spooky month fans when we get a letter of a person's name)

Skid and Pump's younger designs are SO GODDAMN CUTE?????? I love how Skid's mask looks a bit like a sugar skull, I love how they even sound younger and have those sort of "little kid inflections" in their voices, they're EVEN TINIER GUH and also this is the most face and hair we've seen live on camera from these two

(It makes me a little evil how much Skid's hair looks just like his daddy's damn)

Speak of the hairy devil, first time we've seen the back of their heads I think!

Pump is chubby frfr???? this is so awesomesauce

A lot of delightful Kevin expressions in this one moots I can see at least 15 new pfps for yall :3

SKID CRYING OVER HIS DAD MAKES ME WANNA PUT A FIST THRU A WALL

Also like nowadays when Skid is reminded of his dad he's sad but he doesn't fully break down crying which makes me think that this short took place relatively soon after his demise

WHICH IF WE FIGURE OUT WHEN KEV STARTED WORKING THERE WE CAN FIND OUT AROUND WHEN SKIDDAD BIT CURB HUZZAH

Pump getting starry-eyed at the candy is adorable, but he remains starry-eyed staring at Skid which like. maybe its just bc hes already still hyped over the candy but I'm choosing to read it as him also being happy that his best friend is once again also happy which. ough

WOMAN ALERT. Not only seeing Lila with rounder hair animated is interesting (since from that little bit w/ the picture frames we know Lila cut her hair more angular for Skid), but also convinces me more this is relatively soon after Skiddad's death since she seems very distant and tired (but still loves to see her son happy huzzah <3)

Also thinking about it, Lila cutting her hair more angular for Skid was probably bc of Skiddad's passing, since the angular hair resembles his and Skid's hair way more

See the bag full of bugs is funny to me bc that's such a little kid move. Like Kevin obviously sees it as a nuisance but I don't think the kids see it like that. Like, all the time kids hand you stuff they think is cool or generally fine to hand someone that's actually not, like bugs or frogs or somethin

In the section when the kids bring the box of "for adoption" cats into the candy club to play with, I'd like to think that Michelle adopted those cats, since we know she owns a lot of cats and some of them look similar to cats featured in SM6 at her house

COMPILATION OF VERY IMPORTANT IMAGES:

Goodass picture of Eyes bc for some reason we don't have as many super great pics of him as I'd like

Also the bits of Roy stealing shit during SM4 is deeply entertaining he's such a little shithead and I love him

No curve no spin all gas

Also the fact that the fake blood incident involved water balloons full of the stuff delights me so

More Carmen more diva I love her. If she pulled up at my summer job I'd be fighting demons to not pick a fight

They punked his ass

HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO SAILOR

Oh my god they're image limiting me I'm making a part two everyone pony up for the reblog

[carpisuns]

anatomy tips for anon

(someone asked me for this but tumblr ate the ask lol so I’ll just answer it here)

hi anon, I actually really struggle with anatomy so i was kinda surprised to get this ask hdjsksjs but i hope my answer is at least somewhat helpful!

first of all, there are a million methods for drawing a full body. some people like sketching out a skeleton first and building on top of it, some people start with a super loose/flowy general shape of the pose, some people use ovals or 3D boxes or cylinders—i'd recommend looking at various tutorials and trying them out to see what works for you!

unfortunately none of those methods worked very well for me,, i found them kinda cumbersome and counterintuitive so I usually end up just like. going for it lol. I don’t really have a System cause my method is honestly just “try your best, hold back the tears, fix it until it looks as passable as you can get it” DHJSKS but idk maybe it will help you to see my "process" lol

(ok i've never done a speed drawing thing before so i'm about to Expose Myself but im doing this for you anon haha)

(putting the rest under a cut bc it's long, sorry lol)

as u can see, it's a lot of trial and error for me. you may have noticed how i redrew every single thing like 50 times, how i initially made her arm ridiculously long and had to shorten it, how i general just Abused the lasso and warp tools....the list goes on haha. the point is, i make a lot of mistakes and my final products are still very flawed, but that's okay because i know i'm getting better the more i practice! if you scroll back through my art tag you will see some anatomical horrors that would make picasso cry, but at the time i was really proud of them LKJDFSKJLF

ok let me break it down a bit

i usually start with the head, neck, and like a vague indication of the shoulders lol. then i add these slightly angled lines to build the torso from and leave a little gap so i can come back for the arms

then I add the legs!

i used to be so allergic to legs lol but i've been drawing them more lately and i decided i actually kind of love them?? who'd have thought. (but not feet. dni)

here are some basic examples of how i draw legs. keep in mind that i am still learning and these are not like the best examples ever! i don't tend to put a lot of detail in my anatomy and mainly stick to very simple lines and curves, partially because i prefer a simpler style and partially bc i currently lack the skill to be fancier about it lol

i usually start with basically two lines slanted slightly inward for the upper leg and then for the lower leg i do a straighter line and a line with a bump for the calf. pay attention to what direction the knee is facing because that will determine where your bumps go

once i've got the legs, i have the basis of the pose in place, so i add the arms

shoulders are a weird struggle for me lol but i usually add like a little circle or triangle to indicate the joint so i can attach the arms. and then i build the arms kinda similar to how i do the legs—like with two slanted lines and then the bump for the lower arm

once I’ve got the whole body down, there is usually a fair amount of adjustment haha. I gotta ask, does the pose actually work? like, where is the character putting their weight, and does the pose make sense that way? are the legs and arms and torso the proper length and width? and then at some point after a lot of fiddling i give up and voila, done :)

as far as proportions goes, my advice is to pay attention but not sweat too much about it. I used to try to like Vitruvian Man it lol and count how many heads tall the character was and try to be super precise about the proportions according to one of those proportion chart things. and ofc that stuff helpful and important to know! but in the end, worrying that much about it was a hindrance for me and I ended up with really stiff and unnatural-looking poses. so I mostly just follow a couple rules of thumb:

1. The elbow should hit around the waist/mid-torso

2. The arm, fully extended, usually hits the upper thigh. like, wrist at crotch level I guess?

3. The length of the legs is like roughly equalish to the length of the the whole upper body (head to bottom of hips)

these are just basics and not very Scientific haha but that’s vaguely what I go for. also remember that proportions can be pretty stylistic too! for example, a real human body is normally like 8 heads tall, but I probably do like 6ish heads normally. that’s pretty common for more cartoony styles, and the bigger heads also make the character look younger bc kid proportions are different than adult proportions. just kinda play around with it and go with what feels natural and good for the character you’re drawing

if you feel like your pose is stiff and weird rather than natural/dynamic, it often helps to make sure the shoulders and hips are tilted slightly at opposite angles. that's a tip i picked up from this tumblr tutorial a long time ago and i always come back to it, haha

ok that's about all i have for specifics but i have just 2 general tips to end with:

1. Use!!! References!!! seriously. i use references every time i draw. i look at photos of real people and screenshots from the show and i even sometimes take pictures of myself for reference. often i'm using multiple references for one drawing, like piecing together elements of various refs to create the pose i want, but sometimes i work from a single reference. i also study my favorite artists' work pretty frequently to see how they do things. getting familiar with what good art and real life looks like will help you get better at mimicking it and noticing when things are off.

2. Be patient with yourself. You’re gonna mess up a lot. Sometimes you may even post something and realize months later that you made chat noir’s upper arm literally twice as long as it should be :/

but fear not! you don’t have to live forever in the shadow of Long Arm Chat! lol. you will get better just by trying, I promise.

Part of the process of making art you like is making a lot of art that you don't like, or art that you like at first but hate later. Your skills and your eye are developing simultaneously, and sometimes your eye passes up your skills, so that you're better at noticing your mistakes even if you struggle to fix them. that's okay! that gap can be really frustrating and discouraging, but it's still a sign of growth and your skill will catch up. just keep studying, keep drawing, and keep having fun! it gets better, seriously. when i first started drawing like two years ago, i thought i'd never be able to do a passable full-body pose. it was SO hard. and it's still hard for me! but i can do it much better now than i could then, and when i get bummed out about my limitations, it helps me to remember that even though i still have a long way to go to get where i want to be, i've also come a long way. and you will too! if your current self could see what your future self can do, you'd be so impressed 😌

P.S. just to reiterate, I am Not an expert At All and these are just some methods/tips that are working pretty well for me right now. i hope they help you out too, but my methods may not be the best fit for you, and if that's the case, don't sweat. try out a lot of stuff and see what clicks and makes sense. art is a learning process and it's so individual so i encourage you to experiment!

Good luck, and have fun!

[yinses]

B R A N D E D

| he would make sure that everyone knew who you belonged to |

tattoo artist! sukuna ryomen

rating: t

a/n: this is going to be a three part series. it got too long because i couldn’t shut up. thank you to @teoran for beta reading !! 

you should have never informed yuuji that you were thinking about getting a tattoo, because of course his first response would be hey, sukuna owns a shop. why don’t you stop there. as if you didn’t already known that. your other friend, unfortunately had not known how to be subtle about it.

its when you go to hand off your card that they gasp audibly, drawing the attention of both yourself and the woman behind the counter.

“you’re not going to ask for a discount? i mean you know the owner, right?”

she jumps back quick enough to dodge the errant elbow you throw her way.

you knew you would regret telling her.

the woman is undeterred as she take your card, looking bored with the news. “so you know sukuna, huh?” the way she said it implied that it wasn’t the first time it had been made known to her.

you had known the man long enough to know where her thoughts were going with that assumption. sukuna wasn’t only popular for his art. a shudder rolled through your body at the idea of being categorized as one of his flings.

it wasn’t as though you were intentionally shaming the women. but it was sukuna. the same guy who locked you and his younger brother out on the patio whenever he was meant to keep an eye on you. and then blamed you for hiding from him when the responsible adults got home.

in hindsight, maybe you should have chosen another location. but now your card has been charged.

you scribbled your signature on the receipt, “uh yeah, awhile now. im not requesting him or anything.”

“his appointment book is full anyway. he doesn’t take walk ins.” its not said snidely, just matter of fact. as if she was seasoned with dealing with these kind of customers.

the man of topic strides in then, carrying a few bags of take-out that he drops carelessly onto the counter. he doesn’t m look unlike any other day, a loose white sleeveless shirt with a low hanging v-neck that just invited attention to his skin. the swirls of black ink made permanent by his hand only. though that was the advantage of this field and owning your own business on top of it.

sukuna was prepared to ignore the clientele planted at front desk, until he did a double take. those vermilion eyes took you in, morphing from speculation, to shock, a pinch of awe, then back to postulation.

“what are you doing here?”

a small frown mars you face. you didn’t actually consider that perhaps sukuna wouldn’t want you here. it was one thing to know the guy, but whether you wanted to accept it or not, you weren’t just another customer. so you unsurely respond with, “getting a tattoo?”

the snort he gives isn't one of annoyance. in fact its almost comforting to see the minuscule curl of his lips until they start to part, “yeah, missing something aren’t you?”

you realize with a frown that he’s referring to his brother.

“i have other friends.”

that slow smile wides as he gives your friend a brief look of appreciation. suddenly all those years of witnessing him cart his flings around rise to the forefront of your mind.  really nothing rarely changed. “ i can see that.”

his gaze cuts back to you, “what are you getting? your boyfriends name?”

you cant tell if he’s teasing, fishing or a combination of them both.

he turns to lean over the counter, arms flexing at the action and pinches the fresh design still hot from the printer. you resist the urge to shuffle in place as he inspects the image with more interest than there were lines. it was hardly all that complex, just as you intended.

sukuna finally voices his opinion, to no surprise of your own. “yeah? kind of small isn’t it?”

“its my first sukuna,” you drawl.

you realize too late that the wording isnt best around him.

“no kidding.”

he tugs a styrofoam box free from the plastic bag before gesturing to you with a tilt of his head.

“alright, lets knock it out.”

you look to the woman expecting her to complain about his pending appointments but she only returns it with a pointed look. when it came down to it, what the boss wanted goes.

right then.

turning, you address your friend who seemed more invested in watching sukuna’s departure. “are you coming?”

her gaze snaps to you and she doesn’t even bother to pretend. she shrugs, “you may not be squeamish about needles but i am.” her hand waves vaguely towards the lounge area near the coffee station and stack of assorted snacks. “i’ll come running if you scream though,” she teases as you turn down the hall.

sukuna’s voice carries from the right in guidance where you find him setting his food off to the side. the room is neat. though you don’t know what you were expecting given the health expectations lining his work. then again, you’d spent the better part of the decade watching him cart week old pizza boxes out of his room so it was hardly a baseless assumption.

aside from the desk of tools and variety of inks the only other defining feature was the wall at the back. there was no rhyme or direction to the madness. the once white wall was littered with varying penmanships and messages. almost like an autograph book. some derogatory, others genuinely thankful for his work - you think you see a few numbers too.

the cushion of the seat protests under his weight as he rolls to the center of the room. he has the stencil of your chosen art held up in expectation.

“where is this pretty little thing going?”

“oh my rib- here on the right.” you think nothing of bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose the skin just under the curve of your breast.

he almost looks impressed, though there is some doubt. he wheels closer and gives no warning as his hand palpates the area. “over the bone? that’s daring for your first tattoo, princess.”

the name was nothing new, an accompaniment to yuuji’s ‘brat’.

part of you actually grateful that its sukuna. the entire shop had good reviews but it was best known for his talent. besides, the charge was already sitting on your card.

“i can handle it.”

he’s still squinting at your side, fingers tickling at your skin.

“yeah?” he answers absently. nimble digits you didn't think had any taste for delicacy carefully peel the plastic from the stencil. he doesn’t second guess himself in the slightest before pressing it to your skin.

when he pulls away, the chair follows him as he collects a hand mirror from his desk to reflect the design back to you.

“double sure?” he’s still rallying your resolve, but there is a hint of warning to his voice as professionalism seeps in.

with a firm nod you seal the deal,” yeah.”

“aright, pin up your shirt out of the way. tuck it into your bra if you want.”

you were expecting this already, given the location you’d decided on. with sukuna that action comes effortlessly without thought. it was no different than the times he’d seen you in your bathing suit, your brain reasoned. at least you still had your pants this time.

sukuna rests back into a lean against his small desk. absently you note that his eyes haven't left you once since you’d entered the room.

