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farfromstrange · 7 months

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Now That We Don't Talk | Frank Castle x F!Reader

BONUS FIC

See this post for more information on my Valentine's Day Special & Follower Celebration, but these fics can be read separately!

Read Is It Over Now? for better clarity.

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader (past Matt Murdock x F!Reader)

Summary: You go home with the guy from the bar, and he makes you forget about your ex.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), oral f!receiving, use of "attagirl", slight Dom!Frank, song references, unprotected p in v, dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k

A/n: You wanted a part 2, so you're getting a part 2! Anyway, I don't write Frank often, so I hope it isn't too bad. It's also not as spicy as you probably expected, but I wanted this to fit the vibe of the previous fic (link above). You don't need to have read it to understand this, but it is highly recommended because some references might confuse you. Thank you all for taking part in this event!

You believed that your life had ended when you lost him. He painted your world in the brightest colors, but by breaking your heart, he took them away. All that was left to see was a boring shade of gray in a sea of sadness.

Matt told you from the start that being with him wouldn’t be easy. You were willing to try. He needed someone, and you wanted to be that someone to him. You accepted him unconditionally.

In the end, giving everything wasn’t enough. He chose her over you, and the castle you two had built came crashing down on you while he stood idly by.

You’re not a bitter person, you have never been, but he made you fall for him; he made you believe that there was hope for the future and that you would grow old together. He stole years of your life in which you were trying to save him from himself. In return, he took the best care of you, but that doesn’t matter much now that he has taken your heart and shattered it like a glass of red wine on a white cloth.

When you left him, you thought the distance would kill you. You truly believed that this was the end of everything, not just your relationship with the man you thought was the one but yourself as well. “This isn’t what it looks like!” he said the day you found out the ugly truth.

“I trusted you,” you remember saying. You couldn’t even cry. The pain burned brighter than the sun, and it dried your eyes before they could even shed a tear.

He argued with you that, “It was just a kiss,” but you not once believed him.

“Are you sure about that? ‘Cause if I ask Elektra, I’m sure she will tell me the truth.”

“No.”

It was at that moment you lost all of your trust in him—in what could have been or should have been the two of you, forever—and it was also the moment that Matt realized he had lost you.

You believed that he took everything you ever were that day because your life revolved around him, and only him.

You remember him opening his mouth, having the audacity to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he said, begging you not to leave.

“Fuck you!” you had never sworn at him until that day.

You still remember the way the necklace with his initial felt when you tore it off your neck and tossed it at his feet. He knew you better than anyone, and you felt like you finally belonged somewhere. That necklace was a symbol of your undying love, or so you thought, anyway. Now you know that he may have known you to some extent, but you didn’t matter enough for him not to climb into bed with his ex-girlfriend.

You couldn’t even look at the necklace. He told you, “This is a piece of my heart,” when he gave it to you on a snowy Christmas Day three years ago. You cherished it the same way you cherished his soul. He was broken, but he was your broken man. He was everything to you.

Matt Murdock was your moon, your son, and your entire universe. It all seemed far away that you could ever feel about anyone this way again.

You saw a future with him. Married, a house in the suburbs, and working with Foggy and Karen in their new law office after everything they’ve been through. You were a hopeful person back then.

Karen told you that he went to a party a couple of weeks after you separated. He didn’t look like himself. You wonder if he felt anxious, knowing his only source of comfort was no longer there. You wouldn’t know until you asked him, but you refused to answer his calls.

Part of you felt euphoric, knowing that he was broken too, but you also felt angry because he was the reason you found your heart beyond repair as he stepped on it like a burning cigarette, and in your mind, he had no right to feel this way.

You’re a fucking traitor, Matthew Murdock! I wish we’d never met.

“Another one for the lady,” a voice says beside you.

Your empty glass of tequila disappears and a full one slides in its place. In your drunken haze, you see a head of brown hair, and his smirk makes you wonder if there’s more to him than he lets on.

“Thank you,” you murmur, tipping your glass to the stranger.

“Nah, don’t thank me.” He gets up from his seat and sits down on the empty bar stool next to you. “You look miserable,” he says.

“What if I am?”

“I’d tell you I know the feeling.”

You huff but offer the stranger your hand. You introduce yourself.

He smiles. Your name rolls off his tongue effortlessly. “Frank,” he introduces himself in return. “Castle.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say.

You thought nothing and no one could pull you out of the dark hole your breakup tossed you into. You believed yourself dead and long beyond the point of redemption. You accepted it. You swallowed in your misery, giving up on finding a new purpose in your life because the one great thing you had was no longer yours. He fell into a grave that he dug for himself, and he dragged your relationship down with him.

Looking into Frank’s eyes now though, you no longer feel like a corpse. And you realize that you are not dead, not at all—you are very much alive.

The door almost breaks off its hinges when Frank shoves you into his apartment and back against it. The decision to come back to his place was fueled by a lot of alcohol and the way he looked at you. You were desperate to feel something other than the hollow ache that has consumed you every day for months. His eyes told you that he may be able to give you just what you need, no strings attached.

The way he kisses you breathes new life into your mangled soul. He swallows your mouth and your needy moans with his own, and his tongue forces itself down your throat as your teeth clash in a fight for dominance. You’re both tipsy, but he seems to know just what he’s doing.

His calloused fingers burn against your skin. In the back of your mind, Matt is still so present. His hands are the ones you can’t help but compare him to.

The way he used to kiss you before fucking you into the mattress for hours on end, switching between tasting and fingering you until you were whimpering and begging him for release might have screwed you up forever. He told you one night that he wanted to ruin you for any other man. Back then, you both still believed that you would grow old together.

It is truly ironic how fast things change when you are truly happy and believe that nothing can burst your bubble.

Frank’s large hands brace against the door on either side of your head. His lips disappear from yours. “Who is he?” he asks, his voice rough like gravel.

You meet his eyes, unsure of what to say. Your mind is everywhere but here, and yet it is right with him. Whether it is alcohol or self-loathing, you’re not sure.

“What?” you whisper.

“You’re trynna forget someone. Who is it?”

He is a lot more perceptive than you thought.

You swallow, blood rushing to your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t–” you didn’t what? Think? You feel utterly pathetic.

Instead of throwing you out though, like you expected he would, he reaches out to caress your cheek. His eyes soften as they gaze at you. “Whoever he is, he obviously didn’t treat you right,” he says. “If you want to go, I’m not stoppin’ you, but if you wanna forget whoever is fuckin’ with your head, I’ll make damn sure you forget his name by the end of tonight.”

There is something excitingly terrifying about the look in his eyes. A shiver runs down your spine, and your thighs clench at the thought of feeling his hands somewhere other than your face. Somewhere other than your hips and thighs. His kisses knocked the air out of your lungs. You want more, you need more, but you don’t know if you can take it. Not him—even though you’re also not quite sure if you can take him—but also the offer he is presenting to you. As lucrative as it sounds, fuck, you are not over Matt. And you’re not sure if you can ever forget him.

You want to though. You have to. And you want to be thoroughly fucked into the next day and forget the name of the man that makes you so fucking angry.

“Talk to me,” Frank coaxes your head toward him. “Do you wanna forget the useless bastard that made you feel this way?”

“Yes,” you manage a breathless whisper.

“Did he hurt you? Break your heart?”

You nod.

“You deserve better.” His grip tightens, and his hand slowly slides to your neck. “I’m not, but I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget his name and scream mine loud enough for this fuckin’ city to know who’s making you feel good. ‘s that what you want, hm?”

He’s dangerous, but that has never turned you off, even when it should have.

And when you finally open your mouth and tell him, “Yes, please. Make me forget,” the switch inside of him flicks completely.

He takes his time to worship between your thighs. His tongue buried in your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit without mercy. He eats you out roughly but sensually, keeping you spread wide open for him with both of his hands and a force unmatched—like a five-course meal, and he has all the time in the world for you.

You’re lost in the throes of pleasure. You want to buck your hips against his mouth because no matter what he does, you’re on fire and you just can’t get enough, but he is so powerful that you can’t fight him. He has you at his mercy, your body in his hands, and all the control in the world over you.

You pull at his hair, moaning helplessly as he feasts on your pussy. You’re going mad, you’re sure. He’s doing this on purpose, driving you to the edge before stopping the wave. Frank waits until your orgasm is just far enough for you to last a little longer, kissing the inside of your thighs, and then he dives right back into your wet folds. He thrusts his tongue into your hole, licks up to your clit, and then sucks on the swollen bundle until your legs are shaking in his hands.

“Jesus, Frank!” you moan out. A trail of sweat runs from your temple down to your breasts.

Your hands search for something to hold onto, tangling in the sheets and the pillow behind your head before pulling at the fabric. You tried pulling at his hair, but he wouldn’t let you.

“That’s right,” he growls. “Come for me.”

Your back arches off the mattress. His name leaves your lips in a desperate shout as your orgasm crashes into you.

“Attagirl.”

Your brain is hulled into an endless fog, but Frank doesn’t stop.

Soon, you’re on your stomach, gripping the headboard as he pounds into you from behind. He is long and thick, and with every thrust, he forces your face deeper into the pillows. Your eyes have rolled back into your head. He hits that spongy spot inside of you whenever he pleases, and the gurgled moans from the pit of your throat spur him on to speed up, change the angle and thrust even deeper.

He pulls out all the way, thrusting back into you with full force until he is completely sheathed in your pussy. Your heat consumes him, and he sees red. But so do you. He has reduced you to a few incoherent thoughts, babbling his name in the wake of the drool that is dripping from the corner of your mouth.

And when you come this time, it is pulled back straight against his chest with his fingers rubbing circles over your already abused clit. You come with a scream of his name, and nothing else matters but his cum in your cunt and the unbelievable depth of the feelings he is eliciting within you.

You drop to the mattress like a wet towel, covered in his and your cum, and your sweat that has mingled with his. His smell lingers in the sheets as you bury your nose in it. He collapses on top of you. The crushing weight of him offers a sense of comfort that almost makes you cry. And he holds you as though you mean more to him than a One-Night stand he picked up to help forget a man who broke her heart.

“What’d he do?” Frank asks into the silence later that night.

You are lying on his bed, covered by only his thin sheets. He’s sitting on the other side, nursing a glass of Bourbon. He held you, he cleaned you up, and he offered you some clothes, which you denied. He is kinder to you than you thought he would be, and it warms your heart in a way you can only deem utterly dangerous with how vulnerable you are. Broken people make dumb decisions, and you do not ever want to go through the same pain again.

At least you know that you are still desired. That you’re not dead. Perhaps, there is still hope for a better future. You made Matt Murdock your life for the longest time, and maybe, as you realize now, that was a mistake. There is more to life than him, and you can live without him. That it took fucking a stranger after weeks of being miserable baffles you, but some things are just meant to happen. Maybe it was destiny, after all.

You look at him when Frank repeats his question. “What’d the bastard do, hm?” he asks.

Where do you even start?

When you last checked in on him through your mutual friends—you know it wasn’t the best choice, but you couldn’t help it—they told you that grew his beard, and he last had a haircut when you were still together. It suits him, apparently, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at a picture of him.

Foggy told you that he isn’t taking home girls when they go to a bar, even though he could have all of them. He’s sad. He drowns himself at work and beats his fist bloody every night. The old you would have jumped up to help him. And it is true that you will probably always love him, in a way, but you refuse to crawl back to him.

The more you gave, the more he took, and at the first chance at getting a woman he claimed to no longer love when she came back into your lives, he took her. He couldn’t have wanted you as badly as he claimed if that was enough for him to flush years of loving each other and going through hell together down the drain, knowing it would break your heart into a million pieces. That is probably the worst part about all of it.

You take a deep breath. Frank is still staring at you intently, waiting for an answer. “He fucked his ex,” you finally confess. “Four years of being together and it still wasn’t enough.”

His grip tightens around his glass. “Want me to pay him a visit?”

You chuckle, but you know that he would. “No. But thank you.”

Matt was fading long before you left. Even if you did choose to forgive him, you couldn’t be his friend, so things are better the way they are now. You paid the ultimate price for sacrificing your heart to a man who had too many struggles to deal with himself.

In the silence, you find a little light. “At least I don’t have to pretend to like Jazz anymore,” you say.

Frank takes another sip, asking, “Jazz?”

“Yeah, Jazz. He loves it. He…He’s special. Well, he was to me, anyway.”

“Special? Fuck, the guy did a number on you, huh?”

You scoff. “You have no idea.”

The only way back to your dignity is to learn how to be without him. You have to turn yourself back into a mystery and learn how to trust someone again before your fragile heart breaks again.

“You still talk?” Frank asks.

You shake your head. “No. It’s over now,” you say. “We don’t talk anymore.”

“Told ya. You deserve better.”

“Nah.” You reach for his glass, taking a sip of the bitter liquor that you used to despise. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stretch his leg toward him.

You need to keep forgetting Matt’s name, no matter what it takes or the reminiscing will surely kill you.

“Right now,” you murmur with an irresistible smirk that makes him leap at you as soon as the words pass your lips, “I just need to forget he ever existed by screaming someone else’s name.”

Frank captures your lips in a bruising kiss, leaving you speechless and breathless all the same.

Matt chased you, he caught you, and then he lost you. And now that Frank has you, you never want to look back.

Now that you don't talk.

I don't have a tag list for Frank, so I'm just leaving this here.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle smut #frank castle #the punisher #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x you #frank castle x you #daredevil #charlie cox #from the vault #bonus fic #inspired by: now that we don't talk

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dyns33 · 1 year

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Truth and Dare(devil)

My favorite cute idiot, Matt Murdock x reader

Y/N and Matthew had been friends for years.

