#and yet the pov person is going fucking nuts over them

[starbuck]

“You Don’t Like Me” is one of the songs of all time for being about someone who is insecure that the person they like likes THE MORNING more than them.

[mymindcreatedthis]

No Nut November 18+

Reader x Georgia Stanway

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut

Word count: 3.1k

*Y/n's Pov*

This no nut November has been the hardest one yet for me. Georgia challenged me as a joke, but me being me I took the challenge seriously making it a challenge for myself.

Every year I'd always try to complete no nut November but within the first few days I'd always fail mainly because of one person, Georgia.

This year I thought Georgia was making it a little easier for me, not really trying to tease me as much as she would but the past 3 days she decided to go all out trying to tease me. From bending over in front of me wearing tight fitted booty shorts, to walking around my house in just a towel claiming her shower was broken when we both knew it wasn't. Every time it would turn me on, me needing a release then and there.

It was the last day of November it was 11:58 pm, Georgia was in the inshore as she claimed her shower broke again.

"I'm done." Georgia says as she wonders back into my bedroom.

My eyes travel from the tv and wander to Georgia as she walks into my room wearing a small towel, her tits and ass slightly showing. She comes over and sits on the bed with me.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself.

"What's up Y/n?" Georgia giggled.

"You, you're killing me." I huff.

I bite my lip and run my finger up her back slightly tracing patterns on her back. I smile as she begins to fidget at the sensation.

"I need you Stanway. I need to cum so bad." I whisper.

"We can't Baby, we're still in November. You'll fail your challenge." Georgia whispers back.

I smirk and show her the time and the date.

12 am December 1st

"It's now December 1st." I say kissing her bare shoulder. "You've been a naughty girl the past 3 days. I think you owe me a release."

Georgia smiles and leans back against me. "Mmm maybe I should reward you for completing your challenge."

Georgia gets up and undoes her towel letting it drop to the floor. I sat there, my mouth wide open looking at the sight Georgia has gifted me, her beautiful tits exposed my length grew immediately as I get harder from the sight.

"Someone's hard." Georgia giggles. She slowly pulls my boxers down exposing my hard length. She bites her lip and slides my boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

"Please Georgia." I whispered.

Georgie's slowly made her way between my legs as she laid down kissing the insides of both my thighs making my dick harder.

"You're so big." Georgia whispered planting kisses along my dick and balls.

"T-Thank you baby. I r-really need this release it's been so long." I begged slightly.

"I know baby, just relax I'm gonna reward you." Georgia smiles, as she slowly takes my dick in her mouth.

Getting used to my size, Georgia slowly bobs her head. I moan, she hums against my dick and bobs her head a little bit faster. She chokes and gags as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, Georgia bobs her head faster and faster.

"Mmm fuck G, your mouth. It's so warm it feels so nice." I moaned gripping the back of her hair.

Georgia hummed in response. Sending the sensation down my dick making me a moaning mess. The view of Georgias head bobbing up and down as well as her fat ass wiggling around was making me more turned on.

I moaned in pleasure and gripped the sheets, Georgia continued to devour my dick. Wrapping her arms around my legs she sped her head movement making me closer and closer needing to explode.

"Baby I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moaned as my grip on Georgias hair tightened.

The only noise coming from Georgia was the noise of her gags as my dick repeatedly hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck G I'm... I'm gon-"

Throat pie:

Not being able to warn her in time, I explode in her mouth shooting my load in her mouth and down her throat, Georgia chokes and gags as I cum.

"F-Fuck, sorry I couldn't warn you." I moaned in pleasure.

"It's okay." Georgia smiled. "You tasted amazing." She giggles as she licked her lips collecting the last of my cum.

"I want you to fuck me, use me as your reward." Georgia says as she lays on her side.

"Are you sure baby? I don't have a condom." I say.

"Yes I'm sure. Put it in baby." Georgia says.

Georgia lays on her side, I grip her leg and hold it in the air with my free hand as I rub my tip through her folds causing Georgina to moan at the feeling.

"Mmm f-fuck, Y/n please I need you." Georgia moans.

I was no time and immediately slide my throbbing dick inside of her dripping pussy, and begin to thrust in and out of her slowly.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight baby." I moan in her ear.

"Mmm all for you baby." Georgia moans as she turns her head and kisses me.

I'm shocked at first but immediately start kissing back. Once I knew Georgia was used to my size I pick up the pace and thrust in and out of her faster.

"Keep your leg up in the air." I softly moaned.

Georgia does as I say and keeps her leg raised in the air as I gripped her ass with my spare hand, forcing a moan out of Georgias mouth.

"Faster, please fuck me faster Y/n." Georgia moaned.

I thrust in and out of Georgia faster than before, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Where shall I cum G?" I ask as I carry on fucking her.

"I-Inside... of me." Georgia cutely stutters as she moans.

"Are you sure baby? I can pull out and finish on you." I moan.

"Yes, Yes baby, stop asking questions and just cum in me. Make me your cum slut." Georgia moans.

"Mmm fuck okay baby." I replied, a fire set alight in my stomach as I begin to fuck her even faster.

Moving my hand from Georgias ass to her tits. I grip right tit tightly as I begin to kiss her neck as I fuck had faster and harder than before.

"Fuck Y/n. I'm going to cum." Georgia moans.

"Same baby, cum for me." I moaned as I feel the feeling of my balls tighten.

"FFFucccckk I'm cumming. I'm cumming." Georgia yelled as she reached her high, and squirts all over my abs, dick and legs.

"Georgia... I'm gonna cum." I yell in pleasure.

Creampie #1:

I couldn't take it anymore, cum oozes out of my dick filling up Georgias pussy filling her to the brim. A final spank to her ass I slowly pull out, cum leaks out of her pussy and onto the bed sheets.

"Fuck G, you've made such a mess all over my thighs stomach and the bed sheets." I giggle.

"Sorry daddy." Georgia cutely giggles. "It's been worth it so far though hasn't it?"

"So worth it." I smile. "But I'm not done with you yet." I giggle. "See my desk baby, bend over my desk." I say.

Georgia smirks, she blushes darkly. She climbs off the bed and makes her way over to the desk, and bends over giving me full access to her ass.

"Fuck baby is this all for me?" I ask biting my lip, I smirk and slap her ass.

Georgia moans as I do this and cutely giggles. "All for you daddy, all for your reward." She cutely blushes.

I slowly began to tease her asshole with my tip, slowly getting her prepared for my length. I place my hand on her back and slowly enter her ass. Georgia moans and grips the desk.

"F-Fuck, Y/n you're massive." She yells in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I moan and speed up my thrusts and move my hand from her back to gripping her hair, pulling it allowing me to go even deeper inside her.

"Fuck this is amazing. You feel amazing babe." I say softly as I use my spare hand and grip her ass.

The view of Georgia fidgeting from the pleasure, trying to grip any part of the desk she could as I continued to fuck her made me go even faster. Watching as her ass rippled after each thrust, her fat ass bouncing off my thighs was a view I've dreamed of seeing.

I move my hands and grip her hips and pull her into me. This cause me to go deeper inside her, making us both moan loudly in pleasure.

"G I feel like I'm going to explode already." I moan, my thrusts becoming slower.

"Cum all over my back. I want you to make a mess on my back." Georgia moaned sweat dripping down her back.

5 minutes pass, the only sounds in the room were our moans and my balls slapping against her skin. I moan as I slowly reach my high, i feel the sudden urge building up as I quickly pull out of Georgias ass.

"It's coming Georgia." I moan, and stroke my dick fast as I roughly grip her ass.

Cumshot:

"F-Fuck." I moan, ropes of cum spurt and shoot out of my dick and coats Georgias back. "Fuck Georgia." I spank her ass. "Your back is covered in cum baby." I giggle.

"Fuck I love the way you painted my back." Georgia giggles, she gets off the desk. Her back still covered in my load.

"Such a dirty slut." I moaned bringing her into a lovingly kiss.

"I want to ride you." Georgia whispers. "I want to bounce up and down on that big length of yours." Georgia added gripping my dick.

"Y-Yes please G, that would be amazing." I stutter.

Watching Georgia turn around and guide my length into her entrance sent me crazy. My jaw dropped open as she started to ride me, holding onto my legs to stabilize herself.

"Oh fuck Georgia." I moaned gripping her hips as I help her slide up and down on my length.

"Fuck, you deserve this Y/n." Georgia moaned back.

I spanked her ass as she sped up her movement. My head leaning back against the headboard behind me, taking in the view and the feeling Georgia was sending through my body.

"By the way Y/n, my shower was never broken." Georgia giggled moaning from the friction as she rides me faster.

"I know it wasn't." I giggle.

Immediately after Georgia said what she said I wrapped my arms around her body lifting her up. I begin to thrust in and out of her pussy making Georgia a moaning mess, the sounds of my thighs hitting her ass continuously.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Y/n I'm going to.... I'm going to cum ." Georgia screamed in pleasure.

"This is what you get for lying to me, now cum for me baby. Cum all over my dick, be a good slut and cum everywhere." I moaned as I sped up the thrusts and thrust into her faster and kiss her neck.

"F-Fuck Y/n I'm cumming." Georgia moaned, her body shivering in my grip.

"Mmm good girl." I say as I feel her juices coat my dick and thighs.

I moan and kept thrusting into her as she came down from her high. "Fuck baby I'm getting close." I moaned in pleasure gripping Georgias right tit.

"Cum inside me Y/n, I'm on a pill you can cum inside me." She moaned as she placed her hand on my cheek brining me in for a kiss.

"Fuck Georgia I'm, I'm..

Creampie:

I couldn't take it anymore, the sight of Georgia ass rippling as I kept thrusting into her. My thick cum shooting inside her pussy filling her to the brim as I push her down bottoming out inside of her.

"Oh Georgia, fuck I'm cumming." I moan as my cum continues to ooze inside her and along her walls white.

"Fuck Y/n, you've just filled me up baby." Georgia giggled as she kisses my cheek.

I pull out slowly, cum oozing out of Georgia. Running down her leg, laying beside me we smile and lock eyes with each other.

"I want more Y/n." Georgia whispers. "You've waited so long, put up with all my teasing.... You deserve it." Georgia whispers and kisses me.

"Mmm I'll try G." I smile and kiss her back.

Georgia straddled my legs as she pushed me back down so I was lying fully on my back. "I'm going to ride you again, but you can't move your hands from here." Georgia says moving my hands to grip her ass. "If you love them I stop, no matter how close you are. Okay?"

"O-Okay G." I replied taking in the view in front of me as Georgia leaned in planting a kiss on my lips.

My hands locked on Georgias ass, she lined her entrance up with my length just like before. This time in the cowgirl position instead of the reverse cowgirl position giving me a full view of her perfect tits.

"Georgia your tits are amazing n this view." I smile and giggle like a child admiring the view.

"You ready for them to start bouncing?" Georgia giggles at my comment. "But remember to touching." She added which I nod in response.

My hands stayed firmly on Georgia's ass as she began to slowly bounce up and down, her hands on my chest to help her stabilize.

"Fuck... bounce faster G please, ughh s-shit you feel amazing." I moaned in pleasure. My hands gripped her ass tighter, my eyes not leaving her tits.

Georgia didn't respond instead she immediately began to bounce up and down faster, the clapping noise of her ass hitting my thighs pushing us both on further.

"You...You want these baby?" Georgia moaned talking about her tits.

I nodded in response, my brain still going crazy from the feeling of her bouncing up and down on my length wanting them so badly. Georgia leaned in playing with her tits in front of my face, still riding me. I took her left nipple into my mouth causing my hands to slightly slip from her ass.

"What did I say baby? Don't move your hands or I'll stop." Georgia said moving backwards, her nipple falling out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry." I moan.

"Good." She replied, she guided my head back to her nipple.

I cemented my hands to Georgias ass as she kept riding me, sucking on her nipple pushing me closer and closer.

"Don't tell me baby, just cum. Keep my tit in your mouth and just cum." Georgia moaned as she could feel me getting closer, my legs beginning to lightly shake.

Creampie #2:

I couldn't take it anymore. My grip on Georgias ass got tighter, my sucking on her nipple sped up as I felt my balls tighten once again. Georgia sped up when she felt my cum entering her turning her on all the more.

"Keep going fill me up more." Georgia yelled as I kept moaning and filling her up with my seed.

"Fuck G, I'm done." I moaned as I let go of her nipple and ass.

"No you're not." Georgia giggled. "Just one more, please." She begged leaning in and kissing me. "For me." She begged again.

"Okay one more but that's it. I'll be tapped out after babe." I admitted.

"Yay." Georgia giggles as she lays in her back.

I giggled at Georgias response before getting into position, knowing how she wanted it. "You ready baby?" I ask as I tease her clit with my tip.

"Y-Yes baby, hurry up. Stop teasing." She said full of pleasure I was sending through her body.

I didn't tease her for much longer as I spat down onto her pussy and inserted my length inside her cum filled entrance.

Her breath hitched as I began to thrust inside of her gripping her right tit roughly with one hand and stroking her cheeks with my other.

"Fuck babe you feel amazing." Georgia moaned in pleasure.

"I can make you feel much better." I said as I took hold of her right leg putting it over my shoulder allowing myself to go deeper inside her pussy, making us both a moaning mess.

"Fuck Y/n this feels so good please keep going. Keep fucking me like the slut I am." Georgia yelled in pleasure, sweat dripping from her forehead. Her body fidgeting giving me the sense she was getting close to cumming, automatically making my balls tighten at the thought.

"Oooh G, you're fucking amazing. You feel so good." I moaned as I lean forward leaving kisses all over her neck and chest.

I kept going speeding up my thrusts seeing the effect I was sending Georgia through. Her tits bouncing around as she throws her head side to side.

"I'm going to cum Y/n please. Please keep going." She moans loudly.

Immediately after Georgias pussy began to clamp around my dick as she begins to squirt everywhere. Her juices go all over my thigh, stomach, and all over the bed sheets leaving a mess behind. Her pussy still tighter and tighter making me closer and closer to exploding inside her.

I grip her leg on my shoulder with one hand and her right tit with my other as I begin to feel that familiar feeling in my stomach my balls getting tighter.

Creampie #3:

I didn't have time to warn Georgia as cum oozes and spurts deep inside her painting her walls white and filling her up. Adding more cum to her filled pussy.

"I'm cumming Georgia, fuck I'm filling you up so much." I moan as my cum continues to ooze and Spurt inside her.

I slowly pull out of her, when I knew I couldn't cum anymore. We both sigh at the same time from both pleasure and tiredness.

"You are fucking incredible Georgia." I pant as we kiss again. "We need to do this more often." I added.

"Maybe you can use me as your reward for every No Nut November." Georgia giggles.

"I could work with that." I giggle bringing her into a final kiss pulling her close to me. We cuddle and end up falling asleep at 6:30 am.

[twigg96]

I Should Have Been There

Daryl Dixon X Bitten Reader fic

Era: Alexandria

Pronouns: She/Her/You/[Y/N]

Warnings: Cannon divergent, talks of illness and zombie bites in detail, kidnapping, descriptions of limp amputation, blood, talks about prosthetics, Angst, Hurt/comfort

Summery: After Daryl goes out for a run, Pete Anderson asks you to help him carry some records back to his office for him. What you never expected of the doctor was to be locked up in a torture chamber with a walker as a punishment and statement for Rick to take heed to not fuck with him or his family ever again. It's up to Glenn, your best friend since before the outbreak, Daryl your boyfriend, the ingenious thinking of Maggie, the invisible nature of Carol's investigation skills, and Rick your over protective leader to find you. But will they find you in time to save your life?

Your POV

Walking around the walls of Alexandria for the 100th time that day you began to feel. The cabin fever beginning to take hold of you. Being out on the land for so long, free to go where you wanted, run where ever you wanted with the threat of walkers being the only thing keeping you awake at night truly was a luxury you were missing around now. Rick and Michonne had instructed everyone to keep your heads down. Keep to yourselves as much as possible. So you did as told even if you did wish Daryl had smuggled you on his bike on his latest run outside. But if anyone needed the escape more than you it was your boyfriend. With a deep sigh you tapped the metal of the wall with your wrench listening vaguely for any sounds of defaults or hollowness in the sound that reverberated back to you indicating a missing nut or rust that needed to be brushed away. Maggie, your chore partner for this particular job looked over her shoulder to you eyeing you with her dark eyes. "What? Am I not entertaining enough company fer ya?" She teased, knowing exactly what was bothering you. The poor brunette had her ear chewed off for hours the night before when you found out your boyfriend had taken yet another long run without even saying a word goodbye. "No..." You muttered, boredom dripping from your voice. "Just antsy." You replied not even looking to the walls anymore as the two of you continued your rounds. "How about this?" Maggie muttered, turning around on her heel so that she was walking backwards facing towards you. "We finish our shift, and I'll talk Deanna into letting us sneak past the gates for an evening stroll picking flowers?" She cocked a brow making the offer sound as enticing as she could. Picking flowers sounded like the most boring job a person could have especially when there were so many more exciting jobs to be had. But if it gave you an opportunity to escape this Hell for a little you would put up with anything. "Sure." You smiled, brushing some hair behind your ear.

"Morning ladies." A voice deep and sickeningly prideful called out to you both pulling your attention. You struggled to hide your disgust as you stared at the town's doctor, Pete Anderson. A dirty blonde towering idiot of a man who thought that using intimidation would get him places. Oh how wrong he had been once Rick had found out what he was doing to his wife... however his usual cockiness had returned and his air of superiority seemed to permeate even the space the three of you held, which worried you if you were being honest. "Can I have your help with something?" He asked, tucking his bruised hands into his pockets. "Just need help carrying some medical records and would appreciate the second pair of hands." He muttered meeting your eyes momentarily before turning them to the ground. Turning to Maggie you shared a glance, one that spoke more than words ever could. One of mistrust for the doctor but knew, in order to keep the peace with the town that one of you should at least try. Silently, Maggie glanced to the next wooden watch tower not even three tracker trailer lengths away. Atop it sat a very bored looking Glenn, his back pressed to the metal wall, his baseball cap pulled over his eyes, rifle resting comfortably over his lap. If you didn't know better you'd think the Korean was sleeping. But experience with your best friend had proved that the apocalypse had shaped him into one light sleeper. Maggie gave you a small almost indistinguishable look that told you to go. She'd stay and she and Glenn would come for you if she didn't see you by the time she reached her husband's post. Nodding you turned back to the doctor you shoved the wrench you carried deep in your pocket and stepped forward. "Lead the way, doc."

You watched the sky turn a ruddy orange as Pete lead you past rows and rows of very similar housing. If it wasn't for small lawn ornaments, flower and vegetable gardens growing, and hand made decorations you would have never been able to distinguish the houses apart. Placing his hand on your arm, Pete ushered you through a tight ally between two houses and into a space you never knew existed. Not that you ever explored beyond the main populace for fear of becoming eternally lost amongst the suburban hell. Beyond the pampered lawns of owned society were the untamed untended lawns of houses yet to find a owner. Their windows were dark and dust covered. Some were boarded with windows broken presumably from rocks thrown from the local hooligans that roamed the streets after dark. Pete lead you to one of the homes, a small nearly invisible basement door had been painted over making it nearly indistinguishable with the rest of the rest of the house's foundation aside from a rusted padlock that held the door shut and had warn with the elements. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, Pete tried several of them with various levels of success before finally popping it open with a small click. Pocketing the lock, Pete unlatched the door and swung the door open with a loud squeak.

The basement was dark and dusty. Dirt laid on every surface that was bathed in light from the doorway. Mice droppings scattered the floor and the smell of stale air and mold filled the air making your stomach turn. The doctor however pushed forward into the darkness turning on a flashlight you never knew he possessed. Following close behind the man who craned his neck while swiping at spider webs that threatened to get in his face. "So where are these records at?" You muttered lowly, glancing at the man only now noticing how dark his bags under his eyes had gotten since your arrival. Dr. Anderson never responded instead he pointed his torch towards a wooden door locked with another series of padlocks. You cocked a brow but didn't question anything, HIPPA was a thing in the early world... you simply assumed he was one of the only ones who still adhered to it. Kicking an empty can of fruit to the side that must have fallen from one of the wooden shelves surrounding you, a sudden deep growl stopped you in your tracks. Grabbing the doctor's shoulder tight enough to bruise you quickly placed your finger to your lips. A walker?! Here in the town?! Maybe the house was inhabited at one point and the owner died? Grabbing the wrench from your pocket you wished you had been smart enough to grab your knife from the armory that morning. Pete swung his light around where you pointed. To the floor to look for crawlers then through the shelving. You saw nothing but the shadows that made you even more wary then you already were. Looking above yourself you assumed that the walker had died in the upper levels of the home... You'd have to come back with Rick later to deal with it... "Let's get these records. Just keep your voice down." You whispered gesturing to the door with the padlock. The doctor nodded pulling his keys from his pocket to unlock the lock.

As the lock knocked against the latch, the growling grew, and your patience dwindled. "Jesus can you be any fucking louder?" You whispered, glaring at the man. "Doctors are supposed to have steady hands... right?" You hissed, ready to rip the keys from the quivering man's hands yourself and do it yourself. "Shut the fuck up." Dr. Anderson growled back unlatching the lock at last. Flipping the lock and unlatching the door with one motion Pete too a step back behind you, shoving you forward through the door. The unexpectedness of it all made you trip over the high step in the doorframe. You lost your grip on your wrench and it flew from your hand and skittered onto the floor into the darkness of the room. "Ah... what the-" You called out turning to Pete, a devilish grin crossing his illuminated face. "Rick thinks he can save everyone... Lets see him save you..." He muttered darkly. Your eyes widened at the doctor's words and a deep low growl echoed from further into the room. The sickening smell of decomp hit you like a truck and the silhouette of something vaguely human limped into the light. Scrambling to your feet you tried like hell to reach the door before it was slammed shut. But only you were too late. Scratching and banging your palms against the wood of the door you could hear your heart beating in your ears. No! No no nO! This isn't how it was supposed to go! "Pete please let me out!" You begged hearing the latch close and lock click. "I wager you have three days before you die of thirst... lets see how long it takes Rick to notice you're gone." Footsteps leading away from the door were followed by a small rustling and a high pitch squeak from the other door closing.