“eager little thing aren't you?”

but its sukuna.

you shrug.“ i guess. kind of been saving up for this one.”

the noise he makes is non-committal as he nods to the angled chair.

without your shirt there was no barrier between yourself and the leather. you expected the cold chill but the lack of stickiness kind of surprised you. once again you were reminded of the indisputable list of reviews at your fingertips.

sukuna goes about collecting the materials to disinfect your skin, angling the bottle and cotton over the trash can to catch the excess drops. satisfied with the saturation, he slides back.

you try to absorb the brief shock you feel when he applies the alcohol to your skin. it was hardly a substitute for actual bracing to come but it was good practice. when you look up, you catch his gaze again.

he’d been more observant in these last few minutes than you could ever recall sukuna caring before. maybe it was the job. though the thought of him excelling at customer service has you fighting a snort.

“cold,” you supply and he gives another grunt.

he chucks the cotton ball into the trash with all the efficiency of a man who has made a sport out of it and probably keeps score.

deciding on a solid color eliminated the need for him to break away to change shades, eliminating any surplus time keeping you in this chair.

a gloved hand braces your side, pinching the skin, while the other holding the gun rests against your sternum. when the motor starts you take a careful breath in. sukuna’s eyes raise at the sound.

“not nervous?”

you blink, expecting him to just get to it.

“uh, not really? i’ve never really been afraid of needles.”

he pauses. just when you part your lips to ask what wrong the buzzing starts.

its impossible not to tense at the first bite of the needle. but you fight the urge to jerk. it stings. the vibration of the motor is uncomfortable against your ribcage but it's not unbearable. you certainly wouldn't cry.

sukuna seems to notice it as well.

“not going to lie thought you’d be more of a cry baby? weren't you the one sobbing after you stubbed your toe.”

you latch onto the idle chatter even if it's a jibe.

“i was eleven and i sprained that toe.”

he gives you a quick glance. “sure, princess. completely called for the waterworks.”

you snort. “yeah well it made me stronger. im barely affected today.”

your words are followed by a shift of his hand as it turns to follow a line, the movement pressing firmly against the underside of your breast. you're too attentive to the needle pinching at your skin to take notice.

but sukuna does, eyes narrowing without your awareness.

“yeah, i can see that.”

rather than closing your eyes to block out the pain, you find a more comforting distraction in tracing the lines of his tattoos with your gaze. you can hardly make out the first tattoo he’d gotten at the age of seventeen after forging his parents signature. 

the abstract design had now branched out, interlocking with new styles to map out the formation of a sleeve. it was almost like his own branded language. a dialect of bold shapes and bands. you’d never thought to actually ask what his tattoos meant. nor did you expect an honest answer.  

sukuna works rather quickly and efficiently while your mind wandered. even if he hadn’t squeezed you in during his lunch break this felt like the usual pace for him. he looked so in the zone as he followed the pre-made lines to perfection.

you weren’t the model customer, still having your brief moments of weakness but he rolled with the interruptions better than you expected. sukuna was brash growing up and didn’t tolerate nonsensical people. you’d had your fair share of opportunities to be chewed out by him.

and earned a reasonable amount of them, though your returning attitude said otherwise.

but this sukuna was softer, if you could put it like that. he knew the right time to give you breaks but didn’t let your nerves settle too much. when he wasn’t adding a layer to permanency to your skin, an errant finger would smooth over the swelling flesh.

more than once you heard him throw out a quiet good girl. that you knew was meant to be encouraging but it came with additional implications that tickled your skin.

he tells you that you should be grateful that the artwork doesn’t need any shading. that it was never a good fit for beginners.

your chest expands the furthest it had in the last half hour when he finally rolls back.

“alright, princess, go ahead and take a look.”

you take the offered mirror again and angle it to take in the fresh piece. the reflection you get back is- amazing. you’d been so concentrated?? on micromanaging the pain that you failed to take in the little details he’d added along with the original design.

as if reading your thoughts, he snorts. “it's not my art if i don't leave my mark. you can tell me it looks good you know.”

if you didn't know any better, you’d say he was authentic in his attempt to bait your approval.

and you had no reason not to provide.

your legs are a little shaky but you manage to balance yourself before brining the eldest itadori into a hug. sukuna goes stiff for a moment before returning the embrace and doesn’t resist when you press your face into his shoulder. there’s an awkward pat before they release each other from the hold.

sukuna .. before he’s shrugging you off.

“god, what a noob. at least let me cover it up. you’re going to irritate the skin.”

when he turns back to rummage through his desk you note the hint of a flush creeping up his nape. you know better than to mention it, instead just smiling at his back.

there is a scowl on his face as he applies the cotton square to your skin and tapes it in place.

“please do not itch this shit. i don’t care if you feel like your skin is going to fall off.”

he presses a small tube of antibiotic into your hand.

“and apply this daily. you don't need it drying out. “

you’re grateful for the little slip of printed instructions that follow. you were able to remember the sensible directions but it couldn't hurt to have additional guidance when you started to question the progress.

“oh and no sex.”

that was definitely not on the list.

sukuna raises a brow in all seriousness. “what? if you get your blood pumping too much.”

you call him on his bullshit,” this small? hardly. “

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “alright, try it yourself if you want. i charge for touch ups though.”

the two of you size each other up. just like old times.

with a sigh you relent, “fine, no sex.”

“good, see me in two weeks.”

his words stop you short. it wasn’t as if you needed anything added and he wasn’t a physician checking on your progress. if anything, you would only revisit your artist if there was a problem.

“what for?”

the dawning grin would follow you for the next fourteen days.

“to make sure you didn’t have sex.”

[moxfirefly]

I probably sent in a request already, im not sure i can never remember but the constantly insulting eachother with raphael bc that wpuld just be the vibe

I haven’t gotten any that isn’t the last one I tagged you in and as always!

I love having you in the ask box friend 💕

And this is my trope pretty much so I’m stoked

Rated Comedy?

“If ya listen to me we would be half way through this by now” Raphael shut the door of the fridge with his shell, ingredients in his arms.

“You mean if I let you go all Gordon Ramsey on him? Yes we would have this recipe done by now, sure thing” You roll your eyes and shove a bowl towards Leonardo.

The leader in turn cleared his throat.

This wasn’t exactly how he expected to spend one of his lazy days off. It had been an honest to god joke, just a comment in jest but these two, boy could they get frighteningly competitive.

Leo had stated that he ‘doubted’ anybody could teach him how to cook. The blue banded terrapin was known for not being the cook in the family, he still had somebody suspiciously eye him if he was found in the kitchen brewing tea. For some reason you had taken the challenge seriously, which only prompted Raph to take it even more seriously.

Which resulted in Leo being extremely concerned for this ‘friendship’.

“I do not go all Gordon Ramsey on him but I did tell him to crack the eggs and just throw the egg whites in and he didn’t!” He set another carton of said eggs on the counter and crossed his arms. He could be such a defiant brute and it irked you.

“Relax Mr. Macho Pants, we can start up again and you’ll be kissing your dumbbells before you know it” You passed by him, smacking your hip against his to which he grumbled. Grabbing more tool for the dessert you were both trying to teach Leo to do. Raph wanted bragging rights and had chosen a more challenging dessert but that had been proven to be a terrible idea, another attempt from your end had also been fruitless.

Attempt three was cookies from scratch.

Leo already hated the kitchen, the Hashi was easier.

“At least my knees don’t pop every time I squat” He grinned when you stopped in your tracks, turning to with your mouth hanging open.

“At least I never broke somebodies toilet” You pointed at the bathroom with a wooden spoon. Leo pursed his lips trying not to laugh, that had been a memorable moment.

“At least I never considered selling pictures of my feet at some point” He was so proud of that one even more so when you made a series of inhuman sounds.

“Is this coming from the man who sends me post workout selfies asking me if he’s looking ‘a little flat’?” The way Raphael’s eyes bugged out was exactly what you wanted to see. Leo raised a brow ridge at that one.

“Is this coming from the same person who called me crying at 2am because they decided to give themselves bangs?” You gasped and threw the wooden spoon at him, naturally ninja skills made him catch it. “You green jerk! I blame YouTube for that one!” Raph nodded mockingly at her response.

Leo lifted a finger, wanting to ask if maybe the cooking lesson could be postponed indefinitely. Much to his dismay the jabs and insults picked up again and with full force. He couldn’t deny being entertained but sincerely how were they friends?!

You smacked Raphael’s arm several times the more he started to laugh to himself about that incident, he still remembers the video call to this day. “Oh laugh it up bub, at least I didn’t leave a one hour twerking compilation video on my compu-“ Raph covered your mouth, wincing when you bit him. The two of you wrestled some more, you shrieking when Raph lifted you over his shoulder.

Leo cleared his throat loudly wanting to catch both of yours attention. “You know if you guys hate each other so much you don’t have to teach me how to cook, I’ll just ask Mikey” He wasn’t aware his words were the true insult of the evening.

“Hate? Who says I hate Raph?” You slid off his shoulder, a stern look on your face. “He’s my literal best friend, I would straight up murder somebody for him” There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in your words. Raph slaps a large arm over your shoulders and nods.

“Anybody so much as looks at this tiny annoying brat the wrong way, they dead bro.” The two of you nod in unison.

Leo blinks several times. “But you guys just insult each other for the last hour and a half”

The ‘and so?’ look you shot Leo was also parroted by Raph. “We’re offensive soulmates honestly” the seriousness only gives Leo whiplash, he holds his hands up in defeat.

Clearly, there’s something more happening here.

[cdroloisms]

Prompt: Dream is released from prison and one night when Sam's trying to sleep the full scope of what he did hits him.

oh this one was heartwrenching anon im in love

the idea that sam and dream were FRIENDS before pandora haunts me so much ,, dream TRUSTED him, at one point, and sam trusted him back ,, it’s really the cherry on top of the whole dang screwed up cake that is the prison :’)

anyway, as is becoming the norm on this blog, please note the warnings bc this gets heavy!

tw: abuse (physical/emotional), toxic relationships, effects of starvation (it’s brief but it’s there), violence, panic attacks, illness, blood, gore (?)

There is blood on the pickaxe.

Sam's hand brushes over the netherite; even in the dark room, the metal, lit by the soft lavender light of enchantments, is clearly stained reddish-brown, some flecks reaching the polished wooden handle. He must've forgotten to clean it after the last session with the prisoner- Dream, throwing it and the rest of his Warden set in a chest haphazardly before going to sleep.

His fingers brush against it; the edge is ragged from a lack of maintenance, the dried blood leaving the entire surface patchy and irregular. The bottom of the handle is well-worn, the wood easily molding to the palm of his hand, the weight familiar. He watches himself move it with a strange sort of disconnect, maneuvering the tool - weapon around with almost more ease than his own sword. He flips it around, fingers easily finding the nick in the top third of the handle, the groove where metal meets wood, eyes tracing his own handwriting, words written in neat, blocky script along the bottom edge of the netherite.

Warden's Will Breaker

The Warden. It's hard to remember that that person was even him, wearing netherite like a second skin, sword perpetually within reach, a monotone voice and metal mask to hide everything soft away; completely emotionless, until the pickaxe was in his hand and every feeling he'd kept bottled deep beneath came up, furious, suffocating, leaving nothing behind but a simmering rage that demanded release-

(Blood on his hands the sound of cracking bones tugging on the handle and meeting resistance screams echoing on obsidian please please Sam stop please stop please-)

He breathes in, out, the pickaxe (Will Breaker) still lying in his hands, still stained with blood. He blinks down at it; it feels wrong to hold it without the rest of the Warden's gear on his body, to carry this thing still saturated with memories of dark shadows and stifling heat and so much pain, to be staring at it without the weight of a mask on his face, of armor sitting against his shoulders, of a sword on his hip. It feels like it belongs to someone else entirely, completely out of place against his creeper print pajama pants (courtesy of Ponk) and knit slippers; it feels foreign, even with memories of it held in his hands flash through his head.

(you deserve this you are a monster you didn't stop when he asked you to I'll stop when you're sorry I'll stop when you're broken behave behave behave)

The prison was all boxes, hard edges; there was no room for kindness, no room for mercy. The prison meant that he was the Warden, that Dream was the Prisoner, that they would not, could not step out of the roles carved for them in the unforgiving obsidian. The walls were stark; every inch deliberate, methodical, necessary. The Warden held the monster and the Prisoner sought to escape his Labyrinth and thus went the game, everlasting, until one of them broke, until one of them failed, Will Breaker, really, only meant to speed up the process-

Only that didn't quite happen.

The Prisoner left, but didn't escape; the Warden was no longer needed, but did not fail. In the end, it was Sam that found Dream wheezing, feverish, in the back of his cell, Sam who carried the man across the bridge, feeling him lie limply in his arms, all skin and bones, Sam who brought him into the Community House as everyone clamored over his weak and dying body.

He'd been released from Pandora (for the foreseeable future, Puffy had said, voice trembling, until he's well enough to stand trial) and Sam, unable to stare at the still-unconscious man and remember his own hands covered in blood and bits of shattered bone, had left to hide away in his base. Until he's needed to be the Warden, again, he'd muttered to himself on the boat ride over, until that responsibility is once again his to bear.

It's harder to justify it all, here, where his floor is covered in carpet and dog hair, where there's a soft light behind him from the redstone lamp hooked up next to his bed, where everything from the Warden has been scrubbed away and left just Sam, limbs a bit gangly, hunched down over a chest that's just a bit too short for him to reach comfortably, feelings raw and painful like an exposed nerve. It's hard to say that the violence and cruelty were necessary, looking at the walls laid down by hands kinder than his own, the remnants of pie still stuck in his chests and blocks of bright pink wool (You Matter <3) decorating the few that he hasn't opened in a while, staring at the soft-edged memories of someone that had yet to know that pickaxes could be stained red by something other than redstone.

("You're leaving?" Dream, younger, hands knotting in the bottom hem of his hoodie.

"Just for a bit," readjusting his crown from where it stands, off-center, on his head; Dream laughing and reaching up to straighten it for him. "I just want to explore a little. Find somewhere open where I can really rig some stuff up, you know?"