They had met in college, thanks to Foggy who loved talking to everyone, and whom Y/N had found both funny and friendly. The future lawyer had then invited her to meet his roommate, best friend and, if all went well, avocado at law.

Right away, it had been obvious between Y/N and Matt.

They got along perfectly well, two gentle, empathetic humans, wanting others to be happy, being caring, and awfully stupid.

Foggy often made fun of the two saying they were like twins or soulmates.

Matt considered himself very lucky to have two such wonderful friends, and he didn't care what his roommate might say.

After graduation, they kept in touch, calling each other often and meeting regularly at the bar whenever they had time.

Their friendship was still the same, and that was why Matt felt he had to confess to Y/N that he was Daredevil, after all his other friends found out, that he nearly died several times, and the danger being there even for those who didn't know.

It was difficult, she was afraid for him of course, she asked him a lot of questions, but since she knew Matt very well, Y/N knew that he wouldn't stop even if she begged him.

They had known each other for years, she accepted him as he was, and there was no reason for there to be any resentment or secrecy between them.

Or almost.

"There is still a secret between us."

Karen looked at Matthew for a long time, who had obviously had too much to drink, displaying a big smile as he pointed his beer at Y/N, while Foggy got up to go to the bathroom.

"Which one ?" asked Y/N, curious, not seeing what he was talking about.

"You know. Of course you know. Marci's party."

"I need more details."

"Marci's party ! Truth or dare."

"Truth or… Oh, no. Matt, no, not that again."

"What ? What ?!" Karen said shaking her friend's leg.

"Y/N ! Y/N here didn't honestly answer a question during the game and she always refused to tell me the answer."

"It's been over ten years."

"Exactly ! Tell me. Tell me your secret."

"What was the question ?"

“Who is hrt crush." Matt repeated proudly, finishing his drink.

The evening at Marci's had been complicated. They didn't remember everything, Foggy threw up in a closet after kissing a girl, Matt fell asleep in the bathroom, and Y/N didn't really have fun, because of this stupid question.

"I should have taken dare."

"But you took truth !" sneered Matt. "And what did you answer ? 'Yes, there is someone, but it's nothing, it's not mutual, I don't want to talk about it.' And, I don't care who it was, but you seemed so sad. Because they didn't like you. I want to know who that idiot was to tell you that they didn't deserve you, and that you had no reason to be afraid to talk to us. To talk to me."

"Matty..."

"Y/N."

He continued to smile proudly, his eyes focused on her chest, showing that he wouldn't give up, and he smiled even more when she sighed.

"Fine. You're right, it's been ten years, so I can tell you."

"I can't wait to find out." Karen whispered.

"It was you, Matt."

The smile froze then, becoming strained, before starting to fade. Karen's was accompanied by a small cry of surprise.

"No way !"

"Yes. From the first day, when I met him. it was hell, he flirted with all the girls, then there was Elektra, then more girls. Foggy asked me all the time if it was not too hard."

"Foggy ?" Matt wondered, coming out of his torpor for a moment. "Foggy knew about it."

"Of course, everyone knew. You were the only one who didn't know, it was painful. Why do you think they asked me that question ? I was so ashamed. But that's okay, it's in the past."

"What is the past ?" Foggy asked, finally finding his place, completely not noticing the expressions on his friends' faces.

"My crush for Matt."

"Oh, that ? Did you tell him ? Shit, I wanted to tell him at your wedding."

"You are not funny."

"I am extremely funny, thank you, I am the comic element of our group, in addition to being the most handsome and the most intelligent."

Matthew then listened, still hearing that sadness he had heard years ago, at Marci's party, as Y/N answered without answering that stupid question, avoiding looking at him.

She had said that was in the past. Speaking of this evening.

But was this the case for her feelings ?

Her heart was beating fast, like every time they were in the same room, and now Matt only heard that, not concentrating on Karen's laughter, or Foggy's gentle teasing, or Y/N's soft voice.

When it was late, he offered to walk her home.

"Given your condition, it is rather me who should accompany you." she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, I haven't had that much to drink. I'll sleep on the couch, if you're afraid I won't find my way in the dark, jumping from roof to roof."

"Haha. Now that you've said that, you're definitely sleeping on my couch. Come on."

He let her take his arm and lead him to her apartment, even though it was absolutely unnecessary.

Before, the gesture would have been natural. Welcome. Matt had never asked himself the question, he liked that Y/N touched him. He liked having her near him. He... He loved her. A lot.

"Truth or Dare ?" he said as they waited to cross a street.

"Matt..."

"Do you want to start ? Alright. Truth for me."

"I don't feel like playing."

"I'm sorry... It's just... I had a crush in college too. I guess. I never wanted to admit it, because she was someone I loved very much, who made me happy, and since I always scare away the people I love, I think I was scared and always preferred not to change anything between us, to make sure I didn't lose her. But tonight, she said she had a crush too. On me."

Y/N stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, letting go of his arm and letting him walk alone. He stopped a few meters away, still listening to her heart beating faster and faster.

"... Truth."

"You still love me ?" he asked almost shyly. "You love me, despite everything you know about me, everything I've done ? Everything I've done to you ?"

"... You already know the answer."

"I didn't even think you didn't just consider me a big brother until tonight. Foggy must think I'm an oblivious idiot."

"No, you're wrong, the whole campus thought you were an oblivious idiot. No big deal."

"You're still avoiding to answer." he noted, continuing to turn his back on her. Because he was scared, because maybe he was wrong, and he wasn't sure he knew her answer.

He heard her heart move closer to him, and he tried not to tremble as she wrapped her arms around his chest to hug him, pressing her face to his back.

"Is it bad if I still love you ?" she whispered, very quietly, but knowing he could hear her.

"Only because it proves that we are two idiots who have wasted a lot of time."

"I don't think so. I had a great friend until now, and now I have... I have... I don't know what people call it these days."

"Luck ?"

"No, I think they say date, or thing."

"A thing ? I'm a thing ?"

"A wonderful thing." Y/N scoffed. "A great thing. An incredible thi..."

Grabbing her hands for her to let go, Matt turned to kiss her, making her stop talking nonsense. This made her laugh, while totally disrupting her heartbeat. The most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"No more secrets ?" he asked between two kisses.

"I promise. You'll still sleep on the couch tonight."

"Of course."

Matt slept on the couch. For eight minutes. Then Y/N came to get him, because he wasn't wrong, they had already wasted a lot of time, and they weren't that stupid.

#Daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader

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kira-broflovski · 2 years

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Mysterious Injuries || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are in high school + mild descriptions of injuries on kenny

It was a night just like any other. You had finally finished a long evening of studying for a test next week, your chores were done, and you had a soothing bath to just finally relax.

Your parents were both at a night shift, so you texted them to let them know your little sister had been put to bed already.

You were about to go to sleep yourself when a phone call from your close friend and crush, Kenny, lit up your phone. Of course, you answered it straight away.

"Y/N?" He sounded oddly relieved that you picked up.

"Kenny? Are you okay?" His unusually short breath started to worry you. "Why are you calling so late?"

He didn't answer your question, instead, he asked if he could come over to which you said yes. Then, he hung up with a quick mumble of thanks. What was that about?

You made sure your little sister was still asleep before going downstairs and waiting for Kenny to arrive. What was going on?

The loud doorbell rung throughout the house, almost making you jump out your own skin, and you dashed to the front door, knowing it was the very person you were waiting on.

He stood there, his jacket barely holding onto his shoulders while the vest that covered his torso was barely white anymore. He was covered in various dark shades, one of which you recognised to be a deep red.

You looked up to meet his eyes, only to note further injuries: he had a black eye and his lips were split, spilling blood down his chin and neck; along with various cuts and dents all over his body.

"What the fuck happened to you?" You felt your heart drop when the realisation set in that he was hurt.

Carefully, you brought him inside and upstairs to the bathroom where you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub. He was so quick that the smell of your body spray still lingered.

"Sorry for the late notice," Kenny looked down as if he was embarrassed. "I didn't know where else to go."

"Don't be sorry, Kenny, it's okay." Without thinking, you bent down to kiss him on the forehead before getting all the medical supplies out, which also meant you didn't see the furious blush that formed on his face.

"What happened to you?" You asked once more. He looked uncomfortable as he avoided your gaze, so you decided to drop it and assumed something happened at home again. Especially after him saying he didn't know where else to go.

"Let me know if it hurts too much, but this disinfectant is going to sting."

He considered telling you everything. His parents wouldn't cause this much harm to him, if anything he did it himself by choosing to fight crime as his superhero persona, Mysterion, the persona you had no idea was really him.

He wanted to tell you so bad because he felt like he was lying to you, and he didn't want to lie to the one person that took care of him so tenderly, and the one friend that paid attention to little Karen.

Well, his sister wasn't that little anymore, but he still wanted to look out for her. She often came over for playdates with your little sister, and Kenny had never been so thankful for meeting you.

Your little sister adored Kenny as well, so days with the four of you were always so wholesome.

However, he didn't want to worry the most important girls in his life, so he kept this double life to himself. He stayed silent.

He has never felt like this before. He used to just let himself die so carelessly because he knew he would come back, but he now realised how depressing that is.

Getting taken care of doesn't seem so bad if you're the one tending to him.

The way you gently touched him in case you accidentally hurt him made his heart and mind race. You stood him up when you were done, but he quickly pulled you into a hug as tears started to pool in his eyes.

You didn't question the embrace, you simply returned the hug and rubbed his back.

"Thank you." He was trying so hard not to cry on you.

"It's okay, Kenny. I'm here for you." Your words made the poor, touch-starved boy sob on your shoulder and pull you in tighter.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry."

You pulled away slightly and moved a hand up to wipe away his tears, while staring directly into your understanding eyes.

"You have nothing to apologise for," you reassured him and put your arm back around him. "We can go watch something in my room, would you like that?" Your gentle voice made his knees go weak.

He didn't have the energy to even talk anymore, so he just nodded with a watery smile.

The two of you put on some random comedic movie as you cuddled in your warm bed. Kenny had drifted off, and his head somehow ended up in your lap so you decided to slowly play with his hair as he lulled further into a deep sleep.

He felt another gentle kiss on his head, and the last thing he heard before truly falling asleep was you.

"Sleep well, Kenny."

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park x y/n #south park #south park x reader #mysterion #mysterion x reader #fluff #hurt #comfort

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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Read from the beginning | Read on ao3

Eddie finally manages to let it go. Truly, he does. Whenever he and Karen Wheeler accidentally cross paths, he doesn't stare at her, follow her, or try to strike up a conversation with her; he doesn't do any of that inappropriate shit anymore. He keeps his distance, gives her no more attention than a polite nod in passing. He keeps wondering, sometimes, if she knows who he is – but he mostly manages to shove that thought to the far back of his mind, where it belongs.

When Nancy starts dating Grade A Douchebag Steve Harrington, he suppresses the hell out of any lingering Concerned Big Brother feelings and he doesn't spare the two of them a second glance whenever he walks past them in the Hawkins High hallways. And even when Barbara Holland goes missing, he doesn't fantasize about being a hero or a shoulder to cry on for this girl who has no attachment to him in any way. In another life, he'd be the one comforting her or helping her look for her best friend. But in this life, he's just some guy who has nothing to do with her business.

He does think it's odd that both of the Wheelers' best friends have gone missing within a few days of each other; but hey, what does he know? It's not his business, so he stays out of it. He stays far away from Will Byers' funeral and doesn't think about this other life, the life in which he'd help little Mike put on a suit and dry his tears. He merely lets out a relieved breath when he sees the two boys reunited about a month later, both giggling about some private joke with matching innocent smiles on their faces.

He doesn't fantasize about punching Steve Harrington in the face when the douchebag drags Nancy's name through the mud on the front of the Hawk and he doesn't reach out to her when she seems to grow smaller and paler over the course of the months that follow with still no news about Barbara. He doesn't even talk to her after the news breaks that Barbara is dead. He knows his place. He has learned to keep his distance.

Which is why he's taken by utter surprise when someone knocks on the door of the trailer one night and he's suddenly face-to-face with none other than Nancy Wheeler.

She doesn't exactly look like the little miss perfect he's come to know from the glimpses he caught of her over the years at school or in town. She looks... Well, she looks distressed, that's probably the best word for it. Her resemblance to Eddie has grown over the years, especially since she started sporting curls and her girlish features made way for something more grown-up. She looks like the loss of her best friend has forced her to mature quicker than she would've if her life was still the picture-perfect suburban dream it should've been. It suddenly strikes Eddie, when he looks into her eyes for the first time in years, how much more similar they've become exactly. They're not as different anymore as they once were. They both know more grief than most of their classmates. They're both haunted, in a way. They've both been forced to grow up when they weren't quite ready for it yet.

'Wheeler,' he says, keeping his voice as distant and careless as he can, complemented with an indifferent nod to make the whole thing as convincing as possible.

'Can I come in?' Nancy asks him.

He's got to say he's surprised. It's not an uncommon thing to have people knocking on his door at odd hours, shielded by the dark and with varying levels of desperation in their eyes while they ask Eddie for whatever it is they need to calm themselves down from whatever demons they've got going on. But it's not exactly something he was expecting from Nancy Wheeler, even though he supposes she has plenty of reasons to need some help calming herself down after the loss she suffered last year.

He knows he should keep his distance. He remembers the promise he made himself, for his own good, more than a year and a half ago. But the look in Nancy's eyes is making his heart weak.

'Sure,' he says before he can stop himself. With a bow he opens the door further and steps aside to let her in.

She looks a little lost, standing in the middle of the trailer with her perfectly styled hair and expensive-looking clothes.

