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daryl-fucking-dixon · 1 year ago

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theres no better way to break in a new blog then posting NSFW ABCs that absolutely nobody asked for

listen to be honest with y'all I have a crazy sex drive and if I'm in the apocalypse with DARYL DIXON, then um! you better believe I want dick 25/8 (AND BEST BELIEVE ILL GET IT)

im really doing this because its almost like I'm decluttering my brain

CREDITS CREDITS CREDITSS!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ☆- We all know Daryl would clean you up and comfort you after sex, he's not the type to fuck and dump.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ☆- I just feel like Daryl is a major tit guy. He loves them all. Small, big, saggy, he does not care. If it can fit in his hand and his mouth then there's not a single complaint.

☆- Daryl favors his arms, and he feels like a big strong man when you latch onto his bicep.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ☆- Like I said once, and will be saying for the rest of my life, Daryl Dixon would love to creampie you.

☆- Facials?? He wants to cum all over your face and then fuck you missionary so he can watch the way his release runs down in your mouth and on your cheeks.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ☆- Daryl Dixon's dirty little secret is that he keeps a pair of your underwear to jerk off with when he goes on long runs. (The longer you wore them for the absolute better)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ☆- Before the world ended Daryl didn't exactly have much sex, only a few hook-ups that happened in dark alleys when he was blasted on hard drugs.

☆- Season 1-4 Daryl would be completely lost. A total clutz when he's ripping your shirt off with trembling hands and very sloppily moving his lips against yours, eager yet needy.

☆- Season 5-11 Daryl wouldn't be as clueless after getting older, taking your shirt off first before pulling you closer by the waist, kissing you slowly and much more coordinated.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

☆- Cowgirl. Ride him to your hearts content. He loves loves loves being underneath you, moaning and whimpering as you bounce on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

☆- He's too gone in pleasure to be funny or sexy

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ☆- Daryl is definitely hairy, but not too crazy. He's got a dark happy trail leading into thick pubes that rest rest above his base.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

☆- It depends on how clingy Daryl is and how stimulated he is. He likes to wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your neck so he can mark the skin.

☆- Some nights are filled with pure lovemaking, Daryl panting needily against you as he moans in your ear.

"Love ya so fuckin' much, so glad yer mine"

"Prettiest girl I ever seen, wanna make ya feel good"

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

☆- On those nights when he goes on long runs, all by himself with nothing but the song of nature around him, his head fills with all the memories of the softness of your body, inside and out.

☆- He often finds himself holding the fabric of your underwear against his face, whimpering into them as he twist his wrist and tease his tip, thinking about how badly he wanted to be buried deep inside your warm heat.

☆- Once just isn't enough for him. He'll stroke himself completely empty to the thought of you. The sounds of his very needy moans and wet drag of his cum-coated hand overrode the sound of nature.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

☆- DARYL DIXON CERTIFIED BREEDING KINK.

☆- Daryl also has a choking kink that works both ways.

☆- He loves to grip your throat from behind and watch how your face contorts with every thrust, listening to your breathless and choked-off moans.

☆- He also loves to watch the way you bounce on his cock, steadying yourself with your hands tightly around his neck, riding him desperately for your own pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

☆- Everywhere. If he can put your back against it, he can fuck you against it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

☆- You. No matter what you do, just once long glance and Daryl goes weak in his knees, biting his lips as his cock stirs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

☆- Don't clown me but threesome. Daryl Dixon does not like to share his woman, friend or foe. He wants no other man to lay his hands, eyes, or dick on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

☆- We all know that Daryl loves to eat pussy. Not matter how long or how many times he's done it, he will not get tired of the taste of you on his tongue and lingering in his mouth afterwards.

☆- He also loves getting head from you. The way you swirl your tongue around his tip and suck it drives his eyes into the back of his skull, a deep groan coming from his chest. Daryl is honestly an oral lover.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

☆- A pretty good combination of both. Depending on the mood, the night starts sensually with lots of eager kisses and roaming hands, Daryl's hips sloppily and lazily thrusting into you at first.

☆- When eager kisses become slow and deep, that's when lazy thrusts become quick and controlled, his cock sliding deeper into your velvety walls. Sometimes Daryl gets so wrapped up in how good he feels, he can't help how fast his hips start to snap against you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

☆- Only if it's absolutely safe. The first quickie you two ever had was horrifically cut short by a random walker almost biting the bare flesh of Daryl's neck, mid-orgasm at that!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

☆- He'd be iffy about a few things depending on what they are. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you in bed, but he also never wants to deny you of what you want. (I have no fucking clue what this letter means guys)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

☆- On the nights where Daryl just needs to not think, he can go for as many rounds as his body can physically handle. He can last for a while during the first round, but it's after the second and third when he starts to struggle. He needily fucks the both of you completely stupid, only being done when a harsh dry orgasm rocks his entire world, gasping and sobbing against you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

☆- When Daryl finds your vibrator hidden behind your pillow, he gets a little curious and tries it on himself, sitting on the bed and taking his cock out, stroking himself a few times before clicking the button, feeling the toy buzz to life.

☆- He bites his lip rough when he presses it to his tip, a loud, choked whimper ripping from his throat.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

☆- Daryl only teases you when you tease him. The way you not so innocently bat your lashes at him and firmly grip his bicep gets him riled up for the day and gets you in a world of trouble for the night.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

☆- Daryl is typically a quiet guy, but he can get pretty loud in bed. A lot of the times he muffles any moans or whimpers into the soft skin of your shoulder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

☆- Talked about this with one of my mutuals but I think Daryl would be a little bit into knifeplay. Nothing major, he just finds it really hot your life is quite literally in his hands.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

☆- Daryl definitely has a curved dick. It's a good solid eight inches and he's pretty thick. Circumcised as well.

☆- There's a long vein that runs along the underside, and a few more that become more prominent when he's hard.

☆- His tip is a cherry red and quite sensitive due to nerve damage. (from said circumcise)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

☆- Daryl used to barely think about sex, especially in the apocalypse. He'd still jerk off every so often, but not really that often. Only when he had nothing else to do, or really needed to stop thinking, which meant he was gonna jerk off for quite a while.

☆- His sex drive went through the roof after he met you, he simply couldn't get enough. It had only taken a few times before he was completely addicted to your body, and craved it each time he was away. he jerks off much more and much longer now

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

☆- It depends how many times he came. Sometimes he'll literally pass out right on top of you, still inside you.

☆- Most nights however he usually has enough strength to clean you up, and crawl into bed next to you, pulling you closer to his sturdy chest with his arms securely wrapped around you.

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peddlestox-shinyrocks · 2 months ago

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Starlit Family

"Come see family for Starlight?"

After many, many assurances from his sister, Koana was back in Sharlayan. Not for long, only until the next ship docked, but he was indeed back.

He met with a few of his previous classmates and teachers, politely asking about how they were and being asked in return. They were not why he was here, though.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her wave to two other lalafell walking towards the Last Stand before running towards them. Her family, he thinks, though aside from both being Dunesfolk they look nothing like her. He's put a bit at ease. Her running off yet terrifies him, even if she was safe here.

He watches and follows them from his distance. Only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see the fierce eyes of another hhet- no, they're miqo’te here - miqo’te. "I dun appreciate y'followin' me mate an' 'is family, matey."

"His family happens to include a friend of mine."

"Issat so?"

It was brief, but Koana remembers hearing and reading about how his Meracydian kin, those found prominently in Eorzea, tended to be territorial - of land, of friends, of family. Seeker males, like the one before him and, according to what he's been told about his looks, himself most especially given how Nunh and Tias operate. This certainly feels like it, at least.

"Yes," he responds as a taller elezen man joins them. "Her name is Peddlestox." The elezen looks surprised at that while the miqo'te stares him down.

"An' who ye be then?"

He debates on giving them his more miqo’te name. It's what the people of Sharlayan really know him by. But he is no longer a student trying to hide from unwanted attention. Still... "Koana," is all he says. They don't need to know he's the new Dawnservant.

"Yer the lovecatte?!" A pause as the three of them stare at each other.

"I'm what?"

The three of them moved to a more private spot just close enough to where they could see the bright pink and orange lalafells in the distance. The miqo’te introduced himself as Reckless. An odd name for a miqo’te, but he was adopted by a band of pirate roegadyn. The elezen was Hadrefort. The latter was the husband of the lalafell in orange who adopted both of the pink lalas and the former was the husband of the male of the two.

