#Welp that took way too long for how short it is

[purplebehittindifferent]

I guess I wouldn’t want my friend to know I committed genocide either…

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[short-honey-badger]

Welp now i need a mihawk soulmate au😺

Pretty pleaseeee ❤️

So sorry this took a bit to get out lovely. I've been in a bit of a mood lately, but this was really fun to focus on. I hope you enjoy! Sorry it's kinda short! ❤️❤️

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Mihawk is so used to your constant chatter that the day it suddenly disappears leaves him reeling. Soulmates, the few lucky, or unlucky, Enough to have them, share a telepathic link that got stronger the further apart they were to one another. There were three reasons why the connection would go silent, either there was simply nothing to say, they were within ten feet of one another, or one of them had died. His heart skips a beat, and he projects his voice through the bond, only to find nothing there.

The tavern he's decided to stop in tonight was crowded, but that doesn't stop him from standing in one spot and looking around at the patrons. People scowl and shove past him, but Mihawk doesn't pay them any mind. He's far too focused on his connection with you. His mind is running a mile a second, trying to decide if you were here or if you were dead.

And then everything came back into focus when he heard your voice again, the world correcting itself as he took in a sharp intake of air.

Mihawk? Did you-? Are you here?

He can hear the disbelief in your tone. The joy and excitement at the prospect of meeting him became a reality. A fond smirk painted his lips, his ringed eyes shuttering in soft delight. It was about time.

I'm here, love. Tell me where you are.

The warlord had imagined the day, but there is nothing that compares to how he feels now. Mihawk could finally touch you, see you, taste you.

There is a commotion to the right of the bar, and Dracule snapped his attention in that direction, golden eyes dialing in and sharp ears picking up the achingly familiar sound of your voice. His heart explodes in his chest, and he begins to push past the swarms of patrons.

“Mihawk! Here!”

He can see others whip their head around at the sound of his name, but he doesn't pay them any mind. The warlord is far too focused on getting to you. For years, he has wanted to meet you, and it could have been easy with how the connection worked, but you had expressed a curious desire to him one night so long ago.

“Let fate decide when we meet, Mihawk. The tides will bring us together when the time is right.”

Mihawk easily accepted. Their lifestyle didn't make it easy for them to pick and choose where they wanted to be anyway, so it made sense, even if Dracule was less than enthused with the idea of you out gallivanting around the New World. The two of you promised to keep in touch daily, and the system had worked for the two of you ever since.

But now? It seemed as though fate had finally deemed it time for them to meet.

The world disappears when the last body is shoved out of the way, and you stand before him. The two of you take each other in, your surroundings forgotten in favor of looking each other over. Mihawk knows you know what he looks like. His bounty poster is everywhere, but he's only ever imagined what you looked like.

And none of them could ever compare to the real you. He makes the first move, shifting a half step forward, and that seems to have been all the prompt you needed. Mihawk grunts when you throw yourself at him, but he catches you with ease and wraps you up tight against his chest. The warlord buries his face in your hair, breathing in your unique scent of salt water and honeysuckle.

You pull your face away from the crook of his neck, beautiful eyes full of tears as you beam up at him. He tucks one arm under your thighs to keep you held up and holds your face in his free hand, golden eyes locked with your own.

“Can I kiss you, love?”

You answer your soulmate by grabbing the lapel of his jacket and tugging him down to meet your lips in a messy kiss. It's full of teeth and tongue, and Mihawk can taste the sweet ale you must be drinking, but to him? The kiss was nothing less than perfection.

[nininikki]

𝓢𝓐𝓝𝓣𝓐 𝓑𝓐𝓑𝓨

𝓢𝓤𝓜𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓨 ・✶ ｡ﾟ nanami gives you what you’ve both been wanting.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢! ・✶ ｡ﾟ black fem!reader, established relationship (husband and wife), nsfw, smut! role play (partially, nanami is santa claus), cunnilingus, handjob, praise & pet names (baby, honey, daddy, mama) pussyjob, breeding and breeding kink, creampie

𝓝𝓞𝓣𝓔 𝓕𝓡𝓞𝓜 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓐𝓤𝓣𝓗𝓞𝓡 ・✶ ｡ﾟ this is what happens when i try to write a christmas fic but end up procrastinating so now it’s january yay just pretend it’s christmas guys 🤣💘🫶🏽

“oh, look at you, in your cute little get-up!” you giggled, standing up from your seat on the couch at the sight of your husband strutting into the living room in the santa suit you had bought him.

nanami only rolled his eyes, dismissively chuckling all while adjusting the matching hat. “yeah, yeah. happy wife, happy life.”

you joined him where he stood by the tree, where a array of presents lay underneath. slyly, you’d attempted to peek into one of the bags, but your husband—like he had done every other day for the past week—caught you in your tracks. “mm-mm. what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

“well, santa, i’ve been such a good girl this year. i thought you wouldn’t mind giving me my present early.” all it had taken was a smile, some subtle batting of your doe-like eyes, and a hand running over nanami’s defined abs. he was toast from there. you could see something short circuiting in the honey brown of his eyes as he lifted you off the ground, and you saw it again when you locked your legs around his waist. “does that sound good to you, santa?” you teased, pressing your nose up against his. in turn, a sharp smack came down over your ass, eliciting a welp of pain and delight.

nanami sat you gently on the couch, and you were face to face with the discernible bulge beneath his cheery red pants. you ran a manicured finger over the seam, inducing a gulp from him. then one finger turned into five, then your whole hand, and then you were palming him without shame. “y’know what, honey?” like always, the smooth, deep timbre of his voice managed to melt all your inhibitions. “there’s somethin’ santa’s been wanting you to give him for a long time.”

knowingly, your eyes glided over to your christmas tree and then quickly back to him. still, you feigned obliviousness. “really? like what?”

at that, he sank to his knees before you. “i think you know.” then, he gave your knee a nudge. “lift this for me.”

by this, he meant the pale white nightgown that fluttered over your ankles. almost timidly, you took the soft fabric in your hands and pulled it over your hips where it lay bunched up over your abdomen. without waiting, he pushed your legs up and back, so that your knees weren’t far from your ears. a holler of excitement slipped past your lips.

“are you gonna give santa what he wants this year?” your husband asked as his hands found purchase on the backs of your knees. from this angle, he could see the desire leaking out of your chubby cunt almost on full display. the only thing in his way was a lacy pair of panties you had worn to match your nightgown.

without warning, he licked a thin, warm stripe up the expanse of you, outlining where your clit stood beneath your panties. slowly, almost dazedly, he planted another kiss on the erect bud. how could he expect you to answer any questions when he was doing this?

you tried to speak over your labored breaths. “uh, i…oh,” your words drifted off as he licked another stripe over your pussy, a broader and wetter one this time.

“c’mon,” nanami spoke, “i’ve been good this year, too.” your hands found themselves resting over the back of his neck, holding him in place, but he only blew a thin stream of cool air between his lips over your most sensitive parts. you tried not to gasp too loudly, or show in any way how much this teasing was getting to you, but he made it oh so difficult. “have i not?” he asked before softly kissing your inner thigh, and then over your clothed hole. slow, sensual kisses as if he were kissing the lips on your face.

“ugh—you have, i p…romise!” your lips felt like lead as they moved. your body had become weak with desire. nanami maintained intense eye contact as he put his mouth to work, his tongue occasionally dipping past your hole to tease the heaven between your ass cheeks.

seemingly done with playing around, he slid his fingers delicately under the elastic of your thong and began pulling it off your legs. “so, that means you’ll give me what i want?”

you knew what he wanted, and you knew he would never stop wanting it. you knew that if you’d let him, he’d have gotten you pregnant long before. if it were up to him, the two of you would have a handful of kids by now. but it wasn’t up to him, it was up to you. and you just weren’t ready. not until recently, at least.

not until you and nanami were shopping for a present for your friends’ toddler and you thought about how much fun it would be to do this for a child of your own. not until you’d notice nanami looking longingly at a family out in public only after realizing you had been looking too. not until you had looked at the presents under your tree and wondered how much more there could be if you had a little one to splurge on.

gazing at your husband through lidded eyes, you managed a small nod, pulling him into a crouching position so you could press your lips to his. he tasted faintly of the slick between your legs and the chocolate chip cookies you had baked earlier. “are you sure?” nanami asked through strained breaths. you answered him with a wanton tug to his belt as your legs found their familiar place around his waist.

it seemed nanami was more than happy to oblige, and before you could take another breath, you heard the thick strip of leather fall to the floor with a satisfactory clink.

“gonna let me put a baby in you tonight?” he had gotten somewhat steadily to his feet and all but yanked his pants down, and you’d barely gotten a chance to admire the sight of him in his underwear before he yanked those down too. “‘s that what i’m hearin’?”

as you helplessly racked your brain for an answer, you couldn’t help or hide the way your eyes clung to every exposed inch of your husband’s figure. his face, usually cool, collected, and strikingly handsome was now mussed with a thin layer of sweat and slick. despite his domineering stance, you could see his honey brown eyes thinning out around steadily dilating pupils in a way that conveyed nothing short of ravenous hunger. you saw it too in the tiny pout etched into his full lips. your husband was voracious, and you weren’t sure how you’d been able to deny him for so long.

the belt of his robe had been loosened completely, putting the entirety of his torso on display for your viewing pleasure. your eyes followed a lone bead of sweat as it progressed down his body. over the fullness of his chest, then down through the chiseled grooves of his abdomen, before finally dispersing into the fine dusting of light brown hair that trailed into a neatly shaven mound of pubic hair.

the sight of his dick invoked a pooling of saliva under your tongue. the slit of his cock dripped a fine sheath of precum over the bulbous, eager head.

“yes,” you said almost without thinking. then, after giving yourself a real moment to ponder, you answered him again, “yes!”

“yeah?” he asked, the sneer in his tone almost challenging. “get it wet f’me,” nanami was a completely different man now, as he tended to be whenever you pushed the right buttons—touched him the right way, batted your eyes just enough, kissed him with the right amount of desperation.

you peered above him through your lashes, watching his eyes darken as you soaked the center of your palm in a thick rivulet of saliva. slowly, you took his cock in your hand, and began pumping it just the way he liked; firm but careful strokes at first, then a tiny bit slower as circled your thumb over the leaking tip, and finally, tightening your hand around his length and really focusing on the head. slick, shallow pumps that were only concerned with his swollen tip.

“‘s this wet enough?” you asked, stroking his dick with all the salaciousness of a pornstar, but it was even sweeter because you were his wife.

his toned hips bucked up against the movements of your hand, head thrown back as fucked up into your palm. “think i need more,” kento managed through pleasured grunts. “can you give me somethin’ wetter?”

your hand halted its strokes as his eyes met yours again, and you gave him a look that could only mean, you know i can.

hardly a second had passed before your husband was on his knees once more, his palm finding secure purchase at the back of your knee while the other firmly gripped the base of his cock. he tapped it over your cunt a couple times, soaking in the plat, plat, plat sounds it made with each contact. then, he slotted himself between your puffy lips, his frenulum flesh to flesh against your engorged clit.

your mouths were so close that you were almost sharing the same ragged breaths. “fuck, this pussy feels so good,” he murmured into your mouth, rocking himself back and forth between your lips. each movement of his length against you sent shivers up your spine and invoked fresh drips of arousal from your already leaking hole. “and i’m not even inside you yet.”

“pretty little clit,” kento dreamily sighed, and brought his hand up to cup your jaw, urging you to have a look as well. “c’mon, baby, look at it. aren’t you just perfect?” you nodded with libidinous haste as you continued to watch him maintain his rhythm. “that’s what the fuck i’m talkin’ about, beautiful.” the hand that directed your jaw returned to the base of his dick, and he used it to slap his tip over the head of your clit. one, two, three, four, five times.

“ken’,” you braved his name. “i want it inside.” it was the only sentence you could manage with him sandwiched within your cunt like this.

you felt him twitch, but it only made your poor cunt squeeze around nothing. “use your manners, baby,” he demanded weakly, teasingly kissing your soaked entrance with the head of his dick. “say, please.”

meagerly, you squeaked, “plea…” but with every passing nanosecond that the sound left your lips, he was splitting you open on a new inch of his cock. the word, please had barely made it out of your mouth before half of his length sank into your needy heat.

