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Do Bee Suits Protect from Wasps?
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A Beekeeper suit is a set of protective clothes used by persons who work in the beekeeping industry or enjoy it as a pastime. Bees are readily aroused, and when provoked, they may strike their victims with extremely painful stings (which can be fatal if youâre allergic), especially in big hive numbers. It is for this reason that beekeepers must guarantee that they are fully protected against insects by donning a beekeeping costume.
What is a beekeeper called
To avoid being stung, beekeepers dress in protective clothes. They wear a bee suit, hat, veil, and gloves. Most beekeepers use protective clothes while working to avoid being stung by bees. Itâs critical to be adequately covered when harvesting honey, especially in inclement weather or late in the season, when bees may be more defensive or aggressive. Because brighter colors are more relaxing to bees, the costume is frequently white.
Some of the following elements are included in beekeeping suits:
Veil â A veil is a must-have for any beekeeper. These are available in a variety of forms and styles, as well as with or without a cap.
Gloves are typically worn over the elbows. With time, youâll be able to wear them less and less.
Overalls, jackets, and other protective clothing against bee stings.
Bee Suit:
The current beekeeping suit, like apiarist attire in the past, is meant to block bees from accessing your skin without restriction. A full-body bee suit is often a single piece of thick white cotton canvas or many layers of bee-proof mesh netting. It includes long sleeves with elastic at the ends that go around your wrists and long legs that fit around your ankles. A full-length bee suit is a worthwhile purchase. Youâll be able to fully shield your arms, legs, and abdomen with it. You may also work with your bees without being stung. Consider the cloth you chose when purchasing a suit. Your outfit will be more durable if it has more cotton.
Bee Jacket:
A beekeeping jacket is a common choice among beekeepers. These are easier to put on and frequently include a veil in their design. A decent jacket will feature sturdy zippers and thumb hooks to help you get your jacketâs sleeves into your gloves. The zipper between the jacket and the veil should also be simple to use.
Jackets come in both ventilated and non-ventilated varieties. When functioning in the heat of summer, ventilated clothing is a huge benefit, and we propose this technique because we all have those days. Itâs awful to have to cancel a hive check because youâre too hot, and todayâs superb vented materials do a fantastic job of decreasing the heat. for more info visit https://www.beekeeper-suit.com/
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new video game, my beloved. Youâre so smol.. The creatures are so good.
#iits early access but already has a good chunk of stuff to do#i ended up runnng around in passive mode to explore the world#There are things im not a super big fan of like storms damaging your stuff#BUT repairs dont cost materials so its more just like remember to do some upkeep whe the weathers been bad#love that there are seasons#watching thhem change is a lot of fun#thhat grasshopper im riding died like two seconds after thhat#cause at least whhen using a controller#the controls for the mounts suck ass (or at least the grasshopper sucks ass)#ive just unlocked the ability to craft gecko treats so im going to try and tame a gecko tonight#but it was't letting me tame a ladybird even though i had the right thing so i was havng some issues#i also jjust built the dang bee glide suit#but it turned winter and i froze to death wearing it so had to swap to the padded armor for cold protection and will wait#until spring to jump off my tree and see how gliding is
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hi baby, you can make an hcs of the characters from The Boys with a Harley Quinn! readers?? With all characters including Soldier Boy
áśť đ đ° .á THE BOYS X HARLEY QUINN!READER
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looots of goofy shit, dark humour, gore, sensitive topics (abuse, toxic relationships, etc), toxicity, reader is fem!!
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Characters included (I couldn't do everyone so I just did these guys, I know yer kind missy đ´): Homelander, Black Noir (Old and New), Butcher, Soldier Boy
HOMELANDER
He's honestly so fed up with you.
Sure he loves watching you mess with people but he does not like it when YOU DO IT TO HIM!!!
"Quinn!" He'd shout for your name and you'd open the door to see him standing outside your room. You laugh when you see him covered in ketchup. One of your many pranks.
"What?? You needed the upgrade for the suit cupcake" You smiled all innocently.
That being said you LOVE pulling pranks on him.
Whether if it's putting hair dye in his shampoo or stealing his suit so he wakes up searching for it.
It's just your favourite thing to do.
There have been times he's tried to kill you due to his rage but it takes every cell in his body to stop himself because he knows that he's not able to do that.
Because why? Because he thinks you don't even deserve to be killed by him directly.
You disgust him that much.
He just wishes that you weren't such a pain in his ass.
If the pranks weren't bad enough that it had him double checking every item he uses, AKA worsening his trust issues. You've also came up with nicknames to mock his superhero status.
"If it ain't the flying dick!" You'd address his entrance to everybody the moment he walked in the meeting room.
Just imagine him suddenly stop and standing at the door like đ§ââď¸
If you wanna know more nicknames, we've got captain narcissist, america's buttplug and sperm cell.
Trust you are never sent on safely planned missions, only the ones he knows are highly dangerous in hopes of you dying...
There was this one time he sent you on a suicide mission and he was all proud of himself, but just as he thought he finally got rid of you, the elevator door slides open to reveal you, some fabrics of your clothes were ripped and there were bruises all over your body but it didn't seem to bother you.
"What's up toots?" You'd smile even though your nose was bleeding. That's when he looked down to see the head of the guy he asked for you to assassinate.
Who also happened to be one of the most protected men in the nations by the way.
Like how the fuck did you do it?
You're not even an ACTUAL supe!!
Regardless, he has his respects for you but really why WONT YOU LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE.
PLEASE STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM SO CASUALLY ITS WEIRD??!???!?
ALSO DONT PINCH HIS BUTT!!!
You once did that during a meeting and the sight of him yelping as his body jumps was unforgettable!!
You're JUST like a bee addicted to its pollen. P.S, he's the pollen.
BLACK NOIR (OLD)
He.. doesn't... understand you??
Why do you enjoy showering him with love??
You say it's in your nature but why do you always ask to be carried around the tower??
And why does he obliges each time??
Apparently how your mindset works is that you find extremely deadly things to be adorable.
In this case, he's the extremely deadly thing.
With his silent nature, you just NEEDED to get a reaction out of him.
You tried tickling him or making him sneeze but he always just stares at you in confusion.
You can't see his face but you can tell he's giving you the "What are you doing?" Face.
That's when your bright ass thought of a plan.
A dumb and reckless idea... but hey! You have suicidal tendencies so this is fine!
You'd put yourself in danger on purpose just for him to always come rescuing you. He has lost many body parts when doing so but you could care less, you would give him those heart eyes as he carried you back to Vought in bridal style...
Just for the managers to lock you up in a small prison cell to prevent you from pulling more of these stunts.
Though they were never enough to hold you back.
Naturally there would be rumours in the industry if you two were dating and you never hesitate to push those rumours even more.
Imagine for a premiere for your movie, you'd walk on the red carpet in a dress with Noir beside you, still in his signature suit.
"You're looking real good tonight, handsome. I'm liking what I see" You'd say with your arm wrapped around his. He looks at you as you winked at him seductively.
Someone save this poor boy from your endless flirting.
Jokes aside, there has been times he's seen you in your lowest, like that time you trashed your room with your makeup melted from your tears.
Apparently you got rejected from a movie role you wanted to get so badly. Which was Mario but stupid Chris fucking Pratt got it instead.
Seeing the state you were in, he'd grab you by the shoulders firmly and make you sit down, then putting a blanket around you. He'd leave the room for a couple of minutes... to come back with a bucket of ice cream for you to happily snack on as you rest your head on his shoulder.
BLACK NOIR (NEW)
"EW!! Get this mo'fuckin' bastard away from me!" Literally your words when you heard about the replacement.
Is a bit hurt by your disgust towards him??
But that just means he knows what he's doing right or wrong with this new role.
No because seriously everything he does, he would stop to watch for your reaction, most of the time you are never impressed.
Like how he killed those homelander fans to frame the starlighters. He'd hold the bat, his mask all bloody as he turned to see you, arms crossed, no reaction to his performance.
UNTIL at the end of season 4 where he began killing people within the company, that was what got you to start growing interest in his character.
Even though you're fine with him, for now, you really don't like it when he pushes things.
As in trying too hard to replace the old Black Noir. You just don't fw it đĄ
"Hey! Hey! Harley wait up!" He'd call out for you while you ignored him and decided to speed walk away. Anyways, he manages to catch up with you.
"The team wants us to attend the premiere of your next movie together.. since.... y'know... we're rumoured to be dating??" He said and you had to stop walking to put your entire energy into giving him the most NASTIEST look. The second he sees you take a deep breath, he knew it was over.
"I ain't yer GODDAMN babysitter, and don't you think that for a second that wearin' the suit makes you my damn boyfriend, alright? I ain't here to hold yer hand and coddle you. I got better things to do than listen to yer constant whining and need for attention. So knock it off, ya copy-cat!" You'd point at him before walking off, hand on your hip.
You can bet that he asks Deep for advices on how to win your heart.
BRO IS TOO INVESTED IN HIS CHARACTER đ
That's why he thinks making you fall for him is one of Noir's characteristics.
You love mysterious and threatening looking people? Okay gotcha.
You want hyenas for pets? Cha-Ching! Got it!
But seriously someone please tell him to stop before he gets his ass beat. He does not want that Brooklyn smoke.
BILLY BUTCHER
Ah great another crazy chick.
The only possibility to why you'd be apart of the boys is if someone vouched for you.
50/50 it's either Hughie or Frenchie.
Though surprisingly enough, you were the first to notice the symptoms of his virus. Like he could be fidgeting at the office and you'd point it out so casually that everybody turns to look at you in confusion.
Everybody thought you were crazy at first, it's to be expected, but the second his virus was confirmed to be lethal. Everybody has started to take you a bit more seriously.
Read carefully. A bit.
He finds your weapons fascinating though. Like how your gun has words engraved in it, your initials being the biggest. Not to mention the designs being the inspiration of poker cards.
"That must make you the clown" He once said when you whipped it out to shoot someone. You smile mischievously at his remark.
"Oh you'd better watch your tongue before I make you the punchline of my next joke!"
He likes you.
ONLY if you don't fuck anything up.
Sure you guys do argue a lot but theres also strange moments of understanding between you two.
There was this one time he found you alone in the office, your legs placed on the table and you were literally downing a bottle of alcohol. It was when he came closer that he noticed the bruises on your body.
"What the hell happened to you?" He said and you sniffed as you quickly wipe away the tears in your eyes.
"Oh, I'm just peachy, tough guy... Can't you see I'm having a little cry-fest over here after a lover's spat with my oh-so-darling ex-boyfriend. Yeah, he just looooves to use me as his personal punchin' bag, y'know? But don't worry 'bout me. I'll be back to my ol' crazy self in no time. Just need a minute to let the tears dry and the bruises heal"
For the rest of the night he'd stay to talk about how shitty both your lives are. You guys actually BOND over your past traumas.
The booze just making the conversation ever more fun.
Will go out of his way to take you to places for shopping or eating at a restaurant to make you feel better.
After understanding you better, he realised you're just a once normal person who became a psychotic sociopath after whatever the supes did to wrong you.
He may not show it to you but he really cares about you and would not hesitate to protect you despite how much he says he wish you'd just fuck off.
SOLDIER BOY
You have to be some kind of masochist right??
He says the most disrespectful shit to you and you just squeal in excitement from it.
It's starting to weird him out.
Everything he does or say, you love to mock him, like he could be giving orders and you'd be at the back using your hands to mimic his talking like a puppet as you mouthed along and made faces.
But he has to say, he finds your insanity amusing. Because deep down, he sees a tiny bit of himself in you.
He calls you Looney Tunes. Why exactly? Nobody knows its for his own entertainment.
He's into older women but that doesn't stop you from flirting with him. He finds your efforts interesting.
"You're a tough nut to crack, Soldier Boy, but I'll get you to crack a smile eventually" You'd say and it'll be enough to have him grinning at you.
"You gonna tickle me?" He'd say, returning the same energy.
But that doesn't mean he's interested in you, he's just toying with you.
AND YOU KNOW IT. But apparently red flags just look like a go flag to you đ¤ˇââď¸
Despite that, if any other guy did the things he did to you, he would be fast to knock out the fucker. That's because he knows you value loyalty and he does too.
Everything aside, he really appreciates it when at the end where everybody turned against him you stayed by his side. Just imagine him driving the car while you're in the passenger seat singing your heart out to Cherry Bomb by The Runaways.
He'd simply shake his head with a smile on his face.
But the more relationship develops, he'd actually start to show you his softer side. Not soft side. Soft-er side.
Will literally lecture you into standing up more for yourself and stop being a doormat for every man in your life.
How ironic huh?
"You might act all tough and macho, but I see that big, marshmallow heart under there, sweetheart" You'd boop him on the nose that has him rolling his eyes with a smirk.
"You already said that. Are you a broken record or just dim?" He said.
If you stay obedient and don't push the wrong buttons, he might just keep you around.
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[[and then I met you || ch. 19]]
Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit
Summary:
A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father â Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyerâs and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.
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Frank, admittedly, isnât as fit as he used to be.Â
Running through the desert, carrying all his gear, used to be an everyday thing he could do no problem, but now, running through the streets of Hellâs Kitchen, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he finds his breathing to be a bit labored.Â
Then again, that might be because heâs pissed off. He, Jones, and Red were in the middle of setting up for a night of surveillance, something Red insisted they do, when the costumed idiot took off into the night without a word.
Normally, Red will give them the damn courtesy of letting them know before he disappears to protect his flock, so him just starting to bolt had Frank and Jones scooping up their shit and following.Â
One thing Frankâs learned while working with Matt Murdock is to trust the bastard when it comes to his senses - when he says they need to clear out, there is usually a damn good reason to start running. But he has always given a reason or a headâs up - taking off like this must mean something is going down.
Jones gave up trying to keep pace a few blocks back, but Frank is determined to find out what the hell is going on. Red has the advantage of not hauling an additional fifty pounds of gear, and he has taken to parkouring over the roofs, so has gotten about a block and a half ahead.Â
Frank can keep him in his sights, at least. Heâs making a bee-line right towards Chelsea and thatâs causing a pit to start to grow in the Marineâs stomach. Not many things override Redâs deep seeded commitment to his city and only one of those things resides outside Hellâs Kitchen.Â
He adjusts his grip on his bag and forces his legs to move faster. Â
The buildings around him shift from businesses to residential and about two blocks into the change, Frank knows what set the Devil off.Â
His little girl is in the middle of the sidewalk, crying hysterically as her mother struggles on the ground against some fat fuck in a business suit. Frank only sees the attacker for a brief second before fury incarnate grabs him by his thick neck and slams him into the ground by Momâs feet. The sound of a skull being cracked rings clear before it's covered by angry roars and the crunch and squelch of someoneâs face being pounded in.Â
By the Grace of all that is Holy, Redâs baby seems to not care her dad is about to kill a guy and scurries to her Mommy now that she is free. Frank kicks his ass into gear to get there before she can be traumatized anymore.Â
He doesnât know if the little girl recognizes him or not, but she doesnât fight it when Frank picks her up. She clings to him desperately, burying her face against his neck and just sobbing. Instincts he forgot he had kick in and Frank bundles Minnie up in his duster, rocking her and trying to soothe her the best he can.
âHey, hey, sweet girl, it's okay, it's okay. I gotcha. Everythingâs gonna be okay, I gotcha.â
Frank cups the back of her head, careful to not tangle his fingers up in her curls and turns her away from her bloody mother. He needs to check on you, to make sure your wounds are something he can handle, and they donât need to take you to the hospital, but he canât do that with a crying toddler in his arms.Â
âHe hurt my Mommy!â The baby wails and his heart just about breaks. He wants so badly to join Red in stomping the piece of shitâs head into the pavement for endangering such a precious child, but he knows he canât. She canât witness any more than she already has.Â
As often as Frank takes digs at Murdock for being an altar boy, he canât let Redâs daughter see him lose control and step over the line he swore to never cross. Heâd never forgive himself for causing that trauma for her. So, he hugs the little girl closer, kisses the top of her head, then grunts, âRed!â
Murdock stills mid-punch, his bloody fist raised and ready to continue his punishment. He looks feral - he is snarling, and gore has splashed up onto his face. He is shaking with rage and for a brief moment, Frank can see why he claims to have the Devil in him. Then, just as his little girl cries for her Mom again, control returns to him. Red tilts his head in a way Frank knows he heard something, then he pushes himself up into standing.Â
Red rips his gloves off, throwing them to the ground, before taking the few steps to clear the gap between him and Frank. He barely starts to rasp out his daughterâs name before sheâs turning in Frankâs arms and trying to throw herself to him, sobbing.
âDADDY!â
The noise Red makes is not at all human as he crushes his baby girl to his chest. A new round of loud tears start and Frank knows he has to work quickly before they start attracting attention.Â
He pulls his duster off and throws it around Redâs shoulders, trying to hide his garish costume. Murdock seems to realize what heâs doing - he curls into it while ducking his horn-head and moving towards the shadows as he comforts his daughter. Frank canât hear what heâs saying - his voice is low and the crying covers it - but honestly he doesnât care.
He turns his attention back to your limp body on the ground, dropping down and letting his knowledge of field medicine take over.