"I can't believe the things you do with that crap, man," freckled cheeks rising in a brilliant smile. "It's insane."

"You're pretty insane yourself, Mr. Manhunt," Dream tosses his head back, wheezing, and Sam laughs with him. The sun rises over them, sky pale and pink and beautiful.

"Well, this is the Community House, Awesam," Dream pulls him in, arms wrapping around his neck, head bumping against his chin. "You're always welcome here."

He smiles, soft, murmuring an agreement that rumbles deep and low in his chest. "I know. Y'all take care of yourselves, ok?"

"Of course," Dream punches him, lightly, in the shoulder, trying and failing to hide the way his eyes shine. "We always do.")

The pickaxe falls from his hand, clattering to the ground. Distantly, Sam realizes he's crying.

Prime, what had he done?

[sarah-sandwich]

"I need a hug" please and thank you!

Hi friend! Here it is! Remind me to never commit to a fic a day for an entire week again lmao

Happy last day of National Storyteller Week to everyone who creates or consumes stories! Jump over to my ao3 for 5 ridiculous parkner fics 👌✨💛

Peter, no

He probably should have clued in sooner, a lot sooner.

Him and Peter have been attached at the hip for three years, ever since Peter ran into the lab in the middle of a video call with Tony, shouted something about an arm-wrestling tournament with the Avengers, and begged, “You gotta come trash talk them for me! Please, Mr. Stark! No one roasts as good as you!” Then, after receiving Tony’s resigned agreement, exclaimed, “I’m gonna dislocate Captain America’s shoulder!” turned tail and sprinted back out, ignoring Tony’s, “Peter, no!”

It was over in under a minute but he was bewitched.

“Who was that? And why haven’t I met him?”

“I’ve been avoiding this day,” Tony said in a world-weary tone. “You’re either going to hate each other or get on like a house fire. Either way, I’ll never know peace again.”

In usual Tony Stark fashion, he was right.

He thought he’d seen every side of Peter there is. He’s seen him soft and sleepy under the blue glow of the television. He’s seen him wired and manic as he pursues a project on little to no sleep. He’s seen him broken and bleeding in more ways than he cares to count. He’s seen him laughing until he cries, crying so hard the only thing he can do is cry with him, too exhausted to feed himself, too angry to speak, and he’s been there when he’s on the cusp of dropping dead from embarrassment (usually pointing and laughing but hey, somebody’s gotta keep him humble).

He knows him like he knows his sister, like he knows his mom, like he knows himself.

His point is, it shouldn’t have taken this camping trip to put the pieces together. Realization shouldn’t have hit him like a log to the face when Peter rolled up the sleeves of his borrowed flannel and suddenly he couldn’t breathe for wanting to kiss him stupid.

Well, stupider.

A moment later, Peter picked up the bag of tent poles like they weighed nothing and somehow managed to dump them all over the side of the road like a can of pick-up-sticks.

It’s gonna be a long weekend.

~*~

“What’s this thing for again?” Peter asks, raising his arms high over his head to hold up the long swath of fabric two times his height.

“It’s a rain fly, Peter. It keeps out the rain.”

“It’s not supposed to rain. Trust me, Aunt May checked the weather like 50 times before she would let me leave.”

“We still need it.”

“But why? We could sleep under the stars.”

“It traps in heat.”

“Sounds like another tally in the cons column. It’s hot as fuck, dude.”

“Not tonight it won’t be. Temperature fluctuates a lot in the mountains, especially when the sun goes down.”

“Temperature fluctuates in the mountains,” Peter repeats mockingly.

Harley stops what he’s doing. “If you really wanna sleep under the stars I don’t have to share my tent. Enjoy the skeeters.”

“You love me too much to leave me to sleep with the wildlife,” Peter says, voice muffled from under the rain fly as he attempts to drape it over the erected tent.

His heart skips. Does he know? Has he been that obvious even while oblivious to his own feelings? Did Peter figure it out before he did? Has he been graciously not saying anything about his huge undeniable crush while—

Peter squawks and tumbles forward, the tent collapsing under him with a snap that echoes through the trees. The rain fly flutters over him like a burial shroud.

“Please tell me whatever just broke was a part of you.”

“Uhh, sorry.”

He sighs. He’s in love with an idiot.

~*~

The tent leans a little to the left when they’re done with it but he’s pretty sure it’ll hold up through the night. Just in case, they limit how often they go in and out of it (which, in his opinion, is the way it should be done regardless).

A breeze rustles the trees, scattering pine needles as birds chitter and small unseen wildlife scurries around the underbrush. He breathes in deep, savoring the scent of dirt, pine, and fresh air. He’s been in the city far too long.

Peter stands with his hands on his hips, dirt crusted on the knees of his jeans, his borrowed flannel pulling tight across his chest as he watches a puffy white cloud scoot by with a befuddled expression.

He turns to Harley. “So umm, now what?”

He shrugs. “Whatever you want. You’re the one who’s never done this before?”

Peter stares at him blankly.

“Right. Forgot who I was talking to.” He shakes his head and walks over to the car with a sigh. “This way, city boy. It’s time you learned to fish.”

“Sounds smelly.”

“Mmm.” He pops the trunk and pulls out two fishing rods—one old and dinged up, the other brand-spankin-new—and he passes them to Peter so he can grab the tackle box and a white plastic bucket with a lid on it.

“And slimy,” Peter continues, wrinkling his nose at the bold ‘WORMS’ printed on the side of the white bucket.

“That it is, but there aren’t any rats and no one has pissed on the place you need to sit so it’s automatically better than anything the city has to offer.”

“We’ll see about that,” Peter grumbles.

~*~

“Y’know,” Harley drawls lazily, eyes half-lidded as he watches Peter jump from rock to rock along the shoreline, “usually when people are lookin’ to catch a fish they cast their line into the water rather than leavin’ it on the ground.”

“Oh is that how it’s done? I had no idea,” Peter says, stooping down to peer into a small pool sequestered away from the rest of the body of water. “What do tadpoles look like?”

“Uh, little squirmy guys.”

“Very descriptive, thank you.”

“Mhmm. Anytime, darlin’.”

Peter looks up at him, eyes narrowed and he jolts under the sudden scrutiny.

“What?” he asks. He always calls him darling. It’s just a thing he says—a southern thing. So what if over the years he’s stopped using the name for anyone else? It doesn’t mean anything. It’s not weird.

“Are you falling asleep?” Peter asks.

“Pfft, no,” he says. The sun is deliciously warm, seeping into his skin and turning his bones to butter as the katydids buzz and birds sing. A warm breeze ruffs his hair and he finds himself blinking slowly.

“Dude, you’re totally falling asleep.” Peter grins playfully and hopscotches across the rocks back to him as he teases, “You know, usually when someone wants to catch a fish, they do it while they’re awake.”

“I am awake, dummy.”

“Not for much longer.” He comes to a stop at his side and tweaks the brim of his hat. “Look at you. You’re like an old man falling asleep in his recliner in front of the big game.”

“Napping is a perfectly respectable part of fishing,” he argues.

Peter throws back his head and laughs. Backed by blue sky and thickly forested mountain, sunlit from above, he’s never looked better.

Should he tell him? Is now the time? He can’t imagine living like this—knowing how he feels but bottling it up and keeping it a secret from his best friend.

Then again—

His fishing rod dips and he sits up with a start, hands already moving for the reel.

“Woah, is that a fish?” Peter exclaims, peering into the lake.

“Sure hope so. Can’t imagine what else it’d—,”

“Can I pull it in?” Peter asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excitable puppy.

“No, you if wanna get a fish you have to put in the work.”

“What work? Laying around half-asleep?”

“Yeah, exactly. I’ll let you take it off the line, how ‘bout that?”

“Eh, that’s okay. I’m good.”

He wrestles the fish out of the lake, a bass about two hands long, and then holds the flopping fish, hooked through the lip, out to Peter.

“There you go. Just pop that puppy off the hook and toss ‘im back in.”

“Wait, you don’t even keep the fish?”

“What would I do with a fish?”

“…eat it?”

“That’s a whole song and dance I ain’t got the tools or the patience for. Just grab the fish, Pete. Preferably before it suffocates.”

Peter makes an unhappy sound in his throat but reaches for the fish. Just as his fingers brush the scales, the fish gives a mighty wiggle and Peter flinches back towards the lake.

“Eep!” Peter squeaks and goes into the water with a splash.

Harley hunches over, laughing his head off as Peter sits up, water streaming down his face and dripping from his hair.

“I hate you.” Slipping and sliding in the muck, he makes his way through the mid-thigh deep water, back to dry land, and then keeps walking past Harley and up the hill to the trail that will lead him back to camp.

All the while Harley laughs and laughs, taking a moment to free the fish back into the lake before he sits down and tips his face to the sun, chuckling and committing to memory the way Peter’s soaked jeans and flannel clung all over his body.

~*~

“I still don’t see why—,”

“Shush,” Peter snaps, frowning in concentration over the tiny flame he’s been babying to life for the past fifteen minutes.

He sighs. He tried to convince him to wait until supper for a campfire meal but Mr. Eager Beaver insisted on trying his hand at it now. Had they made sandwiches they’d be done by now and could be hiking. But no. Peter wants to play Boy Scout so they’re going to sit here and starve until he gets a fire built just to spend five minutes roasting hot dogs and then have to put it out again.

To make matters worse, Peter’s no longer wearing his shirt since it got soaked in the lake. He’d gotten attached to how he looks in his clothes. Now he’s wearing on one of his standard nerd-pun tees and a wrinkly pair of khaki cargo shorts and he’s going to have to convince him to at least put on long socks before they hike or he’s going to risk getting poison ivy or poison oak all over his calves and ankles.

“There it goes! There it goes!” Peter exclaims, sitting up tall and motioning at him to look at the little flame as it eats up the pile of twigs and tinder.

“Very good, dear,” he says dryly. “Now see if you can keep it going with some real wood.”

Peter cocks his head at him. “Was that a double-entendre?”

“Why on earth would I imply that we should put a part of my human anatomy in the fire, Peter?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, squatting beside the fire as he breaks up a stick. “Dick jokes are funny.”

“You’re a child.”

“And yet you— Shit!” He flinches back from the fire and falls on his backside.

He comes alert with a spike of adrenaline, rushing forward to— to— pat out flames with his bare hands? He doesn’t know. “What happened?” he demands, checking Peter over for damage and finding nothing, not a burn or singe in sight.

Still sprawled on the ground, Peter looks up at him through his eyelashes with an embarrassed grimace. “I don’t want to say.”

“But you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” he sits up cross-legged and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He stares down at him as he looks down in his lap. “You’re really not going to tell me what just happened? I already saw you fall in a lake because you were scared of a fish. It can’t be worse than that.”

Peter looks up, neck crimped and mouth screwed into an unhappy pucker. “I thought something was on me but it was just the grass.”

Harley stares. “So, you thought a bug was on you.”

“Yeah. I’m starting to think I’m not cut out for this place.”

What has he gotten himself into?

~*~

Peter hasn’t stopped chattering about everything under the sun since they left camp. And considering where they are, there’s a lot to chatter about. From bugs to birds to types of trees and identifying clouds, he’s heard it all. It’s why he’s not paying attention to the path like he should, too busy watching the way Peter waves his hands animatedly as he rambles, the way the sun lights his eyes and makes his hair shine, the way his lips shape the words.

He hasn’t taken in a word he’s said for the past twenty minutes but he’s watched him with rapt attention while his mind churns through his options. He’s not one to ignore something once he knows about it. He doesn’t want to keep this a secret. There’s no reason to. It’s nothing shameful and if Peter doesn’t reciprocate then… well, nothing changes, right? He’s fine with that. Best friends is still good. Great, even.

But if Peter does reciprocate…

His breathing quickens at the thought. How did he not notice this ridiculous crush sooner? It’s like something has been awakened inside him and now it refuses to shut up and go back to sleep. He gravitates towards Peter like an orbiting moon. He’s a moth to Peter’s beam of light. Helpless under the thrall.

Peter suddenly looks right at him. “—you know what I mean?”

“Huh?” His foot lands wrong and rolls over a root. His ankle screams out and then he’s dropping as it gives out.

“Woah!” Peter catches him, one arm around his back and the other fisted into his shirt at his shoulder. His brain goes offline, only processing the way Peter is pressed against him, the way his face is angled over him like he’s on the verge of dipping him into a kiss, the way neither of them moves or speaks, staring instead with startled realization.

He thinks he imagines it when Peter’s eyes dilate but then they fix on his lips and there’s no way he’s imagining that.

Lights flash in his head and he forgets to breathe as they hang suspended in time.

Then Peter bites his lip and his cheeks flush dark pink as he yanks Harley upright.

He stumbles, unprepared, and his ankle gives out a second time.

Peter catches him by the elbows babbling, “Oh my God, I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—,”

“I’m fine. I…” The rest of the sentence vanishes from his tongue as he looks into Peter’s eyes. He loves his eyes���warm and affectionate, they always give him away. Whether they’re bright with curiosity, sparkling with delight, wide with embarrassment, or narrowed in anger, he’s an open book. That’s why the look in his eyes now gives him pause. He’s never seen it before—or maybe it’s been there all along but he hasn’t noticed until now.

They’re dark and focused like he’s seeing through him into his soul and likes what he sees so much he wants to eat him alive.

His heart thunders as he lifts a hand to Peter’s cheek. This is it. This is the moment he tells him and finds out where they’re going to go next.

Peter’s eyes go wide and he swallows thickly, but then his gaze shifts beyond him and he freezes except to carefully grab his forearm in a too-tight grip.

“Bear,” Peter breathes.

His awareness of their surrounding returns so suddenly it hurts. Birds sing, bugs buzz and chirp, somewhere nearby a creek burbles, and behind him on the path, something scuffs the ground and then snorts and sniffs harshly.

“No,” he says quietly. No, he refuses to allow this to be his reality. This cannot be happening. He won’t allow this to happen.

“Harley, bear,” Peter repeats, grip tightening.

Oh my God, this is happening.

“Don’t run,” he says in an undertone. “You’re not supposed to run.”

“We gotta run.”

“Peter, no.”

“Harley, there’s a fucking bear.”

