#Sock Maintenance

[ashartstuff]

Pt. 2

Pt.1 <- -> Pt.3 :)))

[sciderman]

Do any of the boys wear jewelry?

Wade seems like the type to have those grandma box full of jewelry but Peter would probably have one pair of earrings for the occasion?? 

they're too broke for any kind of jewellery save for the edible kind

[fisherrprince]

you must imagine me sitting and sniling and blinking demurely like that art of the little jester while watching sophiebaybeys pov. on account of cinema you understand

[gubbymcyt]

I tend to see etho often drawn with one of these types of shoes, so now I'm curious about general opinions. What do you guys draw/imagine ethos everyday footwear?

[sir-illmatic]

WinnieXPUMA #PUMA Cali Court Leather collection

[martyrbat]

treated myself to a 16inch circular cable and a us10 short tip to make knitting hats easier :) it was on sale and that way it'll save on getting future sizes (like us13) hopefully! i wanted interchangeables for forever so im very excited :3 i got a bunch of patterns i been collecting, i think my goal this year is to knit a bunch and then donate them by the time winter comes around (around decemberish). i also got some dpns and might make more mittens/gloves hopefully... busy hands busy mind plus it gives me a good goal for when im idle and dont know what to knit or do :)

[cannibalfag]

i mean, i agree with everything but the point where you said smooth leather will eat your ankle regardless of brand... i just think that's not really true. i have many real leather boots (mostly biker but im also western) and none of them eat my ankles.

its simply the fact that they aren't paying people enough to sand down their inner seams/bad/hard leather. docs are known for that, but im not buying into their personal product when im already paying 260 for docs. capitalism is crazy for that. they should simply make their products useable on their own.

there’s more room in the shaft of the biker boot or even some cowboy/western boots because they’re not as fitted. you still have to break it in so there’s still work involved but it’s minimal compared to a combat, chelsea, monkey boot, etc. which are more popular in my area especially rn. i’ll admit “all” was a bit of an over generalization but a lot of people still need moleskins, heel pads, insoles, or other products for their shoes and boots, leather or not.

i did notice those production issues working at docs but these exist in just about every mainstream footwear line that has existed before the turn of the century. companies love to cheap out on labor at the behest of quality. if you’re spending your money on new docs and you have/can make your own leather care, i 100% urge people to do that because fuck this company. they have the means to include a shoe care kit gratis for every first purchase and they don’t because they’re greedy. you should still do maintenance on your leather though lol especially when they’re new. regardless of how immediately wearable said leather is on its own it will deteriorate faster if you don’t take care of it and that’s a waste of money.

[lwieserce]

Its funny to have those episodes of utter despair, shorter or longer and then right afterwards without much happening switching back to lolllllll i am the happy smiler

[teaboot]

Almighty Tumblr user Teaboot, what is your wisdom?

uh

You don't have to eat the gross jellybeans, you can just eat the ones you like, they have no nutritional value so there's nothing wrong with tossing em, candy is for fun not for food

Spiders and other household bugs are repulsed by cedar and lavender- you can get cedar balls online like how people used to sell mothballs and use em to keep spiders out of your closet

When you unplug an appliance from a wall there may still be an electrical charge in it for a sec so don't touch the metal end of the plug or you might get zapped a bit

Tiger's eye gems are a type of asbestos so if you crack or chip your tiger's eye you should probably not wear it anymore idk I'm not a rock scientist

If you wanna stay warmer when camping you should leave your sleeping bag rolled up until the moment you go to bed cause the fabric can absorb humidity in the air and make it damp and colder. Also fresh socks before you go to bed, even if your day ones still seem dry

Rayon, Viscose, and Lyocell are all made of plant fibers

Capsaicin is fat soluble, so if you eat something too spicy then drinking milk or cream will wash it away better than water. Swishing with vinegar should also work too if you're desperate

Fish are WAY more maintenance than you think they are. Goldfish can live well over a decade under proper care. Fish are not "easy" pets for the love of God. And they're smarter than you think they are

People having seizures are not going to swallow their tongue. At worst they may bite it. Hitting their head on something is a far bigger risk. Don't put shit in their mouth.

Children are more sensitive to bitter tastes as an evolutionary safety measure against accidental poisoning. If theycdont like eating something because it's bitter, remember that the taste is stronger to them.

Most symptoms of hauntings are also symptoms of gas leaks and black mold. Whether or not you believe in ghosts you should probably check you're not being poisoned before you drop money on a spirit medium

Purple skittles are grape flavour in some places like North America and blackcurrant in places like the UK. I personally prefer blackcurrant

Saguaro cacti can weigh literal tons and will crush you to death if they fall on you

Palm trees are technically grass

[nexus-nebulae]

wow even unconscious i cannot fucking stand wearing socks LMAO

[eleu22]

just some random task force 141 headcanons

tw: drugs, dead baby jokes?

gaz

- has been approached by model scouts on nights out with the 141 and is so gassed by it but pretends not to be

- got holding onto his tactical vest straps from price because he thought it looked cool

- popular as fuck in school

- side eye king (canon)

- used to do ket when he was younger and is now paranoid price will find out somehow and be disappointed in him