Your forehead is bleeding pretty bad, but a quick assessment of the wound tells him it looks worse than it really is. Youâve got a pretty good gash, but it is shallow, and he doesnât feel any bone breakage under it or swelling. Youâll need a few stitches, and a hell of a lot of ibuprofen, but you wonât need a hospital. You probably passed out from a combination of pain and exhaustion from an adrenaline rush.Â
Still, Frank checks your neck before deciding to move you, just to make sure it's safe.Â
As he starts to press his fingers along your spine, Jones finally makes her appearance, jogging up to the scene.Â
âWhat the fuck?â
Frank barely looks up as he growls out his reply, focusing on his work while formulating a plan in his head, âItâs his kid.â
âOh shit,â she replies, then after a beat, âIs he dead?â
Frank barely looks over to the beaten man in question - his chest is still rising and falling so thatâs good enough for him. âNah, not yet. Call it in - then meet us up in her apartment.âÂ
He rattles off the address and apartment number as he scoops you up into a firemanâs carry. Heâs glad he doesnât have far to go, because your weight, plus his gear, isnât doing any favors to his back. As he gets you situated, Jones steps over to the attacker and nudges him in the side with her boot. His face isnât recognizable as human, but that isnât what she comments on.Â
âWhat is that smell? Did he shit himself?â
âFuck if I know, just call it in,â Frank grunts as he begins to trudge towards the right building. âRed, let's go!â
He knows he doesnât have to explain the plan to Murdock - fucker heard him the first time. Red falls in line and by some miracle, his little girlâs crying has tampered down. Sheâs still crying - Frank would be more concerned if she wasnât - but sheâs tucked herself close to her Dad and seems to be just more upset than actively terrified. Frankâs got no idea what Murdock could have possibly done to soothe her, but he gives him props for doing it so damn fast.Â
He can hear Jones calling for an ambulance as they enter into your building, and once in the lobby, Frank wastes no time barking another order, âTake off your helmet.âÂ
That earns him a glare, or what counts as a glare from the Devil, and Murdock uses one hand to pull his cowl off and stuffs it between his chest and his daughter before starting for the stairs. Frank is right at his heel and being so close means he can finally hear what Red is repeating to his girl.Â
âJust listen to her heart, baby, everythingâs okay. You know that sound. Just listen to her heart.â
Frank has a good guess what that means - his theory about passing out from exhaustion and pain is probably correct. If your heart isnât in crazy panic âIâm dyingâ mode, you should be fine after a good nightâs rest.Â
The only problem they encounter in the climb up to your apartment is your door. They have to do a weird song-and-dance of Frank turning so Red can get into your purse to get keys while also making sure Minnie canât see your face. He hasnât gotten the chance to clean you up in any way and heâs not going to let any little girl see her mom like that if he can help it.Â
Once they are inside the apartment, Frank goes right to the couch to lay you out. As he does, he says over his shoulder, âIâm gonna call Curt.âÂ
Just because you donât need a hospital doesnât mean you shouldnât see a medical professional. Frank knows what he is doing, but he does not trust himself to stitch up your face. Someone with delicate hands needs to do that, and the best person he knows for that is Curt.Â
Murdock, however, disagrees.Â
âCall Claire,â he counters firmly.Â
Frank knows better than to argue - this is Murdockâs family and Frank ainât got a dog in this fight. So, once you are down, and his gear is dropped, he fishes out his phone to call the feisty nurse. As he does, Red starts back towards what Frank assumes is the bedroom, talking in a sweet tone to his little girl, âIt's okay, Frankâs gonna clean Mommy up, then we can go see her. Sheâs just got a scrape, everythingâs okay.â
Frank focuses on his task at hand - as the line rings, he raids the kitchen for washcloths, bowls, and paper towels. Heâs on his way back to the couch when Claire finally answers.
âWhat did he do this time?â
A little smile forms on his lips at her bluntness - heâs always liked Claire and her no-nonsense attitude.Â
âAinât him. His girl got mugged, hit her head pretty good,â he explains, as he dips a washcloth into the water to start on cleaning you up. The cut on your forehead is still bleeding, but only a little by this point. Heâll have to retrace their steps to wipe away any blood droplets, so they don't leave a trail right to your door.
âSo, take her to the ER.â
He hums at the response, then adds the crucial element, âHis little girl saw it all.â
The line is silent for a good five seconds before Claire is swearing, âIâm on my way. How bad are we talking?â
He feels a little for the nurse at the moment - sheâs always having to deal with Red broken and battered and is probably thinking sheâs going to have to do some sort of impromptu surgery. He gives a rundown on your injuries, then adds, âYour stitches are nicer than mine.âÂ
âExactly what a lady wants to hear. Howâs the kid?âÂ
âPhysically ok, but probably going to have nightmares for a while,â is his honest reply. There wouldnât be an attacker left to pick up in an ambulance if Minnie had gotten hurt - he would have made sure of that no matter what Red would have said.
Claire groans in response, âI donât know anything about child psychology, Frank.âÂ
âNo oneâs expecting you to.â
The nurse may be a miracle worker in the eyes of Redâs little vigilante group, but no one in this world is qualified to deal with all their mental problems.
âGive me ten minutes and Iâll be there. Youâre lucky Iâm on this side of town already.âÂ
Claire hangs up on him and Franks stuffs his phone back into his pocket. Heâll need to call Mirco later to set up a camera on your building, something similar to what heâs got for Karen, and arrange for some background checks on the neighbors. The area seems to be working class just trying to get by, but isnât that just all of the city now? Even if one drunk-off-his-ass guy just made some stupid decision, it put you and the kid in danger and that is a no-go in Frankâs book. As much Red will huff and puff and growl, his family falls under Frankâs sphere of protection and that isnât something Frank skimps on.Â
So, a full security upgrade is in your near future.Â
But that is something heâll figure out the details for later on. Right now, he puts his full attention in cleaning you up.Â
The worst of it is the cut on your forehead. He folds a washcloth and sets it on the wound to help the remaining bleeding stop, then moves onto your cheeks. Youâve got some gravel stuck there, but he doesnât see any glass or metal. Thereâs some bruising, but he doesnât think it will be anything to fuss about - it will fade away within a day or so. Heâs seen worse coloring on a hickey. The bastard who attacked you didnât seem like he knew what he was doing, or he was too sloshed out of his mind to be coordinated.
 Overall, you are just pretty banged up.Â
But nonetheless, Frank takes care to make sure it just looks like you are resting, even putting the throw blanket left on the couch over you to hide the grime stains on your clothes.Â
Red and his creepy bat ears must be listening, because as soon as he goes to dump the bloody cleaning water, heâs coming out of the bedroom with Minnie. Sheâs still in his arms, clinging to his neck like a koala, but her tears have stopped. Sheâs still sniffling, though.
Frank hangs back as the little girl is brought to her Mommy and his heart damn near breaks again when she starts talking.Â
âSheâs just sleeping?âÂ
âSheâs just sleeping,â Red confirms. He carefully kneels down beside you and makes slow, exaggerated movements as he puts his hand over your heart. âYou can feel, too. Just sleeping.â
He watches as the tiny little girl untangles herself from her father and stretches to put her hand next to his. She scrunches up her nose and gets a look Frank has seen a million times on Red.Â
âBoom. Boom. Boom.â
âExactly, boom. Boom. boom. The same heart-noises Mommy makes when she sleeps.âÂ
They stay like that for a few seconds before little hands go up to your face and Minnie is examining your cuts.
âHe hurt Mommy,â she says so softly that Frank wants to stomp back downstairs and unload his Glock into the asshole. âShe has ouchies.â She turns so quickly in Redâs arm that Frank sees him jump just a little - probably still on high alert - and she slaps both her hands on his cheeks, âYou have to kissy it better.â
Her voice is so serious and demanding, heâs surprised Red doesnât instantly comply. Instead, he kisses his little oneâs forehead.Â
âA doctor is going to come and make sure all her ouchies are taken care of. Then we can kiss it better.â
âPromise?â
âPromise.â
Her curls bounce as the little girl whips around to address Frank, ordering in the same voice, âYou have to kissy it better, too.â
He damn well knows better than to argue with a three year old girl - Lisa could put him in his place like no one's business - so Frank simply nods with a, âYes, maâam.â Red doesn't look thrilled at the agreement, but he's not the one who's opinion Frank cares about.
Her brown eyes sus him out, narrowing a fraction before he passes whatever criteria she has and Minnie turns back to her mother and father. âWhen is she gonna wake up?â
âShe'll wake up when she's done resting,â Murdock gently advises. âShe needs lots of rest right now.âÂ
Frank knows what question is coming before it is even asked. It is the universal toddler question.Â
âWhy?â
Red, it seems, needs to spend more time with his kid because he looks completely baffled by the question. He repeats the word, which just gets parroted back at him, and Frank can practically hear Lisa and Frankie chanting along with her.Â
Why?Â
Why?Â
Why?
Why would you need lots of rest in a way a terrified toddler would get it? There's a slight hint of panic in Redâs sightless eyes as he fights to find an answer and Frank takes pity on him.Â
He steps forward and asks the little girl, âHave you ever played really hard then needed a nap after?â
Attention swings back to him but this time he is prepared for it. Minnie considers his question, then nods, and Frank gives her a soft, friendly smile. âSame thing, sweetheart. Your Mommyâs body worked really hard and now she needs a nap.âÂ
âShe needs a nap,â the baby replies and then, to his amusement, proceeds to stuff her fingers into her mouth and suck on them. He's got no idea what that means, but Redâs shoulders relax a fraction, so he assumes it's a good thing.Â
He wonders if she's starting to get tired now that the action is over. He can't imagine why they were out in the first place, but he has to guess it was to get something from the store. That is his experience with bringing a baby in their pajamas out at night - there was something needed that couldn't wait until morning. That would also explain the black bag in your purse.
He looks to Red and his girl - Murdock has sat himself on the floor beside the couch, facing you, and Minnie is tucked in his lap, sucking her fingers still. Both of their focus seems to be on you. So, Frank lets curiosity get the better of him and he goes to snoop.Â
Thereâs a bottle of Pedialyte nestled inside the bag, and by the tiny bit missing, he has a feeling he knows who it is for. He looks from it, over to the sweet child sitting in Redâs lap, and decides she probably still needs it if her mom went out in the middle of the night for it. So, he turns his snooping to the kitchen and opens and closes cabinets until he finds the one holding sippy cups. All of them have Braille labels on them and he briefly wonders what each says before grabbing one with Big Bird on it. He gives it a good rinse before filling it up halfway with the blue liquid.
He removes his tactical vest before he heads back to the living room. He thinks of it more of a sign for Red than Minnie. The little girl might be scared of the skull art, but he hopes it will help Murdock relax. Heâs putting on a good face for his daughter, but Frank can see the tension in his jaw and how on edge and angry he must be, and he canât be blamed. He knows how emotional Red can get and heâs surprised heâs managing to keep it together - so subtly letting him know âthereâs no danger hereâ and Frank isnât a threat to his family might just get him to stop grinding his teeth.Â
He approaches slowly and somewhat loudly, while holding out the sippy cup, âHere you go, sweetie.â
Minnie blinks up at him with those wide brown eyes and he can see the exhaustion starting to creep in - getting a bottle might just knock her out. He has to lean down so she can take it, but as soon as she does, her hand drops from her mouth and she politely mumbles, âThank you.âÂ
âYouâre very welcome, sweetheart.â
âWhat is it?â Murdock questions, nose twitching to try to figure out the smell. Frank doubts heâs familiar with the drink, but soon heâll have it memorized.
âBlue Pedi-lyte,â the baby grumbles before the spout goes right into her mouth and she starts to nurse it. Almost instantly she starts leaning back against Redâs chest and Frank knows right away sheâll be asleep within minutes.Â
He checks his phone as he goes to take a seat at the kitchen table. Claire should be here any minute and it's a toss up if Jones comes up or not. Heâll wait until everything is all settled to head out - he does want to make sure you are okay and heâs not going to leave Claire alone with an upset kid and her Dad-devil.Â
Frank brings up his texts to Karen to start typing out that the op is a bust, when Murdockâs quiet voice interrupts his train of thought.
âThank you, Frank.â
âNothing to thank me for, Red. Itâs your family. You donât gotta explain that to me.â
âStill, thank you, Frank. I mean it. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome, Murdock.â
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some times i see people talking about the Earth and climate change saying things like "now i know it is difficult to deal with utter hopelessness, terror, and visiting the thoughts of death"
and it's like wow I am so deeply sorry about the suffering. but...concern. Concern. Tell me, am I missing something important? Why do I feel a sense of hope for our planet? Am I a lonely fool? Have I been consumed by naĂŻvetĂŠ and misguided optimism?
That would be weird. It feels weird. It feels like I would be well suited to despair. My natural temperament is Mortal Terror making my body crushed for a thousand years at the bottom of the deepest trenches of the ocean. I've thought before "I can't live any more. This exceeds the tensile strength of the human spirit."
And then? After irreversible catastrophic failure of the soul, there is...what?
We try to imagine the future where we fight to save our home and it is very painful. The resistance feels so small and the machine of death feels so vast. But something's missing.
Everyone else is missingâthe plants, trees, bugs, beasts, and creatures. Hello? Are the other humans seeing this? Nature wants you to know that she is not a princess in a tower. Look! Look at the chaos moving through every cell! Iterating! Adapting! Becoming! Thriving! Watch the pollinators tirelessly at work, observe the mycorrhizal network in the forest floor distributing the rich fruits of decay and photosynthesis for every inhabitant! Pay attention! We belong here too. They feed and shelter us, give us the very air we breathe, and in return we plant and propagate, cull, thin, and burn, shape, trample, till, shepherd and sprout seeds. Our species can look toward the future, to the world of our descendants. We can call every plant and animal by name and teach our children to use and care for them responsibly. We can feel this anger, pain, and grief on behalf of the family of Life, OUR family, and we can love the smallest beetle and the humblest moss.
Look at it! This thing is nothing like me, it does not benefit me, it has no use or purpose for me, but LOOK at it! Look at its intricate structure! Look at the marvelousness of its behaviors and biological functions! Look at its uniqueness throughout the whole universe! Look at it, and see its infinite value!
I saved a baby tree from the scorching hot gravel of a parking lot. I watched it grow and thrive in the hands of its caretaker. Many more followed, trees and herbs and flowers, rescued and carefully placed in cups and old tubs that once held yogurt and sour cream. This is so strange, I thought. They're everywhere, offering themselves for free, and no one thinks to take them. Everyone thinks transplanting a tree is hard and that nothing grows on the edge of the pavement but weeds. But it's so easy??? This is weird. Plant Nurseries Hate Her: Get Free Plants With This One Weird Trick.
I protected an old barren garden patch where nothing had thrived from being mowed and weed-whacked, and transplanted little plants that I found. I marveled at the bees that came. Chicory bloomed, then asters and goldenrod. I shed actual tears over a spicebush swallowtail. I ordered some milkweed from the internet, and the monarchs came for them. Less then twenty-five bucks for a divine experience like this. Wow, everyone else really needs to know!
I started volunteering at a nature center, and was allowed to transplant flowers where they sprouted in inopportune locations. I collected tons of seeds all fall and winter long.
There is much, much more, all of it bigger than I ever would have imagined. But this spring there were more birds, in number and in species, than I'd ever seen in my back yard before. Chickadees, swallows, finches, nuthatches, jays, cardinals, warblers, sparrows, woodpeckers of every kind...I remembered just a couple years prior when all I ever saw out there was a couple grackles or starlings or robins, with the occasional sparrow. Those birds come in flocks rather than couples now. And then the bumblebee arrived. An American bumblebee, endangered now, a queen. For a few days she was always out there, would fly out and buzz around me when I came out to tend to my now-innumerable plants. It's nesting time for them. She chose this place I was creating. She saw that this place would take care of her.
A week ago, I discovered wild strawberries growing in my Mamaw's driveway. I found lyreleaf sage growing beside a gravel road. I've become a master of transplanting; I took several of each home. Yesterday, I saw a tiny, metallic blue bee, an Osmia mason bee. Today, I saw an oriole and a strange, very fancy fly. I see something new almost every day. Every day I am being irreversibly changed as a person. How did I ever fail to see how much this matters?
I said I feel hope...do I feel it? I don't think it's a feeling, I think it's a practice. It's being part of our communities and our ecosystems. Nature's interconnectedness is both reality and example: to survive, we take care of one another. And when one member of the community helps another thrive, it creates a cascade that increases the thriving of all. Just by existing, you help us all survive.
You can only take care of so many plants before you have to give some away. You can only hold so much knowledge before you have to give it away. I gave seeds to a dozen different flowers to my next-door neighbor and she invited me inside and wouldn't let me leave without food, and we talked about plants and trees. A family friend lets me have goats' milk and heirloom vegetables in exchange for help around the farm, and I listen to him talk about trees, bugs, and soil and learn so much I feel like I'm about to explode from knowledge.
Being a caretaker is unavoidably a community-oriented, community-forming thing. You can't grow plants all by yourself. Your garden will make too many tomatoes. Share them. Your milkweed will make hundreds and hundreds of seeds. Spread them. Wild blackberries invite you to take and eat. Your lonely retired neighbor invites you to talk and keep her company. Once you grow delicious fruits or little oak trees, you always have a reason to greet someone and say, "Look, it is a gift!"
We're not alone. We are not separate. We take care of each other. Every species, every individual. A single action of caretaking creates a cascade effect of thriving. A single unapologetic love for a creature creates a blossom of curiosity and fascination in everyone surrounding. It's so powerful.
As my chemical romance says "I am not afraid to keep on living"
#nature#community#plants#gardening#you are not separate from every other thing#the wonders#caretaking#plantarchy
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episode two: trick or treat, freak
 âWhy do you only ever care about me when Iâm some kicked fucking puppy?â Steveâs words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. âYou know thatâs not true,â âItâs not?â He scoffs at you. âThen explain what happened this summer.â âIâŚâ You canât. Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. âYeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.â
Summary: you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.
Rating: general, slight cursing
Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight sexual harassment (billy corners reader and is gross), cursing, alcohol
Words: 7.9k
Before you swing in: hello ! new chapter, we've arrived at halloween !! i finally get to have a fun authors note comment: i crashed my car lol. i'm fine tho and i hope yall enjoy and like what ive done and changed a bit with this episode. i had fun coming up with costume ideas for the reader, i think the character fits her well :) and before i go: i start school next week, so updates will def be coming a bit slower after this. anyways, happy reading !