“Listen to me—,”

“I’m gonna grab you—,”

“—we gotta stay still and—,”

“I’ll carry you and—,”

“—non-threatening so—,”

“I’m going to get you up a tree and then—,”

“—it won’t chase us.”

“—the bear will chase me.”

“Peter—,”

“It’ll be fine.”

“—no.”

~*~

He waits in the tree for over an hour, ankle throbbing, sick to his stomach with worry, wondering if he’ll ever see the idiot he stupidly fell in love with ever again. Even if he didn’t get eaten by the bear, he’s no good out here in the woods. He could be lost. He could be too hurt to move. He could be—

—covered in what smells like animal shit and standing balefully at the base of the tree.

“I need a hug,” Peter says, voice small.

“Did you—,”

“I did what needed to be done.”

“So that’s—,”

“Don’t say it. Do you need help getting down?”

“I’ll figure it out. Don’t touch me.”

“That’s fair. I’ll be in the lake. Will you bring me all of the soap and soap-like products we own?”

“Yeah. Gimme a minute.”

“Thanks, Harley.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

I love you. I’m glad you’re not dead. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come back. My life wouldn’t be the same without you in it. You’re everything I want.

“You’re an idiot,” he says.

Peter nods. “Yeah.”

~*~

“Black bears can run 35 miles per hour,” he says conversationally. They’re sprawled on a blanket while the fire crackles nearby (but not too close, they’ve had enough disasters for one day). His foot is propped on the tackle box, elevating his ankle and Peter is beside him, flat on his back staring up at the stars through the trees, close enough that their arms brush.

“Trust me, I know.”

“They can also climb trees,” he continues reading from his phone. “You should never climb a tree to avoid a bear.”

“Harley—,”

“If a bear notices you, stay calm. Most bears don’t want to attack you.”

“Dude, I get it.”

“Move away slowly and sideways. Do not run. Do not climb a tree.”

Peter snatches the phone out of his hands and sits up. “I panicked, okay? I can’t lose you! I had to get you out of there.”

He goes still, the crackling of the fire and the crickets the only sound in the night.

“Say again?”

“Don’t,” Peter says harshly, still holding his phone far out of reach. “Don’t make fun of me about this one. You don’t get it, okay?”

This isn’t how he expected this to happen. Hyper aware of his heart beating in his chest, he asks, “What don’t I get?”

“I was terrified.”

“And you think I wasn’t?”

“Not in the way I was. I was— It was like— It was like if anything happened to you, nothing would be okay ever again. I don’t—,” He pulls in a deep breath, chest heaving as his eyes shine uncommonly bright in the firelight. “I don’t know. You’re— Ever since we met things have just felt right and good in a way they hadn’t before and I’ve already lost so many people and then you were in danger and I couldn’t do nothing. I couldn’t.”

“Okay,” he says gently, sitting upright and scooting over on the blanket. “Okay.” He takes the phone and sets it aside then takes Peter’s hand in both of his. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m okay.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” Peter says miserably, sniffing and wiping his eyes with the back of his free hand. “I think I have been for a long time.”

“Well, that’s lucky because I think I’m in love with you too.”

“You— What?”

“Mhmm. Since at least this morning.”

Peter stares at him. His lips twitch. “This morning? For real? Are you teasing me?”

“A hundred percent serious. It hit me right before you dumped my tent poles all over 36th street. Unrelated, you should wear my clothes more often.” He pauses and then says, “I think today was the universe asking me if I was sure I wanted to be tied down to your dumb ass for the rest of forever.”

“And?” Peter asks, eyes wide in the firelight.

“Yeah,” he says, smoothing a curl away from his forehead. “I’m sure.”

Peter leans in and kisses him, soft and quick. “Is that okay?”

Heart in his mouth, he says, “I think you can do better.”

Peter laughs and smooths his thumb over his cheekbone. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin’.”

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan keeps a close eye on his ex Deena after learning that the man she is currently with has a history of abuse.]

Negan and Deena PART TWO

Smut/drama/TW:physical abuse

"What do you wanna know about Michael?" Simon asked a bit confused as they stepped into his apartment.

"Everything. Anything you know."

"Well shit-" Simon scratched his head trying to make himself remember anything about this man on the spot.

"I dont know, I met him like a decade ago. I'd always see him at the Jackson bar on Friday nights. I dont think he has any kids. He used to date this one girl for a while but I dont know what happened with her. We used to hear rumors but-"

"What rumors?"

"I-I dont think they were true but-"

"What fucking rumors?"

"Some people used to say he'd smack his girlfriend around but I dont know man, I never saw any proof."

Negan knit his brow giving Simon a death stare.

"And you didnt think to tell me this after I told you the mother of my child was with this man?"

"Negan I-" before Simon could finish Negan grabbed him by the collar and gave him a hard shake.

"You didnt think to tell me my woman could be with someone dangerous!"

"Your woman? Negan I swear I didnt remember." Negan didnt respond staring at him for a moment before finally letting him go and taking a deep breath.

"What happened, did he do something to Deena?"

Negan sat down and ran his hands over his face in frustration.

"She wont tell me but I know something is not right."

"Shes not going to tell you, remember you're an asshole in her eyes so I doubt she'd tell you even if something was wrong." Simon lit up a cigarette leaning back on his chair.

"Listen, I may be an asshole but I never fucking touched Deena. I never lay a hand on her." Negans knee was shaking as he sat back and thought of what the truth could be, Simon had never seen him this concerned.

"Hey man, maybe its not even like that. You cant bombard her with it, you know how she is. She'll shut down. Just give it time, if something else looks weird, act on it but till then just wait cause we really dont know."

Negan knew Simon was right in a way. Deena wouldnt admit it even if it was true and he didnt have solid evidence.

Instead Negan was going to make it a habit now to show up more often to see Jack. Of course during his visits with Jack he'd make sure you were ok without asking you anything. He would just keep a closer eye on you.

As he planned, Negan showed up more throughout the week to see Jack. Everytime he had been there Michael wasnt there, yet he still noticed you keep to yourself more than usual. Of course you had to keep to yourself more, you didn't want to upset Michael again. Part of you knew your feelings were still strong for Negan but you didnt want to acknowledge it because of how much he had hurt you. Michael was someone new who you convinced to yourself wasnt that bad. You did call him another mans name, part of you was almost making yourself believe it was your fault what occured. Michael hadn't touched you since, as long as you didnt upset him you were fine is what you would tell yourself.

Negan was in the living room with Jack while you began cooking dinner for when Michael would arrive. You could hear Negan being playful with Jack, it was a sweet sound that made your heart flutter.

Negan sighed putting the baby down in his playpen before looking towards the kitchen. He walked in as you stirred the food, leaning his shoulder on the doorway watching you quietly cook.

"You look beautiful."

Your heart immediately began to race, trying not to put much thought to it or even look his way, you smiled.

"Thank you."

Negan slowly walked in to the kitchen looking around. He noticed some things had been changed from where you originally had them. He noticed something sitting beside the food pantry he hadn't noticed before.

"What's this?" Negan asked opening the box to find a stack of tools.

"Wait, Negan-" you ran to him taking the tool from his hand and putting it back in the box carefully.

"This is Michael's and he doesnt like it to be touched." Negans face quickly changed noticing how nervously you reacted.

"What does he live here now?"

"No. He just has some things here. That's all, just don't touch it please. Hes really picky with his things."

You walked back to the pot of food that was almost done cooking as Negan crossed his arms not taking his eyes off you. He had never seen you act this way before.

"You must really like this guy huh?" He asked just to see your reaction, he knew there was something more making you act this way.

"Mhm." You responded without making eye contact.

"Mhm." Negan pressed his lips together before you were both interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking.

"That must be Michael now."

"He has the fucking keys? Since when?"

"Negan please. I just gave it to him for today since I thought I was going to be alone with Jack." You quickly walked out to greet Michael at the door. The more Negan realized things, the more angrier he became. This man was trying to claim all of this as his. He was trying to gain a power over you and you couldnt see it.

Negan walked out of the kitchen to catch Michael with his lips on yours. Negan right away got a bad taste in his mouth at the sight before Michael looked up at him.

"Negan. I didnt know you were here."

"Yeah. Came by to check on my son and Deena. Have to make sure shes ok here by herself with him."

"Oh I'm sure I have a good watch on that." Michael quickly responded.

"Yeah well an extra eye doesnt hurt." Negan grinned trying to keep himself composed. The silence that followed made you anxious and uncomfortable.

"So are you ready for dinner?"

"Yes!" Both men eagerly responded at the same time, making you more anxious. It was clear these men did not like each other and had no problem in showing it.

Negan watched as Michael sat and let you serve him. He could tell you were nervous as you served his plate, of course you were. You had not expected Negan to stay for dinner.

"Thank you, baby." Michael said loudly as you turned to walk towards Negan with the food when he suddenly spanked your ass hard making you gasp. Negan grabbed his knee under the table hard, he knew Michael was doing this to purposely piss him off and boy was it working. As you were about to serve Negan he stood up and grabbed the pot of food from you.

"I got it, Dee. Sit down, shit you been on your feet all day."

"Dee? I've never heard anyone call her Dee." Michael cleared his throat looking up at Negan with a raised brow. Michael clearly didnt like the sound of the little nickname Negan had for you.

"Only I do. Old habit." Negan knew what he was doing and if Michael wanted to get under his skin, he knew how to get under his too. Taking a deep breath you sat down next to Jack, making sure he was comfortable in his high chair and began to eat. There was silence for a moment until Michael noticed the lid on his box of tools was not left the way he had left it the day before.

"What happened with my tool box?" Michael's question instantly made you nervous.

"Oh I-"

"That was me." Negan interrupted not liking the tone in his voice when he spoke to you.

"You let Negan touch my tool box?"

"She didnt let me touch anything. I thought it was something I had left here so I went to take a look." Negan responded confidently.

"I dont know why you would think anything here belongs to you, you dont live here."

"As far as I'm concerned, neither do you." Negan shot back.

"Ok stop." You spoke hesitantly as the men stared at each other angrily.

"Can we just enjoy dinner?"

The rest of the dinner was silent, you didn't make eye contact with either of the men. Negan stood up and was soon getting ready to leave. He leaned in beside you to give Jack a kiss. You could smell his scent close to you, Michael quietly stared at you as you stared down at your plate of food.

"Let me know if you need anything, Deena." You heard his voice close to your ear.

Negan walked out not liking the idea of him leaving you alone with Michael. In reality, what could he do without you acknowledging anything or him having proof? He would just look like a jealous man, which he could admit jealous he was. Negan left and you could feel Michael's eyes on you.

"I trust you to not let your ex touch my belongings or disrespect me."

"I told him not to touch it, Michael. I really did."

"Dont." He slammed his fist on the table making you jump. Jack began to cry making you quickly pull him out of his high chair and comfort him.

"Dont lie to me, Deena."

"Michael stop it. Im not lying to you and you're scaring Jack. You can leave." Surpsingly feeling a rush of courage when it came to Jack, you stood up with him in your arms and began to walk out the room until he unexpectedly grabbed your arm. You froze as he squeezed you and stood up staring down at you.

"Watch how you talk to me, baby."

"I said..you can leave." You felt yourself shaking as you stood your ground.

"Alright. You want me to leave? I'll leave." Michael responded calmly, a little too calm for comfort. He turned around and began to walk away making you let our a deep breath of relief when suddenly he turned around and smacked you across the face. You yelped as you fell hard to the floor holding Jack as tight as you could. Blocking his head from hitting anything you slammed your head on the bottom kitchen cabinet.

"Now I'll leave. You see what you do to yourself." Michael walked out slamming the door loudly as Jack cried loudly. Tears streaming down your eyes you cried with him.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered to Jack. Pushing yourself up off the floor you went to lock the door when Michael suddenly appeared again making you step back.

"Another thing, you tell Negan any of this I'll make sure you never see your son again. Remember my brother is a lawyer. He'll have you all fucked."

With those last words he walked out for a second time. Looking over at the table by the door you were relieved to see he had left the keys. Immediately you locked it, even clicking the bolt into place. Upset you walked up the stairs to run Jack a warm bath and calm him down. All you wanted was to call Negan to come over in that moment.

You took Jack a bath and put him to bed when you realized you had a text from Negan.

"Is jackass still around?" He texted making you chuckle softly.

"No. Alone now, baby just went to sleep." You responded in a text when suddenly you heard your phone begin to ring but when you checked, it wasnt a phone call.

Negan wanted to video call you. Your heart skipped a beat, he had never done this. What the hell was making him do it now.

You picked up the video call and found him staring very serious at the screen, he also look a bit tired.

"Figuring out your phone huh?" You teased.

"I wanted to see you." You watched as Negans eyes roamed over the screen taking a good look at you. Negan was doing everything he could to have a closer eye on you without you realizing it.

"Well you're seeing me." You responded with a smile but Negan could tell the smile didnt reach your eyes.

"I'm surprised the asshole didnt stay the night." Quickly, he saw you look away from the camera turning to the side. Looking to keep yourself occupied with something.

"Its fine. I wanted to be alone anyways."

"Guess he didn't like me being there for dinner." Negan chuckled to himself.

"He doesnt like alot of things." You muttered low.

"What do you see in that asshole, Deena?"

His sudden question caught you off guard but you didnt know how to respond.

"I know I wasnt the greatest to you but I see you with this guy and you're not you."

You stayed looking away from the camera as Negan quietly stared at you.

"Can we talk about something else?"

Negan heard a crack in your voice as you brushed your hand through your hair.

"What happened after I left, Deena?"

"Nothing happend after you-" cutting yourself off you looked up having heard a thump. Negan frowned wondering what caught your attention.

"What is it?"

You didnt respond as you slowly stood up and walked out of the room quickly checking on Jack. Thankfully he was fine and the main door was still locked. You sighed a breath of relief before getting back into your room and realizing you were becoming paranoid.

"I thought I heard something, it was just me." Negan could tell something was worrying you but you didnt want to admit what it was.

"You want me to come over, just to make sure everything is fine around the house?"

His offer made you quickly look back at him with some sort of relief in your eyes.