"Th' whole family's like that. We got a' least one o' ev'ry race now."

"My family is like that as well, though not as large. My sister is a xbr'aal or hrothgar as you know them while my other brother and father were mamool ja."

Reckless nods. "Ah like m' niece!" At the green miqo's stare he adds, "She was taken in by me... Llymlaen's tits 'ow do we explain this family... er... me brother's mate's brother's family who's also cousins wit me mate." He scrunches his nose up in distaste. "The Badaeux family in Ishgard who we'll be goin' wit t' visit Hadrefort's family an' 'ave a big ol' Starlight dinner."

Koana's eyes widened. It couldn't be... "The Badaeux family... the same one a Xynal Badaeux hails from?"

"Th' very one! Y' met 'im?"

He nods. "He volunteered to adopt a small mamool ja who lost her family in the attack on Tuliyolal."

"Ye'll meet 'er then. An' 'er older siblings."

He smiles. "I'm glad Peddlestox has a large happy family then." He looks at them puzzled when the other two grimace and share a look with one another.

"It is not my place to say if she has not told you," Hadrefort starts, "but given the situation and that you are indeed the lovecatte she has told us about ("You still have not explained that.") as her adopted father of sorts I personally believe you should know. Especially as we travel to my home." Koana looks at him closely, purple eyes narrowed. "Peddlestox's... nay Wawasei's family is very much alive and determined to bring her back in their life."

The other frowns, remembering attempts when he was younger to rekindle himself with a few hhetsaro tribes before his father stopped altogether. "Do they not get along?"

"Naw mate," Reckless adds. "She wants t' travel an' sell an' they want 'er t' come 'ome and get married so's they can be on th' Syndicate."

And Koana doesn't know what to make of that. Was she a noble then? Or some equivalent like he was? Was this arranged for her or a person she picked herself? Who exactly were the Syndicate and why would this marriage necessitate whether or not her parents join? "I'm not sure I am understanding."

"O' right, yer not frum 'ere. Th' Syndicate 're like a council in Ul'dah made up o' all th' most wealthy people. Th' man Kwas' s'pose t' marry is givin' 'er parents enough they may be close." Koana gives a severe frown. "Yah an' that ain't all: they got 'ired 'elp t' find an' bring 'er back." Koana's thoughts immediately went to Wawkesa and his merry band.

"To our knowledge, she has been taken back once, almost twice without the aid of Viggybun, and through a fellow friend of the family we know there are people in every part of Eorzea looking for her."

"I suppose for the time being, it is just as well she has lost the goblin mask."

They nod. "I dun think they know t' look fer 'er wit'out it."

Well, he certainly feels ever more confident in his decision to accompany her here. He hears his sister's voice in his furry ears that this may be a culture of his friend's family that he should be respectful of. And perhaps that may be true. But if she ran away not once but twice and is still running, it's not one she herself is participating in, and he's not going to force her to. Doubly so as it seems the man people around her also don't care for it. So... "Even if they do, they will have me to go through."

There's a low whistle from Reckless. "Peddlestox I approve of yer man." Koana doesn't get the chance to say anything as the other puts his hand to his ear for a link pearl call. "Yah, me firecracker?" A pause. "We ain't scarin' off th' interest." Another pause. "If ye says it's good we can have a bit o' grub." He shrugs. "We'll join ye in a bit." He puts his hand down. "Husband's ordered us t' th' messhall." He grins. "Prepare t' meet th' most fiery mage on th' continent."

"Not the star?" Hadrefort questions as he starts to make his way, Reckless following.

"If 'e asks me point blank, yes. But Brammy is also a strong contender."

The elezen nods. As Koana joins them, he hangs back and says quietly, "For what little it is worth, I too am glad that you and Peddlestox are friends."

(my attempts at humor ladies and gentlemen)

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #dawntrail spoilers #dt spoilers #lalafell oc

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chaisshitposts · 1 year ago

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hey chai, i just wanted to say that, i am proud of you for not letting that post get to you. it almost got to me too lol but i just ignored it bc THIS IS MY REALITY(duh) but what made me not waver is the FACT that, thats their belief, and NOT mine. so it doenst apply to me, their word is NOT the end all be all and we create our own realities and our OWN meanings. thats their reality and dont let them get to you. youve worked TOO hard to allow ONE persons perspective challenge you. so happy that you prevailed. WE GOT INTO THE VOID ALREADY, WE ARE ARE LIVING OUR DESIRED LIVES. fuck everything that doesnt resonate with us. luv ya

(also can i be your sea otter anon, im using me laptop rn so i cant use emojis lmao, so lets pretend the sea otter emoji is here)

(also i will be coming with a success story soon, thank you so so so much for help, you are the best)

:((((( you're so sweet oml ty for yer kind words, I really appreciate them!!! I'm glad we both managed to prevail in the end! things can only go up from here!!! and yee haw I'll be here for yer success and we shall celebrate!!! :D 🫶🏾💕

#— chai's asks. !! ~#— 🦦 anon. !!~#we shall PROSPER #i appreciate ya 🦦 anon :( i truly do #ya didnt even need to send in such sweet words and yet ya did--- i truly appreciate that and you

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askthesawyers · 3 months ago

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She wasn't even coherent, not knowing who Lizard was., eyes half lidded...pawing at him.

Lizard broke into a sob. Holding her close. He lost everything he had. He took too long. He wasn't there. It should've been him..after all,, he was the one who messed up a few months back.. he was the one who left the mines, even if it was accidental..

"I-im...sorry.." He choked out, sobbing into her shirt. Her life slowly faded away, dead.

Lizard cried. He was so horrible to them. He just wanted to make things right..but. now, all he could do was..live. live in their honor, he supposed.

He sniffled.. slowly standing up. He also took something from her. Just a small piece of her red dress. He had tore the bottom a little.

He spedwalk out of the mines, yada yada..silently waving at Choptop and the car. He was bloodied now..probably from his sister. He..looked really..upset.

Choptop stepped out of the truck immediately upon seeing him, waving in return. walking to meet him in the middle of the deserted planes. "yer drenched.. though I'm real glad to see yer safe." He said, his voice soft, nothing like how it usually was.. this experience really shook him up. sorta felt like nam all over again. just.. worse. He didn't want to scoop him up into a hug.. not yet at least, he wanted to know what was up with him, why he appeared to bothered.. though he could already assume the answer. "..any news..?"

#tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #chop top sawyer

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rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team · 5 months ago

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Hello! I wanna know what is the most annoying thing about your boyfriends? For Striker and Asmodeus~

"Well then! I'm not gonna say I like ranting about my darlins, far from it but I do hear theres always something that's gonna drive you crazy, so I don't mind saying it, and since I got two, one for each I say."

Robo I suppose is the one who gets on my nerves the most, love him to death but still, but in terms of one thing I find truly annoying no matter the mood Im in is his clothes bleeding the colors into one of mine, thankfully doesn't happen with my shirt of vest but it happens with other stuff like my pants, jacket and undergarments, did get one pair of hot pink trousers out of it though, which felt good to wear for Pride but still, can't deny it does annoy me deeply more often then not, sometimes I think he does it on purpose...

With Chazwick, contrary to what you might expect, it's not his constant dirty talk and libido, even if I have had to shut his mouth when I need to focus on something. No, it is instead HIS CONSTANT AND EXTENSIVE OCCUPATION OF THE DAMN BATHROOM!!! The shark will take an hour or more in there constantly, just getting ready for whatever, even if we're spending the day inside, and then there his hair gel sliming up the counter or clogging the sink, He pulls off the look he puts on, no doubt about it, I just wished it didn't incovenince as much as it did, glad we got him a vanity so it's not AS common but satan be damned..."

"Sounds like love to me! I do enjoy hearing you talk about them, my offer for the move is still open by the way if you do need more space!"

"Hush ya overly big cxck, talk about yer clown already..."

"Ah yes! Well I don't have many problems with Fizz, I'd call him an Angel if they were actually decent. But like all relationships, there's pet peeves, but... Honestly my biggest gripe is a bit more serious.

I cannot describe how much I worry for him, and it's all because my Fizz, could not hold back or think things through fully to save his life. Even if I met three of my best employees because of one of those times doesn't change it makes me worry.

He's stubborn, more then even myself and is a hard sell on nearly anything you try to convince him of if he thinks differently, even if it's something clear or even something that would make him feel better, and when he puts his mind to something he barely ever will back out even if it'd be for the best.