- highlights during briefings and soap calls him a neek

- deleted tiktok because he got addicted to those ingrown hair removal videos

- borderline illegible handwriting

- type to laugh when hes really mad (its lowkey scary)

- has once described himself as a “thought daughter”

- paces when hes stressed

- terrys chocolate orange enjoyer

- tried to grow out a beard but it was weird and kind of patchy

soap

- will be looking at a nice view and will always say how a huge explosion would make it look so much cooler

- does that thing where he tells you to straighten your legs and then kicks the back of your knee

- cannot stay still in his sleep and has once woken up with half is body off the bed horizontally

- has a comic book collection and if you touch it he will kick you out

- goes to life drawing classes sometimes in his free time

- all of his exam papers had doodles on them

- the type of guy to draw a penis in ur notebook

- all of his socks have holes in them but refuses to buy new ones, some are literally the concept of a sock at this point

- smells his armpits unabashedly to see if he smells or not

- will ask to tell you a secret and burp in your ear

- when someone drops like a plate or a cup is the type to scream “wheey!!” and clap and he did that at a pub once and got them kicked out

- will make a fart noise and loudly blame it on you (especially in packed elevators)

-booger flicker

ghost

- makes zero noise when sneezing but still acts it out and he looks like hes bugging

- nose bridge pincher

- doesn’t clip off his fingernails he literally just bites them off and spits it into the bin

- type to say “well done.” sarcastically

- casual dead baby joke enjoyer

“how many babies does it take to paint a wall?”

“depends on how hard you throw them.”

(silence)

- really enjoys solitaire mobile is on level 177

- he once made a recruit run laps for microwaving tea

- off duty he has terrible posture

- chapped lips 24/7

- favourite takeout is chinese food and always get the vegetable spring rolls - he will buy takeout in bulk and then live off of leftovers instead of actually buying groceries

- has 3 forks one knife and one spoon

- has literally no sense of rhythm what so ever , cannot dance to save his life

- loves making social situations awkward in purpose but would never admit that so he just comes off as slightly off putting a lot of the time

price

- sneezes and coughs ridiculously loudly

- weirdly territorial about his hat (i find it so funny he has a waterproof version of it)

- has a weird mole on his back he refuses to get checked out - his reasoning is if he dies via mole it was natural selection

- has extensive knowledge on art history and hates conceptual art (has a tate membership card)

- licks his finger before turning a page

- casual moomin enjoyer

- cuts his cuticles - likes his maintenance has a beard grooming kit

- says he doesnt watch tiktoks but he watches tiktok dog video complications in youtube and they have the most npc ass audios

- is on the “cigar society” on facebook and gives reviews for them

- does the head tilt of disappointment (if its thrown at gaz he literally will not get over it for days)

- slaps his knee when laughing really hard

- also nose bridge pincher

- is the type of make those hiking comments to people who walk by

- really enjoyed the lego batman movie

- unabashedly itches himself

- takes fish oil supplements

- always puts his hand up to say thank you when cars stop for him

- flirts with baristas

- had a brief midlife crisis where he wanted to become a mystery novelist (still has the drafts hidden somewhere but you couldn’t waterboard that information out of him)

thank you

[fan-goddess]

Come run your hands through my hair

Authors Note: This took a while.... sorta took a break from writing due to low motivation and personal life stuff that took over my wellbeing these last few months. Still, i hope by posting this I get back in the writing spirit!

This request was inspired off an artwork created by @slytherincursebreaker who’s an amazing artist so I recommend looking at them! They’ll blow your socks off! (It won’t let me link the post annoyingly so I’ll add the link in a reblog of this post!)

Taglist: @slytherincursebreaker, @theconclavescitadel @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee

Warnings: Suggestive content, babies, reader is mainly gender neutral but some female descriptions may have been dotted throughout, (if i miss any let me know!)

When Aemond first allowed his hair to reach his waist all those years ago in his teens, he had no idea how much of a hassle it would be to keep it like that.

Though to his surprise, it wasn’t the maintenance what forced him to reconsider all his hard earned work. If anything, he spent too long maintaining it, putting all sorts of products from all sorts of places as far as Essos or even Winterfell.

But no. Instead, It was his own daughter, who was the one forcing him to reconsider it all.

“Hermione, please loosen your grip. Kostilus ñuha byka dārilaros, ivestragī jikagon hen ñuha ōghar."

“I don’t think she understands Aemond. In Valyrian or common tongue.” You tease, leaning forward to take your daughter from your husbands arms.

It takes a mighty tug from you however with how strong she held onto Aemonds silver locks, and the fact that as soon as she was in her muñas arms, she began to pout and wet her eyes with the promise of further tears and a mighty tantrum if she isn’t placed back into her kepas arms as quickly as possible.

And of course, being the father wrapped tightly around his daughters finger he was, Aemond quickly takes her right back so he can hold her tightly against his chest and soothe her.

“Shhh it is alright byka dārilaros…” Aemond coos, rocking her in his arms as she begins to slowly calm herself down and close her eyes. “Kepa would never let anything happen to you or to muña. Sleep byka dārilaros, and we shall awake tomorrow with a smile. And if you're extra good in the morning, we can arrange a playdate with your cousins.”