The growls from behind you grew only louder but in the pitch dark you had no idea how close or how many walkers existed in the small space. Pressing yourself firmly to the grimy walls you slowly started to skirt along the permitter feeling the cold wet cement under your fingers. Faintly you wondered what it was that was wet before figuring it was better to live in ignorance than disgust. As you rounded the first corner you found the sharp corner of something tall and heavy protruding from the wall. An end table? No it was far too heavy for that and metal. Sliding your hand down the side of the object you found it was long and rectangular with drawers. Ah so a filing cabinet or a safe. Interesting. Skirting around the object you hugged the wall as closely as possible hoping you were near the rear of the room and at least halfway around. But as your foot came in contact with a metal can sending it rolling across the floor you felt your body tense as the deep growling came from mere inches from your face.

Glenn's POV

The sun had lowered far beyond the forest and the lights of the town began to light. From Glenn's place upon the tower he could see the approaching headlights of Aaron and Daryl returning from their run . A smile graced his lips as he sat up slinging his rifle over his shoulder. Should make [Y/N] happy to see him home safe. "Glenn!" Maggie called up the wooden latter as he stood. Looking down Glenn smiled down at his wife. Everyday was little brighter when he saw her beautiful face. "Hey Mags. Where's [your nickname]? She run off to be with lover boy already?" Glenn asked a smirk gracing his features as he climbed down the creaky latter. "No... I was just about to ask you if you'd seen her..." Maggie muttered worriedly. Glenn cocked a brow hopping the last step of the latter. It wasn't like you to skip work ever. "Why? Something wrong?" Glenn asked moving the hat on his head to wipe away the sweat that was building underneath. "Dr. Anderson came by earlier..." She drawled rubbing her arms and looking around nervously. Glenn frowned wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I saw them walk off together into the town a few hours back... want to take a walk with me up to the garage? I'm sure she just got caught up helping the doctor. She just got carried away talking with Daryl." Glenn muttered, although his voice didn't hide the worry that he felt deep inside.

Walking hand in hand with Maggie to the center of town Glenn couldn't help but notice the blinds on the Anderson home flutter closed or the way the doctor had been peeking through his front door's window at the growing group just across the road from his residence. But the skilled tactician tried his damnedest to shove his negative thoughts to the back of his mind as they rounded the corner to the garage. Surely [Y/N] would be there, pleasantly distracted by her one and only. Oh how wrong he was... Daryl stood leaning against the garage wall talking to Aaron looking to the open bay door expectantly as the two walked into view. However the small defeated sigh, and deflated stance wasn't lost on Glenn when he noticed it was just the two of them. But... Glenn tried to stay positive. He had to... for his own sake if nobody else's. "Hey guys!" He called out waving jubilantly. "How was the run?" He unable to hold back a snarky laugh as Daryl flipped him off and rolled his eyes. "How'd ya think it went? We're back early." Daryl grumbled. "Awe shit I'm sorry about that, Daryl." Maggie said softly letting go of Glenn's hand to step closer to the archer. Daryl shrugged looking past them both and into the night. "Ya'll seen [Y/N] round anywhere? Normally they're the first ta greet me. She pissed at me 'r somethin'?" Daryl asked chewing the side of his thumb. Maggie shook her head. "No... we were hoping you'd seen her." Daryl shifted uncomfortably scanning Maggie's face for a moment with sheer scrutiny. "What ya mean? I was on a run all day I just got back." Maggie nodded meeting Daryl's eyes sadly. "Yeah we were hoping she'd be here with you... and that was the reason why she missed our meet up after she went with Dr. Anderson." Daryl tensed looking past Maggie to the Anderson household. "So ya think..." Daryl paused his face morphing into something dark and possessively. More so than Glenn had ever seen before from the stoic archer. "That bastard did something ta her?" Aaron shook his head, placing the socket wrench down on the work table beside himself. "Dr. Anderson? What? No way... I mean... the man has his bad days... and he's prone to drink but everyone has their vices." But Glenn didn't think he sounded convincing, even to himself. "I-I'm not sure. But she was supposed to be back by now." Maggie muttered worriedly looking back over her shoulder. "Ok... look I saw the two of them walking through the town earlier but lost them around here... I say we get Rick and Michonne and start looking for them." Maggie sighed rubbing her arms. "I hear you Glenn but I don't want to jump the gun." Daryl huffed staring at Maggie as if she grew a second head. "Jump the gun? Ya gotta be shitting." He snarled. Glaring back Maggie simply shook her head. "No of course not Daryl. She told me earlier that she wanted to get out of the walls... she's been itching to get out, cooped up in here she feels like she's going crazy. Maybe... if we're lucky she snuck out after she helped the doctor. Hopefully she just needs to cool down and took a walk. Knowing her she'll be back by morning." Maggie muttered running her hands through her hair. It seemed to Glenn that no one trusted a single hopeful word anymore. Why would they... after everything they'd been through. "Well I aint about to just sit pretty while [Y/N] is out God know's where tonight... I'm lookin' fer her. Do what ya want." Daryl growled storming towards his bike. Anxiety surged through Glenn as he watched Daryl climb his bike. "Daryl you just got back! You should at least rest before you head back out!" Glenn yelled placing a hand on the larger man's chest. "Glenn... I apricate yer concern but I've stayed up much longer and this is more important than any rest I need... Now move Glenn." Daryl murmured meeting Glenn's gaze seriously. So with a solemn nod Glenn stepped to the side letting the bike roar to life and Daryl take off into the night.

Daryl's POV

The ride to the gate was a short one, but it felt like the longest drive Daryl had ever taken in his life thus far. Not even the last ride he and Merle took together to the safety of the Quarry felt so long as this. At least then he felt safe. Secure with a partner by his side, family. No. Now was different. Now he was in an unfamiliar hostile environment that threatened not only his very existence, but the very love of his life as well. He felt so alone and exposed. Not even the familiar sight of Rick and Michonne standing by the gate speaking to Rochelle standing guard could ease his anxiety. As Daryl pulled up to the gate's entrance, his best friend's face fell his dark eyes scanning the archer sitting atop the bike. "Leaving so soon Daryl? Ya just got back." Michonne called out over the roar of the bike. Daryl shook his head glaring straight ahead. There were no time for pleasantries tonight. "Open the gate. I gotta get outta here." He grumbled to Rochelle ignoring her furrowed brow. "Look Daryl you should rest even if-" Rick tried to reason, reaching for the key of the motorcycle to turn it off and talk at a normal level. With a swift motion, Daryl caught the deputy's wrist glaring daggers into the man. "I aint got time fer that Rick." Daryl bit out shoving Rick away. "[Y/N's] missin'. I'm gonna head out an see if I can find her." Daryl huffed gripping his bike tightly to hide the way his hands shook with anger and anxiety. The archer watched a the ease wash from Rick's face, a stern and intense concentration falling into it's place. It was a look Daryl had seen before. One Rick held when he lost Lori. "Missing? What do you mean missing?" Rick uttered the peremptory question. Daryl growled not shaken by his best friend. "Ask Maggie. I aint got time to chat." Daryl muttered, revving the engine of his bike as if to make his point clear, gesturing to Rochelle to open the gate for him. "Daryl... [Y/N] didn't come through this gate. I would have seen her if she did." Rochelle tried to reason as the archer walked his bike closer to her. "You know as well as I do that there are areas on this wall that can be climbed over. I've seen you and Abraham using the same makeshift latter [Y/N] and I do to get out of the city for a walk when we don't want to be pestered. Now shut up and open the damned gate before I do it myself." Daryl growled not missing the tiny nod Rick gave Rochelle. "Ok... but I don't like it. But, you can go. Just be back by morning... if you can't find her by then, we'll spread out. All of us. Keep your radio on. Hopefully she just got lost in town again and will stumble home sometime late tonight. I'll stay up and radio you if she turns up." Rick called over the engine of the bike. Daryl nodded feeling slightly reassured knowing that Rick was going to do whatever needed to be done to find you. With a defeated sigh the petite woman unlatched the lock to the gate, pulling them open with a metallic screech. With a flick of his finger, Daryl turned his head light on and sped into the night praying to catch sight of you somewhere deep within the woods around Alexandria.

Glenn's POV

Sleep did not come easy that night for Glenn. Worry seeped into this very bones and leaked into his dreams morphing them into venomous night terrors that twisted his body and shook him to his very core. Images of your body ripped to shreds like one of the thousands of corpses he'd seen before flashed before his eyes. A long stretch of road with you tied gagged and bound at the end. The road stretching ever longer the harder he ran to get to you. His heart pounding in his chest. It was his fault. You were his best friend. Had been since before the outbreak. You were his responsibility. You and Maggie. He should have kept a better eye on you. Especially when you went off with Dr. Anderson. Glenn woke up to early morning sun shimmering off the cold sweat that covered his body. Maggie slept restlessly beside him, her moaning and whining accompanied by subtly jerks were indication enough that she was having yet another nightmare. They seemed never ending nowadays. Sitting up slowly as to not disturb what little sleep his wife was getting, Glenn snuck out of bed, pulling on a clean pair of jeans and a clean shirt before slipping downstairs. With any hope, you had slipped back home in the middle of the night with hardly any notice to any of them. It wouldn't be the first time you had slipped away... but as he stepped into the empty kitchen to put a pot of coffee on and crept quietly into the living room to peer over the couch to see who preoccupied it, either Daryl, [Y/N] or both. He was almost astonished to find Rick laying on the plush cushions, his attention turned to the door and a sleeping Judith pulled tightly to his chest. A single glance from the grisled police officer told Glenn he was awake and alert. Yet the dark bags under his eyes saying that he'd been up way too long. "Hey." Glenn whispered, leaning over the back of the couch. "Anything yet?" he asked, still hopeful, still optimistic. But Rick just shook his head, brushing the hair back out of Judith's face earning a deep contented sigh from his daughter as she slept. "Not yet." He murmured. Anxiety tightened Glenn's chest as he shuffled his feet. "Well... it's still early." Glenn whispered, looking to the door, hoping that in that moment both Daryl and [Y/N] would come waltzing in the door like a couple after a particularly eventful prom night. But it never happened. Instead the door stayed dreadfully closed. A less than hopeful hum came from the graying man as he shifted on the couch. "We'll see once Daryl comes back... she aint with him when he comes back we're going on high alert and searching every square inch of this place. Inside and out." Rick's voice was dark and commanding. It sent chills down Glenn's spine and before he realized what he was doing. Glenn nodded in compliance. The smell of fresh roasted coffee reminded Glenn of his first mission of the morning. "Want any?" Glenn asked standing straight. "Please!"

[Y/N] was gone... she never came back with Daryl. The look on Daryl's face when he pulled up on the motorcycle was enough to make Glenn's stomach turn. It felt like the day Beth passed all over again. Daryl was beside himself, pacing and grasping at his hair, the archer looked ready to faint. "I looked all over the ridges, Rick!" Daryl growled, pulling back and punching a sizable hole into the drywall. Blood dripped from his knuckles and soaked into the plush carpet as he paced once more. "I went the whole way out to the fuckin' shoppin' district. I cleared three shops we hadn't got to yet. I looked in the library. I searched every inch of the woods I could from the walls to about three miles out each way! I crawled in the damn sewer for Christ's sake!" Daryl was in retrospect fucking filthy. He was covered in zombie guts and dirt. And now Glenn completely understood what that third smell was that emanated from Daryl. "She's not out there I just know it... somethin' had to happen in here." Daryl muttered only stopping making his track in the carpet when Carol came back with a wet wash cloth for him to wipe his face and hands off with. "I aint doubtin' ya, Daryl." Rick tried deescalating the archer. "I just think a pass in the daylight with fresh eyes would be good... " Rick started ignoring the resentful glare he received in response. "Ya think I woulda missed her? I was calling out fer her! She would have heard me!" Daryl hissed, taking a challenging step towards Rick. But Glenn knew more than anyone what Rick was insinuating... that there was a chance you couldn't have answered. Be it because you were in danger... or dead. Rick stayed silent staring Daryl down trying desperately to get this point across to him without actually being the one to say it. "I just think we need to send a fresh new team out... You need to shower... eat something... then you can join Glenn in the city looking for her." Rick muttered definitively. With a small nod Glenn tried to pull a confident nod. "Yeah! I'll head out right away ok... so don't worry." Glenn muttered stepping as close as his nose would allow to the archer. Daryl rolled his eyes but nodded heading up the stairs to take a shower. Rick watched him carefully before turning to Glenn and Maggie. "Listen... I'll need everyone on this. Maggie I need you to talk to Deanna and explain that some of our people will be searching for one of our own outside of the walls... don't go into details yet. We don't want Dr. Dickface catching wind that we're onto him. I also don't want you to tell her we'll be searchin' in the walls too. If anyone has a chore, have them search while they work to be less conspicuous. The rest of us need to be as normal as possible while we look. Carol. You need to ask about locations in the walls that anyone would know of that is secret. Or that is kept off limits for any reason." Maggie and Carol nodded mentally noting Rick's instruction. "Ok, lets fucking find [Y/N]."

Your POV

Sliding around the wall you tried like hell to keep the growling, flesh-eating demon as far away from yourself as you possibly could. Unfortunately for you a pipe pultruding from the wall caught your shirt and caught you off guard. The small ripping sound from your shirt caught the monster's attention and the growling mutilated corpse surged towards you just as you lost your balance. Holding both arms out straight you screamed as the weight of another human pinned you back against the wall. A sharp pain shot through your nondominant hand and suddenly as a slippery and slimy appendage slid past your fingers you realized that the zombie had your hand in it's mouth. Adrenaline surged through you like a drug as the poison of the bite seeped into your blood. Using every ounce of strength you had in you, you pushed back off the wall, forcing the walker to stumble back. Gripping tight to his open jaw you grabbed the zombies skull and slammed it into the nearest thing you could find. The sharp corner of the filing cabinet. Over and over again you bashed the walker's skull into the sharp metal corner until the grunting and gurgling of the monster could no longer be heard. With a dull thud you released the beast and stood shaking, trying desperately to catch your breath as the stinging in your hand was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Reaching above you, you searched for a light source for the first time in only god knew how long. Just when you were certain you would die in the dark, doomed to turn into the very thing that you just slayed, you found a long thin string hanging from a single bulb in the ceiling. Giving the string a quick yank you could have cried when the light clicked to life. A breathy jubilant laugh escaping your lips as you shielded your eyes from the near blinding light that burned your retinas. But the faint dripping of fresh blood reminded you that time was not on your side. Your hand was a mangled mess. The bite forming deep in the meat of your palm you knew the entire hand needed to be amputated and fast. Ripping a thick strip of your shirt from the bottom you tied it off high on your armpit pulling it as tight as you could. Searching the ground you were happy to find your wrench placing it in your makeshift tourniquet you twisted it until the blood stopped and tied it off.

You didn't know how much time had passed since you had been bitten but your entire arm was starting to turn a deep unappealing color and your head was beginning to spin. You had emptied your stomach into the corner of the room several times after the effects of the adrenaline had worn off. You knew one of two things were going to happen... you were either going to die here, trapped in a basement of a house no one would ever find. Or Daryl would find you... he always did... and he would have to kill you. Sweat gathered on your forehead and your stomach flipped. You had no idea if you tied the tourniquet tight enough to keep the infection from spreading... even so, you could simply be dying from sepsis. That was an old world disease wasn't it? God you couldn't even remember. Sitting up against the door you really took in the room for the first time since you got there. The filing cabinet was covered in blood and viscera. But it looked expensive. Like one of those fire safe ones that promised to keep your documents safe even in a whatever class fire. You wondered vaguely what it was doing there before deciding that you didn't have the energy to search through it. The only other things you could see were the pipe that got you into this mess that seemingly went nowhere and were the home of a lonely pair of handcuffs hanging from them, rusted and bloody. Cocking a brow you turned to the zombie laying against the wall on the other side of the filing cabinet. Sure enough the flesh on the walker's one wrist was bloodied and broken. Looked like you weren't the only one shoved in this hell hole to die... lovely. Above the pipe was a vent. Presumably for fresh air to filter in from somewhere within the house you sighed and laid your head back against the wood. Your throat was sore from screaming. But what the hell. Maybe eventually someone would hear you.

Leaning your tired body against the concrete wall directly below the vent you screamed with all your might. Your throat ached and you couldn't help the aching cough that came once your voice started to fail you. For the longest time you received nothing but silence in return. Once in a while the scurrying of mice over what you could only assume were the radiators and vent covers of the empty house echoed through the pipes of the vent sending a jolt of hopeful optimism through you that quickly died out with every pleading cry for help. After a while you gave up. Sliding down the wall you leaned your body against the cold concrete, resigning yourself to death, when finally you heard it. "Hey!" The voice echoed loud and clear through the grate of the vent so loudly that you could had sworn the man screaming was in the same room as you. Listening closely you stood once more, praying that you hadn't just hallucinated the voice or dreamed it into reality as you had seen Rick do a thousand times with his lost loved ones. "[Y/N]! Are you in here?!" Glenn cried out loud and clear, and you could have just just kissed the man had you both not already been sworn to other people. "Glenn!" You screamed, banging the vent as hard as you could to catch his attention. "Glenn can you hear me?!" You nearly begged, clutching a pipe for dear life as you heard footsteps. "[Y/N]! I hear you! Where are you?" Glenn screamed the sounds of footsteps became more frantic. Sounding nearer then farther as he presumably searched room to room for you in the house above you. "I-I'm in the basement Glenn!" You screamed, tears falling from your cheeks easily as you sobbed. "Listen! It's not safe here! There are walkers here!" You heard Glenn's footsteps slow as he listened. "Walkers?" He asked tensely. "Yes! I killed the one that was in the room with me... b-but Glenn-" A loud thud cut you off and you were sure something horrible had happened before Glenn cut you off. "Don't say it... I'm coming to get you... so just... just stay put I'll get you out." Glenn growled, his footsteps becoming more and more distant until they and his voice could no longer be heard. "Wait! Wait!" You cried desperately, tears streaming and washing the dirt and blood from your face in thick streaks. "Glenn! I need you to tell Daryl I love him!" You screamed as loudly as you could, pacing the small space, you suddenly realized just how tiny it really was. Never before had it felt so claustrophobic. Never before had it felt so much like a prison until now. Until you felt so completely isolated. Walking to the thick wooden door you slammed your good hand against it kicking and screaming with all your might praying that maybe it would give way just enough to let you pry your way out and get to Glenn.

"[Y/N]!" His voice froze you in place and melted your heart into pieces breaking you down into heart wrenching sobs that hurt your chest and burned your lungs. Daryl was somewhere outside of the door. You could hear him clear as day. But a greedy part of you never wanted him to find you... The selfish part that knew deep down that Daryl would always want to finish things himself... the one that also knew he could never finish this by himself if he needed too. He just couldn't but he wouldn't allow anyone else to do it and it could endanger everyone... Bu that was why you loved him. He loved and felt so purely. You'd have it no other way. "Daryl!" You sobbed out, hearing a distant banging turn into wood clattering onto concrete you knew that someone had broken down the basement door. And if you had to guess it was Rick or Daryl. "{Y/N]! Darlin' where are ya?" Daryl cried out frantic worry in his voice as, his footsteps paced the concrete just outside the door where you were kept. "There! There's another door." Rick growled, sounding manic and breathless. So it was him who bashed down the last door... "[Y/N] if your in there back away from the door! Rick's gonna break it down!" Glenn cried out making you scramble back from the door in time to see the blade of an axe pierce through the wood. It took six swings for rick to make a sizable enough hole for both he and Daryl to fit through. You noted that it would have only taken three if it were just Glenn and Michonne... but who was counting... Holding your wounded arm as closely to your body as you could you stood shaking, covered in blood and sweat, and shaking like a leaf. Daryl stepped through first, Rick and Glenn following close behind then Michonne. The four stooges... would have been funny under different circumstances. Daryl eyed your injured body a deep frown forming on his face as he stepped closer to you. "Sunshine..." He started, holding out a hand to touch you, but as if on instinct to protect the man you jolted away as if your simple touch would burn him. Shaking your head you let the tears fall, words unable to form as thick sobs got stuck in your throat. "Wha'-" Daryl tried again, desperate to avoid the obvious. Maybe you just cut yourself... maybe it was crushed... hell maybe there was a curse put on you and he could just... fix it! But everyone else knew better. Glenn looked devastated shaking his head and backing away into the extended storage of the basement. Michonne was already unsheathing her sword, looking to Rick for guidance. Rick... He stood stock still, a grim firm look on his face. You could tell he didn't dare say a word until Daryl gave the order to do something... anything... but you... you had to make him understand first. "Baby. I love you more than anything." You started sadly meeting Daryl's eyes. But the archer wasn't just going to take that. No... it couldn't go down like that... not after everything. Not after all this! "So... it's a bite then..." Daryl tried to sound calm, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. You could only nod. "Daryl-" You tried to reason with him... tried to explain that he and Glenn should just wait outside. You'd meet him later... that one day he'd wake up with you by his side. But the brunette archer wasn't about to take it laying down. "We'll cut it off." Daryl bit out between gritted teeth turning to Michonne who only looked shocked then sad. "Daryl... fevers set in... you know we need to-" She tried to reason, but Daryl simply shook his head grunting and glaring at the floor like a child throwing a tantrum. "If you don't do it I will." He growled, reaching for the knife he carried with him everywhere, and suddenly fresh adrenaline pumped through your blood making you shake and shiver in both anticipation and fear. Rick sighed shifting his weight. "We do this... and she turns... you're gonna have to be the one who-" Rick muttered, once again cut off by Daryl's grunt and shake of the head. "Won't happen I won't let it." Daryl growled turning to you assuredly.

Michonne tried like hell to make it quick. You'd thought that after so many heads she'd severed that the blade on her katana was as sharp as they made them. It was sharp but despite all of her best efforts, your screaming begging and crying she could not make it go through bone. So despite every ounce of begging you tried. Every time you begged Daryl to just kill you as he held you tight to keep you from moving. It was Rick's axe that freed you from your diseased arm. Your vision blurred, your voice slurred, and everything sounded like you were resting at the bottom of the ocean as you met Daryl's worried eye, the last thing you saw before everything went black.