Or the fact I had to ward the kitchen appliances against him so the penthouse won't explode in the middle of the night, either or I suppose"

#~gold. grins. and grit~ [striker]#~feather soft flames~ [ozzie]#~frolicking feathered fun~ [ozzie x fizz]#//why the hell have I not made a ship tag for Striker Chaz and Robo? XD #ask reply #had a lot of fun with this one to be fair #thought it was cute ^^

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splatoon-edits · 1 year ago

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hiiiii i looked at all yer stuff for like probably an hour and now im super inspired to make my own icons, am i able to use your transparents for that and post them? i can leave credit as well

Yeah of course!!! I love seeing people make things with my transparents! I'm glad i could inspire you to make icons as well!

I know that it can sometimes be tedious to make your own transparents, so i encourage you to use mine instead lol. They may not be perfect, but it's at least a starting point!

#mod shiver #mod speaks

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phantomdoofer · 1 year ago

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Chapter 6: Ad essere onesti

Giuseppe walked slowly through the small town that had popped up around Peppino's pizzeria and the NTV tower since Pizzahead's fall. His agents were spread out, discreetly keeping an eye on the few people he was worried about. So far, they'd not reported anything unusual - other than the biggest Peppino clone chasing the Noise into NTV. The residents didn't seem to know how to respond to Giuseppe - some greeted him cautiously, others eyed him suspiciously. A few seemed like they wanted to take a swing at him, but thought better of it.

He looked around, surprised at what he saw. This is actually pretty nice - populated, but quiet. I think I'll like living here. He'd thought about seeing if he could track down Anita, but she'd made it very clear the last time they spoke she wanted to be alone. The thought stabbed him in the heart, as it always did. After Gustavo died, her heart broke. So did mine. She'd left the force not long after, and disappeared into the wild like she'd said she wanted to.

Giuseppe hoped she was still alive.

Suddenly someone slapped him in the back of the head. Che diavolo-?

"Hey, fat man, you out for a walk?" a sneering voice spoke behind him. "Finally decided to-"

Noise squeaked like a rubber ducky as Giuseppe wrapped a hand around his neck and lifted him off the ground. "Eeep," he managed to work through the iron grip.

Giuseppe gave him his most malicious grin. "You must be that one Peppino mentioned. The Noise."

"Ygs," Noise gargled. Oh crap, this guy's not Peppino! This guy's gonna use me for a chew toy!

"You seem to be mistaken. I'm his brother, Giuseppe. I'll be moving here soon. We may look alike, but I'm not my brother. I suggest you remember that. I may not play so...nice."

Noise squeaked again. Peppino didn't play nice with him at all. It cost him a lot of money to keep getting his teeth replaced.

About that time, an official-looking Cheeseslime oozed up. "There a problem here, sir?

Giuseppe looked down at the Cheeseslime. This one wore boots, gloves, a badge, and a cowboy hat, and had a hard look in his eyes. In fact, one of his eyes was focused on him, with a cross-hair design that looked very familiar. He smiled. "No, sir, no problem. Just a little case of mistaken identity." He released the Noise, who gasped. "Isn't that right, sir?"

Noise nodded vigorously. "Oh yeah, definitely. I was just saying sorry. Later, Vigi!" he called over his shoulder as he ran off.

Vigi looked up at Giuseppe. "You do look mighty like Peppino." He left the sentence hanging, and Giuseppe let it hang. Finally, Vigi huffed, then grinned. "You look like you could fold 'im up like a pretzel, 'stead of just knocking his teeth in. The Noise can be a problem, I apologize. But try not to hurt 'im too much, eh?"

Giuseppe smiled back. He understood perfectly. "Absolutely, officer, sorry it came to that. He took me by surprise, that's all. No harm intended."

Vigi nodded. "Good, good. Heard you say you were movin' here? We got lots of places bein' built. Glad to have you here, long as you don't cause trouble." He handed him a pamphlet. "Here's some suggestions if you don't already know."

"Thank you, Sheriff. I already have some prospects, but I'll keep this in mind." Giuseppe saluted by reflex.

Vigi saluted back. "Another war vet, eh? I was too young, but my pappy was in it. He didn't come back." He shook his head. "You lookin' for work? I could use skilled people like you. We don't have many trained yet."

"Thank you, but no, I'm looking to retire," Giuseppe said, "perhaps I could give your men some pointers."

"All right," Vigi said. "You change yer mind, you let me know." He saluted again and walked off.

Giuseppe saluted back and smiled. Not a bad guy. He looked at the brochure. It looked basic, but had a surprising amount of info - housing, restaurants, the works. Everything a new resident would need. That Noise character may own a lot of this, but somebody else who really loves this place made this.