“You’re so good with her.” You cannot help but comment, moving forward so you can lay your head on his shoulder and hum in delight as Aemond tilts his head to lay a delicate feather-like kiss against your skin.

As soon as Hermione is fast asleep against Aemonds chest, he takes her to the nursery and places her carefully in the crib, placing the stuffed direwolf teddy your brother had made for her in her arms before turning away so he can turn on the moon themed nightlight Hel had gifted you and leave the room with you.

The two of you make quick work of clearing the house up after a hectic day of Hermione and uncle Aegons unique chaos, and as soon as the last wooden block is put back in its rightful place, the pyjamas were put on and the lights dimmed as the two of you made quick work sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

Though it seems the peace last only that night, since that next morning, Aemonds hopeful words that Hermione would wake up with a smile came with a price it seemed. As while yes, Aemond was delighted that his precious daughter was giggling and acting like the angel he knew her to be, she somehow managed to do all that while yanking at his hair so badly he truly feared for his roots.

"Ow! Hermione don't pull daddy's hair- OW! you have a strong grip there Hermione!" Aemond forcibly smiled while he tried to hide his very obvious winces and groans of pain, all in favour of keeping his sweet girl happy.

"Aemond, do you need any help?" You try to ask, wincing yourself when you see Hermione actually manage to take a strand or two out with her bare hands and flutter down to the floor below.

"Nope!" He says, very strained, you would say. "When is Helaena getting here with the twins by the way?"

"About an hour. Why? Can't fend off the ferocious princess?" You tease, walking up to the two and swooping said princess into your own arms. Thankfully, it seems today she's decided to tolerate her munas presence as she lightly grabs at your own hair and puts it in her mouth for a nibble. She only tugs on her favourite hair it seems.

"A knight can only do so much." Aemond eventually admits, sitting up properly as he rubs at the places where Hermione tugged at the most.

"You do know you can say no to her right? She's our princess. Not an evil witch my sweet knight." You grin, sitting down next to Aemond and giggling when he gives you a sweet kiss on your blushing cheek.

"And you're the delectable queen whose sworn protector can never get enough of..." He murmurs, kissing your cheek once more and chuckling as he feels the heat difference from moments before.

To be honest, you almost managed to forget about the princess in your arms until she begins to giggle again, still with your hair between her lips.

"Is that right nuha dārilaros? Is muna a queen?" Aemond coos, both you and him smiling proud as she excitedly wriggles in your arms with her hands in the air as if to give a wholehearted agreement. "Well, our princess is never wrong!" He smiles.

"Never." You grin back, pulling in Aemond for a quick kiss that he reciprocates immediately with zero hesitation. If there wasn't the familiar sound of the doorbell followed by the sweet noise of excitement from Hermione, you no doubt would've continued.

Which, after Helaena strapped Hermione in the back with the twins while her frankly cute as heck girlfriend sat in the front and drove off, is exactly what you did.

The two of you practically molded against each other as two became one. Your hands couldn't keep themselves away from touching his chest and fiddling with the long smooth silky strands of his hair. Before in the past, Aemond almost had a particular fondness for you touching and delicately tugging at his hair, with it being a sensitive area for him after all.

Yet when you do this now, instead of being met with that soft sigh of his that drives you insane with need, you're met with a painful whine that forces you to practically leap to the other side of the couch in surprise and fear for your lovers well-being.

"What's wrong Aemond?!" You quickly ask, moving forward again to take his face in your palms.

"I think Hermione might've played a bit too hard with my hair this time ñuha jorrāelagon." He says, rubbing at the spot with his palm. For a minute, Aemond is calm as he appears to think about something. Then he turns to you with his eyes furrowed like he usually does whenever he's in deep thought on something. "Do you remember that idea I had last week? The one I had on Tuesday after we put Hermione to bed?"

You had to think about it for a second given how vague he was being, but when you remember exactly what he was insinuating, you couldn't help but gasp in disbelief. "You cannot be serious!?"

"I'm afraid I am. As much as I love our princess, I don't think my hair can take it anymore... and besides, You can do it. Which does put me at ease."

"By the sakes of the gods fine! I'll try to find my hairdressing kit somewhere in the rubble of the junk room!" You sigh, giving Aemond a final peck on the corner of his lips before moving in said junk room, knowing you'll no doubt be taking about an hour to find the kit you bought a year ago on a whim but never ended up using.

Still, no better time than the present!

After eventually finding the darn thing though, you got Aemond set up in the bathroom on your dresser stool. A spare sheet was draped on the floor to catch the fallen hair, with another round Aemonds shoulders to keep his clothes/skin hair free. You set the bag of hair products and equipment on the ledge by the sink, and let Aemonds hair free as it ran down his back and over his left eye.

"Aemond are you sure about this...?" You carefully ask, catching his eye as he looks at himself in the mirror.

"Yes, I know it's hard but it will grow back. It's just hair Stark." Aemond finally says, his face looking unusually cold as he uses the nickname he gave you from years ago before you were both dating.

"Oh it's not that, it's our daughter. You know she'll throw a fit." You try to explain, yet that doesn't seem to faze him one bit. You suppose looking at him with how he's glaring at his reflection, now you can understand exactly why his nickname in high school was 'The Iceberg'.