“c’mon, honey,” your husband urged, “say it so i can get you nice and full.”

with the last bit of air left in your lungs, you gasped a desperate, “please, daddy,” into the air, and that was all it took. he buried the rest of himself within you at once, to the very hilt. twitching at the sheer snugness of your sticky walls.

“holdin’ me so tight, baby. c’mere.” he cupped your cheeks in his hands and let your lips meet in a slow, spit-swapping kiss as he built a rhythm with each stroke. first, slowly. shallow strokes as his cock got adjusted to the tightness of your heat, but your cunt was so fucking greedy. tugging him in with each thrust, hungry for more and unwilling to turn him loose. you felt yourself leaking around him when one of his hands found your clit. fingering your little button in soft circles as he dug you out with the tip of his cock.

“hmph,” you moaned into his mouth as he alternated the rhythm of his hips, seemingly realizing that he was the one in control. he was going faster and deeper now, relentlessly tickling that tender, gummy-like bundle of nerves that lay at an angle only he could reach. “fuckin’ me so good, ken’.” you broke away from the kiss to murmur.

“don’t have a choice,” your husband rasped, “gotta get this baby in you somehow.” at that, you were almost ashamed of the way your cunt clenched around him. at the very idea of him fucking and filling you with a baby.

kento brought his pace down to a slower, steadier rhythm as he steadied his hands on the backs of your knees. with your cunt as readily exposed to him as it was, he pulled out until only his throbbing head lay submersed within your dripping heat. then, in one graceful motion of his hips pistoning forward, he was cleaving you open even wider on his dick. “ken’, it’s—” your words were choked in a gasp when the head of his cock kissed up against that sweet spot inside you. “‘s too much, toomuch, toomuch!”

nanami stamped a haste, wet kiss to the corner of your parted lips. “i know, baby, i know. but you take it so well.” he said over the sounds of your whimpers, the soft smacks of his hips pounding into your fleshy ass cheeks, and the lewd squelches that sounded throughout the room with every thrust of his cock.

“c’mere, give daddy another kiss.” the timbre of his voice always changed just the slightest bit whenever you got him like this. the tiniest hint of need and yearning was always evident, as though it had came deep down from the very pits of his soul. just hearing it made you weak with longing, and you were clenching around his length once more. his lips connected with yours in a kiss so sloppy, you could hardly even call it one. it was more of a messy gnashing of teeth and lips if anything.

when nanami broke away from the kiss, lips bruised from the mutual impact of your mouths and ragged exhales rattling through his body, he whined, “gonna make you the prettiest mommy.” the tips of his middle and ring fingers found your clit, drawing tiny figure-eights over the aching bud and eliciting hungry mewls from the back of your throat. “isn’t that right?” your husband taunted you further.

your head bobbed shakily in what was meant to be a nod. “mhm, mhm,” you babbled, but dissatisfaction was prominent in your husband’s eyes.

“say it,” maintaining fierce eye contact and unrelenting in his strokes over your clit.

“gonna make me—” the muscles in your abdomen tensed as you edged closer into climax. “the prettiest mommy!” you spat the words out, partly ashamed from having said something so perverted, and partly eager for the release you currently chased. it only took a couple more savory thrusts before your body began to spasm on the brink of its high. “i’m cummin, daddy, i’m—oh!”

nanami buried his face within your neck, an animalistic growl rumbling from his chest as your pussy convulsed helplessly around his cock. “yeah, that’s it, mama.” he encouraged as streams of your release began to gush from you with every push of his hips. “wet my dick up.”

your husband’s release followed soon after, mixed in with desperately weak grunts of, “i’m cummin’, baby. you sure you want it?” and, “gonna fill you up so good, promise.” before he was pumping a load deep within you and painting your insides in his viscous release.

you both lay there for a couple of moments, chests heaving and foreheads sticking together with perspiration. “just so you know,” kento rasped against your skin while weakly kissing the corner of your mouth. “i’m not done.”

nininikki. 2023.

[loveandleases]

THIRD ASK (honestly, I'm not sure if you'd even wanna answer this XD I can feel the sins on this one):

Okay, this is a reaction for each RO, in rela stage, to highlight a comeback of how they had their first meet with MC and/or one of the highlighted moments. (You'll see why below)

Cam: He just came home, probably pent up (?) and he just comes home to see MC looking at him knowingly and suggestively licking the cream off the oreo before smiling adoringly and say "I bought Oreos.", a reminder of the last time they used that phrase.

G: Remember that ol'sweater that was once 'taken' and now returned all those times ago? Welp, imagine G walking into the bedroom to find MC wearing it. And only it, with the end of the sweater just above the mid-thigh (or somewhere close to it, given the possible height difference). All the while, MC is sitting there with a little grin, like a cat that ate the canary.

Kara: Not only did she help with starting up the business, she even saved MC's ass by providing them one of the shirts for the mishap. So imagine that shirt popping up again, this time on MC - with a collar that says 'Kara's' too, just to 'remember naming' this time. (I wish I can think up better, I am so sorry for the Kara-mancers out there (；′⌒`)

M: Ah yes, the writer. The one who gave you a signed copy of their book! Then MC comes up to M, asking if they could read them a 'bedtime story'. For some compelling reason, M allows it - and turns out, MC ends up reading the book in a sultry tone, maybe even close to M's ears if they allow it.

Isaac: (Honestly, I don't have much interaction with them). But maybe MC ends up in a delivery uniform, carrying a surprise gift as the delivery package for Isaac? Could be something sweet or something spicy, either way, it's something to set a mood. (Again, I'm sorry to all I-mancers /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ )

Ardent: The walking 'wall' himself. Obviously, the easy thing to do is probs Ardent walking into MC naked with no more than pieces of cake on them - but for the sake of preventing ants on the bed, it could be something else. Maybe MC surprised Ardent with a cake, a similar one to when they first met...Except the words on the cake is probs something teasing, like 'Happy Birthday, old man', 'Happy Anniversary, Balloon Man' or even 'Worth 30 Minutes?'. (And yes, MC did wait in line for 30 or more mins for this cake).

SO, WHAT WOULD EACH OF THE ROS DO WITH THEIR RESPECTIVE SCENARIO (AND I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LONG ASF ಥ_ಥ)

The sins are there!!! (how could I forget the oreo...) (some of these are short some long but all below the cut!

❤️ Cam - First he would think oh yay Oreos...until it clicks in his head about the last time MC said they bought Oreos. His pale cheeks will blossom with color in an instant. Ruby red. He knows MC is doing it to tease him, and two can play this game. Cam would walk over, taking the Oreo from their hand and simply say, "I guess you couldn't wait, huh? You know I have a much better filling if you're so hungry." (sometimes he's just too ballsy)

💙 G - They nod their head, blowing a breath between their lips that have pulled into a grin. "I fucking knew it." They knew MC took it, just like they kept something of MC's. G pops their hip out, hand held out waiting for what's rightfully theirs. "Give it." When MC doesn't budge G will walk over ready to take it off. Of course, MC will gladly let them try, intent on using the sleeves to keep G in place later.

💚 Kara - (that's actually super cute.) "What's this?" Kara runs a finger along the collar, leaning into MC's personal space. "Mine." She giggles pressing her lips against the collar and leaving a print of her lipstick behind.

"I honestly hope you forget more often, who knows where I can kiss next."

💛 M - "With a feather-light touch, his lips ghost along her spine. Her breath hitching as he goes lower."

M gulps loudly, hands pulling their blanket to the top of their cheeks. Their eyes are shut tight, and their breathing heavy. "Wh-why did you choose this book?" They stammer out, their brow pinched together.

You lean closer, blowing a stray hair from their forehead causing their eyes to open and stare at you.

"Do you not like it?" You ask, your voice low and inviting. Your lips pull into a slow teasing smile causing M's eyes to fall on your lips.

They nod fervently, using a hand to cover their eyes. "I-I..fuck."

"I'll stop here then."

Before you can close the page, M reaches forward grabbing your hand. They don't dare meet your gaze; instead, they focus on your legs, which are brushing against the side of their bed. "Not yet."

💜 Isaac - You knock rapidly on the door, listening closely as Isaac comes to open it. "Listen I don't have an- Oh." They catch on your appearance, shorts yanked high showing off your thighs.

"I need your signature." You motion to the pen in your hand, cocking your hip out as Isaac leans against the door frame.

"Is that so? What's the package?" He asks, quirking a brow as he glides his hand along your own and plucks the pen from your hand.

Once you see the pen is firmly in his grasp you turn, allowing him to read the writing on the back of your shorts.

Isaac chuckles, pulling at the bottom hem so the writing is easier to read. He grabs your arm pulling you against him, allowing his arms to wrap around your waist. "I don't need to write my name on your butt to know your mine. You decided that when you chose to stay."

🖤 Ardent - "You be good, alright? I have your cat nip toys and treats. You just, I don't know don't come clawing his back when he gets here." Cupid stares blankly at you as you set the cake on the bed.

She meows nuzzling your hand as you go to pick her up, "I promise I'll play with you when he's feeling better, okay?" Cupid flicks her tail at your hand and makes her way out of the bedroom.

The door opens not long after and you decide to get comfortable, leaning back into the pillows allowing Ardent's t-shirt to hang from your frame. Once he gets closer you light the candle on top. Grinning at the writing, "Worth 30 minutes?"

The door is pushed fully open and there he stands, his hair half up and his brow raised in question. "You didn't." He says motioning to the cake on the bed. A lone strand of wax runs down the candle.

You lean over, allowing the shirt to gape and show Ardent your chest as you pull the candle out of the cake and use your hand to wipe the wax off it. You then use your tongue to lick off the icing that clings to the bottom of the candle. "I did."

His eyes darken watching you, yanking the tie out of his hair and pulling off his shirt. "What's the occasion?" He asks as he goes to sit on the bed near you, taking the candle from your hands. His rough hands stroke your cheek lovingly, as his thumb moves to swipe the icing along your lip.

"What is it too soon to get you a cake reminding you of how we met?"

Ardent groans, his hand rubbing along his face as he looks down to read the red writing. "I'd say you're worth more than thirty minutes."

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much am I worth to you?"

Ardent leans forward, his hand cradling the back of your neck as he rubs his nose against yours, his lip pressing softly into your own. "Everything I have and more."

[hariboz]

here you go nonnie!! took a while again i’m sorry 😵‍💫

boyfriend!gunwook who never misses a thing you say. whether it be a joke no one else heard, a little chime of agreement to something a friend said, an annoyed grumble at a topic you loathe — gunwook picks up on it all. it doesn’t matter how many people you’re hanging out with, or who he’s currently talking to. he always has an eye — and ear — out for you, encouraging you to speak up and if the situation calls for it, even diverts everyone’s attention to you because he wants to make sure you know people listen to you <3

boyfriend!gunwook who laughs at your jokes like no one else ever has. his giggling at your offhand joke alone is enough to make you feel like comedy is your true calling. it’s a little embarrassing when he runs off to get a friend to listen to your little joke, gunwook so proud of your apparent comedic genius he doesn’t even really pick up on the fact the joke really only lands with him — which is enough for you anyways, because his uncontrollable giggles are the only ones you want to hear.

boyfriend!gunwook who is very particular about his cuddle time, and he will play dirty if you force him to by trying to deprive him of his cuddles. uses his whole body if he has to, clinging to you like you’d evaporate the second you aren’t tightly squished against him. huffs and puffs when you try to wiggle free, whining back even louder when you start complaining that you have to go to the bathroom. good luck getting out of his grasp <3

boyfriend!gunwook who thrives on teasing you, specifically regarding things he’s supposedly better at. he’s taller? get ready for all the cheesy short jokes you’ve heard before, your stuff magically appearing on shelves out of reach. he’s stronger? incessant flexing while doing the most mundane tasks. he’s faster, better at mario kart, won against you in monopoly once? welp, too bad, he’s never letting it die. as cliché as his jokes and comments may be, they have a certain sweetness to them when he breathes them out between his giggles, so you don’t mind too much when he’s looking at you like that.

boyfriend!gunwook who really enjoys doing cute little spa dates with you. he enjoys doing you skin care together, talking about your days while peeling face masks off your face. his favourite thing, though, is when you do his skincare for him after he had a bad week. he just lays down and lets you do your thing, and the way you gently massage the product into his face, cooing at his sleepy face truly makes him forget about why he was upset in the first place. :( <3

boyfriend!gunwook who cannot bear the thought of you upset. “y/n” and “upset” shouldn’t even go into the same sentence, in his opinion. he’s your all-in-one stop when you’re upset; he’s comfort in all possible ways. he offers you an ear and just listens if that’s what you want, nodding along and running his hand through your hair soothingly. he offers advice and his opinion if you ask for it, he cuddles with you in silence and let’s you cry into him if that what you need. he’s your distraction, maybe taking you out to eat to get you out of your slump, maybe offering a silly rant himself to have your mind focus on something else, maybe just sitting cuddled up next to you while watching another rerun of your favourite show. he’d play your personal jester as long as it gets at least a tiny smile back on your face... </3

[cultofdixon]

I love you, please don’t push me away

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • “Can I see it…” “since when did you start to care about me again?” “I’ve lost too much. I ain’t gonna lose yea now” • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence [Mentioned] / Injuries / Messy Confessions / Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

Nothing tears these two apart, well. Except that time with the Governor but every fiber of their being magnetized toward the other.