He pocketed the brochure and kept walking. Have to make sure to get back to Peppino's tonight, don't want to miss this...

~~~~

Peppino plopped the mop into the bucket and wiped the sweat from the top of his head with a towel. Done. Drying time, then I can head home. He sat down. On Saturdays he closed the shop and did a thorough cleaning and inventory - cleaned the oven, the windows, the freezer, the surfaces. We do that during the week, too, but... Peppino didn't want to admit that he really didn't have much to do outside of work. He'd never had time, or money. His pizzeria was his life. Now he actually had free time occasionally. But for what? He worked with his best friend. His love life had been dead since before he was in the Army. He didn't have any hobbies other than trying out new recipes, and he was in a bit of a rut on that front lately. He patted his belly and snorted. I'd start running, but there's not enough road around here for me to get up to a speed that would be meaningful. And I'd probably break a treadmill. That's the problem with having special abilities - sometimes they get in the way!

He glanced down - the floor was dry already. He hopped down and carried the mop and bucket to the back to dump before he left. Maybe Gustavo's up to something interesting. He glanced out the window - Noisette's Cafe, newly built across the street, was open. Since Peppino's was closed, it was bustling. Maybe I should try the food there. Then he remembered Vigilante telling him about some of Noisette's more interesting "ideas," and thought better of it.

As he turned to go to the back, someone knocked on the door. "Sorry, we're-a closed! We'll open at eleven tomorrow," he called loudly over his shoulder.

They knocked again. Oh per l'amor del cielo. "I'm SORRY but we're CLOSED!"

Knock knock knock

"FIGLIO DI PUTTANA!" Peppino roared, "can't you-a read the-!"

He turned around. Giuseppe was standing outside, holding a plastic bag, making a key-turning motion, and grinning hugely.

Peppino slammed his mouth shut, unlocked the door, and let his brother in, locking the door back behind him.

Giuseppe set the bag down. "Haven't heard that one since Anita left the force," he said with a grin. "I found a place over on the other side of town that makes a respectable Chicken Tikka Marsala. Thought you might like to share."

Peppino was surprised. He was planning on eating at home, but... "Well, if you're offering."

They ate for several minutes in companionable silence, the spicy sauce gently burning on the tongue. Their bellies full, Giuseppe sat back. "Took a walk around this little town today. I think I like it."

Peppino quirked an eyebrow. "I would've-a thought your people would've told you everything you need to know."

Giuseppe chuckled. "My 'people' are mostly kids, fresh out of training. Good people, smart, but most of them are green. They're too busy looking for threats, so they miss small stuff. And I like to look myself." He spun his finger in a circle. "Most of the experienced ones are out looking for Pizzahead right now. In fact, that's part of why I'm here. They're making an announcement about it today - in a few minutes, in fact. And the big one about the clones, too."

Peppino's stomach clenched a bit. Should I really be worried? The people around here already know about me and Fake. But... "I hope they're-a prepared for what happens after."

Giuseppe sighed. "They've made plans, but it'll never be enough. I think it'll mainly be a few firebrands that cause trouble though, and most of them were already being observed. Riots, maybe, protests definitely. All the clones are under protective watch until things calm down." He looked outside, and rubbed the side of his leg, where Peppino realized a wicked-looking pistol was hostered. "I wanted to be here with you... just in case."

Peppino's eyes bulged a bit. "You don't mean to...?"

Giuseppe looked down and laughed. "Oh, no. This is a little something R&D cooked up. Knock out anything from a Cheeseslime to a pissed-off Ogre in three seconds if you know how to use it." He patted it. "We try to keep it non-lethal when we can."

Peppino relaxed. I still have a lot to learn about him. And how much is he allowed to tell? "You said it would-a be on soon? Which channel?" He moved to turn the TV on.

"National News should have the clearest coverage," Giuseppe said. "But they'll all be there. This is a big one."

Just as Peppino turned the power on, he heard "-tional News special report." Good timing. He sat back down, both watching intently.

An elderly general walked to a podium. Giuseppe grinned. "Old General Grey," he said, "I thought he retired. He was in charge of our program back during the war. Guess he insisted on being the one to break it." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "I don't like him much, but he'll tell it straight."

The old general cleared his throat. "Good afternoon. A few months ago, many of you may have heard of the incident known as the Pizza Tower. While this incident was resolved by a group of private citizens, we have had it, and it's owner, under investigation for several years." He cleared his throat again. "Many of you have now heard allegations that one of these citizens encountered several individuals in the Tower that appeared to be clones. While the process involved in the creation of these beings was flawed, we have decided to reveal that cloning is an actual, usable technology."

The room started to erupt in questions, but the General held up a hand. "Please hold all questions until I have concluded."

They quieted down.

"Thank you. Cloning technology is a form of Old Technology that is quite rare. Thirty years ago, the decision was made to use this technology in conjunction with military training to create a special forces program for this nation. The details are as follows..."

Peppino listened raptly as the General outlined the whole sordid thing: kidnappings, cloning, espionage, and military operations, especially their involvement in the War. The number of clones measured in the hundreds, with more suspected elsewhere.

"...we would like to emphasize that these cloned individuals are considered citizens of this nation, with all the rights and restrictions of a natural-born individual. All the cloned individuals in question have already been briefed on their origins and nature. While we will not be releasing their names for privacy reasons, we leave it to them whether they will reveal their origins. The program in question was disbanded after the last war, and no clones have been produced by our government since. We deeply regret this violation of rights and trust, and will continue to work to make amends for what was deemed, at the time, a necessary evil."

Giuseppe growled. "No offense General, but you can't give us our lives back. Or bring back the ones we lost." He twisted the leather bracelet on his wrist.

The General flipped the sheaf of papers in front of him. "Now, the owner of the Tower, a Ninda individual named Pizzahead, is wanted for questioning on several disappearances. He has also been documented performing various acts considered crimes against sapiency, and as such has formally been declared a terrorist and war criminal. A search for this individual is ongoing by elements of both police forces and our Special Operations branch. We are offering rewards for any information on this individual, and will be glad for any report of his appearance anyone may have." He stood straighter. "Make no mistake. This is a highly unstable individual. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous. If seen, report to either your local police, or a local military branch if possible. We will provide more information when the situation has developed. I will now take any questions you may have."

As the press room exploded with voices, Peppino turned to Giuseppe. "Just like that, the secret's out," Giuseppe said. He looked out the windows - Noisette's Cafe was well lit, and obviously busy. "You want to step across the way and see how people are taking it?"

Peppino hesitated, but nodded. Between the two of us, we should be able to handle any problems. He stood up, turned off the TV, locked up the shop, and together they crossed the street to the Cafe.

"After you," Giuseppe gestured.

Peppino opened the door, and the smell of coffee and new paint struck him. The cafe was full, mostly with Tower residents. In fact, he saw both Vigilante and Pepperman there. Wonder when he got back. Everyone was staring raptly at the TVs on the wall. Noisette saw Peppino, and rushed from behind the counter.

"Oh, Peppino! Did you hear? They made an announcment about the Tower being investigated! And Pizzahead's wanted! I hope they find him! It sounds so scary! I didn't know about any of that! And all that talk about clones, do you think -" she stopped as Giuseppe stepped in. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" of surprise. "Oh, Peppino, I guess you already knew. First the ones in the Tower, and now this! You have another clone!"

Oh Mio Dio, I guess we're doing this now. Peppino scratched his head and smiled nervously. "A-actually Noisette...I'm-a the clone. This is the original me, Giuseppe."

The cafe went quiet. Vigi jumped down and walked over. He looked up at Giuseppe. "I thought you two looked mighty alike. Thought maybe Peppino had a brother he didn't mention."

Giuseppe cleared his throat. "Really, I consider Peppino my brother. Most of us do. I couldn't mention it til after the announcement." He held out a hand. "Nice to actually meet you."

The Cheeseslime shook his hand. He looked thoughtful.

Pepperman rushed over to the two, making both jump a bit. A giant bell pepper rushing at you could unnerve anyone. "Peppino! This business is so... unsettling! Clones everywhere! You're a clone!" He gasped. "They said Pizzahead did a great deal of cloning, more than even we knew. What if he cloned...us?"

Many of the patrons whispered in agreement. Rather than his own clone status, they seemed more worried about Pizzahead and his shenanigans. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. These guys have seen a lot of weird shit already, just having lived in the tower.

Giuseppe stepped forward and raised his hands. "Just want to remind you there's a major investigation going on. Be sure to report to your local officers. It's very important you provide any information you can, no matter how unimportant it might seem. Pizzahead is dangerous. If any of you notice anything unusually suspicious, report it immediately."

Giuseppe sat down at a vacant table, and Peppino joined him. "Nice-a speech. Did you plan that?"

"No. Just had too much practice. Glad they're reacting well. I bet it's not so quiet elsewhere."

Peppino nodded, as patrons approached them with questions and reports.

Pizzahead has the government on him now. It's only a matter of time.

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Elsewhere, in a dark room, a crumpled figure watched the report condemning Pizzahead. They reached out with a remote, and flicked off the screen.

"Guess it's a good thing we hid, isn't it?" Strange, grotesque figures huddled around them. One of them made a questioning sound.

"No, not yet. We don't want to ruin the surprise."

#peppino pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #peppino #pizza tower fanfic #pizza tower au #pizzatower #pizza tower #pizzahead #noisette #pepperman #giuseppe spaghetti #the vigilante #tower town au

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serpulalacrymans · 11 months ago

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Im Lolita by the way..! Its nice to meet you and speak with you a little bit, Mason. Your aura is very..calming and earthy, I like it..

how long have you been wandering in the woods by now? -🎀

What a pretty lil thang. Thanks for chattin me up, Lolita! And so well behaved.

Glad to make yer acquaintance. I know not a lick of this "aura" stuff, but Imma take that as a compliment. Calming and earthy. Makes me think of moss!

I been in these woods the day I was born, yup. Brought up by a well meanin lot. Taught me my manners, my politeiness, my works. But I been by myself for a few decades now. Aint the most social lifestyle, but its mine and I make do with it.

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goldenguillotines · 2 years ago

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What's a story you never get tired of retelling Naka? Like, one that's funny or makes everyone happy every time you tell it? (if u have one ofc)

"I Mean, have I told ya about hoW I spooked the fuck outta LaMMek?"

"We used ta' be a lot less.. Er.. Buddy buddy! Yeah.. Me and the big shot used ta' be at eachothers throats a lil. Can't blaMe hiM for bein' cautious or anythin'.. Hes uh. Kinda guarded as hell! Even noW. But Man, Ten sWeeps ago? Yeesh. He was a prick. His Words not Mine."

"Though man. He asked Me about purple bloods, he didn't knoW too Many at the tiMe. Every caste got their lil quirks and big guy over there got his land legs only a couple of sWeeps before We started talkin'!"

"Told hiM about eM but kinda fucked With hiM.. since Me and Nis' voodoos aren't yer' typical ones. Said if ya look into My eyes With eM.. Yer' cursed for life.. and they take over Me. Kinda did this whole thing Where I told hiM I don't feel too good.. and then-"

"Pulled this lil' nuMber on hiM. Got all ridged. Looked nervous.. Kinda like he's seen soMethin' siMilar or Maybe not expectin' it! Laughed if off and told hiM I Was kiddin'.. My voodoos aren't like that! The absolute look on his face was priceless- he shoved Me right off the barstool that night!"

->He snickers and his eyes dim pretty quick.. But for those few moments. There was a very faint whisper. Like someone was behind you..

"Mine only Make ya feel yer' eMotions. SoMeone said uh.. My ancestors are pretty fuckin' scary in coMparison.. Kinda very MelloW! So iM glad. I uh.. don't Want people to be scared of My poWers."

"Though I gotta adMit, iM kinda glad My voodoos are all fuckin' Wack and uh. Don't really Work as.. intended? They're pretty Messed up. Don't Wanna iMagine hoW he Would've reacted if they did Work.."

"I think.. uh.. Nishii, Aitre and Hagvin are the only ones Who've seen hoW My voodoos can kinda effect people."

#Nakaou #ic #ask #long #YES.. FINALLY AN IDEA FOR THIS #joy ride #Finally adding to their tag again

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lunajay33 · 2 years ago

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Reunion🌲

Summary: The prison falls and y/n is left alone fighting to survive for her and her unborn child, hoping to be reunited with Daryl and the others so she keeps going hoping one day to see them again

•Masterlist•

It’s been a few days since the prison got attacked by the governor and we all had to run as the walkers swarmed us

I saw some run in different directions, I tried to look for Daryl but I couldn’t find him and I had to run or I’d die and that’s how I got to be alone right now

I was walking through the forest, hungry and looking for scraps of food when I stumbled across a group of men

They surrounded me getting closer

“Ohhhh this one’s mine” one of the guys said that had longer hair

“Dumbass can’t you see she’s pregnant, no clam on her till she’s popped” an older guy said

“You’re with us now sweetie no need to be scared” he said handing me some water which I quickly drank

I followed them too scared get “punished” as they say, I couldn’t risk hurting my baby

We were walking down a long road when we saw a figure ahead on the road just sitting as we got closer I knew that shaggy hair anywhere

I ran ahead of the others as best I could being 5 months pregnant, I quickly kneeled infront and it was him, the love of my life

“Baby it’s you, I found you” I smiled and his face lit up

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close

“My peach, im so glad yer safe” he said kissing all over my face

“Well what do we have here?” Joe asked laughing

I held tight onto Daryl scared of what they might do to him

“This is my boyfriend” I said as my voice trembled

“He’s got a claim on ya?” Joe asked

“Yes” I looked at Daryl to play along

“Ya she’s mine”

“Okay then, let’s go”

~Later that night~

Daryl and I laid on the floor of an abandoned car shop

“Daryl I’m scared” I whispered hoping the others wouldn’t hear as they were on the car

“Shhh baby I’ll protect ya” he said as he ran his hand through my hair

“Hows the baby?” He asked

“Okay I think, I haven’t eat well in a while so I’m sure she’s hungry too” I said as I rubbed my bump

He sat up and rummaged through his garbage bag and took out a pack of muffins he was keeping, he must have found a house that was untouched

“Here eat some” he said handing me a big chocolate muffin

I ate it immediately feeling better now that I have something in my stomach then he handed me another one

“No we have to save them”

“Peach yer pregnant you need to eat more” he smiled

“Ugh fine” I said taking it and eating this one slower

I looked around and it looked like everyone was asleep

“I wanna go”

“Not yet, we have to wait okay?”

“Okay I trust you Daryl” I said as I laid back down against his chest

~Next day~

I woke up and sat up seeing Daryl was awake

“How’d ya sleep?” He asked

“Painfully, my hips hurt” I said and he rubbed them as I leaned forward and he sat behind me

“What if we don’t find the others, what if we don’t find a safe place by the time the baby comes?” I said

“Peach I told ya I’d protect ya and that’s what I’ll do, and we will find the others it’ll be okay” I said wrapping his arms around me from the back

He was always so warm and made me feel better

“I love you so much, im so glad I found you again” I sighed

“I love ya too peach, i love the both of ya”

~Timeskip~

We escaped the horrible group and found Michonne Rick and Carl and we were now on our way to Terminus

We approached the building but Rick decided to go through the back

Daryl helped me over the wall and we entered the back door

One thing led to another and turns out these people were evil, we tried to run but they cornered us, we lined up to get in the train container but they held me back

“Daryl!” I screamed trying to get away

“Let her go” he groaned

“Nah she’s ours now, a plump thing like her is gonna be tasty”

“Please don’t hurt me” I cried trying to get back to Daryl but they dragged me away screaming

He tried to fight his way to me but they knocked him out

Daryl POV~

I woke up to my mouth covered and my hands tied behind my back, I looked around and Rick bob and Glenn were beside me in the same situation

All I could think of though was finding y/n, I just pray they haven’t killed her

One by one they killed the others at the end until there was an explosion outside and garreth left that’s when Rick killed the others

He cut us free and we collected weapons

“Come on we gotta go” Rick said

“But we gotta find y/n” I said

“We can’t” bob said

“I’m not leaving until I have her” I glared as I left and thankfully they followed, we ran through the buildings and finally I found her, strung up by her hands, cuts all over her and she was obviously passed out

Rick and the others killed whoever was there and I just focused on untying her

I picked her up in my arms and we ran, meeting up with the others, it was a struggle get her over the fence but thankfully everyone made it out

We made our way back to where we buried the weapons and I sat her down against a tree

“Please wake up peach” I said trying to shake her awake

Y/n pov~

I groaned out in pain as I opened my eyes, that’s when I remembered everything that happened, they dragged me to a building and strung me up, I tried to kick them away but they held me down

That garreth guy took a knife and cut off my shirt, ran his knife across my bump and cut but not feeling enough to hurt the baby, then cut my arms and legs and I passed out from blood lose

“Daryl” I called out as I looked up to see him kneeling in front of me

“Hey ya alright?” He asked he looked scared

“It hurts” I groaned feeling all the cuts

“It’ll be okay peach, I’ll get ya cleaned up”