"You're being silly Stark, let's get this over with." Aemond scoffs, firmly glaring at you that to most people would seem cold and slightly scary, exactly like how the infamous iceberg would've been. But to you, it's just like something you'd see off one of those grumpy cat videos you see on your social media for you page.

There's not much it seems you can do about it, given how experienced you are at dealing with Aemonds annoyingly stubborn nature. So you simply sigh and under your breath murmur a few words before you begin cutting.

"I tried to warn you..."

By the time Helaena had texted you to let you know they'll be dropping Hermione back off at yours and Aemonds house, Aemonds hair has been cut significantly shorter.

"It's shorter than Aegons..." You can't help but sigh, mourning his long hair as you run your fingers through its remains. "What am I even gonna be able to hold anymore? Nothing I tell you! Nothing!"

"It was for the best!" Aemond tries to reassure you, though with how you can clearly see his lips jutted in a pout, you can't help but feel reminded of Hermiones own. It seems you finally figured out where she gets her grumpy side from. Speaking of Hermione...

As soon as Aemond opens the door to thank Helaena for the sudden play date, her eyes immediately widen in shock and horror. So wide in fact you can't help but begin cackling like a witch in the background. Aemond though is just focused on his little princess, so he ignores her and the original task he was supposed to do, leaving you to thank Helaena properly while you try to calm down your laughter.

"What the fuck has he done to his hair?!" Helaena murmurs, keeping her volume careful given that Hermiones only recently begun to mimic words, as discovered by her Uncle Aegon only the day before...

"Hermione keeps grabbing it." You explain. "She even managed to pull some strands out so Aemond just had enough and demanded I cut it for him today. Trust me, we all mourn the curls... Hermione no doubt the most. I should probably go witness this so I can tell him the I told him so within the moment. Still, thanks so much for the day! We can discuss having the twins over next week okay?"

"Yep sounds good! Text me Hermiones reaction in detail later!"

"Will do! Thanks again Hel!" You say as you close the door and honest to the gods speed walk to the living room, just in time for the show...

You can see Aemond smiling hopefully at Hermione, who's just perched on his lap looking up at him in confusion while they both sit on the sofa.

"Hermione, what do you think of daddy's new haircut?" He says, still looking hopeful at his precious daughter. That is however, until her face begins to contort into one you and Aemond both recognise well. A face of pure and utter sadness as tears begin to run heavy down her cheek and her voice releases a loud screech of sorrow.

"No nono! Don't cry! Hermione!! Daddy's here, it will grow back!! Don't cry!!" Your poor lover begs while your daughter still weeps for the loss of her favourite past time, and for in a way, her daddy himself.

"I told you that our daughter would throw a fit..." You say, watching as Aemond turns to you with a face of pure desperation while Hermione still shrieks in his arms.

"Please my love. Help me." He begs, his eye full of despair as he's forced to watch his beloved little princess weep before him. So like the amazing parent you were, you strode over and took Hermione in your arms and cooed at her until she was just hiccuping and looking at you with wet cheeks.

"Did you not like the strange man sweetie?" You teased, giggling as you saw Aemonds look of pure betrayal directed solely at you. Still, you had to feel bad for him, so as you bounced Hermione in your arms you took her back over to Aemond who looked back at her with a hopeful expression.

"It's kepa sweetie!" You tried to convince, but with how her eyebrows seemed to furrow in the most adorable looking scowl, you don't think she was exactly ready to believe you right now.

"Don't you dare say it..." Aemond groans, his own eyebrows furrowed exactly like the baby in front of the two of you was doing.

"I told you so!" You sing instead, giggling as he rolls his eye next to you. "You're gonna have to wait for her to get used to you all over again Aemond. I'm sorry, but you did take away the most definable feature of yours from her!"

"Ah yes, cause our daughter has met so many men these days with one-eye..." He grumbles beside you, causing you to laugh softly as you kiss the side of his face in an act of comfort he leans into gratefully.

"Well, you were always praising our daughter for never taking notice of it when you first showed it to her."

"Sure sure blame the victim..." He grumbles, wistfully sighing once more as he makes eye contact with his glaring daughter. "I love you byka dārilaros, know that." He tries to kiss the top of her head in a final act of affection, but to your greatest amusement and Aemonds greatest horror, Hermione uses her scrunched up fists to hit the side of Aemonds face away with a mighty yell.

"Told you. Gonna need to get her used to you..." You say, moving Aemond closer so you could kiss the area between his furrowed brows. And from the way they felt against your lips, you knew you'd need to give him plenty of affection until Hermione miraculously remembers one morning that she has a daddy with short silver hair.