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The Henderson house is pure chaos morning of Halloween.Â
Dustin is running around the house, screaming about how his costume has to be absolutely perfect and that if you donât hurry up with the jack-o-lantern pancakes then heâs going to just leave without eating breakfast. Meanwhile your mother is running after him, straightening his suit and tidying his hair.Â
âThe pancakes are almost done, my god.â You flip the last pancake, but in your rush the jack-o-lanternâs smile turns into more of a grimace, but hey, food is food. You quickly set Dustinâs plate down on the table and practically shove him into the seat.Â
âEat.â
âBut my proton blasterââ
âIs on the steps, Iâll grab it. Eat, I want pictures with you.â You kiss the top of your brotherâs head and then run over to grab his costumeâs prop.Â
âIâm thirteen now, I donât need my sister doting on meââ Dustin complains, but then his eyes land on the mini Reeseâs Pieces youâve decorated his pancakes with and quickly changes his tone. âOh! Candies! Yummy!â
You laugh at him and bring his backpack over. The Ghostbusters matching costume idea that boys have planned for today makes you want to just sweep them all into your arms and kiss their tiny little faces. They may be getting older with crushes and angsty feelings, but theyâre still the same nerdy little boys you met when you were twelve.Â
Dustin wolfs down his pancakes and your mom prepares her camera. You woke up earlier than usual this morning specifically so that you could make Dustinâs annual Halloween pancakes and then take pictures of him with his costume on. As soon as heâs done eating, you and your mom whisk him towards the fireplace for pictures.Â
âOh, I want to see those pearls!â Your mother squeals as she takes a million pictures of Dustin. When he smiles, she loses her mind. âYeah! Lovely, I love it!â
Youâre just as ecstatic as your mom. âWho you gonna call Dustin?â
âGhostbusters!â He sings along, holding up his proton blaster with an even wider smile on his face.Â
Itâs a happy morning.Â
Dustin puts on a show as he poses for your mom, and you even join in for some. Sure, you arenât in costume, but who knows how many more mornings like these you have left? Dustin is getting older, all the boys are, so you plan on cherishing these mornings for as long as possible.Â
You and Dustin are giggling as you now stand back to back, him holding his blaster and you holding up finger guns, and your mom is taking multiple final pictures when Jonathan arrives. He knocks on the door before letting himself in. When he sees you and Dustin posing, he starts loudly belting the Ghostbusters song.Â
âGod, bee. At least let my coffee kick in before you subject me to your horrible singing.â You playfully groan, grabbing your own backpack and pancakes to eat on the road.Â
Jonathan ignores your teasing and ruffles Dustinâs hair. âNice costume, bud.â
Dustin, seemingly still holding a grudge against the guy after your conversation from last night, slaps his hand away and glares at him. âDonât mess up the hair.â
Your brother proceeds to stare Jonathan down, gives him an âIâm watching youâ gesture, and then walks out the front door without any further words. You, Jonathan, and your mom all stand in the living room in varying states of emotions. Youâre trying not to laugh at your brotherâs antics, your mom is happily looking at the photos she took, and Jonathan is standing there in complete confusion.Â
âWhat was that about?â He asks you, slightly hurt by Dustinâs rebuff.Â
âShhh,â you hand him a plate of pancakes and then walk towards the front door. âLetâs get to school, bee.â
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At school, the mullet guy from yesterday finds you at your locker as soon as Jonathan has walked away. The two of you had been running behind schedule, so youâd told Jonathan to head to first period so at least heâd be on time while you tried to find your history textbook.Â
As youâre digging through your locker, the mullet guy stalks up behind you.Â
âI never got your name,â he says with a breathy voice, standing way too close behind you.Â
You straighten your back, but donât turn around. You know that if you do, the guy will only get a kick out of having your face close to his. âYou never asked.â
âSo thereâs some sass to you underneath all that sweetness.â His breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver, but in a way that makes you feel dirty and unclean.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask the guy, your fingers wrapping around the textbook that youâve finally found. If needed, youâre sure itâll make a handy weapon. Itâs only you and the guy in the hallway. Everyone else has holed up in class and youâre now regretting sending Jonathan away. You feel trapped, vulnerable, and you hate it.Â
Mullet man chuckles deeply, his voice reverberating against your back. âNothing yet. Just thought Iâd introduce myself to such a pretty face.âÂ
You donât say anything, your fingers only tighten around your textbook. If he gets any closer, youâll swing.Â
Though you canât see him, you can feel his eyes flicker to your textbook and he lets out another cruel laugh. âLoosen up, sweetheart, I wonât hurt ya.â You donât move, and he seems to get another kick out of this. âMy name is Billy. Remember that for me, alright?â
Finally Billy steps away from you and you slowly release all the tension thatâs built up within you. You still donât turn around, he hasnât left yet, but your hands are shaking a bit and you feel unsteady.Â
âWould you do me a favor, Billy?â Your voice is steady, thereâs no trace of the fear within you.
âIâm listening,â Billy is practically purring and you want to gag at how much his cockiness oozes around you.Â
You turn, now finally facing him, and slam your textbook against Billyâs chest. âLearn some fucking personal space.âÂ
Billyâs only reaction is a smile, which only makes you more uncomfortable, but you refuse to show him this. Instead, you square your shoulders and walk towards your first class. Youâve dealt with assholes in the past; youâve known Steve Harrington since you were twelve. But Billy is different.Â
Youâre not sure if you want to find out just how different he is from Steve.Â
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Another small highlight of your school year so far has been your study sessions in the library with Nancy resuming. The two of you had drifted apart this summer, you just rarely ever saw the girl in between your hectic work schedule and her dates with Steve, but from the first day of junior sheâs helped you with your math equations and youâve helped her with her english essays.Â
Itâs a good trade off and youâve enjoyed spending time with the girl. Unlike last year, Jonathan doesnât join anymore. He canât be too close with her now that sheâs back with Steve. So, itâs just you and her for an hour every day during study hall. Itâs nice, if youâre being honest.
Today though thereâs something off with Nancy.Â
Sheâs been tapping her pencil on the table for the last few minutes. Right before you can politely ask her to stop, the tip of the pencil snaps in half. She sighs. âShit,âÂ
âThereâs a sharpener over by the window,â you point towards the general direction. âSharpen your pencil before these equations officially end my life.â
Nancy laughs, excusing herself and walks over to the sharpener.Â
You focus back on your homework, the equations swimming around in your brain. Itâs not that youâre necessarily bad at math, but youâre no whiz at it either. You get lost in the practice problems, erasing and re-erasing frequently, and you donât realize just how long Nancy has been gone until she returns. She sits down, and youâre about to make a horrible joke about how stupid it is to find x, when you notice how shaken Nancy looks.Â
âWoah, hey.â You set your pencil down and turn your attention to Nancy. âAre you okay? You look upset.âÂ
Nancy looks towards one of the libraryâs private study rooms and you see Steveâs retreating figure. You gather that somethingâs happened between them, but it confuses you because theyâve been nothing but lovey dovey ever since they got back together. What could possibly cause strife between them?Â
âCâmon, you can talk to me. Iâm known for my fantastic advice.â You probe again, and this time Nancy lets out a soft chuckle.Â
âItâs⌠complicated.âÂ
âTake all the time you need. Iâve been stuck on question five for like, twenty minutes now. Any distractions are welcomed.âÂ
Now Nancy lets out a genuine laugh and you find yourself laughing as well. The storminess behind her eyes from earlier has lessened, she looks more relaxed now. Once sheâs done laughing, she takes a deep breath and starts from the beginning. âSteve and I have been having dinner with Barbâs parents.â
When Barbâs name leaves Nancyâs lips, you feel your stomach twist with guilt. Had you known this would be about Barb, you wouldnât have pestered Nancy so much into speaking. You know how much she misses her best friend still, no one blames her.Â
âWell that sounds nice,â you try to comfort. âIâm sure they appreciate your company.â
Nancy bites her lip and looks away from you. âThey wouldnât if they knew Steve and I killed Barb.â
Shock washes over you. âCan I ask for some context?â
âSteve and I⌠When I forced Barb to come to his stupid party with me, weâwe left her alone that night. By the poolâŚâ Nancyâs voice cracks, and you grab her hand to encourage her to keep going. âWe went upstairs to have sex, and Barbâshe didnât want me to leave her alone but IâI did andââ
You remember the photos Jonathan took last year, specifically the one where Barb had been sitting all by herself along the poolâs edge. Behind her had been a shadowy figure, a monster you soon would learn was from an alternate dimension with an intent to kill.Â
âYou think Barb died because you left her alone to go have sex with Steve.â You finish for Nancy, her tears rendering her unable to say more.Â
She nods, looking away again as more tears stream down her face. You feel horrible for her, knowing first hand just how cruelly guilt can eat away at someone. Jonathan doesnât know this, but you still think youâre the reason Will disappeared last year. You were the one who left him alone that night. If you had been there, if you had dropped him off at the Byersâ doorstep, youâre sure that he wouldâve never ended up facing the horrors that he did.Â
As for Nancy, you understand everything sheâs feeling and more. It isnât fair how one simple choice, one moment of selfishness, can lead to such tragedy and pain.Â
Cautiously, you ask Nancy a question. âDoes Steve know about the guilt you feel?âÂ
âHe knows, but he doesnât understand.â Nancyâs voice laces with grief and bitterness. âHe found me by the pencil sharpener. There was this girl, she looked so much like Barb and I just⌠I zoned out. I was stuck there, thinking about her, when he found me.âÂ
âDid he notice you were upset?â
âOf course he noticed. Heâs Steve, I could shed a single tear and heâd be all over me like Iâm some baby.â Nancy scoffs, which makes you frown. Youâre not sure whatâs so wrong with that, having someone so attuned to your emotions because they love you that deeply.Â
You push aside your thoughts, however. âWhat happened, then?â
âWe went into a study room and I snapped.â Nancyâs close to tears again. âI just⌠I want to tell Barbâs parents what really happened. Theyâre selling their house, Y/N. Theyâre selling their own home to afford this private detective who promised them heâd find out what happened to her. Whatâwhat kind of person would I be if I let my best friendâs parents go bankrupt for being worried about their only child?â
âNancyâŚâ
âAnd Steve, he just⌠He told me it was a bad idea, thatâthat our families could get hurt and all that bullshit, but what am I supposed to do? Iâm trying to figure something out, to fix this, and Steve just wants to go to some stupid party and pretend everything is okay?â Nancy is almost shouting now, and you nervously look around to make sure you're not disturbing anyone. Itâs still a library, after all.
Nancy takes a few seconds to collect herself, to steady her breathing and control her anger. You let her take all the time she needs, and when she seems calm enough, you speak. âI understand where youâre coming from and why youâre upset. What happened to Barb is despicable, but⌠Well, I also agree with Steve.âÂ
âY/Nââ
âNo, okay. Listen for a second,â you pause, trying to figure out exactly how to say what youâre thinking. âI think Steve means well, he doesnât have a malicious bone in that silly body. The Halloween party can be a good thing for you if you let it, a way to destress. You have to move on, you have to allow yourself to move on.â
Nancy tries to argue some more but you continue. âI understand your guilt better than anyone else, I was the one who lost Will that night. But we all signed those contracts, Nancy. If we told anyone what really happened to Barb⌠It wouldnât be fair to everyone who gets hurt, all our family members, because we broke a legal oath. You understand that, right?â
âI understand, but itâs not fucking fair.â Nancyâs eyes have a determination in them that startles you. Youâve always known that she was fierce, but seeing the edge in her eyes almost scares you. Sheâs angry, more than youâve ever seen her before.Â
You sigh. âI know, I wish I could do more, butâŚâ
Nancy nods, understanding that thereâs not much else you guys can do. You hate to let her down like this, you know she needs to hear something else, to feel supported, but you donât know what else to tell her.Â
Steveâs right in his own way, and so is Nancy.Â
âCan you at least come to the party tonight?â Nancy softly pleads. âItâs just, Iâll feel more comfortable with you there, like Iâm less crazy⌠I mean, that is if you even want to come andââ
âOf course Iâll come, Nance.â You donât even hesitate to promise her this, nor do you realize that youâve just called her âNanceâ. It slipped from your tongue naturally, as if solidifying your friendship with the girl. You hate parties and loud crowds, but if Nancy needs you there by her side, to hold her hand and remind her of how brave she is, then youâll happily do so.Â
Nancy sinks into her seat, relieved. âThank you, I owe you one.â
âIâll hold you to that, you know.â
Nancy throws a piece of paper at you and you dodge it, throwing your pencil at her in retaliation. The two of you break out into a fit of giggles until the librarian eventually snaps at you guys and reminds you to be quiet.Â
You reluctantly get back to work, and as youâre writing down more complex equations, you notice that thereâs still a far off look in Nancyâs eyes. You know that sheâs still thinking about Barb, the guilt eating away at her, and you know that the topic is far from settled.
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Halloween is in full swing the second Jonathan drops you off at home from school. Thereâs already kids milling around up and down your block in an assortment of costumes, all squealing with joy as they collect their candy.Â
âMeet you in two hours?â You ask Jonathan as you unbuckle your seatbelt.Â
âYeah, but remember that Iâm not wearing a costume.â
âCâmon, bee! Itâs Halloween, whereâs your holiday spirit?â
Jonathan groans. âNag at me all you want, Iâm not dressing up. I will, however, offer to be your arm candy.âÂ
âThatâs the spirit!â You kiss Jonathanâs cheek and run out of the car and straight into your house. You have two hours to wrap up goodie bags for the neighborhood kids and then get dressed in your costume. Itâll be a tight schedule, but luckily youâre off of work tonight.Â
It takes you about an hour to assort all your gift bags, separating the boysâ bags from the local kidsâ bags, and before you know it youâve successfully hand packaged goodie bags for an entire army. Once youâre done, you run to your room and throw on your costume. The dress slips over your head and settles gently over you.
You stand in front of your mirror and smile.Â
Itâs perfect.Â
Youâre going as Princess Buttercup tonight for Halloween. You read the Princess Bride around the end of summer and quickly fell in love with Buttercup. Youâre not sure if you fell in love with the character because you read the book right after pushing Steve away, or because you saw yourself in Buttercup, but you came to adore her.Â
Buttercup may have been a bit ditzy, but she loved with everything within her, and with such a passion, that you couldnât help but admire her. It was her love for others that ultimately drove the story further, and you think thereâs something beautiful about that.Â
The red dress fits perfectly around you and you grab the gold chain that will serve as your belt. Once youâve secured it around yourself, you place Buttercupâs golden circlet around your head. The costume had been pricier than you wouldâve preferred, but as you stand in front of the mirror, you truly do feel like a princess.Â
Your bee necklace, a wonderful gift from Jonathan, catches light from your window and you smile, bringing your fingers up to the pendant. Itâs the only jewelry you need.
âY/N! Are you almost done? Will radioed that theyâd be here soon.â Dustin pounds on your door.Â
You fling the door open. âIâm done, I just need to put on some makeup.â
Your brother makes a face as he walks into your room and plops himself down onto the beanbag. âYou own makeup?â
âYes, dear brother. Iâd wear it more often if I had the time, but between herding you around and my school assignments, I canât.â You dig through your makeup bag, opting for just mascara and a shimmery pearl eyeshadow. Youâll put on your lipstick in the car to save some time.Â
âThis doesnât have anything to do with Jonathan, does it?â
You roll your eyes at Dustin. âNo, believe it or not I can choose to do things without the influence of others.â
âHmm, alright. Hurry up though, Mike had this awesome plan to hit up every house with the big candy bars andââ
âDustin!â You throw a pillow at the boy, shutting him up. âShush so I can focus.â
He grumbles but remains silent, now watching as you put your makeup on. Itâs been a while since youâve last worn any, so youâre slower than usual. Just as youâre finishing up your mascara, a car honks outside.Â
Dustin runs out the room and you quickly grab your lipstick and follow after him. Youâre wearing your motherâs mary janes again and they pinch your feet as you run, but whatever. You feel pretty tonight, youâre somebody else for now, a princess free from any burdens and stress.Â
Jonathan is standing outside his car, waiting for you, and when you see him you practically fling yourself in his arms. âYou dressed as Westley!â
He spins you around a bit, his plastic sword hitting against his leg. âYou wanted me to wear a costume, right?â
You nod, inspecting his costume with glee. He looks amazing, dressed in Westleyâs iconic all black attire, his sword by his side, and a mask tied loosely around his neck. To anyone else, Jonathan would look like a regular guy with an affinity for black, but to you, he was dressed as your knight in shining armor.Â
Heâs the Westley to your Princess Buttercup.Â
Jonathan kisses your knuckles. âWell then, as you wish.â
His words are smooth velvet against your skin, they warm you as the late October air encases you. As you wish, words that became their own I love you within the book. A promise, similar to the one Jonathan made you last year in the passenger seat of his car, pinkies intertwined.Â
Something stirs within you, seeing Jonathanâs proud smirk on his face because heâs once again managed to surprise you, and the feeling is sickly sweet like syrup. It runs through you slowly, covering every inch of you, and you bask in it.
For now, heâs still yours.Â
âCan we go now? You guys are gross.â Dustin calls from the car, annoyed.Â
You and Jonathan spring apart in embarrassment. He laughs, rubs the back of his neck, and tells you, âYou look beautiful, Y/N.â
âWhy thank you,â you curtsy. âYou look rather dashing yourself, good sir.â
âI wasnât kidding. You look⌠youâre beautiful.â The sincerity in Jonathanâs voice cuts through you, it cuts through everything between you, and you can only smile.Â
âThanks, bee.â You try to keep your voice playful, light and airy as always. âNow, open my door like the brave hero youâre dressed as.âÂ
Jonathan opens your door with a bow, causing you to laugh. Youâre sitting in the backseat with Dustin, Will is in the passenger seat, and once youâve buckled up, Will spins around in his seat to talk to you as Jonathan starts the car.
âDo you think itâs lame that you and Jonathan trick-or-treat with us?
You blink. âWhat did I miss?â
âI think itâs kinda lame,â Dustin voices next to you, but he lets out a pained squeak after youâve elbowed his ribs.Â
Jonathan turns onto the main road and scoffs at the boys. âYou think weâre lame?â
âNo, butâŚâ Will sinks into his seat, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with the strap of his bag. Heâs nervous. âItâs not like Nancyâs coming to watch over Mike, you know?â
Jonathanâs silent, and you catch his eye in the rear view mirror. You know what heâs thinking: Will has been having even more problems in school, heâs sick of being babied, and yet here you guys are, babying him.Â
You sigh. âLook, Will. We like trick-or-treating with you guys, we donât go are your babysitters. We go because itâs fun and I get to enjoy free candy as a sixteen year old.âÂ
Will looks out the window and doesnât acknowledge what youâve said. You sigh again, knowing that nothing will appease him. Heâs only allowed you to see a small portion of how much heâs struggled this year, but you can see his foundations crumbling.Â
How is he expected to adapt if you and everyone around him refuse to let him do so?
You catch Jonathanâs eye again in the rear view mirror and he seems to be thinking the same thing.Â
Mike and Lucas run out the Wheelerâs house as soon as you guys park in the driveway. Dustin immediately bolts out the door to greet them, obviously uncomfortable with all the tension, leaving you and Jonathan with Will.