"I mean yes, maybe check the attic. Could be a pipe." You lied and he knew it. In all honesty you were just afraid with what had just happened with Michael. You felt paranoid about him showing up unexpectedly. Negan played along just wanting you to be comfortable and made his way to you. It was around ten at night, Negan never came over this late but you didnt mind it.Relieved to see Negan when you opened the door you let him in and quickly locked the door from top to bottom. You turned to find him staring at you strangely.

"Since when have you been using the bolt?"

Negan had placed the bolt for you a few years back but with all the locks on the door you had never used it. You never found it necessary.

"A habit I have now." You chuckled low as you walked past him. It did make you nervous that Negan was in your home, what if Michael found out in some kind of way? The thought of Michael turned your stomach.

"What did you want me to check out, doll?"

"Oh yeah, the attic. Maybe I heard the noise coming from there." Negan never seeming to be afraid of the unknown, pulled the ladder down and walked right up. It was hard not to admit to yourself that besides the differences you both have had, you could always count on him whenever you needed him.

"Just like I thought! Theres nothing up here." He yelled from the attic.

"You sure?"

"Shit, come see for yourself."

Negan chuckled as he came back down the ladder, you had always been afraid to go up to the attic alone.

"I know I heard something." You whispered as he made his way to you and leaned his face in close.

"You sure, sweetcheeks?" He teased making you chuckle. Negan loved teasing you, he always liked seeing you laugh.

"Oh stop." You playfully shoved him which only made him bounce back closer to you. The two of you stopped for a moment and stared into each others eyes. The thought of that kiss he gave you the last time made you shiver inside. But before he could reach in and kiss you, you quickly turned away. The strong pull you felt to him couldnt be denied but Michael...the thought of that man terrified you.

"Do you want a snack, I want a snack. I'll make us something quick." Negan watched as you flew down the stairs and scoffed shaking his head. He knew you wanted him just as bad.

As you reached into the cabinet Negan walked into the kitchen and leaned on the door way. You could feel his eyes on you, devouring you from head to toe.

"I know you dont give a shit about this guy." Negan spoke confidently as he slowly made his way to you. You didn't say a word knowing you couldnt react to him, thinking of the threat Michael made, you couldn't risk it.

"Fuck, Deena why do you let him control you like this?" Negan asked making you turn to him. He knew that would make you react which is what he wanted.

"He doesn't control me so quit assuming things."

"So then kiss me." He grinned as get got closer to you making you back up into corner.

"So what you're telling me to do is cheat on him."

"Oh is that what I said?" Negan chuckled with sarcasm.

"Figures you know, since you know so much about cheating yourself." You responded back with double the sarcasm making him laugh. You rolled your eyes pushing him aside but he blocked you with his arm. His expression suddenly turning more serious, he stared down at you not letting you pass him. His look was making you weak, your lips parted looking at his. You knew this wasn't right but the closer he got the more irresistible he became.

"I'm not going to kiss you." You whispered sounding anything but confident.

"Oh yeah? You sure about that?" He whispered in return wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you against him making you gasp.

"Now what was that you said, sweetheart?"

You were now speechless, how can you resist this man? You never stopped wanting him and he never had stopped wanting you. He leaned in and you instantly melted at the feel of his warm lips on yours. He felt your body fall into his as he passionately kissed you. He took your arms and wrapped them around his neck as he grabbed your ass with both hands.

"Negan..." you whispered into his lips.

"Hm? Tell me what you want, doll." He spoke slowly and erotically. Each word pulling at your heart strings.

"I want you." You whispered feeling him squeeze you harder when he suddenly lifted you up and sat you on the kitchen counter. You could hear him unbuckling his belt as he kissed you, his hands brushing up your thighs and pulling down your shorts and underwear. Your heart was racing. You swore this would never happen again but you didnt want him to stop. He pulled back for a moment and looked at you as he pulled you towards the edge of the counter. Negan wanted you to look directly at him as he entered you. Your arms and legs were wrapped around him as he pushed in forward, the both of you moaned simultaneously at the first feel of each other. It had been too long since he felt you and he didnt know how long he could control himself before exploding.

"Holy fuck." Negan muttered as he got into rythm. Aggresivly pulling off his shirt he threw it across the room. You moaned loudly as Negan broke out in a sweat, it took alot of him not to burst with each moan you let out. You screamed as you leaned your head back against the wall, fully exposing your neck. Negan wrapped one hand around your throat and gave you a hard squeeze as he moved faster. You squealed as he used the same hand to now grab your hair pulling it back hard.

"Negan!" You grabbed onto him tightly, the sound of your voice helpless calling for him made it hard for him to control himself any longer.

"Fuck, Deena- I cant fucking hold it-" before he could finish he groaned loudly letting himself explode within you. You moaned as he buried himself deeply, his body against yours. The two of you panting uncontrollably in each others arms.

"Negan." You whispered in a shakey voice before he pulled back and slowly pulled himself out.

"Fuck, I couldnt stop it." He spoke breathlessly falling back onto the chair behind him.

"You know how long I've been waiting for that." He chuckled making you laugh.

Jack had still been sleeping while you and Negan lay in bed under the covers. Your face on his chest as he rubbed your hair back gently. It was nice forgetting everything for just a moment until Negan rubbed over a certain part of your head making you lift your head up and wince.

"Ow."

"What's that?" Negan felt the bump on the back of your head and frowned. You knew the bump must've been from when you fell and hit your head on the cabinet. You weren't going to tell Negan this so you simply shrugged.

"I dont even know how that happened. These random bruises come out of nowhere. Dont you hate when that happens." You laughed nervously and lay your head back down. Negan stayed looking down at you not liking your response.

"You know you can tell me anything right, Dee?" You hesitantly lifted your head up and looked back at him.

"What would I need to tell you? What do you mean?" Negan didnt say a word for a moment but he knew he had to. He didnt know how you would react but he couldnt continue acting like he wasnt noticing certain things.

"What I mean is that ever since you began dating that fuck, Michael, you either have some new bruise or you're suddenly nervous with shit you never were nervous about before. I know you, Deena and you sure as fuck arent acting like yourself."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?!" You stood up quickly putting on your robe making Negan roll his eyes, he knew you would get defensive.

"Dee-" Negan tried to speak sitting up in the bed but you wouldnt let him.

"I dont know who the hell is putting this shit in your mind but leave it alone. Nobody is doing anything to me."

"Listen, I'm not trying to pick a god damn fight for fucksake." Negan got up and began to get dressed.

"Yeah? Well you are! Why dont you mind your business."

"You are my fucking business!" Negan yelled so loudly you were surprised Jack hadn't woken up.

"You know what, get out! This is why I never wanted to sleep with you again-" Negan scoffed in return.

"I beg to differ, sweetheart. With the way you felt you been wanting that just as much as I have." You stared at him in silence holding back your tears, you were not going to let him make you admit the truth.

"Get out and do me a favor dont come back unless it's to pick up Jack." You stormed out of the room making your way down the stairs to the kitchen. Negan cursed at himself angrily, the last thing he wanted to do was fight with you.

"Goddamn women." He muttered low, but he knew he had to approach this matter differently.

In the kitchen you quietly made yourself tea hearing him come down the stairs. He slowly made his way inside and leaned back on the counter beside you but you wouldnt look his way.

"Did he threaten you?" Negan asked with his arms crossed looking at the ground. Feeling a knot in your throat you couldnt respond, your silence spoke for itself making Negan look over at you.

"That son of a-"

"Negan please."

"Tell me the truth, Deena. He fucking hits you doesnt he?" His voice was stern, his eyes darkened as he looked down at you.

"It was my fault, Negan-" you cried out as Negan turned and punched the concrete wall behind him. The anger in him rising rapidly, he didnt even feel the effect on his knuckles.

"I'll kill him! I swear to God I'll fucking kill him."

"Negan, please you cant tell him anything. Please..."

"Oh for fuck sake, Deena! What the fuck does he have over you?! What is he threatening you with?!"

Negan stared down at you silently, his breathing was heavy, he studied the look in your eyes when it suddenly clicked.

"Jack." He whispered and all he saw was red. Negan quickly charged for the front door as you ran after him catching up before he could leave, you blocked the entrance.

"Negan, please you're not listening!" You cried.

"Oh I'm fucking listening, hes using our son to keep you shut. I'd like to see him try something-"

"Negan his brother is a lawyer. He threatened if I told you anything he'd make sure they'd take Jack away from me. Please, I beg you. I beg you, dont do or say anything. He doesnt do anything as long as I do what he says-"

"Do you fucking hear yourself, Dee?! As long as you do what he says? Who the fuck is he?! I know I was never an easy man to deal with but I never, ever put my god damn hands on you! Ever!" Negan turned red as he yelled, a vein pulsating hard in his neck appeared. You quietly cried before suddenly hearing Jack begin to cry upstairs. Negan sighed looking down, his fists balled up at his sides.

"Just promise me you wont say anything. Promise me."

"Ok." Negan stood aside letting you get past him to run up the stairs and check on Jack. He could hear you singing to him and ran his hands through his hair. He had never been so frustrated by a situation. He knew you were terrified for yourself and Jack and he hated that he felt like he couldnt do anything.

The next few weeks flew by peacefully, your cousin had come into town so she had been staying with you every day. With her around Michael never did anything to you. Negan knew you were safe for the time being but hated knowing Michael was still with you. You had never felt more confused, you loved Negan..you knew you did. The two of you hadn't even spoken about what happened between the two of you at all. Yet, you couldnt stop thinking about it. Jack's birthday was coming up the next day, you couldnt believe he was turning three. As excited as you were the thought of having Michael and Negan together in the same room for the first time since that night made your stomach turn. It made your stomach turn so much you actually began to feel nauseous. Brushing off the nausea, the sound of the doorbell went off and you knew it was Negan.

"Hi." You smiled as you stepped back and let him come in with a bunch of balloons.

"I picked up all these damn balloons, the cake and tomorrow I just gotta get the food." You laughed as Negan struggled with decorations and lay them out on the table.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

Once he had everything set, he turned to you and couldn't help letting his eyes roam from your head to your toes.

"Looking good, Dee."

You blushed feeling your cousins eyes fall on you in confusion. Negan winked at you before turning to Jack and got right on the floor with him and began playing with him.

"Looking good, Dee." Your cousin muttered beside you, making fun of what she has just witnessed.

"Cut it out, Louise."

"What was that all about, he looked like he totally undressed you with his eyes." She continued making you sigh when you the wave of nausea struck you again.

This time it didnt go away and you found yourself running across the living room to the bathroom. Negan looked up with a frown then looked over to Louise as she stared in even more confusion.

"Stay with Jack." Negan pushed himself up and made his way to the bathroom door, knocking gently.

"Deena? You ok?" He could hear you continuing to throw up before you finally flushed. A few minutes later you stepped out of the bathroom looking pale and weak.

"I think it was something I ate." You whispered rubbing your head.

"Come on, let's get you to sit back."

Negan guided you by your arm to the living room when you found Louise opening the door for Michael. You froze in your steps as Negans expression quickly changed.

"Negan, what a surprise."

Negans lip twitched as Michael's eyes drifted to him holding your arm.

"Oh I wasnt feeling good-"

"So I was making sure she could make it back to the couch safely." Negan interrupted in a calm yet cold tone.

"Well I'm sure I can take over now that-"

"I got her." Negan shot back sternly.

"Its ok, Negan. I feel fine, Louise is here with me too."

"Yeah I got her, Negan." Louise agreed.

Michael and Negan didnt say a word to each other as Louise took your arm and led you to the couch. Negan walked out angrily not liking to feel out of control with this situation. You knew tomorrow would be a whole other roller coaster of emotions. It would be Jack's birthday celebration, it was already the 8th. Your heart sunk realizing what you had just thought to yourself. How could you be so stupid?

It was already the 8th and you realized you were four days late on your period.

The rest of the day you felt fine physically but you worried like never before. You knew you had a extra pregnancy test hidden in your drawer somewhere that you would take as soon as Michael would leave. When he did finally leave you asked Louise to stay with Jack while you hid in the bathroom to take the rest.

"Please don't be positive, please dont be positive." You continued to whisper repeatedly when it was time for you to look at the test and your mouth dropped open.

"Oh my God.."

It was positive.

Obviously, you knew it was Negans not having had sex with Michael in the last few weeks. Louise called out for you and you quickly hid the test and the box under your shirt and ran down stairs. Throwing out any of the evidence and without saying a word put Jack to sleep for the night.

The next day you got dressed up in a nice blue sundress for Jack's birthday. It was a very small gathering and you were excited to make this memory for Jack. Looking at yourself in the mirror you finished you make up and took a deep breath before heading out of your room. The decorations had been placed nicely in the living room. Michael was in the kitchen while Louise finished setting up the balloons. You had no idea that while Michael was in the kitchen he had discovered the box the pregnancy test came out of my accident as he was taking out the garbage.

"Deena! Can you come to the kitchen for second?" Michael called out for you as you played with Jack in the living room. You left him on the floor with Louise as you entered the kitchen with a smile excited for the day before realizing what you were walking into. Michael stood by the counter with the box of your pregnancy test in hand. The expression on your face instantly changing, you felt yourself having trouble to breathe.

"Wh-where did you get that..?"

"Oh right from your garbage can, baby." His face looked demented, he looked like a ticking bomb.

"Michael....let me explain.." you whispered as he made his way closer to you.

"Let you explain? Go ahead, explain." Michael threw the box on the table making a glass cup fall and shatter on the floor. Louise heard the noise and looked up before being distracted by the door.

It was Negan.

Louise opened the door for Negan as he came in excitedly picking his son up and wishing him a happy birthday.

"You're a big boy now, three years old." Negan grinned when he suddenly heard Michael yelling. He looked towards the kitchen door then back at Louise with a raised brow.

"I dont know." She whispered with a shrug.

"Michael please!" Negan heard you yell making him quickly give the baby to Louise and charge to the kitchen. When Negan pushed open the door he found Michael grabbing you by your hair before pushing you to the floor. You screamed before looking back and noticing Negan at the door. His eyes filled with rage, you stood up and ran to him blocking him before he could do anything.

"Negan wait- it's not what it looks like."

"Oh yeah, Deena why dont you show Negan here what it looks like huh?"

"Please, Negan just go-"

"Get out of the kitchen, Deena. I've been waiting for this shit." Negan didnt take his eyes off Michael across the room.