Y/N and Daryl, inseparable. But never an item even if there is a running bet between Rick and Carol over how long it’ll take.

The run down?

Daryl never saw himself relate with any of the other members in the quarry. Except for this other lone wolf type that would wander out of bounds to hunt, like him. And ignore Shane’s stupid rule, like him and Merle. And also have a short fuse just like him.

He stumbled across this person during his own hunt finding the woman bashing in the skull of a walker. She turned around when she noticed she was stumbled upon by a living being, her body relaxed when realizing who it was. Which was a new feeling to Daryl.

“Shane sent yea out or what”

“Nah fuck that pig. Was tracking a deer”

“You mean that deer” The woman pointed to the hanging animal from the tree as Daryl gave the whole scene a concerned look. “Camping tips can help in the end of the world”

“Bear tactics”

“Exactly. Tie up your shit so bears don’t get it. But hell you’ve got sickos. Might as well apply those tactics to these fucks” She kicked the dead creature while pulling out her knife. “I’m uh. Y/N. By the way…you ain’t very talkative in the camp”

“Neither are yea.” He scoffs. “‘M Daryl”

“Welp. Now you’ve got a friend.” Y/N untied the deer letting it hit the ground by Daryl’s feet. “And if we’re gonna be friends. You can carry that for me, to avoid the Walker guts getting on everybody’s dinner”

“What do I get for doing this?”

“Mmm…I’m pretty good at making arrows” Y/N shrugs watching the pondering look grow on Daryl’s face before he knelt down and picked up the deer heading back to the camp while she happily follows behind.

That first moment brought an instant connection that Daryl didn’t realize. Until he got shitty news.

“You left my brother? On a fucking roof?” Daryl snaps and right before the archer got close to hitting the stranger, Y/N stepped between the two along with Shane’s help. Not that she needed it.

“Who do you think you are to make that decision?”

“Rick Grimes, deputy—-“

“Nah. I ain’t dealing with another pig thinking he can boss everybody around” Y/N cuts him off as she stood her ground even if it didn’t entirely involve her. “How would you feel if you were left behind? Left for dead” She knew her words struck a few in the crowd, specifically Shane and Lori.

“I was left behind” Rick suddenly got up in Y/N’s face not liking her attitude but right as he did, Daryl didn’t hesitate to loom from behind her making him back up.

“And how the fuck did that make you feel?”

That brought a lot of her character out to Daryl and everyone else. She was defensive and it was clear, when she gets close to someone…she has to protect them in some way.

When the invasion happened on the camp, Daryl never been more driven by his anxiety and his fear until he thought he’d lose the closest person he’s liked in the longest time. He took out a walker coming up behind Y/N when she wasn’t paying attention. The thankful look in her eyes spoke enough even if after taking care of the walkers, Daryl subtly scanned her person as he helped the others pile up the dead.

The plan to head to the CDC was a gamble, but the ride there brought more out of the two. Given Y/N loaded up in Daryl’s truck not wanting to be stuck in the RV.

“Why’d yea defend me back when we found out they left Merle?”

“Honest?”

“Mhm”

“He’s your family, whether he annoys you or not…you’d still want him in your life” Y/N leaned her head against the window fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. “And hell. I’m done letting others walk all over people. Just cuz they haven’t been in their shoes before”

Daryl felt himself grip the steering wheel wanting to ask a question but given the lighthearted feel going on between the two, he didn’t want to taint it full of uncomfortable tension.

“Who did yea lose”

“My baby brother” Y/N frowns reaching into her backpack taking out a journal that held a Polaroid of the two on a camping trip with their parents. “I…I don’t think he’s dead but, haven’t found him since outbreak day and Glenn took me back to that camp even when every fiber of my being didn’t want to stop looking”

“Do yea entirely trust these people?”

“I trust you. But that’s cuz you’re not keeping bullshit. Yea state yer mind if you have to. Hopefully the new world doesn’t beat that out of yea”

The CDC was a weird experience. A time to feel like they were in the old world once more. Just under a different roof and drowning out reality with alcohol.

Daryl was the last to shower even if it took him some time to get there given the man had drank a bit too much. But as he entered the room he was sharing with the other single in their group, which obviously was Y/N. She lifted her head to the sound of stumbling and saw the exhaustion rise in his expression as he stumbles onto the couch she sat on. She tossed her book on her bag giving Daryl an opportunity to use her lap as a pillow turning toward her and laying there in silence for a moment. Closing his eyes and doing the best he could to fall asleep even when a part of him fought to stay awake to spend this time with Y/N. Y/N on the other hand, pulled the blanket from her shoulders and covered the man laying on her…resting a hand on his side feeling him shift to get comfortable mumbling a bit to himself.

“Don’t ever wanna lose yea…”

Those words struck a bit to Y/N and even if he didn’t remember saying that last night, she knew by the way he covered her when Rick tossed the grenade to escape the CDC…

That he meant it.

Their bond was growing to others in a beautiful way but to the pair it was weird…confusing…and a bit beautiful in its own way. But it brought certain anxiety that the other never wanted to feel in a world like this.

The farm became a temporary safe haven, and the word temporary was definitely engraved in few’s minds because of how Hershel felt toward them. At first it was to save Carl’s life and thankfully he did…next was to fix what Andrea did.

“Oh my god. Is he alive—-“

“Step the fuck back” Y/N snaps at the poor girl who kept her distance from the situation. And Y/N. The bitch scared her.

“At least we have some idea of where Sophia can be. Now we can retrace Daryl’s steps”

“Nah, I’m comin’ with yea”

“You won’t be doing much activity at least for a few days.” Hershel reminds him of his injuries only for the archer to grow annoyed but his frustration grew slightly when he noticed Y/N glaring at him.

Once he was left alone after Carol gave him his dinner and a thanks for never giving up on her daughter, Y/N came in about an hour later with clothes for him and before she even made it to the door…Daryl grabbed her wrist.

“What’s up yours? Yea been quiet since I came back or well until after yea scared the shit out of Andrea. Yeah fucking Rick told me what happened the—-“ Daryl stopped speaking when he saw the tears in her eyes making him let go and her freeze like a deer in headlights.

“You shouldn’t have gone out by yourself”

“Y/N, I did what I had to. Others given up”

“Don’t. Go. By. Yourself.” Y/N hissed wiping away the tears that started to burn. “Yea ain’t alone anymore. Ain’t needing to do this shit by yourself and get yourself killed. Yea may think nobody would care if you were gone but somebody does. So watch it.” She frowns leaving on that note.

Daryl didn’t know that she felt that way toward him and there were plenty of other moments like that. For either of them.

The reunion on the freeway after the farm went up in flames. Daryl got Carol out of there on his bike, feeling his anxiety get the best of him when he didn’t find Y/N until she came running through the woods and he didn’t hesitate for a second to run at her. Bringing the tired girl into his embrace thankful she didn’t die in the flames or in the mouths of the undead.

The time the group raided Woodbury to save their own and Daryl was shoved out of the way of a bullet that embedded into Y/N’s shoulder. Thank god Hershel got it out. When he came back after leaving the first time with his brother, he couldn’t get that mental image of the disappointment written all over her face. But that was all forgiven, given she would’ve left too if it was her problematic brother.

Once the fight of Woodbury was done and people were flooding into the prison, making itself its own community…Daryl felt a sense of jealousy when watching others outside of their original group talk to Y/N who seem to be expanding their social circle. He was brewing and it was obvious to Carol.

“You’re gonna blow a fuse”

“What?” Daryl brought his attention back to reality and noticed Carol joining him beside him. “Shit.”

“What? Got spotted? We all know how much you like’er. Why didn’t yea do anything sooner?”

“It’s the end of the world.”

“Okay. Stating the obvious. So?” Carol elbows him to be told more as Daryl kept his eyes on Y/N watching her turn to him shooting him a smile.

“If I act on my feelings, and worry about another…on that level, I’ll lose her”

Carol knew Daryl felt a bit at fault for Sophia dying, including his own brother. But Y/N is a strong person. Hell she’s the one that saved them back at the outbreak in the quarry, she knows that girl can hold her ground…and she knows, how much he means to her.

“You won’t lose her…Don’t push her away”

Those words rang through his head as he found himself smoking outside the prison walls and Y/N joining him after her shift in the watchtower. The silence grew between the two even if they spent most of their time together in comfortable silence. But this was different and Y/N knew this.

“Did I do somethin’?”

“Nah” Daryl tosses the cigarette on the floor putting it out with his foot. “This ain’t worth it”

“What’s not?” She furrowed her brows confused at first as Daryl got up from his spot. “Daryl—“

“This!” He gestures to the two of them with a growing frown on his face. “It ain’t fucking worth worrying about. I can’t live like this for the rest of my life. Stressin’ over what might happen” and it clicked to Y/N as her eyes met his only for him to turn away. “Don’t. I can’t.”

“Daryl but—-“

“No. We can’t”

Another word was said because Daryl went back inside leaving Y/N outside to think about what the hell just happened. But more importantly…just…break.

The two haven’t really talked since then. Or hung around the other. The only time they would interact is when Rick asked them to go on a run, or for the council meetings for their small community. Daryl expanded and got close with other people while Y/N found herself back in the same mindset at the quarry before she extended herself to Daryl.

In the end you’re on your own.

But that never lasted because of the connection she had with him and with the others. The sickness, her angry feelings were pushed aside so that she could work with him on getting the medicine. Then when it got to their people, Y/N distanced herself from Daryl once more. This time his regret settled in in its entirety and wasn’t expressed until after the attack.

“Aren’t you and Y/N supposed to be close?”

“Why’re you bringing that up…”

“Getting to know you I guess” Beth frowns sitting across from the archer fiddling with some thread around his wrist.

“She was my best friend, that I love…and pushed away”

Beth watched as the pain when saying such brought its expression in his frown and the tears that he tried desperately not to fall.

…

“And I don’t think I’ll ever get him back” Y/N frowns sitting with Michonne in front of the fire she made for them.

“Daryl’s strong. He’ll come back to you. Even if…you two aren’t anything but friends. You two just. Gravitate toward each other naturally”

Y/N shot Michonne a smile when she said such, but during her watch while the swordsman slept, she couldn’t help the tears that fell off her face.

Michonne was right about the two gravitating toward each other. They always found the other in whatever situation they were in. Even if the most recent was the incident with the claimers, then the other with the general hospital, and finally reaching Alexandria.

And Y/N needed a minute.

“Y/N. Deanna only agreed to yea going out if it’s—-“

“I’m just sticking close. Won’t even need a goddamn car. I just. I need a minute. And I can’t get that in another confined area” Y/N frowns already geared up to head out of Alexandria. “I’ll be back before it’s too late in the day, and if I’m not. Then you can come and get me…”

Rick gave the girl a worried look, but agreed to let her go. He didn’t trust it there either and was surprised by how others are settling in.

When the sherif headed back to his group’s houses, he found Daryl standing outside of the one Carol took up with Y/N. He looked anxious from what he got first spotting the archer.

“Hey”

Daryl quickly turned toward his brother seeing the confused look. “What”

“What are you waitin’ for?”