One Week Later ~~~ Daryl's POV

All the walkers that slipped through the gates had been slaughtered by Rick and the town meeting to decide Rick's fate for his earlier spat with the Dr. had ended with both the town's leader Reg, slayed by the Dr. himself and Dr. Anderson executed by Rick as ordered by Deanna... It certainly felt as if all hell was breaking loose on Alexandria. At the town meeting Rick unloaded on the residents of the town. Telling them all about the torture room the Dr. had set up and how if Alexandria ever truly came under attack the residents would never be prepared for a fight. Rick set up trainings for the residents. A new doctor was put into place, her Dr. Denise. Her first patient, treating the infection that was setting into place in the wound of the unconscious woman that had laid in the medical office for over a week now. Daryl could tell Denise was extremely underqualified for the position. Books upon books of medical texts lain in high stacks around her as she dug for the best treatment melody to give you that wouldn't trip an accidental allergic reaction but also treat the wound, fever, and kill the infection. Daryl watched the timid doctor carefully, placing you on a heavy dose of IV steroids and an even heavier dose of IV antibiotics. "Are you just going to sit there all day..." Denise asked once she had the courage to ask. Daryl shrugged from his seat at the corner of the room. He hadn't planned on leaving yet. As a matter of fact he hardly left your side. "Well as long as your here you can keep yourself busy." Denise huffed, tossing a wet, soapy rag to the very confused archer. "It's time to redress her bandages and give her a sponge bath... figure if you're here you might as well help me bathe her."

There was nothing more intimate than bathing with your partner. Lathering each other's bodies up. feeling the way the warm suds slipped through your fingers as you ran your hands across their most intimate parts. But this... this was different on an entirely new plane of weird. Daryl felt almost like a massive pervert, touching you like this while you slept. But after a few less than gentle reassurances from Denise reminding him that it was crucial to get every bit of you body, he complied, happy to do the work himself, refusing to let another human being get this up close with you in his life. But just as soon as he finished and was certain that the bandages coming off today were actually looking better than they did the day before, he bolted for the door. Refusing to be wrapped in another medical tasks. "Should I leave the office unlocked for you tonight again?" Denise asked making Daryl turn slightly. He wanted to punch the glass out of the stupid door in frustration. He wanted to yell "I'll be back by dinner! She'll be awake and hungry by then." But he simply looked to the floor and nodded feeling a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over him as she sighed. "Ok... I'll set up a pillow and some blankets for you on the couch."

The walk to Aaron's garage was a short one but it was easy to pass up when Daryl's mind felt heavy and weighed down. "Daryl!" The archer heard his friend call out expectantly. Turning on his heel Daryl hummed darting into the garage and finding his seat on the upturned bucket next to his bike. "Hey... you looked lost in though... is everything ok?" Aaron asked tinkering with a wrench and socket joint. "'M fine..." Daryl growled reaching down between his knees to grab a screwdriver. Aaron hummed in return. A calm silence that both knew all too well. Daryl had more so vented to his friend about the entire situation days ago when Rick had to drag him out of the medical bay to let Carol and the Doctor stitch her wound. "Oh! Hey..." Aaron muttered absentmindedly reaching behind himself to pull a large project forward that was covered with a sheet. Pulling the sheet away, a robotic hand sat proudly on a pedestal hooked to various wires and gadgets. Daryl stood slowly, a look of confusion crossing his face as he stepped closer to the counter. "Wha's that?" Daryl asked glancing at Aaron. "Oh I used to work in robotics for a time... I thought it was cool and this was my version of the prosthetic my uncle should have had a chance to have." Aaron muttered taping the wires to the skin of his arm. Squeezing his hand, Daryl watched in amazement as the robotic hand followed and matched Aaron's every movement exactly. "It's all electricity based. The movement and power of the prosthetic comes from the natural electricity found in the body. I could fashion a quick joint to go along with this, just a piston that would lift the arm up and down on swivel for the elbow if you'd think [Y/N] would be interested..." Aaron muttered meeting Daryl's gaze tentatively. The archer couldn't help but smile. "We'll see what she says... but I'm sure she'll love it."

As day turned to night and Daryl bid farewell to Aaron, his belly full after a large supper at his friend's and Eric's house. Daryl strolled the darkened streets of Alexandria wondering, if he'd ever get to do this again with you. Walking into the medical office he was grateful to find the front door unlocked and a blanket and pillow setting out just for him just as promised. But something was off... something was different. Normally when he came to check on you the bed was lying flat for the night, the monitors turned on so whoever came to check you at night could check your heart beat and the lights were off. None of those things happening right now. Your heart monitor had been shut off creating an eerie quiet in the building. Your bed was sitting upright but your body was slumped over the side of the bed. Soft groaning and whining came from you and an intense panic fell over Daryl as he instantly grasped the end of the bed to steady himself. He knew Rick told him... But he hadn't truly believed he'd had too... "Fucking God... Fuck." Your voice, albeit extremely annoyed voice, threw Daryl for a loop. You were alive... More importantly you were a-fucking-wake! Scrambling to your side, Daryl hoisted you back into bed not able to contain the face splitting smile that crossed his features. "Woah there... what are ya doin' Sunshine?" Sunshine... god he'd never thought he'd ever say that word again. "Daryl!" You cried wrapping your arm around your boyfriend. "Thank God you came. I dropped the remote to the bed and it tried to make me into a sandwich!" Daryl couldn't stop the laugh that burst from his chest. kneeling down slowly he picked up the remote, handing it to his love before enveloping her as carefully as he physically could. His laughter slowly turning into heartfelt sobs as you stroked your fingers through his hair. "I should have been here." He whined. "It's ok baby..." You whispered, kissing his crown then his lips tenderly, sweetly. "You're here now. That's all that matters."

[imustbenuts]

@pancake-breakfast

so i read the isekai bean counter The Other World's Books Depend on the Bean Counter as per ur suggestion and wowe i actually like this isekai. there's enough characterization in the side characters to feel like they have their own stories and pov to tell. it's great, and the typical isekai rpg tropes arent really used too much and yeah i like this

so i think for this case, there is a bit of japanism going on but its not egregious? maybe? ill try to explain but ymmv. ill say if theres a flaw its that the world building of this isekai is not fleshed out enough on the culture/social department in short, but it's not really a problem since the story is really good at focusing on the stuff it wants to hit. the flaw is a personal observation and doesnt subtract imo.

work culture

the most japanism the mcs bring into this world imo is their view on work, which is the center of the story's theme. to put it simply, the MC, Seiichiro and the girl maiden, Yua, come imprinted with the culture effects of having the expectation to pull their own weight and work. Seiichiro is the overworked 30 year old salaryman thats normal under japanese societal standards, and Yua is a new gen yet to enter workforce girl who has yet to figure out if she wants to accept or reject the work culture.

meanwhile the isekai country they are summoned into, Romany, clearly embodies a different work culture thats more on the more... wasteful or even lazier side. more about this in a bit.

Seiichiro's work ethic and the work culture he embodies starts infecting others in the isekai, and Seiichiro single handedly causes multiple department in the world to be actually efficient, and influences the king to look for internal and difficult solutions than rely on summoning randos to fix their problem. but theres some stuff in there. theres a more framing on how his work ethic is actually extreme, is fucking terrible for his health, and he does pay the price multiple times, and he does eases up on it a little which is good.

it takes time for his love interest Aresh to slowly coax him out of it, and Aresh also gets a kick in the nuts to put more thought into his work, which is very cool.

but if i can point out a little thing here, its that Romany comes off as a incompetent country thats more interested in serving the egos of its nobles and those with titles. kind of, since we're shown that many of those already in positions of authority are actually competent in their jobs.

if we extrapolate how Romany might be a European or a Western country compared to Japan, i can then safely say this might be subconsciously how some might view the short work hours in certain countries like Australia, New Zealand and Norway. i believe none of them are over 40 hours/week. but japan is so bad its infamous for Karoshi so. you know. somethings going on here. since the writing never frames it as an actual flaw but just the norm, the writer is careful to not take a stance about Romany's work hours and by proxy its potential real life counterparts.

theres also something lowkey about ikigai, the thing that one centers to be the meaning of their life. for seiichiro, that's work that he can throw himself into and produce results. Romany does not seem to have this ikigai, and to be fair ikigai is like the self help book for employees to justify the destruction of their bodies over, so eh.

Romany at least does not culturally fully pick up on this ikigai, and the writer doesnt let Seiichiro impose this part of him on the country despite bettering it. which is good. so the japanism of this part i think gets a pass imo.

food culture

hmmm tough

because the MC doesnt have full agency over his food, he is only allowed to eat things that suit his palette and doesnt kill him. of the food we are shown, while of them are vaguely yoshoku, it never becomes too much of a focus for me to pick up on anything that suggest otherwise either. so its ambiguous as to what cuisine this is, but at the very least there's soup.

because also theres a lack of focus and a huge suggestion on how the MC's palette is more in line with japanese cuisine which tends to be on the lighter side, he seems a little picky with food.

but again bc the writing is careful not to force the natives of this Isekai world to be influenced by his choice of food, but in fact the other way round, its not a problem here.

religion

okay probably the most egregious part but i think its bc the writing is more interested in using this as a vehicle rather than fleshing out world building.

the miasma and purification thing is rooted in shintoism. thats it. Romany's religion is Shintoism but if the god was a more Monotheistic one. this isnt out of the norm for japanese media but it feels very uninspired to me. religion in anime/manga/LN also tends to be very dragon quest-y rather than actual religion-y.

i skimmed through vol 6 in japanese, and theres a part where Seiichiro and Yua goes "We come from a polytheistic culture where there are so many gods one can't possibly remember all. So its cool if you want to believe in just one or all or none at all."

and this breaks the minds of the small audience they have bc Romany is 90% of a monotheistic faith. to be fair these 2 who are supposedly summoned with the backing of their god saying polytheism or even atheism is cool is in context kinda mind blowing.

if anything this is more of a take that to those who try to shut down other faiths. so again, not actually bad and also funny.

the mc's domain

its interesting that his domain is just over check and balances. meaning, he physically does not have agency over a real material piece. his position as the uke also further reinforces his (perhaps at times willful) lack of agency.

in other isekais as ive mentioned before typically when the MC gets their 'domain' it goes full japanism and often while consuming the native's own. while i dont expect a writer to write things thats radically out of their comfort zone and culture, it does get a little silly like the Reincarnated As A Slime anime where the MC's faction wears increasingly Japanese outfits.

bean counter also gets a plus for committing to not bringing in more japanese style outfits. kinda. the hoodie Aresh wears at times is kinda a pass.

bweh

i actually like this and seems like they are making a anime adaptation of this. yay. thanks for suggesting this to check out i actually really like this LOL

[greatkittydream]

The creature from the dungeon 3

“Thinking” ‘talking’ (righters input)

Jacob POV

walking down the halls of the dungeon aimlessly really. Jacob had apparently adopted a child along the way. lamenting his oh so tragic fate, as he had this small child rest her head upon his shoulder as he kept walking. he really did feel bad for her though.no child should have to go through what she did. So if it been playing Big Brother for a little bit and keeping her off her feet he was fine with that.

"Okay I'm obviously in some sort of fantasy world and I'm going to take a guess and say magic is a rare but still occurring characteristic. you know what it's fine magic is just science you haven't studied yet”.

Running several thought processes through his head. being chopped up into three main categories. limitations, exploitations, and usefulness.

These look categories he's going to place as things he's found under. Magic curling under limitations, unable to figure out if it's a common occurrence or not and what are its limitations.

Sniffling Sniffling

Looking back over Jacob could see the small child choking back sobs. pulling out his phone and seeing that I had 86% battery he made his decision.

“well it's not like it was going to be much use to me anyways”

pulling up his illegally downloaded music list because he refused to pay $50 for some bullshit app. He had a wide variety of Music ranging from anime openings to old songs. ��The best way to deal with trauma is to ignore it. So how about music to cheer us up ay’.

As he selected this song he wanted to play and set it down he said it to play.

'Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born...Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born...Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born'

singing with the cheery upbeat music of Creepy Nuts - Bling-Bang-Bang-Born doing the shimmy dance he actually got the child to laugh. Seeing as this was working he walked over her and got her to join him in dancing. ( Highly recommended )

'Come on kid we got to make it out of where the hell this is. There's obviously no form of policing here and I don't really feel comfortable leaving a small child alone'.

Bending down on his knees showing her his back and resting his arms at his side she tilted her head before hopping on his back and saying.

‘ou'reyay ayay eallyray eirdway umanhay utbay ou'reyay ayay unfay umanhay, aybemay ou'reyay omfray ymay amiliarfay?’.

‘I have no idea what you just said but yes, now the child to glory and onwards Adventure awaits’.

Jacob cringed on the inside. while he was absolutely silly and this was more towards his true personality than stoicism. He was still putting on an extra layer of glamorousness to distract the child from what just happened.

Marching forward he saw a door labeled 198. Taking a moment to take this and what he saw earlier with the other plaque. He's figured out that he's in some sort of facility with different layers. He just needs to make his way towards the top and this fills them with hope.

“Okay umm… you know what fuck it I'm in a magical isekai. I have no fucking clue what any of this means and I'm tired of pretending like I do. So I'll just go along with this assuming I'm underground or some shit in a dungeon and make my way towards the top and then figure all this out once I have more information available. Cuz God damn it I need data points to figure this out".

Pushing through the door again he felt even better almost as if something long forgotten to him was finally being returned. quickly looking down to make sure his body hadn't lost any more of its already dwindling fat Supply.

he was relieved to see it hadn't. what he couldn't tell at the moment though was something around him became bigger or of sorts what was previously the size of his body had grown out by a solid half foot.

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Aafje pov

Aafje was currently riding on her familiar back. and she couldn't be more happy about it. At first she was afraid given it was a human.

but the more she thought about it the more it made sense to her she came from a strong Noble family so of course she'd have a strong familiar. A beast who would arrive and your most dire need. that what a familiar is.

And he was fun too. He made that black sing and he dance with her. it reminded her of before her mama and papa died and big sis to go to the dungeon all on her own.

“But now that I have my own familiar I can finally join big sis and help out”.

Clearing her throat and pointing she'll make her deck relation today.

‘Forward my mighty familiar. together we'll go save big sis and make up so much money she'll never have to go here again’.

What neither of them noticed was a strange yellow glow coming from the four bags held within Jacob's grass.

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Vect POV

‘Tell me Cyrus what's the current situation’.

‘Which situation my Lord’?

‘How the master strip of the great Canal is doing. Maybe we could go out for some tea with her sometime. what situation do you think I'm talking about idiots when as little as going to return with our Leverage’.

‘Well they appear to be making their way towards the upper floors’.

‘Perfect let's start heading down to meet them’.

‘What about the prisoners my Lord’.

‘Have them walk in front of us any monsters that want to get through us have to eat them first’.

Putting one leg over the other and resting his head on his arm as he took a sip of wine out of a golden-crusted goblet. He was currently thinking over his current situation and what he could do. while not the most competent you don't become first in line for nobility in the dark lands without being cunning.

Especially with so many younger siblings after your head. standing up in his luxurious tent in making his way towards the exit he looked over toward the prisoners who were being kept. Bound by metal chains keeping their arms tied to their waist.

Well not as clean as he would have liked it he obviously underestimated these people. Not that he would ever tell anyone and he needed his leverage if he was going to make it through this with a profit.

The losses he's incurred already to manpower would not help them in the long run. He could substitute them with mercenaries but they are most definitely of lesser quality.

Maybe getting these four into a slave contract would substitute that nicely adding four experience dungeon delvers in exchange for two noble guard.

"And that very small child would make a fine concubine, with the noble blood running through her veins. Me marrying her and enslaving her older sister would Grant any titles and territory into my family's name".

"And my back pocket, Yes I can see it now I can definitely use this to get a leg over my kin insecure my title as air to the heir of the gore child clan".

A decrepit smile came on his face will definitely very early on into the scheming phase of things having this good base and operations already.

This would lend greatly to his Political and Military power. while not giving him a peasantry that he would know of this would give him influence in the city and the surrounding country.

Walking up to the four prisoners he made his will known.

‘Get up before we're going to meet up with your sister’.

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Jacob POV

Rummaging through the bags he took earlier for anything edible he found dried meat. shrugging and biting into it he began to tear at it. The little girl on his back made a shock noise in the beginning spouting out something.

figuring he was hungry he just handed her one. He watched that she tried to bite into it but her teeth couldn't sink deep into it. Looking into the back in front of her she pulled out a knife and began cutting a piece off. sticking it into her mouth and began sucking on it.

With a shrug he figured she just must have had a weak jaw if the stereotypes are true else were herbivores meaning that they won't need that strong of a bite force.

Then again horses did exist and they could bite the flesh off of a human pretty good. so he was maybe talking out his ass.

‘Come on we need to put as much ground between us and those freaks as possible’.

Pushing forward he kept walking. He doesn't know how long he's been moving but he knows it's been a while. He certainly knows the kid on his back is tired she's been making the droopy eyes for a while now.

Coming to what would be an exit of a mineshaft simply read the plaque 197.

“Man, I'm making great progress. I'll probably just starve before I get to room 150”.

Walking up to the door it had a very similar look to that of exiting the Vault from Fallout 3. Taking in a deep breath in opening the door, what good at Jacob was a bright flash of light.

Upon adjusting his eyes he saw an island of paradise, several sand dunes with the few trees here and there with dozens of feet of water across.

In an infinite ocean surrounding that across from him maybe a football field or two across was an hut.

‘If that Isn't the exit he was fucked, well it could be worse’.

Before he could start his treck across the shallow Waters he saw Shadows surrounding the islands finally.

‘Oh cool it gets worse fucking sharks thanks you Murphy's Law Why don't you go all the way and fuck me over a table why don't you’.

That's when he saw a mammoth of a shadow swimming at great speeds towards the shallow Banks. assuming it was some type of megalodon or some shit.

Going to beach itself to try and eat him he began to jump back through the door. only for a massive tentacle to latch on to the Shadow and raise it high above the air.

The “shark” wasn't a shark at all it was more like a mosasaurs. It was a giant lizard reptile the size of a blue whale. and it was being lifted High into the sky completely wrapped around by a tentacle.

‘FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU MURPHY’. ‘Fuck this shit I'm out mhm Fuck this shit I'm out No thanks Don't mind me I'ma just grab my stuff and leave Excuse me please’.

Turning around, walking back through the door and Slamming it shut he sat the child down and started rummaging through the bags. pulling out a sleeping bag and a small tent he set it up.

The child for her part was spouting nonsense and honestly he didn't care to think of what she was saying at the moment.

'ywhay areyay eway urningtay aroundyay ? ouyay otallytay ouldcay avehay akentay atthay ingthay . ohyay iyay etgay ityay ouyay antway otay ebay atyay ouryay ayay amegay eforebay ouyay ightfay ethay ightymay akenkray'.

Having set up the camping grounds he laid the child in a sleeping bag next to him and laid on his own. closing his eyes and thinking of sweet thoughts he went to sleep.

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Raxs POV

“I can't believe I let this happen I let my future sister-in-law get kidnapped I made myself look like an idiot in front of my crush and now I'm being forced to tank a punch for this bastard”

True to what was said earlier the party had taken up the front of the position with racks on his part without his Shield, only his body to take the damage.

While on the lower levels this would be fine the more they went down the harder this would get.

Lionheart spoke up before Rex could Lament his fate more.

‘more marionettes coming up’

Looking up ahead he saw the marionettes in question. They were currently on floor 157 nicknamed the toy box. A room that looks like that of a circus with all sorts of man-sized children's toys.

The marionettes look like porcelain dolls that had strings controlling them. which they could use to attack opponents. Running at speeds that would outpace a horse and closing in fast they perform acrobatics before attacking.

Raxs simply flexes his muscles and repairs to get hit. One of the marionettes jumps high above his head before using its string like a noose wrapping it around his throat

Before Landing behind him and trying to throw him face first into the flooring. Instead of being launched High into the air and then thrown down he didn't move a muscle.

He grabbed the string around his throat and pulled hard the marionette was flung at him after as if weightless. Stretching out his arm he clotheslines it so hard it's face shatters.

As it begins cracking it turns into a pure mana of before dropping its item. I wind up a box that could drop a number of items the better luck you had the better the item.

Looking over to his compatriot, Lionheart for his part had already killed three. The fourth one is currently caught between his claws at the end of his legs it's three on the top and one on the bottom. each one about a half a foot in length.

Its hands were currently smashing against his ankle with his height squeeze the head went pop. Setting his foot back to the floor looking at the soon to spawn boss.

A giant Jack in the Box start to whine by itself getting faster and faster until out popped a giant skeletal figure a sunken in face half of it covered by rotten flesh. After it's shriek magical debuffs were set upon us along with its owning some more marionettes and smaller Jack in the Box monsters.

“This is going to be a long day”.

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Jacob POV

Jacob woke up staring at the ceiling. It was so surreal in that moment he wasn't thinking so much as he was just breathing and letting his mind rest. Running his fingers through the child's hair in smooth patterns to help calm himself.

He had been thinking about it for hours. The likelihood of the Kraken actually trying to eat him or the child was unlikely given how little nutrients they would give.

"Those megalodons? mosasauruses? whatever you want to call them probably would go for a bite though".

Bring his free hand down to his mouth and biting on his thumb moving his jaw left to right thinking of his next move.

The child currently laying on his chest let out a small yawn and a big stretch. looking down and seeing the child look at him he sat up with her falling onto his lap.

She hopped off his lap and headed outside. standing quickly to his feet making sure she wasn't heading to the door he found her heading down a hallway.

Seeing no problem with this he decided to follow her. He wasn't going to let her go out by herself with those freaks still somewhere around.

After letting her explore a little they came across a giant door made with marble with intricate designs. When she got close enough the door opened up on its own revealing a chest inside of a spacious room.

‘Nope this is a bathroom if I've ever seen it, Come on we're not going in there’.

Looking to a side noticing she was gone immediately, went forward before looking up and seeing the child already in the room.

BWAAAAAAH BWAAAAAAH BWAAAAAAH

A trumpet went off three times hearing a grading struggling noise. The door behind us was closing fast. the child had stopped in her tracks at the sight of a Angelic figure descending made its presence known.

‘Fuck this Dark Souls bullshit’.

Grabbing the child by the back of her shirt and pulling rather hard rushed forward towards the door going at a speed humans had yet to achieve in his world. By the time he got there it was almost closed. Barely 6 in before closing in total.

SLAM

Jacob had slammed his arm in the door before it could fully close. it hurt like a bitch he felt like his arm was breaking. looking behind me saw the Angelic figure unravel its wings as it touched the floor.

Thinking Fast shoving is another hand in the door dropping the child and wrenching it open as fast as he could, putting his two feet against the doors well and using his entire body. He managed to push it open just enough for the child to crawl through.

looking back up he saw the lady angel brandishing her sword and getting ready what looked like a dash. curling his legs up and launching himself through the door with his one good arm it shut behind him.