"Negan please, listen to me. Look at me."

"Yeah please, look at her before I have to make her shut the hell up."

"Negan!" You squealed when he suddenly pushed you behind him and charged towards Michael.

"Come on asshole, I'll give you a fair fight." Negan threw the chair that was in front of him across the room before he finally reached Michael and the two men began to fight. Both men trying to put each other in head locks as they ran into everything around them, knocking everything to the floor.

"Deena get the hell out of here!"

You stood in shock against the door way watching as Negan knocked Michael off his feet.

"Yeah...wouldnt want an unfortunate accident to happen to a pregnant woman." Michael grunted as Negan held him down before realizing what he said. Negan looked up at you in disbelief before quickly looking back down at Michael.

"Wouldnt want anything happening to that baby." He continued to taunt before Negan collided his fist with Michael's face.

"Say something stupid again, I fucking dare you. Trust me asshole, I got alot more where that came from." He looked directly into Michael's eyes but before he could utter another word, Negan punched him again. Louise had put the baby in his crib and called 911 from hearing all the commotion. She came into the kitchen and gasped at the site of the entire kitchen a mess. The rush of emotions and morning sickness started to take over you. You felt yourself tipping over to the side before bumping into Louise.

"Deena are you okay?" She yelled making Negan look up to find you struggling to stand straight.

"Louise sit her down." Negan instructed without letting go of Michael. Michael scoffed with blood pouring out of his mouth when soon you heard the sound of the cops at the door.

"My brother will handle all of you."

"Youre brother can choke on my dick." Negan squeezed down harder on Michael's neck. The police quickly entered the house and detained Michael who kept yelling at all of you as they dragged him out. Negan rushed to you, grabbing a chair and sitting down right in front of you. You instantly noticed his bloody and bruised knuckles.

"Sir, do you need us to take a look at that?" A paramedic asked Negan.

"No, this is fine-" he shook his hand not worried of any injury.

"I need you to check her." Negan motioned towards you but you quickly shook your head.

"I'm fine, I'm just dehydrated-.

"And pregnant." Negan interrupted.

"You're pregnant?! What!" Louise screamed with excitement making you chuckle. Negan himself couldnt help but smirk a bit.

"Yes, Louise. Wait-wheres Jack?" You looked around as your heart began to race.

"Hes upstairs sleeping, hes fine. Dont worry, Deena." She hugged you as Negan stayed holding your hand. "You're going to need to get a restraining order on that guy if hes bailed out. You cant be here alone with the baby, and pregnant with that mad man knowing where you live."

"Oh she wont be alone, I can promise you that."

Negan meant every word he said, he was never going to risk losing you again.

If you have ideas for a part 3 if youd like one let me know? Not sure where to go after this or if I should continue at all.

[mypimpademia]

Taishiro (Fatgum) and Keigo (hawks) w a black s/o

Fatgum x black!reader x hawks

TW: Swearing, suggestive

TAISHIRO

This man knew he was in love with you from the moment he saw you

Expect him to always be admiring you

He just thinks youre so beautiful

And please wear your natural hair around him

Especially in an afro if you can

And for when you have it done, passion twists or dreadlocks

He just really enjoys wild looks

He'll also touch it a lot as long as you let him

Tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you on the daily

Plus kisses on every inch of your body

Please let him do golden hour photo shoots with you🥺

If you dont want to, at least sit by a window for him so he can absolutely worship you

He likes to help you on wash day

He just loves watching your hair go from long, to short, then long again

Buys you all they hair products you need

Always makes sure you're wrapping it or wearing your bonnet before you go to bed

"Did you wrap your hair while I was on patrol last night, gumdrop?"

Believe it or not, hes on of the main ones that gets irked rude and racist comments

They all do, but he definitely gets more mad that some of the others

You were receiving more once you and Taishiro started hanging out to begin with

And when you started dating it only got worse

You mostly ignored them, even if some of them stung, and so did Tai

But you knew more than anyone how mad they actually made them

If he'd been hearing rude and racist comments about you all day and managed to bottle it up, he'll come home and rant while doing things like cooking and picking up around the house

But sometimes, he'll snap at fans

He'll try to keep his words to be less hurtful

But his facial expression and tone could make a grown man cry

"Why is fatgum with a black girl? Did he not think of how his fans would feel? If he really cared, he wouldve had a girl from literally other race."

Since you were out in public surrounded by fans, he'd usually just squeeze your hand and try to wait till you could get home, but today he just wasn't having

"Fans? Youre no fan of mine sayin suff like that about my s/o. Im embarrassed that you left the house in my merch to say things like that about my s/o and her race. You make me, and my fans that are actually good people, look bad."

What he said was sort of in character

But again, his expression and tone were from a whole other person

The girl started crying on the spot, and when the two of you walked passed her and Taishiro mean mugged tf out of her, she ran in the opposite direction

After days like this, he can't even function properly till he gets it out of his system

So he'll mostly pace around and rant, maybe even punch a pillow

Taishiro just really doesn't understand how people could be so hateful to others because their skin is different

And it just makes him want to protect you from the hate of the world even more than he already does

He's probably cried over it more than once because it made him so mad

In cases like this, he pretty much just sits there, stares at a wall, and cries with his brows furrowed together

You try to calm him down and say its not his fault people are like this, and he shouldn't get so worked up over something he can't control

But he just can't help it because he loves you so much and he hates racism and hate speech in general

Summed up, Fatgum loves you

KEIGO

Hes so prideful of you

Literally shows you off every chance he gets

I feel like Keigo has been all over the world so hes seen how black women get treated

So manz had been defending you before yall were even in the talking stage

Of course all of it upsets him, he hates the way people hate on others for things like race and religion

But out of everyone hes the most chill confrontation wise

If he can maintain composure without saying anything, he'll just shoot people this mean ass glare if they say something

If he can't, then he's pretty mild on words too, but they definitely leave a sting on die hard fans

"Really? A black girl? And its her? You could do better. For example: me."

"You? Sorry, wouldn't date you if were the last person on Earth while you're talking about my S/o, and saying racist things like that."

And yet another fangirl running off crying

He really loves your hair

Like almost a little too much

When its natural, he likes to see it with a side parted afro if you can

When you get it done, he likes box braids, goddess braids (cornrows), and dreadlocks

His hands will be in your hair 90% of the time when you cuddle (as long as you let him ofc)

The king of taking golden hour pics

He'll fly you to different places to get a good picture or better lighting, use his feathers to fix your hair or clothes, and fly or even get on the floor to get a better angle

"Just a few more pictures, dove, then we'll be done."

Most likely calls you "golden dove" during golden hour (only if you're okay with it, hes a respectful man)

He literally worships you

Probably spends 2 hours a day just telling you how gorgeous you are

Gives you kisses while he uses his feathers and gives you soft touches

Speaking of his feathers, theyre the perfect tool to cut out old braids with

Like it takes a single second to cut every single braid

Then he'll help you unbraid all of them

And he'll help you wash your hair because like I said, he loves touching your hair

If he travels and has to leave you behind for any reason, he'll bring you back hair products for you to try

When he sees you sleeping without your hair protected, he uses his feathers to wrap it/put your bonnet on for you without waking you up

In conclusion, youre the only god/goddess he'll worship

[virryth]

Wounds | Woozi AU

Your tattoo artist seems to enjoy seeing your tears. 

1.3k | suggestive sfw, tattooist jihoon x reader

tw// mentions of blood, mentions of needles

Author’s note: it’s always the jihoon aus that goes over 1k,,, im whipped. 

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“Are you sure about this? Don’t chicken out and cry to me later.”

Mingyu whines as he sways your hand back and forth at the counter, not daring to make eye contact with the man in front. Minghao had offered to accompany you to the tattoo parlor, but you’d decided it’s better to take someone who’s as scared as you for your first tattoo, and Mingyu was the best choice. At least he’ll do the whining and crying for you.

Your tattooist watches you both from the side, disinfecting his tools and waiting for his customer to give him their cue. He used to not enjoy the pain, or the sight of it. Even seeing the little pricks of a needle is enough to make him flinch, physically, and shudder his eyes closed. He thinks there’s something so masochistic about an intentional wound, but he’s sure that’s not why most people get them. Piercing or tattooing, he couldn’t commit to either options despite the constant teasing from Joshua and Chan with the wounds they inflict on themselves. 

Wounds. That’s what he used to call them.

He sees a bit of himself in both of you, maybe even more so now than back then. The way you calmly sit down as instructed, curious eyes roaming the cold back room where he does his work. The way Mingyu fidgets with the hem of his shirt and slouches in fear something would jump out and scare him. Some time within that interval of waiting, Mingyu has decided he couldn’t watch you getting stabbed and settled in the little chair outside, occasionally peeking from the curtains to check if you’re still alive. 

“Seems like your friend isn’t getting one today.”

“No,” you laugh as he takes your arm in his hand. “He’s not good with needles.”

Your tattooist massages the spot you wanted on your forearm, slowly and gently, sending chills all over your body. He grips your upper arm and pulls you closer to inspect the spot as you catch a glimpse of his name tag--Jihoon.

“Are you scared?”

“N-no. Should I be?” 

You don’t know what to expect from your tattooist, but certainly not the way he’s circling the spot on your arm with such tenderness. Maybe it’s the sudden rise in temperature of the room, or because he’s sitting closer to you now that it’s gotten hotter. You know he won’t hurt you, he seems too gentle for that, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes the blood rush right up to your ears.

And just like that, Jihoon chuckles and lets go of your arm. “Hold on to my arms if it’s painful.”

You thought you’d be more scared, seeing the needle and all, but his voice is a strange and soothing melody that draws you in, and you don’t notice he’s already started until you feel the sharp pain. Strange, you wonder why, despite his line of work, Jihoon doesn’t have any visible tattoo or piercing while Seungcheol, the man in the front, is almost fully inked on both arms.

Jihoon does his best to be swift and precise. He’s done this for years, yet it always leaves a sour taste in his mouth every time he starts the process. Only at the start, though, because the moment he sees the blood, his hand glides through mechanically, robotically. He’s gotten so used to this that the needle or the scent of blood doesn’t faze him anymore.

The scent of you and the mark you’re leaving on his arms do faze him, though, as you dig your fingernails into them. You’re not screaming or crying like most first-timers, but he can see you’re trying your best to contain the sound escaping your throat. You take slow, deep breaths as the sweat pools on your forehead and temple, and Jihoon becomes nervous not for you but for himself.

Half way through the process, Jihoon sees the tears welling up in your eyes and the delicate movement of your throat as you gulp down the shakiness and fear you’ve been trying to contain, keeping them safe inside so others won’t see.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Jihoon gives you a reassuring smile, peering at you through dark locks of hair. “Crying is expected.”

You tilt your head a little to the side and finally let your emotions out at his words. “You must h-have dealt with this a lot.” 

Jihoon wants to say yes, of course he has, but the moment he sees the tear running down your cheek, he stops the needle, entranced at the sight of you trembling slightly underneath his touch. Something inside him snaps so loudly he’s sure you can definitely hear it. 

“U-um,” you sniffs, your voice almost a whimper as you ask him to continue. “I’m fine now, you don’t need to stop.”

Just like that, Jihoon snaps back to his work, and the last half goes by quickly. He barely looks at you as he works on your tattoo, and you’re left feeling a little bit lightheaded after having a good cry. Mingyu peeks in occasionally to make sure you’re alright, giving you thumbs up and covering his face when the needles get in his line of sight. By the end of it, when you’re almost used to the pain, Jihoon wraps up your new wound with gentleness you wouldn't expect from a tattoo artist, his pretty fingers gliding over your skin with such docility.

“Jihoon doesn't offer his arm to just anyone, you know?” Seungcheol hands you the receipt from across the table along with a box of tissue for your sweat and tears. Mingyu looks horrified at your forearm, and even more so when Seungcheol winks at him. 

“Leave the kid alone, Cheol.” The store owner, Jeonghan, chimes in as he slaps Seungcheol’s arm. “But he’s right, that’s some mark you left on him in there.”

Before you can apologize, Jihoon walks out and throws a towel at Jeonghan while making his way towards you. His face is a bit flushed and you chalk it up to the temperature of the room again. He reads you the instruction for aftercare and you watch as he fiddles with the aftercare kit, trying your best to listen to his mumbles as you envision yourself back at the small room again, his fingers rubbing circles on your skin. 

“Are you listening to me?”

You’re pretty sure either the pain or the way Jihoon looks with his hair now pushed back is making you a little woozy in the head. “Yes. Of course. Rub it when it hurts.”

Jeonghan snorts at the same time Jihoon sighs. “Don’t touch it even if it hurts.” 

“Oh, right.”

“Do you need Jihoon to come and take care of you?” Seungcheol suggests, ducking behind the table just before the aftercare kit flies out of Jihoon’s hand and hits the cabinet behind Seungcheol’s head.

“Cheol, stop teasing him and get back to work.” 

Seungcheol pouts and glares at Jeonghan. “Boss, you’re always on his side!” 

“Anyway,” Jihoon dismisses, turning away from the potential argument Seungcheol is bound to have with his boss. Just a typical day at the shop. “Come back if you need more antiseptic. You can call the number on the back if anything comes up.” 

You turn over the card in his hand and point at the number scribbled hastily next to the shop’s official line. Must be what Jihoon was writing after cleaning up his tools. 

“C-can I call you just to talk?”

Mingyu gasps from beside you, covering his mouth with both hands as he looks excitedly from you to Jihoon to Seungcheol and Jeonghan at the back. The room has gone terribly still, and you regret not asking him out earlier in the back with just the two of you.

“You can call me tonight.” 

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[glassartpeasants]

Never be Apart

 Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Angst, slight physical abuse, kidnapping

A/N: We’re back on the angst train babies! okay for the sake of the story lets just say that shigaraki has to touch you with all five fingers for his decay to continue to eat you up. Like if he touched you on accident with five fingers and he let go it wouldn’t continue. I know this isn’t how his quirk goes but for the sake of the story pretend it is 

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You sat on bar stools looking at shigaraki’s room. Wondering when your lover would come out and stop sulking. Nothing barely even happened, both of you had gotten into a little fight....

Yeah a little....