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Valyrian translation bit (literally one sentence): Kostilus ñuha byka dārilaros, ivestragī jikagon hen ñuha ōghar - please my little princess, let go of my hair

[beddybites]

While taking care of Obanai, do Sanegiyuu have any domestic moments? Like, they hug for a moment if Obanai manages to have some of his bottle without spitting it up or fussing with it?

definitely !!!

with baby obanai being such high maintenance they're always forced to work together ... even with things like putting the baby down for a nap or getting a sock on one of his little feet

i have a very specific image in my mind where obi is fast asleep in sanemis arms and he and giyuu are just sprawled out against each other Relieved the baby is finally settled. but they're both idiots with love and romance so they don't pick up on anything unless kaburamaru or obanai react. and even then. they are dumb

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: you and Wally had finally had a chance to talk, reviewed the information at your disposal, which, by then, had included the text you'd received from Xavier. Even with everything you'd been taught, had researched, had a profound knowledge of, things still hadn't made sense. Had Mr. Anderson really been the Big Bad of your Nancy Drew story? Or had something darker been afoot?

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.13

"—and then this morning, Zav texted—"

"Who?"

"Xavier? Maddie's boyfriend?"

Recognition dawned, "Oh, yeah. I know him," spoken with a sour inflection.

"Yeah, him. He's like my brother from another mother." One who'd flounced out of Xavier's life in 8th Grade and had taken half the family assets with her to Milwaukee.

"Anyway," You resumed your summary of events, "He sent me this." Leaning forward, you showed Wally the picture of Maddie's ticket on your phone. "They found it in the woods not too far from here."

After yesterday's series of unfortunate interruptions, you and Wally had ensconced yourselves halfway up the rows of spectator seats in the stadium. Apart from a groundskeeper on the field and a maintenance worker floating about the upmost level of the grandstand, you were blissfully alone.

You sat sideways, Wally's varsity jacket balled up and shoved behind your back so the armrest wouldn't dig into your spine (his idea). Your knees were bent over the armrest that divided your seat and Wally's, socked feet on his lap, lounging as comfortably as was possible in your position.

Wally, meanwhile, held your ankle, thumb occasionally stroking under the hem of your jeans, and had his legs splayed wide to accommodate their length in such a tight space. Arm stretched across the backs of your seats, fingers of his other hand absentmindedly lifting and placing strands of your hair at the back of your head.

It was nice. Casual.

You and Wally were totally and utterly attuned as if sharing space was a regular occurrence. As if he'd always been part of your story, alongside Xavier and Hana and Lucas, trading easy touches and unfiltered thoughts the way people did when they'd known each other since baby teeth.

It was the connection, of course. A tequila glow under the skin that removed the awkwardness of getting to know someone new and replaced it with the opinion that everyone was ohana.

Once again, you'd spent the night with your nose in the gutter of every book you'd thought could be relevant, and not one had had the insinuation of an answer. If you'd been allowed to ask Nanna, you knew she'd say something ridiculous about soulmates, or twin flames or some other buzzword for 'meant to be'.

She was a diehard romantic like that, despite having suffered the loss of Grandpa Jack mere days after your uncle Andrew was born. She'd never remarried. Never dated. Was content to wait until her body expired and she reunited with Grandpa Jack in the afterlife.

It wasn't fair that Nanna couldn't Travel. That she couldn't see ghosts like you and your mother and Ginny. That the family rule prevented you from speaking to Grandpa Jack so you could relay his messages to Nanna.

In the absence of the swarms and storms and squalls you'd been threatened with if you ever spoke to the dead, you were beginning to hate that rule.

Wally pinched the top knot of your spine, lips swept into a roguish grin. "Lost you for a second there, pretty girl."

Deep brown eyes roamed your face for signs of where your mind had drifted. Having Wally's full attention made your heart beat a little faster, your stomach squirm, your breath catch. It brought with it a sense of empowerment; Wally, former star athlete and school hero, looking at you like you'd hung the moon.

"Uhm~." Eloquent.

Wally chuckled, breezy, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I feel it, too." He admitted, catching his lip between straight, white teeth and glancing away with a blush. "It's not as crazy as it was yesterday, though."

"True." You said, "But it's still pretty intense. It's like taking one shot. You aren't quite tipsy, you're just vibing and it's—"

"Nice." Wally cut in, sloping a few inches forward.

Heat rose in your cheeks and you knew your eyes had gone honey-soft and dreamy under Wally's gaze. "Yeah. It is."

You gave yourself a moment to take in the feeling—sit with it, and accept it—before you decided it was time to get back to business.

"Alright," Wally crooked his arm at the elbow and propped his head on his fist, "Things we know so far: Mr. Anderson paid Maddie off."

"Check."

"But he's paranoid, so he decides to tie up loose ends and remove Maddie from the equation."

"Check."

"He lures her to the boiler room, attacks her, manages to hurt her enough to get blood on the walls, and then..." Wally's voice and expression turned dubious, "Maddie runs?"

You quickly picked up where Wally left off, "She heads through the woods where she drops her ticket, and then she makes it to the service road."

"Where Mr. A finds her—"

"Drugs her into a coma." You and Wally said together before he continued alone.

"—and then he brings her back here?"

You tried not to sound too hopeful when you asked, "How do you know he brought her back here? Did Maddie tell you?"

Wally had mentioned that Maddie couldn't remember anything about what had happened to her last Friday, but if she'd started to get her memory back, maybe this whole thing would be wrapped up before the weekend. Simon would have his best friend back, Xavier wouldn't be looked at like the school pariah anymore, and you and Wally could...

Focus on each other? Mathilda's face smirked at you in your mind.

Or something, You snapped back as you pictured yourself using a chalkboard eraser to erase Mathilda's image from the inside of your skull.