“Courage. Fuck if I know”

“Courage for what?” Rick brought himself closer as Daryl stepped away from the door to sit on the steps.

“To talk to Y/N again. Repair what I fucking tore apart back at the prison…Before Beth and I got separated, she told me not to let a good thing go. And Carol snapped at me one of the first nights here about the same thing”

“Well. I hate to break it to yea. But she ain’t home” Rick watches the archer shot up from his spot with a you serious? look on his face. “Yeah. She needed some air. Stepped out of Alexandria”

“And yea think she’s gonna come back? After all the shit I fuckin’ said”

“You said back at the prison. Some part of her wouldn’t leave from something that happened some time ago. And there will always be a part of her, connected to yea at all times.” Rick put his hands on his hips. “She doesn’t like it here just like you. So she needed a breather.”

“If she doesn’t come back before night fall—-“

“We’ll go get’er. Alright?” He reassures the man before going back on his patrol.

She made it before nightfall.

Emphasize on the “made it” part.

“Where the hell have you been? You were supposed to help in the infirmary” Spencer, one of Deanna’s sons, got up in Y/N’s face when she first stepped back in. More so caring about the fact that she wasn’t at her job compared to the amount of blood on her. “What the fuck did you do?”

Few residence, more so her group coming close to listen to someone they didn’t know go off on one of their own.

“Why did you ignore Dean—-“

“Your mother’s.”

“Fine. My mother’s orders. You had a job to do and instead you went out doing who knows what outside the walls. Don’t you like it here? Don’t you like being safe here for once? Clearly yea—-“

“Step away from her now.” Michonne cuts in once she noticed the fists Y/N formed and the shaking her body was undergoing. “Some of us are still adjusting. You need to understand that and if you don’t, talk to your mother or I’ll let her hurt you” she states watching him stand his ground one last time.

“Turn in the weapons you took out, then I’ll—“ Spencer stops to the sound of Y/N’s bag dropping to the ground and watching her unclip the magazine of her gun and unloaded the one in the chamber before handing it to Michonne and walking past.

Y/N avoided everyone’s looks and focused on getting back to Carol’s. Even if every fiber of her being wanted to collapse in the middle of Alexandria and let the darkness settle in. But none of them knew what was happening. She just continued on her way.

“Where the hell have you been?” Carol asks when she heard the door open ignoring the rest of what Daryl was saying. Granted it was about the girl that entered.

“Needed air. Got too much of it” Y/N chokes up a bit gripping onto the stairs’ railing with one hand as the other went straight for her side taking her hand off to see the blood soaking through. “I’m gonna shower. Too much Walker blood…but uh. Is the first aid kit in the bathroom?”

Carol pulled herself away from the kitchen counter heading toward Y/N who had her back turned to her on the steps. While Daryl slide off the bar stool bringing himself within earshot.

“What happened?”

“I just cut my hand…”

“You’re covered in blood. Is it—-“

“It’s not mine. Just walkers I got stuck dealing with”

“Are you bit?”

“I wouldn’t have come back if I was” She felt a lot of the pain return to her body in that moment as she continued on the way to the bathroom leaving both confused.

You’ve always been a disappointment Y/N.

Hell. Look at me. Finally proving to this world that I’m worth something

Y/N couldn’t stand and found herself sitting in the shower letting the water wash off the dried blood but also the running. She held onto the edge of the tub feeling everything as she tried her best not to stream in pain.

Her body flinched to the sound of knocking and that resulted in the pain induced tears to finally shed.

“What.”

“Got you clothes” Daryl states from the other side of the door with clothes in hand but he couldn’t help his eyes from wandering around the room to see the blood soaked clothes and the hand print on the door. “Y/N. What happened?”

“Please…go away, Daryl”

“Nah…not this time” Daryl pressed his forehead against the door. “I ain’t leaving and I know you’re hurt…”

“I-I…” Y/N sobbed gripping harder onto the ceramic trying not to focus on the pain in her side.

“Can I see it…” He felt his heart clench hearing her wince from the other side of the door followed by choked off sobs.

“since when did you start to care about me again?”

Daryl sighs tossing the clothes on the dresser by the door and resting his hands on it. “I’ve lost too much. I ain’t gonna lose yea now” he frowns not hearing any sound come out from the other side. “Y/N?”

Something’s wrong…

There’s always been something wrong and he knew there was more to it. She just wanted to take care of it without anyone realizing. But of course she couldn’t get past the person who holds her heart.

The door was suddenly kicked open and Y/N had no strength to react except for bringing her eyes to follow his movements. Daryl gently took a hold of her face seeing the damage there along with what was happening to the rest of her body. He quickly turns off the water and as his lips moved, she didn’t register a single thing. All she did was close her eyes.

“You…were always their favorite” The youngest L/N shook in his sister’s embrace feeling the end draw near as Y/N couldn’t help the tears that spilled. “I never…got to show’em up…”

“I should have never stopped looking…I shouldn’t have left home…left you”

“Mm…” He coughs a bit as the blood splattered on Y/N’s face. “It don’t matter anymore…T-This is what I d-deserve…”

“No…no you didn’t. I should’ve found you…you would’ve loved the people I’m with…this is my fault” Y/N sobbed holding her brother tighter as he gave her one last smile.

“Yea survived…just keep doing so”

As the breath faded from his lungs and more of his group surrounded the house they were held up in. Y/N had to pull it together long enough to take care of the rest, even on her last legs. Because she would’ve found a way to bring her brother in, but as for the others?

No one is following her back to her family.

A soft groan escapes her lips, alerting the archer sitting beside her bed. He brought his chair closer carefully taking her hand into his thinking she would reject it, but instead she gave it a firm squeeze indicating some of her strength is back and that she didn’t want him to go.

“Yea lost a lot of blood…and I got mad at the surgeon here”

“Mm. Typical Daryl behavior” Y/N sighs gently grazing her thumb against his knuckles. “Last I remember…was being in the shower”

“You were in the bath as the shower ran. I don’t know how Imma explain the blood bath, literally, to Carol. But she did help me get yea here” Daryl frowns seeing the exhaustion in her expression but more focused on the black eye and bruised cheek on her left side when she turned to him. “Carried yea out in a blanket. Got bitchy when he lingered too close”

“Please tell me I got dressed after…that someone helped me. And the strange man that stared at me when we first met didn’t see my goods long”

“Imma kill him next time he does, but nah. Maggie came in with clothes”

“Everybody knows?”

“Doesn’t know why. But yeah…I…I did come running out, Y/N. Yelling for somebody. Felt…lost.” He frowns, straightening up when Y/N started to sit up. The grimace growing on her face made Daryl feel as if an ice pick went straight for his heart.

Y/N watches as Daryl got up from his seat he went to grab another blanket when he felt her grip tighten and a wince escape her lips from him pulling.

“Sorry—-I’m sorry. Fuck. I just—-“

“I can do without another…please just sit with me” She begged and she had the same look on her face like she did at the time of their fight in the prison. Something he’ll never forget. “I don’t…I can’t stand another second without you. Even if it’s just a few feet away…”

Instead of sitting in the chair, Daryl brought himself to sit on the edge of the bed holding her hand seeing the bruises on her knuckles. He kept finding more of what happened…and it upset him not knowing.

“Daryl…”

“Yeah?”

“Just ask”

Daryl didn’t want to. He didn’t want to know the pain she endured and how it happened. But he wanted to know who he had to fuck up.

“I got ambushed…by raiders in masks. I took out like…four of them…got the shiner and knocked down by the fifth…only to shoot him right in the ribs and as he dropped..” She squeezed her eyes shut biting the inside of her cheek trying to stop the tears. “I found out…it was my brother…” the tears fell stating such as Daryl soften squeezing her hand with the one she held while the other carefully wiped them away. “Then when he died…I couldn’t risk the others following…and took them out…even if it almost killed me”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s…well, it’s not fine. But that’s keeping me going. Just saying it is…that he’s not in this hell of a world anymore…”

“never looked at it like that…when Merle died. Took the blame and ran with it”

“You carry too much of the blame for things…when a good chunk of it was never your fault” Y/N frowns tugging him forward enough for her to lean comfortably forward pressing her forehead against his. “This is one of’em. You blame yourself. I break your knee caps. This wasn’t your fault…”

“I should’ve never hurt yea back at the prison…I missed you. I miss you and you’re right here”

“Daryl…” Y/N brought her soft, tiny hands to hold the archer’s face feeling him relax in her touch. “I love you…so please, don’t push me away”

The tears that fell between the two was found in comfortable silence. Only a comfort the two share with each other. Daryl moved her hands so that he could gently bring her into his embrace holding her.

“I won’t…I promise”

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

An entire month had passed since Tommy had enhanced the pond area for you, it was now a sanctuary for your mind and body, and you visited it frequently. Luda Mae kept pestering you to come back to the house to live with them, and often times you would sleepover in your old room to placate her requests.

Tommy spent a lot of time with you in that month, as you joined him in his chores while the agriculture techs worked on upgrading your orchards current system. Fortunately for you the work was quick and moderately affordable considering the old system already had above-ground sprinklers set up. The fruit trees were a dream to care for now, only requiring pruning when needed and the harvests had been more abundant than ever thanks to the fancy new technology.

Today was as warm as to be expected for the beginning of August, the wheat field at the Hewitt house was late this year due to unusual spans of damp weather and cool temperatures in June causing a delay in the crop maturity. Charlie and Tommy were extremely busy with the harvest so you took to caring for the animals with Luda Mae while they washed and stored the crops.

You were just about finished filling the feeder and water trough in the chicken coop when you hear Luda Mae call out to you.

“Hi hun, didja get all these little hellraisers sorted?” she says.

You nod and exit through the gate, quickly closing it behind you before a very energetic hen could bolt out. She takes one of the buckets from your hands and helps you put it all away, she wipes her hands on her apron and gives you a smile,

“Welp, the cow stalls are all ready for the night, and the feed is restored. What say we go on n’ get some lemonade before we have to bring ‘em in hm?”

You smile back and agree, the both of you look out towards the wheat field where you can hear Charlie cursing out Tommy like he was a teenager reluctantly holding a flashlight for his dad. Luda Mae sighs,

“No matter how many times I warn him to be nice to my baby, he doesn’t listen and keeps carryin’ on. One day Thomas is gonna have had enough, and then Charlie will find Jesus… so to speak.”

You chuckle, and continue walking toward the house,

“Was he always like that to Tommy? And also, why does Tommy allow him to be mean like that?” you ask. Luda Mae takes some time to think, squishing her lips up as she digs in her memory.

“Hmm, it’s been so long I almost feel like it’s never been different. Charlie started being cruel when Thomas was going through puberty, but he really ain’t never been all that kind to Thomas.”

She opened the front door and led the way to the kitchen where she took out the lemonade and poured two cups, handing you one.

“Thomas ain’t the kind of boy to use his strength against the ones he loves. In fact, he tries to stay as docile as a lamb. He got real good at it too what with gettin’ used to the children in town bullyin’ him.”

You take a sip of lemonade and purse your lips at the sour taste, Luda Mae see’s your reaction and quickly looks concerned,

“Oh! I’m so sorry hun, I should have asked how you like your lemonade first. Let me water it down for you and add some sugar!” she reaches for your glass but you put your hand up and shake your head while giggling,

“I like it sour, I was just surprised by the intensity of the lemon is all. It’s good, thank you.”

She relaxes her stance and leans back on the counter taking a long sip from her glass. You drink again and savor the tart flavor, you pull out a seat from the small table and Luda Mae joins you.

“So, is that why Tommy became so primitive after he got rid of Dover?” you wanted to start digging into their past to better understand the man you intended to marry.

Luda Mae stares at her drink with a worried look on her face, you lean in to press the question,

“It’s just that… I… well, I know what happened here with you all back then, and I know it was a complex issue and things were becoming desperate so, I don’t want to-well what I mean to ask is… I…”

You suddenly felt very ill-equipped to handle such a deeply unsettling topic, but you burned with intrigue to learn more about the situation. -If I can’t get past their crimes then maybe I shouldn’t be a part of this family- you were now arguing in your head about the morality of their actions and how you looked past it for so long.

Luda Mae hangs her head and shakes it from side to side, she looks up at you with tears forming in her eyes and starts fiddling with a handkerchief she pulled from her pocket.