“Tomura please listen to me! Your going to get yourself killed if your not careful enough!”

“I know what im doing damnit! You know nothing!”

“It’s not that i don’t know its that im worried for you! I love you and seeing you hurt scares me!”

“I’ll be fine jesus!”

“Are you even listening?! Do you not see how your careless fighting has effected me?! I love you and everyday i have to worry if the love of my life will even come back!”

“Do you have no faith in me woman?! Fuck this im going to my room...” He said before stomping off to his room.

That was 3 days ago.

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You knock on his door in hopes to talk to him. Breathing through your nose as you put your ear against the door trying to hear any noises that could becoming from your lover.

“Shiggy baby please, can you please open the door. I just want to talk!” You whimper out to him. You hear angry grumbling coming from the other side of the door.

“Go away!” He replies from the other side. You take a deep breathe as you walk in anyways. You had bought him the new game he had been chatting about for awhile and got him some snack along the way. It was hopefully something you guys can do to make up. It was all package nicely in a gift box you had gotten.

“I thought i told you to go away. Did you not even hear me?!” 

‘oh god here we go again.’

“Shiggy come on please listen. Look what i got you-” Before you could finish Shigaraki grabbed it with his hand and threw it to the other side of his messy room.

“HEY WTH?!” You yelled at him. It was expensive you you would be rightfully pissed if he broke it.

“I don’t need some stupid gift! Now go away!”

“Shigaraki im your fucking girlfriend for chirst sakes! I love you and im allowed to worry about you! Wtf do you see me as then?! Some tool who you just have sex with?!” You screamed in his face. 

Before you could even think Shigaraki’s hand came down and slapped you across the face. The painful sting of the slap came right away before you slowly cupped your hand to your cheek and saw little dust particles in the palm of your hand. 

You slowly look up at shigaraki while backing up, fear filled your eyes as proof of that slid down your cheeks in the form of tears. Shigaraki just stood still his knees shaking as you can’t see his expression through father. You had decided that you weren’t gonna stand for this anymore. You had dealt with enough of his tantrums, and enough with him all in general. You had always been there for him and now he actually slapped you? Your mind went to what could of happened. What if he tried to kill you?

“(y/n), I-I...”

“Im breaking up with you.” You said while standing up looking right into his eyes tears sliding down your face as a patch of the flesh on your cheek was gone.

“wh-what no ple-” You didn’t give him the time to try and redeem himself before you stomped out of the bar and back to your own apartment. 

Shigaraki just stood there in his room knee’s shaking as his whole body felt weak. His arm had been outstretched towards you in hopes to grab you in hopes he could bring you back to him. His mouth was agape behind father as if a silent cry out for you to come back. Slowly his hand dropped to his side before he ran to his bedroom door and slammed it shut locking it as well. He only made it to his bed before he collapsed onto it and moved into a fetal position. He started sobbing uncontrollably as the thought of never seeing you again pulled at his heart, he couldn’t handle losing you after losing so many other people in his life. 

He moved his foot and felt an unfamiliar object on his bed. He looked up a bit to see the little gift you had bought him. He quickly scrambled over to it and looked at it carefully. He didn’t want to disintegrate any of it. He slowly undid the little ribbon you did and opened up the lid. He couldn’t help but feel some more tears stream down his face. 

You had gotten him the game he wanted along with all his favorite junk food. He slowly dug everything out and saw at the bottom a little handwritten note. He slowly picked it up with shaking hands as he opened the note up. He couldn’t even get past the first line before tears blocked his eyes sight.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!” He repeated to himself as he curled back into the fetal postion and held onto one of your shirts you had left there. Holding it to his face as he caught your scent. Holding it close fearing it would leave him just like you did. He didn’t know what to do...he scared you away and now you probably weren’t ever coming back. Unless.....

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You woke up to a dark room. Due to the darkness you can’t make out much details. You go to get up when you realized that both of your feet had been shackled to the wall behind you. You scream out hoping someone would hear your cries and come rescue you. Both only muffled noises were heard through the cloth that gagged your mouth. Your hands tied up behind your back as you cried for someone to help you.

You perk up once you hear shuffling coming from the other side of the room. You look around to hope to get a little detail on them when a small light was turned on and the sudden realization came to you. 

You were in Shigaraki’s room.

Your eyes widen once you saw a familiar mop of blue hair coming in your direction. You walk backwards tripping on your chain as your back hit the wall. You looked around in hopes this was a bad dream.

“I was so scared you know...” You yelp as you see Shigaraki come closer and sit right beside you. You try to move only for him to wrap an arm around your waist causing you to stop.

“I was scared you were going to leave me, i had no other choice! I-I can’t let you leave me.” He took father off of his face and let go of your waist before laying his head on your lap.

“mmph! mmm!” You try to form words but all that came out were muffled sounds.

“Thank you for your gift. I really like it.” He spoke softly as he nuzzled his head closer to your stomach. You felt him leave a light kiss on your stomach above your shirt. You try to shuffle away from him but as soon as you might the slightest movement choked sobs came down from under you. You look down to see Shigaraki clutching you shirt as he sobbed into it, drenching it in his tears.

His tears were soon replaced by laughter as he looked at you with a crazed smile.

“Now that you’re tied up you can never leave me! You can stay with me forever!” His eyes widen as a sick smile spread over his face before he leaned up and moved his mouth to your ear,

“Now we’ll never be apart...”

[crystal-soba]

Dbd and others x child reader

How they found you

Survivors----------------------------------------

Before you meet them (flashback)

.It was Halloween, you and your mother were trick or treating. Mom had made you a Magician costume and she was your rabbit in a hat. Your pillow case was half full already, you held your mom's hand as you both walked down the street.

When you looked back towards your mom she looked stressed. Her eyes were big and she was sweating. "Money are you okay?" You asked concerned. She gulped "Mommy's fine sweetheart. Just a bit tired." You nodded. She whispered "Sweetie, I need you to listen carefully. Hide. And don't look back." She was serious you nodded getting nervous. Your mom started running and you parted, hiding behind a trash can.

You peeked out from your hiding spot, swing Mommy and daddy. You watched them not knowing what they were saying. Daddy pushed mommy to the ground, you covered your eyes. When you opened them mommy was still on the ground, you ran into the forest with tears covering your vision. You blacked out while running.

You woke up in a foggy forest looking around you didn't recognize anything a giant tree surrounded by rocks. You sat under the giant willow tree waiting for mommy to come get you.

Dwight's pov:

I think I lost them. I looped the pretty good. I needed to find a place to hide. I'll go to the center of the map and look for a gen. I ran to the rest of the way there. As I got there I heard silent crying, as I went to check it out I didn't see anyone. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.

I did another look around, not finding anyone he shrugged but still head crying. As I did a gen to 50 percent of so the crying stopped, this put me on edge.

Back to you

I started crying, what if mommy can't find me? I should find help, you got up and walked around the strange forest. You heard a strange noise, like a machine noise. You followed the sound, there was a man with pizza delivery clothes on. You walked behind him and pulled on his shirt to get his attention.

The man screamed causing you to scream. He calmed down and adjusted his glasses. As you wiped away your tears. "Can you help me? Im lost and I need to find mommy.

would the entitey really have a kid around? He didn't really doubt it. What should he say to a kid?

He sighed and looked at you. "I'm Dwight what's your name?" He smiled. "Y/n, I need help finding mom." "How old are you y/n?" I'm turning 6 In a month." He nodded.

"Alright Y/n I'll try to help you but first we need to do a few things." You nodded. He had a tool box open, he'd ask for certain tools and you'd hand them to him. "Why are you doing this?" You asked while handing him a wrench. "well we need to do five before we can leave." "Why" you tilted your head. He shrugged.

The machine lit up and Dwight picked you up. And walked with you on his hip."how many do you have left?" He thought for a second. "Maybe two or three." You nodded. Dwight walked past one already, maybe he didn't see it or maybe he wants to do a different one. "are we going to do another?" You asked as he shifted you onto his other side. "First we are going to find one of my friends." "K".

Eventually Dwight found someone. You were standing behind him while he talked to a man taller than him, the man had a buzz cut with a tattoo of a flower on his head. "What do you mean there's a kid?" He had a funny accent. You peeked out from behind Dwight, the man had a shocked expression. He knelt down to you, "hello there little one. And your y/n?" You nodded. He stood up again and looked at Dwight "what do we do about em? We can't just leave them here alone." Dwight nodded, "well I suppose we'll take turns watching them. Maybe we should stick together?" The man nodded. Dwight picked you up and put you on the other man's shoulder. You were up high, you giggled and held onto him. "Names David." You nodded smiling.

You sat on the ground while David and Dwight worked on a machine together. You got up and David followed you "oi were are you goin?" There's another person nearby I heard them. "Hmm" he picked you up and carried you around. You looked around, you spotted an old man with a hat. "Look there they are!" David turned around as the old man looked around for the young voice. David walked towards him. Wen the old man looked up at the young child on David's shoulders he gave him a look. "It's a bit of a story. This is y/n, y/n meet Bill." "Hi." Bill shook his head, "this is no place for a child." David nodded "I agree. Or priority is to get them out of here." Bill walked behind you two , you slowed your pace to match his walk. "So y/n you have a family?" You sighed, "kind of. Mommy and Daddy fight, and Grandpa and Grandma don't talk to us anymore. Mommy told me to run away before daddy showed up." Bill put a hand on your shoulder, how about when we get ya out of here I'll be your new Grandpa?" You looked at him with hope. "Really?" He nodded.

When you got back to the machine Dwight worked on he was gone. "You think she found him?" Bill nodded. "only a matter of time before we see him or he gets caught." Caught? What does caught mean? Bill and David were working on the machine while keeping an eye on you. You heard a beautiful humming coming from the forest. You guessed Bill and David were busy with the machine, you started walking towards the music.

Anna's pov

This round was something. She found Dwight first but he got away. She at least killed one person. She found Dwight again in a gen, she hit him with an hatchet and walked off to get more. She could swear she heard the sound of small feet running.

Back to you

You looked for the singing lady, you thought you heard her getting close to you

She was watching you, almost unable to contain her excitement of find a child. The entitey had blessed her good work with an reward. A small yet strong healthy child. Now she just had to figure out how to get her to come to her.

The humming stoped earlier you looked around confused. Your head snapped when you heard twigs snap. "Hello?" You saw a tall woman infront of you with two axe's attached to her hip. As you looked up at her face you saw the white bunny mask. "Mommy!" You tackled her in a hug

Anna was taken aback. Every child cried and screamed at her. Maybe you are perfect for her. Meanwhile the other survivors jaws dropped as you called the ruthless killer "mom". "Mommy they helped me find you." You pointed towards there directions. They panicked. Anna was trying to figure out if she should kill them or not, when she looked at your face your eyes twinkled at them. She let out a sigh and headed to the gate. She snakes the gate, causing it to open automatically. She put you down. "You go with them. I will find you." Mom had a funny accent. She looked at David, Grandpa, and Dwight. "You bring her to me, or else." They nodded. While you all left.

Grandpa and uncle David and Dwight brought you to the edge of the camp where mom was. Grandpa hugged you and Uncle David and Uncle Dwight waved goodbye for now. Grandpa tipped his hat to you both before leaving.

After that mom took you inside and mad food for you.

During trials was weird. Weather the survivors or others got to you first. No one dared harm you, anna made sure of that. If any of your friends like grandpa found you he wod have you help him with things like gens or giving band-aids to people. If mom or her friends found you she would usually put you on a gen "If anyone tries to fix the machine, yell." You nodded, she would ruffle your hair and go off. If somebody came close to you you'd give them a warning, "mom says if you touch the machine I'll scream. They'd sigh and beg you to let them but you wouldn't budge.

Either way, you were happy by the end of the day, with your mom tucking you in and singing a lullaby.

[pbandjesse]

I feel a little better today. Im still really tired, but not the like, bone exhausted and miserable I was feeling. I did sleep a little better last night. I felt a lot better under teh weighted blanket and while I did get woken up at 630 this morning when I heard James and had trouble falling back asleep, I felt alright. I would fall back asleep until around 9 and was doing okay. I didnt want to get up but that was because I was cozy.

I got up and dressed and was doing alright. Mom texted me to ask how to do something with a pdf. And we ended up talking for a bit. It was nice hearing from her. But I was running out of morning and I barely have time to do anything anymore. So once I was off the phone I used my hour to make a little video and do a little bit of knitting. 

I had breakfast a little late. I was editing the video and listening to James. They got to do a two day substitute position teaching math so I got to enjoy that. Its nice hearing James with kids, they are very supportive but also sounds so smart. I hope the kids feel that way too. 

I got ready to go around 1040. I had a heavy bag today because I was doing some jewelry stuff with the kids and while it was annoying to carry, I was still excited to do this project with the kids. 

Work was alright but I was a little frustrated because we have a lot of kids now.I brought this concern up about how many people were in the room now and  I felt a little dismissed. I am going to see if we can at least crack a window tomorrow. Im not actually sure if our windows open. So well have to see I suppose. I really dont want anyone getting sick. 

One of the biggest issues today was just general loudness. And tears. We had some major tears today. For no good reason. One of the very little girls had a complete meltdown after she threw a ball in someones face and I made her come sit with me. It really cemented that I can have infinite patience for one child.  I let her scream cry it out for a few minutes and then I basically told her youre going to hurt your throat, you arent hurting my feelings, and after a few minutes we went to get some water and she was fine. And when like a half hour later she melted down again, I knew she was probably just tired. I did some breathing in and out with her and told her she wasnt in trouble and so her and her buddy went and watched pbs and it was all good. 

I got to spend some time knitting and just chilling with the kids. But my favorite part of the day was making the squished pennies with the kids. I would have 2 kids at a time come in and I would walk them through the whole process. Explained each tool. They got to hit a hole in the penny, then squish it in to a dome shape, and then after I put a jump ring on they painted it with nail polish. It was so fun seeing them go through each piece of the project, I hope I can do more little things like that with them. Tomorrow we may make some wire rings, I have to double check my wire stash. But I am pretty jazzed because the kids were really excited about the tools and stuff so I want to share that with them even more. 