Jonathan looks at you one last time and you nod your head in encouragement. He has to do this, he has to let Will grow on his own.Â
âHey, listen.â Jonathan says, stopping Will from leaving. âIf I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?â
Willâs face lights up. âYeah! Yeah, totally.â
âAnd be back at Mikeâs by 9:00.â
â9:30?â
You reach over and pat Willâs back. âNow youâre pushinâ it, buddy.â
âWhat Y/N said. Be back by 9:00.â Jonathan instructs, but thereâs a fond smile on his face. âDeal?â
âDeal!â
The brothers shake on it and you watch them with a smile. Jonathan hands Will one of Bobâs cameras and makes a poor Dracula joke and you love these boys so much. You wave goodbye to Will as he quickly gets out of the car and runs over to his friends. Thereâs a new skip in his step, heâs happier than youâve seen him in a while.
âAlright,â you crawl over the passenger seat and plop yourself in rather ungracefully. âIâd say that went well.â
âWe made the right choice, right?â
âI hope so.â
Jonathan sighs and watches the kids, who have now started hitting each other with their candy bags. You flip down the windscreen and use the small mirror in it to apply your lipstick. When Jonathan sees what youâre doing, he does a double take.
âWait, are you putting on lipstick?â
âMhm,â you knit your brows together, focused. âWeâre going to a party.â
âWe are?â
âNancy begged me to come, and we just left the boys to go trick-or-treating on their own, so what else are we supposed to do tonight?â
âNancy begged you to comeââ
You finish your lipstick and flick Jonathanâs nose to shut him up. âStop asking so many questions and just start the car, doofus.â
âÂ
The Halloween party is in full swing by the time you and Jonathan arrive. Thereâs a bunch of drunk teens in an array of costumes, ranging from classic heroes to dumb movie references, and the music is so loud you could hear it while you were still five blocks away.Â
Jonathan parks the car and looks around wearily. âAre we really doing this?â
âUnfortunately I hate disappointing people, so yeah. We are.â
âOne day your people pleasing needs will get you in trouble.â
âI will stab you with your plastic sword.â
âSo sweet to me,â Jonathan quips, which you roll your eyes at.Â
As youâre walking to the front door, you hear a crowd chanting Billyâs name. You freeze, knowing it could only be that awful mullet guy from earlier, and quickly shove Jonathan inside the house.Â
âWhoâs Billy?â He asks, confused.
You shake your head. âDonât worry about it, letâs try to find Nancyââ
âNice costume.â A girl dressed in goth attire interrupts you, her eyes only on Jonathan.Â
Oh great. Another girl interested in Jonathan.Â
Jonathan looks between you and the girl. âHuh?âÂ
âNice costume. Going as a goth with a sword?â
âActually,â you step in front of Jonathan now, forcing the girl to acknowledge your presence. âWeâre matching. Heâs Westley, Iâm Princess Buttercup. Do you like it?â
The goth girl rolls her eyes. âYeah, totally.â She steps past you and faces Jonathan again. âIâm Samantha.â
Jonathan is again looking between you and the girl, this time with even more fear and confusion on his face, and you almost want to laugh at him in pity. Heâs never had a girl so blatantly hit on him, itâs almost hilarious if you ignore the fact that youâre in love with him.Â
You leave Jonathan to handle the situation himself, scanning the room for Nancy. When you finally spot her, your heart sinks. Sheâs dancing with Steve, who looks fucking criminally good in his costume. Youâre not sure who heâs dressed as, but he puts his Raybans in his mouth and smirks at Nancy and suddenly you understand why so many girls whisper in the halls about his lips.Â
Nancy looks even better, her white blouse accentuating her beauty even more. Sheâs dancing with her arms around Steve and now you suddenly really want a drink. Seems like theyâve made up, then.Â
Right as youâre about to pull Jonathan away from that Samantha girl and call it quits for the night, defeated and pride wounded, you see Steve and Nancy begin to argue over by the punchbowl.
Shit.Â
You head towards them, shoving past hoards of people who seem to refuse to move. Nancy sees you approaching and only seems to become more upset. Her movement is unsteady, her eyes droopy and glossed over, and even before you walk up to her you know sheâs heavily drunk. Sheâs in a tug of war with Steve and a cup. Itâs clear heâs trying to cut off her alcohol intake.
âHey, Nancy is everything okayââ Your words are cut off as punch splashes all over her white blouse.
Everyone around the couple gasps, and you wince at all the attention. Everyone stares between you, Steve, and Nancy. You quickly find some napkins and begin blotting at her blouse, trying to get as much of the punch out of it, but she drunkenly bats you away.Â
âDonât need help,â she slurs, but you shush her.Â
âI got it, why donât we go get some water?â
Steve steps in front of you now, aware of the fact that everyone is still staring, and says his first words to you in months. âSheâs my girlfriend, Iâll take care of her. Just⌠just go, Y/N.âÂ
He dismisses you with a wave and you feel hurt wash over you. He hadnât even spared you a single glance, he just treated you like some annoying fly in his way. You watch, defeated, as Steve guides Nancy to a room and youâre left alone at a party you hadnât even wanted to go to in the first place.Â
How fun.Â
You crumble up one of the napkins in your hand and will away your anger. You donât deserve to feel angry at Steveâs actions, youâre the one who was so dismissive of him in the first place. Heâs just following along, doing what youâve forced him to do.Â
As youâre lost in thought, Billy corners you in the kitchen.
âWe meet again, sweetheart.â His breath reeks of alcohol and you cringe, the smell burning your nose.Â
âDidnât I tell you to learn some goddamn personal space?âÂ
Billy laughs dryly, stepping forward every time you take a step back. Too late, you realize what heâs doing. Before you can stop it, he has your back pressed against a nearby wall. âNow whereâs the fun in that?â
You look around, but everyone who had been in the kitchen earlier seems to have left or are far too drunk to realize whatâs happening. Billy is peering over you and every part of you wants to run away, to cower. Youâve never been able to handle aggressive men well, no matter how much of a front you put on around Lonnie, you always trembled when he was near.Â
Billy is no different, and he sees your unease. âAw, is the princess nervous?â
âIâm surprised Max taught you what a princess looks like.â
At the mention of Maxâs name, Billyâs cocky grin slips. Confusion masks his face now, making him appear more human than obnoxiously handsome. âSo you know my little sister?â
You try to shove past him, but Billy plants his feet down and places both arms against the wall, trapping you. Heâs surrounded you, he wants a reaction out of you. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to steady your heartbeat and appear indifferent.Â
âI have my ways,â you shrug, but your heartbeat still pounds rapidly.Â
Billy raises an eyebrow. âPretty and intelligent. Why, look at you. Iâm impressed, and yet I still donât know your name.â
You try again to move, but Billy leans his head down and brings his lips to your ear to whisper, âIâll beg for it, if you want me to.â
âGet offââ Heâs too close. Heâs too fucking close and his lips against your ear makes you want to throw up, you donât like this and you feel so fucking pathetic being cornered by such an egotistical asshole.Â
âTell me your name, and Iâll go.â Thereâs a smile in Billyâs voice, you can hear it without even having to look, and it enrages you. You fucking hate men like him.Â
âJust get the fuck off of meââ Youâve closed your eyes now as you shove harshly against his chest.
Suddenly thereâs a thud, a loud âoomphâ, and a collective gasp from onlookers at the party. Your hands meet the air, thereâs now no one there to push against. Slowly, open your eyes. There, standing in front of you, is Steve holding a very angry Jonathan back while Billy is on the ground.
Jonathan yanks his arm free from Steve and stands over Billy, who is laying on the ground with yet another unnerving smile on his face. Your friend shakes his fist out, which you now see is red, Billyâs face showcases a matching mark. âShe told you to get off of her.âÂ
A silence falls over the crowd.
Billy slowly stands up, wipes himself off, and then takes a bow. âNot bad, loner boy.â
Jonathan tries to step closer to him, but Steve grabs his shirt and shakes his head. âHeâs not worth it, man.âÂ
âAnd what do you know about worth, Harrington?â Billy chuckles, now practically in Steveâs face. âWhereâs that little girlfriend of yours? You should go ask her what she thinks youâre worth.âÂ
Steveâs face hardens, but you can see dried tears in his eyes. Seeing him about to crumble, you step between the boys. âEnough.â
They look at you, but you ignore them and then wave to the crowd of people still watching. âShowâs over! Go back to drinking away your sorry fucking lives.â
Jonathan pulls you close to him. âBug, are you okay? Did he hurt you? We need to go home, Iâll bake you brownies and we can justââ
Jonathanâs concerned rambling is enough to make you smile, albeit faintly. âIâm fine, bee.â
Billy observes the interaction, he notices how Steveâs eyes flicker between your interlocked hands with Jonathan and the way your hair frames your pretty face. He sees it all, and he understands exactly whatâs happening here.Â
âOh, Harrington.â Billy canât wait to see what happens next. âYouâre fucked.â
Steve watches as Billy leaves, confused by his words but too tired to think much of them. Heâs had the worst fucking night of his life. His girlfriend just told him she doesnât love him, then he came outside to see Billy pressing himself against you like some fucking creep. He hadnât even gotten to help you, Jonathan had beaten him to it. All Steve could do was hold the guy back afterwards.Â
Now Jonathan is holding your hands and whispering comforting words to you and youâre dressed in Steveâs favorite color, your lips an even prettier red, youâre wearing a goddamn tiara on your head like the princess you truly are, and Steveâs had just about enough of tonight.Â
âIâm glad youâre okay, Y/N.â Steve tells you tiredly. He then turns to Jonathan. âUh, Nance and I sorta⌠Can you just, give her a ride home? She doesnâtâŚâ
Steveâs words catch in his throat and you grab his hand before you can stop yourself. âHeâll take her, wonât you, Jonathan?â
Jonathan stumbles over his words. âSure, uh. Yeah, I can do that⌠What about you, though?â
You think about your conversation with Nancy earlier, how she seemed so upset with Steve, and how not even ten minutes ago theyâd been fighting over by the punchbowl. Thereâs a hurt between them, one you think may be too big to patch up with just one conversation, but Jonathan doesnât know all of this.Â
âIâll drive Steve home.â
Both boys stare at you like youâre insane, and honestly? You canât blame them.Â
You havenât spoken to Steve in months, and Jonathan knows this better than anyone.Â
âY/N,â Steve lowers his voice. âI havenât had anything to drink, thereâs no needââ
âToo bad. Iâm taking you home. Jonathan, go find Nancy and make sure she gets back okay.â
Jonathan and Steve try to argue, but you yank Steveâs hand and make him come with you. Itâs long past time the two of you had a talk, anyways.
âÂ
When you exit the house, the weight of everything thatâs just happened catches up to you. Your skin still feels raw, Billyâs presence lingering on you. Steveâs hand is warm in yours, but he isnât holding on the way you secretly hoped he would. Jonathanâs confused and concerned eyes remain in the back of your mind, the image of him standing alone in the party makes you feel guilty.Â
But you have to do this. Youâre tired of being a coward.
Steve is silent as he guides you to his car. Heâs parked pretty far, which you hadnât been expecting. âWhat, do you not get a special parking spot as King Steve?â
He ignores your attempt at a joke and instead drops your hand.Â
Okay. You deserved that.Â
When you get to his car, Steve throws you the keys and silently gets into the passenger seat. You inhale, willing this to end well, and get in the driverâs seat. You start the car and the engine warms your fingertips.Â
You start to drive.Â
Steve is looking out the window, and youâve never seen him appear so small. Heâs closed into himself, his shoulders are hunched and his carefree smile from earlier is gone.Â
âNot to make this awkward, but I kinda donât know where you live.â You break the silence.
âMake a left up here.â
âDo you want to talk about what happened tonightââ
âWhy do you only ever care about me when Iâm some kicked fucking puppy?â
Steveâs words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. âYou know thatâs not true,â
âItâs not?â He scoffs at you. âThen explain what happened this summer.â
âIâŚâ You canât.Â
Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. âYeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.â
You take a shaky breath. You knew this would be hard, but it still hurts more than you thought it wouldâve. While you canât tell Steve everything, you can offer him a half truth. Itâs all you can afford, and it isnât nearly half of what he deserves, but itâs all you can do. âI got scared.â
Your confession causes Steve to turn to you. âScared?â
âYeah, scared.â
âGee, Y/N. That really explains a ton.â
Youâre losing him again, so you offer him more. âIâm sorry, Steve. I really am. Itâs just⌠I got scared, Iâve never been good at letting people in. I know it doesnât excuse my actions, and you didnât deserve any of it, but you just⌠You scared me.â
Steve is silent again, only mumbling a quiet, âTurn right after this light.â
âLook,â you push down your fear, you need him to hear you. âYou came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me. There you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. You asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and I just⌠I couldnât do it.â
You look over at Steve and soften your voice, putting every ounce of your guilt and sincerity into your words. âI missed you.â
âMissed?â Thereâs something in Steveâs voice that you canât quite decipher, itâs almost too delicate to examine.Â
âMiss. I miss you,â you correct, and it takes everything within you not to confess more. To tell him you miss how his eyes turn a warm toffee in the late afternoon light, that you miss his obsession with his momâs banana bread and that you have a recipe at home that you never got to make for him. You almost tell him that even though you pulled yourself away, you canât seem to separate him from you. Heâs everywhere.Â
But what you canât tell Steve, what would break you if he ever found out, is that youâve come to love how heâs everywhere.
Steve is silent, and you swallow down your tears. It wasnât enough, but at least you tried.Â
As you turn into his driveway, Steve finally speaks. âAll my life, all Iâve ever wanted was for people to like me.â
âSteveâŚâ
âAnd every time I think someone finally likes me, Iâm wrong. They leave me. I mean, you left me without a fucking word, Nancy lied about loving me, and my bullshit friends at school have replaced me with Billy.âÂ
Nancy lied about loving him?
Steve looks down at his hands, his eyelashes are wet with fresh tears. âI donât know what I keep doing wrong.âÂ
You throw yourself across the carâs console and wrap yourself around the boy. âYouâve done nothing wrong.â
Steve places one arm around you, then slowly he places his other, and for the first time in months youâre finally back in his arms. Heâs surrounded in you again, and he never, ever wants to let you go.Â
âYou wonât leave me again?â
Steve asks this so softly, as if too scared to bring the words into the light and risk them scaring you away. You tighten your arms around him and bury your nose into his neck, his cologne making your brain dizzy. âNever.Â
And itâs enough for now.Â
The pieces settle between you and Steve. Something clicks into place and you know that he feels it, too. He tightens his own arms around you, draws small circles against your back, and you stay like that for what feels like hours.Â
Eventually the two of you break apart and head into his house. He offers you something warm to drink, but you decline. Itâs late, you should be heading home soon. You ask Steve where his phone is and then call Jonathan, telling him to come get you from Steveâs.
Jonathan doesnât ask any questions, his own voice sounding off on the phone. You know that tomorrow youâll have to explain to him what happened with Steve, and heâll have to explain whatâs happened with Nancy. But tonight, you both settle on ignoring the topic for now.Â
Steve waits with you downstairs for Jonathan.Â
âIf weâre going to be friends again, then I demand my nickname.âÂ
You look up at the boy and laugh. âWhat if I told you I still havenât figured it out yet?â
âCan you at least give me a hint?â Steve bats his eyelashes at you and you shove him away with another laugh.
âHm,â you think for a moment, reveling in the simplicity between you two again. âItâs lovely. Thatâs all I can say.â
Steve makes a face. âLovely? Thatâs all I get?â
âMhm.â You poke his face. âFor now, please just trust that Iâll stay.â
Steve looks away for a moment, and you admire his lovely side profile, before he finally seems to settle on his thoughts. âFine, but I expect some type of baked good every day from here on out.â
âDeal.â You raise your pinky and offer it to Steve, who smiles and shakes his head, but wraps his own pinky around yours.
Steveâs eyes are still red, from exhaustion and heartbreak, and yours are probably no better. You know thereâs so much the two of you have to face tomorrow morning, to talk about and deal with. Nancy, Jonathan, Billy. But for now, Steveâs pinky is around yours and you couldnât ask for a better end to your night.Â
Itâs a start.
Itâs all you couldâve asked for.Â
Jonathan arrives later and waits in the car, seeming to sense that you want some privacy as you say goodbye to Steve.Â
âThatâs my ride.â You nudge him. âOh, donât think I forgot about the Nancy thing. Weâll talk about that tomorrow.â
âWhatââ
âWeâre friends again and I nag all my friends about their emotions. You were spared last year, but this year? Buckle up, buddy.â
Steve lets out a tired laugh. âDo I have to sign another contract?â
âNah, you just have to trust me.â
âI do.â He says, no ounce of hesitation.Â
You squeeze his hand. âThen thatâs all I need. Goodnight, Steve. Get some rest.â
Steve nods and watches as you walk towards Jonathanâs car. He stays outside for a while, long after the car has faded in the distance. The cold air makes him shiver, but after everything thatâs happened tonight, he welcomes it. His mind is spinning, heâs not sure if he feels more heartbreak or relief, but he decides he doesnât care.Â
For now, heâs content.Â
Now that he has you in his life again, no matter what happens between him and Nancy, he knows heâll get through it with you holding his hand.Â
âÂ
The drive home is quiet. Both you and Jonathan seem to be lost in your own thoughts. When you get to your house, you simply tell your friend, âTomorrow. Weâll talk about it all tomorrow,â
Jonathan nods, his eyes as tired as yours. âTomorrow.â
You walk inside your house and notice all the lights off. Youâre home later than you originally planned, your mom must be asleep already. You kick off your shoes and sigh tiredly. Tonight has exhausted you.Â
However, you feel bad about skipping out on the boys, so you walk towards Dustinâs room and quietly knock on the door to apologize. After a few knocks, Dustin cracks his door open. âYes?â
âHey, just wanted to ask how tonightâŚâ You notice Dustinâs stance, how he seems to almost be trying to block your view of something. âIs everything alright?â
Your brother quickly repositions himself. âFine! Nothinâ to see here!â
Heâs definitely acting suspicious.Â
âOpen the door, show me whatâs inside.â
You go to shove your way in, but Dustin scrambles and ends up shouting, âWill had another episode tonight!