‘HAHAHA fuck you off brand Elden ring Melina’.

BAM BAM BAM

"The door is cracking the bitch is trying to break through".

'time to nut up or shut up'.

Looking to his left seeing the child on her butt with a big smile on her face looking at him as if expecting something. Grabbing the child and putting her under his arm and start booking it towards the

By the time the two got to the end of the hallway the door blasted open marble and dust scattered all over the place in a hunting Angelic voice the angel was singing as it was following them. “Does this bitch have echolocation no way that thing is sentience and singing just isn't something things do for no reason”.

His arm was burning, his lungs fell out of breath, he was pushing himself harder than he ever had before in his life. not during a schoolyard fight. Not when placed in a boy's home. had he ever pushed himself this hard before he felt like he was going to break.

He saw the exit but the singing was getting closer if he had a guess a good 50 ft between them. He began his Sprint to say he wasn't sprinting before would be a lie. What this was was an adrenaline endorphin-filled Last Hope.

Faster he went he didn't even notice that the wind was fluttering around him at such a pace it would be comparable to that of a car. He was just moving.

Closer and closer he got to the door until he was there but the saying was just behind him reading his legs for spring action he launched forward slamming his forearm against the door.

He launched through the door flying through the sky as the wooden door was broken off and landed in the sand dune with a child safely in his arm.

Hearing the angels singing not wanting to take the chance whether she could pass on to the next floor or not he just say it to run while he still had the endorphins and adrenaline. For he went when he reached the water he wasn't even thinking that the angel would have come through the door by now he was just thinking to get to the other exit. As he marched to the water slowing him down tremendously Shadows began circling around them. One of them stuck there had barely out the water similar to that of a crocodile taking a sniff. looking at the child in his arms and began swimming towards him. He was close to the next sandbank just a couple dozen more feet. The shadow was behind them hearing the tattle tail splashing of water he looked behind and saw the shadow just 10 ft behind. Throwing the child onto the sand bank and turning around as the monster left out of the water. He ducked going underneath the leap as he looked up and saw the monster stomach. He launched up, grabbing it. As he held it there he wasn't going to let it get back in the water. The months are thrashing trying to get out of his grasp but he was able to hold on to it.

slowly but steadily marching towards the sand Bank to where he could Beach the thing and then kill it. Marching up to the sand Bank in laying it down there on its stomach. it tried to use its paws to climb towards the water sitting down on its back. Jacob looked around for the closest weapon he could find. There was a kind of large Rock near a tree. Making a whistling noise to get the child's attention and gesturing towards the rock she picked up on it and brought it to him. Grabbing the rock with both hands and raising above his head he began to smash it down over and over and over again. until the things skull cracked completely open. What happened next caught Jacob off guard. It went poof shattering into tiny crystals that floated it back up into the air falling flat on his ass. He noticed something in front of him. Three of its teeth but not where its mouth was where its heart was.Jacob was done thinking for today he grabbed the three teeth shoved him in his pocket. and again walking toward.

‘You cost us a tint, two sleeping rolls and possibly gave me three heart attacks you are no longer allowed to wander’.

In one ear and out the other she couldn't even understand him.

‘You're lucky I'm a good person and you're adorable’. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

so that's chapter 3 a bit shorter than I wanted but I wanted to get it out sometime this week

again if you have any tips for writing or any ideas you think would be cool be sure to message me.

[c0rpseductor]

nearly made myself cry thinking about in from the cold again so here are my thoughts obviously this is endwalker spoilers for anybody who hasn’t finished it yet.

this is very much horror that’s tailored to My WOL Specifically but like. i was watching the cutscene again and it occurred to me we don’t know anything about the body WOL gets put in for this quest. if i were writing it i realized that being able to point out the incongruities as pfeil experiences them would maybe work better since my eventual endwalker fic will be from his POV.

so i thought about “what’s a body that would make him really uncomfortable” and ofc settled on Teenage Girlsoldier. it’s a very plausible type of person in the setting, and there’s the layered element of dysphoria and being too young that adds to the body horror. even if he can’t look at her his voice sounding Even More Wrong will be such a bad time.

i realized that this is doubly horrifying bc of his child harm trigger and how absolutely nuts he gets over it, ESPECIALLY as it applies to young girls given he was one of those once and had a really bad time. so i think Zenos would throw out some kind of “i picked her out specifically just for you, since you like girls” line and pfeil would be going fucking ballistic

finally there’s the issue of Bonding. in a weird way during the mission ingame i bonded with the nameless soldier and hoped they’d be okay once we got to camp, and them dying at the end just kind of added to the general misery of the situation. i think for pfeil, who isn’t very comfortable being “alone in his head” anyway (bc i’ve decided being bodyswapped means he can’t communicate with the rest of his system) and who’s very worried about not just himself but this poor girl, tries to talk to her in his head the whole time and is begging for a response and trying to reassure her that he’s going to keep her safe if they can JUST get to camp and JUST get his body back he PROMISES. and of course once he gets his body back she’s dead and was probably dead the whole time. kind of brutal. that bit was what nearly made me cry

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Season 16 (Part 1)

Summary: After being captured by Michael while Dean was under his control, the reader has spent a very long time locked away waiting for someone to come and find her. When the day finally comes that the door opens, it’s not a familiar face she’s greeted with. Somehow the impossible is standing right in front of her but there’s no time to think about that. Something is terribly wrong and the reader needs the help of this strange young man if she wants to stop what Michael’s put in motion and have a chance at seeing Dean alive again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Free Space

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, SPN season 15 and series spoilers, injury, mention of main character deaths, mention of torture, angst, fluff

A/N: This series takes place post season 15 and follows canon (i.e. if it happened in the show, it happened in this story’s universe). This series is told between the reader and Dean’s POV. This was also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story bingo!

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Reader’s POV

You just about had a heart attack when the door opened. It’d been such a long time since it’d been opened. Years and years and years. You’d lost track of the days quickly but it was long enough for you to accept that it’d been a very long time. Long enough to accept that when Michael took over Dean and threw you down in the windowless little room, Dean didn’t win that fight.

The only thing keeping you going aside from the spell Michael had put up to keep you permanently trapped, body stuck in time, was the desire to save Dean. Or what was left of him. You’d been alone for years, body having taken a beating by Michael when he first captured you. You were still covered in bruises, broken ribs that wouldn’t heal, pain in every breath. You didn’t sleep, didn’t eat. Solitude, cut off from the world, that was your main form of torture. Dean though...who knew what hell he was going through trapped with a psychopath like that for all these years.

You readied yourself, a dark figure walking inside the room. The room was pitch black to a certain point before you were trapped under a bright light you’d yet to figure out how to turn off. The figure stopped as their feet hit the brightness, a pair of brown boots and slim dark jeans all you could make out. They mumbled something and you felt the air shift slightly. You dared to reach at hand out to where the invisible wall keeping you trapped had been.

Your hand waved right on through it and you suddenly felt cool, clean air hit you. The person jolted when you sprang up, running away as you bolted for the door. You followed them up a flight of stairs and straight out into the foyer of a very nice house. You could see it was a man now and tackled him, straddling his hips and grabbing your knife from your waistband of your loose shorts, holding it to his throat. He breathed hard as you stared at him, cocking your head.

He was the spitting image of Dean. Mostly. His eyes weren’t green and there was something about his nose that reminded you of your own. The biggest tell of all though was the genuine fear in his face, the confusion. 

“What’s your name,” you said. You held up the knife for a moment and tucked it away when you saw he was only focused on it. The young man, no more than twenty years old, took a deep breath. You yelped when he threw his legs up and wrapped them around your waist, yanking you off of him. He scrambled to his feet but you were on his tail, grabbing at his jacket. He spun around and popped you in the face, sending you to the floor.

You whined and cupped your cheek, the young man frozen in the doorway with a horrified look on his face.

“Who punches their own mom!” you shouted. He ran out the door and you went after, growling at your bare feet as he took off down the gravel driveway. “I’m gonna find you!”

You stomped your foot on the cool concrete front path, glancing to your right and spotting a sports car. You jogged back inside and found a pair of women’s sneakers, a little too big but you tied them tight and found some keys on a front table. 

About two minutes later you were pulling up beside the guy on the road and hopped out of the car, the man running into the nearby treeline. You pulled out your knife and threw it, catching his jacket and pinning the sleeve to the tree trunk. He stumbled and fell down as you walked over, staring up with wide eyes. You sighed and ran a hand over your face. 

“Can you at least tell me your first name?” you asked. He shook his head and you crossed your arms. “I bet your name is Lyle, isn’t it.”

“How’d you know that?” he asked, voice a bit higher than Dean’s but it made you smile, something warm and familiar to it.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think recently. Lyle is my top name for a boy if I ever had one,” you said. “So. Lyle Winchester.”

“That’s not my name,” he said. He stood up and pulled out the knife, carefully holding it out to you.

“You look just like Dean and me. You’re my son...somehow,” you said.

“Fine. My name is Lyle and that’s all I can say about myself,” he said. “I’m serious.”

You recognized the tone, that edge to it, the roughness but laced with an undercurrent of worry. Part of you wanted him to tell you everything about him but you knew he couldn’t, instead letting yourself give him a simple nod.

“I’ll make you a deal Lyle. I won’t ask questions about you that you can’t answer if you tell me how and why you got me out of there and answer anything else I want to know about this little situation.”

“Or else what?” he scoffed.

“Or else someday when you’re a teenager I won’t let you do anything. Lyle.” You took the knife from him and put it away, taking a deep breath. You stepped back out to the road, leaning against the car. You shut your eyes, something heavy draped over you. You peeled one eye open, Lyle leaning back against the car next to you in a blue flannel and dark gray t-shirt. His black hooded jacket was over your shoulders and you slipped your arms through the sleeves, wrapping them around yourself. You squeezed your eyes tight, shuddering before warm arms embraced you, Lyle almost as tall as Dean holding you close to him. “How did you know I was down there?”

“I can’t answer that,” he said.

“What year is it?” you asked.

“2089.” You froze, staring up at him. “Well, 2089 where we are right now is.”

“Lyle. It was 2018 when Michael took me. That’s not possible.”

“I can’t answer that either.” Tears welled up in your eyes and he hugged you again. “Sorry.”

“Dean was thirty nine the last time I saw him and it’s seventy one years later? He is dead. Sam is dead. They’re all dead so explain to me how the fucking hell I have a son with Dean!” you shouted. You pushed him away and ran your hands over your face. “Years. Fucking years I’ve sat down there waiting for him to come and get me. Him or Sam or someone. Fucking seventy one years!”

“Y/N,” he said, sounding a bit awkward but he cleared his throat. “I can’t answer everything because I don’t know everything. But I exist and that should tell you something.”

You wiped off your face with his sleeve and looked around, turning back and staring at him.

“I’m at the start of whatever this is and you’re way down the line,” you said. He nodded with a slight smile.

“I don’t understand it but this, where I’m from, this has already happened to you.”

“You’re from the future then,” you said.

“Not exactly,” he said. 

“A different universe?” He looked at you like you were nuts and the air shifted, Lyle freezing. You turned and saw Jack, a smile on his face. “Jack?”

“Hi Y/N,” he said. He stepped over and gave you a big hug, a little bit of ache inside you easing finally. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just on pause.”

“Jack I don’t understand fucking anything. What’s going on?” you asked. He pursed his lips and sighed.

“Well you already figured out Lyle is your and Dean’s son. I didn’t think I could slip that one past you. But it had to be him that came and saved you.”

“Why?”

“Dean’s in heaven. Has been for 69 years.” You broke away from him feeling like you’d had a punch to gut and making you breathless. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that with the whole decades worth of trauma thing happening right now.”

“Did Michael…” you trailed off.

“No. A piece of rebar on a vamp hunt,” he said.

“He what?” you said.

“Yeah got pushed back on it. Sam was okay though. Oh and Dean had a dog for a few months.”

“Dean fucking died from that? That’s what kept him down?” you said. Jack nodded and you looked down, blinking your eyes. “Disregarding what is going on in my head right now about that, why didn’t you heal him? Or Castiel?”

“Well Cas was in heaven helping me rebuild after he sort of died and I brought him back. I kinda am the new God,” he said with a smile.

“I’m proud of that but again, why didn’t you come down here and heal Dean?”

“I’m sort of hands off in that regard,” he said. You were about to go off on him for that when it hit you.

“Jack how long have you known I was alive,” you said. 

“2020 when I took over, I got these extra-”

“You knew I was alive and  left me in a hole in the ground for over seventy years?” you said. 

“Like I said, I’m hands off,” he said. 

“I was your fucking mom! I took care of you! I protected you! I almost died for you more than once and when you find out I’m still alive you say fuck that bitch, she can deal with it on her own? What the fuck is wrong with you!” you shouted. You slapped him in the face, Jack pouting as you sank down to your knees. “I want Dean.”

“Y/N.”

“I want Dean and Sam.”

“Y/N-”

“I want Dean!”

“I can’t-”

“Fuck you! You’re as every bit as evil as that devil father of yours after all,” you said. You forced yourself to your feet, tears prickling in his eyes. “Oh did I hurt your feelings? Tough fucking shit! Do you realize that I have not only been stuck waiting for years but my body got stuck too. I’ve been sitting with broken ribs for seventy years. Every single breath excruciating.”

You yanked up your shirt, deep purple and black skin radiating across most of your abdomen. Jack reached out a hand and you moved back, dropping your shirt.

“I thought you were hands off. I don’t want your-” you said before warmth trickled through you, the pain gone, body feeling so strange at being without it. 

“I don’t have to touch to heal you,” he said quietly. He swallowed and bowed his head. “I tried to let people live their lives without my interference and sometimes they’re messy but I’ve come to realize recently that’s wrong. A bit of help here and there is good. It gives people hope and maybe I should have done things different.”

“My family’s dead and I don’t want to wait around decades more to see them again in heaven. You’re going to-”

“No I won’t. Lyle’s life counts on you doing exactly what you’re supposed to as do your two other children’s. I can’t just put you in heaven. You can’t die right and you have to wait to see Dean until things work themselves out. Lyle’s going to be with you for a while and help get some things settled. It’s already set in motion so go with it,” he said.

“Jack I want Dean. Please,” you said. “Please Jack. Just five minutes.”

“Would you rather have your family back in the near future, alive, or would you rather have your and Dean’s souls torn apart and you never see him again, dead or alive? Rather he over there doesn’t exist? Rather no one exists?”

“I didn’t say that. Of course I would rather have them back alive-“

“Then be patient.”

“Jack. You gotta give me something. Something please.”

“I’ll talk to Lyle, tell him he can loosen up some. But I can’t tell you what to do. You have to follow your gut. Listen to Lyle and it’ll work out,” said Jack. You squeezed your eyes shut, Jack carefully resting a hand on your shoulder. “Do you hate me?”

“I hate that our family was ripped apart. I hate that you didn’t tell the boys I was alive once you knew. I hate that the last time I saw Dean alive we argued. I think what I hate most of all is that you treated us like everyone else. We’re not, Jack. We’re your family. All of us deserved a chance at normal and we didn’t get it.”

“Sam did.”

“How many years did Sam live without us? Without his brother?” you asked. Jack glanced down and you nodded. “You said you became God? Why didn’t you get rid of the monsters altogether Jack. Don’t tell me you don’t have that power.”

“I thought...I thought it was the natural order.”

“Yet you know there are other universes with no monsters at all. You could have taken the monsters away. Shit turn them human for all I care. The boys didn’t have to keep hunting after you took over. You could have been hands off and changed that one fact and saved so many lives, improved so many lives.”

“No. I couldn’t have changed it. Not back then.”

“Why the hell not?” you asked. He pulled his hand away and you found yourself in some clean clothes, Lyle’s jacket folded on top of the car.

“Because when I became God, I learned a lot. It sucks knowing that certain things have to happen and that I had to ignore when Sam prayed to me in that barn because things had to happen this way.”

“But why?”

“Because if I didn’t, if I’d intervened then and there, this universe, all of the ones I’ve been busy rebuilding, the way I’ve been rebuilding heaven...it’d be gone. Destroyed and I wouldn’t be able to put it back. It’s a temporary pain even if it doesn’t seem like it. So please, Y/N, please, listen to Lyle. Work with him. It’ll work out and things can be okay. You can have everything you ever wanted and more. You can have the freaking apple pie life and the no monsters and all of it but please understand you have more shit to go through first and whatever happens, do not let Lyle die.”

“He’s my son. I wouldn’t let that happen to him,” you said. Jack nodded and you grabbed his arm when he turned to leave. “You’ve grown up Jackie.”

“I’m still a baby by God standards,” he said.

“The guys take care of you after I was gone?” you asked. 

“Yeah. I missed you though,” he said. “I accidentally killed Mary and sort of lost my soul for a bit. Things got bad for a while.”

“Do you see Kelly in heaven sometimes? Mary?” you asked. He nodded and you smiled. “Kids can fuck up and your parents will forgive you.”

“I’m sorry it has to be this way, Y/N. If I could snap my fingers to fix it all, stop it from ever happening, I would.”

“I’m going to trust that it had to be this way,” you said. “But give me a ballpark figure here. When do I get the guys back?”

“That’s relative. You’re going to end up breaking the space time continuum so it’s hard to answer that correctly.” You stared at him and he shrugged. “Not too long. A few days at most. I promise.”

“Wait is that how we have a twenty year old son?” you asked.

“Yes. The next time you see Dean he’ll be younger than the last you saw him. Just trust your gut and Lyle. Next time I see you I hope things are much better,” he said. You opened your mouth but he disappeared. You shook your head and turned around, Lyle now wearing his jacket, standing closer to the passenger seat door. For a long while you both simply stared, Lyle looking as if he’d just had his own long conversation with Jack. 

“You can call me Y/N if that makes it easier,” you said. He nodded and you took a deep breath, going to the driver’s side. “So. What’s the next move?”

“Jack just said after I got you out we had to go to Lebanon. He didn’t tell me anything more than that,” he said.

“Any idea where we are?” you asked.

“San Antonio,” he said. “So we go North?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Mind taking the first shift driving? I sort of haven’t slept in like seventy years.”

“No that’s fine,” he said. He walked around the front and you made your way to the passenger side, climbing in and sighing. He got behind the wheel and took a deep breath. “You and dad run a construction business.”

“That’s nice,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Dean’d be real good at that kind of thing. He’s really smart.”

“I know. Most guys can’t call up their dad for help on their architecture homework,” he said. 

“You go to college?” you asked, Lyle nodding. “Do you know about...this stuff?”

“I’m still not convinced I’m not insane. I just got home on a friday night. We had dinner and everyone went outside to have a bonfire in the backyard. I went in to use the bathroom and Uncle Jack stopped me before I could get back outside. He said a lot of crazy stuff I didn’t believe but the fact you were in that basement...you and dad are only like forty but you’re obviously too old right now to have had me when that would have made sense and Uncle Jack said space and time is gonna break and-”

“Lyle,” you said, holding up a hand. “Relax. I just want to know, do you know what hunting is?”

“Dad doesn’t go hunting,” he said, narrowing his eyes. You smiled and nodded to yourself. “We don’t even own a gun.”

“I doubt that. But that must mean that something happens to the monsters along the way too.”

“What do you mean monsters? And why were you kidnapped in a basement? And what the fuck is going on? You’re supposed to be my mom that runs the family business and you kick ass in your soccer league in the summer and you can’t cook to save your life and that’s okay cause you’re really good at baking and pies and shit and I just don’t understand who you really are.” His face was flush, eyes fighting back tears. You smiled, reaching over and cupping his cheek.

“You’re a good guy Lyle. We obviously did something right,” you said, wiping away a stray tear that fell. “It’s scary. It’s really scary. I’m not your mom yet but I will be someday. I promise I will tell you everything you don’t know when I catch up to your time. Dean and I will. But we need to go to Lebanon and the faster we can go there and figure out what we have to do, the faster we can get you back home where you belong.”

“But can’t you-”

“This world isn’t safe, Lyle. It is very unsafe for a Winchester especially. Please drive now,” you said. You put on your seatbelt and he closed his eyes. “Please.”

“I was supposed to be having a smore right now,” he said.

“I know. But saving the world is kinda cool,” you said. 

“I don’t want to save the world. I want to go home and not see my mom be beat to shit. I want my dad to go back to teasing me at dinner and not being dead,” he said. 

“If we do this right, you can go back to that really soon. It hasn’t happened for me yet. We can talk all about this when you come back. The night you come back we can talk through it all. But we have to get going. The sooner we go, the sooner it goes back to normal.”

“It’ll never be normal again.”

“Yes it will. I promise.”

“How do you-“

“Because I just had this really bad thing happen to me but someday I’m going to have you and everything I ever wanted with Dean. So it sucks right now but it’ll be better eventually. I know it will. You’re here so I know it’ll be normal.” He nodded and wiped off his face, starting the car up again.

“Y/N. Are you okay after...you know...being down there beat up all that time?”

“Not really,” you said. He took off his jacket and handed it to you. You stared before he rolled his eyes, laying it over your front.

“Sleep. I can drive.”

“Lyle.”

“Y/N. Rest. It’s safe. I got this.”

“You take after your dad.”

“Take after someone else too,” he said. You smiled and nodded, resting your head on your shoulder, closing your eyes. “I’ll wake you up for breakfast.”

“Egg and-”

“Cheese on a biscuit, two breakfast burritos, extra hot sauce and a small hot latte.”

“At least my road trip order didn’t change,” you said, quickly relaxing and falling asleep for the first time in ages.

_______

A/N: Read part 2 here!

[mrsmaybank]

Tate Langdon x Reader 18+

“Daddy?” Tate playfully questioned, “Does that make you my little girl?”

A/N: In honor of me rewatching Murder House, here’s some absolutely disgusting dead people sex. I know Tate is a horrible person, but he’s incredibly sexy.  Sorry. He could kill me. LOL GIRL ANYWAYS SOOOOO... Also, does anybody know where I can find more stories like this? I could literally only find like two good ones. I barely write smut and I didn’t reread this so if it sucks, well my bad. Anyways, I hope you guys like! 

TW: SMUT VERY VERY NSFW, DADDY KINK, HEAVY DEGRADATION, DEAD PEOPLE?, DRUGS, SPITTING KINK?? LITERALLY EVERYTHING, DON’T READ IT IF YOU’RE NOT INTO THIS KINDA STUFF! 