“I know you want to know more about our despicable past, but I just can’t bring myself to speak on it dear I’m so very sorry.” She quietly whimpered and turned her face away from you to hide her anguish. You didn’t intend to hurt her by asking, you place your hand on her knee,

“I really didn’t mean to upset you Mae, I think I just really need to know what I am getting myself into with marrying your son. I won’t ask you about it again, I’m sorry.”

She looked back at you and pushed out a crooked, strained smile as tears ran down her cheek. Seeing her so upset broke your heart and made you feel guilty for asking the question. -If she is so broken about the past then maybe I have my answer on where she stands with their heinous actions- you think to yourself about how you are basically stuck with them regardless, since you were complicit in the murder of Dover and vowed to keep quiet about it. -maybe I should just let sleeping dogs lie- You stand up and begin to leave the room until you hear Luda Mae say something you couldn’t hear properly, you turn back and ask what she said,

“If you need to find out about our past, I reckon Thomas might just be the best person to ask. Charlie is… well, I love my brother like the lord asks of us, but he’s got an evil deep in him that broke out his body back then. It must have been ‘cus of the starvation, he’s different now mind you, but he still has that darkness lingering in his soul.” She let out a wavering breath and drank more from her lemonade.

You thank her and leave her alone to allow her some recovery. You waited in your room until the sun began to sink in the sky, you could hear Charlie and Tommy putting away the harvest vehicles and closing up the main barn doors. You get up and leave toward the meadow where the cows were wandering and see Luda Mae waiting at the meadow gate, she sees you coming up and waves you over.

“Alright hun, let’s get these heifers in the barn for bed.” Her voice had a sad tone to it, and you gently grabbed her forearm to turn her to face you,

“I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier, you know I care about you. I stupidly asked something personal and should have been more mindful with my words and I hope you can forgive that fumbling.” You tilt your head to the side waiting for her response. She gives you an earnest smile and places her soft, warm hand on your cheek,

“Oh hun, don’t be apologizing for wantin’ to know more. I know it’s weighin’ on your mind and you have every right to find out about your new family, it’s only fair you get all the information you ask for.” She removes her hand from your cheek and you drop her forearm from your hand,

“It’s a painful thing to remember for me, I regret everything that happened and there ain’t no good excuse for what we did but, I’m sorry, I just can’t speak about it. You understand hm?” she looks at you and waits for your response,

You smile and nod, “I understand. Are we good?” you ask.

“Of course we are dear, you just get your questions to Tommy, but know that there’s a chance he may not be so open about it.”

She places her hand on your shoulder as you both walk towards the cows who are already trotting towards the open gate.

You head towards the far end of the meadow to call out to the other cows who straggled behind, they slowly make their way to the gate and you follow behind them at a safe distance. Luda Mae gives you a proud smile as the last cow exited the meadow,

“You learn quick dear, I love a smart woman.”

You felt quite proud yourself with how quickly you took to the caretaking of the animals; farms are hard work even on small ones like the Hewitts have, but you felt a sense of self-worth every time you completed a task, the work gave you a new meaning to living and felt therapeutic.

When you and Luda Mae closed up the barn and got back inside the house, you immediately went to your room to shower off all the dirt of the day. You collected some toiletries that you had left at the house from whenever you slept over, and grabbed some spare clothes but when you went to open the door to the bathroom, you saw it was locked. Someone was already showering in there, you went around to the parlor to wait for whoever it was when Luda Mae stopped in the doorway holding towels,

“Charlie’s in there dear, take a towel and go to the basement shower, Tommy doesn’t take as long as Charlie to clean up and you’ll be guaranteed hot water after he’s done, unlike some people” she nods in the direction of Charlie and rolls her eyes, you laugh and take a towel before heading to the basement floor.

The basement was dark, the lights were even more dim than usual and you had trouble seeing. You carefully lowered your foot before each step, testing the length and height to be sure, until you reached the bottom where your eyes adjusted to the dark. You look up and see a few of the wall lights were burnt out, you look to the end of the hall and see the red glow of Tommy’s room light casting a menacing look on the already creepy basement.

You turn into the bathroom and switch on the lights, the fluorescent bulb flickers before it wakes and reveals the bathroom to be littered with wet towels next to dirty laundry on the floor. -Well I guess it makes sense that he might be a little messy, being such a mommas boy- you smirk from the thought and turn on the bathtub tap, you clean your body off and don’t plug the drain so the tub doesn’t fill up with dirty water. You rub the soap over your body and turn to check if you locked the door, it was open slightly ajar and you had a salacious thought cross your mind -I wonder if Tommy would hide and watch me bathe if I left it open- You blush to yourself and rinse off the suds.

You liked the idea of Tommy getting hot under the collar from simply seeing you with no clothes on, but he was not in the doorway. He was extra careful to make sure he would never see you naked without you knowing, he told you how Luda Mae always taught him to be respectful of women, especially when he liked them, and he was still embarrassed by the first time you caught him.

You got out of the tub and felt relaxed from the wash, you dried off and began to change into fresh clothes until you noticed you forgot a shirt -For fucks sake, of course I forget a shirt- You didn’t want to walk upstairs with no shirt on in front of Charlie, and you didn’t want to put your old shirt on since it was dirty with sweat and now damp from water splashing onto it from the tub. You stand in silence trying to figure out how to possibly sneak into your room from the basement. -Wait! I can just go get a shirt from Tommy!-

You step out of the bathroom with your flip flops on, holding a towel to your chest to cover yourself. You stop when you get to his door and bite your lip thinking of the first time you saw him tower over you with a red rim of light lining his intimidating silhouette. You shake your head to snap out of it and knock on the door,

“Tommy? It’s Y/N*. I need to borrow a shirt. Can I come in?” you wait for a response.

You hear some shuffling and then the door opens. You see Tommy staring down at you with a confused look, his face hidden by the leather mask, he has a tight black t-shirt on and those loose grey sweats you like. He moves to the side and lets you pass, he looks over your half naked body as you get by and hums to himself like he was trying to figure out a puzzle,

“Can I borrow a shirt or what?” you ask playfully.

He closes the door behind him and leans back on it, looking you up and down with his arms crossed, letting out a satisfied huff of air through his nose. You bite your lip and blush, knowing the sight of you is causing him torment,

“You going to keep me locked in here and stare at me all night?” you ask with a coy tone.

“That ain’t a bad idea.” He jokes.

You smile at him and hold your towel a little looser, he walks over to a small closet and grabs a tank top, keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

He says, “I should be givin’ you some privacy but, y’ain’t easy t’look away from.”

You let out a laugh and blush from the pleasing words,

“I guess it doesn’t make sense to be modest in front of you since you have already seen all of me by now”

He hands you a nice-looking maroon tank top and crosses his arms again after you grab it, you could tell he had a smug look on his face from under his mask,

“You are still wearing the mask?” you ask

He tilts his head, retaining his expression, “Some habits ain’t easy t’break.” His tone was flirtatious and only made you more aroused than you already were.

You turn around and drop the towel,

“Yer killin’ me, y’vixen”

You giggle and put the shirt on, it was grossly oversized on you and felt more like a long dress. You tie it up at the waist to accommodate the size difference but the arm holes were so big your breasts could be exposed out the side at any moment. You turn back around and ask,

“Well? How does it look?”

Tommy gives a deep chuckle,

“I think y’make it sexier ‘n I e’er could.” He gives you a wink that sends a pleasing tingle down to your underside.

He stood there towering over you, it felt impossible to get used to how tall he was compared to you and it was enough to make you feral with lust sometimes. You walked up to him and gently trailed your hand up his thigh, you could see there was already a certain body part beginning to slowly swell.

“Are you trying to have restraint tonight?” you whisper

Tommy uncrosses his arms and lets out a sigh,

“Y’love tormentin’ me dontcha?”

You give him a sly look, “Wanna punish me then?”

“Can’t get enough o’me huh.” He tilts his head to the side and watches you through half lidded eyes heavy with desire.

You abruptly stop touching him and laugh to yourself, he grunts in confusion,

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty li’l head o’ yours.”

You turn towards the door and start walking, Tommy reaches out and grabs your hand and pulls you back in to face him,

“Where ya runnin’ off to y’little devil?” he says through a laugh.

Your smile fades as you speak, “I just realized how silly I was being when I actually need to talk to you about something serious. I’m scared of how you will respond.”

Tommy sits on his bed and puts his hands together as his arms rested on his thighs,

“Why would y’be scared?” he asks concernedly

You stare at the floor and aimlessly play with the knot you made to tie your shirt,

He asks again, “Baby y’can ask me anythin’… y’know that right? Don’t be scared, I ain’t never gon’ hurt ya.”

You shake your head, “I’m not worried about you hurting me, I’m worried you might get upset and shut me out, or not say anything at all… or both.” You slowly look up at him through your lashes, your brow wrinkled with worry.

“Well hell, now I really need t’know what you gon’ ask.” He stares at you and notices how worried you look, he makes his voice calmer and follows, “I promise I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ like that. Y’wanna come sit next t’me?” he pats the spot to his left, but you shake your head again,

“I think I should stand, just for now.” You say.

Tommy didn’t like the fact that you would think he would get mad at you and ice you out, he worked so hard to be more open and communicative to break his old ways of keeping quiet and to himself. He nodded and sat up straight,

“Alright then, go ‘head n’ talk.”

You purse your lips, you felt anxious at the possibility of a negative reaction so you chose your words carefully,

“I wanted to know the truth, from your mouth directly, about the time in the past none of you want to talk about. I know it’s none of my business, but I figured since we want to get married it is something I should know about.” You felt your core tense up as you finished your question and waited for a response.

Tommy looked away from you and stared at the floor, “Oh…”

You didn’t say a word, and as Tommy was quietly thinking, you could see his brow furrow which made you worry more. He remained in thought for what felt like ages, so you took a step closer,

“Well?” your voice trembled.

Tommy looked up at you and nodded, “Ok, I think yer right, y’should know, it makes sense.” He let out a big sigh and took off his mask and set it on the side table next to his bed, “If I do this, I don’t wanna hide behind no mask.”

You felt some relief at his mature response, but now you had to think of the questions. He gets off the bed and takes your hand in his, bending low to give the top of your palm a kiss, “Come” he says softly.

You walk with him out of his room and in front of the steel doors that he aggressively slammed shut when you first tried to enter a while back. He is stopped at the entrance and sighs,

“I s’pose I oughtta let y’into this room now.”

You watch him slowly open the heavy factory style door with little effort, the room is dark and Tommy guides you inside. A wave of nervous energy fills your stomach causing the hairs on your arm to lift, the room smells like fresh dirt and damp stone. Tommy leaves you and walks off somewhere in the room and asks,

“Y’ready?”

“Y-yes” You respond.

An orange hued light shines down in the room from hanging factory lights that came from a long-gone era. The room is strangely very minimal, you see the floor is old cracked tile with multiple spots for drainage, to your left is a slab table that’s rusted and damaged, next to the table against the wall is a long counter-top area. You look around and see the walls are built up using random stone, and moss has begun to slowly grow between the cracked grout.

You ask, “I thought I saw… hanging hooks when I opened the door the first time?”

Tommy nodded, “Got rid of ‘em n’ cleaned this here room out a while back.”

“How come?”

He walked around and looked up at the ceiling, “When y’said y’wanted t’be with me forever… I figured I better get rid o’ the last bits o’ evil left so y’feel safe.”

You hug yourself with your arms, you were glad he wasn’t hiding anything but you needed the full truth from him, even if it makes you sick, “Ok then, tell me what you all did during those hard times before Tilly.”

Tommy leaned against the wall in front of you and crossed his arms, “Things got real bad out here. The town got poor n’ the people all up n’ left. We was the last few folks who stayed, couldn’t afford t’leave. When the food ran out, things started goin’ south.”

He looked down at the floor, “Y’ever been so hungry ‘at y’start seein’ things?”

You shake your head, your upbringing was not great and many nights you ate sleep for dinner but you never got so starved that you would hallucinate.

He continues, “Well, when y’get that hungry, y’become somethin’ else, like you was losin’ yer humanity. Desperate.” He lets out a sigh, “Momma tried her best t’find anythin’ to eat, she picked the town clean until nothin’ was left not even wild animals to hunt, was like god turned on us or somethin’. It got so bad we was eatin’ grass n’ it made us sick.” He paused and you looked at him and lowered your arms,

“Why didn’t you guys travel to the next town?” you inquire

He shakes his head, “Back then there wasn’t no town for a days drive n’ we had no gas for the one truck we kept.”