âWhat?â You freeze.Â
Dustin lets out a breath of relief. He knew using Willâs episode would be a good distraction from what he has in his room. âWill, he had another episode. Heâs fine, though⌠Just thought you should know.â
âAre you okay? Do you want to talk about it?â
âActually,â Dustin lets out a yawn. âIâm kinda tired. Ya know, trick-or-treating is hard work. Can we just call it a night and talk about it tomorrow?â
âI mean, I guess?â Your list of things you need to talk about tomorrow keeps growing.Â
âSweet! Goodnight, Y/N!â And with that, Dustin slams his door in your face. He presses his back pressed against his door as he steadies his heartbeat. That was close, too close. After a couple seconds, he walks over to his turtleâs tank and greets Dart again. âSorry buddy, had to get Y/N away. Sheâd freak if she found out about you.â
Dart lets out a small screech in response.Â
âWonder how long I can keep this from her.â
Meanwhile, you stand in the hall for a moment, completely bewildered as to whatâs just happened. It feels like you missed a few important details. Thereâs something happening, but you have no idea what.
You go to your room and make a plan. Tomorrow, youâll order a code blue with Dustin and demand information. For now, all you can do is get ready for bed and hope that whatever heâs hiding, it isnât as monumental as El had been.Â
Tonight, you go to bed thinking of Nancy and Steve, worried about them both.
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hi! Uh I saw your requests are open, could I request something for Solo Leveling?
Jinwoo Ă gn! timid childhood friend, who's a healer. Like they always heal him after a raid and will scold him when he's being stupid and neglecting himself, even though they also neglect themselves secretly (think soft and sweet yet actually depressed as hell)
Then as Jinwoo gets stronger, reader begins to let themselves slowly drift away from Jinwoo since "he's better off without them (aka reader)". When Jinwoo finally finds them again, he realizes how truely delicate reader is, how soft and cozy and cute they are. EVEN WORSE if he finds out readers mental health was just as bad as his when he was E-Rank, even in a worst state from past experiences. (Think constantly buzzing like a bee and 4 seconds from a breakdown)
(Reader is essencially "soft,sleepy and delicate, despite witnessing and enduring horrors beyond anyone's comprehension.)
(Bonus if it makes Jinwoo go MUST PROTECT AT ALL COSTS)
((I hope this is okay. Thank you if you decide to do the request. If not, it's okay,,))
`` You shouldn't just heal others. Take care of yourself, too. ``
[ ⥠Jinwoo x gn!timid!healer!reader ]
[ ⥠You've known Jinwoo ever since you were both small children. You promised that no matter what, you'd always protect each other. But after an incident at one of the dungeons he was sent to, you think it's best if you don't stand in his way. ]
[ Requested by : @shiromay <3 ]
[ Notes : I know it's a crime but I haven't read the Solo Leveling novel yet ;-; I'm planning to real soon!! But if I get anything wrong uhh sorry :( ]
[ TRIGGER WARNING : multiple mentions of self-harm ]
"Catch it, Jinwoo!"
Your small voice called out to the boy as you threw a ball at him. It was always your favourite game to play with him, even if he wasn't great at it.
..As if to prove that point, the ball hit him right in the head and he stumbled to the ground easily.
You hurried over with a worried expression. You could see a few tears in his eyes, then you noticed the bleeding cuts on his knee.
"I.. I'm sorry, I didn't.. mean to.." you mumbled an apology, and to your surprise, he responded with a giggle.
"It's okay. I should have caught it."
He tried to get up, but you stopped him before he could. As he looked at you trough a confused expression, you pulled out a few bandaids from your pockets.
Soon, his knees were covered with pretty pink bandaids which definitely didn't suit him, but you both seemed to think it was amazing.
"Thanks, [Y/N], you're amazing," he complimented, which earned an awkward smile from you.
"When we grow up, I'll protect you from all the monsters," he went on, his eyes shining with wonder. "I'll be the strongest person you've ever seen!"
You giggled and nodded eagerly. "I'll protect you, too! I'll put bandaids on all your wounds and always make sure you're alright!"
You looked each other in the eyes, then said at once,
"I promise!"
You tapped your foot impatiently against the ground as you waited for Jinwoo and his party to finish their raid. You were gonna pick him up - despite him insisting you didn't need to - and, of course, heal him. It would be a miracle if you didn't need to.
With every passing moment, your anxiety became worse. What if Jinwoo didn't come back? What if he died during the raid? What if you could never see him again?
Finally, after what felt like hours, the party appeared with big smiles on every member's face. You scanned the crowd and a relieved sigh escaped your lips when you saw Jinwoo behind them.
Then you sighed again at how battered up he looked. Multiple scratches on his face, bleeding wounds on his leg, one of his arms, a few big bruises and a claw mark on his chest, where his shirt had been torn. Did they not have a proper healer?
"Jinwoo!" You called out. The man noticed you immediately and ran toward you with a smile.
"Hi, [Y/N]," He greeted you in an innocent tone, as if unaware of the frown deepening on your face with every second you spent staring at his wounds.
You shook your head and signaled for him to sit down so you could examine him more. After you finished with that, you hovered your hands over his wounds and used your healing.
"You should be more careful.." you mumbled softly. "This isn't good for you."
"I know, I'm sorry," Jinwoo said while scratching the back of his head. You simply sighed and continued to do your work until you were done, and he was fully healed.
The man stood up with a smile and gave you an appreciative nod. "Thank you, [Y/N]," he said. "You're amazing."
Your expression softened at his compliment. You looked down at the ground and muttered out a 'no problem'.
"I'll take you home.." you said, turning and beginning to walk away. Jinwoo soon followed you too.
Since Jinwoo was released from the hospital, you'd been seeing him a lot less. You visited him fairly frequently while he was recovering, but during those visits you noticed how much he'd changed. You could tell he was becoming stronger, and so, you decided it would be best if you didn't stand in the way of his plans.
You only went to raids which you knew he wouldn't be apart of. You rarely responded to his text messages or calls. But with this, your mental health had started worsening too.
It was a challenge to wake up and get out of bed every day. In all the raids you went to, you did your best to heal everyone, but you could care less about your own health. Who would care if I died, anyway?
You started wearing hoodies and more covering clothing to hide the self-inflicted wounds on you. You could have healed them, but you didn't think you were deserving of it.
The hunters who knew you most noticed this too.
"You okay, [Y/N]? You're usually not this gloomy."
But others just shook it off, since you were always the quiet type.
Today's raid, however, came with an unexpected surprise.
"Jinwoo?" Your eyes widened upon seeing the man in front of you. Not only for how much he'd changed, but just his mere presence.
He nodded, a small smile on his face. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a while. How have you been?"
You looked down at the ground, wondering what to say. You quickly decided to just.. lie.
"Fine," you muttered. "But really, what are you doing in a raid for an E-rank dungeon? I thought you moved on to better ones.."
He shrugged. "Just felt like it," he responded, but you could tell he wasn't telling the full truth. Nevertheless, you didn't want to question him about it.
"We're going in, come on, you two!"
The raid proved to be very successful. You could now see with your own eyes how much Jinwoo had improved, and you were amazed. He was so much stronger, and, most importantly, you didn't even need to heal him at all.
"That was nice," he said after you'd come out. "I missed doing raids with you."
You forced a smile on your face and nodded. "Y-Yeah.. it was nice to see you again."
Silence lingered between the two of you for a bit, before Jinwoo decided to break it.
"I'll walk you home," he told you. Despite it sounding like an offer, it was more of a statement. After a few moments of thinking, you reluctantly agreed.
The whole walk was pretty calm. You caught up with each other trough some small talk, but most of the time was spent in silence, the two of you observing the city.
Thankfully, it didn't take long to arrive at your house.
"Thanks for coming with me, Jinwoo," you thanked him with a soft smile. "I'll be out of your way now. See you-"
"Wait."
Before you could turn and get inside, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. His grip wasn't hard, but it was still painful to the fresh cuts on them.
Jinwoo could tell something was off when you hissed in pain at his touch.
"Are you alright, [Y/N]?" He asked, his voice softer than usual. "You've been acting weird this whole time. Is there something wrong?"
You looked down at the ground, desperately trying to come up with excuses. You felt him putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you froze up.
"You're not okay," he pointed out. "Please, you don't have to talk about it, but just tell me.. did you do that to yourself?"
He nodded at your wrists, which left you wondering how he knew. Maybe you weren't that good at hiding it, after all.
Too shaken to say anything, you just gave him a weak nod. You could see a frown form on his face.
"This isn't right. You shouldn't do this to yourself." He sighed. "You shouldn't just heal others. Take care of yourself, too. Please."
Tears formed in your eyes upon hearing his words. "I..." you tried to form a sentence through the choked sobs. "I'll try.. it's just so... hard..."
"I know," he said, pulling you in for a hug. "But I'll be there with you. Like we promised each other.."
A/N : oh my GOD did this turn out longer than I expected. Sorry lol I don't usually write so much but I wanted to do as much as I could! This is my first request, so yippee! And I have 2 more in my inbox left, so I appreciate yall sharing your wonderful ideas with me to satiate my hunger for inspiration :3
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What is Normal for the Spider is Chaos to the Fly
Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader
Word count: 8.7 k
Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, No specific physical description of the reader, CW violence and gore, CW blood, TW death, CW guns, CW food mention.
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Eyes closed, you breathe in the fresh spring breeze, the first of many this season. Pollen makes your nose itch, bees buzz around the field of flowers, yellow dots kissing the soft petals. A babbling brook sits near you, perfect spherical rocks worn down by the waters makes you want to skip them across the transparent clean water where fish lie and swim right under the currents.
The bright sun above shines down on you, its light fighting through your eyelids and through the canopy of the oak tree. Its strong trunk provides the perfect back rest, the wood is stable and protective of your relaxed form. Like the softest carpet, the green grass below is splayed under you. Blades of grass and wildflowers swaying amidst the wind just like how your lashes flutter with every soft blow of the cool air.
âWhy'd you stop?â Hobie asks from below. You crack open your eyes to see his lopsided smile, jade eyes crinkling in the corners. His head is resting on your lap, fingers absentmindedly playing a tune on the beaten up guitar on his chest. There's flowers in his hair, courtesy of you. âCâmon, lovie, I was just starting to fall asleep.â
You chuckle, and he smiles wider. The sun bathes you in its glow, a halo of light around your head, a heavenly sight for a mere mortal. âYou're spoiled you know.â You realize your fingers are in his hair, soft fingertips paused on his skin. Your vision goes blurry, with a blink, everything shifts back. âSo spoiled.â
âSays the one who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.â He says it with no ounce of malice.
âHow'd you know about spoony?â You joke, he laughs, a sound better than anything you've ever heard of. âHow was work?â
âLonesome, you didn't come by.â You tilt your head, lips pursing into a soft smile. âDo I still smell like gunpowder to you?â
âNo, you smell like flowers.â
âIs it too late to say that I'm allergic to âem?â
You giggle, âNo you're not. You haven't even sneezed.â Grabbing a daisy from his hair to wiggle it under his nose, his face scrunches up comedically, and then he fakes a sneeze. The loudness of it startles the birds nesting by the branches, wings fluttering rapidly further away.
âGood job, you scared the birds.â You look down at him, hand inching closer to the daisy ring you've made a while ago.
âWhat? I can't sneeze?â His eyes are glued to you, the sun paints a pretty picture of his viridescent eyes shining in the light.
With a deep inhale, you take his hand away from the guitar, slipping the flower ring you've been itching to place on his finger. Hobie seems to freeze up either in your touch or the sight of the makeshift ring. You show him your hand, an identical white flower whose stems are wrapped gingerly around your middle finger.
âTa dah.â You say shyly. The tightness around your chest clenches at his silence. âI'll take it off, I'm sorry. I thoughtââ
Hobie quickly reaches up to shield the ring away from you, âNo, don'tâitâs brilliant. Thank you.â You beam at him as he intertwines his fingers around your own, the rings in full display. âSuits me, I think. But it looks better on you.â You inhale, the comfortable warmth is replaced by icy air. Everything shifts.
The breeze is colder now, the grass is frozen under your feet, frost clinging to each blade. The canopy is no more, only dark angled branches with tiny leaves hang off the precious oak tree. A puff of smoke billows out of your dry lips, Hobie hugs you closer, hand rubbing up and down your arm, body heat shielding you from frost bite.
âCold?â
âYes, very.â You shiver, and he holds you closer. âThis sunset better be worth it, Hobie, I had to put down a really good botanical book for this.â You say, cheek pressed atop his chest, breath warming his neck. You'd choose him over any book.
âFirst sunset of the season, love. It's worth it, I promise.â Without a second thought, he takes his coat off to place it over your shivering shoulders. You huddle closer, wrapping yourself around him. Sharing your warmth.
Blue slowly ebbs away as he pulls you closer. The clouds part ways for red and orange, pink splashes across the sky, a watercolour painting that leaves you gasping for air. Or was it his lips upon yours for the first time that has you heaving for air?
Hobie kisses you with the gentleness only a lover could provide, yet with the tentativeness of someone who isn't sure you'd kiss back. The pads of his fingers brush along your jaw, ghosting over your flustered flesh. With a sigh and a pull on his jacket collar, you kiss back. Lips pecking the corner of his own, clouds of smoke mixing in, hands warm on your searing cheeksâ he slowly leads you towards the same oak tree. Your back hits the wood with an almost silent thump, his hand protecting the back of your head. Eyes closed, you memorize his lips by kiss alone. Your hands knead at his nape, he shivers not from the cold.
âI'm in love with you.â He says it confidently, like he's been saying it to himself for years. He feels like he has.
âI've been waiting to hear you say that.â Your eyes meet his own in a dance. Eyes flicking down to his lips, jade eyes looking between your blown out eyes and your quivering lips. âI've been in love with you. For a really long time.â You feel his lips open, mouthing the three words back against your own. It's barely above a whisper but you know that he'll scream it if you asked.
A flash of his warm hands around your own, a glimpse of a knife carving yours and his initials on the wood that you both call home. A muffled promise lingers in your ears, soft, just like his lips on yours.
You open your eyes and you see him above you. Hobie pinches your nose with a laugh, calloused fingertips squeezing lovingly at you, emerald eyes swimming with affection. The warm air passes by, humidity stuck in your nose. The sweat of your brow is quickly wiped away by him.
âStop sayin' that, yeah?â You don't remember what you said. âYou're bloody gorgeous, she doesn't know real beauty even if it hits her powdered arse.â
âHobie!â You laugh, hands planted on his hips, the fabric of his shirt is hitched up for easy access. âShe's still my aunt, and my legal guardian.â
âUnfortunately.â
Your smile agrees with him, but if you say it out loud you're afraid that the ground will swallow you alive and Hobie will be ripped away from you.
âIt's a nice day today, you planninâ on gropinâ me the whole afternoon?â
âYep!â You look down at where his hands are placed, palms cupping you right above your ribs. âYou planning on doing the same to me?â
âSay otherwise and I'll take my hands away from youââ
âNo!â You say quickly before he could finish.
Hobie guffaws loudly, face leaning closer to yours. You close your eyes, expecting the expected. Instead, his head falls on the crook of your neck, blowing warm air into your skin.
Your laughs echoes around the clearing, fading into the sound of leaves crunching under your footsteps.
Orange leaves fall down on you like rain, a puff of breeze settles in your muscles, rattling your bones. Despite the cold, you inch your way closer to him, his smile beckons you over, grassy spring coloured eyes lighting up at the mere sight of you. His back resting on the strong oak tree that carries both your names.
âYou know, we could always meet up at your place now that you're the up and coming associate.â You hold your hand out towards him, his fingers slide on your palm so naturally that you think you're made for eachother. âWe can stop sneaking around now thanks to you.â
Hobie feels like he can finally breathe once he has his hands on you. He twists your wrist gently, leaning down, he presses a quick kiss on your pulse, eyes meeting your own. Years of being together, and he still makes your heart race.
Warm lips on your skin, he pecks it again for good measure before leaning away and pulling you closer. His hands are around your hip, while you wrap yours over his shoulders. âWe could. But even after all my hard work, your aunt still doesn'tâwon't approve of us together. I'm me and you're you, love. What would they say when they see their heiress skulkinâ around the harbour, hm?â
âThey won't say anything because I'm good at skulking around.â
âOr they'd say you're hurtin' your prospects of a good husband.â
âFuck them! You and my garden are all I need.â
He calls your name solemnly, âwe have to face the fact thatââ
âWhat? That I'll be stuck in a loveless marriage in the near future?â You shake your head. âI refuse.â A humourless laugh breaks through.
âGood thing you said that or this will be awkward.â Hobie takes out a pair of gold rings from his pocket, it shimmers in the sunset, cold metal upon his warm trembling hands. âIt took me a hundred days to save up for them, they're scraps from the factory. All melted together to make a pair.â
âYâyou're stealing from us now?â You could barely finish your joking sentence with the sob fighting to escape your throat.
Hobie laughs, a breathy one that has you mentally making up another joke just to hear it again. âBeen at it since they hired me.â He hands you one, not sliding it down your finger, no, he places it right in the middle of your palm. âRemember those daisy rings you made years ago?â You nod, eyes brimming with tears. âI've made âem real this time. But the next one would be pure gold, none of the mixed ones I've melted with it.â He bounces on the balls of his feet as you glance at the gold ring that is a hodgepodge of different shades of yellow gold. Some seem to be darker, some lighter. âYou deserve real ones.â
âYou could make me a ring out of grass and wood, and I'll still wear it everyday.â Taking the ring, you slide it into your middle finger, a promise, he says in your ears, a promise, you repeat against his lips as you slip his own ring around his finger. A promise you both carved out into the tree and into your hearts, a promise that you'd carve out into your skin if you could.
The smell of burning wood wakes you up with a start, You've woken up with tears trapped in your eyelashes.
Your eyes open to a boiling pot of brown liquid. It's familiar, awfully so that you've hated it, it reminds you of someone you'd rather not remember. Looking up at the sky that is darkened to a pale blue, turning the orange and green plains into its royal colourâ The roaring open fire is the only bright thing in sight, a yellow glow amidst all the bitter blue.
The amber flames screams among the dead silence and the vast emptiness, âSomeoneâs here! Someoneâs alive over here!â yet, you don't feel like you are.
You cough from the cold, throat itching from dryness. Lifting your hands up to tug the blanket further up, you now notice the deep crescent moons left on your palms. Some even bled through the night, dried blood decorating the lines on your palms and under your fingernails.