TATES POV 

“Only reason I haven’t killed her yet is so I can jack off to her while she showers.” I smiled as Y/N walked through the front door and up to her room. I was kidding of course. There was many things I wanted to do to her and murder her was not one. 

“You’re a sick little fuck.” Hayden scoffed and walked away. 

“You’re a whore. With daddy issues. Fucked an old married guy.” I whispered to myself. The house was “empty” now. Just me and Y/N. She was the only living soul there. Her parents were out, doing what I could care less. 

I followed Y/N up to her room. She was sitting on the floor behind her bed, perched on the window sill, shoving pinches of grinded weed into a bowl. Her hair was a mess per usual. A wild but perfect mess of hair. I wondered if the ‘I-just-got-fucked’ look was on purpose, or she was naturally disheveled. She took off her sweater and grabbed a lighter from her purse, leaving her in a tiny black tank-top that left just the perfect amount to the imagination. Good god. Her tits looked sculpted by Satan himself, tasked to taint the minds of all thy tempted. I did my best to take a mental note of the sight. Her perfect lips attaching to the pipe, her chest rising and lowering with every inhale and exhale of smoke. “Fuck.” I sighed. 

She twitched. Fuck she heard. I wasn’t paying attention to whether or not I was allowing her to hear me. She laughed to herself. “Fuck, I’m tweaked.” She plopped herself on the bed, my bed. And played a song on her laptop. It wasn’t music I was familiar with. It was probably new, but it was good. Very good actually. I confirmed she had good music taste when she hung up a poster of Kurt Cobain in her closet. I’d also heard her tell her friends she couldn’t wait to go to hell to fuck him. Her family was devout catholic. It’s weird though--it seems she believes everything the church says. However, the amount of disgusting things I witness that girl do on a daily basis leads me to believe she gets a kick outta being a sinner. She’s a pothead, once coke-whore, communist, cocksucking, intrepid, audacious bitch and yet--she’s beautiful and clever and kind to those who deserve it. I like her very much. I watched with wide eyes as her hand moved to her perfect tit, grabbing it harshly and massaging it until a tiny moan made its way out of her mouth. I wanted nothing more than to stop her, punish her for being a little slut and take her in every way I wanted, but obviously I could not. She slid her hand into her pants, moaning at the sensation of her own fingers. Jesus fuck. 

I walked to her door. Opened it. Stood on the other side, closed it, appeared and knocked. “Dad?” she practically screamed. Not quite. 

“No,” I laughed, opening the door to let myself in, “Neighbor.” I pretended to look surprised at her messy hair and big eyes. 

“Did I interrupt something?” I questioned. 

“No.” she said firmly. “But you’re not my neighbor.” 

“Yes I am. I live in the house behind you. Makes you my neighbor.” 

“How’d you get in?” She was scared, but not surprised. 

“Someone left the back door open.” I bumped my head to the guitar of the song. 

“This is great. Whose the artist?” 

“Uh, Arctic Monkeys.” I laughed, “What a weird name. They’re good though.” 

“Yeah, I think so too.” 

“Yeah. What’s your name? I’m Tate.” 

“Y/N.” 

I got closer to the bed where she sat. Looking down at her as she looked up to me with doe eyes. “Y/N,” I tucked a hair behind her ear, “Are you--” 

She grabbed my face and stuck her tongue down my throat. Horny little bitch. I pulled her hair back and detached her face, she needed to be put in her place. “God fuck Y/N.” She laughed and I laid her down on the bed, crawling on top of her. I smiled at her as she  tugged on my shirt. “You’re such a bad girl. You’re really, really bad.” I kissed her this time, it was passionate and she would not stop tugging on the hem of my long-sleeve. I stopped for a second, panting. I went to kiss her lips again, but I changed my mind. I kissed her jaw instead, leaving sloppy kisses down her neck as she whimpered and mumbled. I was so busy with marking her neck I didn’t notice her hand slide down to grip me, that is, until I did. I moaned into the kiss, until she pulled away to whisper in my ear. “Fuck me daddy.” She smiled devilishly back at me. 

“Daddy?” I playfully questioned, “Does that make you my little girl?” 

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Now fuck me.” This time it was my turn to laugh, “No.” I pushed her back down and continued to kiss her. Exploring her mouth as I pleased until I pleased. I got up, dramatically taking off her pants to reveal the cutest, daintiest, black little panties. 

“These are adorable.” I played with the hem, “Absolutely adorable.” She whimpered in desperation, “Please. Do something already.” 

I traced my fingers lightly on her clothed cunt, noting the wetness that had gathered. I removed her tank top to reveal her bare tits, and god, how great it was to finally touch them. I made my way up her body, kissing up her stomach until I got to the place I wanted to be. I took one in my mouth and the other in my hand as she writhed under me in pleasure. Moaning and panting all ‘cause of me. It was cute. While my mouth continued it’s assault on her literally godly boob, I used the other hand to dip into her--soaking--pussy. “Fuuuckkk.” she threw her head back in ecstasy. 

“You’re dripping like you’ve never been touched.” I told her. She only continued to whimper in response. I made her cum twice before I was so hard I thought I might finish before even getting inside. 

I kissed her lovingly, her lips were swollen and there were tears in her eyes. “Is it too much baby?” I teased her clit before she could respond, she twitched but then to my surprise gained her senses. “Fuck me. Now.” 

“Okay.” I aligned and entered. “Jesus christ.” I could barely speak. “You’re so,” I thrusted hard, “Fuck!”, I went deeper, “Tight.” I wanted, I swear to god I tried to be gentle at first, but between the absolute desire I had for this girls perfect body, the sound of her cute little whimpers and curses, the ripping my hair out, the fucking tightness of her pussy--I couldn’t. I rammed into that girl over and over, harder every time. She was purring like a little kitten, tightening around me every time I called her a little slut. She opened her mouth, practically an invitation for me to spit in it. 

I slowed to a stop, my dick still completely inside her. She was a mess of course, a needy little mess that needed me to keep going, “Hey,” I calmed her down, “Hey.” I used a hand to gently caress her forehead. “Open your mouth.” She opened wide and I spat. Right in her mouth. She swallowed it. 

I bottomed out and thrusted back into her and she screamed. “You needed to swallow something didn’t you?” She tightened and whimpered, “Hm?”, she clenched again moaning, but I wanted an answer. “Whore?” I shouted, fucking into her with literally every bone in my body. 

“Yes, yes, please. I’m gonna--” That’s when my evolutionary senses took over and I felt the overwhelming need to fucking nut as deep in her as possible. I pushed into her deeper, feeling her walls spasm around me, “You want me to cum don’t you? Your pussy wants it. It’s practically milking my--” She clenched a final time and I fell into the ecstasy of orgasm. I fucked it into her a while, she came again. And all I could do was giggle to myself as I laid on her bare chest. Her painted black nails scratched at my scalp. 

“Hey, Y/N? I’m dead.” 

“Hey Tate? Me too.” 

I got up to look her in the eyes, she was serious, and I was confused. As fuck.

[lunariasilver]

Only One / Corpse x Reader

A/N This is a joke, mainly. That’s why it’s kinda short. I remembered something that I did when I was younger that is goddamn hilarious in hindsight, but was so painfully awkward and stupid at the time...and then this happened. Remembering how much of a jackass I was back in the day really makes me laugh. 

I’m still a dumbass on main, but...like...a different variety of dumbass.

Words: 784

Summary: Basically a long time ago, you, the reader, straight up hissed at a man over voice chat.

POV: First person reader.

Genre: Pure comedy.

Warnings: Cursing, but that’s about it.

I wasn’t a particularly big Let’s Play youtuber, so when Crankgameplays invited me to join an Among Us stream with THE BIG LET’S PLAYERS, I lost my shit. They didn’t know that, of course. I lost my shit in private. That was none of their business.

Anyway, the day of the Stream came, and I was, naturally, a little starstruck. We were all talking and I was introducing myself when our last lobby member joined. Some character named “CORPSE.”

Jack was extremely excited by this. “OH! YOU haven’t played with Corpse yet!”

I narrowed my eyes at the camera. “No, I haven’t. Are you plotting on me?”

“ABSOLUTELY! (Youtuber name), this is Corpse. Corpse, this is (Youtuber Name).” Jack introduced. It was weird that he was the one introducing us since I didn’t know him, but whatever.

“Hi Corpse! I promise not to be imposter ever, so don’t ever sus on me, okay?” I greeted cheerfully, to a few laughs from the others as they awaited my reaction to something or rather.

“Hey (Youtuber name).” He greeted in the deepest voice I have ever heard in my life.

“.....Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt-”

The rest of the chat burst into hysterics.

I started laughing too. “Man, the last time I talked to a guy with a deep voice like that I hissed at him.”

“I’m sorry, you what?” Mark laughed.

I had to calm myself to tell the story. “Okay, so look. Don’t judge me, but I was kind of a weird kid-”

“You’re weird now.” Ethan quipped.

“ANYWAY.” I continued. “There was this voice app where you talk to people. There were no pictures, it was just your voice. I started talking to this one guy with a pretty deep voice and we were getting along great! BUT, after like, a long conversation with him-” I stopped to chuckle at myself.

“We both went to bed, said our goodnights. He said hi to me the next morning and...I panicked.”

“So you hissed at him?!” Ethan exclaimed incredulously, still in hysterics.

“NOT exactly.” I started, grinning at my camera. My chat was roasting me at the moment, but I elected to ignore it. “I fully articulated the word ‘hiss’ in like, an icy tone.”

“That’s so much worse!” Mark said. Everyone’s laughter had only gotten worse, except for Corpse who was being quiet. I just figured he was a quiet dude. I’d assume I was just missing it in the cacophony of laughter, but his voice would have been impossible to miss.

“It gets even worse though!” I could barely fucking breathe I was laughing so hard. I heard somebody wheeze ‘How?!’

“He sent me a message back saying, ‘Wait, what did I do?’ or something to that affect. I FUCKING PANICKED AGAIN!”

“What did you do?!?” I got the feeling that they were on the edge of their seats. Or falling out of them.

“My stupid fucking brain was like, ‘You can’t let him know you panicked and it made you do something weird!’ And so I said, ‘Oh, you know. Sometimes I just hiss at people. Don’t worry about it.’ LIKE IT WAS A COMPLETELY NORMAL FUCKING THING TO DO!” I had my forehead resting on the table as I shook with laughter.

“What did he say?!” Valkyrae asked.

“He never answered me, and he was right not to! I was a crazy fucking weirdo!”

It took a few minutes for all the laughter to die down.

I chuckled. “Sorry for oversharing, guys. I know you don’t know me.”

“I don’t know, I feel like we all know you pretty well at this point.” Ethan said, bringing around another chorus of laughter.

“I mean, yeah that story pretty much sums up my existence.” I laughed. “Anyway, should we start?”

There were chimes of agreement before Corpse finally spoke up again.

“That was me.”

My mind drew up a blank at what he could possibly be talking about. “What?” I asked.

“That guy you hissed at? That was me.”

My eyes widened as I stared at the camera. “.........Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt?”

Immediately everyone was in hysterics again, including me.

“I’M SO FUCKING SORRY I HISSED AT YOU!”

His response was to laugh. “It’s reassuring to know that you just panicked and I didn’t do anything.”

“What, is there only one guy in the world with a crazy deep voice?” Jack questioned, still laughing.

“Yes.”

Bonus:

Corpse’s POV

Wait. That sounds-

Is she talking about me?

I muted my mic. “Is...I think she’s talking about me.” My chat was going nuts. “I don’t know! It just sounds like something that happened to me!”

I listened to the story for a moment longer. “Oh yeah. She’s talking about me.”

[aerialflight]

Fic Recs (mostly Naruto cause I read too many good fics in the fandom and now I'm in hell)

[Naruto]

Spirit-Touched by phooykazooi

Once upon a time, the Haruno clan were priests. It was said that they were spirit-touched, and that they walked among the downtrodden and the poor, and did not bow to royalty.

Or, an AU in which Sakura can see spirits.

Part 1 of The Realms Between

(Really, and I mean REALLY fantastic Shikamaru & Sakura friendship! Fantastic, beautiful writing, and such good worldbuilding, god, and the Haruno family is so badass!! Sakura and everything she does makes me want to scream!! Please read!)

Final Evaluation by Do_the_Cool_Whip

Progress evaluations are one-on-one consultation meetings between academy students and their teacher. Their purpose is to inform academy students of their strengths and weaknesses and guide them down their ideal path to becoming a strong shinobi. Upon graduating the academy and passing their jounin-sensei test, new genin return to the academy for one final consultation. (Or: The story of what happens when Umino Iruka uses his final meetings with his students as way to send them off to become the best shinobi they can possibly be.)

(Iruka! Is! The! Best! Teacher! Ever! End of story!!! Great interpretation of all the characters and their capabilities and I am so so excited for the sequel that will undoubtedly come! XD)

Celestial Bodies by Oceanbreeze7

Sasuke looked at the fire, eyes glowing red as the mutated corrupted seal on his throat. "Amaterasu blessed me. I see things. Like you with two normal eyes and the Hokage. And Sakura with a seal on her forehead. And I run Chidori through Naruto's heart. I keep trying to kill him. Over and over. And that knuckleheaded idiot never gives up.”

(Don't you get it? I saw it. The moon will bleed, the nations will die. The world is going to end.)

Part 1 of Celestial Bodies and Anomalies

(I swear, this fic freaking elevated my expectations on Sasuke-centric fics in general holy hell. Also, read the fucking sequel after this cause EVERYTHING GOES NUTS AND THE PLOT GOES OFF AND I'M HERE FOR THIS SHIT. Fucking Uchihas man. Also, you wouldn't think this series is funny, but it is, and it's amazing.)

A step to the left (and right off the cliff) by weavingBlue

Team Seven starts off on a different foot and Sasuke's canonical journey to get stronger goes off the rails a bit. It all works out though. Probably.

(This fic went in a direction I didn't expect and it's GLORIOUS. SO FUNNY, I honestly was dying while I was reading this. Please give this a chance!!)

promises by BombsAreForBabies

It's her first kiss and Naruto's last. She promises him that she will bring Sasuke home. It's his dying wish, after all.

(Naruto bleeds out faster than the kyuubi can heal him.

Sakura learns that being a ninja is more than fancy jutsu and fun.

Sasuke does not know that he just killed his best friend and turned his most loyal comrade into his worst enemy.)

(Listen LISTEN I know this sounds depressing but the relationship developments and slow healing is EVERYTHING and I think it's absolutely worth it to read this. Sakura's characterization is so good and Kakashi makes me want to hug him. A lot.)

Fang Under Fang by Vroomian

"Are we sure he's really an Inuzuka?"

(The answer is no.)

-

Someone reborn as Inuzuka Kiba not only has to deal with bullshit ninja magic, but soulmates being A Thing.

(Really good self-insert fic and its platonic soulmates, not romantic! I am always here for a good Kiba-centric fic and I won't say who the soulmate is. It's unexpected but so, so good! Trust me!)

Haunt The Lonely by Tht0neGal666

(Series where Sakura can see ghosts and the Things she gets up to due to this ability. The fics are short but man, you can already see the shifting differences in Team 7's dynamics, it's great!)

Perception by Ellie_Enchanted

Naruto can sense auras, which throws everything off it's balance. Because really, with someone as open as Naruto running around and peering into the depths of people's souls, something is bound to change. In other words, sometimes all that's needed is a push. Also, Sasuke apparently glows.

(Naruto the empath changing the plot and making it Better and I am loving it!)

Crossfire by DejaVu22

Following the events of Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke never makes it to Orochimaru's hideout. Instead, he is waylaid by a one-eyed man named Tobi, a man possessing a Sharingan, a terrifying dual personality, a penchant for always being late, and a single-minded mission to stop the Akatsuki in their tracks. When Sasuke runs into Naruto again years later, he must ally with his old teammate in order to protect him from the Akatsuki, while keeping him out of the two man war Tobi and Sasuke have started against the dangerous organization.

(I honest to god can't stop cackling when I read this, the Sasuke & Obito dynamic is so freaking chaotic and Sasuke's characterization is the best thing I've ever read. This boi is a mEsS and I'm fucking rooting for him. He cares so much! There's secret identity shenanigans happening on sasuke's end and it's HILARIOUS! This is the duo I never thought I needed but here it is! *cackles insanely*)

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[Diamond no Ace]

Echo in His Hands by SportRayne (rayningnight)

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

What does it mean, when you remember snapshots of your own future?

Is it your future at all, if you change it?

Would you even want to change it?

(Look I am WEAK for BAMF Eijun and time travel fics and Miyuki being a tanuki bastard, okay? Time travel fic where Eijun gets feelings of people he knew before in the future. Really good so far and am so excited over this fic!)

The path we walk by WindsOfTime

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

Eijun goggles at the magazine she just shoved into his hands. "W-Wakana!" "I know!" she says, beaming. "That's my soulmate!!" "I know!!" "My soulmate plays baseball!!"

(Became such an instant fave so fast it's unbelievable. I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH! Best soulmate fic in this fandom, hands down!)

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[One Piece]

switching places by fireflywitch

Zoro is 21 and wakes up in a desert they already saved, on a ship that they burned two years ago, and standing next to a man who is supposed to be dead. Except, that can’t be right, can it?

Zoro is 19 and wakes up on a ship that’s too big, next to a robot wearing a swimsuit, and he’s supposed to fight something called a Kaido. Also, he’s missing an eye, and no one’s even a little worried about it?

(or)

Time travel is a shitshow, and Zoro didn't sign up for this.

(FUCKING HILARIOUS ZORO IS THE BEST PERSON TO SEND BACK IN TIME CAUSE HE'D BE TERRIBLE YET FANTASTIC AT IT I CAN'T MAN FIEWNOPFEW)

No Time To Crank The Sun by VIKAN

He’s surrounded by strangers, but they’re all trying to convince him otherwise. Or, Zoro faces a mysterious and relentless challenge that he just can’t wrap his head around.

(This ripped my heart open, I cried reading this my god. Please read this, the pain is so worth it and Zoro and his relationship with his crew is so good here. This reminded me why I love the Straw Hats so much!)

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[Fairy Tail]

to learn about a lucy (with a look into the future.) by るる凪 - nagi (arurun)

A watching the future fanfic.

It's currently X781, three years before canon. A group of Fairy Tail mages find themselves in a large building, with no known way out.

They sit down, and they watch the future.

(This is so much more fun than I thought it would be and I'm so happy I found this fic. This fic reignited my old love for this fandom and I hope it does for you too!)

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[Harry Potter]

sunflowers by Marnie27

One day, a young girl sits on the edge of a well. On this day, she falls in. Then the next, she’s not even a ‘she’ anymore. He’s Peter Pettigrew — doomed to die at the hands of his (betrayed) friend’s son.

Peter is selfish, bitter and brash. He’s not some fairy tale hero, he doesn’t care if everyone around him dies, as long as he lives. The marauders are annoying and childish. Survival is his priority, and he can’t afford to face distractions.

This just makes the fact that soulmates are now apparently a thing all the more godawful.

(And then another day years later he falls into an entirely new impossibility, Remus Lupin in tow, right into the third book of Harry Potter. Smack bang on the other Peter Pettigrew’s grave).

It’s confusing and graceless, and entirely something that would happen to him of all people.

(Self-insert fic where a girl reincarnates into Peter Pettigrew! And there are soulmates! And it's angsty and hilarious and Peter is an Asshole (somewhat unintentionally lol). Always a fan of biased pov fics and characters slowly improving themselves and their mental health! Cause dying! Is! Traumatic! *smiley face* Please read!)

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[Crossovers]

he's a killer queen, sunflower, guillotine by hoye

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Harry Potter

He has to be the weirdest Hufflepuff Harry’s ever seen. Scratch that, he’s the weirdest Hufflepuff Hogwarts has ever seen.

(One thing everyone could agree on: NEVER call Edward Elric short.)

(This is peak Edward Elric and all the best things about him and I'm just having a Good Time. Friendships! Logical solutions! Marauder screentime! And so much More! *bright grin* It's a fun place here!)

[wolfstarbae]

Prisoner- chapter 3

It’s been two weeks and I have been visiting Sirius every day for counselling.

But I don’t really counsel.

We just talk about everything under the sun except for the reason why he’s in Azkaban. I still don’t know why, but I’m not planning to probe him for it.

But I know he’s broken inside for some reason.

I trust him like a normal person because I know he needs that.

He tells me about his family and that he has a younger brother. I have never seen them around here before.

Sirius doesn’t show much emotion or affection, but when he does it leaves me feeling dizzy and scared.

Scared because I find myself falling for him one bit at a time.

It’s not just his sweeping good looks that sway me, but how he acts. Like the way he would just straight up stare at me in silence or how he calls me Remy. How he smiles when he talks to me. Sometimes I feel that all he needs is just some love.

But I’m scared to love him because people say it’s not right.

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“Session is over.”

I push back from the table and start walking towards the door. “What do you do after our counselling sessions?” I turn to Sirius.

“Go back to my cell? Wait for dementors to do our me one bit at a time? The rest of the day is pointless, except for lunch.”

I laugh. “Yeah lunch is always the highlight of my day.”

“Lunch Isn’t the highlight of my day.” He pulls his hood over his head. “Thanks for the gum though.” Sirius winks, slipping the pack of gum I smuggled for him into his pocket.

“Never a problem.”

“Can I follow?l” I ask the the guards and they nod.

They cuff his hands behind his back again and usher him back into his cellar room. I watch them shut the boars with a clank and lock it, double checking the heavy chains on his arms connected to the floor outside the cell.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He wrings his wrists.

“Or later if I get bored in Attlee’s office.” I curl my fingers around the bars and lean in. “See you later buttface.” I boop his nose and sprint away before he can reach through the bars and grab me.

“You’re so fucking childish Remy.”

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SIRIUS’ POV:

Lunch really is not the highlight of my day.

The food tastes like piss, the company is crap. It just sucks.

Now I’m standing in line behind some dude with a shitload of piercings and thinking shout remy. The fact that he’s in the same building as me right now and yet I can’t see him, kills me.

I think I might like him, it’s been so long since a boy, or anyone for that matter made me feel this way, but I’m not good enough for him.

I collect my horrible food and walk over to a table. They make us sit with our floor mates, and my floor mates are a bunch of people who torture and kill people for fun, or rape and murder and more.

I’m in the same category as them. Which pretty much means I’m as fucked up as them.

“You know the kid who comes to see you everyday? He’s a fucking nut case.” Hugh announces to the entire table. They all snicker.

“How do you know?” I push my lunch aside and tend to the drink instead.