"Nah, babe," Wally said, "She still can't remember anything. At least, not that she's told me. But it doesn't matter because she's haunting the school, right?"

You peered at Wally who looked so eager to be helpful, and tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. Unfortunately, the pieces you had were turning into blobs of color without a picture for reference.

"Well, I mean, it could mean something," You supposed, willing to approach the theory from a new angle. "But she also could've followed him back here without realizing she wasn't in her body."

Wally's hand slipped up from your ankle to your calf where he began to massage the muscle, almost sympathetically. Like he was about to say something offensive and wanted you to be calm when you received it.

With mild suspicion, you listened to what he had to say, though by the end, you couldn't conceal your shock.

"I don't know what you read about ghosts, baby, but we can't move around like that. We haunt where we die. If Maddie's ghost is in the school, it's because that's where she left her body."

Internally, the blue screen of death crashed down as a bullhorn shrieked fatal system error.

Wrong Wrong Wrong.

Grandpa Jack had died in New York and you'd seen him plenty of times in Wisconsin. Hell, you'd seen American ghosts in the UK when you'd visited your dad. American ghosts who'd died on American soil. The books in your family's library verified that ghosts were at liberty to go wherever they pleased, having earned the right after they were relieved from the 'burden of living' (as one rather staunchly Catholic author had written).

And then you remembered, "You mean more trapped than the rest of us?" Wally had said yesterday.

Jack-knifing into an upright position, you gasped, "You're stuck here?!"

Slowly, as if scared to animate you further, Wally said, "Yeah. Whenever we step off school property, we end up back where we died." He glanced at the field warily. "It sucks."

"Wally," You breathed in and out deeply, heart hammering for a reason that had nothing to do with Wally's closeness, "That's not normal."

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PART TWELVE - PART FOURTEEN

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[mrdixon]

starvin'

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ content, oral (fem. receiving), nipple play?, fingering

summary: daryl is STARVING

A/N: my apology for not uploading chapter two of a rugged muse. def not proofread sorry!

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Who knew babysitting would take it out on you? You fought walkers to survive and yet a 4 month old baby made you feel 6 times tired. Your feet dragged on the hardwood floor of your home, your fluffy socks making it sound soft.

Your eyes were halfway closed as you walked up the stairs, rubbing your eyes to make sure you didn't pass out and fall down the stairs. It’d be a shame to die like that. Your shoulders drooped once you got to the top of the staircase, panting a little despite the short distance of stairs you travelled up.

Your bedroom door opened with a squeak, surely you’d ask Daryl to fix that for you. You were quite pleased finding your boyfriend already in bed waiting for you, his eyes immediately finding yours.

“Yer home,” he mumbled. You practically melted at the sight of him, quickly trudging over with heavy feet and mustering up the rest of your energy to jump onto him. Your face landed on his chest and he jolted, grunting a bit as he shifted underneath you trying to find a comfortable position. “Ya tired?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair soothingly. You hummed in response, closing your eyes while your arms came up to rest by your face, his own moving to wrap around your back.

“I knew babies were high maintenance but shit, they really fuckin’ are.” You grumbled, nuzzling your face into his neck. He let out a raspy chuckle, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah they are, ya still wan’ one?” He teased to which you squirmed in retaliation. He sighed softly, his fingertips moving up and down your back. The gesture made you shiver, those rough hands touched you so softly, so gently. “I’d give ya one if ya asked y’know,” he murmured, squeezing your waist with one hand. You knew he would.

You didn't respond, falling drowsy as your breathing turned softer. His hands continued to caress you, slipping under your shirt and tracing shapes into the small of your back. His nails tickling little hearts onto your skin, your own heart fluttering at his tenderness. He lowered his head to press a hard, but gentle kiss to your cheekbone. Your body lay still on top of him, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

His hand travelled up your sides, leaving a small tickling sensation and you struggled to stifle a giggle.

“Ya like tha’?” He whispered into your ear, his breath hot and had the slightest tinge of lust in his tone. You swallowed, eyes still closed as you pretended to not notice. He hummed, rubbing the curve of your breast with his thumb before bringing his hand closer to your front. His hand rested on the neckline of your shirt, tapping lightly at the protruding fabric where your collarbones were. “Can I?”

You knew where this was going, so you nodded. He slipped his hand into your shirt from the neck, cupping your breast over your bra. You breathed a little heavier, the exhale coming out a little shaky as you moved a little. His thumb rubbed a little back and forth before his fingers slipped under the cup and onto your breast. He squeezed gently, rubbing his index over your nipple. Your breath hitched, shoving your face into his neck. He deemed your reaction not good enough and pinched the pebbled nipple, eliciting a small noise of a whimper from your mouth.

“Daryl.” You muttered, your face heating up immediately. He said nothing, continuing his attack on your breasts. His hand groped at you, squeezing your breast while simultaneously bringing his other hand into your shirt. The feeling of both his hands teasing your nipples send a wave of heat into your lower region, he could even hear you gulp in anticipation. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, looking into his eyes. He helped you pull off your shirt and toss it onto the bed, kissing along your collarbones before slipping your bra straps off your shoulders. You let out a quiet moan once he unclipped the bra, licking his lips as he saw the two perfect mounds of soft flesh. He had that stupid cocky smirk on his face, tilting his head taunting as he squeezed your breasts.