'Whaddaya want?' he asks when she says nothing. 'Just some weed? I'm guessing something not too strong, you don't strike me like a particularly experienced person – do you even know how to roll? I can do it for you, but I'll have to ask for a fee of –'

'I'm not here to buy anything,' Nancy interrupts him. 'I – I just need to talk with you.'

'Talk with me?' he repeats, confused. ''Bout what?'

'About my mom.'

The implications of that simple confession hang heavy in the air between them. It's quiet for an endless amount of seconds, the two of them merely caught in each other's equally wide-eyed gazes.

'You knew, didn't you?' Nancy asks finally. 'That's why you were, like, stalking me back in my freshman year.'

He still doesn't know what to say; the only thing he can do is nod slowly.

'Can we talk?' she asks.

He sinks down on the ratty old couch with the faded cushions, which Nancy seems to take as an invitation for her to take Uncle Wayne's worn-down but insanely comfortable armchair.

Never in a million years would he have expected things to play out this way. Oh sure, he's imagined it, Nancy sitting across from him in the exact same chair she's sitting now; he's imagined it countless times. But he never actually thought it would happen. And certainly not like this.

For fuck's sake, just when he managed to let it go, it all comes crashing back... He doesn't know what to think, doesn't even know what to feel right now.

'Did she tell you?' he blurts out.

A humorless laugh escapes from Nancy's mouth.

'God, no,' she says. 'I think she's planning to take it to the grave with her. I snooped around in her stuff.' She doesn't seem too ashamed about it. 'I met this P.I. a few months ago, when I was trying to find Barbara. He said some weird things, about my mom. That she was hiding shit, keeping secrets. Johnathan kept telling me to let it go, but I couldn't, so I started digging and...' She sighs. 'I never expected this. But I just – I needed to meet you. To talk with you.'

She seems to hesitate for a moment, biting her lip. 'I'm so sorry she did that to you,' she finally says.

Eddie wants to tell her a million things: that it's not her fault, that she has nothing to say sorry for, that he's beyond glad she showed up at the trailer... But he feels pressure building behind his eyes and finds himself stunned, only able to blink rapidly in order to keep his tears from falling.

He tries to hide himself behind his hair and his hands, but there's no use; Nancy is smart, he won't be able to hide anything from her...

And suddenly she's right next to him on the couch, wrapping her thin arms around him and nudging him until he's leaning against her and his head is on her shoulder.

'It's okay, I'm here,' she murmurs, putting a hand in his hair.

And it's all so goddamn ridiculous. He can't count the times he imagined himself being the big brother this girl never had. All the times he dreamed about catching her when she'd fall, being a shoulder to cry on whenever she suffered loss or grief or pain in any way... Not once had he thought about a reunion where he would be the one breaking down in her arms like a fucking child.

But when he looks up, trying to get his breathing under control again, her face shows him a reflection of what he himself must look like: Nancy's lip is wobbling, her eyes are wet and traces of tears are visible on her cheeks.

It takes his breath away in a whole new way: he doesn't think he's ever cried with someone before. Sure, Wayne was never above comforting him when he was younger. But he's nineteen now, an adult who no longer lets his uncle see him when he cries. And no matter how close he is to Jeff, Freak and Gareth, he has never let any of them witness his tears.

'I'm really glad I found out,' Nancy says, her voice unsteady but sincere. 'You must've felt so lonely.'

Eddie can't help but return her tentative smile.

'Are you gonna confront your mom?' he asks.

Nancy sighs. 'I don't know,' she quietly confesses. 'I honestly don't think I can even look at her right now. I just – I needed to get away from there. I think I need some time to process all of it.'

Eddie almost bursts out into unbelieving laughter with what he's about to propose.

'Wanna make this a sleepover, then?' He makes a broad arm gesture towards their surroundings. 'I mean, we don't exactly have much here, but my uncle's at work all night and I think I got enough room in my bed for two. If you want to.'

Nancy gladly takes his offer, borrows one of Eddie's old shirts that don't fit him anymore, and crawls under the covers beside him. It all feels more than a little bit surreal; like Eddie will wake up the next day to a cold and empty bed, and the sisterly love he's been yearning for will turn out to have been nothing but a dream all along, slipping through his fingers yet another time.

But, surreal or not, they keep talking until well into the night. They're lying in mirroring fetal positions, facing each other from their own pillow. They let words rapidly stream out of their mouths as they desperately try to catch up on seventeen years of not being together before the sun comes up, in a race against the clock. Maybe Nancy feels the utter outlandishness of this whole situation as well, making it feel like they'll only ever get this night, instead of a whole lifetime to properly get to know each other. As if everything they tell each other will be gone by the time they'll wake up the next day, and they have to cram as many words into it as possible.

Finally, Eddie can stop imagining what it would've been like to grow up in the big house on Maple Street. Nancy tells him all about her parents' loveless marriage, her annoying little brother and spoiled little sister; about what it's like to eat in the spotless kitchen and play in the neatly maintained garden. About how she feels like that picture-perfect life has its fingers wrapped around her throat and has been slowly choking her for years.

She tells him about Barb: about how she's been feeling as if she's walking around with a gaping, throbbing wound in her chest ever since she lost her. About the guilt that's still consuming her more than a year later. About how she wishes every single day that she had done things differently on the night Barb disappeared.

She also tells him about her mother: about how she resents her sometimes, for settling for a marriage devoid of love and willingly inhabiting the cage of being a housewife. About how much she looks down on her for caring too much about things like tablecloths or apple pies or smudges on freshly cleaned windows – and about how much she loves her despite it all, for knowing how to listen when Nancy needs her to, and for encouraging Nancy to become something unlike herself. She confesses to him how fiercely she hates her right now, for abandoning a baby and keeping that from her family. She tells Eddie how she feels like she never truly knew her.

And he tells her things, too. He tells her what it was like growing up as the son of Clyde Munson. What it was like to be a child without a mother, to have nothing but a father raging about some bitch whenever he'd ask questions about this mystery woman who brought him into this world. How he could tell that his father still loved her, despite everything, because he refused to give up her secret.

He tells her what it was like when his father got locked up for grand theft auto and arson, what it was like to come and live with Wayne. He tells her how he found out who his mother was; how he ended up in the Wheelers' yard on the night he learned the truth, and how he could never stop staring at any of the Wheelers during the all the years that followed. He tells her how he let his obsession grow big enough to make him fail his senior year. He even tells her the one thing he's never told anyone before, not even Jeff: that he feels guilty towards Uncle Wayne every single day. The supply of love he gives to Eddie is endless, and yet it will never be enough: he'll always keep standing in the shadow of this fantasy of a family.

But he doesn't only talk about his messed-up family. He also tells her about good things: about his friends, his band, and his other passion projects. When he finds himself talking a mile a minute about D&D, Nancy smiles and tells him it must be a family trait, because her little brother is equally obsessed with that game.

They talk until their throats are sore; until Nancy's eyes are falling shut every two seconds and she can't stop yawning.

He has so many things to tell her, so many things to ask her, so many lost moments to make up for. He understands all too well that they're both almost adults and that there's no possibility to turn back the clock and pretend like they're little kids again. There's no way to get back the versions of them that might play hide-and-seek on the street in front of their house, or egg each other on to see who can swing the highest in the playground. Those are the memories they'll never get to make. But they're here. Against everything he ever expected, he's having a sleepover with his little sister. They're sharing secrets while wrapped up in the same blanket. They're only properly meeting each other for the first time, but they're already connecting like they've known each other all their lives. And, against all odds, they get to build something neither of them ever thought they'd have.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #they're siblings your honor #the saga continues #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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writingattemptsxx · 8 months

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you should write some fluff of one of your favs x reader

Satan x MC

Just Needing Comfort.

Satan and MC in the human realm come across a Karen who says he and Lucifer are the same.

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I just had a cute idea with Satan and wanted to write because Satan is amazing.

I probably should have posted this near Halloween, but I thought it was cute, also not really “x reader”, more “x MC”.

Also also, they/them is used for MC.

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He was trying. Oh, he was trying so hard to keep his anger under control, but this human seemed to be intentionally trying to piss him off. Satan just wanted a nice trip to the human realm with MC, and it was nice for a while.

He and MC were just shopping around in late October. The fall weather was wonderful and humans were getting ready for a holiday, Halloween. The decor was nice. It ranged from cutesy to actually scary, but usually somewhere in between. There were even a lot of songs playing to keep the mood.

When they turned a corner they noticed a lady on the other side of the street. She was yelling at someone while gesturing at a bunch of decorations. With how loud the music was, they only heard here once they got closer, and oh does Satan wish he didn't.

She was yelling about how all of the decorations were “satanic” and “supporting Satan”. Satan couldn't help but chuckle to himself. A holiday all about him would be nice. It wasn't until later in her rant she started mixing his name and Lucifer. How dare she! Lucifer and him are completely different! How could she not know?!

He stopped in his tracks. If he tried to move a muscle, he would stomp over and smack that lady. MC was trying to push him further and away from that lady, but no human of any strength could move a demon locked in place. He was the Avatar of Wrath, and this lady was ranting on about an exact trigger for his anger.

In her rant, she pulled out a cross and shoved it into the face of the poor person she was shouting at. She then shouted something else. Putting the last nail in the coffin of Satan’s rage. “God! Please help this man! He has been taken by evil! The evil of many names, The Devil, Satan, Lucifer, and many others! I pray you save this man and exorcise the evil!” This lady absolutely does think he and Lucifer are one and the same! Satan might as well strike this woman, after all, Lucifer is super-powerful, so if he is Lucifer, why not this lady see that power? Did it make much sense, no, but Satan wasn't in his right mind.

He was about to stomp over to her when he felt something cling to his waist. Two arms wrapped around him.

“Satan, let's go back to our hotel room for now. We can go from there.” Usually, MC had a different name for him while in the human world. No human would want to hear or see another respond to ‘Satan’. For them to use his actual name is like pleading to him. A plea to go to the hotel and just be with them.

It took him what felt like hours of fighting with himself, but MC gave him a small squeeze to bring him back to reality. Another plea. He snatched their hand and stomped all the way back to their hotel. He fell onto the bed pulling MC with him and into a cuddle. He was still seething but as they started rubbing his back and cuddling closer, it started to chip away.

“Which demon is the one who has a room covered floor-to-ceiling with books? Not anyone but you. Which demon has stunning blonde hair and beautiful green eyes? Not anyone but you. Which demon can't resist a puzzle or any new information to learn? Not anyone but you.”

Satan couldn't respond. His anger was still clawing at him, but their words made him feel as if he was going to cry. All he could do was cuddle closer.

“You aren't Lucifer. Everyone will have similarities to someone else. Mammon and Asmo can't resist parties. Levi and Belphie will always prefer quiet places to be alone. I can't say you two have nothing similar, I can't lie to you, but just as Mammon and Asmo are different, and just as Levi and Belphie are different, you and Luci are different.”

These words were it. His tears fell and fell. He clung to MC, and they cuddled him back. Giving him kisses and the love he so desperately needed right now.

“You don't need to distance yourself from Lucifer to be your own demon. I will love you for you.”

#writing #writing blog #obey me #fluff #finished #obey me satan #obey me mc #satan x mc

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mydarllinglover · 1 year

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Alone || Sickness

"Hey" Something, or someone was elbowing Natalia in her side, jostling her awake.

"Hm?" She pouted, blinking multiple times to wake up, she was laying on her side, the person was next to her as she faced the wall, looking over her shoulder.

"Get up, you slept over." Daryl told her, getting off the bed.

"Oh, sorry." She apologised, sitting up.

"It's fine." He shrugged.

She rubbed at her face, stifling a yawn as she prepared herself for the day.

"Did we have drinks or like wine or anything on any of the lists?" Natalia asked, her thoughts drifting back to yesterday.

"Nah, was only going for minimal and necessary things, booze was no where on that." He grumbled.

"I thought so." She nodded.

"What you thinking?"

"You gotta trust me on this, it's just something I'm mulling over."

"Yeah, Always." He nodded.

"Bob had a trolley with him, but when the shelf came down I saw it, nothing was in there, even if he was just passing by and fell, surely he would've grabbed something, right? And just before it happened, I heard like a heavy thud, but not like a body, you know?"

"Hm." He agreed, relaying the information back.

"I don't know, but he's still new, we're learning about him, I just don't know if he should come out on another one for a while, after..." She trailed, putting her belt on, tucking in the weapons she had taken out the night before, the others were already on her.

"I'll keep an eye on him." He assured her.

Gunshots sounded from another building.

The pair jumped to action.

Daryl grabbed his crossbow, whilst Natalia reached for her gun and knife, shoving the weapons into the sheaths as they ran out the cell, gliding down the stairs.

"Sully! Stay!" She pointed at the dog who had followed them, he halted on the command, but he wasn't happy about it, barking in refusal.

Sasha and Tyreese were also running out the block.

"Walkers in D!" Glenn shouted.

"What about C?" Rick shouted.

"Clear" Sasha told him as they made for D block. "We locked the gates to the tombs, Hershel's on guard."

"It' aint a breach!" Daryl said.

"We followed the plan!" Sasha called out.

They got to D block cells, people were screaming, guns were firing and walkers were attacking, it was chaos.

"Come on, come on, go, go, get out, grab the kids." Natalia told the people running towards them as Rick and Daryl grabbed guns off the untrained people.

"Are you bit?" Rick was asking people.

"Get up, get back to the cell!"

Natalia spotted Luke on his hands and knees, walking backwards as a walker set his sights on the crying boy.

"I got you, it's alright." Natalia picked the boy up, brushing back his hair as she spoke gently, keeping her eyes on walkers ahead of them, as Daryl shot an arrow at the walker.

"Get back in your cell." He was shouting as she passed the boy to his mother, closing the cell door to keep safe.

"Carol, Molly, over here!" Natalia waved them down as Karen was helping get the kids together in the cell.