“I fucked his mummy. That’s how.” He cracks his knuckles, someone on the table laughs.

“That’s real cute.” I swallow my spit and clench my fists around my glads. I don’t want to start a fight right now.

“True talk he’s a hot guy.” A woman on the table added. It’s true…Remy is fucking hot and beautiful. But I hate how they’re talking about him like that.

“How do you control yourself being in that room with him for half an hour? I can just imagine the things I would do to him.” Hugh smirks.

“Shut up.” I seethe.

“Come at me fuckboy.” Hugh smirks.

“No.”

“I can just imagine myself bending him over the table and fucking him, doggy style.” He smirks.

This fucking rapist needs to shut up.

“Can you imagine the screams? Fuck.”

I was out of my chair in seconds with the collar of his shirt balled up in my fist. “SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT REMY OR ILL BREAK YOU.” I spit it out.

“Awh Remy?, you gave that little nutcase a pet name so soon?”

I don’t think twice when I draw my fist back and punch him in the nose.

Remus’ POV:

Fight in the cafeteria…fight in the cafeteria.

I glance over at Attlee with ing look on my face the moment an elf rushes into the room. As warden, this is when he’s supposed to do his job.

“Guess I gotta go break a fight.” He pushes back from his desk.

“Can I come?”

“No it’s too dangerou-“ he gets cut off by another man rushing by.

“It’s a serious one this time.” He grabs Attlee’s sleeve and motions him to hurry. Attlee shoots me a warning glance one last time before leaving.

I can hear them speaking as the hustle through the hallways.

“Who’s fighting?”

“Black and-“ the door gets slammed.

Black? My heart rate picks up.

Sirius.

I jolt from the desk and sprint to the hallways. I start rushing down the steep rocky pathways which supposedly are stairs. I go one level down to the cafeteria.

Then I realise I’m on some landing overlooking the cafeteria. I instantly hear a dim shouting and screaming and the cling of utensils.

It wasn’t difficult to find Sirius, the mass of inmates had formed a cohesive circle around him and the other man, egging them on.

“SIRIUS!” I yell and he turns around immediately, locking his gaze with mine. He has a black eye and blood streaming from his nose.

He opens his mouth to speak but the other man grabs a metal tray. I hear dishes clashing to the ground as he swings the tray and hits Sirius across the face, I wince when the tray snaps into half and Sirius stumbles backwards.

A handful of officers and goblins raise their wands and try to push through the crowd to break up the fight.

I hear the shattering of glass and the next moment I see Sirius pinning the man to the ground and smashing a plate over his head.

And I stare in horror as the gentle Sirius I know, starts slashing wildly at that guy with a shard of glass, his teeth bared with exertion and eyes hollow and dark.

Blood pours from open gashes on the man’s face but Sirius keeps hacking and tearing at his flesh.

I gag and close my eyes.

SIRIUS’ POV:

I’m faint by the time I step off Hugh’s body. He’s still alive, as of now.

I drop the bloodied shard of glass and it sharp tears on the floor. I collapse onto the ground, drained of energy and probably blood.

And when I turn to look back at Remy, he stands there with his hand clamped over his mouth.

I know he will never look at me the same way again.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

Oh Captain

Kayla, or Kay to her friends, could only be described as a bombshell. A perfect hourglass figure other women would kill for. Toned and sculpted muscles framed with sun kissed skin. She was every man's dream and every woman's nightmare. You can't blame her for her good looks. It runs in her DNA.

When she makes an appearance at one of Tony Stark's famous parties she makes a big impression on one man the most. Captain America himself, Steve Rogers. To every person they both knew they didn't seem like a proper fit. What everyone else saw or knew wasn't the fully story. Both Steve and Kay had secrets only meant to stay in one particular room. Or so they thought.

When these two learn each other's secret something breathtaking begins. It seems they might be more of a perfect fit than thought.

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Mature Warning!

SMUT! KINK! ROUGH SEX! UNPROTECTED SEX! DOM/SUB! DADDY KINK! BABY GIRL! CAPTAIN KINK! OH! THE! CAPTAIN! KINK! BONDAGE! SIR! TEASING! A little angsty. PUBLIC PLAYING! CHOKING! ORAL! WATCHING! *clears throat* Yea, there's some good ole fashion romance too. (It's Steve Fucking Rogers after all)

Chapter 5 - Good Girl

Word Count: 1,629

Steve's POV

As soon as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor Kayla stepped away from the wall. Steve placed his hand on her mid back to guide her outside. The anticipation of what was to come was driving him nuts.

"I'm over here." Kayla said quietly pointing over her shoulder.

Steve was right on her heels as she led him to her shiny black BMW. She unlocked it so both of them could climb in. Steve was quiet for the whole drive. He wanted her to stew. He'd break her apart when they got to their destination. Every dirty thought running threw his head would be voiced.

When the car slowed Kayla turned into a parking garage. They were uptown from the avengers tower. She parked on the third level of the garage. Steve followed her across the cement as his heart pounded in his chest. They stopped at another elevator. Kayla pressed the up button then turned to face Steve.

"Question" she said softly.

Steve smirked then stepped closer to her. She stepped back hitting the cement wall. He placed his hands on each side of her head blocking her in. She was already squirming and he loved it.

"Answer" he whispered.

Kayla visibly gulped.

"What do you want?" She asked barely above a whisper.

Steve chuckled. He was surprised by that question. Before he could answer the elevator dinged then opened it's doors. Steve grabbed her hand pulling her inside the small space. He pressed her firmly into the wall with his body. God she smelt incredible.

"That's usually my question." Steve chuckled.

"I need to know." She said breathlessly.

"For the first time in my life I can't control myself. I want to make you my good little girl. I want to teach you everything I desire. I want you to crave pleasing me. Surrender it all to me." He whispered against her neck.

His lips barely grazed against her skin. He could hear how labored her breathing was now.

"Does that sound like something you'd enjoy?" He asked leaning back so he could see her face.

Her eyes were closed as her head was tilted back. Steve gently caressed her cheek. He moved his hand down slowly until he could wrap his large hand around her throat. He squeezed lightly. He smirked as a low moan escaped Kayla's lips.

"Answer me baby girl." Steve said sternly.

Kayla's eyes fluttered open. Steve could tell they were glazed over and he loved the sight of it.

"Yes, I want that so bad daddy." She groaned.

Steve's dick was instantly harder than it had ever been. No woman had ever even attempted to call him that. He loved the sound of it coming from her lips but there was something he wanted to hear more. The elevator doors opened on the top floor of the sky scraper. Steve pulled Kayla out of the small space into the hallway. She cleared her throat as she stepped past him. Right down the hall was the door to her penthouse apartment. As soon as the door was unlocked and open Steve picked her up then stepped inside. He slammed the door shut with a swift kick.

"As much as I love the sound of you calling me daddy until I tell you otherwise you'll call me Captain." Steve ordered breathlessly as he set her back on her feet.

"Yes captain" she whispered.

"Good girl" he cooed.

She grabbed his hand then pulled him down a hall. They entered another room which was Kayla's bedroom. Steve closed the door behind him. He grabbed Kayla by the hips then pulled her back flush against his front. He held her tightly against him as he leaned forward slightly so his lips would ghost across the skin of her cheek.

"I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good darlin." He whispered against her skin.

Steve felt the shudder that ran threw Kayla's body. He used the tips of his fingers to slowly trail up her ribs. Her head fell back on his shoulder as she released a shaky breath. He smirked against the side of her face.

"Arms up" he ordered in a whisper as he grabbed the hem of her crop top.

Steve smiled as her arms shot up quickly allowing him to pull the thin fabric off of her. Her skin was so soft and smooth under his calloused fingers. His hands slid down her smooth stomach to her jeans. He popped the button then undid the zipper. Kayla was leaning back against him giving him full access to do as he pleased to her. Her shaky breaths fanned against his neck as he peeled her pants slowly down her ass. He bent down slowly so he could pull her pants down her legs. As he descended he kept his face close to her back. He saw the goosebumps that appeared on her skin from his breath or the barest touch of his lips.

Without needing to say a word Kayla stepped out of her pants leaving her in only her matching black bra and panties. Steve hummed in approval as he rose back to his full height. His hands (and dick) were twitching to throw her on the bed and fuck her into oblivion but he knew he needed to take his time. He wanted to draw it out. He wanted to tease her and make her beg for her captain's dick.

Steve turned her around to face him. The sight of her was truly divine. A pink hue had taken over her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes were glazed over but fixed on him. He grabbed her waist then guided her backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed.

"Sit" he commanded.

She immediately did as he said sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him threw her lashes. He chuckled darkly then slowly pulled his own shirt over his head. He stepped back from her to remove his jeans just as slowly. He could feel her eyes burning into his skin. When he was standing in only his briefs he stepped back to her. He grabbed her under her thighs then effortlessly picked her up. She squealed in surprise as he tossed her onto the bed.

Steve crawled towards her like the predator he was. Her chest was rising and falling in quick motions. He stopped to kneel between her legs. He hovered over her placing one hand next to her head. His other hand grabbed her leg right above her knee. He licked his lips as he looked down at her. His hand moved slowly up her thigh, over her hip, up her stomach, between her breasts, then stopped at her throat. His hand tightened slightly as his face moved closer to her's. His lips were barely hovering above her plump pink ones. He watched her ragged breathing for a moment then crashed his hungry lips against her's. She hummed into the kiss as Steve pushed his tongue past her lips. She didn't even attempt to fight him for dominance and he couldn't be more satisfied. He already had her completely under his control. He broke away from her lips to trail sloppy wet kisses down her jaw to her neck. He moved up to her ear then pulled at the lobe with his teeth. She gasped turning her head to the side.

He chuckled as he felt her hips buck up. He knew she was trying to get some kind of friction. He sat up leaving her breathless below him. He slid his hands under her back to quickly unhook her bra. He tossed it to the floor. He grabbed her thighs throwing them over his own legs. As he bent down to assault her already hard nipples with his tongue he made sure to rub his clothed hardness against her. He took her nipple between his teeth. She moaned as her back arched off the bed. He moved to her other nipple doing the same to it.

"Captain" she whimpered.

He growled against the small hardened nub. God that sounded so good. He slowly moved to lick down her stomach to the hem of her panties. He grabbed the black lace then ripped it apart. She groaned as she fisted the blanket. He grabbed her thighs raising them up. He placed small kisses and nipped at the skin of her inner thighs.

"So desperate for it aren't you baby girl?" He asked as he moved closer to where she wanted him.

"Yes captain" she whined.

Steve chuckled as he used one finger to slowly trail between her folds. She whimpered again. She was already soaking wet. He had to still himself for a moment to collect his thoughts.

Kayla cried out as he finally connected his mouth and tongue to her sensitive nerve. He licked and sucked on her like he was starving and she was the only food source for a thousand miles. Her fingers grabbed his hair causing him to groan against her. Her hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck Captain" she whimpered.

Her voice was like music to his ears. He'd never heard something so delicate and beautiful yet absolutely sinful. His hands moved to hold her hips down as he attacked her harder and faster. A groaned came out of her that made Steve want to be buried deep inside her right fucking now. Her hands tightened in his hair as her back arched off the bed. She was close. He immediately pulled back causing the most beautiful whine to escape her lips.

"Please Captain" she choked out.

Steve chuckled darkly.

"That's it baby girl beg for your fucking Captain." He said breathlessly.

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[barrykoeghan]

time to rant about how i think the dance in emma (2020) is way more effective than in p&p (2005) 

let me explain (buckle up this is long)

“they feel like they’re the only ones in the room/they only see each other”

p&p (2005) tells it to you right away and then shows it to you

emma (2020) there’s a whole fucking journey to get to it 

in p&p, it starts with this: 

there’s a boy, there’s a girl 

the camera follows them one at the time until they meet in the middle during the dance

the conversation heats up, they stop stopped dancing. effective.

then, they start dancing again

it’s the last shot you see before it cuts to this:

then they’re dancing alone in a room bla bla bla until it ends we all know how this goes

and then it cuts to this

the fucking cuts:  - it inexplicably cuts to other shots that are not continuous with the last shot you just saw. why. i have no clue. it doesn’t really add anything. you’d think it’s like a quick reminder that oh they’re not alone in the room, but having watched it again, i don’t get that vibe. i just get “they’re alone, now they’re not” and there’s no explanation for it other than you know they’re gonna hook up and this was meant to be a moment. there’s no loud noise that brings them back that could explain this kind of cut, there’s nothing.  - i would have wanted a smoother transition. maybe digitally remove people one by one, or use one of those secret cuts for one shots when people block the camera by walking in front of it to then, again, smoothly see that oh people were here but now they’re not but you’ve been here the whole time you didn’t have to fuck off somewhere in another room to be alone. it happened all organically. - really fucking irritated about it. i really like SEEING them alone in a room, but it feels a bit patronizing in a way, as if they weren’t able to convey it or were too lazy to show this feeling in other ways  

it’s kind of ordinary? - having seen emma, i can’t find anything spectacular about the way this was filmed. it’s just the camera playing ping pong from the same spot, then the camera circles them. i love the flow this has because you get the horizontal match of ping pong at the start (as it reflects their discussion -- very nice) and then, once they’re alone, it starts flowing and moving more freely. fucking wonderful. but you could also do that with any other scene and it would lose this meaning because there’s nothing else that makes it special. - and because of that, it doesn’t seem to be much visual storytelling happening, and by that i mean if you were to only look at the screenshots or watch it without audio, it doesn’t give you much to go on. two people dance and seem to talk, they stop, they look angry at each other, then they’re alone in a room dancing again. the dialogue and the music basically provides most of the storytelling in this scene, which, you know, it’s perfectly fine, but you’d think a scene that has this much impact would have a bit more?  - all you get are three images from the same pov: her alone, him alone, them together. do i want more? no, it’s perfect the way it is. HoweverTM:

they actually visually tell you they’re alone before they show you they feel like they’re alone in the room - the filming already preps you for the big moment. they only focus on them. that’s it. that’s the whole scene pre-alone scene. they focus so hard on the characters that you already know they feel like they’re alone; they’re having a heated conversation in public during the middle of a dance. they already feel like they’re alone. otherwise, what’s the purpose of it all? if i can assume this from the context and how it was shot, why do i need another reminder? why both? why not just one of them?

dumb complaint, but the opening shot... - it gives you zero context. a good thing about it is that they show mr darcy first as to say hey this doesn’t happen often, this is special, buckle up. but then again, it starts with a somewhat close up and they never go in or out until they’re in the room on their own. there’s no perspective to it. i’ll call myself out and say it’s a really stupid thing to be upset about because, for example, if i wanted to show someone feeling lonely, you could fill a frame with their face and show there’s nothing else but them, EXCEPT the most effective way to show this would be a wide shot where they are indeed alone or in a corner. both are GREAT it depends on the context of the scene, of course, but my point is, why not just take the opportunity you have. you can open with one wide shot and never come back to it. at least you’re acknowledging this isn’t just about them. (it IS just about them, but since we already KNOW this by looking at the scene before it cuts, them being alone doesn’t have as much of an impact as it could)

it’s stupid how much i used to LOVE this scene and now i can’t even find anything to ramble on. it’s the same two things. it’s not like i have much to talk about.

so now there’s emma who just fucking went for it and annihilated p&p’s dance

there’s a context shot. this is it. you’re not meant to spot them, you’re meant to know they’re going to dance with lots of people surrounded by lots of people. this is important for later on.

now you get introduced to two important angles (hell yeah) 

this voyeuristic candle pov that makes me want to fucking nut. this is my favourite pov. it’s meant to be her point of view, but as you’ll see in later shots from this angle, the meaning also doubles as OUR pov, like we’re intruding and watching from afar. i think this is very efficient because you get variety, personal interpretation, and depth. depth as in you’re behind the candles and they’re in front, you ask? no! the most important aspect is the horizon line!! they become the horizon line, and the people we barely make out in the back become just shadows in the background, and therefore, unimportant. you don’t need to make them leave the room to make it seem like they’re alone.

and then there’s this one, his point of view, but still not an over the shoulder look, so it’s still as if we’re looking from the side, but we’re not intruding as much, because this just sets the tone, they haven’t even begun dancing. there’s no need for two of these candle shots. the horizon line & background people thing still applies to this, but in a less dramatic and obvious way. 

then we cut to this:

the smartest thing about this is that 

1. you’re still intruding

2. the camera faces the side of the room with the most people (take note of the band)

3. in the second shot, it feels very intimate even though they’re surrounded by people so much so they block us from fully seeing them

then we get the first part which is only filmed this way once. (again, as an introduction to give you context.)

there’s a few important things here 

the movement because they don’t insist on focusing on them at first to give you the vibe in the room, you get a lot of people moving in front and behind the two we’re kind of supposed to be focusing on. i think this is brilliant. it makes you want them to be alone, but they’re not there yet. you have to wait for them.

the lookTM even though the camera moves often and the shots change, we see him looking in her direction whenever he can. it’s so SIMPLE and it adds to two aspects: 1. the whole voyeurism thing; you’re catching him do this, it’s not meant to be a focus point 2. they’re slowly starting to show signs that they’ll feel like they’re alone in the room. the whole “staring at someone and being so enthralled by them it feels like it’s just the two of you” 

now we get a subtle change. the camera switches sides and faces the other way. there were five visible musicians and we don’t see them anymore. remember when i said i would have liked for p&p to slowly remove people from the room? THIS is how you can do it, and all that was done was filming from the other side of the room. not only that, but there are only two couples next to them from this angle, unlike the other where there were three or four i can’t remember.

this is a nice way of controlling the crowd. are there more people in the background? we don’t know because we get a couple hiding them from us, keeping yet again a low people count, and then we get our two idiots literally blocking everyone from us and them

this has the exact same intensity as when darcy and lizzie are dancing in that empty room and yet. you get the effect of an empty room without having to vacant the whole place down. 

this is also when it starts to get real romantic up in here. up until the twirling, there were a significant amount of people in the shots, but now, you’ll start seeing less and less (with one exception) of them. doing it gradually builds up great tension and makes you feel like you’re part of it.

it takes up until now to have our first close ups. the neat thing about it is they’re doing the same moves that first introduced the concept of them blocking out people in the room. filming like this (from the outside in) also induces the feeling of blocking out people

then we get a surprise midsection shot:

i thought about this a lot because it has the same vibe as the cut in p&p, but the thing is, 

all the previous shots were from head to waist and the face close ups. there were NO close ups NO focus on anything specific. it’s kind of the visualization of “what happens under the covers” and i don’t know about you but......

bedroom eyes much??

they still are in the room, people are STILL dancing, we still SEE them in the background, but the camera focuses on the two. they’re simple shots in theory, but along with the whole journey you’ve just been through, it means so much more. these close ups are more important than they should be. the more they dance the closer they get, the more isolated they feel. 

now there’s this part which i ADORE. she advances to him, but in a way, since it’s not a typical over the shoulder view, it feels like she’s coming toward us too. it’s done so slowly too, almost hesitantly, and the next shot of her back preps you for the next big moment.

before it happens though, there’s a quick throwback to the fact that there’s still people. autumn de wilde really said i got you bitch they’re not alone. it’s a weird thing, i’ll tell you, but i kind of adore it. it’s like getting cold water thrown in your face because we forgot.

i would have gifed this part but i’m lazy. their dancing come to a stop. just like how it did in p&p (before it CUT) and emma just yeets away from him in that last shot to continue dancing, like she too forgot herself like what just happened to us with that cold water shot. (the next shots prove he too has been splashed in the face and it’s not a one sided thing, or something WE looked too much into)

having yeeted away to take their place to dance again, the camera pans over to them. it follows them. like they were trying to escape all this and what just happened was clearly private. 

and then the shots become more like they were at the start. wider. there’s people in frame again. but then they twirl to stop in front of the camera, blocking them again. they know.

and then you see why they stopped. if you look closely in the background, they danced on their own. this isn’t part of it. nobody’s dancing, they’re still in position, waiting. these two just went off on their own. 

because they feel like they’re the only ones there.

it cuts to her dress again, them holding hands again. we’ve been prepped for this, but this time, knowing they weren’t MEANT to do this, it feels much worse.

and they retract, because that’s that. what more can you do.

and then it ends here. it’s too late, and you don’t need another reminder they weren’t alone. 

it doesn’t matter anymore. 

[blackypanther9]

Part 22 - Oh Shit...We won...

Your POV....

I was in the air and killed the most Chitauri I could. I fought and attacked and killed. I was trained and skilled to do that. Suddenly I got shot, from behind.

"GAH !!"

I fell down to the ground. A hard landing but I still live. I stood up.

"Hey Lucie, are you okay ?", Tony asked me worried, over a communication device in my ear.

"I just got shot, from behind in my left lung.", I replied.

"Don't die ! I am coming !", he screamed.

"No. Continue fighting. I am fine."

"Are you kidding ? You got shot in an organ of yours ! Let Tony help you.", Steve said.

"I can heal myself I just need time. Continue fighting. I will survive it."

"Okay. But if you lied to us, we're gonna kick your ass.", Tony warned.

I laughed. After 10 more seconds I was healed and started to fight again. I looked at the portal and saw something big coming out of it.

"....Oh shit....", I said.

"We see it too. That thing is big as fuck...", Clint said.

"Holy shit of Odin. I am dead now.", I mumbled.

I flew in the air and killed some more Chitauri.

"Where are you guys ?", I asked.

"We are at the Grand Central Station, right infront of the building.", Steve answered.

"And I am in the air over New York at the big ugly thing.", Tony answered.

"Okay. And where is Thor ?", I asked.

"He is fighting Loki.", Natasha informed me.

"Okay. Steve I am coming to you. I see some trouble coming towards you.", I warned.

"Okay.", he responded.

I flew in their direction. I needed to dodge the flying Chitauri. I saw Loki infront of them.

"Didn't you guys tell me, like 10 seconds ago, that Thor is fighting Loki ? He just flew past me !", I yelled.

"They were fighting...", Natasha corrected.

"Well, fucking great !"

"Don't come here. Play with Stark in the air. We play on the ground.", Steve told.

"Fine !", I yelled annoyed.

We had an very interesting fight...for 15 fricking minutes... After this time Banner finally showed up.

"Tony, Banner is here.", Steve said.

"Good then tell him to suit up. I am bringing the party to you.", he replied.

"Dusk, how are you doing ?", Steve asked me.

"Doing fine...I think. I have a little too much work here... I need to kill Chitauri and save many people out of buildings...without dying...", I informed.