“Wha’? Ya don’ like wha’ ‘m doin’?” He flicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, watching your eyelids flutter when he gently brushed over the sensitive nub. You bit your lip hard, tasting the metallic tang of your blood as you closed your eyes and hung your head forwards. Daryl huffed at the strands of your hair falling onto his face and obscuring his vision. One hand left your breast, the warmth replacing with cold air as he held your hair back. He grumbled something before pulling you down and kissing you softly, and then shoving you off of him.

“Hey— What are you doing?” You pouted, laying on your side and watched him get up.

“’m hungry,” he muttered while rolling up his sleeves.

“Right now…?” You questioned, looking down at your half naked body. Daryl didn't respond so you sighed, sitting up and grabbing your shirt before he suddenly pushed you back down. You let out a small sound of protest when he pulled your pants and panties down, throwing them over his shoulder to where they discarded on the floor of your bedroom floor. Your eyes widened once you realized what was happening. “Wait babe, I didn't shower yet.”

“I dun’ care,” he grunted, his palms flat against your knees while he pushed them apart. “I said I was hungry, ‘m practically starvin’.” You watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips, his eyes set on your pussy. You let the sole of your feet lay flat on the bed, your legs held up. Daryl smirked down at you, tracing a calloused fingertip along the inside of your thigh, relishing in the way you squirmed under his touch. He waddled around on the bed on his knees until he was in front of you, placing his palms flat on the bed on either side of your hips, lowering himself closer.

He let out a soft grunt as he maneuvered himself so he was laying on his stomach, his hands curving from the sides of your thighs to the tops of them. The backs of your thighs rested on his shoulders while he held you in place, and kissed along your stomach. You let out a quiet whine when you felt his stubble tickle you, sliding your fingers into his hair and tugging at the dark strands. Though his eyes were closed, he knew every spot that made you squirm. His lips moved with practiced skill, gliding along your soft skin, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs. Your breath hitched when he pulled back and blew on your soft cunt, watching as his eyes dilate after seeing your pussy pulse at the gesture.

Just when you thought he was gonna dive in, he hesitated. Instead, Daryl decided he wanted to tease you more, turning his head to kiss your inner thighs. Your legs closed around his head instinctively to which he bit your flesh gently, his eyes darted to the side to look up at you. His large hands encased around your soft thighs and pulled them apart once again, continuing to pepper kissed along the inner parts on your thighs, using his tongue to lick swirls into them. A whiney sigh escaped your mouth, dragging your fingers through his hair which made him groan and look up at you through his lashes. The sight made you close your legs around his head again, but this time he allowed it. His eyes were narrowed from the angle, his hair messy around his face and covered part of his eyes while his lips remained parted. You bit your lip, brushing his hair out of his face. Your thumb rubbed against his cheek, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Daryl…” you whispered, “I love you.”

“Mmh, love ya too.” He muttered before tilting his head down and placing a kiss onto your wet folds. A small gasp left your mouth while your fingers harshly pulled at his hair. He growled against your pussy, pressing his lips dangerously close to your clit but purposefully avoiding it. You whined as he surrounded the area around your clit with kisses, his fingers pinching the outsides of your thighs. You twisted his hair in your fingers once more, his eyes glaring up at you which didn’t help the aching heat between your legs. He kept his eyes locked with yours as he pulled your thighs away from his head, spreading you open for him. He didn’t look away as his tongue darted out, dipping his head to lick a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves before pulling back. You whimpered, wanting to close your legs but he held you open while the corner of his lips curled a little at your reaction.

“Ya so taste good, beautiful.” He murmured before finally looking down at your pussy, breathing in before lowering his head once again. You sharply inhaled when his tongue made contact with your clit, his stubble pleasantly scratching at your pussy. A moan ripped itself from your throat when he sucked around the sensitive nerves, making you pull his locks. His eyes were closed while he devoured you, his tongue flattening and sinking into your folds. Your back arched as you moaned, feeling him smirk as he plunged his tongue deeper into your folds. The wet muscle circled around your entrance, dipping in a little to tease you before finally moving into you.

His eyes looked up at you again, but you were far gone in pleasure to even notice. Your head was back against the pillows, eyes rolled back, and lips parted to let out those pretty noises of pleasure Daryl strived to make you do. He pulled back to flick his tongue hastily around your clit, feeling his dick throb at the sounds of your wails. A hand left your thigh so he could adjust himself in his pants, groaning against your pussy which sent vibrations of pleasure up your body. He pressed his face into your pussy, his tongue moved rapidly through your folds, his nose rubbing against your clit.

“Oh fuck! Daryl!” You cried, curling your fingers into his already tangled hair. He growled against your weeping pussy, rubbing his face into you. The feeling of his warm breath against you made your toes curl, your thighs shaking as you tried to close them in around his head. His hands moved under your knees, pushing your thighs up to your chest while he continued to devour you. Your whines and cries of pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by him, his tongue lapping at your clit. Your legs shook in painful bliss from the overstimulation of your clit, his grip on your thighs tight as he held them against your body. You tried thrashing around, the buildup of your orgasm rapidly approaching.