~~~~~~

This story was terrible oof, sorry

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #twd rick #rick grimes #terminus #twd fluff #twd x reader

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dinofelissnow1985 · 1 year ago

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Of Birds and Butterflies

by DinofelisSnow1985

Chapter 12

The Healing Fever passed within a few days and Red got bored when he was well enough again to not sleep away the whole day.

So Sans helped him learn for the Junior High School Test he wanted to take as soon as he could.

Sans read paragraphs to him, asked questions about it to test Red's memory and understanding, and when things were confusing they looked them up together and watched educational videos online.

Red liked the history documentaries, those were easy to understand. Why historical figures acted in a certain way and why things turned out the way they did. Why kids still had to learn from dry, musty books and chew boring dates and facts while the same stuff could be quite interesting when taught orherwise, was beyond him.

When he asked Sans about it the lazy Beta couldn't give him an answer either.

Whatever.

After Red got more knowledgeable about history, geography, math and surface biology he started a pun war with Sans, that had them both in stitches after only a few minutes.

After they recovered, they fell into a comfortable silence for a moment.

Then Sans became curious.

"Hey Red. You already told us about your childhood and life. But, what about your Toriel and Asgore? I mean, when Tori came over to examine your old injuries that first time, you clearly knew who she was, but you were obviously surprised that she was the Lady behind the Ruin's door."

Red sighed, thinking. "Ever'ne knew 'bout de queen, Ass-Gore made sure 'f it. 'T's call'd prop'ganda, Sans. 'E paint'd 'er a trait'r. M' f'ckwar' 'f a broth'r swore ta fin' 'er someday, bu' if she's in da Ruins, 'e c'n keep lookin' fer 'er 'ntil k'ngdom come. Heh, serv's 'im righ'."

Sans looked a little uncomfortable. "So, he isn't just all bark and no bite in your AU, huh. Our Asgore is a big softie and ridden with guilt about killing the humans that fell into the Underground, especially since they all had been kids."

Red snorted. "Fuck no! 'E's nothin' bu' LV and br'tality beneath his shaggy fur, an' 'e is proud of ev'ry EXP 'e 'as on 'is name. 'E blames the first kid, de one dey 'dopted, fer causin' de death o' de prince.

I 'eard rumors 'bout 'im eatin' de bodies of de humans af'er 'e 'arvested deir Souls. Dun know if tha's tru tho."

...

Sans looked at Red, horrified. "That's pretty sick, you know that, Cherry pop?"

Red blushed at the nickname, but shrugged it off. "Ya, i know. Dere's a lotta whisperin' goin' on in mah world. De King go' insane from too much LV, de King's a cannib'l, eatin' other monst'rs, pris'ners, alive, 'e drinks deir blood an' Magic, 'e isn't a monst'r anymore, sooner er later 'e'll flip completely an' kill of ev'ry monst'r in de unnergroun'. Dat's de most famous ones, but dere're more, fer ev'ry monst'r in de unnergroun dere're ten rumours goin' 'round. An' when ya know de King, ya won' be able ta tell what's true and what not."

A chill ran down Sans' spine. Following a sudden, strong urge, he hugged Red and buried his face in the neckbrace. "I'm so glad you made it here," he whispered, and Red could hear how close the tears were.

He hugged Sans back as best as he could with his still healing broken shoulder and immobilized spine. He felt the other needed this.