"You will do this. We have a party here soon.", Clint said.

"I rather have the party, than this...WAIT WHAT ?! You have a party and I have to work my ass off ?! NOT FAIR !!", I said sacastically.

"You hate us now...do you ?", Stark asked me.

"Nope. I am not the person for parties anyway.", I said.

10 Citauri surounded me now. I kicked one of the Chitauri in the nuts and the other in the chest. The others did all at the same time. I flew up and they crashed together. I summoned black flames in my hands and threw it at them. They all screamed while they burned. But I felt a little weak, now. I need to change with someone...soon.

"Guys...I need to warn you. Please warn Thor too. I won't be myself in a few minutes anymore. I will talk different, have another mood and maybe look different. Don't worry about it and don't worry about me. It's someone of me. Don't kill me. Not even hurt me. I swear I am no threat.", I informed them.

"Okay.", Steve and the others said.

'Listen Ratchel...don't attack or even try to find Loki. Kill the Chitauri and save the others, please. They need more help than we need to kick Loki's sorry ass. And after that, set me conscious again. '- You

'.....Fine. At least I can kill something with joy.'- Ratchel

'Great. I let you out now.'- You

Everything around me went black and I was unconscious. Better I was in my black void with the others.

Ratchel's POV....

As I saw the city around me in chaos, I was shocked. Everywhere, where I looked, was chaos. I saw the Chitauri running at me and I called a dagger which can also be a sword. If I press a button, while it's a dagger, it changes into a sword and the other way is the same. 6 of them were coming. I pressed the button and ran at them too. I changed my appearence to my actual body. I looked almost the same as Dest. Just the eye-, skin- and haircolour was different. (Chose on your own how she looks like.) I killed the six and suddenly all the Chitauri screamed.

"What's going on here ?!", I screamed.

"We killed one of the big Chitauri things...", Tony answered.

"Oh great...", I mumbled.

I stared up at the portal and saw more of them coming out.

"Oh Shit....", I mumbled.

Then I saw the big things.

"Oh fucking shit.", I cursed under my breath.

Then I remembered that we were outnumbered and these things have Loki as leader.

"Oh holy fucking shit....", I cursed again.

And then I remembered that it was war, we will die, Loki is an ass, we are probably wounded and exhausted and we don't have a useful army.

"Oh holy bloody fucking shit...", I mumbled again.

All the Chitauri on the ground attacked me now. I dodged and killed the first 3 with a slit open throat, the next 5 with cut away arms, the next 9 with an open stomach and the last 15 with a stab in their heads. I looked around and saw no people anywhere. Not even with my roentgen stare. I flew back to the others. They seemed fine and I searched Hulk. I found Hulk after 6 minutes.

"Hulk !", I called.

He turned around.

"I need your help to smash someone.", I said smiling.

"You friend of Lucie ?", he asked me.

"Yes I am a friend of hers."

"What you want Hulk do ?"

"You hate Loki right ?"

He nodded.

"Jump on him on Stark Tower. He will be there in 5 minutes.", I said.

"And Hulk then does what ?"

"You do what you can best. Smash him into the ground 5 or so times. Then leave him there and fight outside again. Show him no mercy."

He nodded again and smiled.

"But don't kill him, Hulk ! I still need his sorry ass ! Alive !", I screamed after him.

I took a short cut to the tower and hid in the shadows...well better said I made myself invisible. And after 2 minutes I saw with my eyes exactly what happened. Loki tried to shot the flying...something, where Natasha was on, down.

(Too lazy to write and it's funnier if you see it, or more painful, cause you like Loki.)

Wow...that must've hurt...Welp ! I love Hulk. I have problems to hold my laugh right now...This reaction of Loki...like he forgot that he got Hulk smashed in the basis once. Well, maybe he wasn't that hard the first time. That event must be traumatizing. How he lays there and stares in shock...I can't hold it anymore. I teleported away and laughed like an idiot. I made the others see it too. Heiko laughed too. But Mimi and Destiny didn't. Destiny flinched and Mimi looked away. Sheesh... I got back to work. I suddenly heard Natasha say...

"I can close the portal."

"Then do it.", Steve said.

"No.", Tony said.

I wondered why, but I turned the communicator off. I had other things to do, like stopping the other Chitauri from exiting the portal. And then- Oh.... What the hell is this ? A bomb ? What is that what Tony has there.... I looked closer. Nope no idea...

'What's that thing Tony carries ?'- Ratchel

'It's a missile. It can destroy maybe the whole city.'- You

'Oh...shit...'- Ratchel

I stared at Tony. He overpowered his thrusters and pushed the missile with himself through the portal. They were there and after maybe 5 minutes there was a sound of an exposion. We waited 40 more seconds for Stark. I saw Natasha then closing the portal and in the last second Tony fell out. All the Chitauri were dead. Better deactivated. I teleported to the others and saw Hulk catching Tony. Thor riped off the metal mask and Tony had closed eyes. No...

"Oh Shit....", I cursed loud.

They turned around and raised their weapons.

"Hey, hey ! I am Ratchel. Lucie told you she wouldn't be herself, right ? I am the other one. I am here in peace.", I said.

They all put the weapons down again. Hulk screamed angry and suddenly Tony awoke. I jumped and was happy he was still alive.

"What the hell ?", Tony asked shocked.

Thor smiled a little smile.

"What just happened ? Please tell me nobody kissed me.", Tony said.

Steve and I answered him then.

"We won."

Tony sighed relieved.

"Alright yay ! Hurray. Good job guys."

"We're not finished yet.", I said.

They all looked at me.

'Come out again, it's over.'- Ratchel

'Alright.'- You

And around me was all black.

Your POV....

I opened my eyes. They all still stared at me.

"We need to get Loki. Before he is able to run away.", I said.

"Well then...lets go.", Tony said.

"And then we take a day off and maybe go to try Shawarma.", Tony added.

"Fine by me, now lets go.", I replied.

After 10 minutes we were there and we saw Loki crawling to the stairs to sit down. He must be exhausted. He groaned by every painful move he made. After he stopped and wanted to sit down he noticed our presence. He slowly turned around and stared at the others. I was behind them, hidden. Nobody noticed.

"If it's all the same to you, ugh, I'll have that drink now.", he said.

He looked at them with almost asking for mercy eyes. And turned fully to us around.

Thor turned to me.

"So...you were the whole time here, Dusk ?", he asked smiling.

"Yeah...", I scratched the back of my head, "I knew Loki would appear here, but not like that...."

Thor nodded.

"Luciella ?", Loki asked.

"Shut up Loki. I don't think we need to talk now.", I said coldly.

"I just wanted to apologize."

"I know Loki, but...that won't help you now. You killed, kidnapped and hurt people here. A simple apology won't undo it. And about everything else before...too."

Loki was quiet.

"So you weren't lying with you and Reindeer Games, being best friends ?", Tony asked.

"No. We were best friends. In our childhood he was for 2 years and then after 352 years he was still my friend, but now...I am not sure anymore...", I answered.

I summoned chains with cuffs and cuffed Loki. He stared at me with eyes, that showed that he was still broken as hell, maybe even more and I still saw my best friend there. Trapped in a cell, which is slowly faiding away. I gave him a cold stare. He looked away. I stood up again and turned to Tony.

"Can I use a glass and fill water in it, for the chained princess, before she whines ?", I asked.

"Sure. I have nothing against it.", Tony replied.

I nodded, went to the bar, took a glass and went off. After 5 minutes I came back with a glass of water. I went to Loki and took a sip infront of him.

"I didn't poison it, like you see. Take it, drink it, be happy and shut up.", I said.

I took his right hand and pressed it into his hand. He looked at me, then at the glass and took a sip. And then another.

"Break one of these 4 rules in the next 10 minutes and I will set the poison in the water free.", I warned him.

His eyes widened and he spit it out. I laughed.

"As soon as it touched your lips, you can't get rid of it. It will not work anymore in the next 10 minutes. Within it, the poison just waits until I set it free. Are the 10 minutes over, it disappears."

Loki stared at me in shock.

"Drink the rest, or I set it free.", I told him.

He quickly drank the whole glass empty. I reached out my hand, he gave it to me, silently. I lifted my right hand and petted his head and hair softly.

"Good boy. You are such a good God.", I said with a small smile.

He looked at me. I slapped him across the face, starting at his right cheek, he didn't say anything.

"That was for New York, worrying me, not listening to me at the Bifrost and hurting me.", I told him.

He looked at me again. I grabbed his chin, moved it slowly but forcefully to the left and kissed his right, now red cheek.

"And that for being alive.", I told him.

Part 23

Masterlist with all Chapters of this Story click here !  

[thespiralgrimoire]

Would you consider posting your thoughts on the Twilight series? Because the bits and pieces I catch on your main are HILARIOUS though maybe it’s just because I find salt hysterical LOL

Oh good grief

Under a read more for my sake if not anyone else’s

The year was 2007. I was 11 year old, in 6th grade, nursing a substantial superiority complex over my classmates, and idolizing the 7th grade girls. This is where my story begins.

Now I won’t get into all the semantics as to why I was such an insufferable little garbage person in middle school, but I will tell you that I was convinced that I was not like other girls. While this proved true, my reasons as to why were completely off the mark in my tweens. Back then, I thought it was because I was smarter, wiser, and more mature than any of the other 6th grade girls in my class.

But not the 7th grade girls. The 7th grade girls were it, man. Nobody was cooler or smarter or more creative than the handful of ladies who were blessed with the patience to put up with my nonsense in middle school. So naturally, when they read Twilight, I read Twilight.

Twilight, if you have the good fortune to not be intimately aware of it by now, is about the Bella Swan, blandest girl in the entire world, moving to a small town to live with her emotionally awkward father, where she meets the Cullens, a clan of vampires who don’t drink human blood, because they’re trying to be morally upright. Her scent is irresistible to one of the vampires, (the only single one among them because the rest are dating each other) named Edward. Edward has the ability to read minds, and Bella is the only person he’s ever met who is immune to this power. I must stress again that she smells so good that he has to physically restrain himself from eating her, and murdering all witnesses. For reasons I can’t really remember now except “because that’s what the books are about”, they fall in love.

Here’s the thing about these books: Even as I was reading them, they gave me the creeps. Something in my little baby mind was vaguely aware that Edward was a messed up motherfucker, and Bella was a one-dimensional stand-in for the reader, and everything interesting in this story was happening on the fringes, facilitated by the far more interesting side characters. There were parts of these books that were uncomfortable to read. There were parts that made me seriously question why these books were so popular. There were parts that made it physically difficult to keep reading. About 3 things happen in the entirety of this series that feels good and satisfying, and none of them are things that the author, who I will derogatorily refer to as Smeyer, meant to be satisfying.

Two things kept me reading these books. The first was, obviously, the 7th grade girls, and my other friends in other grades who quickly caught the hype wave.

The second. Was the fact. That the writing style of these books, despite being the modem for a story that is absurd at best and a giant, flaming, stinking dumpster fire of bad takes, racism, and sexism at worst, is HYPNOTIC. A lot of my opinions about this series have changed drastically over the years, but this is one that I was acutely aware of even as I was reading these books. No matter how stupid or frustrating or repulsive the things that Smeyer is writing are, her writing style will not let you put the story down once you’re invested. And since I was reading these for social clout, I was invested on page 1. I want to believe that this was a trick played on my young mind, but after reading the first chapter of Midnight Sun (the newly released book that is literally just Twilight from Edward’s POV instead of Bella’s), I can confirm that this woman’s style is genuinely Like That. I enjoyed maybe 6 sentences of the 15-page chapter and I am still frothing at the mouth to read more.

So now that I’ve justified why I subjected myself to this shit in the first place, let’s get to some feelings about it.

Edward is a CREEP. He knows this. His family knows this. His love rival knows this. The only person who does not know this, rendering the fact completely inconsequential to the events of the story, is Bella. I’m not really willing to talk about how Edward is such a disgusting model for what young girls should expect out of a partner that there was discourse for MONTHS over Fifty Shades of Grey, but.... Edward is such a disgusting model for what young girls should expect out of a partner that Fifty Shades of Grey exists. It’s literally Twilight fanfiction. Fact check me. I wish I was making this up.

Bella is, as I said before, a cardboard cutout of a human being. The book is from her point of view, and includes copious amounts of her thoughts, and yet it’s still clear that she has absolutely no personality. She is supposed to be your Jane Everywoman, and yet there is not a single relatable thing about her. Her three personality traits are Brown Eyes, Clumsy (but not in a way that matters often), and Likes Edward. That’s it. This girl has nothing going on, which only draws more attenton to the fact that literally everyone else in the story has a rich and interesting backstory. But they’re side characters and this is about Stale White Bread Bella over here, so go fuck yourself if you want more information on Rosalie using her vampire abilities to get revenge on her fiance and his buddies, who assaulted her to the point of near death, or Alice, who sees the future and spent a good chunk of her life in an asylum, or Jasper, who was a Union soldier fighting the Civil War which was ALSO the vampire war???? Fuck off with that shit, this is about Bella.

But you know who the best characters are? The werewolves. But not REAL werewolves. These are Native Americans whose initial transformation is triggered by the proximity of the vampires, because vampires once terrorized their people and now this ability to turn to wolves is hereditary to protect themselves. The fact that these fellas are not REAL werewolves, and that there are real lycanthropes of lore, is mentioned in passing in the last book and never mentioned by anyone ever again.

One of these wolves is Jacob, Bella’s childhood friend and, for the first two books, an absolute sweetheart. Just a big goofball who’s a couple years younger than Bella, and all he wants is the best for her. Real wholesome shit. When Edward leaves her because he thinks that she’s too attached (SHE IS),  Jacob literally talks Bella back from the brink. The wolf pack, and the Native American tribe, welcome her as one of them. They’re adorable. I can’t stress enough that they would have also been an excellent candidate for the focal point of this shitshow.

But it doesn’t last. Edward does some real dumb shit in Italy and Bella has to go rescue him, which tips off the Vampire Illuminati that Edward was trying to get killed by (i.e. the real dumb shit). They don’t like that Bella, a human, knows about them, and demands that she be turned. Edward’s family is divided on this. Eventually they decide that they got time because the Vampire Illuminati are ancient and don’t have a good enough sense of time to hold them accountable immediately.

So Bella is fine and Edward is fine and everybody is back in the same town and they’re dating again and literally everyone in the town is like Bella what the FUCK. Nobody likes Edward because they think he’s no good for Bella. They are written like the bad buys. Jacob especially, becomes a huge asshole. Because he decides that he’s in love with Bella now. Because werewolves can imprint on people, which is just a sloppy soul mate mechanic used for absolute evil in this story. He wants to fight Edward over her. Edward is chomping at the bit to throw down, but pretends to be the bigger person even though he’s just as big an asshole about all this as Jacob is. This is as misogynist as it sounds. From this point on Jacob is now also a creep.

Oh, but it gets worse!

I gotta talk about the last book in the series now, Breaking Dawn. Because this shit was so awful that it made me regret, instantaneously, ever second I spent enjoying Twilight.

Bella and Edward get married after they graduate high school because Edward is a religious virgin and Bella is HORNY. They go on their honeymoon. Bella gets pregnant. This is Not Something That Is Supposed To Happen.

Smeyer tells us WHY this happened post-canon. Edward, the virgin, has never nutted. Because of this, he still has living sperm in his balls. So when he boffed Bella, his 80-year-old sperm made it count. I wish I was making this up, y’all. I’m tearing up thinking about it.

Bella is now pregnant with a half-vampire baby that is destroying her body from the inside out. It is growing at an exponential rate. She’s eight months along after three weeks. Edward can hear its thoughts. It loves Bella. Bella has to drink blood or die. Jacob is like What the Fuck. I am also, pretty thoroughly like What the Fuck. A couple members of the Cullen family are, very quietly, like What the Fuck.

Queue the most forced and ineffectual pro-life discourse you’ve ever read in your life.

All is well and good until it’s not. Baby suddenly wants to get out of Bella RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY and thrashes so violently that it shatters every bone in her body between her ribs and her femurs. Edward has to rip her uterus open with his teeth. Baby is out. It has a full mouth of teeth. It bites Bella. Edward whips out several syringes full of his own saliva and injects them into Bella all over to make her change into a vampire. This is all written in disgusting graphic detail that still makes my skin crawl to think about. I cannot fathom why Smeyer was not made to tone this scene down.

So it takes a few days for Bella to change into a vampire, during which time the Cullens (and Jacob) have to look after her hellspawn of a daughter. Jacob decides that he must kill her, because she basically killed Bella. But--- surprise! He wasn’t in love with Bella! He was in love with the eggs in her womb-- particularly this one egg that is now a baby! No more crush on Bella! No more beef with Edward! He’s just in love with a newborn infant. I am, at this point, wondering in my little 12 year old mind, how this was allowed to be published.

Bella wakes up a vampire, and in her first display of rational thought through the entire series, does not like this. Don’t worry though, that’s quickly cancelled out by her naming her baby daughter Renesmee.

Renesmee is clearly supposed to be a sweet and gifted little angel that you’re meant to love, but frankly, all I can picture is the Chucky doll but quieter. She does not talk much, because she has the ability to share thoughts by touching people’s faces. She also grows super fast. In a few days she’s toddler age. Nobody knows what the fuck is going on and nobody has time to worry about it because the vampire Illuminati found out about this (a vampire friend of the family snitched) and they’re coming to fuck up the whole family.

There is a reason why they want to do this but it’s stupid and frankly I’m not going to explain it.

So the vampires mobilize. They call all their vampire friends because their plan is just to fight the thousands-years-old vampire Illuminati over this horrible child. For some reason dozens of vampires agree to this. They’re all smitten by Resume I guess.

So the illuminati comes, the family tells them that Ramune isn’t the problem that they think she is, and they leave.

That’s it. That’s the climax.

And then everyone gets their off-putting happily ever after: Bella and Edward can now fuck as much as they want because neither of them can die. Bella abandons her human life without so much as a second glance. Resonate will physically be an adult by the time she’s 7, which means that Jacob can start fucking her then. Bella’s dad sort of knows what’s going on, but doesn’t. For some ungodly reason I don’t make a bonfire out of these books.

You may notice, if you have any knowledge of Twilight, that there are whole plots that I didn’t talk about. That’s because I’ve surely forgotten things. While I read these books with what I can only describe as a manic fervor in my youth, I could never bring myself to reread them. On God, I tried. Multiple times in the last decade I have pulled my box set, hard covered Twilight books off my shelf, and opened them up. But I never even make it through the first chapter before I am so put off that I have to put them back. The plots are flimsy. The main characters are made of sand. The secondary characters are treated like garbage. The lore is disturbing.

And yet as soon as I heard that Midnight Sun was coming out, I knew that I must read it. I’ve made it through the first chapter. I do not know when and how I will make it through the next, but I know, for little middle schooler Theo’s sake, that I must.

Twilight? Horrible. Twilight Fandom? Geniuses.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[laurelleghuleh]

OCAF | Ch. 8 “Bites”

Warnings: read the masterlist first

Songs: "I Feel Like I'm Drawning" by Two Feet, "Shiver" by Maroon 5, "Do I Wanna Know" by Arctic Monekys.

LEVI'S POV

As usual, I couldn’t sleep that night either, but for once, at least, I had a "good" excuse. I desperately wanted to know how Daphne was doing, and at the same time, I also wanted to start caring less about that girl. I could have really gotten myself into trouble.

I had always lost out when I cared about someone else: my mom, my friends, my comrades. And once I learned my lesson, after countless deaths, I had completely trained my mind and body to suck it up and move on. Honestly, there was nothing else I could do. Each loss had brought me to my knees, still, none of those seemed to stop me from achieving my goal, which was to annihilate the titans. To wipe them off the face of the earth. Once and for all.

And yet with Daphne, it was… different. I still couldn’t fully understand the nature and depth of my affection for her. I found no explanation for that chronic attraction I felt towards her and her story. Maybe just empathy... yes, maybe just empathy, for another poor scrap from that hovel called Underground...

The sun rose. It was about time for me to go down to the cafeteria and let that brand new and challenging day begin. When I was almost in front of the main stairs, I noticed a bit of bustle: some cadets were crammed in front of a window, intent on looking out and making almost incomprehensible comments. Among them, I saw Petra, who immediately noticed my gaze and ran towards me.

"Captain, good morning!" she greeted me with her usual enthusiasm. “What’s this fucking racket now?” I cut her off. "Ahem... Well..." While Petra was stuttering something, I went to the window, getting those brats out of my way. Tch, what the fuck they are ever looking at.

"Here she comes again..." one of them whispered as they all stepped back. Then I saw her: Daphne was running like an insane around the castle.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked Petra, who had come forward, close to me. "I don’t know, sir, for a while I guess, but..." she shyly replied, intimidated by my possible reaction. "And you back there? What are you looking at, huh? Fuck off" I yelled at the cadets behind us. They instantly ran off.

"Captain, do you want me to go talk to her? You know, girl to girl..." I heard Petra say at one point, but I was too focused on thinking what the hell Daphne was trying to do to answer her. After a while, I came up with "No, Petra. In that state, if you tried to talk to her, she would probably rip your head off. Let her be. See you in the cafeteria."

As I walked down to the ground floor, I passed before the main door and there I felt like my legs didn’t want to move forward. I stopped and after a while, I decided to head outside. I stepped into the walkway and waited for her to pass in front of me again. Our eyes met, but she didn’t care too much and she just kept running around the castle, so I lost sight of her again. Tch, again with this ignoring-me thing?

On the second lap, as soon as I caught her gaze, we stared at each other again. Her eyebrows frowned visibly and so she stopped. After catching some breath, she started to walk in my direction. Actually, it seemed like she was coming right towards me. So, I decided to say something to her, "Oi, go take a shower, today Hange wants to do experiments on Eren-" She didn’t even let me finish, and when she was a few inches away, she just walked past me, without saying a word, and kept walking straight into the castle. This girl, she...

Later, Daphne didn’t come to the cafeteria and appeared in the courtyard just in time for the experiments. There were only me, her, four-eyed, and the whiner. During the whole experiment, Daphne stood aside, holding the notebook that Hange had given her, and she was just there waiting to write down what she was told to.

Eren failed to transform and Daphne helped him to come out of the stench where we had put him before. Once outside, she bound his hands, where he had bitten himself several times to induce the transformation. After patting him on the shoulder, Daphne suggested "Maybe it’s better to give the kid a break. It’s time for lunch anyways". Hange seemed to agree with her, so we all headed to the tables we had set up outside to eat something with the other soldiers. And still, Daphne was clearly avoiding me.