âYou're awake. Good.â Hobie's voice hits you like a carriage, sleep ridden mind still hazy. For a second you thought that you're still dreaming of him. But his solid form and smoke from his cigarette resting on a stone says he's real. Your mind can't dream of something so tethered to reality like this. âYou want some?â He rattles the now empty tin cup, brown liquid dripping from the rim to the ground below.
âYou're offering me a cup?â
He furrows his pierced brows. ââcourse, there's plenty.â
âNo, thank you. Do you have something to eat instead? Or water?â Sitting up, you wipe the sleep off your eyes. Your joints hurt, stomach gurgling, and ankle aching. You hate it here, he's the only one that's making everything bearable even though he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than be with you. It still hurts, thinking that he does.
âYeah.â Standing up with a groan, it seems like sleep didn't agree with him either. There's bags under his eyes, worsened by the shadow from the brim of his hat. Taking something from his pack on Buckeye, who still slumbers quietly, he holds out a canteen and a piece of dried meat wrapped in cloth. ââere.â The familiar scar on the back of your hand has him reeling away. He remembers the day you got it, he remembers how his hand trembled as he stitches your hand back together.
âThank you.â You say, stiffly smiling. He nods, returning back to his seat.
Breakfast went over fast, with dawn turning into morning, and the crisp air warming down, you take the blanket off your shoulders. Bucky trotts on the road, coyotes chirp on your left and a tumbleweed passes by on your right. It feels like you and Hobie are the only people on the road, or even in the whole world.
You clear your throat, attempting to break the quiet after riding for hours in absolute silence. âSoâŚare you an outlaw? A mercenary for hire, or even a trapper?â
ââm one of those things, yes.â
âSo mysterious. You know you're still an open book to me.â Looking over your shoulder, he grabs your chin to make you look away and to keep your eyes on the dirt road. To which you laugh at. âYep, still an open book.â It's true that you still know him for the man that he was, but there's missing pieces of him in your mind. You intend to dive to find the pieces so you could piece together who he is today. Before you go home, before you part forever again.
âHow would you know?â Hobie tamps down a smile even though you won't be able to see it. âMaybe I've changed in those five years.â
âOh you have.â You'd know. âBut I can still see through you. I know you, Hobart Brown. Or did you also change your name too?â
âIt's Larry now.â
âYou serious?â Looking behind, you see him sporting a smirk. A smile spreads across your lips at his playfulness, a semblance of the Hobie you once knew.
âFor example?â He asks, something he might regret. âWhat do you see through me?â
âWell, you put this big bad façade up because it's what everyone expects you to be. But in truth, it's so you could survive here. I bet it's working well since you're still here breathing.â
âI don't care what anybody thinks, Y/N.â
âI know that too. But you still do it because you don't want them talking to you, coming close to you. I remember how hard it was to even get you to speak to me.â
âI was a kid, we were children, and I was new in town.â
âI got you to talk though. Still proud of myself that I got to see the real you.â You puff out your chest. âThis place is just like our old town, you know. Harsher, yes, but this time you don't bother to try, not like last time.â Your voice lowers into a murmur. He knows why he doesn't bother, because there's no one out here that could get him out of his walled up shell just like you did. There's no one like you. âI still know you, after all these years. Even if you think I don't, or at least the version of you that you left me with.â The sky gets darker, grey clouds floating next to white fluffy ones, and you still remember how he held you the first time you shared a bed. âYou've changed and I confess that I barely know this side of you. I don't know what happened to you in those five years but could you let me try to get to know you again? Just like last time?â
The clouds above darken his green eyes, something passes by them, something that has his hands gripping tighter around the reins.
âIt's goinâ to rain.â Is all he could say. âWe should hurry and find shelter, there's a shortcut I know.â
You inhale the sharp familiar smell of petrichor, letting it settle in your lungs, letting it drown you, letting it seep through your skin so you can focus on it rather than the flatness of his voice that lacks what you're used to.
âSure,â you swallow thickly, nails digging into your hemp bindings instead of your flesh.
Hobie clicks his tongue thrice, a sharp almost whistle, and out runs Bucky faster on the sandy lonesome road. Hooves thudding like the rumble of the heavens above, a lightning storm races behind you, sparks of light flashing and clashing on the mountainous rocks of the west.
âHold on,â Hobie whispers close to the shell of your ear, goosebumps spreading through you like poison ivy on skin. He leans forward, leather clad body shielding you from the harsh howling winds that approaches quickly. âThis storm's comin' in fast.â
Wind whips your cheeks, cool air making you narrow your eyes into slits to protect it from the dusty debris. A silhouette of a person appears at the end of the road, you feel Hobie stiffen up from the suspicious man. Arms cage you in, the mysterious man's shadow gets closer and closer as Bucky whines and halts to a stop. Hobie hides your hands with his own, a small act that brings your mind a minute of peace.
âState your business.â Hobie says in a practiced tone, commanding like the one he used with the man who snatched you.
The old man walks with a twisted cane, a makeshift one made from an old branch. His eyes are dull and almost silver, blue rings around his irises, eyebrows thick and white, beard bushy and hair almost gone. Right behind him lies a dip in the road, a chasm from where you sat, a deep gorge from what you surmise. Right next to the road sits a dingy solemn cabin, roof looking like it's about to collapse under its own weight, hinges creaking, window shutters opening and closing harshly from the wind. A border collie barks at you, mismatched eyes unwavering, warning you of something to come.
âJust âere to warn you, son.â The old stranger trembles, either from the cold or from his bad leg. âAnyone who come âver down that road doesn't come out unscathed.â He wipes his face with the sleeve of his yellowed shirt. âJust tryin' be a good samaritan.â
âYeah? Penance for the war then?â You give Hobie a look. He glances over to you in return.
âI was on yer side, son. I won't be out âere warninâ you and the missus if I wasn't now eh?â
âThank you for the warning.â You pipe up, the brief silence has made the whole situation more awkward. âWe'll try another route thenââ
âNo,â Hobie stands his ground, âjust like she said, thank you for the warninâ but that's the closest route to Strawberry.â
The man takes his hat off even with the intense shaking of his hand. He then places it on his chest like he's already mourning you. âSafe travels. Don't say I didn't warn ya.â With a whistle, the dog runs over to him before helping him walk home.
âWait!â The man stops in his tracks, even the dog turns around to face you. âA storm's coming, you'll be cold. Here.â Sliding your hands away from Hobie's, you take the blanket from your lap.
âMy eyes are bad but do I see you givin' me your coat?â He smiles toothily.
âY/Nââ Hobie warns.
âYes, but it's a blanket, not a coat.â The man chuckles deeply, cheeks red and warm.
He whistles again, and the dog walks over to you. âGive it âere to ol' Nellie.â The dog wags her tail, tongue lolling.
âHi, Nellie,â you giggle as you lean down to place the fabric in her mouth. âTake good care of it. Good girl.â Hobie's hand is holding your waist, single handedly preventing you from falling over.
He remembers your kindness, how you don't falter when you see someone you can help. You're unequivocally kindhearted, a stark contrast to himself, and what he has become in those five years he wasn't by your side. He remembers how much he loved and longed for you. He needs to know who sent the letter on his behalf, but it can wait, maybe he'll thank them when he does find them.
You don't notice him look at you with the same expression he had years ago.
With a happy wag of her tail, Nellie skips over to her owner, handing him your blanket. âThank you, miss, you've got a kind soul.â There's warmth in your chest, nodding towards the man. âYou take care now. And you.â He looks over your companion. âBetter watch her back and protect her kind soul eh?â
âGet inside, don't want you gettin' my blanket drenched.â
A laugh billows out as he waves you away. Entering his humble abode with a loud bang of his door.
âI think we should listen to him.â You say above the winds.
âWe'll be fine,â Hobie's voice is softer. âI've been âere before. Just listen to me, yeah?â He kicks gently, and Bucky takes his cue to run in the same direction again.
âIf I listened to you back there then the poor man would've shivered from the cold.â
âAnd now you'll be the one shivering from the cold.â
âHe needed it more than I did.â You almost scoff as you hold on tighter around the horn of the saddle while Bucky trudges downward on the slope and into the gorge.
âDon't expect me to get you a new one.â
Now you scoff. âThen don't.â Yet, your chest clenches from his words.
Buckeye finally slows down halfway through the gorge. Hobie inhales deeply, jade eyes flicking above the rocks. The walls seem to close in on you, fifty foot tall walls of ancient stone looming over you. A stream runs along the path, murky brown water splashing with every movement.
âWhy'd you slow downâ?â Your eyes widen at the moving figures above. âThere's people up there.â You whisper as you watch them observe you. The bows on their back gather your attention, eyes piercing through you than the sharpest of arrows. Hobie suddenly grabs your chin, still gentle but with a sense of urgency this time. He turns your head towards the road, rough leather sliding from your chin to your hands.
âKeep your eyes on the road. And keep your mouth shut.â
âWill they let us pass?â
âYes.â He says immediately.
âDo you know them?â
âYes, now keep quiet.â Tipping the brim of hat in respect, you do as you're told. âOr they'll be the one askin' me questions. And we don't have time for friendly banter.â
When he says those words, you hear a whisper of his name from above, then a bout of laughter echoing downwards. Subtly looking over your shoulder, you see him crack a small smile.
You turn back towards the road, a soft morose smile on your lips from how much you've missed from his life. You want to know what happened to him in those five years, to be told stories of his adventures under the campfire. To be part of those stories once more, not whatever you're in with him. An afterthought, a burden.
You're starting to feel all the love he once gave you was just from your mind. Made up by you, dreamt and imagined.
â
The cave you've found shelter in is perfect. It's big enough to house you and Hobie, even Bucky rests inside, dry and happy while his dark eyes follow youâ as if trying to keep an eye out for you. The cave protects you from the hammering rain outside and from the lightning that pierces the clouds. You lean on the rocky mouth of the cave, hands reaching outside to cup the rain and feel the sharp water droplets drench your skin. Lifting your head up, you watch the sky. The storm has no end in sight, yet, thereâs a bit of light passing through the grey, a ray of sunshine that brings hope, blue peeking in between the dark clouds.
Water splashes against your flesh, cleaning the tiny gashes and dried blood that you're not sure is all from your body. The rope that binds you is soaked, weighing heavy around your wrists like steel bracelets.
Wind howling, lightning cutting through the sky like a bullet through skinâ You don't feel his heavy gaze on you.
The roaring fire behind you provides warmth just like the man tending to it. And like the fire he's tending, he realizes that his affection for you still burns him inside out no matter how he tries to snuff it out.
The fire crackles, you watch your shadow dance with the flame's movements. You still don't feel his heavy stare on your back.
With a forced smile, an idea pops in your head. You let the water on your palms fall, flicking away the droplets, making your own patch of rain.
âI've got a proposition.â
âCome eat, smellyâ You both speak at the same time, amusement flashes behind his precious emerald eyes that's illuminated by the embers.
"I don't smell." You laugh in between, loving the fact that he seems to be in a better mood. Sniffing at yourself, you scrunch up your nose from the smell. "That much. You're not any better.â
Hobie shakes his head, hiding the curl of his lips with the brim of his hat. He places a can of peaches in your direction. âWe'll be in Strawberry by late afternoon. There's an inn there where we can rest and bathe.â
Sitting down next to him but still giving him enough space, you tuck your legs under you, wiggling your hands in front of him.
âCan you untie me now? I'm not going to run, Hobie. Where will I go?â
âTell me about your so-called proposition.â Hobie raises a brow, teeth biting down and clenched around the leather before fully yanking his glove off. You suddenly feel hot when he unties your hands without another word.
There's no identical ring around his finger. Your happiness is snatched away at the sight of his empty finger. What was once a promise is now gone from his flesh that you used to trace with your own hands.
Clearing your throat, you watch the shadows on the cave walls flicker behind him. âWâwe take the scenic route. I want to see the sights the new world has to offer. Before returning.â You don't even want to call it home anymore.
âThe new world? You sound like a grandma.â
âYou saying âstate your businessâ wasn't any better, grandpa.â
Hobie's eyes meet your own, green eyes aglow. A remnant of the Hobie five years ago. You could get used to this, his warm gaze that soothes you from the inside out, something that you never took for granted before but never thought you'd miss dearly. You welcome it back with open arms. Even if it was brief.
A flash of bright lightning hits outside your cave, startling you, free hand placed on your quaking chest.
âIt's just lightning, love.â A freudian slip, a term of endearment that travels you both back in time. Now that he said it once more, he finds that it still fits you like a warm hug on a cold winter's day, or a first kiss, one of many.
Slowly turning your head, your lips tremble, eyes watering from a silent cry. You try to reach for him, but he deflects your touch by twisting around on his seat, taking a swig from his canteen. The only one that he has.
Quietly eating, your insides are yelling for you to hold him close, to be near him, to hug him until the screaming stops. You can't satiate the feeling, it bites at your bones, chewing, eating at you, going hungry, starving. You stand up, leaving the can of peaches on the ground, returning to the mouth of the cave so the feeling will ravage you alone once again like it always has for the past five years. You've survived this long, but there's barely anything left of you nowâ a husk, barely a speck, so you cry and cry, sobs muffled by the rain.
You don't feel his gaze on you. He feels the same gnawing feeling in his belly, crawling up to his chest, eating what's left of his heart like a vulture that carries all his grief and guilt.
â
You're back on the road again, the ground is wet and muddy. Clay and grass sticking to Bucky's hooves as he trudges along the soil. You purposely don't remind him about the missing rope around your wrist. Loving the freedom the lack of it brings, you brush your fingers through Buckeyeâs hair; dark wavy tresses that reminds you of fine silk.
âYou take good care of him.â
âYou said that already.â
âI know, I'm just saying it again for emphasis. I hope you're taking care of yourself too.â
You feel him shift in his seat, fatigue rattling his bones that's exacerbated by the rocking movement.
âDo you feel alright?â You ask, looking over your shoulder. His eyebrows are furrowed, sweat dribbling from his forehead.
ââm fine.â
âYou don't look fine. Riding bareback this long hurts, we can switch placesââ
âIt would be better if you had your own horse.â Hobie groans, stretching his shoulders. Buckeye seems to notice the conversation, huffing and staring back at his rider. ââm not replacing you, Bucky. Not yet anyway.â
The dark horse neighs, a high pitched sound that makes you laugh. âHe was not happy with that.â
âHe's not happy with anythin'â Hobie shakes his head at the horse, you're amused by the whole situation. âPicky eater, always demanding sugar cubes instead of a carrot or an apple. Fuckin' spoiled.â Bucky neighs again, louder this time, clearly annoyed.
âJust like his rider.â You giggle, Hobie stifles a roll of his eyes, a ghost of a smile on his pierced lips. âCareful with your comments or he might buck you off and have me as his rider instead.â
Hobie's amusement fades, his eyes hardens, a sight that has your heart thrumming loudly, a sight that you're very familiar with back at home.
âIâm sorryâ IâI didn't mean to.â You frantically apologize, shaking your head, hand reaching for his own, palm hovering over his gloves.
âLook ahead.â He gestures forward. âNothin' to apologize for, love.â
âAre you sure?â You can't seem to slow down your breathing.
Hobie notices, blinking, he tentatively takes your hand in his. Squeezing once, jade eyes searching your hurt face. Guilt passes through him.
He should've come back for you.
âYes,â he swallows thickly, slowing down Bucky's steps. âBreathe for me, yeah?â You nod, inhaling and exhaling. âGood, keep doin' that.â Inhale, exhale, âatta girl. Now listen to me, I need you to hold on tight, and do what I say.â
âWhat's wrong?â Did you do something wrong again? You hold on tight just like he asked.
âEyes up front, sweetheart.â The floodgates open, he can't stop himself from calling you those honeyed names. And you can't stop looking at him. With a gentle hold to your chin, he carefully moves it forward. You see five people waving you over further down the road. They're accompanied by a broken down carriage, three wheels missing, no oxen in sight, just a few horses hitched near them.
They call you over, grinning from ear to ear. âOh thank God!â You hear them say, their forms getting closer and closer.
âThey need help.â You say, Hobie's hand around the reins tightens.
âAnd we're not goin' to give it to âem.â
âWhat? Why?â
âThat's bait, we're not fallinâ for it.â His eyes don't leave the strangersâ hands.
âBaitâ? They genuinely look like they need help.â
âWe're close to town, and they have horses. They could've gone over there instead of flagging down an armed stranger.â
âI'm not armed.â
âYes, but I am.â With a swift kick, Hobie guides Buckeye to a mad dash. Your back hits his chest from the sudden momentum. A dull ache on your spine, a tingling sensation on his ribs.
Buckeye passes by the broken carriage, leaving dust in their eyes. âCâmon, Bucky! Get us out of âere, boy!â
Wind in your eyes, you look behind, your heart falls in your stomach when you see them follow immediately on their horses, guns drawn, aiming at Hobie.
âOh fuck!â A bullet whizzes past your head, missing you by just a few inches. You feel it's hot searing metal fly past, âthey're shooting at us! Why the fuckâ!â
Hobie twists, with one hand on the reins, and the other on his gun, he shoots down one man with precision. The bullet hits its mark, right in his heart. A fountain of crimson splashes from his wounded body, his feet still strapped in the stirrups, flinging the now lifeless body around like a window shutter in a storm.
Hobie shoots again, a horse falls, another bullet, and one gets iron in their gullet. And another and another, one on the leg and one on the shoulder, but they still ride on. Until Hobie's gun clicks, its chamber now empty, in slow motion, you see the remaining survivors use the opportunity to aim at Hobie's head. With quick thinking, you twist uncomfortably, body stretching behind to grab the hunting rifle strapped on Bucky's back. Within a second, you sit upright with the barrel pointing at them.
Hobie sees it all happen while he frantically reloads. His gun jams from carelessness, heart beating like a snare drum, fingers frantically trying to fix it. The sun is in his eyes as he sees you cock your head over his shoulder, the long barrel of the rifle is placed atop his leather jacket, finger itching to press the trigger.
âDuck.â Your voice is calm as Hobie follows through your command, the firing pin ignites, sparks fly, the smell of gunpowder permeates the air, bullet whizzing and hitting your markâ Right in between the eyes.