"'T's okay, Sansy. 'M with you an' yer fam'ly now, an' i sure as hell dun plan on ev'r goin' back agin.

Heh, i take it yer King's a walkin' talkin' plush toy, when hearin' of mine rattles yer bones tha' much."

Despite being half in tears Sans couldn't help the snort-laugh that escaped him. "That's so cheesy. I should call you 'pizza'."

They remained silent for a short while, before Sans started speaking again, his face still buried in Red's uninjured shoulder. "Hey, um, that bastard... did he... you know... too?" Sans feared the answer.

"Yeah," quiet and unspectacular. "Jus' covered mah pelv'c inle' wi' a layer a Magic. Woul' i have formed anythin' 'e woulda ripped me open. S'ill almos' broke mah ass... bu' i thin' dat's too much information."

The last few words were choked out because Sans had tightened his grip on him to a crushing quality.

"Everytime i learn something new about you or your world i get more horrified by it,... and amazed by how much you have endured and survived so far. Do you have any idea, how amazing you are?"

Red felt his face grow hot at Sans' words and didn't know what to say or do.

They stayed pressed together like that, eventually falling asleep.

Feeling Sans so close soothed Red's mind and kept any nightmares away.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #sans au #pregnancy #child loss #hurt/comfort

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curi0uscreature · 2 years ago

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I really like your art, mostly the Mr. Men ones since they were my childhood growing up in the UK. I also like your humaniztions of them, and the interruptions (I def see Daydream and Impossible being husbands, maybe Nosey and Small too lol, Idk why but I see Scary, Naughty ad Nervous being siblings, with Nervous have middle child syndrome for some reason lmao) I also love you other works of fandoms, Psychonauts is the one I love the most! I love it!

* THANK YOU SO MUCH FER THIS ACTUALLY

* ImpossibleDaydreams and LittleNosiness (Small/Nosy) husband agendas are very real. They go on double dates together. Not too sure abt the Scary, Naughty, and Nervous sibling agenda but whatever floats yer boat! I’ve actually been considering redesigning some of my humanizations like Impossible or Daydream but real life education sucks and I haven’t gotten to them yet

* Im also glad you love my PN and other fandom/media artwork!! (Mainly because it’s another special interest of mine along with mr men and i dont have to feel bad abt posting it constantly but y’know)

#trevor.txt

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leaderintitleonly · 2 years ago

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Anonymous asked:

❄🎨🏸

who is cold (to them)

Quite the question. Well, there's him... But it's very much hot and cold. "Tells it like it is. Ain't really..." He pauses. "Ain't jus' cold. Tells me when m'bein' foolish. I know I ain't his favorite." There's a smirk and a chuckle as he fixes his glasses. "Think it'd feel wrong if he was all ice-" He snickers. "Nice. All nice to me. But... means well. Gets the point 'cross well 'nuff. Good to Dopey an' Sneezy, wha' I 'member." He holds his hand out. "Gave us work. Real welcome at the studio. I like 'im. I know most folks ain't likin' 'im. But... M'glad he yelled at me. Glad m'back. Woulda missed 'im if I stayed gone."

who is very artistic/crafty

He's happy he knows a lot of creative types. It makes him want to do his own work again. Maybe he really should retire and leave the mining work to the younger ones. Maybe it is time. But that's not quite an answer. That's just him wanting to go back to painting or carving... or really, anything. "Ev'n if he keeps talkin' 'bout not likin' it... Real hood- uh, good at it. Poems are real...special." He hums a bit. "Wrote some o' my favorites. Well, uhrm... Got some favorites. He's part o' em." He hums cheerfully. He warms up the more he talks. "Wish 'e realized how much folks loved 'em. But I 'pose... lovin' yer work ain't really lovin' ya. An' I love 'im more than 'is work an' words. Real knack wit' 'em. It's when yer puttin' all yerself in those words an' creatin' tha' makes it special... So very special... Makes folks feel like they show- erm, toe- like they know wha' yer goin' through..."

who they want to play sports with

"Uh... Ain't nobody, really. Men an' I do play a bit o' sport when we ain't so tum pluckered- uh, fum fu-" He stops. Thank goodness Dopey didn't hear. "...Well we do play a lil' bit. But we ain't the most active. Gets tirin' an' lately I ain't the quickest on my sheet- uh erm... my parakeet- No, I mean..." He gestures to his shoes. "Gets tirin', like I said. Ain't nobody I really wanna do much wit' or nothin' o' the sort. I 'pose... the lil' ones. Might play. But no games like the sort! Jus'... wha' they wanna do." He puffs up, showing that grandfatherly pride. "Keeps me young when they wanna do somethin' like runnin' 'round or playin' teaparty. She does. I know she can't eat, but uh... 'Bout the pretend part. Lettin' 'er use her wits. An' I know I indulge the boy, but... mischief ain't wrong. Gotta let 'im. He'll learn. I know folks get fall toss- uh, all cross... Ain't mean no harm..." There's a sudden concerned look. "Wish he'd stay inside a lil' more, but he's wild like I was. Ain't a cat- erm... 'Course the lad ain't a cat! He's a... well. Lil' boy! Growin' boy. Gotta let 'im get comfortable. Then...then! Then..." He nods to 'imself. "So I 'pose the lil' ones..."

#doc speaks

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years ago

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princess, i listened to the playlist. yer the cutest thing, you know that? i wanna kiss that little face. thank you, baby ❤️ and i’m an ENTP?? i think? but even if we aren’t the same one, yer still the one for me babe ;) and course i dream of you, what else would i dream about??

-atsumu

TSUMMMMM,, hi bae I've missed you 🥺🥺

Aaaah I'll constantly add to it when I find songs I like :) think of it as "our" thing <3

And yes omg I'm an ENTP too!! It's sweet of you to say that, I think the exact same. But it is pretty cool to note how similar we are.

That's adorable, I'm soft/flustered now 🥺

#do we go on dates in your dreams?#btw i was in biology class and everything was going so slowly but my day immediately brightened up as soon as i opened tumblr <3 #i love you #and im so glad yer' mine ><#tsum tsum anon 🐾#lovebirds🐦

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haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles · 4 years ago

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Shower Friends (Miya Atsumu x F!reader)

The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. When he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme.

genre(s): college!au, fake dating, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), eventual smut (maybe) words: 4.1k warnings: mentions of alcohol

a/n: im certified atsumu simp now

taglist: @apollochjld @kurosarium @vicassa @carbs-need-more-love @underratedmage @idek-at-thispoint @wtfeverbrandi @food8me @yikes-buddy @ntimacy @nyxiie

| Chapter One |

Chapter Two

When you turn the corner to head towards the gym, Atsumu is already waiting for you. Determined to make this as convincing as possible, he slings an arm around your shoulders and you do a fantastic job of pressing yourself against his side, wrapping your own arm around his middle. You ignore the thought that he is comfortingly warm and very solid next you, reminding yourself you’re doing this for peaceful showers.

The two of you approach the gym and as if they were waiting for you, the entire team is standing at the entrance. A few of their brows raise, clearly surprised Atsumu wasn’t lying. Though some of them look suspicious, eyeing the two of you up and you prepare yourself for questions.

When you get within earshot, one of them shouts, “Wow Miya, we really thought you were lying!”

“Yeah! Why’ve you been hiding this beauty from us, huh?”

Before he can speak, for some reason you decide to take the blame, answering, “I was a little nervous to meet you all for a while.”

If Atsumu is surprised at all, he hides it, instead holding you a bit closer, his hand splaying across your opposite shoulder and gushing, “Cute, isn’t she?”

One of them who doesn’t seem convinced asks, “So how’d you meet?”

Now Atsumu takes the lead. “Funny story actually! We met in the bathroom! Her favorite shower stall is the one right next to mine, and we both like late night showers.”

You can’t help the frown that turns your lips downward. “He wouldn’t leave me alone,” you admit, making the members of the team smirk a little bit. “I swear, he’d wait around for me.”

“I did not!” He pouts, and it’s beginning to look like the more suspicious members are starting to believe you.

So, you go in for the kill. “Sure, you didn’t,” you smile, reaching up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek that you don’t give yourself time to think is okay or not. That seems to stun Atsumu, which is a feat in itself, but you don’t give anyone time to think anything of it as you give them a light wave goodbye and slip out of Atsumu’s arms. “It was nice meeting you all, but shouldn’t you get to practice? I’m sure I’ll be seeing you more often now!”