“Oh” you mumble

He continues, “One day, uncle Charlie came home with an ice bucket full o’ meat, looked like ham hocks or somethin’, was all skinned n’ fresh. Momma asked him where he got it from, n’ what it was. Charlie told us he stole it from a passerby n’ scared ‘em off. Momma didn’t wanna ask more, she was dyin’ from starvation, she trusted him.” Tommy looked angry, “She trusted him, n’ so did I!” He turned to face the wall and slammed his fist on it, “Got-dammit!” you could see his face grimace with emotional pain. You walk up to him and rub his back, he lets out a few long breaths and turns to you and slinks down to the floor putting his head in his hands.

“I’m ok, I’m ok” he says in an assured tone.

He drops his hands and looks up at you, his blue eyes now shimmering with the promise of tears. You could begin to see what he may have looked like as a little boy, trembling and lonely from the bullying he went through. The sight of him like that tugged at your heart and made it ache,

“It’s ok if you need to stop. I don’t want you to push yourself.”

He waved his hand and sat forward with his legs raised up and his arms resting on his knees,

“No I’m gon’ get through it, I need to.” He continues, “We ate that meat, was the best meal we had in a long time, we stored the rest so it’d last us. Felt like we were alive again, don’t know how else to s’plain it.” Tommy paused for a minute, staring off into nothing, then continued, “We found out the truth a few days later when the last pieces were ate up. Momma pushed uncle Charlie too far with questions, he cracked and told us it was people.” Tommy muttered under his breath and spoke more, “Momma lost her mind n’ I felt sick as a dog. I started wretchin’ but I was so starved ‘at nothin’ came out, big guy like me gets hungry faster then smaller folk.”

“It must have been hell for you.” You felt your stomach drop from the admittance, you follow up with a question, “What made you all keep eating people though? Why not just leave in search of a new home?”

He huffs, “This family was livin’ on this land fer decades, there was too much pride. I woulda up n’ left but I didn’t wanna leave momma out here alone t’die.”

You sit on the ground next to him and ask, “What made Charlie kill a person?”

Tommy rubbed the back of his head as it hung between his arms, “He said some guy rolled up askin’ fer gas, uncle Charlie said we ain’t got none and asked if the guy had any food on him. He told us the guy pulled out a gun on uncle Charlie n’ he had to do it. He told us the blood comin’ out the mans cuts made him crazy, he only saw meat and not a man, so he did what he did.”

You felt sick, the scenario was dire and it all made sense but it was hard to hear, it didn’t seem like a real thing that could happen. Tommy looked at you with the saddest eyes you had ever seen, he looked defeated,

You hesitantly ask the last question that came to mind, “How did you guys…what made you keep doing it?”

Tommy kept his eye contact with you and spoke quietly, “When y’eat a person, somethin’ inside you changes n’ makes you different then y’ever were before. Makes y’do things you ain’t never thought you’d be capable of… we started cravin’ it somethin’ fierce, like wild animals.” He shakes his head slowly, “The next town was bein’ built, the one y’visited a few months back.”

You nod, remembering the old man who warned you about Fuller.

Tommy continued, “More n’ more people would pass through, we stole gas, filled up the station, we stole cars n’ y’see ‘em near the forest out back, we took whatever people showed up n’ no lawman seemed to bat an eye, never saw one come ‘round, like we was forgotten. We shoulda just died n’ stayed human.” Tommy crossed his arms and tilted his head to the ceiling with closed eyes.

He keeps going, “We did it for a long while ‘til Tilly came n’ saved us all, delivered us from evil as momma likes sayin’. And that’s all of it, that’s what we did n’ why.”

You let out a long sigh, this was a lot of information to take in and it still didn’t feel real. You felt a few questions come up, and you asked,

“Were you the one to kill any of the people you ate?”

Tommy sighed, “Yes”

“How many?” you were very firm in your tone.

Tommy slunk, “Too many”

You nod and he adds, “I wasn’t there in my mind, it left my body when I did it n’ I cant remember a lot of it no more. It’s like when y’saw me after Dover, I went out my head n’ only came back when I heard y’call out fer me.”

You remembered that time, how he looked like another creature, how he behaved like an animal, you saw him dissociate from his reality. You ask,

“Did you do all the killing?”

He shook his head, “Momma saw how uncle Charlie was usin’ me fer easy kills, she whooped him hard, she whooped him so bad he was bleedin’ was almost dead. I never saw her so mad in my life. After that beatin’ uncle Charlie told me I ain’t gotta kill no one s’long as I butcher the meat, he said I better do it ‘cus I know how it was done on them cows n’ pigs all proper… Butcherin’ pigs n’ cows is already somethin’ awful… but butcherin’ people.” Tommy trailed off and had the color drain from his face. He looked at you and asked softly “I hope you ain’t got no more questions, I think I had about all I can handle. I’m sorry.”

You rub his arm, “I think I know enough. Thank you for being honest, I know this was hard.”

Tommy stands up and offers his hand to help you up, you take the help and he pulls you up from the floor. He holds your hands in his and looks into your eyes,

“I need you to know, I ain’t that person no more, s’far as the past goes, it was someone else who ain’t never comin’ back. Never ever.”

You conjure up a weak smile, you nod and say “I think I need to be alone to process this. I’m going to go home and get some rest. I’ll come back tomorrow and tell you what I think.” Tommy nodded and walked you out of the room after shutting the light, he watched you go up the stairs and he suddenly felt sick with anxiety. All he could think was that this would be the last time he saw you, he felt it coming. After all, who could love a monster like him?

[amentallyillchild]

Starving Part One

Okay! So I got a request a while back for a touch starved Shoji fic, and I finally have the time to sit down and start writing it, so here goes! I am so sorry it took so long to get this out, and I hope you enjoy it! <3 It's 1200 words btw. Just a little teaser for what's to come.

Warnings: Nothing too bad in this chapter, just mutual pining between two touch starved idiots. Slight innuendo bc your character is a bit dense. Beefy!Nerdy!Shoji. Short, slightly chubby reader. As far as your quirk goes, it's essentially Hawks' Quirk, but you can make the wings disappear at will. It's a college AU, so everyone is aged up.

When it comes to romance, you weren't good at it. Sure, you loved love. You loved to play matchmaker for your friends, and you loved watching them be happy, but when it came to yourself, you didn't put much effort in and brushed off anyone who tried to play matchmaker for you. Like right now, as your best friend, Mina Ashido, tries to set you up with someone. Again.

"He really is nice, I promise! And with him being a part of Momo's family, you know he's loaded." She pushes your shoulder a bit, making you drop the snack cake you were holding. Letting out a sigh, you lean down and pick it up, re-wrapping it. You weren't interested in being hurt again.

"First of all, you now owe me a cake. Second, I am not dating Momo's cousin." You shoot her a glare. "He's so not my type." You toss the now ruined cake in a trash can on your way down the hall. "Third, that would be so weird! I hardly even know Momo! Sure, we're friends and all, but not like you and me. It would be so weird if I just went up to her and went 'Hey Momo, I know you totally barely know me, but could I have your cousin's number?'"

"It would not be that weird, I promise you." She assures you. "Unless..." She stops short and gasps, grabbing your arm tightly. "I JUST FIGURED IT OUT!" She shouts.

"What?" You look at her, stunned by her sudden outburst.

"YOU ALREADY LIKE SOMEONE!" She shouts again. You cover her mouth before she can say more, your face going cherry red.

"Okay! Hush! The whole world does not need to know about my love life, Mina!" She licks your hand, forcing you to pull away. "Dude! Gross!"

"You totally do! Is it Bakugo?! Wait, no, he's way too brash, even for you. It's totally Sero, isn't it?!" You cover her mouth again as she picks up volume.

"Look, I will tell you on two conditions. One, you stop talking so goddamn loud about it. Two, you tell no one. You hear me? Not a single soul." You slowly remove your hand from her mouth to reveal a massive shit eating grin on her face.

"Got it!" She says, putting both of her thumbs up. You groan and let out another sigh. But just as you're about to tell her, the bell rings, signaling both of your next lectures. Silently, you thank whatever deity is out there for covering your ass.

"Welp! That's the bell! Talktoyoulaterbye!!!" You ran off towards your classroom, grateful for once to have to go to your least favorite class. Economics. The only good thing about this class is the boy you sit behind, Shoji Mezo. Mina was exactly right about one thing. Part of why you didn't much care for dating was because of this man. Every day you sat behind him this class, it made your heart beat just a little bit faster. Made your mind run a little more. Made going to college just a bit more bearable. You had talked to him a handful of times about classes, the weather, etc, but never enough to try and ask him out. Your phone buzzed pulling you out of your thoughts. It was Mina. You roll your eyes, reaching into your bag to grab your computer. Now, you being the nerd you are, figured out how to link your phone to your computer. You open the class app first, then your messages.

Mina <3: GIRL U HAVE TO TELL ME NOW

You: Uhhhhh, no.

Mina <3: But u said u wud... :(

You: -_-

You: Fine. But! I'm gonna make it a guessing game. ;P

Mina <3: Srslyyyyyyyy????

You: Yep! Every time you want a new hint you have to give me... A cake! >v<

Mina <3: Uggghhhhh ur so lucky im so curious

You: Okay! First hint: He sits in front of me in the class I'm in right now.

You close the app as the professor comes around to check your notes. Luckily for you it's Wednesday, so all you're doing is taking notes on the economics of an episode of Shark Tank. You come up with some stupid question to ask him as he walks by to give the impression that you give a shit about this class. He answers, pats your back and walks away. You reopen your messages.

Mina <3: Oooouu ok wait

Mina <3: ur in econ rn right?

Mina <3: Hmmmmmm who else is in that class

You: Need another hint? ;P

Mina <3: ......

Mina <3: Maybe...

You: That's two snack cakes now. Your first hint was free since you already owed me one. :3

You: Second hint; He went to UA with us.

Mina <3: no shit?! ok ok ok i have a guess.

You: Okay, let's hear it.

Mina <3: If there was 1 person u aaaaaalllwaaaaayyyyyssss stared at...

Mina <3: It was SHOJI!!! Which means it still is!

You: ...

You close the app again. 'How the fuck did she figure that out so fast?!" You steal another glance at him, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch one of his dupliarms looking back at you. You both quickly avert your gazes. You sit for about five more minutes before opening your messages again.

Mina <3: IT SO TOTALLY IS

Mina <3: I WAS RIGHT WASNT I

Mina <3: ANSWER MEEEEEEEEE

Mina <3: Birdyyyyyyy come on!!!!!!!

Mina <3: (Y/nnnnn)

You: You tell a single soul and I will end you.

Mina <3: I FUCKIN KNEW IT

You: Shut uuuuupppppp

Suddenly, more time had passed than you recognized and the bell rings once more, signaling the end of the day. As you stand to grab your things, not paying too much attention, you run head first into a firm chest, and hear a small grunt.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" You stumble back a bit and the unmistakable feeling of six strong arms steadying you overwhelms you. You look up to see none other than the star of all your late night dreams nearly nose to nose with you. He blushes and quickly pulls back.

"I-I'm sorry." He morphs a hand into a mouth and says shyly, his ears turning a bit pink. You wave your hands in front of you.

"No! Thank you for saving my pride." You laugh a bit.

"It's not a problem." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Hey, uhm, did you understand today's episode? I had some trouble with it.." You mimic his motion.

"Oh, yeah I did. Would you like some help?" He removes his hand and he cocks his head to the side slightly. "We can have a little study session if you'd like."

"Really? That's be awesome!" You bounce a bit. "Here, can I have your phone number so we can plan something?" You turn and bend over to grab your phone from your bag without thinking about it. As you turn back around you notice that his whole face is bright red. "A-Are you ok?" He nods quickly, reaching out for your phone. You hand it to him and he quickly types his number in.

"Send me a text so I have yours too, ok?" He says quickly. "I-I have to go, but it was nice to see you (Y/N)." And as soon as he was out of the classroom, you did.

You: Hey, It's (Y/N)! Let me know when you have some free time.