Gore explodes from what used to be a head, then a scream from the remaining target. Hobie steers Bucky, whilst you fight. Fight for him, and for yourself.
Pulling the bolt handle, without missing a beat you release the shell with a clink of metal. The remaining man looks at his dead companion in horror, still riding on next to him, now missing a head. Just like they did, you use the opportunity to reload, hand reaching for Hobie's gun belt, taking what you need, reloading with an expert hand. You pull the bolt to place the bullet, pushing it in, you aim once again. At the same time, the man screams, aiming at you. But you're faster.
Inhale. You shoot, hand steady, eyes focused.
A wet squelch can be heard, then a body thuds harshly on the ground as a horse neighs, crying and trotting wildly. You finally exhale. Hobie reins Bucky in, hooves digging in, he stops.
âHoly shit.â Hobie stares at you with a growing smile, cheeks aflame, not from the adrenaline nor the fight. âYou can shoot.â
âYou taught me.â Your eyes doesn't leave the violence you left behind.
âYeah, but not like that!â He laughs in disbelief. His heart hammers in his chest, and he remembers all the times he held your hand in his while he teaches you the basics.
âWhat do you think I've been doing since you left?â You swallow thickly, nerves catching up, hands trembling around the rifle. âMy books can only take me so far until I've read the entire library.â
Hobie holds your cheek, face concerned, thumb running along the tear you don't notice slide down your cheek. âCan you look at me, lovie?â
Slowly but surely, you turn your head. âWe manufacture guns, Hobie, it's important for me to learn.â
âI know, but shootinâ it at people is different.â He would know, he worked at the same place. âAre you alright?â
âNow you ask me that?â You hand him the rifle, breath shuddering. âCan we go now, please?â
Hobie could only nod, hand itching to hold you again.
â
You finally reach Strawberry, it has a sweet sounding name but it's anything but sweet. The streets are thick with mud, the smell is much better than the other town but it still makes your nose itch. The place is situated on the foot of a mountain, the air is cooler with heavy winds persisting. Rows and rows of establishments lie along the road, a saloon with a balcony on your right, a doctor's office on your left. Convenient, you think.
A brothel sits next to the saloon, women gathered around on the porch, smiling and hollering at the people who pass by. Hobie garners their attention, (who wouldn't be?) despite riding with you on the same horse. He doesn't give them any attention, a disappointment on their part. His eyes are too busy looking over your profile and the inn that's situated on the hill.
You flick your eyes over to him, as if he has a sixth sense, he stares back. âWhat?â
âNothing.â You whisper.
Hobie hides a small smile over your shoulder. He stops Buckeye at the front of the inn, hopping off, he hitches his horse first before giving you a hand, surprising you.
Without a second thought, you take his outstretched hand, bare against his leather clad one. You land carefully on the soft ground, cringing at the wet squelch of mud on your shoes.
âI need a bath,â you stomp over towards the porch and out of the mud. Hobie's hand finally leaves your side once you step foot on the steady planks. âAnd a nice bed.â
âThat's why we're âere.â He says while he takes his pack from Bucky's back. Giving the horse a pet and a much deserved sugarcube. He whispers something to the horse, to which Bucky neighs in reply. Stepping on the porch right next to you, the dark horse nods at his rider.
You laugh at them. âWhat'd you tell him?â
âI promised him a place at the stable so he could get a proper rest. âm gonna take him once you're inside.â
âAre you gonna leave me here?â Panic sets in your stomach.
Hobie furrows his brows, âno, âcourse not.â I'd never do that. He thinks, but he already did, years ago. âCâmon.â
Bucky neighs to you this time, tail swishing behind him. âGânight, Buck.â You give him a small wave. âYou did a good job today.â
Entering the inn, the smell of pine and something fruity catches your nose. Its walls are all wooden, lined with old photos and animal furs. There's a fireplace in the common area where a couple of people sit and chat by the fire. The place is cozy, it's the first time you feel like you can finally have a nice comfortable place to sleep in since you landed in America.
Hobie knocks on the reception desk, leaning on the table, clearly tired and weary. Whilst you try not to think about what you did earlier, you roam your eyes everywhere in an attempt to push all the thoughts away, to kick the gore you saw, and the act that you've executed far far away from you. Your hand trembles at the sight of a deer head hanging on the wall. Then you remember the man whose head you blasted to pieces. Heart beating faster, breath stuck in your throat, Hobie suddenly takes your handâ squeezing, reminding you to breathe.
Before he could comfort you further, a middle aged man appears behind the desk. Shoulders broad, mustache well maintained and curled at the ends. Blue eyes wide and full of wisdom.
âWelcome to Strawberry inn.â He says in a comfortable yet deep tone. His eyes flick towards your intertwined hands, lips smiling faintly. âThe name's Finn, room for one?â
Hobie clears his throat, taking his hand back on his side. âYes, two beds.â
âAh, a conservative couple eh?â
âSure,â Hobie acts, nodding along.
âName?â
âLarry Smith. And baths for the missus and I.â
Finn nods, showing him a sign on his desk. âthree dollars for a regular one, five for a deluxe bath.â
âDeluxe?â You ask, curious.
Hobie beats Finn to the punch by explaining it himself. âIt's when a woman helps you scrub down.â
You blink twice in quick succession. âOh.â Cheeks warm, you awkwardly bounce on your feet. âAâare you going to take the deluxe one, HoâLarry?â
âI might.â He says with a smirk, eyes shining.
âOkay.â You crane your neck towards Finn, âwhat's our room number?â Your tone inches towards something that has Hobie amused.
âUh, threeââ You're already snatching the keys from him and then quickly speed walking up the stairs. You turn to the right, Finn calls after you. âLeft side, maâam.â Frustrated, you walk the other way. He then turns towards Hobie with a shake of his head. âHappy wife, happy life, english. Don't tease her like that or you'll end up sleeping in the stables.â
Hobie bites his tongue so he couldn't laugh. âI know that now, thanks, mate.â
â
You feel nice, nicer than you should be after what you did. There's a pebble inside you that keeps growing and growing in the pit of your stomach right next to the boulder that has resided there for years. You have no idea what is, but you want it gone just like how you disappear under the tepid water of the tub.
Hobie has laid out clothes for you, it sits on the chair in the corner. A white work shirt that smells like him and a pair of clean socks. Your skirt hangs on the doorway, days worth of dirt and dust clinging to it. The walls are thin, you hear the hinges squeak in the next room, the arguing couple above; and a child's cry from below. The water laps at your chin, now cold and icy on your slowly freezing skin. Like muscle memory, you hold your hand up, the jagged long scar across the back of your hand has you tracing the remnants of the injuryâ what he used to do to remind you that he's there, that you're safe. But when he left, when he disappeared into the night, leaving you to the horrid predetermined life, you had to do it yourself. You had to carry yourself everyday with the heavy boulder in your heart, surviving each day without him, hurting, rotting in that damned empty mansion you never asked for.
You thought you could finally take the boulder out of you and place it down once and for all when you saw him. it's still there, weighing you down like a hundred ton steel of grief and longing. You don't resent him for what he did, running away, leaving you when the night before he promised you sweet words, words of freedom, words of an escape. No, you don't hate him. Yes, there's days where you would curse his name, but it never lasts. It never does, even now. You still love him even when he doesn't feel the same way anymore.
Your eyes prick from all the unshed tears, everything makes you cry nowadays, even the old lonesome man you met on the road brought a tear to your melancholy eyes. But you can't seem to find the courage to cry in front of him, to let him see your salty tears flow out of you like a raging river of sorrow. And moreso, you're afraid, afraid of home, afraid of what's waiting for you at the end of the road. Whether it be a coyote with its maw opening to lunge at your neck. Or a rattlesnake ready to strike silently at your open wound.
You're not afraid of him, you're afraid to lose him again to the coyotes and rattlesnakes.
Lifting both hands, you watch the blood that collects within the lines of your palms. Rubies ebbing into your life line, your love lines, and into your deathâ you'd carry the life you've taken until you're six feet underground, decaying, milky bones turning to dust, food for the worms. And yet, the blood in your hands would stay there, even when your hands are eaten by the soil, brought back to where you once came.
Hobie's right, this place changes you. Molds you into something that can survive its harsh environment, just like the plants you once read about. And just like the coiling vines, the flowers that wait and bite their prey; the leaves that kill when cutâ you intend to survive the harshness of it all.
With a deep inhale, you leave the metal tub. Water splashes across the floor as you stand up, the even colder air leaves goosebumps in its wake. You dry yourself and dress like an automaton, movements rigid, eyes blank.
Opening the door with a creak, you're met with Hobie standing in the hallway, just across from you. His hand still lingers around the doorknob, viridescent eyes blinking slowly at you.
For a second that felt like hours, you watched each other. How his eyes flick over your form and over his work shirt that you wear. How water still clings to his chest, soaking parts of his white shirt. And how his finger twitches around the doorknob whilst steam escapes from the slits in the doorway. He observes you with vigilant eyes, how your lips are slightly parted, chest breathing heavily. And how much your legs are begging to run towards him, feet pointed in his direction, heels lifted up slightly, but you don't. You don't run to him, instead, you toss him the keys to the room before he could ask for it himself. He catches it with ease.
âYou're closer to the room.â Walking closer, you rub your arms for warmth.
Hobie sniffs, hand wiping a stray droplet from his forehead, pack slung over his shoulder. He unlocks the door that's a few steps away, with a click, he opens it for you.
âYou look like you're about to pass out.â
You push past him, trying to smile, but you fail. âI feel like I will in a secondââ pausing by the doorway, you sharply inhale. âYou asked for two beds right?â
âYeahâ fucker.â Hobie clicks his tongue at the sight of the single bed standing in the room. âI'll go get our rooms changed.â
âI'm fucking tired, Hobs.â You lumber your way towards the inviting bed, too tired to even check the room and its sparse dĂŠcor. âComplain tomorrow. It's not like we haven't shared a bed before.â
âThat was differentââ
âHow is it any different?â Shucking off your shoes, you blink at him through tired eyes. âIt's just sleeping next to each other. We were doing anything but that back then.â
He curses breathlessly under his breath. âFine, don't hog the blanket.â
âDon't kick in your sleep.â You smile for the first time since you pulled the trigger. Slithering inside the warm covers, you lay your head on the lumpy pillows. Heaven to you after sleeping but nothing on the ground or hay for the past few weeks.
âI don't kick in my sleep.â Hobie does the same, laying next to you, giving you enough space in between. âYou're the one who kicks in your sleep. Like a fuckin' donkey.â
You lay on your side, inching closer to him. âPlease, I'm more of a mustang, not a donkey.â
âBack then you were more like the rider than a horse.â He jokes with a smug smile across his lips.
Your cheeks are aflame, laugh creeping up your throat. The heaviness in your chest subsides, the blood in your hands thins. âYou wanna bet?â
Hobie's joking expression is replaced by something else. Flustered, amused, and a mix of an emotion that he has only felt for you. âFuckin' hell, love.â He turns away from you, lest he lets his thoughts get to him. âGood night, you fuckin' minx.â He hears you laugh, immediately he wants to turn back around and meet you face to face, just like before. But he doesn't.
You're met with his back. The feeling comes back, like a cockroach that wouldn't die even with how much you try to stomp on it. It was foolish to think that he'd love you forever. It was foolish to think that he'd greet you with open arms after years of being apart. How foolish, they'd always whisper to you, naive, and stupid, always standing on the edge of the crowd, eyes always looking for something, someone. Someone that lays before you now.
âGood night, Hobie.â He mouths your next words like clockwork. âOnly dream of good things.â You refrain from doing the next thing, a kiss for sweet dreams, a whisper of the three words to remind him of you in the dreamworld.
Hobie silently wishes you did.
Soon enough, soft snores can be heard from behind him. Peeking over his shoulder, he makes sure you're asleep before quietly standing up. Sheets rustling, he tiptoes over the noisy planks, breathing silent. Hobie takes a chair from the corner, propping it under the doorknob, shaking the chair, he makes sure that it's locked up tightly. He can never be sure with the simple singular lock on the door.
Once he's sure that it will hold up, he takes his gun from the hanging gun belt, checking the chamber, he keeps it on the waistband of his trousers. After checking all the windows and the fireplace, he finally joins you back in bed. Gun placed on the bedside, ready to be used just in case. Laying on his side, he faces you, observing how the moon shines just across your face. You look peaceful, relaxed, and he remembers how much he has missed you. Like an impossible itch. A craving that cannot be satiated. Incurable, until you're within reach.
His tired eyes stare at the glaring scar across the back of your hand. Hobie remembers how you got the scar on your hand, it was warm that day, searing hot whilst you ran into the woods frantically to meet him. As a result of your unmindful actions, a sharp branch takes a chunk of your skin; leaving him to sew it close for you. He reminisces of how your face contorts to pain with every suture, and how you grip his shoulder to tamp down your screams. He wasn't careful, or even thinking about how it would scar, he just wanted to get it over with so you'd stop hurting. He held you for hours after, held you more after your great aunt saw the damage. She called you broken that day.
He blinks and he's back to the present. He can never go back. You can never go back. So he inches his hand closer to yours, pinky brushing along your skin. Finally, he curls his pinky finger around your ring finger. Linking his life line to yours. Just like he always does to the identical hidden ring around his neck. Your scar peers from the side, a reminder that everything that happened before was real. That all those saccharin touches and words were flesh and blood. He wishes he could go back, to take you away the moment she called you broken.
In his sleep he dreams of you.
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â SWEET KANSAS HONEY
SUMMARY : invited by her friend to a bee farm, but Dean wasnât invited to their cute day out. Dean gets pouty⌠and, ya know, horny.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : lavender mcclenic (oc), athena fonseca (oc)
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), phone sex, dirty talk, sexting, voice kink, masturbationÂ
WORD COUNT : 1.5k
A/N : jamies elsewhere song title. this fills the free space square on my @jacklesversebingo card. lavender is based off of my best friend (athena is based off her gf) we have fictional plans to live on a farm, and have a tunnel connecting our houses LOL xxx
âAh, this is exactly what we said our future would look like,â Y/n grinned, fixing the sunglasses on her face. She turned to face her friend, who did the same, walking towards the little shed where they could change into protective gear.
âNot really,â Lavender laughed, âyouâve got a boyfriend you love with all your cheesy heart. We donât have a tunnel under our house like we said weâd have,â she listed, playfully. Y/n rolled her eyes and kicked the door open gently, sliding her foot along the bottom of the door as she stepped in before Lavender, looking around curiously.Â
âWell, at least weâre still here, on a farm, makinâ money,â Y/n grinned, letting the door shut once her friend was inside collecting the white suits for them to slip into. Y/n placed her phone on the wooden table inside, the walls decorated with tools, and other items she didnât know how to use.Â
She changed quietly with Lavender, lifting the white suit over her regular clothes. They looked up at the same time and bursted out laughing for no reason at all. They were both bad at emotions, at least at saying them out loud, but Y/n had a feeling that laughter was a wordless I missed you. The phone on the table buzzed and Lavender looked over curiously when Y/n didnât look.Â
âItâs that boyfriend of yours,â Lavender teased, âyou were so against dating, remember that?â Y/n shook her head and laughed, making sure she was ready to leave as Lav finished up.
âWhatever. So were you,â she dismissed, grabbing her phone with bare hands at the text notification with Deanâs name. She smiled, but she didnât open it, and Dean sent another message. Her smile got wider.
âWe grew up then,â her friend suggested, walking towards the door to open it with her back.Â
âSort of, I still like bees and honey,â Y/n told her, taking her own gloves before following her friend out.
âAnd I still think we should build a tunnel connecting our two houses. Thereâs plenty of land. Iâd⌠do anything for you,â Lav hesitated with the last part, her cheeks turning pink.Â
âLav⌠thatâs sweet, but-â
âThe offer stands. Five years, or tomorrowâuntil we lose it all.â Lavender waved her hand to dismiss it and walked faster to avoid the embarrassment of being, well, loving. Dean texted her once more and she groaned softly. Either itâs an emergency or Deanâs just trying to get her attention.Â
âIâm gonnaâŚâ Y/n trailed off and Lavender turned around and tilted her head at her friend. She lifted her phone and shook it.Â
âYeah, go, before I embarrass us both and keep saying sappy shit like that. I need a cleanse,â Lavender grunted, meeting her girlfriend who had the honey collecting tools on standby.
âMe too,â Y/n smiled, then turned around to check Deanâs messages.Â
dean : Good morning, sexy, itâs been fifteen hours since I last saw you and Iâm bored. So bored. How did I go through my childhood without you? :((
She laughed softly.Â
dean : I woke up early and I was so cold because you werenât sleeping next to me.Â
Liar. He wears socks, pyjama pants, and a Henley to sleep. Heâs the one who provides the warmth. Of course, he was just trying to be cute. And it was working.Â
dean : I did a whole bunch of chores though. I cooked. Took Miracle out for a walk. Cleaned our room. And the Dean Cave. But Iâm done now.
She smiled as she imagined him doing all of that. Heâs undeniably adorable. He knew that. He knew how much he meant to her. She saw three speech bubbles appear, so she waited for his next message.Â
dean : Oh. Hi, baby. I see youâre reading my texts now. I just want you to know⌠Iâm picturing you coming home with a whole bunch of honey. And guess what? Iâm licking it off your body. Yummy.Â
She bit her lip as heat bloomed across her face.Â
me : Good morning, handsome. I miss you, too. Youâve finished doing all that? Why donât you watch a movie now? Read one of those books youâve been wanting to read. Go to that bar that serves your favourite nachos, boysâ night out. Iâve got loads of suggestions if you run out.Â
me : Also, you werenât cold, but thatâs cute.Â
me : Second also, you canât text things like that when weâre not together⌠very naughty, I donât appreciate it. X
She saw the speech bubble again and she bit her lip, looking across at Athena and Lavender laughing together while they scraped the panels for honey. She smiled at them and missed Dean even more.Â
She didnât expect to see a photo. Not one quite like the one Dean sent.Â
âJesus Christ,â she muttered, looking back up. She clicked the photo anyway, a smile growing on her face, and arousal dampening her underwear.