They give you parting waves, some of them just as stunned as Atsumu seems to be. On your way out, you risk a glance backwards and see them surround Atsumu, one of them pulling him into a headlock and ruffling his blonde locks while they all laugh and enter the gym. Atsumu grinning the widest of them all. You aren’t sure why, but you’re smiling too. Strangely glad to have helped him out.

His teammates encircle him, clapping him on the back and congratulating him, jokingly calling him a bastard for going and snagging a girl like that. He can’t help thinking the same. You shocked him with that kiss out of the blue, enough that he probably looked more lovestruck than shocked to his teammates. He’s impressed with your commitment to this charade.

Before he disappears into the gym, Atsumu takes one last look at you heading down the path. That went perfectly. And even though he knows he shouldn’t, he thinks about that small little kiss the entire practice.

The following days are absolute hell. You have to garner the courage to tell your roommate before word gets out because the rumor that Miya Atsumu finally has a girlfriend spreads like wildfire. She’s hurt at first, but like you suspect, she forgives you after you tell her how you and Atsumu met.

She seems to think the shower story is the most adorable thing she’s ever heard as her squeals of, “So cute!!” are loud enough you swear the entire floor must hear it.

Your daily routine changes, feeling like you have to peer around every corner in fear of the fan club waiting to ambush you. But after reluctantly disclosing that to Atsumu, you notice he makes a point to walk with you whenever he can. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and once when you actually do run in to the fan club, the glare he gives them is cold enough to ice over a lake and you’re pretty sure they won’t bother you even if Atsumu is absent.

Additionally, you and Atsumu start spending a lot more time together. You eat lunch with him almost every day, sometimes joined by a few members of the team, sometimes by your roommate, other times the two of you eat alone. And you’re beginning to find those are the days you like the most. The days when the two of you can just be without feeling the pressure to pretend.

“So does your brother still play volleyball?” You ask one day, curious why if they were such a powerhouse in high school why they didn’t continue that into college.

“I always liked volleyball just a little more than him.”

“He quit?”

Atsumu shrugs, shoving another mouthful of rice into his mouth. “He went to culinary school, always had a weird place in his heart for food.”

“And that was volleyball for you?”

He stares at you, unprepared for this barrage of questions. There was this strange familiarity growing between the two of you, and the more time he spends with you alone the more he feels like he knows you. It makes it easier to pretend for everyone else, but he’s starting to wonder if it’s making it harder for him to remember this is all pretend.

Before he can reply, you continue, “If you love volleyball so much, why aren’t you playing professionally then?”

His brows lift. “And how did yer pretty little ears hear about that?”

You roll your eyes, but definitely need to shove the feeling of embarrassment down to be able to admit, “My roommate told me.”

“Curious today, aren’tcha?”

You stiffen. “Well, I should probably know these things if we’re dating,” you mumble, returning to your food trying to hide your flustered expression.

Yet again, you surprise him with your commitment to this façade. The two of you could easily sit here in silence since it’s just the two of you, but since you’ve started eating lunch together both of you have started to get to know the other more. So, he just smiles at you and admits, “Yeah, I could, but I was kinda lookin’ forward to the whole college experience, ya know?” He rests his chin in his hand, wondering if he should continue. He hasn’t really told anyone his feelings about playing professionally, and how he feels that with every day he ignores the offers the less likely he’ll be able to make the transition the longer he waits. “I’m still thinkin’ about it. The offers are still there.”

You cock your head, and he refuses to look at you, feeling like you have a gift for seeing straight through him. “Is college that great?”

Now he laughs, and in an attempt to bring this conversation back to lighter waters he wraps an arm around you and smothers you against his chest teasing, “Yeah, otherwise I wouldn’ta met you!”

You roll your eyes and tell yourself that for the sake of the charade you let yourself sink into his embrace. When he releases you, you stick your tongue out at him. “I know you purposefully changed the subject, but I’ll let it slide. Consider yourself lucky.”

He puts his hands together in a fake prayer. “I’ll forever remember the kindness,” he says dramatically.

To which you scoff, “I highly doubt that.”

You study together when he’s available, but usually volleyball takes precedence over studying most nights. Sometimes he joins you in the library late at night, finding you in your favorite corner, plopping down beside you, blonde hair damp from the quick shower he took and distracting you from schoolwork with how practice went that day.

Already a few weeks in to your agreement, one night the two of you are in the library rather late, Atsumu’s practice ended late and he has a paper due in the morning that he’s desperate to finish. For the first hour, he’s chatty, unable to focus on what he needs to get done, despite constant reminders from you and promises that you’ll go get ice cream from the dining hall when he finishes.

The next hour, he seems to get in the zone, typing furiously away on his computer. Honestly, he isn’t sure if what he’s writing is even good but at this point, he doesn’t care, it just needs to get done.

But after his stint of concentration, you’re suddenly struck by the realization that he’s been silent beside you for a few minutes now. No sound of typing or conversation, and it goes on long enough that you become concerned. Looking over, you find him slumped over in his chair, head on his keyboard, fast asleep.

You fight the urge to laugh at him. Taking only a few selfish moments to marvel over his face, his usual smirking expression replaced by his eyes softly closed and his mouth slightly open. He sighs a deep breath before subconsciously stretching his arms out across the table and you get a nice view of his biceps flexing beneath his black shirt.

It’s then you become aware that you’ve been staring at him way too long and shake him awake.

His eyes flutter open, and upon seeing you, that once infuriating smirk he likes to wear rises to his lips. “Who woulda thought I’d be wakin’ up to a pretty girl lookin’ at me like that,” he drawls, knowing exactly how to fluster you.

You shake your head, laughing and packing up your things. “Come on big baby, it’s bedtime.”

“Yes ma’am,” he murmurs, picking his head up and promptly stuffing his things away in his bag. You decide to ignore what his soft, sleepy voice is doing to your heart rate and instead focus on how he’s putting his things away. That backfires on you, as you start thinking about how long and deft his fingers are and you have to physically look away from him to stop your mind going in that direction.

The two of you leave the library, walking quietly back to your dorm building, you aren’t expecting his hand to slip into yours; those long fingers you were just trying to get out of your head intertwining with yours. You look up at him confusedly and without looking at you, he brushes it off, “Just in case.”

You press your lips into a firm line, replying, “Right.”

He won’t dare admit he did that subconsciously. He just reached out for your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, only realizing his mistake from the confused expression you gave him. He internalizes his sigh of relief that he can pass it off as keeping up your fake relationship and you seem none the wiser.

When you make it up to your floor, at the point in the hallway where you need to split ways, despite nobody being around that you need to fake for, you press a light kiss to his cheek and say, “Goodnight Atsumu.”

You’re gone before he can get a reply in.

You start coming to his games more often, dragging your roommate along (though she doesn’t mind one bit) and do your best to ignore just how good he looks playing volleyball. It doesn’t help that your roommate keeps commenting things like, “god you are so lucky,” and “just look at him!”

You are looking at him. And it pisses you off that she’s right. He’s annoyingly god-like, and you find yourself staring at his biceps and thighs a lot more than is necessary. Your heart fluttering traitorously whenever he grins when he makes a successful play. Even when he raises his fist to silence the crowd when he serves, which before you thought was utterly ridiculous—you now find yourself holding your breath as goosebumps spread across your skin.

He denies to himself just how much he loves seeing you in the stands. Unable to stop the feeling that swells in his chest with the way you look at him. With the fan club, he knows all they see is the surface. He’s cocky enough to know he’s good-looking (and if he didn’t think so, the fan club certainly feels otherwise). But with you—you look like you want to devour him. He doesn’t know if you are aware of it or not, but you watch him with predatory intent in a way he can’t explain that makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

At some point, he has to admit it. He fucking loves it.

One particularly memorable game, he swears you never take your eyes off him. And he feels like he’s at the top of his game, like nothing can go wrong for him. He’s so full of adrenaline and excitement afterwards that when he finds you in the hallway, he sweeps you up into an enormous hug. Your laughter filling the air and god—he loves your laugh; he could listen to it forever.

You don’t even care how sweaty he is or really if anyone is watching. Your instinct is to wrap your arms around him and squeeze him back, your ego inflating from the glares you can feel boring into your back from the fan club. And it’s easy—far too easy to forget that all of this is fake.