His lips wrapped around your clit while his hand dragged down to dip into your wetness, pumping two fingers into you. Now that, drove you crazy. The feeling of his fingers driving in and out of you, coupled by his lips sucking on your sensitive nub made you close to coming on his face. Then his other hand left your legs, giving you the freedom to wrap them around his head while you pulled his hair.

Then you felt it, his free hand tickled up your body and over to your breast. So now there were three components contributing to your pleasure, his mouth around your clit, two fingers in your pussy, and now a hand playing and teasing your breasts. You felt your vision go blurry, and then black. Seeing the stars while you let out a loud cry of ecstasy, coming right there. His fingers pulled out of you but eventually joined his other hand up at your tits.

The vision of you was something Daryl loved to see every time he got you like this. Your head was thrown back against the pillow while your hair framed your head perfectly, eyes rolled back and eventually shut, your skin flushed a light hue of pink with little droplets of sweat, and finally your lips parted. The little unintentional sighs and whines from those lips that he had to strain to hear were his favourite thing to hear. He knew just how much power he held over you.

You came back to your senses, lifting your head off the pillow to look down at him. Shivering to see he was already looking at you, his pupils blown wide with lust as he slurped up all the remnants of your pleasure. You gently pushed his hair out of his face, and whimpered when he pressed one last kiss to your clit and took his hands away from your body before sitting up on his knees. He watched your blissed out expression with a lustful expression of his own, licking his lips and then wiping the rest of your nectar with his arm.

“That good fer ya baby?” He whispered, leaning over you to press a sweet, gentle kiss against your lips. You practically sobbed against his lips, feeling him chuckle against yours before pulling back to kiss your jaw. “I’ll take tha’ as a yes. You were delicious,” he growled against your ear before biting your earlobe. You bit your lip to spare yourself any embarrassment from any noise that threatened to leave your mouth at that moment, closing your eyes as you lay there in your post-coital bliss.

You felt him move away from over you, the weight in the bed shifting to next to you. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckle before the sound of his pants shuffled down. Once you finally opened your eyes, you turned to your right to see him hovering next to you. His cock rock-hard in his hand as he guided it to your lips, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips.

“Hungry?”

[m4nj1r0s]

Hanma relationship headcannons

- He definitely pulls, so he’s been with a ton of girls. None of them lasted more than 2 months, and he just used them. You were supposed to just be another girl he used then tossed away, but he ended up staying. You were fun, and he needed more people apart from Kisaki to annoy.

- This mf is definitely annoying. Can and WILL ask you if you’re on your period whenever your mad (he knows you aren’t, he’s probably being creepy and tracking your cycle too.).

- The boys in Valhalla probably ask him for advice with girls. His advice is bad.

- “Girls hate it when they call you and you don’t pick up straight away. So if you can’t answer your woman, just switch your phone off. She can’t question you if you do that.”

- “When you guys go out, don’t pay. Let the girl pay, or you’re executing toxic masculinity, and she won’t like that. You guys need to be more woke.”

- He KNOWS his advice is bad, which is why he doesn’t use any of those tips with you. If you guys go out, none of you are paying. He’ll dine and dash. Want something from a shop? Distract the guy at the counter and he’ll grab it and run.

- At this point in your relationship, he’ll probably catch feelings and he won’t just randomly dump you over text.

- When Halloween rolls around, you two prank call Kisaki and literally everyone in Valhalla.

- Despite how annoying he is, he never forgets a special occasion. He’ll act like he did only to surprise you later. Probably got you a pet chicken for your birthday but then you made him take it back because he stole it.

- Would rather DIE than admit he gets jealous whenever you interact with boys. Not just any boys, but specifically those nice guys who are sensitive and are genuinely sweet to girls.

- He can’t be like that, he’ll forever have a reputation of playing around with girls and being a womanizer. Even if he’s in a dedicated relationship with you, he still gets paranoid you might realize that you deserve better and leave him.

- Definitely high maintenance when he catches feelings. Texts you 20 times a day and expects you to reply and have a conversation with him.

- Has a bad habit of sneaking into your room whilst you’re asleep and standing over you until you wake up to scare you.

- Refuses to stop until you move in with him, and one day you do!

- Leaves empty noodle cups, dirty socks and drinking glasses all around your shared room. He won’t even help to clean, he’ll just give you a big ass grin and promise not to do it again.

- Likes to catch you off-guard, like twice a year he writes you a very meaningful poem and leaves it in the pocket of a piece of clothing you wear a lot. He expects you to give him tons of kisses whenever he does.

- Doesn’t stop talking about you to Kisaki. It’s always “Oh yeah, Y/N likes that.” “I wonder what she’s doing right now..” “Y/N says she doesn’t like you.”

- Yes, he does tell people you are pretending to like but don’t actually that you dislike them. So you probably shouldn’t tell him if you don’t like someone..

- Accuses Kisaki of being jealous whenever he tells Hanma to shut up. “Jeez, Kisaki! If you want a girlfriend, I’ll be your trusted wingman. First off, make sure to disappear randomly to make yourself mysterious, girls love that…”