Glenn, Natalia, Sasha and Daryl took out walkers as Rick rescued a small girl to safety. Tyreese ran to Karen, hugging the woman.

"Are we clear down here?" Rick asked.

"Yeah!"

"Clear!" Sasha and Natalia shouted back, looking around.

"We're safe?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Up here!" A man shouted, Daryl following the sound, Rick and Natalia was behind.

A dead woman lay on the ground, Natalia dealt with her whilst Rick and Daryl headed forward.

Glenn, who was already up there, got caught off guard by a walker sneaking out of his cell and grabbing the Korean man.

Daryl shot it with an arrow, before helping Glenn up.

"Thanks." He whispered.

Rick pushed the curtain back, showcasing a dead walker on the ground.

"Oh, it's Patrick." Daryl sighed.

"Oh my god." Natalia mumbled, walking away from the sight and carrying on, clutching her knife tightly.

"That's all of 'em." Daryl said, still in the same spot.

She left the dead bodies, for the moment, knowing the others behind her would take care of them, as they weren't an immediate threat for the moment.

She walked to the last cell, looking in, but couldn't see very well in the darkness.

A hand reached through the bars, grabbing her as it snarled.

She let out a scream from shock before plunging her knife into it's skull through the door.

"You alright?" Daryl asked as the three reached her.

"Yeah, fine, just grabbed me, didn't see it."

"Are you hurt?" Rick asked her.

"No, I'm fine." She snapped, "The doors locked, how would he have got caught up in this? "

"Go get the doctor." Rick told Glenn, pulling out his keys and unlocking the cell.

Glenn was quick to get back, Doctor S following him as well as Bob.

"No bites, no wounds." Rick had said to the man, checking him over before they got there. "I think he just died."

"Horribly, too. Pleurisy aspiration" Doctor S said.

"Choked to death on his own blood." Hershel who had also joined them, weighed in. "Caused those trails down his face.

"I've seen them before." Rick looked up from the body. "On a walker outside the fences."

"I saw them on Patrick, too." Daryl brought up.

"They're from the internal lung pressure building up, like If you shake a soda can and pop the top." Doctor S explained. "Only, imagine your eyes, ears, nose and throat are the top."

"So like, is it some bug?" Natalia asked.

"From the walkers?" Bob added.

"No, these things happened before they were around. Could be Pneumococcal, most likely an aggressive flu strain"

"And I don't see the chance of everyone getting flu jabs sometime soon." Natalia mused, folding her arms.

"Someone locked him in just in time." Hershel said.

"No, man. Charlie used to sleepwalk. Locked himself in. Hell, he was just eating barbeque yesterday." Daryl revealed. "How could somebody die in a day just from a cold?”

"I had a sick pig, it died quick" Rick told the small group. "Saw a sick boar in the woods."

"Pigs and birds. That's how these things spread in the past." Hershel said. "We need to do something about those hogs."

"Maybe we got lucky. Maybe these two cases are it."

"Don't say the magic word." Natalia pointed at the man.

"Bugs like to run through close quarters. Doesn't get any closer than this." Bob said.

"All of us in here, we've all been exposed." Hershel said.

"What about the people who were around Charlie and Patrick yesterday? I mean, Patrick was serving breakfast." Natalia said.

"And went to story time with the other kids." Rick rubbed his temples.

"We're gonna have a meeting, I'll let the other council members know to come along, make sure you join, both of you." Hershel told Daryl and Natalia.

"We'll be there." Daryl nodded, watching Natalia.

"Patrick was fine yesterday." Carol sighed, the other members sat in the library, listening to her. "And he died overnight. Two people died that quick?"

She looked at the two people who had seen it, both nodding.

"We'll have to separate everyone that's been exposed." Carol declared.

"That's everyone in that cellblock. That's all of us. Maybe more." Daryl said.

"We know that this sickness can be lethal. We don't know how easily it spreads. Is anyone showing symptoms that we know of?" Hershel asked.

"We can't just wait and see. There's children."

"Babies." Natalia mumbled.

"It isn't just the illness, people die and they become a threat."

That last sentence hit hard with Natalia, that was a phrase she was living with for a very long time before she met the very people she was sitting with, and now she had to live with that again, she was feeling uneasy about everything going on.

"We need a place for them to go." Hershel decided. "They can't stay in D. We can't risk going in there to clean it up."

"We can use cell block A." Carol suggested.

"Death row?" Glenn asked. "I'm not sure that's much of an upgrade."

"It's clean. That's an upgrade." Daryl pointed out. "Think that'll work for Doctor S?"

"I'll help Caleb get it set up." Hershel volunteered.

A woman coughed outside the room, catching the groups attention.

The six counsel members stood up from the table, walking towards the door to find out the culprit.

"You okay?" The voice of Tyreese asked Karen.

"Mhm." She nodded.

"You sure?" Carol asked her. "You don't sound so good."

"We're just taking her back to my cell so she can rest."

"Judith!" Natalia quietly gasped. "You can't."

"Tyreese, I don't think that's a good idea." Hershel told him.

"Why? What's going on now?" Karen asked.

"We think it's a flu or something." Glenn said. "That's how Patrick died."

"Natalia's right. Judith is in that cell block. She's vulnerable. Anyone that may be sick or even exposed should stay away." Hershel advised.

"It killed Patrick?" Karen asked, sounding worried.

"She's gonna be okay. Now that we know what Patrick died from we can treat it, right?" Tyreese tried.

"Don't panic. We're going to figure this out. But we should keep you separated in the meantime. We'll have Caleb take a look at you. I'll see what we have in the way of medications."

"David from the Decatur group, he's been coughing, too."

"I'll get him." Glenn sighed. "There's some empty clean cells in the tombs, right?"

"Yeah, we'll meet you there." Sasha told him as he went off. "Come on. Let's get you settled." She told Karen.

"Have to call another meeting, later." Hershel told the last three remaining members.

"I picked up some medications and stuff up yesterday, only over the counter stuff though, it's all in C block, I was gonna take it to inventory today." Natalia told Hershel.

"I'll sort it, don't worry." He reassured her.

"Alright, I'll get to burning the dead ones." Daryl said.

"I'll help." Natalia told him.

"I want you both to wear gloves and a mask." Hershel told the pair.

"Will do." She nodded as the man hummed in agreement.

Hershel went on his way to deal with what he needed to do, leaving Natalia, Daryl and Carol.

"You alright?" He asked the older woman.

"I'm worried about Lizzie and Mika. They were around Patrick."

"We all were. Karen and David are gonna be separated till they feel better." Daryl told her.

"You're right. Are you okay?" She asked Daryl. She knew the consequences of when a person asked Natalia of being okay too many times, and she was sure if the woman wasn't, Daryl would know.

"Mhm. Gotta be." He nodded. "Come on, lets get it done." He patted Natalia's arm, heading away to do their job.

Daryl and Natalia had been digging graves for a while when Rick had walked down to them.

"Everyone okay?" Natalia asked him.

"So far, yeah." He nodded.

"Glad you were in there." Daryl told him.

"Weren't much use without my gun."

"No, you were." He argued, pulling down his bandana, Natalia was wearing one as well. "All this time you've been taking off, you earned it. We wouldn't be here without you."

"No. It was all of us."

"No, it was you first. You gonna help us figure this out?" Daryl asked him.

"I screwed up too many times. Those calls you gotta make, I start down that road. I almost lost my boy, who he was. Whatever else this places needs, I'm here for it."

"Like I said, you earned it. But what it's worth, you see mistakes. I see when shit hits, you're standing there with the shovel."

"Rick!" Maggie screamed. "Nat! Daryl!"

They looked towards where she was stood.

A herd was pressing against a fence, it shaking from trying to stay up, at any moment it could cave.

The three chucked their shovels, running towards the woman.

"The noise drew 'em out, now this parts starting to give." Maggie told them, popping a few through the fence.

Natalia reached for a crow bar, running to help Maggie as more people joined.

They continuously stuck sharp sticks through skulls, but it wasn't doing much to help against the fence caving in.

"Are you seeing this?" Sasha called out, seeming to have found something.

"The fuck?" Natalia asked, laying her eyes upon a group of dead half eaten rats.

"Is someone feeding these things?"

"Heads up" Daryl brought their attention back to the fence, as a section was almost folding in on itself.

"This part of the fence, now!"

They tried but it was becoming too much.

"Hold on, hold on, hey!" Glenn shouted.

"It's gonna give! It's gonna give!"

The group attempted pushing the fence with their hands, feet, and weapons.

A walker was being pushed so far into the fence, his face was being cut by the metal, causing his eye to pop out.

"Everybody back, come on, back, now!" Daryl shouted at the group.

"Fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it."

"The pigs." Natalia whispered to Rick, as they both looked at the stable. "Hershel said we had to get rid of them."

Rick was contemplating this before realising it was the only way, running his hand over his face as he thought.

"Daryl, get the truck." Rick told the man. "We got an idea."

Rick had put the piglets into a box, him and Daryl putting it into a truck and driving it down to the gates, where Maggie opened it for them.

The others continued the fence duty whilst they watched the pair.

Daryl stopped the truck, and they waited for the walkers to notice them, to get close enough to the vehicle.

Rick picked up one of the piglets, slashing one of its back legs before dropping it to the grass.

Glenn, Sasha and Natalia focused on putting the extra beams against the fence as they continued the stop, drop pig, go, method.

Later on in the day, Natalia was called to the courtyard of the building the quarantine was being held.

Her, Rick, Daryl and Carol stood around the burnt bodies of Karen and David, the two people who were being watched closely for the flu, just dead, and not by the sickness, their bodies were still smoking.

"You found them like this?" Rick asked Tyreese, who found the bodies.

"I came to see Karen. And I saw the blood on the floor. Then I smelled them. Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire!" Tyreese raised his voice in anger. "They killed them and set them on fire!"

Tyreese abruptly turned to Rick, causing Daryl to get uneasy, pacing back and forth in case he needed to get involved.

"You're a cop." Tyreese told Rick. "You find out who did this and you bring 'em to me. You understand? You bring 'em to me."

Daryl patted his back.

"We'll find out who-"

Tyreese pushed him away, still facing Rick.

"I need to say it again?" He asked.

"No. No. I know what you're feeling. I've been there. You saw me there. It's dangerous."

"Karen didn't deserve this."

"No."

"David didn't deserve it. Nobody does."

"Alright, man. Lets-" Daryl tapped his arm, trying to reassure the man, but it didn't work, as he whipped around, pushing the redneck against the wall.

"Man, I ain't going nowhere till I find out who did this!"

Natalia's eyes widened, going to step forward, the other two doing the same, but Daryl stopped them, putting his hand out to show he had the situation handled.

"We're on the same side, man." He told the grieving man.

"Hey, look" Rick muttered. "I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone. We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down." He stepped closer to Tyreese, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Tyreese dropped his grip on Daryl, twisting around and pushing Rick away.

"You need to step the hell back!" He told Rick.

"She wouldn't want you being like this."

"Rick." Natalia warned, but it was too late.

Tyreese swung, landing a punch on Rick, pushing him to the ground.

"Stop! Stop!" Carol screamed, Carol tried to get in between them but Tyreese struck again. "Stop!"

Daryl came up from behind him, wrapping his arms around the other man so that he couldn't throw another punch.

"That's enough."

"Tyreese, we're going to get you justice, I promise, but you need to breathe." Natalia tried, but Rick blew her attempt out of the water, Throwing a fist back at Tyreese, causing him to fall out of Daryl's hold.

Rick walked forward, kicking him in the ribs, moving to stand on top of him, throwing punch after punch to Tyreese's face.

"Rick!" Daryl shouted at his friend. "Stop!" He tried to stop him, grabbing hold of Rick as he thrashed around.

"Go get something to clean Tyreese up with, see if Hershel is still busy with Doctor S" Natalia told Carol, who nodded and left the courtyard.

"Let go of me!"

Rick wouldn't stop, and Daryl was having a hard time containing him.

Tyreese was on the floor, crying as blood covered his face.

"Rick!" Natalia shouted, reaching for her gun.

Rick pushed Daryl off of him, before seeming to come to his senses, looking around the courtyard, before his eyes fell on Natalia's hand, how she had it holding the handle of her gun, then he looked at what he had done to Tyreese, holding his own fist as it dripped with blood.

The next day, another council meeting was held.

"It's spread." Hershel told them. "Everyone who survived the attack in cell block D. Sasha, Caleb, and now others."

"Oh, Jesus."

"So what do we do?" Carol asked.

"First things first. Cell block A is isolation. We keep the sick people there like we tried with Karen and David."

"The hell are we gonna do about that?" Daryl asked.

"Ask Rick to look into it." Carol said. "Try to make a timeline of who's where when. But what are we going to do to stop this?"

"There is no stopping it." Hershel told her. "You get it, you have to go through it."

"But it just kills you." Michonne, who had been standing near the bookshelves, said.

"The illness doesn't. The symptoms do. We need antibiotics."

"We've been through every pharmacy nearby, and then some."

"So we'll just have to go further out, I'll go." Natalia offered.

"The veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech, that's one place people may not have thought to raid for medication. The drugs for animals there are the same we need."

"Alright, make a list of everything we need or could need." Natalia said, standing from the table.

"That's 50 miles out. It was too big of a risk before, we'll take a group." Daryl told her also standing from the table. "Best not waste any more time."

"Who have we even got to spare?" Natalia asked, checking her bullet count.

"I'm in." Michonne volunteered, walking forward.

"You haven't been exposed. Both Natalia and Daryl has. You get in a car with them."

"Daryl's already given us fleas" Michonne said, nodding to Natalia.

"I can lead the way. I know where everything's kept." Hershel said.