I have a bad feeling about this.

DAPHNE'S POV

After interrupting the morning experiments, we decided to take a lunch break. Eren seemed exhausted and as much as I understood their intentions, I was often puzzled by Levi’s impassiveness and Hange’s twisted curiosity. Although that morning those simple thoughts seemed hard even to process. I still felt my head particularly heavy after another sleepless night. Even the sweet words of Levi on the other side of the door couldn’t have had any effect on my sorrow. Indeed, if anything, they made everything worse. I wouldn’t have let those two piercing eyes look inside me again and distract me from my real goal: to go home, to save my sisters, to live in peace. Full stop.

While I was focused on my food, I felt a gaze on me and an unexpected shiver seemed to run up my back. Levi, as usual, was staring at me, while he was sipping something from his cup and standing a few meters from his teammates' table. Don’t you ever get tired of this, Levi?

I intercepted his eyes. I tried not to get too caught up in the situation, but something told me to play a little anyway. Let’s see how long can you keep up with me, Captain. Without looking away from Levi, I kept on eating and drinking casually. Suddenly a small drop slipped out of my mouth, so I retrieved it with my thumb. That same voice in my head told me, "Do it. Do it. You’ll make him go nuts”.

So, I went along with it. I put my thumb in my mouth and I sucked it slowly. I took all the time to calmly look at Levi’s reaction, who suddenly froze. His mug was still a couple of centimeters from his lips, now slightly open, while his gaze was focused on mine. My mouth curved in a small and mischievous smile. In response, Levi decided to turn his back on me. Daphne 1 Levi 0.

Soon after Petra approached him. She had probably witnessed the whole scene, but I couldn’t care less. She could think what the hell she wanted about me. I laughed and stared at the food again, but all of a sudden, I felt a little pat on my back. I saw Hange passing by, saying "Follow me". I did not make her repeat twice and I immediately ran after her.

"I’m sorry to bother you, but I really wanted to talk to you for a bit" she began to say, as we proceeded towards a small grove in the garden. "No, Hange, I’m the one who should apologize first... the other day I really fucked up" I interrupted her, bowing my head. "Yeah... You fucked up," she said, looking at me over her shoulder. "Hange, please you have to believe me. I wasn’t the one who killed your tita-"

"I know. I never suspected it was you... I know you got off to a rocky start with us, but I couldn’t believe you were capable of such a thing, so I never thought it was you". "Really?" I asked her, a bit curious.

"Call me a dupe, but... I feel like I can trust you, you know?" she said with a big smile, "From the first day I saw you, I immediately liked you. You look like a girl who knows what she’s about. However, I hate when people jump to conclusions. The fact that you’re from the Underground doesn’t mean a thing to me. In my eyes, that doesn’t make you either worse or better than any of us..." Her words seemed to comfort me straightaway. Hange was so transparent and honest. And I was incredibly grateful to have her somehow on my side. "But bad timing, girl," she added. I looked at her a bit confused.

"Erwin told me that you two ended up in the Underground and that Captain Levi didn’t give him much more explanation. But let’s just say I’ve done some math. I think you just took advantage of the situation to escape and I get it... Bad timing though" Levi didn’t say anything about it. So, he didn’t explicitly tell the Commander about my attempted escape. Seriously? Ok, but why? Was he trying to protect me or just not to make a pointless fuss out of that? I thought, but then Hange’s voice brought me back down to earth.

"I understand you want to leave, but I guess Erwin found his way to keep you here, right?" We looked at each other and all I could think was "Yes, Hange, a kind of way like if I tried to escape, he would personally escort me to the police who, after all I did in the Underground, would probably cut my head off in the public square. Something like that".

"But why? Why coming back? What did you leave there?” she asked. I sighed and in total honesty I told her: "My sisters. I want to save them from there. Bring them on the surface to see the sky and give them a safe place to live". My few but sincere words seemed to hit her immediately. So, she inhaled soundly and then spoke again: "Look, can I give you some advice? A little friendly tip?"

I don’t know why, but her way of talking and her totally naive hint at being friendly with me had provoked a minor and uncontrollable reaction in me. So, a little giggle slipped out of my mouth as I nodded. She seemed to notice it, so she vigorously took me by the arm and said, “Well, the 57th expedition is around the corner. It’s a crucial moment now that we have Eren with us. So, wait a little longer. Bear with it. Help us. Fight with us. And if everything goes as planned, I’m sure we’ll find a way to help you. Maybe we could talk to Levi... I don’t know, but I promise you we’ll find a way, okay?"

I squeezed her arm tight. I perfectly knew she was just trying to comfort me, but I really needed a break from everything that was going on in my life at that point. "And what happens if the mission doesn’t go according to plan?" I naively asked her. Hange stopped and grabbed me by the shoulders. She didn’t know what to say. However, our attention was immediately caught by a sudden roar, like an explosion, and so we rushed back.

Once there, a huge smoke enveloped what looked like a massive carcass, over which towered Eren, visibly terrified. All around him, the other cadets had drawn their swords towards him and between them and Eren, there was only Levi, unarmed, with his hands stretched out, saying "Don’t panic, I just said don’t panic. And that goes for everyone". The ferocious looks of Petra, Gunther, Eld and Oruo were fixated on Eren as if they were completely ignoring their captain’s orders. They looked like hunting animals, ready to attack their prey at the first wrong move, while Levi kept saying "Don’t panic".

As soon as we realized what had just happened, Hange went into raptures and immediately ran towards him. "Please let me touch your arm. Please, I swear I’ll only touch it," she said, and as she begged him, almost drooling, she got closer. With both her hands she caressed the carcass, still steaming. "Hange, no wait!" I tried to scream, but it was already too late. As soon as she felt the heat on her hands, she threw herself on the ground, aching but extremely happy. She had an expression like she was in ecstasy, and I was at loss for words. Hange was a curious character.

Eren freed himself from the carcass and fell to the ground, catching everyone’s attention. Levi quickly got closer to him and asked, "How are you feeling?". The boy was visibly stunned, so the captain dismissed him, returning to his companions. A glance was enough to put them in line.

Levi always seemed to have everything under control.

We went back to our tables to finish what we started and at some point, Petra came up to me saying: "Daphne, we were thinking about training a little bit in the afternoon with the devices. Would you like to join us?". "Um... sure, why not" I said. I still had no idea whether or not I could trust Petra, but Hange’s words had shaken something inside of me. The 57° expedition. The 57° expedition and then I would have found a way. We would have found a way, together.

"Great! See you later then" she smiled at me. "Sure... Thank you for inviting me, Petra" I added.

"It’s the least I can do... And since we’re here... I wanted to say that I’m sorry about the other day. You know, after training… I spoke out of turn. I got caught up in the moment," she said, slightly lowering her head. "No worries. Like it never happened" I immediately replied. Then she smiled and said "Good" and so she left.

A few hours later I was there again with Petra, Gunther, Eld, Oruo, and other veterans who I hadn’t yet met. Shortly afterward, Levi and two other team leaders joined us to supervise. I was oddly confident that afternoon: Hange’s words had encouraged me to work hard and the invitation of Petra... well I must say, I was impressed and somehow glad she was trying to get along with me.

As soon as she saw me coming, Petra greeted me energetically and beckoned me to join her. "I usually pair up with Oruo, but if you want, we could-" she started to say. "If you want, I can train with her" I heard a voice coming from behind me. It was Eld. Eld Jinn. Second in command among the Levi Squad’s soldiers. "Since we have not yet got to know each other..." he added smiling, as soon as I turned towards him. Eld had an honest face and the appearance of a warrior who knew what he was doing. I didn’t overthink it and said, "Surely, Eld. Thank you".

As we were approaching the grove to train, Eld started to speak, "I saw you with the devices. You looked pretty skilled. I have to say I was amazed by-". "By me? Because I’m a girl from the Underground?" I interrupted him. I shouldn’t have answered him like that. He didn’t say anything wrong, actually. I’ve always been such a terrible socializer.

"Absolutely not. I was amazed in general. You looked like you perfectly knew what you were doing with these freaking things. It took me forever to learn," he laughed. He didn’t seem to care at all for my interruption. "I’m sorry, Eld..."

"Don’t mention it. I guess it wasn’t easy... I mean everything, so don’t worry, I get it" he promptly declared. "Yep..." I replied, showing him a shy smile. Eld didn’t seem so bad.

"Hey, Eld" I heard a voice coming from our shoulders "If I were you, I’d be careful to handle those devices next to that one. She could steal them and run away, maybe run away to kill some titans she’s not supposed to kill". It didn’t take me long to connect that annoying tone to Oruo’s fuck face. As soon as I turned around, I jumped at his throat and knocked him down.

I sensed Petra and Eld coming closer as they tried to separate us. While I was squeezing Oruo’s neck in my hands, he still gave me that kind of look like he wasn’t still ready to give up. “Excuse me, what did you say? Try me now, you fucking moron!" I yelled as I held him tighter "Sorry, what? I can’t hear you, asshole. Speak louder if you dare!!". Oruo was struggling beneath me, trying to free himself from my grip.

By now many had come to watch us, when at a certain point I felt two hands taking me by the waist and lifting me. I was still holding Oruo’s neck, who was promptly pulled away by a couple of soldiers behind him. Petra got closer to him and shouted something like, "What’s wrong with you?". I didn’t understand much more, but I kept my blood-shot eyes glued on him, not caring much that someone was carrying me away.

I soon realized it was – of course - Levi. As I freed myself from his grip, he tried to pull me by the arm saying "Get back inside. Now.", but I growled at him "Leave me alone, Captain". "Daphne..." he threatened me, now standing right in front of me.

"Fuck off and let me smash that asshole’s face" and while I was yelling at him, I tried to get back to Oruo, but Levi got in my way. Again. "Get a grip. You're pissing me off right now. Calm down," he whispered. "Fucking leave me alone!" I yelled at him. He took my tantrum quite badly and as soon as I tried again to walk past him, he fiercely grabbed me and carried me inside the castle on his shoulder.

I kept trying to wiggle out of his grip, shouting nonsense. I kicked him and punched him on his back, screaming to let me go. Levi didn’t seem to care. At some point, I just gave up and let myself go like a dead body on his shoulder.

As soon as we arrived at my room, he let me off and again we found ourselves there, in front of my door, silently staring at each other. "Take a shower and calm down," Levi said, and then he turned his heels. He just took one step and then he added, still not turning around: "Don’t let words make you lose control like that. They’re just words..."

I stayed silent and as soon as he stepped forward to leave, I instinctively reached for his jacket and grabbed it with my right hand, as if to stop him. I didn’t really know what I was doing. He still didn't dare to turn or say anything, but at some point I saw his left hand coming back and looking for mine. Once he found it, he gently squeezed it and slightly turned his face, looking at me over his shoulder. And then, without saying a word, he left.

Later, I was at dinner with Eren and the others, who were all about telling me about the ceremony that was held that afternoon. They had officially joined the Survey Corps and it seemed like Erwin had given them one of his famous speeches to convince them. I watched them carefully, one by one. They were really just a bunch of kids, driven by their dreams. They were just a bunch of kids who had just signed a death treaty. I tried not to get too sentimental and I kept listening to what they had to say.

They all seemed pretty thrilled by the words of Commander Smith, who apparently would have shown us the following day the strategy he devised for the next expedition. Honestly, for some reason, I was looking forward to it.

As I left the cafeteria, I heard someone calling my name. As soon as I recognized his voice, I was almost tempted to keep walking and ignore him. "Daphne, hold up..." Oruo said. When I turned around, I saw Petra, Eld and Gunther right behind him. "Ahem..." he stuttered, then Eld pushed him. " Well, sorry about today, I didn’t know it wasn’t you..."

"Whatever" I said, turning around. If he thinks I’m going to apologize for choking him, he is so fucking wrong. Then Eld came up to me and said, "Hey, we have a meeting with some team leaders tonight... if you want, you can join us. I think we’ll talk about the expedition or something". "Yes, Daphne, you must come with us!" added Petra, approaching us. I shrugged and added a simple "Yeah, sure".

When we arrived in a room I had never seen before, Mike and Hange were already sitting at a table. The light was soft and the two were chatting animatedly. Later, Levi and Eren joined us and at that point, Hange threw a teaspoon on the table. "I pulled it out of the hand that came out of Eren..." she said, then turned to the boy who was now sitting next to her. "Does it ring any bell?" she added.

"Yes... I remember that before I transformed, I was trying to pick it up from the ground". There were a few moments of silence, and then Hange whispered "Just as I thought" and then raised her voice to say: "That’s why we couldn’t get you to transform this morning. Killing the titans, protecting yourself from a cannonball, collecting this teaspoon. It is not enough for you to hurt yourself. You also must have a clear goal to achieve". Eren was completely shocked by that revelation, but he managed to say, "Yes, it reminds me of that one time with the cannonball... But to transform just for a teaspoon? What’s the point?"

"So, today you didn’t break the agreements you made" Gunther claimed. "Of course,” Eren promptly replied. Gunther sighed in response and exchanged a glance with the others. All of a sudden, they all bit their hands in synch and that totally caught me by surprise. But I quickly realized they were trying to prove something to Eren.

"Fuck, it hurts so bad," said Gunther. "Eren, how the hell do you do this?" added Eld. Then Gunther told Eren "Until now we have always underestimated you and this is only a modest compensation...". "We’re so sorry, Eren, we just got scared. We’re a bunch of idiots, but we hope that you'll still trust your comrades" Petra declared, looking him in the eyes. Her expression and words seemed so genuine and honest. "Please, trust us again," she added. Eren nodded and convincingly said "Of course", then exchanged a glance with Levi.

I was quite amazed by the whole scene. The soldiers of the Survey Corps were always full of surprises and once again I felt growing inside of me a strange feeling, as of excitement. It was that stupid sense of pride for something I didn’t even feel like a part of yet.

LEVI'S POV

We all continued chatting for a while until that brat started yawning nonstop, so Hange decided to call it a day. I stayed a little longer to talk with Hange and Mike about the report on Eren’s experiments. Then I decided that it was time for me to head back. I felt unexpectedly tired. Walking before the kitchen, I noticed a figure in front of the stove and I instinctively stopped. Daphne was standing there, in front of the window, while a small pot was warming up next to her.

"Are you done?" she said at some point. She probably sensed my presence on the doorstep. I didn’t mind her tone and I started getting closer to her. Then she turned around and a frowny face appeared on her face. "What’s with you?" she asked. "I could ask you the same thing," I said. In response, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s nothing," added Daphne after a while. "Oh really? Then, what was that show you put up today, this morning with that crazy race and then later with Oruo at the training session, huh?". She clenched her jaw, then growled "You know I’m having a hard time recently".

She tried to face again the window, but I promptly grabbed her shoulder, making her turn to me. So, I said, "No, Daphne. I have no idea what’s going on with you, because the other day I tried several times to come and talk to you, but you decided to ignore me” I paused as I sensed a little anger growing inside of me, but I simply couldn’t repress it. So, I added “What is it, huh? Are you intimidated, by any chance? Are you uncomfortable talking to me because we kissed last time?"

"No," she promptly answered, "Don’t worry, Captain, I’m not that sentimental. You did what you had to do. That kiss meant absolutely nothing to me." Nothing. Nothing, you say. Ok. Anyway, again with this captain-thing?

"I see…" I said, getting closer to her. " Well, I’m glad to hear that, because... I mean, in a few days one of us might even die during the expedition, so it’s convenient for both of us to not get any strange ideas and keep this attitude” I paused. I noticed she had suddenly tensed up at the sound of my words. "But I have to admit..." I started talking again, grabbing a lock of her hair and twirling it a couple of times between my fingers. So, I kept talking, this time almost whispering, "I never expected such an answer from an emotional girl like you."

Thanks to the darkness coming from the outside, both our faces were mostly immersed in the gloom and only a feeble light placed a few meters from us illuminated our contours. And yet, I managed to read all over her face the deep frustration that my provocation had created.

"If it matters so much to you, captain, I can easily demonstrate to you how little I care about that kiss," she barked back at some point. That being said, she let her arms down to the sides of her body and got dangerously close to me. You’re playing with fire, Daphne.

But her comeback didn’t scare me that much, so I decided to step further. At that point we were so close that she was forced to take a step back, bumping into the kitchen base cabinet. She tried to maintain her composure, but I had definitely caught her off guard, approaching her like that. I thought it wouldn’t have hurt to tease her a little more. Now let’s see who’s in charge. I got even closer, to the point we were just a few inches from each other, to the point I almost broke her pride down.

I placed my hands on the cabinet, right behind her, and our faces were now at the same height. Suddenly her breath became heavier, her lips parted and a deep sigh escaped from her mouth. Her warm breath brushed my skin and getting even closer to her, a small grin appeared on my face. By now, we were basically one glued to the other and I could feel her skin almost burning, her cheeks slightly blushing.

I tried to make her even more uncomfortable by impatiently traveling my eyes from hers down to her mouth and vice versa. She had no clue about what I was going to do next. Then, trying to annoy her, I added, "I don’t think you understood who you’re messing with, Daphne". I squeezed the kitchen top tightly in my hands, flexing my arms. I don’t think you understood a damn thing, Daphne.

She swallowed soundly, then took courage and told me, provocatively: "And you captain? As far as I can see, it seems like you are the one afraid to make the first move, sir". "I’m not afraid of anything, little girl," I whispered, touching her nose with mine and almost brushing my lips against hers.

She let a short sigh come out of her mouth, then added "Are you sure about that, captain?" circling her fingers on my collar and dangerously looking at my mouth and then back at my eyes. "Daphne, don’t play with me. You’ll get hurt," I told her frowning. I wasn’t sure who I was actually talking to. I didn’t know what another kiss would have led to: only one would have been enough to change everything, forever. And yet, at that moment I would have given anything to feel once again her sweet taste on my skin, in my mouth, under my tongue.

"Don’t flatter yourself too much, Levi” Oh really, Daphne? Really? Then she continued: "Are you sure you’re not just afraid?" There I couldn’t figure out what was making me insane, whether the way she called me by my name again or those words. Don’t be afraid, Levi. I believed I could hear my mother’s voice again. Images from that strange dream I had had a few days before suddenly appeared in front of me, almost blinding me. "Don’t be afraid, Levi". I’m not afraid.

Daphne tried to draw my attention back to her, asking me with a smug smile painted on her face: "So? Are you afraid you're going to lose at this game, Levi?". I was on the verge of losing my patience, so I took a deep breath. Looking back at her and staring straight into her eyes, I stated "No. I just have too much respect for you," I paused "And the water is boiling," and then I moved slightly away from her.

As I tried to reach the stove to turn it off, she suddenly grabbed me by the collar and pulled me to her. Her lips immediately found mine, which responded as aggressively as hers. I let myself go, completely, as I took her face with my hands. Then I slid my fingers behind her neck and into her hair.

We continued to kiss each other avidly like we were fighting in a bidding war. At one point she took my lower lip with her mouth, biting it slowly and then gradually letting it go. She then looked with such a pleased expression at my unexpected reaction: I was paralyzed and for a moment I just stared at her, almost out of breath. Then without overthinking it, I let my hands slide alongside the curves of her body down to her thighs and I pulled her up, putting her to sit on the kitchen counter.

I felt the urge to attack her lips again, just to wipe that mischievous smile off her face. I kissed her even deeper than before, holding her neck and back with my hands. She instantly responded to me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me in. In the meantime, I started to hear a strange sound in the background, like a rumble, but I couldn’t completely figure out what it was. A white noise resonated in my head and all my senses were intent on perceiving that unexpected and new sensation that was running up and down my body, coming from somewhere deep down inside of me.

Her hands were now on my neck and she slowly moved her fingers close to my mouth, as if to ask my permission to part my lips. And so I did. I slightly opened my mouth, allowing her tongue in, while her hands cupped my face. I really felt like I was about to lose it: my tongue was totally subjugated by hers and after a while, I could no longer hold myself back.

Just for a second, I moved my mouth away from her and I started leaving tiny hungry kisses down her neck to her collarbone. I felt like I was starving and longing for something whose features and taste I couldn’t even comprehend. In response, she tilted her head back, almost in ecstasy. Her breath ran short and her skin crawled.

When I was closer to her collar, I stopped, undecided about what to do next. So, I looked up at her and she gave me a shy nod as if to allow me to do whatever I wanted.

I moistened my lips as I impatiently tried to free her from the uniform’s leather band over her chest and then from her shirt, as much as possible. Once I unbuttoned it, I stopped for a moment to contemplate the view I had in front of me: from the fabric of her bra to the shadow between her breasts, the goosebumps on her naked skin, right there, in the middle. Instinctively I began to kiss the contour of her right cup, along the line between her skin and the fabric, while my hand slowly climbed on her torso, accompanying my every step on her. Under me I sensed her skin becoming incandescent.

But as soon as I pulled the fabric away, just a little to slide my finger under it, almost caressing her nipple, a loud noise shook both of us. The pot, which in the meantime had continued to warm up, had fallen to the ground, spilling everywhere the water that was inside of it, from the hob to the floor. That bang seemed to bring us both down to earth and we immediately realized distant voices in the hallway adjacent to the kitchen were slowly getting closer.

We eyed each other and instinctively moved away, trying to pull ourselves together. Once she got off the cabinet, Daphne began to button up her shirt and rearrange her hair, while I fixed my clothes and lightly touched my mouth with my fingers. Who the hell is it now?

All of a sudden, Mike peeked out from behind the door, saying, "Is everything all right? Did something happen? I heard a bang and...". His eyes ran to the pot on the ground, without even caring too much about us and he immediately understood what happened. "Don’t worry, Mike. It was just me. I made a mess here..." Daphne answered him promptly. He believed her without getting too suspicious and so he left.

Again, we found ourselves alone, while the water kept running down the drawers.

"Well, maybe it was a sign that we had to stop, right?" she whispered slowly, getting closer to me again. I didn’t know what to say or do, I felt like I was catapulted back into our reality, in Captain Levi’s shoes, and a strange sense of regret rushed inside of me. What was I doing?  Sensing my silence, Daphne sighed, but before she could add anything else, I said: "Go ahead, I’ll take care of this mess here", never looking up from the ground. "Okay... Well, good night Levi" she murmured, almost sounding melancholic.

In my life, I have always known what to do, but at that moment I was completely paralyzed by indecision. So I only managed to say "Night, Daphne".