You quickly exit the thread and text Mina.

You: MINA

You: WE HAVE TO TALK

You: MY DORM ASAP

To Be Continued~ <3

[chaifootsteps]

Welp, Chai, I rewatched the entire Hazbin Hotel pilot on the night of the 18th. It's been well over a year since I even watched it. Now onto my thoughts...

The Good 😊

The Animation: I know a lot of us complained about Viv's style of animation. But compared to the current HH animation style, it's a lot more pleasing in my eyes. I especially love the smear frames in the pilot (often referred to as "cursed images") as they really make the animation very dynamic.

The Voice Acting: I still absolutely adored the voice acting in the Hazbin Hotel pilot. Jill, Monica, Michael, Edward, Mick, etc. really brought their A-Game and really brought these characters to life. Frankly, I should've been way more upset when they were replaced back in December 2021.

Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow: Man, I have forgotten how much of a banger this song is. I don't know how to describe the genre/genres of this song, but I view it as a strange yet effective mixture of a piano ballad, pop rock, and speed metal. I actually headbanged pretty hard during the song, something I can't say about the new Hazbin songs.

Vaggie: Still love that little grey moth sinner with an unfortunate name. I view her as the most rational (if not the only rational) character in HH. I still enjoy the scene where she explains to Angel Dust the legend of Alastor, very reminiscent of a Hey Arnold urban legend scene.

The One Scene between Angel Dust and Alastor: I don't know why, but the scene where Angel Dust offers a dick sucking to Alastor and then Alastor bluntly rejected him still makes me chuckle to this day. That's probably the only sex related joke I laughed at in my recent rewatch.

The Bad 😡

Seeing Red: This is a complaint nearly all of us had with the pilot: Too... much... RED! I don't know why didn't bother me years ago, yet it bothers me now. Granted, compared to the current series, the pilot has a little more variety of colors, even though it's still red dominated.

The Humor: Unfortunately, aside from the Angel/Alastor exchange, a lot of the jokes in HH fell flat with me during my recent rewatch. It just makes me wonder how I thought HH was funny back then. Maybe Viv's rose-tinted fog really clouded my judgement.

Vaggie's Treatment: One thing I still dislike about the pilot, even back when I was a fan, was how Vaggie was treated. Despite being the most/only rational character, Vaggie was treated quite poorly. From being ignored by Charlie, to being insulted by Angel, to being slapped in the ass by Alastor. *sigh* Why do cartoons have to torture characters with a hint of rationality?!

Too Many Characters, Not Enough Time: Not sure if this is nitpicky or not, but I feel the pilot "introduced" far too many characters in a 30-minute video. Yeah, I put quotes around "introduced" as many of them got only a few seconds of screen-time or were only there in portraits. Even "main" characters like Husk and Niffty got the short end of the stick in terms of screen-time. It also took me long to realize that Viv really favors her male characters over her female ones. Female led show, my ass!

The Ugly 🤢

The Wasted Potential: This is the only ugly thing, but the wasted potential of HH is so ugly that the Ugly Barnacle would die. Under Viv's rose-tinted fog, I foolishly grew emotionally attached and had high hopes for this show. Unfortunately, thanks to Vivienne Medrano's micro zepto-management, she pissed all the great potential away. *sigh* It could've been great... 😔

Well, that was a load-off. Now I feel like I've made some closure. 😇

-Metallica Anon 🤘

Thank you for reminding me just how Gerald Urban Tale-esque Vaggie's Alastor exposition was...between that and the constant little sound effects, the whole thing felt like a Nicktoon, and I know that's part of what I loved about it.

This was a bittersweet walk down memory lane just reading it, but I'm glad you got your closure, Metallica Anon. It really could have been so great.

[genmaichafan]

Katarina du Couteau x fem! Zuanite reader.

Rated t for slight violence. Maybe a one shot but short and sweet

“What will it be today [y/n]”

”that good ole demacian ale please.”

”a lady with taste.” the bartender curtly nodded

You thanked the barkeep for the large tankard full of the golden beverage. You’ve had this strain three times before but this particular brew was good even by demacian standards.

You took a big swig. You savored the effervescently bitter liquid. It had slight notes of malt and citrus. Demacian always had the best brews but this was on another level. You chocked it up to the readily available grain that received many hours of sun and the many places of shade for hops to grow. Not to mention the brews were on average stronger than the ones you drank at home. Remembering the lighter taste made you excited to drink the ale in front of you again.

not to mention with so much of it it never broke the bank even for someone traveling the world.

You sat down in the corner of the room alone. The dimness of the bar giving a all around relaxed atmosphere heightened by the merry making on the part of the other patrons. Often farmers but the odd soldier was there, the odd one sleeping from the long shift.

luckily for you no one seemed to bother you.

probably because you looked like you personally looked like you were from piltover.

______

3 large tankards later more than fairly buzzed.

With the tab paid for left for a night stroll.

you were in one of the outer towns of Demacia and the late evening air was crisp. the walk would’ve been rather relaxing if it weren’t for the fact it was low key creepy as hell out here due to the stories of people going missing in recent years.

That's when you heard someone talking in the distance. They seemed to be having a kerfuffle. Due to your nosy nature you decided to check it out.

and Lo and behold it was a fellow traveler being harassed by guards!

While definitely a traveler you had no idea where she was from, but a drunken kinship formed in your stomach. You were reminded of the lanes and how enforcers would harass the average person at home too and you would not stand for it here either.

”hey-“ you called out to the unbothered guards.

“HEY-“ you shouted as you approached more and more aggressively.

The guard turned around and palmed you on the chest, probably clocking the slurring of your words.

”don't get involved; demacian business”

”What's the problem?”

”the problem is this here is a noxian-“

”what?! No!” You hastily lied. “ that's my friend!”

This caused the soldier to eye you suspiciously.

’welp this isn’t going to work.’

You hastily and heavily clocked the man into unconsciousness causing the other to turn. Luckily for you the red haired woman seemed to know how to handle herself as well and chopped the distracted man in the neck. Pressure point causing him to pass out.

”thank you for helping, even if i had it handled.” She smirked slyly with crossed arms

”oh-!” You awkwardly laugh while rubbing the back of your head in embarrassment.

the adrenaline half sobered you.

”sorry- the names [y/n] by the way.” you stuck a hand out. The red haired woman gave it a firm grasp.

”Katherine”

”well,,, Katherine,,it's nice to meet you.” You winked then continued.

“Do you have anywhere to lay-low?” You shook your still sore hand.

”I may have an idea. I hope you can keep up.” ‘Katherine’ took off fleet of foot with you in tow.

______

‘Katherine’ seemed to take you off the path into an abandoned windmill. It seemed that she had camped here for a while as it actually looked quite comfy.

”whoa sick hideout-“

”It's camp.” she coolly leaned against the wall only to slip a bit.

hearing you giggle in response she decided to change the subject.

”You know you're very spirited. You could be a very good noxian.” She looked at you fondly.

”i'll think about it.” Understanding the worded gesture.

______

you two chatted for a while and the physical distance faded between you two. You found yourselves sitting next to each other, both your hands brushed the others but neither bothered to move.

you learned in a slip up that her real name was katarina and that she was on business.

Also that she was very fond of the inventions of both piltover and zuan. you swear she was humoring you but she'd give you a flirty look and the thoughts of doubt would leave your head.

the alcohol long since worn off when she leaned in and asked “may i?” Before closing the distance. Nodding you two shared a small kiss, which briefly deepened before parting. An apology for the bad news to come.

”by the way you should leave demacia. It’s going to get strict to strangers in the coming month.”

you tried not to think the nature of her business and heeded her warning soon after parting ways.

[just-mary-ann]

Last night i had an idea. I woke up at 1 am and wrote it.

Harlequin and Harlequin Swap Au's by: @tadc-harlequin-au

Context. Swap Harlequin AU. Pomni and Caine were married while being humans. She remember everything, he remember nothing. Caine died when Pomni was a month pregnant. Pomni died a few months later. As puppets she finally convinced him to sleep with her.

⚠️MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT! REALLY INAPPROPRIATE DRAFT BELOW THE CUT⚠️

Pomni: *gasp*

Caine, ready to die out of embarrassment: uh! Is something wrong?

Pomni: you are... bigger than i remember. *mumbling* i wonder if i can take you full.

Caine: you don't have to!

Pomni: i do want to~!

Caine twitched suddenly.

Pomni: wow. You want me too, i see.

Caine is speechless. Literally. His voice box got short cuted and he was able only to gasp and moan. He grabbed the sheets of her bed, as if trying to stay still.

Pomni: ah, shucks. You won't lift a finger? That's a shame. In that case i have to prepare myself by myself ~

Caines throat was dry: p...prepare?

Pomni: yes, darling. You are to big for me to take in first try. I need to get ready. Will you be a good boy and watch me while I'm doing it?

Caine: ... *looks away* ... *slight nod*

Pomni: such a good boy. *she moved his head with one finger* Don't you dare look away. Watch and learn. Next time, you'll do it~.

She started to pleasure herself, but no moans was heard from her. Those sounds was more like giggling.

Pomni: ahaha! Sorry, my bad. I'm ticklish. It's always was a problem while I'm trying to relax.

Caine decided to be bolder, so his hand moved to her inner thigh.

Pomni: voice your thoughts.

Caine: m...maybe you'll allow me the honor?

Pomni started to turn red: my my. Aren't you eager? What a nice bonus. *she took his hand and moved it to herself.* come on. Be my honorable guest.

He stopped for a second. She leads to him. They kissed and his finger started to move.

Caine: You... you're so soft inside.

Pomni: thank you~ ah! That's the spot!

Caine: this one?

Pomni: don't abuse it. I don't want to finish without even starting.

Caine couldn't help himself but wonder, if his fingers was long enough to make her feel so good, how euphoric will she feel when the main part of the show will begin. He pulled out his hand out of her.

Pomni: explain yourself.

Caine: it's showtime, dear, you've got ready already for it.

Pomni: *loud laughter* oh my gosh. Why are you so cute and hot at the same time? *she sits the way that their parts are touching each other, but not fully connected*

Caine: i just realized that you didn't swear a single time this evening.

Pomni: welp. I want you to cherish this night. So i was controlling myself.

Caine cupped her cheek with his clean hand: thank you for such present.

Pomni kissed his palm: see you on the other side.

And so this night, which was their first night as puppets, was stunning and magical. She unlocked a memory from their previous life about her favorite night in their marriage. The night when they conceived their child. He wished this night was endless. And even after the finaly of their show, she was still as gorgeous, as beautiful, as lovely as at the start of it.

Caine: *pant, pant* i wish i could marry you.

Pomni: *giggle* right, of course.

[warywind]

Dergtober 19-24

I've fallen behind, oops.

Day 19, Lair, is the first day I missed the day of, and I guess I’m making up for it with something complicated. Instead of attempting a seriously complex landscape that would be the Grotto, I decided to make a (still very rough) comic strip of how the Grotto is hard to find thanks to an enchantment on it. Here Aella, Cadmus, and company are bringing a new friend home, to poor Caesura’s increasing confusion as the enchantment takes effect. They should be alright so long as they stick close to members that are sending good vibes their way, but if they tried this on their own they’d get pretty hopelessly lost.

The dialogue: 1. CAESURA - Are you sure this is the right way? I’m getting this strange feeling I should turn back. 2. AELLA - Oh, we’re fine. We’re getting pretty close now. 3. CAESURA - But I don’t… see anything. 4. AELLA - Don’t you know? The plateaus are full of rises and valleys and corners hidden away. It’s like poetry. 5. AELLA - You need to look carefully to see the full beauty of it. 6. AELLA - Just stick close to us and don’t try this on your own, yeah? That could go badly. 7. CAESURA - ???

Day 20: Weaver, featuring Aletheia because she's the only dragon so far with the weaver gene (I literally started brewing it on the 20th), and because it suits her thematically for spell-weaving and general shady, spidery vibes. She's involved in the black market and serves as a fence for the band of thieves the dragon featured in day 4, pirate, is in. She has being mysterious down to an art and loves to play minor tricks, but she's actually pretty nice in-person and doesn't involve herself in any violent crimes.