"When we're out there, its always the same. Sooner or later, we run." Daryl explained.

"I can draw you a map." Hershel then decided. "There are other precautions I feel we should take."

"Like what?" Carol asked.

"There's no telling how long it'll be before these guys return. Wouldn't it make sense if we separate the most vulnerable? We can use the administration building. Separate office, Separate room."

"Who is the most vulnerable?" Glenn asked.

"Children, babies, mostly, and the elderly." Natalia answered.

Michonne, Natalia and Daryl were outside, checking the cars over, seeing which one was the best to bring.

"Son of a bitch is about a quart low" Daryl said, checking under the hood of one of the cars.

"You still keep it in the bottom of tower three?" Michonne asked.

"Yeah."

"I'll go get one." Michonne offered.

"Hey." He called out to her when she was walking away. "I'm glad you're here."

"Where else would I be?" Michonne grinned.

"Running off." He commented.

Natalia felt uncomfortable, she moved to the car, to pretend she was checking things over on the inside.

"You know I'm not running off. So it's just gonna be us three like in the olden days?" She changed the topic of conversation, bringing Natalia back into it.

"Yeah, and Bob." Daryl said.

"Bob's coming?" Natalia poked her head out of the car.

"Yeah, still feels like we could use another person."

"Who else isn't sick?"

"We don't ask Rick. He want's to stay here with Carl and Little Ass-kicker. Keep them safe. Plus there's plenty of stuff he could do here."

"So who else we got?" Michonne asked.

Natalia closed the door, joining the two back at the hood of the car, she was still thrown off by the fact Bob was coming, she thought she was clear with Daryl.

They came to the conclusion that Tyreese should come, then Michonne went back on her mission to tower three.

Natalia swatted at Daryl's arm.

"Ah. What's that for?" He asked her.

"Why's Bob coming?"

"We ain't got much choice, besides, he was a medic in the army before this, he'll know his stuff."

"Yeah, but-"

"I told you I'd keep an eye on him, this way, if he is all that bad, like you're making it out to be, he'll be with us instead of the vulnerable."

"Alright, fine, that's true."

"I'm gonna go talk to Tyreese, get him to come along."

"Yeah. Okay." He turned to leave but she caught his arm. "Just... be gentle alright... I know it sucks, what he's going through, losing the person that Karen was to him, without even getting a goodbye... you can't blame his actions, what Rick did earlier... go easy on the guy, now that Sasha's sick, I bet his feelings just been amped to a thousand."

"I will." He nodded, leaving to go search for the man.

Eventually Daryl came back out, shrugging his shoulders and they went back to work to make sure the car was in order.

"Everything look alright?" Bob asked, joining them, and placing down two tanks of gas on the ground.

"Yeah." Daryl said, putting the hood back down and wiping his hands with a bandana. "Zach kept this thing running pretty good."

"This is Zach's car?" Bob asked.

"Used to be." Natalia commented, watching the man carefully as she leaned against the vehicle.

"And the fastest one we got." Daryl added, giving the woman a look before looking back at Bob. "You alright."

"You really want me coming along?" He asked.

Daryl checked his pockets.

"You got the list?" He asked Natalia.

"Yeah." She raised it up so he could see.

"Thanks." He snatched it out of her hands, opening it up and showing Bob. "What's that word?" He pointed to the paper.

"Zanamivir." Bob read out.

"Yup. We need ya." Daryl declared, looking at the paper closely before handing it back to Natalia, moving to lean against the car beside her.

Tyreese walked towards them, standing in front of Daryl and Natalia.

"What's up?" Daryl asked the man.

"Still got room for one more?" Tyreese asked.

"Hell yeah."

"Good. Just got to get my gear."

"Shotgun." Natalia claimed as Tyreese walked off.

Soon enough; Daryl, Natalia, Michonne, Tyreese and Bob were on the road 50 miles away from the prison.

Daryl was driving, Natalia was in the passenger seat, and Michonne was squeezed in the back with the two newbies to the group.

Natalia was staring out the window, her knees to her chest as she drifted in her own mind, until Daryl broke the silence, looking in the rear view mirror at Michonne.

"Hey, I know you weren't running off." He spoke. "The thing is, that trail went cold. You know that, right?"

Michonne didn't answer him.

"If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you."

Natalia subconsciously rubbed her arm, the scar of the bullet hole from all those months ago.

Seemingly to get an acknowledging smile out of the woman in the back, he switched the radio on, static coming out of it.

"Nat, would you hand me one of those CD's?" Daryl asked her.

"What, oh, yeah, right." She sat forward, putting her legs down and opening the glovebox and rifling around the CDs.

"...find sanctuary." The radio said.

"Was that a voice?" Bob asked.

"Shh." Daryl shushed him, turning up the radio.

"...determined to survive "

Daryl was fiddling with the stations, trying to make the voice clearer and less static.

"... Keep alive."

"Daryl, look out!" Natalia shouted, spotting the walkers in the road that the car was about to hit.

He swerved the car, narrowly missing a few but hitting one till he was in the middle again, but shortly came to a stop.

A massive herd was taking up the road and soon swallowed the car.

Walkers were hitting and pounding on the glass, trying to climb on the vehicle and reach them.

"Grab something!" Daryl ordered, reversing the car.

Soon enough, they were stuck on a small hill of walkers.

"Go to the left!" Michonne pointed, leaning in the middle, holding Natalia's seat.

Daryl attempted that but the wheels were only spinning.

"We're jammed up." He cursed.

Natalia grabbed out her knife, her gun was already in hand as she took it out of safety.

"I have to make a run for the gaps right there. You two make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothing, you hear me?" Daryl told the two men in the back.

"Now!" Daryl shouted, hitting the roof as Natalia jumped out the car, pushing walkers back and using her knife to take the nearest out, Michonne soon followed, slicing and dicing them down.

Soon enough, gunshots from Bob followed.

Natalia ignored the other people, focusing on taking out walkers and running for the woods without getting bit and scratched, getting those meds would be a failed mission if they were all dead.

Once she got to the tree's, she looked to find Tyreese in the middle of a group of walkers, hitting them down as he shouted.

Daryl grabbed Bob, pulling him away towards Natalia, Michonne following and they entered the woods.

They ran through as walkers followed them in, coming from different angles, until finally they reached a lonely place, stopping for only a second to catch their breath.

"Hold up." Daryl hollered as he reloaded his crossbow.

They watched as leaves and branches moved, preparing to shoot at what ever came out.

Two walkers emerged.

As Daryl was about so shoot, Tyreese followed, knocking one down with his hammer, but soon fell to his knees. He was covered in blood and guts.

One of the walkers soon noticed him, turning and heading for the man, but Michonne was quicker, stabbing her katana into its head, as Daryl and Bob grabbed him, helping up so that they could continue running away from the herd that was moving towards them.

Michonne and Natalia ran behind the three men, defending them in case any got too close.

Soon enough, they put some distance against the herd and found some water, that Tyreese used to wash his t-shirt.

"This is Turner Creek." Michonne said. "So Barnsville must be a few miles downstream."

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob said hopefully.

"Lets get going, before it gets dark." Natalia kicked a stone into a water from the bridge they were stood on, turning in the other direction.

"Yo! Ty!" Daryl called to the man. "Come on, let's go. Vamonos."

Daryl and Michonne followed Natalia but Bob stayed to talk to Tyreese.

"Hey." Michonne nudged her arm.

"Hm?" Natalia hummed.

"You good?"

"Fine."

"You know everyone's gonna be alright, right?"

"As long as we get the meds and get back in time, without people slowing us down." She looked over her shoulder at Bob who was still talking on the bridge.

Eventually him and Tyreese followed, but they kept their distance.

Daryl stopped in his tracks, bending down and picking something up, licking his thumb and wiping it.

"Is that Jasper?" Michonne asked, seeing what he picked up.

"Mhm."

"It's a good colour, brings out your eyes." She teased, causing the corner of Natalia's lip to raise, in her bad mood.

"When Miss Richards went into A block, we were leaving. Asked me to keep a look out. I'm gonna use it for her old mans marker."

"You know all them back there?" Michonne asked.

"You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you'd be surprised what you pick up." He said, walking ahead again.

Eventually, the group arrived at a gas station.

"You see something?" Bob asked Daryl, who was peering into some bushes.

"I don't know, maybe." He mumbled.

They had managed to find a car, Tyreese pulled the greenery off of it as Daryl attempted to hotwire the vehicle, but it was a fail.

"We gotta find us a new battery." He said, closing the door once again.

He peered into a dusty window, spitting on his hand and wiping it, before jumping back when two hands smacked the glass from the inside.

"Got some friends inside." He mused. "Come on."

They walked around the building, it was mostly hidden from the shrubbery and leaves that grew around it.

"Lets clear a path see what we got."

"Why don't we just try our luck somewhere else, we're wasting time." Natalia glared at the offensive flora as Bob, Daryl and Tyreese started chopping it and pulling.

"You see anything else around?" Daryl asked.

Michonne joined them.

Tyreese was hacking at it aggressively, like he was taking out all his anger and frustration out on the green.

"Hey man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealing with." Daryl told him.

Tyreese didn't listen, seemingly finding a door and attempting to pry it open.

They watched the man as he pulled wires off his machete.

A hand reached out, grabbing Daryl, and yanking him forward.

He pulled himself free and Michonne sliced off its arm.

Then Bob was attacked, Natalia jumped forward, plunging her knife into it's skull, causing the man to fall back from being let go.

"Tyreese!" He called out, as Tyreese seemed to be wrestling with a walker.

"Ty!" Daryl shouted.

"Ty! Let him go!" Michonne said, ready to put the walker down.

He soon fell back, the walker who looked like he worked in the station, fell on top of him, trying to take a bite.

Daryl grabbed it, yanking it off Tyreese and to the ground.

Bob went to shoot it but Natalia pushed him back, kneeling on the walker and stabbing her knife through its eye, she didn't want Bob to send out a public announcement to the herd they ditched in the forest, of where they were.

"I told you, this was a waste of time." She told Daryl, standing up as he helped Tyreese.

"Why the hell didn't you let go?" Michonne asked.

He didn't answer her, instead attempted to regulate his breathing.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #daryldixonalonetwd #daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x you #darylxnatalia

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Au where Mirabel is able to see into the future like Bruno...but she's brutally honest.

Mirabel just got her gift of seeing into the future like her Tio. But unlike him, she has third eye. And unlike her Tio, all she has to do is touch and see maybe a couple weeks, months, or even years into your future.

Nothing death related though; she can't see stuff like that yet because the candle made it so she couldn't. The way her gift worked is that all she had to do was touch you and with her consent, she would see your future.

When this happens her regular eyes close, and her third eye opens. It glows a teal blue but also purple and a variety of other blue's.

She saw that Tia Pepa was going to have a baby in five years, she didn't see what he looked like though. All she saw was Pepa holding the baby and handing it to her saying "Do you want to see your primo?"

She saw that Dolores is going to marry the man of her dreams. She had a vision of herself sitting on a church pew and looking at Dolores in a wedding dress. Mira didn't see the man though; all she knew was that Dolores looked extremely happy.

She saw Isabela wearing more colorful clothing and swinging around Casita with her vines. Casita was decorated in all types of flowers that didn't look like the ones she made now. Not to mention her smiles looked genuine. Much different to the pink petite Hermana she knows now.

Mirabel made sure to let Isabela know that and maybe she should experiment were her gift more and wear more colors.

The candle also made sure she got rest. Her third eye or inner eye can only take so many visions. Like six at a time before she gets tired. Her rest required to keep the eye closed for at least six-seven hours a day.

But other than that, she saw lots of good things for the family members and the villagers. Well...mostly. She was five years old after all...no filter.

"Your fish is going to die if you don't stop over feeding it."

"You're going to get big if you don't stop eating so many arepa's."

"You're going to get divorced soon, guess you should've been a better wife"

What can you do? She's a kid.

Mirabel was out giving people the futures they wanted to see. Her parents were there with her. Proud smiles on their faces as they watched her work.

She reached up to hold a woman's hand and right when she held it, her third eye closed. A frown appeared on her face, and she pouted. "Aw, sorry, my eye fell asleep again"

The woman in front of her rolled her eyes. Her name was Katrina Dulce, the most hated disliked of the town. Yelling at workers for doing their jobs, entitled, disrespectful, and just outright an awful human being. You can think of her as the Karen of Encanto.

Mirabel didn't know this of course; she was only five and has never even met the lady before today. Her parents have never met her either, some rumors of course but that's about it.

They didn't really know what she looked like either, so, they didn't know of the wench standing in front of their daughter.

"oh...pity" The woman sounded sad but, in her head, she was annoyed.

'Useless little brat' she thought.

The woman was about to walk away but Mirabel stopped her.

"Wait!"

Mirabel felt bad by the woman's tone, and she decided to give her a prophecy. She forced her eye open, which did hurt, and held the woman's hand firmly.

The eye opened and for a bit and then firmly shut. Thankfully, Mirabel saw what she needed to see.

"You...you have cat and dog plates because even animals can't stand you"

"What?" Katrina was a little taken back by that, because it was true. Animals hated being around her, whenever she was around them they would hiss or bark at her.

"You're thinking about making a huge doll and calling it your boyfriend. Then you plan on marrying it because you know you'll never get married!"

"No..."

"Your lonely because everybody hates you! You won't allow yourself to cry but you still do in your sleep!"

"....." Karen- Katrina was too shocked to speak.

"Benjamin Castro will tell you that his birthday has been cancelled, but it's a lie. He's just repulsed by you, whenever you stop talking to him, he turns away and gags or heaves. He told his brother he would rather have a romantic evening with homicidal maniac...whatever that means"

"In a week you'll get ran over by a cart. The donkey will stomp all over your piggy face and it will still be better than the face you have now! And nobody will come to you to make sure you're ok INHALE because they'll quietly hope that you never show your face again!"