Especially when he pulls away only to plant a kiss right on your mouth, his body too full of adrenaline to truly realize what he’s doing.

And instead of pushing him away, you selfishly pull him closer, fingers laced behind his neck and body slotting against him so perfectly he has to resist the urge to groan. He cradles your head, drawing out the kiss for as long as he can consider appropriate, every fiber of his being screaming at him to just confess to you.

Instead, he lets you go, both of you chalking it up to the adrenaline and the charade. Both secretly knowing it was more than that to both of you.

And you don’t speak of it again, continuing with your sham relationship like nothing has changed.

But a lot of things have changed. It’s been almost 2 months since this started, well past the time needed to convince his teammates this is real. Some part of him refuses to bring it up, unwilling to let you go and wanting to drag this on for as long as possible.

Despite knowing that this will all have to come to an end eventually.

“You gotta be there!” He pouts, doing a wonderful job of obscuring your view of the notebook on the table in front of you. “There’s no way my girlfriend would miss it!”

You groan, head resting on the chair behind you. Atsumu has been trying to convince you for the better part of the hour to come to the party the volleyball team is throwing this weekend. No matter how many times you’ve expressed your disinterest, he’s relentless.

He wiggles his brows. “I’ll throw in an invitation for your roommate too,” he says, knowing full well your roommate will be a pain in your side if she finds out you got invited to this party and refrained from taking her with.

Now you sigh, annoyed that he knows you well enough to sweeten the deal like that. And it isn’t the party that is deterring you, it’s a certain blonde-haired volleyball setter that you’ve been getting far too close to lately that’s making you hesitate. Something about the atmosphere of a party and a little alcohol in both of your systems makes you uneasy. And not in a bad way.

“You promise not to ditch me?” You pout, faking the reason you don’t want to attend.

He crosses over his heart. “I swear it. And besides, I’d be crazy to let ya wander around by yerself.” He gives you a quick wink, then a kiss to your cheek and he’s off to practice, shouting over his shoulder that the party starts at nine.

Your roommate is over the moon at the invitation, insisting you can’t possibly show up right at nine. So, you and she show up fashionably late around ten. Within a few moments, Atsumu finds you and gathers you up into his arms, whispering in your ear, “You’re late, where ya been?”

You smirk. “Roommate insisted on being fashionably late.”

He just chuckles, low in his throat and directly beside your ear—a sound that makes your toes involuntarily curl in your shoes. God, if you’re already curling your toes at the sound of just his voice you’re in for a long night. After releasing you, he easily greets your roommate and takes the two of you to the kitchen where cans of various alcohols are waiting.

You swear your roommate is going to combust with joy, taking a can for herself then happily heading off towards the dance floor. You’re glad she’s pretty independent as you can already feel you’re going to be glued to Atsumu’s side the entire night. You eye the drinks, sigh, and take one for yourself. If this night’s going to be long, might as well enjoy it.

He just watches you, amused, and unable to stop himself from thinking about how good you fucking look tonight. He wanted you to be here not to keep up the act of your relationship but because he actually wants to spend time with you. Lately, it’s the highlight of most of his days, and sue him if he wants to have a little fun.

Setting an arm on your shoulder, he first parades you around the party, letting everyone see just who he’s ‘dating’ and feeling his ego boost from the looks of jealousy he garners from a few people. The teammates who have eaten lunch with you a few times are happy to see you, indulging you in a bit of chit chat and helping loosen you up.

You might’ve been embarrassed to be on Atsumu’s arm had it not felt so damn great to be met with looks of jealousy from guys and girls alike, and it was doing wonders for your self-confidence. Enough that you tap him on the arm and ask to be taken back to the kitchen for another drink. He graciously obliges you, and once both of you have another can in hand, he finds somewhere for you two to sit.

It doesn’t even occur to you how easy it is to curl up beside him, his arm around you on the back of the couch, hand resting on your opposite shoulder while the two of you observe the party in full swing.

“You guys really know how to throw a party,” you comment, nodding to the room that was completely cleared out to make room for a dance floor.

“What’s that?” He teases. “I thought you didn’t want to come!”

Poking him in the side and refusing to look up at him, you admit, “I changed my mind.”

You know you’ve dug yourself a nice little hole when he continues, “Are my ears deceiving me? Are you admitting you were wrong?”

“Spare me,” you beg, a grin on your lips nonetheless. It’s then you spot your roommate out on the dance floor, her eyes connecting with yours long enough that she starts beckoning you towards her. “Oh god,” you groan.

She doesn’t stop though, instead abandoning the dance floor and approaching you and Atsumu. “Excuse me sir, but I’m gunna have to steal her for a dance or two.”

Subconsciously you cling to Atsumu, jerking your eyes up to him as he smiles easily saying, “Of course.” Taking your arm, she pulls you up from the couch and out of Atsumu’s arms, dragging you towards the dance floor while you look back at him with a pleading expression. He only waves idly back at you, that infuriating smirk splaying across his lips.

Worming her way into the throng of bodies, she puts her hands on your hips forcing you to sway them along to the music, laughing and encouraging you to ‘let go!!’. Eventually, there’s no resisting the thumping music or the movement of bodies around you, and soon your laughter is mixing with hers as the two of you dance ridiculously with one another.

Atsumu watches from the couch, utterly entranced at your change in behavior. He’s unable to look at anyone else but you, like the rest of the party falls away and its just you on that dancefloor swaying your hips under the flashing lights. He hardly knows what to do with himself as you laugh alongside your roommate, unaware he’s watching you.

At some point, you remember the boy you came here for, and fight your way to the edge of the crowd to catch sight of him. He’s where you left him, sitting on a couch a room away, an ankle crossed over his knee, still drinking his beer and looking unbothered by your absence. You look at him a moment, sitting there in his fitted black tee and dark jeans, so casually good-looking it isn’t fair.

His dark eyes meet yours and there’s something in them that sends goosebumps prickling across your skin. You’re barely even tipsy but there must be something stirring your boldness, otherwise you would have never lifted a hand and beckoned him towards you.

He’s pinned to his seat for a moment when you motion him to join you on the dancefloor. He has an uncanny suspicion that something is going to happen out there, under the safety of the pulsing lights and hidden by the mass of bodies. But some part of him wants that, whispering that it’s all he wants. So, he rises, setting his can on a nearby table and strides out to meet you.

A fire lights in your stomach as he stops in front of you, and now that he’s here you are quite sure what to do with yourself. “You looked bored,” you lie.

“Well, my date ditched me,” he remarks. “But I like her, so I’ll let it slide.”

Your answering smile is enough to send him through the roof. And soon, you’re engulfed by the surging crowd, getting sucked into the middle of the floor, a sense of reality slipping out from beneath the two of you. His hands at your waist, your body pressed up against his, his forehead resting on yours—he’s desperate to close the gap between the two of you. Dying to kiss you, to feel your lips mold to his, fingers lacing in his hair—he wonders what kind of sounds he could elicit from you, sounds just for him, sounds that would get lost in the thumping beat.

His better sense tells him to resist. Knowing that even though you’ve kissed before, this one would be different. It’s just the two of you, free from the pressure of pretending, he wouldn’t be able to pass it off as an act. And even if he could, he isn’t sure he wants to.

All the while, you’re watching him, wondering if he’s going to take the leap. Part of you urging him to. Pathetically wanting him to smother you in his arms and the two of you can just ignore it all tomorrow. It’s seemingly what you do best.

He doesn’t though, allowing him to just enjoy this moment—your proximity, warm breath mingling with his, arms resting on his broad shoulders as the crowd undulates around you. To him, there’s nothing else around, just you and your body fitting perfectly to his, back curved to press closer to him—he’s pitifully so lost in the way you’re moving those hips making him move along with you.

He’s grateful that if you notice him struggling to keep his composure, you don’t say anything. But when he glances at your face, you’re blissfully unaware of his plight, eyes closed murmuring along to the music and relishing the moment in your own way. Your thoughts dominated by how warm he is, how solid he feels, how his hands are resting on your back.

And the two of you stay like that, until you’re broken from your reverie by one of his teammates whistling loudly at the two of you, eyebrows wiggling suggestively that Atsumu just huffs a breath out at.

“I think I need another drink,” you say, pulling away from him.

His arms feel empty now, the clamor of the party destroying the quiet and intimate bubble the two of you had created. But instead of doing anything about it, he just gives you a winning smile—one he feels is half-assed, replying, “Ditto.”

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