Day 21: Gloom, welp, I was teetering dangerously close to burnout (hence missing a day), and the sister in this drawing happens to be the only dragon in my lair with gloom the color, so I took the extra lazy route and added a few more lines to Day 14 along with a rough pass at her wing color. I split drawing 19 between the 20th and 21st, so there was still some new drawing going on, haha.

For Day 22: Craft, I gathered a bunch of crafdragons whose trades wouldn’t require them to stay by a forge or other equipment for an impromptu craft circle. We’ve got Gauge and his familiar Archlute (an imperial luthier who makes lutes and similar instruments for large breeds), Wisp (a tundra that makes lanterns and who I imagine started the whole idea since she isn't in the Grotto very often), Jasper (a pearlcatcher that works several trades, but primarily handmade beads), Pruino and his familiar (a tundra librarian, currently working on transcribing a book into a larger size, he’s shy enough that it would take someone like Wisp to get him to come out and hang), Deciduous and his familiar (a pearlcatcher of several trades, including woodworking and painting), and finally Deci’s mate Shiitake and her familiar Resin (a mirror that carves bones). There are enough craftsdragons around that there probably are little crafts circles all the time, but while these dragons are individually friendly, I don’t think they’re close enough to make one unless someone else (Wisp!) decides to drag them together.

Day 23: Mask, featuring Minstrel, who has the most iconic mask of my dragons. She made her feathered performer’s mask herself and hardly ever takes it off. This day officially marked my account turning 11 years old, which made me want to do something special, but at the same time I had little time and had decided this one had to be Minstrel since the start of the challenge. I‘m not fully happy with how the mask looks-- it's too short and rounded, the swirls look a little too much like an angry face, and the feathers should definitely be bigger, but there’s always time to adjust it after the challenge.

Day 24: Alchemist, featuring Amalbert teaching younger alchemist Altair a few tricks. Amalbert doesn’t have as much lore as he should for how long he’s been around; he’s what popped out of the egg I brewed when bogsneaks first released, and aside clearly being an alchemist and getting a name that teases him over how hard I found his colors to work with, he’s close to a blank slate. Very satisfying to draw, though! I haven't drawn a bogsneak in ages and I enjoy how different their shapes are from most FR dragons. Altair dabbles in a number of arcane arts, so he’s passable as an alchemist but hasn’t had the focused study that a full-time brewer would.

Day 25: Treasure brings the return of Archai and Jewel because the sliver of them in day 16 isn't enough love for them, and Archai is probably the dragon that would be most excited about finding traditional treasure. Some poor dragon with a traditional style hoard is going to wake up tomorrow and discover that some of his shiniest trinkets have disappeared without a trace. And of course Archai's hugging Jewel because she will always be his most precious treasure. I don't think I quite nailed the faces, but this drawing is a keeper and I look forward to cleaning it up after the challenge.

[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

[ryuichirou]

Replies

More replies! Related to our posts from yesterday + a couple of JadeSil ones from a while ago.

Anonymous asked:

I guess Sebek will be annoyed on waking up in the morning with Silver only to realized animals are around.

lol yeah, imagine falling asleep with Silver and waking up to that one scene from Bambi where all the animals greet the new prince. Things Sebek has to get used to….

hipsterteller asked:

Welp at least they didn’t find a skeleton

You mean… under the birdies?! Spooky..!

Anonymous asked:

Poor Jamil can't catch a break even at clubs.. (he secretly loves it, don't tell anyone lol he's shy)

- basketball poly asker

(this is related to a reply from yesterday)

Yeeeah, it’s probably better for Jamil when he gets pestered by these boys: this way he gets to have some action but also don’t proactively seek it out lol But of course the thought itself would never occur to Jamil! It’s all his subconscious mind.

Anonymous asked:

Hehe...imagine Azul seeing Jamil and Ace together. Another jealously alert. Even better, Jamil, Ace, and Floyd together.

Azul would get jealous with anyone who gets close to Jamil probably lol So with Ace it would be the same scenario as it is with Ruggie: he’s confused about Jamil’s choice and tries to win him over.

And with Floyd, well, Azul would just have to shut up and be patient and hope that Floyd gets bored of Jamil… because if he tells Floyd to stop, Floyd is just going to cling to Jamil even more :(

Anonymous asked:

Hi! I’m that JadeSil shipper from that one ask, is it okay if you can give some hcs on how would Silver’s first time would go if it was with Jade?

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Anonymous asked:

I have Jade/Sil brainrot after seeing some other people talk about it…(and totally not because I am dirty minded)

What if one day Silver was eating Mushroom Risotto but it had a “special” mushroom (courtesy of Jade)  which had an aphrodisiac-like effect. Silver eventually asks Jade for help on why he feels so weird…and you can imagine how the rest goes

Sorry it took me so long to reply, Anon! Or are you two different Anons..? In any case, I’m sorry for taking so much time and for not giving a satisfying answer: since these two aren’t a ship we’re very invested in, even though we like it in theory, I won’t come up with any headcanons, but I’ll share my thoughts…. Because when I started to think about their first time, the setup I came up with was pretty much the same as what was mentioned in this second ask lol

Since the main theme/motif of their relationship that I always think about is mushrooms, I think the whole thing will start with Jade’s fascination with Silver’s appetite for mushrooms and his appreciation of them. And for a very long time, he would simply feed him without adding anything suspicious to it, but then he’ll notice just how good Silver is at describing the differences between different kinds of mushrooms Jade uses for the risotto. So of course he’s going to be tempted to feed him a “special mushroom”…

Poor Silver would be so conflicted. He never expected to get poisoned, and Jade seems deeply concerned as well… but is he really?  And would Jade really make such a mistake?

So yeah, long story short, Silver’s instinct would probably be to try to get back to his room and hide there until he gets better, but the poison is too strong, and with all his actions and words being just a big blur, he’ll end up having sex with Jade.

Jade is going to be surprised y Silver though, because while he knows that a lot of what’s going on is due to aphrodisiac (that was the whole idea), some of the things just seemed way too “natural”: Silver’s body is clearly used to having intense and lengthy sex, his movements are very intentional and he even has some noticeable preferences. Silver wouldn’t say a word during their first time (he just couldn’t articulate – he was too aroused), but his body language spoke volumes. Jade would probably be quite intrigued by him…

(whoops I guess I wrote it in a way that it isn't Silver's first time, I just noticed that...sorry!!)

[mixterglacia]

Mk, I watched it.

WARNING: VIVZIEPOP CRITICAL

Spoilers, I did like it but I've still got my issues so below the cut we go!

For the most part this episode was actually very fun. It's so wonderful to have a break from the stupid bird and his bullshit.

I absolutely adore everyone's outfits, especially their little tail gloves. It's brilliantly refreshing to actually see them doing their jobs. THIS IS WHAT I WANTED. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING IT TO ME.

Seriously, just make that into a full length ep and we're golden. This is what we were promised at the very start. This is what we WANTED. THIS IS THE SHOW I WAS SO EXCITED FOR WHEN THIS CAME OUT.

I loved the subtle Thing nod, it was a delightful cherry on top of the sundae. I outright scream-laughed at the "Shit, that's like ten." joke.

The penguin *slurs* bit was so deeply, painfully unfunny. It went on for an embarrassing amount of time. It took too much away from other funnier moments and should have been cut in draft one.

THIS IS WHERE LOGAN PUTS THEIR LESS NICE THOUGHTS.

So I am going to TRY and give the team the benefit of the doubt with the crystal thing.

There's two ways I can take this. One, there are multiple crystals that any of the sin-lords (princes? what term are we using?) could give and Stolas chose Lust. (more on that later)

Two, and the one I'd really rather not be true, lust is the only one.

My problem with the former is it makes Stolas look SO. MUCH. WORSE. If he could have picked any sin, why not pride or greed or wrath? Any of those are clear choices, while lust is deeply situational especially with Blitz's work. It makes it look like, once again, all he cares about is the guy's dick.

The latter, I REALLY don't like. If the only crystals are from the lust ring, what about people that aren't into sex? Because that HEAVILY implies you just think, welp sucks to not suck dick, huh? It's something I deeply hope was just an oversight, but man it does NOT feel good to think too long about.

However, my more direct complaint is with the "I'm a top!" comment.

My sweet gods.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TOPS ARE INCREDIBLE AT GOING DOWN ON GUYS? Topping, and specifically dom/top's work off of having a high level of control over a situation. They run the show so to speak.

The amount of tops that use oral sex as a method of working their partners is VERY MUCH NOT THE MINORITY. For how much you imply he's tried on Stolas, do you really expect us to believe he hasn't eaten that bird out?

How dare you insinuate a top wouldn't know how to tongue fuck a crystal? Were you trying to say he's a selfish lover? Because that's very different. That tanked the last minute of a stellar short.

Beyond that and the penguin slurs, I actually enjoyed it greatly.

[jackal404]

Welp, concussion won the poll :3

Mild content warning for emeto. Kinda bad at writing individual fics so sorry if this sucks

Red loved when it was sunny outside. Not too hot, the breeze kept a nice, cool air around him as he trained with his Pokemon. Pika in particular having a great time. The pikachu excitedly practiced his moves, one after the other and back again, and Red was happy to allow his pokemon to spar.

Red was watching them closely, working with them, bonding with his pokemon. Only, the next time Pika jumped back, the cliff above the Pokemon rumbled. Red didn’t have time to think, the rockfall coming and his legs moving before he even registered it. He dove for pikachu, protecting the Pokemon tightly by his chest as he tumbled. Pelted by some of the comparatively smaller rocks as he narrowly escaped the larger ones, and rolling right into another wall. The impact of which left his head spinning for far longer than he’d like to admit. The feeling in his head being more notable than the scrapes on his arms and legs. Pika was fine. That’s all that mattered to Red at the moment.

His ears rang as he felt pikachu wriggle from his chest and out. The pokemon nudged at his arm as he was still reeling from the surprisingly intense impact to his head. He eventually lifted himself from the ground, still feeling the sense of pain from the impact around his head. “Sorry, Pika. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He reassured the electric mouse, seeing its worried face and meeting the gaze of his other pokemon who’d rushed to see what happened shortly after.

“Guys, I’m fine” he chuckled, rising to his feet with a short wince. The world spun for a moment, and he could swear he saw stars. He shook his head. Maybe he just had to rest. They had been training for quite a while and getting bumped on the head certainly didn’t help.

Red had returned his pokemon to their balls after that, not wanting to worry them further with his tripling over himself a bit. He’d just go home and rest. Only the walk back home was a chore. Was the sun always so bright? And was Red always so tired? Every step made him realize how much his head was hurting, it took over every other sense. It was dizzying. He was starting to feel much more worn down than he expected.

By the time he made his way back to his home town, where he’d been visiting for a few days, he was stumbling. Body unsteady as he focused solely on getting back home and lying down. Somebody cut through the fog in his mind, grabbing him by the shoulder and steadying him. It was a familiar face, Green.

“Green..?” Red was embarrassed, his speech felt slurred, and he was sure he didn’t look that great.

“Red, how long have you been like this? Can you even remember?”

The question took a minute for Red to even register, shaking his head a couple times like that would force the thoughts to unscramble.

“Well I-…wait- I dunno.”

He realized with a start that he couldn’t remember what led him to this in the first place. His head hurt, his vision was swimming, and he could swear he felt a bit of nausea creeping into his chest. The look on Greens face, one of concern. It made Red cringe internally, he didn’t like making others worry, especially not his rival.

“ m’ fine. I’ll just go lie down.”

Red tried to reassure the other trainer, and pushed away from his tight grip with a bit of resistance.

Only to crumble to his knees moments later.

The nausea rolling through him decided to rear its ugly head, and he swallowed thickly. He could hear Green’s footsteps approach and suddenly arms wrapped around him.

“W-wait Green I don’t feel-“

His desperate words stopped dead in his throat when he choked on his own spit, with Green backing off when Red suddenly gagged.

The force of the vomit ejecting from his body, and the ringing in his head, made his vision blur. His body shuddered as he emptied his stomach. By the time he was done, Red was hardly conscious, swaying as he tried his hardest to rise to his feet once again.

Only this time, the feeling overwhelmed him, and his vision went dark before he even felt himself fall forward.

By the time he woke up next, he was surrounded by worried friends. A part of him upset that he had worried them enough to have all stayed by his side, but relieved that they had come to help him.