"INHALE Your sister isn't busy it's just that she doesn't want to talk to a chismosa like you! And she doesn't plan on telling you that your Sobrino is getting married, she will never tell you!"

"INHALE this Tuesday you'll scream at the bakers for not having your favorite Milhojas con Arequipe. But they'll apologize and bake and extra special version of it just for you and give some polvorosas. But it turns out it'll have a laxative in it and the polvorosas are old! They want you to get sick AND YOU DESERVE IT!" Mirabel glared at the woman who stood before her as she took in deep breathes.

"INHALE-" Mirabel was about to say more but Agustin quickly put his hand over her mouth. He gave Katrina a nervous smile and picked up Mira.

The people around, who knew who Katrina was, were laughing their butts off.

Mira finally knew who this woman was and decided to end her speech. She moved her hand away, "Katrina Dulce, consider your fate SEALED!"

Dolores, who was near the mountains, was laughing hard now too. She was definitely going to tell the family about this, especially Bruno. He had his fair share of dealing with that woman as well.

Julieta stood there in shock; she didn't know what to do. One on hand, she needed to teach Mirabel about TOO MUCH honesty. One the other...this was funny. Clearly, the woman was the Karen she had been hearing about.

And by her daughters' words and from observations, she did deserve what's coming to her...maybe not all of it but still. After all that Mirabel was taken back home.

Mirabel was rewarded with her favorite desert for telling off a witch. The family had a good laugh, and they were all happy knowing there was going to be more brutal roastings in the future.

And please believe everyone in Encanto was told of the roast of a lifetime...Katrina had a fun couple of weeks.

Me personally, I would not let that slide.

No but for, she wants all the smoke 😮‍💨 it’s crazy how people are trying to force a 5 year old/young child. Like actually 😵‍💫 good for her for standing up for herself though <33

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Mister Morgan - Chapter 6

Arthur Morgan x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page

Chapter seven

A Few Weeks later

Taking a long drag of a cigarette you looked out across Flat Iron Lake, the sun was setting and the sky emitted a gorgeous orange and pink hue. You felt like you were fitting in well with this gang of outlaws, Karen had taken a particular shine to you, she finally found another woman who could keep up with her drinking. Much to Sean’s envy, he was definitely sweet on Karen not that he would admit it.

You’d grown particularly close to Charles as you’d both go out hunting together to get away from camp, a quiet man who didn’t say too much but that’s how you liked it. He taught you how to use a bow and arrow and your tracking skills were getting better each time you ventured out. Charles would let you vent to him when you felt overwhelmed by the camp atmosphere, which could be tense at times courtesy of Dutch and his master plans as well as Miss Grimshaw barking her orders.

Arthur slid his hand in around your waist and pulled you close placing a tender peck on your forehead. ‘You ok sweetheart? Lookin’ a lil lost.’

“I’m fine Arthur, just having a breather from Pearson. I swear that man doesn’t know what seasoning is.”

“Yeah probably not.” He chuckled. You didn’t get to spend much time with Arthur due to how busy camp was so you’ sneak away to have a quick kiss and quiet moment to yourselves when you could. “He asks me to help him cook, so I do, then shouts at me.” You rolled your eyes. “And if I have to hear one more story about the pissin’ Navy again I’ll cry.”

Arthur laughed “you’re doin well, Grimshaw is impressed with how much you help out. Charles is even more impressed at how well you’re picking up huntin’ and trackin’.”

“I used to hunt with my father sometimes, not a huge fan of it but needs to be done. Quite the marksman when I wanna be.” You winked. Arthur raised an eyebrow and smiled. You knew he was competitive and he enjoyed having friendly competitions with you. “I’ll bare that in mind” he smiled. Letting out a big sigh you gave Arthur a quick kiss on the cheek before trailing your hand down his arm to his hand and giving it a quick squeeze. “I best get back to that insufferable oaf” you said pulling a face. Arthur nodded and returned the squeeze on your hand.

After an agonising hour persuading Pearson to let you add Oregano and Thyme to the stew it was finally ready. Much to Pearson’s dismay you received a lot of compliments about adding the extra herbs to enhance the flavour. “No hard feelings Pearson.” You said as you bumped his shoulder. He huffed “guess not, it is good. You can wash up though.”

“Yes dear” you sighed sarcastically. You got up to take the bowls over to the wash bucket. Which was empty. Perfect you thought. Another chore that wasn’t done today. You took the bucket to the lake to fill, after filling it you hobbled back to camp.

Sean rushed over seeing you were struggling “here, let me take dat. Don’t wan t’ see a lady strugglin’” his thick Irish accent was music to your ears. “You know me da always used to say …” You cut him off quickly, slamming your hand to his mouth. “No Sean, not your da” you laughed. Sean had a habit of always bringing absurd stories of his father up during conversation, it always took a lot of energy to keep up with those stories. Energy you didn’t have tonight.

You emptied the water into the tin basin and began washing, other members of the gang were already sat by one of the fires having a drink. Arthur poked his head around the back of the wagon “there you are, wondered where you got to.”

“Missin’ me were you? I won’t be long I’m almost finished.” You reassured. Arthur smiled and walked over to help you finish the dishes, “what did you get up too today? You were gone when I woke up this mornin’” you asked.

“Aw Dutch got us scouting out these two families down here, the Braithwaites and Greys. Somethin’ about a family feud between the two and a pot of gold. I dunno. One of Dutch’s plans again” he shrugged. “We’re goin’ back into Rhodes in the mornin’, says he’s got a meetin’ with Sheriff Grey” he rolled his eyes.

You looked up and grimaced.“Just be careful? Nothing good ever comes from meddlin’.” Arthur placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze “Course darlin’.” With two of you doing the dishes they were finished in no time.

You both walked over to the fire where Javier was singing with his guitar, he had a beautiful voice. As you sat down on the log Arthur handed you a beer and sat next to you but not too close that people would start asking questions. The fire seemingly danced along in time to Javier strumming the guitar strings, you found yourself zoning out staring into the flames. It was only when Micah opened his mouth did you snap back to reality. “I see the O’Driscoll whore is still with us” he sneered.

“You shut your mouth!” Arthur growled.

“I’m just sayin’. How can we trust her? Really? She spent years with the O’Driscolls and suddenly she’s welcome? Don’t recall you acceptin’ Kieron so easy Morgan. Is it cause she sucks your dick?” Arthur flew up out of his seat, muscles trembling with pure rage ready to punch Micah.

Placing your hand on his arm you gripped him tightly and pulled him to sit back down while you stared right at Micah. Arthur responded to your touch and lowered himself back onto the log. “Enough Micah” Dutch bellowed “she has pulled more than her weight around here, now you would do right by keepin’ your mouth shut.”

You weren’t sure what to make of Dutch, everyone seemed to gravitate towards him hanging off every word he said. He was charismatic, you’d give him that, but something about him didn’t sit right with you. Micah backed off and went back to his tent.

Javier, Charles and Karen all asked if you were ok and agreed Micah was a dick. You reassured them all you were fine and it would take more than a few comments to upset you. Smiling you reached for another beer before taking a swig “I’m gonna go for a walk, I won’t be long.”

The air in Lemoyne was thick and sticky, the only relief you got was at night when the humidity seemed to lessen. You sat down on the sand and dipped your toes in the lake to cool off, the stars were beautiful, gleaming down on you. The muffled noise of camp was the perfect ambiance to enjoy your beer too, sometimes you needed some space on your own to de-compress.

You heard soft footsteps coming up behind you “mind if I join you?” You smiled at the sound of Arthurs voice it brought a comfort to you, one you hadn’t felt since your father was alive. You patted the sand next you. Arthur sat down straightening out his one leg and resting his arm on the other bent leg, he looked out across the lake the brow of his hat hiding his face. “Arthur I’m fine” you reassured “will take more than that pissant making some comments to upset me.”

He reached over and held your hand giving it a firm squeeze ‘I know, I know. I just … I don’t like when women get spoken to like that. Let alone you.” You turned to face him somewhat surprised at his response. “Let alone me?” you repeated confused.

He finally turned his head to face you “especially you” he grinned. You could sense where this conversation was going “oh, especially me? Hmmm ok” you flashed him a cheeky smile. Placing a hand on his thigh you repositioned yourself to kneel in front of him.

He reached up and grabbed the nape of his neck blushing “yeah, well I guess I’m kinda fond of you. Care about you n’all.” You flicked his hat off onto the floor, the moonlight illuminated his face, his blue eyes fixed on yours, his cheeks were still burning red.

“I like you too Arthur, quite a lot actually.” With one hand on his thigh you brought your other to his face cradling his cheek and ran your fingers gently over the scars peeking through his thick stubble. You both lent in at the same time and met each other’s lips in a passionate kiss, he brought his hand to the nape of your neck cradling the bottom of your head.

The two of you got lost in each other’s embrace, he smelt so good, tobacco, sage and a hint of soap. He broke off from your lips and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck and onto your collarbone. He let out a muffled groan against your skin which made your stomach drop in pure anticipation, he nipped gently at your neck as he worked his way back up to your lips.

You untucked his shirt and slowly worked your hand up his bare torso making sure to feel every inch of skin, every scar, and every crevice of his muscles. He let out a sigh against your lips “goddamn”. The pure need in his voice was ecstasy to you, you could feel how tense his body was how he needed you right now. “Mmmmm …” you let out a groan of your own “not now cowboy” you teased. You could see the pure sexual frustration flash across his face as he let out an exasperated sigh. “You’ll be the death of me woman” he said biting his lip. You placed your hand on your chest and fluttered your eyelashes “who lil ol me?”

“Yes you!” Arthur laughed, as you went to get up he pulled by you down onto his lap “give it a minute” he cooed. You bit the inside of your cheek. “You just taste so good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

Your heart stopped. Your stomach dropped. Flustered wasn’t the word to describe how you felt at those words. He lent in and pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder exposing your neck. He slowly trailed his hand up your torso to your throat and applied pressure. He groaned in your ear ever so softly. You felt yourself tense, he did too, he moved his other hand to your lips and brushed his thumb over them gently. “I respect you, I ain gonna do nothin till you tell me I can. When that time comes, I know you’ll be a good girl for me” he purred.

With that he slid you off his knee and got to his feet and offered you his hand. You were completely speechless smiling ear to ear and a deep colour of crimson. Taking his hand you stood up, Arthur took your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Two can play at that game” he whispered. Your insides tightened. “Let’s get back darlin’ they’re gonna wonder where we are.” He flashed you a wicked grin. Holding hands you walked back to camp, Javier still singing around the campfire. “I’ll …. Um, I’ll see you in the morning Arthur” you blushed. “Night darlin’” he winked.

The morning sun peeked through the flap in your tent rousing you from your sleep. The men had already left camp to head into Rhodes. “Ah there you are!” It was Kieron, you knew him from when he was with the O’Driscolls. “Mornin’ Kieron” you smiled warmly “what can I help you with?”

“Do you have any Burdock? Need to make some medicine for the horses, I ran out n you can never have enough.”

“Sorry Kieron I don’t, I’m happy to go find you some though. Any excuse to get out of here, I know where some grows.” Kieron smiled and carried on tending to the horses.

Saddling up Taliesin you set out into Scarlett Medows, enjoying the freedom from Miss Grimshaws endless tasks as well as Pearson and Sadies endless arguments. There was a small shack by the lake where the Burdock grew, it was close enough to camp that it shouldn’t take too long.

Riding along the dirt track you replayed the previous night with Arthur over and over, enjoying the feeling all over again. It didn’t take long to get to the Burdock patch, jumping down you gathered as much as you could fit into your satchel. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and the morning sun grew more hot, would be a sin to waste weather like this.

You pulled out your book and sat against a rock to read. Before you knew it time had passed and it was coming up to midday. Miss Grimshaw was going to lose her shit “chores to be done miss!” Her voice echoed in your head. You got up and dusted yourself off, hauled yourself onto Taliesin and set off back to camp.

A man in the distance shouted your name. You didn’t recognise his voice, turning round on your saddle your heart dropped. It was an O’Driscoll. “You know Colm is missin you dearly. Wants us to bring you back.” Two more men appeared from behind a rock and stood in-front of you.

Your chest began to feel tight, it was hard to breath. “Think you should come with us, save us some trouble.” Your hand twitched, slowly reaching down to your volcanic pistol which was lying dormant in its holster. You pulled the pistol out and managed to get a lucky head shot on one of them. “Fuckin bitch!”

Taliesin bucked which sent you crashing to the floor, you landed in a heap as Taliesin galloped off into the distance. As you looked up you saw the butt of a rifle coming to meet your face. The blunt force didn’t knock you unconscious by some divine miracle, but it made everything hazy and blurry. Their muffled voices above you sounded angry but panicked. Shaking from the pure adrenaline pumping through your body you lifted up your pistol and shot again, hitting one in the stomach.

The last O’Driscoll pounced on you his hands around your neck trying to squeeze the very life from you. You couldn’t reach the knife you kept stowed in your boot, you tried to scream until your throat was hoarse with pain. Darkness started to take hold as you gasped for air when a distant shot rang out and the O’Driscoll collapsed onto you. You let out a scream so powerful your vocal cords gave out. A scream of pure fear and frustration. The muffled noise of horse hooves approached, you tried desperately to cling to consciousness, but to no avail. As you drifted into darkness you could only hold out hope that the person approaching wasn’t another O’Driscoll.