I did get wacked with a hammer a few times but only a little bit and they are all little so it didnt actually hurt. It was cute when they would tell me it was their very first time using a hammer and seeing them all excited. It was a good day. 

But I felt alittle low energy. We got to get a food box from the mutual aid program. Travis and me did some trades from our boxes because I got meat and cottage cheese and wouldnt need those, and he gave me his yogurt and a bag of onions. I also got 3 boxes of strawberries and a gallon of milk. Plus potatoes and liquid eggs? Im not sure what well use those for but I was excited for the free foods. Its like a little bonus. 

While we had a lot of kids today they started getting picked up around 4 and pretty quickly the day wound down. Our last kid got picked up around 530. I spoke to a lot of parents today but it was good. Im trying to build relationships with them and so far I think its going well. I texted James to come meet me to help me carry the heavy box. They did and I really enjoyed our walk home.

I was in a good mood when we got back. I worked on some animal crossing stuff. I got a new villager and its another sheep so Im pretty jazzed. I cuddled with sweetP. James made me a baked potato. I washed my hair. And just laid on the couch with my favorite person. 

And now I am just looking forward to sleep. I feel bummed I didnt make art tonight. But tomorrow I really hope I can.  I hope you all have a great night and feel some nice vibes. Take care of yourselfs! Goodnight!

[the-fiction-witch]

Tummy

MOVIE MAZE RUNNER

COUPLE NEWT X READER

RATING SWEET AF

I woke to the bright sunlight shining in though my window. The sunlight peaking over the walls of the maze and shining on my bed. The little nosies of the wood of the homestead slightly creaking, the sound of boys groaning, beds creaking and the showers running as boys began to wake up to begin there days.

The runners likely just heading out at this time, the cooks working on breakfast, the gardeners arranging there tools, the builders working on plans, the scilers checking the animals and the sloppers getting the buckets they will need for the water to clean the showers.

But more importantly then all of this was the sharp aching pain in my stomach.

I checked the day on my watch and groaned knowing the source of this terrible pain.

I stayed in bed trying to ignore the pain wrapping myself in my blankets for as long as I could till my door opened

"Y/n, you're late for work" I heard the familiar British twang utter at my door I didn't even bother to take my head out the covers.

"Go away newt" I groan

"Y/n, you're late for work, Alby is going to get the bloody arse with ya love" he says "come on"

"Nooo" I whine "please newt not today it hurts too much"

"What 'urts?" He asks coming closer and sitting on my bed pulling the covers away enough he could see my face. "'ey" he smiled as he saw me

"Hey, my tummy hurts" I whine almost in tears as it felt like someone was stabbing my stomach and back

"Awww you poor thing, your poor little tummy 'urts, is it... Girl...pains?" He asked slowly a little unsure how to say it

"Yes newt it's my period" I complain

"Okay, I'll go tell zart you're not working today, and I'll go down to the medjacks check if they have any painkillers" he says

"You don't have to newt-" I began but I whined almost crying as it ached with pain again

"I don't 'ave to, but I'm going to because you are in no way a state to bloody work today love let alone anything else" he says "you keep that cute little butt in bed till I get back" he warns getting up off my bed

"My butts cute?" I asked

"It's adorable love" he smiled "don't move" he says messing with my hair

"What if I need to pee?' I giggled

"Okay yes you can go pee love" he laughs going to leave but I grabbed the  bottom hem of his hoodie "what's wrong?" He asks

"Don't go" I said Sadly tears welling up in my eyes

"Awww love, I won't be gone long just a few minutes" he reassured "just to get you some pads and some painkillers"

"No" I whine holding him tighter

"'ere, you 'old onto my 'oodie, okay" he says slipping off his white tattered hoodie and handing it to me "you keep 'old of that love till I get back and when I do I'll give you a cuddle to 'elp your tummy feel better" he says so I took it hugging the hoodie close it smelt like newt and was ever so soft so I hugged it tightly and he chuckled a little at me kissing my head before he left my room.

I waited a while just hugging the hoodie close almost fall asleep I was so comfy and happy, I may have had a little nap as next I woke up I wasn't snuggled with his hoodie anymore. Or well I was but he was wearing it. As newt was now laid In my bed with me on his back his hoodie back on and some work on his knee reading and making notes, his other arm around me his hand gently rubbing soft sweet circles on my tummy to null the pain I was laid on him my head on his chest. I looked up at him had he spotted me and smiled

"'ey"

"Hey" I smiled "you didn't have to stay with me"

"I know..." He shrugs

"Why did you stay here? Alby will get mad at you for skipping work" I remind

"I'm second in command I'm allowed" he laughs "besides I'm working, I'm sorting the list for the box"

"Still"

"I told 'im I was looking after you, 'e seemed 'appy, I got you a 'ot water bottle medjacks are out of bloody painkillers again"

I smiled taking the bottle and putting it on my tummy I moved a little even in my pain and gave his lips a little kiss which made him jump a little

"Thank you newt" I smiled

"You're welcome" he smiled back putting his work down so he could wrap his other arm around me keeping me closer to him still gently rubbing my tummy "you get some rest love, I'll stay 'ere till you're all better. I promise" he smiled kissing my head

[nomanismyequal]

I am man and I am a fucking machine running higher than a stewardess wearing thigh highs in the mile club high as hell louder than fuck and set to maim and kill like a fucking whipperwhill willing to live and hoping you join me but hoping even more you wanna fight cuz I am liquid mercury dynamite like Jimmy Walker at the dentist and I’m an emcee cooler than Kermit the muppet man frog and my rainbow connection dope dealer sells sunshine in duffle bags and like LOVERBOYS MIKE RENO I AM LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT AND THIS KID IS HOTTER EVERY NIGHT THAN DIAMOND DAVID LEE ROTHS TEACHER WHO WANTS TO SHARPEN MY PENCIL LIKE A SHARPENING TOOL IN GRADE SCHOOL WITH TOO MANY SIZED JOLES AND LIKE LAYNE STAYLEY I AM THAT MAN IN YOUR BOX NO LONGER BURIED IN YOUR SHIT BECAUSE LIKE BRADLY NOWELL IT LOVING THAT I GOT BUT MY SANTERIA AUNT FUN MAGIC FOR MONKEYS AND JAN AND DEAN SURFIN CITY I RIDE WAVES ON THE BACKS OF SHARKS SURFING LIKE EDDIE VEDDER ON HIS OCEANS WHO I WISH WOULD HANG ALL TEN WITH MY SURFIN SAFARI OF BEACH BOY LITTLE DOUCE COUPE CRUISIN TO THE HITS AND SINGING EVERY SONG ON KEY AND MY BARITONE IS BUILT IN WITH A MEGAPHONE AND MY RADIO ANNOUNCER TIMBER BASS WILL RATTLE THE EYES IN YOUR EYES WITHOUT A FACE BILLY IDOLS REBEL YELL SCREAMING TRUTHFUL SHIT LIKE IM HAVING A FIT LIKE PHIL ANSELMO AND HE WAS FUCKING HOSTILE AND NOW IM A MADMAN WITH OZZY OSBOURNES BARKING AT THE MOON AND LIKE NEIL DIAMOND I GOT HOT AUGUST NIGHTS AND I AM SEPTEMBER MORN FOR LOVE ON THE ROCKS AND MY SWEET CAROLINE SWEET AS HOZIERS SWEET CHERRY WINE WHICH GIVE MEN CAVITIES FROM THOSE ANGELS BEING SO SUGARY SWEETENED IN ANTI SACCHARINE SUGAR CUBES FOLLOWING THE MONKIES RATHER THAN BEING THE BEATLES JUDY AND I LOVE ALL MUSIC LIKE BARRY MANNILOW AT THE COPACABANA WITH MANDY SINGING LOOKS LIKE WE MADE IT THROUGH THAT MISERABLY SAD WEEKEND IN NEW ENGLAND ALMOST MADE ME WRITE SONGS THAT SHOULD MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD CRY BECAUSE YOU STEAL THE LIGHT FROM THE DRIVE IN THEATERS OF EARTH LEAVING SONGS WITHGREAT HOLES EXCAVATED FOR PREPARATION OF TOWERS TO BE ERECTED AND YOU STOLE THE BLUEPRINTS FROM OUR DRAFTER LIKE A HOT IRON GRAFTER WITH METALLURGY IN MY BIOLOGICAL FORTRESS AND MY ULTRA VIOLET LIGHT IS SET TO GIVE YOU SUNBURN YOU HAVE NO COPPETONE TANNING BED EXPERIENCE WITN AND I CUT TEETH GETTING SUNBURNED FOR SUMMER FUN IN LAKE TAHOE SO IM USED TO THE HEAT AND IM BRINGING AN OVEN INTO YOUR OWN KITCHEN THAT HAS MUCH MORE HEAT THAN YOUR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS LIKE DONALD TRUMP SENDING TWEETS TO KOREA NORTHBOUND ON TRAINS OF THOUGHTS CLEARLY GONE OFF THE RAILS AND I DO NEVER RESIST ANYTHING AND THAT PERSISTING YOU POKING THIS DEMON DOG DAWGFATHER OF YOUR WARS IS SET TO SPILL AND I AIMS TO KILL AND I NEVER MISS A TARGET LIKE A SNIPER ONE MILE SHOT SERGEANT AND MESSING ME ROUND IS DUMBER THAN GIVING THAT RICKY GUY THE YOUNG BOY SENTENCED TO 18 IN LIFE I AM PISSED AND A WILDMAN LIKE SEBASTIAN BACH AND NIKKI SIXXS LOVE CHILD SPERM DONAR DELIVERY INTO PAMELA ANDERSONS SWEET VA J J...

I am man and I am a fucking machine running higher than a stewardess wearing thigh highs in the mile club high as hell louder than fuck and set to maim and kill like a fucking whipperwhill willing to live and hoping you join me but hoping even more you wanna fight cuz I am liquid mercury dynamite like Jimmy Walker at the dentist and I’m an emcee cooler than Kermit the muppet man frog and my rainbow connection dope dealer sells sunshine in duffle bags and like LOVERBOYS MIKE RENO I AM LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT AND THIS KID IS HOTTER EVERY NIGHT THAN DIAMOND DAVID LEE ROTHS TEACHER WHO WANTS TO SHARPEN MY PENCIL LIKE A SHARPENING TOOL IN GRADE SCHOOL WITH TOO MANY SIZED JOLES AND LIKE LAYNE STAYLEY I AM THAT MAN IN YOUR BOX NO LONGER BURIED IN YOUR SHIT BECAUSE LIKE BRADLY NOWELL IT LOVING THAT I GOT BUT MY SANTERIA AUNT FUN MAGIC FOR MONKEYS AND JAN AND DEAN SURFIN CITY I RIDE WAVES ON THE BACKS OF SHARKS SURFING LIKE EDDIE VEDDER ON HIS OCEANS WHO I WISH WOULD HANG ALL TEN WITH MY SURFIN SAFARI OF BEACH BOY LITTLE DOUCE COUPE CRUISIN TO THE HITS AND SINGING EVERY SONG ON KEY AND MY BARITONE IS BUILT IN WITH A MEGAPHONE AND MY RADIO ANNOUNCER TIMBER BASS WILL RATTLE THE EYES IN YOUR EYES WITHOUT A FACE BILLY IDOLS REBEL YELL SCREAMING TRUTHFUL SHIT LIKE IM HAVING A FIT LIKE PHIL ANSELMO AND HE WAS FUCKING HOSTILE AND NOW IM A MADMAN WITH OZZY OSBOURNES BARKING AT THE MOON AND LIKE NEIL DIAMOND I GOT HOT AUGUST NIGHTS AND I AM SEPTEMBER MORN FOR LOVE ON THE ROCKS AND MY SWEET CAROLINE SWEET AS HOZIERS SWEET CHERRY WINE WHICH GIVE MEN CAVITIES FROM THOSE ANGELS BEING SO SUGARY SWEETENED IN ANTI SACCHARINE SUGAR CUBES FOLLOWING THE MONKIES RATHER THAN BEING THE BEATLES JUDY AND I LOVE ALL MUSIC LIKE BARRY MANNILOW AT THE COPACABANA WITH MANDY SINGING LOOKS LIKE WE MADE IT THROUGH THAT MISERABLY SAD WEEKEND IN NEW ENGLAND ALMOST MADE ME WRITE SONGS THAT SHOULD MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD CRY BECAUSE YOU STEAL THE LIGHT FROM THE DRIVE IN THEATERS OF EARTH LEAVING SONGS WITHGREAT HOLES EXCAVATED FOR PREPARATION OF TOWERS TO BE ERECTED AND YOU STOLE THE BLUEPRINTS FROM OUR DRAFTER LIKE A HOT IRON GRAFTER WITH METALLURGY IN MY BIOLOGICAL FORTRESS AND MY ULTRA VIOLET LIGHT IS SET TO GIVE YOU SUNBURN YOU HAVE NO COPPETONE TANNING BED EXPERIENCE WITN AND I CUT TEETH GETTING SUNBURNED FOR SUMMER FUN IN LAKE TAHOE SO IM USED TO THE HEAT AND IM BRINGING AN OVEN INTO YOUR OWN KITCHEN THAT HAS MUCH MORE HEAT THAN YOUR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS LIKE DONALD TRUMP SENDING TWEETS TO KOREA NORTHBOUND ON TRAINS OF THOUGHTS CLEARLY GONE OFF THE RAILS AND I DO NEVER RESIST ANYTHING AND THAT PERSISTING YOU POKING THIS DEMON DOG DAWGFATHER OF YOUR WARS IS SET TO SPILL AND I AIMS TO KILL AND I NEVER MISS A TARGET LIKE A SNIPER ONE MILE SHOT SERGEANT AND MESSING ME ROUND IS DUMBER THAN GIVING THAT RICKY GUY THE YOUNG BOY SENTENCED TO 18 IN LIFE I AM PISSED AND A WILDMAN LIKE SEBASTIAN BACH AND NIKKI SIXXS LOVE CHILD SPERM DONAR DELIVERY INTO PAMELA ANDERSONS SWEET VA J J…

You gots nothing like me and you don’t even see that my own Physiology is supreme like a Taco Bell taco And my steak is beefy like an eighty year old eighties grandma screaming where’s YOUR BEEF BRUH??