#red dead redemption smut #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption two #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you

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fakefanofmarvel · 1 year

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Novacane 3// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. This is part 3. Reminder READER is bat shit crazy and does some really bad things including but not limited to stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, and blackmail. If that isn't something you are into please keep scrolling. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Part 1 Part 2

After you had knocked Karen out, you panicked. You were able to drag her out the back of your apartment building to your car without being caught. You drove to the abandoned storage units down the street. You found one that had some furniture and dragged her into it placing her on the old sofa before going to lock to the storage unit

"Fuck!" You screamed again for like the tenth time that night.

You didn't want to hurt Karen she was still your friend but she could ruin everything you worked so hard for. You noticed her starting to trying to open her eyes. You moved over to her to help her sit up.

“Y/N?” She noticed you as she came to. “ Where am I?” She reached up to feel the warm blood on the back of her head.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Did you hit me?” Her memory came flooding back.

“Karen calm down. I can explain,” You tried calming her down but she ran away from you

“You’re crazy! You stalked Matt! You hit me over the head with a wine bottle. You are unstable” She shouted at you from the corner of the 5X5 storage unit.

“I panicked! You found out everything I can't let you tell Matt. I'll lose him,” You tried to reason with her

“You should! Everything is built on a lie! You tricked me. You used me to get to Matt! I put him right in the hands of a psychopath! Oh my gosh” She started crying “Are you going to kill me?”

You rolled your eyes at her. “I’m not a killer, Karen. I just bought you here to to try and convince you to forget what you saw,”

She laughed “Are you crazy! I’m telling Matt as soon as I see him!”

You got closer to her until your bodies were only a few inches apart “You’re really willing to ruin his relationship with no evidence? He’s going to think you’re jealous it’s only going to push him farther from you or he'll hate you. Do you really want that?"

“You have plenty of evidence,” She referred to the chest that was in your closet

“You really think I’d leave it in my apartment after this? It’s already been taken care of. So go tell Matt about this but I’ll deny everything. You have no proof any of this was me. The cameras at the apartment complex have been out for months, everything is your word against mine. And from a medical standpoint, it looks like you hit your head on my coffee table when you fall,”

She scoffed in disbelief.

“If you want to get out of here you’ll listen to me. You won’t tell Matt any of this. You’ll go back to Vermont before he gets back. You’ll never contact me, him, foggy or tell anybody about this. Or you can live in this storage unit for however long you survive. The choice is yours Ms. Page,”

“And what’s stopping me from going to the police once i get to Vermont?”

You chuckled but hold up a video of her shooting and killing James Wesley. She flinched as she watched the video

“Do we have an agreement Ms. Page?” You asked holding out your hand.

She shook your hand. “Good. Now be a good girl while I go pack your stuff you’ll leave in the morning.

You locked the storage unit behind you before hurrying home. You made your way upstairs to your apartment where Foggy was banging on your door.

"Foggy? What are you doing here?" You looked terrified.

You hadn't had time to clean up your apartment after the incident and you weren't sure if you had blood on the floor.

"There you are! Where's Karen she texted Matt like 3 hours ago saying there was an emergency. I've tried calling both of you but I couldn't get an answer. Where is Karen?"

"She didn't tell you? She just got word that her great Aunt Susan passed she's going back to Vermont. They left her a house in the will or something she's heading to the airport now," You thought of a lie on the spot

"She left without saying goodbye? She said she tried calling you and Matt but you didn't answer. I think she's hiding something but I don't want to pry. She seemed weird all night. She was kind of scaring me," You added on

The look on Foggy's face was sympathetic. He looked like he believed you. So you kept going.

"She told me not to contact her. I think she might be really upset. ," You hugged him for comfort.

You heard his phone ring in his pocket. He pulled away from you to answer it. You heard frantic muffled screams from the other end of the phone.

"Whoa, slow down, dude she's right here. Karen went back to Vermont and told y/n not to contact her anymore I think she's going through something." He paused to listen to Matt

"Everything is fine. I think we should wait for her to call us. If she's grieving she might just want to be left alone for a while," He paused again before handing you over the phone.

"Hi, Matty," A sigh of relief washed over him when he heard your voice. "I'm sorry. When Karen rushed out of the apartment I just followed her without thinking to grab my phone. I think she's going to be okay. I'll call you later... I love you too," The line went silent.

You handed Foggy back his phone. The two of you apologized to each other and went your separate ways for the night. You unlocked your door and walked into the apartment. There were a few drops of blood near the closet and a small smear on the blankets you had set on the floor. You locked the door behind you and started to clean up everything. You scrubbed the floor with bleach and threw the blankets in the wash. You returned your apartment to how it looked before the events of that night happened. The time was around 1 am and you knew that you had to get Karen out and back to Vermont before the sun came up. You ordered Karen the first flight back to Vermont. You stopped by her house and grabbed her passport and a few other things and threw them in a carry-on.

"You're on flight 368. Gate 4H. Your ID is in your backpack," You looked over at her in your passager seat.

"Promise me You won't hurt Matt, and I'll go and never look back," She pleaded

"Karen you might not believe me but I really do love him. I really do love you too. You were one of my only friends. I didn't want to do this but it had to be done. I can't risk losing him I'd never hurt him. You have my word,"

"Goodbye, (Y/N)," She said getting out of the car and walking into the airport.

She looked back one more time before she disappeared from view.

A few months passed and none of you had heard anything from Karen. She had kept her word. Matt was back from his trip and everything was back to normal for the most part minus Karen being gone. Matt and Foggy were still sending her text and leaving her voicemails which she ignored which was a good sign that she had cut ties like you asked. Nelson and Murdock had been getting a lot of business and without a Karen there to help it was hard to keep up with everything. So they hired you as their secretary.

"Ready for lunch?" Matt asked poking his head out of his office.

You nodded before locking your computer and grabbing your things.

The two of you walked out of the office holding hands. The sun hit his face perfectly making him look more handsome than ever. You looked up at him and smiled. The red tint in his glasses reflected on his face. You couldn't imagine what would ever happen if he found out everything you did.

"You alright, love?" He asked feeling you staring at him

"Of course couldn't be happier"

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marvelmaniac715 · 2 years

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It’s another au! This one is about everyone’s favourite traumatised six year old: Andy Barclay! And this fic actually features Karen, and I’m looking forward to that because I haven’t really written about her before.

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At the age of six, Andy Barclay changed. Up until that point, he was a polite, happy, well-behaved little boy who got along with everybody. But seemingly overnight, the laughter and smiles disappeared, replaced by suspicious glares and cruel smirks.

His mother took it the hardest. For years, she had a wonderful relationship with her son, but not long after he got that damned Good Guy doll… Karen had lost her sweet little boy forever. Now he cursed, he stole, he tried to smoke, she even caught him beating up other kids once or twice.

It only got worse as he grew older, by the age of eleven Andy Barclay was an absolute menace. Sometimes Karen feared him, the child had no remorse and no mercy, if you annoyed him even slightly, he’d punch you, bite you and verbally assault you until you felt like crying. And he took such delight in it too.

One day, Andy brought home a woman called Tiffany Valentine. He was very mad when Karen kicked her out and slammed the door.

When Karen could take it no more, she pulled Andy aside roughly by the arm and shook him.

“Alright, who are you?”

At first Andy blinked innocently, trying to seem confused.

“Huh? Mom, I’m Andy.”

Karen shook her head.

“No, my son was nothing like you. You- whatever you are- took over my little boy’s body when he was six years old, and all I want to know is who are you?”

The boy grinned and cackled.

“Satan.”

No, that wasn’t it. That would be too obvious. This was someone else, but who? Karen shook him again, growing more irritated.

“Cut the crap. Who are you?”

Genuinely frightened (even if momentarily) the person in front of her backed up slightly and raised their hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright, geez! Calm down lady, I’ll tell you. My real name is Charles Lee Ray, but my friends call me Chucky.”

Karen gasped in horror. The Lakeshore Strangler had possessed her son? But how? She was so shocked that she backed into a shelf, knocking various pieces of cutlery to the ground.

“How did you possess Andy?”

Chucky smirked.

“Voodoo is a wonderful thing, you can do anything through the power of Damballa. Your son was a very willing host, I was in that little doll you gave him for his birthday. All I had to do was convince him that his daddy sent me to Earth to play with him and he was putty in my hands.”

Karen began to cry now. This was all her fault… she had doomed her son just because she wanted to give him the perfect birthday. As if trying to alleviate the tension (or add to Karen’s suffering, who knows) Chucky casually remarked:

“He asks about you all the time. I’m not a monster, I let him float close to the surface quite a lot, but I can’t bear to lose control of this vessel, so he won’t be taking control anytime soon. He told me to tell you that he loves you though, if that’s any consolation.”

Filled with a sudden, furious fire, Karen exclaimed:

“I’m not letting you have him any longer! I’ll find help, I don’t know how or where, but god knows I won’t stop until you’re out of there-‘

“And what makes you think I can’t stop you?”

Karen snorted.

“You have the strength and power of an eleven year old, you can’t stop a grown adult, small fry.”

That’s when Chucky backed away a little bit further, widening his eyes that were now glistening with tears and shielding his face with his hands. Then, in a heartbreaking voice, he called out:

“No- Mommy, please stop! It hurts- please stop!”

He had her there. If he pretended to be abused he could get himself taken away, then Karen would be powerless and would never be able to see her son again. Admitting defeat, she sighed and asked:

“So what do you want me to do then?”

Shaking off the whole ‘frightened’ act, Chucky crossed his arms and said:

“Well, you’re a mother, and mothers are supposed to support their children. I may not be your biological son, but I’m in his body, so by all technicality we’re family. Now, move your ass, I gotta get to soccer practice.”

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That evening, as the monster that was possessing her son went to bed, it suddenly struck Karen that Andy could possibly gain control whilst his body was asleep, or at least be able to hear things around him. With that in mind, she crept into her son’s bedroom and gently stroked hair out of her little boy’s eyes before quietly whispering:

“Andy? Can you hear me? It’s Mommy. Listen, I’m so sorry that I got you into this mess, and I promise that I’ll get him out of you. Goodnight baby, I love you.”

It seemed like a foolish hope, but just as she stood to leave the room, she heard a timid voice (warm and kind, not like him) whisper:

“G’night, Momma, please get him out soon…”

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #bride of chucky #charles lee ray #karen barclay #andy barclay #tiffany valentine #au #horror #fanfiction

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banditthewriter · 2 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo 2.0 - I Ain’t Got Time to Bleed

I Ain’t Got Time to Bleed requested by @occasionallygiveadamn with Matt Murdock and the gang for @badthingshappenbingo

679 words.

Enjoy!

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Things were a mess. You felt bruised over half of your body, but that was probably not literal. Well, hopefully not literal. The only reason that you weren’t more injured was because of your friends.

Jessica had taken on three guys to give you a break at one point. Matt had distracted a bunch of them when you’d gotten knocked down the last time. Frank had lifted you and carried you to safety, Karen providing covering fire. You didn’t have special powers or abilities besides self defense and the intense need to protect your loved ones. You let the others do the heavy lifting usually, but tonight was different.

While you were fairly roughed up, but the others had it worse.

Frank’s shoulder looked like ground beef. His face had quite a few cuts and bruises.

Jessica had a few knife wounds and a bruise on her face that made you want to cry.

You couldn’t see Matt’s injuries for the most part except you knew his arm had been dislocated at some point.

You had a first aid kit between you and Karen and Foggy. Each of you were paired off with a more injured member of the group. Karen was patching up Frank, Foggy was patching up Matt, and you had the joy of patching up Jess. Mostly because you were the only one she’d stay still for.

Even though you were working on Jess, you kept your eyes on Matt. He was the most protected because of his suit, but he was still pretty banged up. As if he sensed your attention, he turned to you and gave a nod to show that he was okay.

“Alright, that’s enough, let me go,” Jess complained as she pulled away, about to stand up.

You grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down. She glared at you, her eyes a little glassy from pain and the alcohol she’d been pounding back as you sewed her up.

“No, you’ll stay until I’m done.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but you glared right back at her. She must have realized you were going to out-stubborn her so she stopped.

A few minutes later Frank was grumbling, moving back and forth on the coffee table he was sitting on where Karen was patching him up. She glared at him but he didn’t notice, eyes too focused on the door of the safe house.

“We need to wrap this up. I need to go back and make sure no one is coming back after us.”

Matt seemed to agree because he’d pushed Foggy’s hands away and started to pull his suit back on.

They were adults, you told yourself as your hands clenched at your sides. They were adults and could make their own decisions.

Once Jess started to stand, you realized that right then you needed to veto their adult decisions.

“Nope, not happening. Sit down, all of you.”

Frank tossed you a look.

“We don’t have time for this, we need to make sure that–”

“That what, the dead or brutally beaten people stay down? Because I saw the carnage, they aren’t getting up anytime soon. No, right now al three of you are going to sit down and we are going to keep you all from dying. Once we make sure none of you are going to keel over, we can coordinate a recon mission. Have I made myself clear?”

All eyes were on you. Foggy and Karen were smirking because you’d said what was on their minds. Jess and Frank were just eyeing you carefully. Matt on the other hand…

He was smiling at you with humor and affection on his face.

“Crystal clear,” he said as he sat back down beside Foggy.

Frank sat down next to Karen, mumbling a bit as he did, but you could tell he was actually grateful to take a moment to rest.

Jess sat down and picked back up her bottle, taking a long sip before she nodded at you. You nodded back before you grabbed your needle once more.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #my writing #i aint got time to bleed #daredevil #bad things happen bingo

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cherrydreamer · 2 years

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Billy spots Holly Wheeler as soon as he turns the corner.

There she is, a pink munchkin in a Strawberry Shortcake nightgown, shuffling along the streets in too-big Cabbage Patch slippers, and even from behind, Billy recognises that giggly ray of sunshine from his Little Tiddlers swim session. But even if this is one of the good neighbourhoods- the kind with double garages and heated pools around the back- he's still getting the heebie-jeebies at the sight of her trudging along like this in the dark of night, all alone. And hey, Billy might be an asshole, but Holly's the only one outta the whole damn Wheeler family that he gives a shit about, so he slows to a stop as he pulls up alongside her and he asks, "I'm pretty sure Little Mermaids like you outta be tucked up on the sea bed right now, Missy."

And his heart cracks, just a little, when she looks up at him with big, watery eyes and says, "I wanna go to Nana's."

"OK?" Billy asks, a little confused, and Holly's bottom lip starts to quiver,

"Mommy was crying again. And Daddy was saying mean things. And they woke me up and it was scary and I didn't like it so I'm gonna go to Nana's house. Nana's always nice."

And, oh, Billy gets that. And he remembers how he used to run away sometimes too, only he had no Nana around, so he'd take himself down to the beach, somewhere where his tears could get masked by the spray of the ocean, and his muffled sobs were drowned out by the crash of the waves.

But that was California. And this is Hawkins. And it's a hell of a lot colder here. And he's always had a soft spot for little Holly and the way she'd try so hard at her lessons and how pleased she was when he taught her how to dolphin dive and how she'd always give him a great big hug at the end of his lessons, burrowing right into his chest and telling him he was her favourite ever teacher.

So of course he tells her to hop on in, explains that it's a little too late to go waking up her grandma, but hey, he'll give her a ride home, and he gets her settled in the passenger seat, cranking up the heat and bundling her up in his way-too-big denim jacket, and the two of them drive around the streets, Holly chattering about the noises that woke her up, the banging and the 'bad words' and the yelling, getting herself all upset again until Billy distracts her by getting her to choose a tape to put on, and Holly spends the rest of the short drive bobbing her head adorably to Metallica, her fingers tip tapping the beat on the well-loved Bedtime Bear she's got perched on her lap.

And she hadn't really gotten herself too far away from her house so she can't have been out long, but Billy's still kinda surprised when no one comes running out to greet them both, half expecting to round the corner and see a distraught Karen and a whole crowd of police officers and search dogs and nosy neighbours congregating on the manicured lawn. But instead, there's nothing. No sign of anyone until he walks up the path and rings the doorbell and Nancy's the one who answers. She takes one look at Holly, still with Billy's jacket falling off her shoulders, and the confusion on her face twists into fury. She reaches out to tug Holly towards her, wrenching her little hand roughly out of Billy's grip and shoving her back into the house, before she's stepping forward to glare up at Billy, spitting venom as she hisses,

"Billy? What the hell? What have you been doing with my little sister?"

And Billy's taken aback by the anger in her eyes and the accusation in her tone, and he can't help but get defensive, sounding just as vicious when he growls out,

"Your precious little sister was out wandering the streets in the middle of the night, and it looks like you didn't even have a clue she was missing. So how about you can it with that attitude, Miss Priss?"

And Nancy doesn't have an answer to that, but she does reach over to Holly and try to pull Billy's jacket away from her, only for Holly to cling onto it, stamping her foot and saying, "No! It's mine! Billy said it made me look badass." And as she lisps the curseword, Nancy shoots Billy another of those filthy looks, and Billy glares back, entirely unmoved,

"Hey, from what she was telling me, the lil gremlin's been hearing much worse coming outta Mom and Pop's mouths recently. So maybe you should try acting like a big sister once in a while and keep an eye on her?"

And he leans around Nancy to give Holly a smile and a wave, watching as she twirls away down the hall with the jacket pooling at her knees, before he turns back to Nancy, voice cold and serious as he says, "I mean it, Wheeler. Jesus, just give her a damn hug then put on a movie and turn up the volume. Cause hearing shit like that? It's not nice for a kid. Kinda fucks you up. Believe me, I know."

#cherrywrites #not harringrove #but billy!#and lil Holly cause hey. i love her #i have a whole universe of these two being buddies

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bluetooththereptilethethird · 2 years

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Beloved

Yandere werewolf clark Kent x fem reader (vampire au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Summary: Your life finally changes for the better…

Tw: mentions of pregnancy, labor and death

With a final cry of agony suddenly the immense pain left you, letting your sweat-covered body fall onto the damp sheets. You were nauseous and the dizziness made the world circle around you, you had finally passed it without dying! The realization made you let out a sigh of relief as you panted for air, your senses coming back to you as your body calmed down from the harsh labor.

The sound of your baby's cry hit your ears as soon as the storm inside you calmed down; making you gather the leftovers of your energy so you could lift your head. Your blurry vision caught the silhouette of Martha, your baby's grandmother who was wrapping the baby in a towel making you smile. The smell of blood filled your nostrils, making you realize what you had laid upon at the moment, but you couldn't move away from the dirty sheets, you had lost all of your power trying your best to survive giving birth to a baby that Martha had called "too big, just like its father" when you had let her examine your belly at your last month of pregnancy.

You could hear people around you whisper as they moved around, the cheering sound of the crowd outside the cottage reaching to you. "It's a boy!" You could recognize Kara's voice as she happily told the crowd, that the fact that more than hundreds of people were after knowing you were giving birth to their leader's child, waiting for hours outside of your home was not a concern for you, all you were thinking was water, your throat was dry because of the constant screaming, but you had to wait to earn a sip of it.

"There there Y/N..." Karen's voice made you turn your head to her as she touched your arm, gently picking you up by putting her hands behind your knees and back, making you wince as pain rushed into your body. "Shhh! It's over now! It's over!" She cooed as she put you down on the clean sheets, letting you rest as she and Martha started to wipe down the blood and other fluids off of your body.

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Some time passed and you were drifting to sleep when you felt Martha's gentle voice "Don't you want to see your son?" You hummed in her response as you opened your eyes, trying to sit straight despite the pain, the placenta just had come out of your body and it was hard to move around with your muscles sore. With some help from Kara, you sat in a more straight position as Martha handed you your baby, helping you adjust your hands right so you could keep the heavy boy in your arms.

"He's heavy!" You said as you looked down at him, the boy yawning as you talked. He had such fair skin for a baby, his little fist poking out of the blanket that he was wrapped into. Others chuckled at hearing that. "I'd told you, honey! He is a big boy...just like his father!" The mentioning of the father made your smile falter, you had expected him to be there, but was not, which made you sad. But if it labor was done he was going to come back soon, the others must have taken him away to hunt so he was not there when you were in agony, they knew Clark would interfere if he was there, the guy had such a soft spot for you.

You gently touched the black locks of hair on your son's head as you sighed, not believing that you had given birth to a person, all those months of pregnancy still felt unreal. "How did he fit in there?" Kara asked and made the other ladies in the room laugh at her question. "That's a mystery!" One of the ladies said, "You'll find out when you become a mother one day!" Another one said making Kara make a face. "Oh no thank you I don't need a baby! I just needed to see how hard it's to give birth and by watching Y/N I can say I'm not going to ever think about having a baby of my own!" This made the ladies laugh even louder, only to be shushed by Martha "Shh! Don't you see the baby is sleeping? Y/N is tired too!"

You smiled at your mother-in-law's concern, she always had treated you well. Since the time you were found in the woods by his son, Clark, covered in wounds and nearly dying, Martha had treated you like a part of her family. If it was not for her kindness, other women in the pack wouldn't have warmed up to you, casting you out. "So what is the name of this big boy?" Karen said as she sat next to you, brushing your hair out of the way with her hand. You chuckled, leaning to her, your husband's cousin Karen was more like a sister to you now. You shrugged at her question, making her frown. "You mean you and that big bear haven't thought of anything?" "Well Clark had said he wanted to name the baby after his father...so I think it would be Jonathan..." you said making Karen smile, pleasing your mate's family was the best strategy, you had learned this through the years you had lived as a normal human in the pack.

You leaned back to the pillows as you groaned, letting some of the baby's weight rest on your chest. You were thankful to the old gods, that your situation as the Alpha's mate was secure now that you had given birth to an heir, and no one dared to even question your place. When you had run away from the piercing bullets of your master's guards you had thought of many scenarios for your future but this.

After your resistance to the new masters' invitations, you were immediately thrown into one of the dark rooms of your master's mansion, where he'd punish you severely. But Rosie and Jacob had helped you run away, well partly, because one of the maids had told your master about your friends' plan and when they were helping you go off of the tall walls of your master's residence, they were both shot and killed by the guards, and if you hadn't had fallen and ran away into the woods quickly, you'd get shot as well.

It was not easy for you to move on when you knew people of the town near the mansion and your master's men were after you, and your friends' death were adding to your trauma. But you had managed to run a few good miles before the sun went down, but the experience you had with the monsters roaming the fields was not that great. Three days and nights of a nightmarish trip were needed for you to get into the eastern forest, where the largest werewolf pack of the dark lands lived. You were not aware of that though, you were just running away from your master, and without any food or water, wounded by the monsters, you had collapsed onto the forest's ground thinking that it was your end. But the gods had other plans for you.

You were found by none other than the alpha of the pack himself, Clark Kent, the mighty werewolf and the ultimate alpha of the east. He had helped you by taking you in, letting his mother take care of you. You had heard werewolves were extremely hostile to outsiders but Clark and his family were genuinely nice. But nothing good came without a price. Clark was interested in you, his mother had told you so many times, that you were the most beautiful woman in his pack to him, which was a pretty good compliment, the pack was filled with capable and wonderful ladies and he had chosen you! To him you were smart and even though you were weak for hunting or fighting, you were useful at helping the women of the pack.

Clark was a kind man, a wise leader, and a good son to his family. Though his feud with the vampires in the capital made him turn ruthless when he faced his enemies. At one point, when your wounds were healed and you were strong enough to leave the pack, you had to decide to stay or leave. If you left you had zero chance of survival and if you stayed, you had to be a member of the pack, either by turning or marriage. And since you didn't want to die, you gave in and accepted Clark's courting gifts.

It all started with little gifts, like treats or clothes, then when you progressed through the process the gifts turned into stuff that showed how much he was capable of providing for his family and soon-to-be mate. He built a cottage on his own, he brought large beasts that he had hunted down by empty hand, and he'd help you in chores as the gifts turned into acts of service or help to show what a capable mate he was. And at a full moon's night, you finally decided to give him the answer, yes, making Clark happy. But you didn't realize the danger of your decision.

From the moment you were marked no one but his family was allowed to touch you, anyone's scent but his family's and his was a red flag for Clark, and he dealt with red flags very harshly. You couldn't be on your own when you were outside and if you were going to leave without telling anyone you'd be punished by staying in the cottage, where the judging looks of other women and Clark's family were on you all the time. A human was truly accepted when they had proven themselves to the pack either by creating new members or joining in as werewolves, and you were stressed out by the fact that you had to have a child soon or your situation would get worse.

Clark was oblivious to all of that, as a mate he was too delusional, thinking you were still timid around him. He was a large man, who towered over the tallest of his pack's members, so maybe it was why you hid in his mother's house? Surely it was not because you were afraid of him right? Clark was big at everything and as a mere human, you were afraid that when he was getting into the mating season you wouldn't survive to see the end of it. But your opinions were ignored when you were pushed into having Clark's child. Clark had proved that you were at the end of your mate's and his family's chain of importance when it came to having opinions of your own, countless times.

And now you were having his child in your arms, free of the weight of the baby and his movements in your womb. Suddenly the door of the cottage was slammed open as Clark walked in, his eyes wide, searching around to find you and his child resting in the living room. He had moved the bed into the larger space in the last weeks of your pregnancy due to his mother's advice who was aware of the fact that your labor needed the help of so many people who couldn't walk around in the bedroom freely. You smiled at him as you moved Jonathan in your arms, hearing his heavy steps as he walked to you two. He knelt next to you as he watched you closely, looking for any sign of discomfort in your features, his brows furrowed in worry. Your smile grew wider when you noticed his worry, giving him a reassuring nod before whispering "Meet little Jonathan!". Clark's eyes gleamed at hearing the name, pleased that you had chosen his father's name for your son.

He looked down at the baby in your arms, rubbing his cheek with the back of his large fingers. "Hello little guy..." he said, his voice filled with glee. He then frowned slightly, making you let out a questioning hum. "Why is he so big?" The ladies in the room burst into laughter at hearing that. "It's your son dummy! He has his father's blood!" Kara said as she smacked Clark's shoulder. Jonathan jolted slightly at the sudden noise and opened his eyes, looking up at you two. Clark got worried that he might start crying but the boy just stared at his father before yawning, opening his small mouth to the fullest extent. "Look at you little champ...your mom did all the work and you are the one yawning?" You chuckled at Clark who talked to the baby with a serious face.

The voice of your laughter made him turn to you again. "Thank you beloved..." he said as his blue eyes looked into yours. He leaned in and kissed your lips passionately. "Oi! Keep that stuff to yourself, people are watching!" Karen said, making Clark pull away quickly and clear his throat and start to thank the ladies for their help like nothing had happened. You looked down at your son once more, as you pondered to yourself. Your fate could be worse, but now you were in a warm bed, holding your baby, instead of the cold embrace of a grave. you hoped Rosie and Jacob were happy as they watched you from above.

#yandere #yandere dc #yandere superman #yandere batman #yandere clark kent #werewolf #werewof Clark kent #vampire au #fem reader #yandere x reader #yandere x fem reader

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Beloved

Yandere werewolf clark Kent x fem reader (vampire au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Summary: Your life finally changes for the better...

Tw: mentions of pregnancy, labor and death

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#yandere superman #yandere batman #yandere #yandere dc #dc #dc comics #vampire au #werewolf clark kent #fem reader #yandere x reader

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