Dean was in the shower.Â
Of course heâd take his phone with him. Of course heâd take the chance to get off. He had a high sex drive. He was daring. Unafraid. And he knew how hot he was. Especially all naked and wet. With his body all taut and flushed pink from the heat of the water. With his face distorted in delicious pleasure as he touched himself, his lip plump and trapped beneath his cute teeth. With his hand wrapped tightly around his cock.Â
dean : I fig read what you senyÂ
She laughed softly. And decided to call him instead. He picked up instantly. She heard the water falling against tile and skin before she heard his heavy breaths or his husky voice.Â
âDean,â she whispered, her cheeks on fire.
âHi, babe,â Dean moaned and she gasped, her stomach twisting with excitement. âI was expecting a text, a photo, not a phone call, but, uh, I appreciate it.â She shook her head, listening closely to the loud, lewd, sound of his wet hand moving quickly along his cock.Â
âYouâre jerking off?â She blurted out, looking up at Lavender and Athena who were waving her over impatiently. She smiled at them and nodded, putting her finger up.Â
âMmm, my morningâs been good, too. Well, kinda, thanks for asking, beautiful,â he replied sarcastically, moaning occasionally as he spoke. Her clit pulse and she squeezed her thighs to stop the discomfort of her arousal.Â
âDeanâŚâ She moaned, but there was a hint of hesitation that he picked up on. He groaned.Â
âIâll hang up, but please, text me something dirty so I get at least a bit of reality in my fantasy,â he begged. She heard him swear quietly and then he laughed breathlessly.Â
She closed her eyes and thought about what to do. What to say. He sounded so hot, groaning and moaning her name, pumping his cock through his fingers faster and faster.Â
âDean,â she purred. He hummed softly, distracted by his pleasure. âBe a good boy and cum for me,â she instructed, smirking when he groaned long and loud. âI want to hear you, baby. Fuck, I wish I could see you. I wish I had you in my mouth right now so I can swallow every ounce of your cum.â Dean cursed loudly, brokenly moaning her name as he came.
He panted into the phone and she bit her lip, waiting patiently for him to recompose himself.Â
âAh, fuck,â he murmured and she lifted a brow curiously. âThat was hot, baby. We should do it often. Like⌠even when you are here. Iâll be in the dungeon and you can be in the garage,â he laughed softly to himself and she rolled her eyes. âI miss you. I know it hasn't been that long and that Iâve been sleeping for a majority of the time⌠I guess Iâm just not used to being alone anymore. Without you. Iâm sorry for interrupting your time with your friend.â
Her smile softened. âI miss you, too, Dean. And itâs okay⌠Iâll be back Sunday evening. Thatâs tomorrow, by the way,â she teased and Dean laughed shyly.
âYou didnât say yes or no to my idea,â he reminded her.Â
She smiled. âOf course itâs a yes.â
âHow about tonight? Can we set up a time for it?â He asked excitedly, then the water shut off, and she heard his wet footsteps, then the soft sound of his towel.Â
âYes, Iâll text you,â she breathed out. âNow, stop doing⌠whatever it was that turned you on, and get some proper work done,â she laughed, putting one glove on as she prepared to go with her friends.
âI⌠just got horny suddenly when I was taking a break. I was reading⌠ya know, All About Love,â he hesitated.Â
âWhat? Why?â She laughed, but she knew him well, and sheâd read the book. âStop thinking of me. It makes me wet,â she pouted playfully and he laughed again. âAnd next time you take a break, donât touch your dick⌠Until I tell you to do so,â she added with a grin.
âI love you.â She could hear the smile in Deanâs voice, the open and shut of doors.Â
âI love you, Dean,â she responded lovingly. She could hear him breath softly and hum shyly, a whispered bye, and she hung up.Â
âWow, you just throw around the L word, now, eh?â Lavender teased as Y/n walked closer to them, ready to join them. Y/n laughed sarcastically and Athena giggled.Â
âShut up,â Y/n grumbled, playfully snatching the tool in Lavenderâs hand to help them out.
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âAlso because I want [Nino] to be more narratively important but that is a rant for another day.â And will that day be someday soon? Wink wink nudge nudge :3c
I am happy to give Nino some love, but before we do, we need to talk about how badly canon has failed him. The reason we need to have that talk is that the love I'm going to give is far more headcanon-y than I usually go in these analysis posts. For most characters, I can give a strong canon-based argument for a core characterization. For Nino? Well, I am pulling this stuff from canon, but I wouldn't exactly label it a "strong" argument. There are even elements of my take on Nino that you could label "grasping at straws".
And I'm happy to own that! I delight in giving Nino all the love he deserves even if it doesn't perfectly match canon, but that means that my Nino is less me leaning into the best parts of canon and more me shifting through canon, grabbing a few shinny bits, and weaving them into something that you may not agree with because my vision for Nino is to elevate him to match Alya in terms of narrative importance because I want the team show season two promised me even if I have to make it myself!
And if you don't want that? Then that's fine! I'm not arguing that everyone should adopt this take. My version of Nino is about as close to an OC as I get when writing fanfic. So let's get into it and talk about why I had to do that. (Also note that I have nothing against OCs. It's just that, when it comes to my own writing, I try to reserve them for original fiction or for very minor roles that no canon character could fill. Totally a matter of personal preference and not some sort of judgement.)
The Many Ways that Canon has Done Nino Dirty
If we look at what is arguably the main group of friends - Alya, Marinette, Adrien, and Nino - then we can see a clear base concept for the first three. Alya is the plucky reporter. Marinette is the headstrong leader. Adrien is the sweet goofball. Nino is... Alya's boyfriend? Adrien's best friend? Chris' older brother?
This is the problem that I was referring to above. Alya, Adrien, and Marinette have clear roles that you could pick out by just watching Origins. Nino doesn't. He doesn't even speak in part one and part two gives him all of six lines. These lines establish him as a nice guy since they're all about him being kind to Adrien, but that's about it. Here's one of them as an example:
Miss Bustier:Â Agreste, Adrien? Nino:Â (quietly to Adrien)Â You say "present". Adrien:Â (jumps up with his hand raised)Â Uh, present!
This is a cute moment for sure, but when I look at it, I can't tell you who Nino is supposed to be other than a nice guy, which isn't much to go on. Nice guys can fit a lot of roles.
This isn't necessarily a flaw. Some characters have roles that are immediately obvious and some characters don't. This second class of character usually just has a more complex role that will be discovered and defined based on their actions as the story goes on. However, because Miraculous' writing is all over the place, Nino gets screwed. Instead of his actions defining his nebulous role, his actions make his role impossible to pin down! Here are a few examples:
Nino the Protector:
Season two was big on the idea that miraculous had to be suited to their holders. That's why Chloe kept getting the bee as we saw in Malediktator:
Marinette: I must choose someone who's not impressed by people in power. Who can help me trap Malediktator. Huh?! Of course! That's it. (reaches for the Miraculous of the Bee)
And why did Nino get the turtle in Anansi?
Marinette: I need a protective Miraculous. (gasps, and points at the Turtle Miraculous Master Fu is wearing) That's the one I need, Master! (Master Fu gasps) Uh, if it's okay with you. Master Fu: (smiles at Wayzz, who nods to him) Do you have someone in mind, Marinette? Marinette: Actually, I think I found just the right person.
Okay, cool, we finally have a strong defining trait for Nino! He's a protector! Or, at least, he was here. Other episodes go directly against this role such as this nonsense from Illusion:
Nino: What's up is Ladybug and Cat Noir don't have us to help them anymore. Alya: (nervously) Um, umâ uhâ what do you mean, "us"? Nino: Well, us, you Rena Rouge, me Carapace! (Alya kicks his leg underneath the table) Ouch! What's the big deal? We can tell Marinette and Adrien we used to be superheroes.
This first issue with this episode is that we see Nino out his and Alya's secret identities without her permission even though the resistance did NOT require an identity reveal to be a thing. In other words, our supposed protector is taking a big risk for no reason. Then he goes and does this:
Nino: Hence my plan. We're gonna film an akumatization. Alya: And how are you, Comrade Ketchup, gonna be in the know when and where this akumatization takes place? Nino: Easy, Comrade Beurre MaĂŽtre d'HĂ´tel. I'm gonna make it happen.
Which leads to the four friends antagonizing Gabriel even though Nino knows how complex Adrien and Gabriel's relationship is. A move that makes no sense for a supposed protector because Gabriel was far from their only option. Nino could have picked anyone, but he went with the riskiest candidate possible, exposing his best friend to a potentially massive backlash.
Nino also doesn't even try to contact Ladybug and Chat Noir prior to this insane plan, thereby putting the whole city at unnecessary risk! What kind of protector purposely causes an akuma without also coming up with mitigation strategies to minimize the resulting damage?
Everything Nino does in this episode should disqualify him from ever holding the turtle again or, at the very least, he should have to redeem himself before holding the turtle again. This is especially true since he never apologizes for anything he did in Illusion and this is just one example of the issue. It's actually kind of hard to find moments where Nino acts as a protector even though he holds the miraculous of Protection. So is he supposed to be a protector? Who knows!
Nino, The Empath:
That first example was long, so we'll pick two quicker ones to flesh this out. The first one is how Nino and Adrien's relationship is defined. In Origins and the New York Special Nino is written as a kind and sensitive guy who is acting as Adrien's guide to dating and other elements of the real world:
Nino:Â Yup. I love Adrien, but he's like a baby chick that's just started cracking out of his egg. He has a hard time understanding the signals people send him. Alya:Â What signals? Marinette isn't exactly sending them clearly. I mean, look! What is she doing with her arms? Telling him what to do in case of an emergency landing or something? Nino:(sighs)Â If only this trip could help Adrien finally come out of his shell.
But then you have episodes like Animan where Adrien is Nino's guide to dating:
Nino:Â Shhh! You know I'm no good with the ladies, especially this one all of a sudden. I mean, dude, do I go up to her and crack her a joke? Shoot her a compliment? Invite her to the zoo? Play it serious? Adrien:Â Nino, you're way over-thinking this. "Invite her to the zoo", you serious? Nino:Â Well, they have this really cool new exhibit there. Adrien:Â Listen, just be yourself, man.
And episodes like Illusion (discussed above) and Psycomedian (see below) where Adrien is deeply uncomfortable and Nino doesn't notice:
Nino: See, dude? I told you! Hilarious, right? Adrien: Uh... (laughs nervously) Right! Really funny, Nino. Nino: I gotta show you his other sketches. It's insane that you don't know Harry Clown! (laughs)
Which might work if these episodes were about Nino learning a lesson, but they're not. Nino learns nothing, so is he generally in tune with others or is he kind of oblivious to other peoples' feelings? And why did Nino ever think that Adrien was a good source of romantic advice if he also thinks that Adrien is "a baby chick"? Pick a lane people!
Nino's Hobbies
Our final source of confusion is trying to define what Nino even enjoys doing. Horrificator and Queen Banana have him playing around as an amature film maker, but we also see him acting as an amature DJ with the wiki even claiming that he's the head of the school's radio station. So which of these things is his passion? Movies or music?
To be clear, I think it's fine to have multiple passions, but this is a story. You want to keep your characters' non-story-relevant hobbies kind of simple, especially when the character in question is a relatively minor side character who rarely gets much screen time. It's why Alix is only really into roller skating and why Nathaniel is only really into art. You don't want them to be more complex than that.
Even the main characters get this "keep it simple" treatment with Marinette only really being into fashion and Alya only really being into her blog. The girls don't need two demanding passions that would eat up all of their free time, but that's what Nino gets! Film and music are both incredibly demanding passions and it's hard to balance a character who is into both who is also an active superhero. That's a lot for one dude to do well!
I've actually seen fics that cast Nino as wanting to be a director and fics that make him want to be a professional DJ because canon really isn't clear about this pretty basic aspect of his character, but you do need to pick a lane when writing anything that gives Nino a career and so people seem to pick a passion at random.
My Version of Nino
By now, we're hopefully in agreement that canon has made a mess of Nino's character to the point where it's near impossible to say "this is who Nino is supposed to be." However, if you want to write Nino, then you do kind of have to pick a characterization to go with, so here's what I've come up with. Feel free to embrace it or reject it, but know that you will pry my version of Nino out of my cold dead hands because I utterly adore him.
Since Nino is Carapace, I base everything about him around the concept of "protect and defend" because he needs to feel like he deserves his heroic alter ego. I do not want to make canon's mistake of giving him a miraculous that massively contradicts his writing. Especially when that writing makes him feel interchangeable with other characters. At this point, no one from canon screams "turtle miraculous" unless you want to give it to Adrien since he's Ladybug's defender.
I also designed Nino around Alya and Adrien as those will arguably be his most important relationships. He should feel like a perfect fit for boyfriend and best friend respectively. I also took Marinette into consideration because he's going to be part of her team/friend group, so he should work with her, too.
What all that means is that I basically said "okay, this is where Nino is supposed to fit in the story and this is the dumpster fire that canon gave us, how do I pull pieces from the fire and paste them together to make a character that fits who Nino should have been?"
To really get into my version of Nino, I'd almost have to give you a fic to read, but that's way too much for a Tumblr post, so let's keep this high-level and just look at some of my notes on Nino from my lore Bible:
Nino is a major audiophile. He loves listening to music and watching movies/TV shows to study how they play with sound. He wants to be an audio engineer when he's older, but he also has a general passion for all things music and film. Heâll listen to any genre and watch almost any movie or show. He loves to take charge of the music at events so that the music really fits the crowd (and so it sounds good). It isnât unheard of for him to go see an unknown band or an odd indie film on his own. This will become a major bonding point for Nino and Adrien because of the influence of Adrien's mother. Nino has seen all of Emilie's films and loves them. It will also bond him and Alya as his knowledge of film making will allow him to help her learn the art of filming now that she's doing complex things like actions shots and editing together multiple recordings.
Nino is generally pretty laid back and likes to hear people out. His reaction to confrontation is to try to calm everyone down so that they can get to the heart of the issue. He wants everyone to get along, but he's also not going to let someone take the blame when they shouldn't. Nino protects the innocent.
Nino is incredibly protective of the people he loves. If someone he cares about is in danger, his peaceful nature goes straight out the window. Heâs the kind of person who would happily take a bullet for his friends and family. This will lead to him following Alya around once the hero stuff starts because he wants to keep her safe. Never let Alya go out alone if Nino is around or even just aware that a fight is happening. Alya thinks "scoop" and Nino thinks "my Alya sense is tingling." He's NOT there to stop her from doing what she loves, he's just there to be her spotter who lets her focus on filming while he watches for danger, though that will initially be a struggle for him. Treat this as his audition/training for Carapace where he learns to balance protective instincts with getting the job done so that he's ready to perfectly take on his miraculous.
When Ninoâs folks split up, his mother insisted that the kids should go to therapy to help process things. They had individual and family counseling. Nino was actually pretty cool with the divorce as heâd seen it coming, but his brother was really affected by it, so Nino spent his time working on ways to help Chris (and being told that he was a brother, not a parent, but he still wanted to help). He learned a lot from going through it and itâs why heâs so good at dealing with emotional issues. Heâs also good at not taking those burdens on himself. He wants to help, but knows that it's your battle. Marinette often looks to Nino for guidance on emotional issues because she knows that she's terrible at navigating them. She has given him full permission to stop her when she's too focused on solutions over support. All of the friends will help Adrien figure out social situations, but Nino will be the main guide as he's the one with the strongest skills in that area. Plus Adrien makes Nino's protective big brother instincts go crazy.
Ninoâs a bit of a loner by choice. He has "weird" hobbies that easily lend themselves to being done alone and he doesn't have any interest in "forcing" his hobbies on someone who doesn't actually enjoy them, so he spends a lot of time by himself and rarely invites others to share in his interests. He only does that when he thinks that they'll actually enjoy what he's sharing. He doesnât mind this, but heâs also a very welcoming individual who doesnât like to see people left out, so heâll come out of his shell when he sees someone who needs a friend. This usually leads to him making friends who soon become closer with others, but still view him as a casual friend. Heâs cool with that. He's just happy that they found their people. Adrien will be the first friend who really stays Ninoâs due to an understanding of Ninoâs âweirdâ hobbies. After all, Adrienâs the son of an actress. Heâs used to weird indie films and discussions of cinematography. I'd even say that he revels in it and realizes that he has missed it desperately since his mom got too sick to do that kind of thing. Basically, Nino will fill a spot in Adrien's heart that Adrien didn't even know was empty. Adrien can listen to Nino talk about cinematography for hours and never get bored. Before Adrien, no one knew that Nino was this talkative!
If anyone wants more insights into this topic, feel free to send an ask, but I think we'll call this post done now because it's SUPER long.
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Yuri Subtext (?) Anime List
A supplement to my earlier yuri anime masterlist, this list covers anime which arenât marketed as yuri but which prominently feature F/F pairs, whether canonical or subtext! Since subtext is so subjective, this post only includes series which Iâve actually watched, and so is by no means intended to be comprehensive.
Also, since the above description would not cover certain series with well-known yuri pairings, I've also included a few "bonus rounds" for the curious (although these are still limited to series I have watched).
At-a-glance list:
Revolutionary Girl Utena (39 episodes + 1 movie, 1997)
NOIR (26 episodes, 2001)
Puella Magi Madoka Magica (12 episodes, 2011)
Haibane Renmei (13 episodes, 2002)
.hack//SIGN (26 episodes, 2002)
Read or Die / R.O.D. the TV (26 episodes, 2003)
Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury (24 episodes, 2022)
Black Rock Shooter (8 episodes, 2010)
Izetta: The Last Witch (12 episodes, 2016)
Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll (movie, 2019)
Canaan (13 episodes, 2009)
Ga-Rei: Zero (12 episodes, 2008)
Bonus rounds:
Sailor Moon S3 (38 episodes, 1994) (subtext)
Mai-Hime (26 episodes, 2004) (canon)
Psycho-Pass (41 episodes + 3 movies, 2012) (canon)
My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! (24 episodes + movie, 2020) (canon)
Summaries under the cut!
1. Revolutionary Girl Utena (39 episodes + 1 movie, 1997) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
(Copied from the Yuri Anime Masterlist post, since technically it wasnât marketed as yuri)
When she was a child, Tenjou Utena (Kawakami Tomoko) was saved by a passerby prince, so she decided that she too wanted to become a prince as an adult. Fast forward to high school, and she hasnât forgotten that conviction: Utena gets sucked into a series of duels while trying to protect her best friendâs honour. After winning the first duel, she becomes âengagedâ to the eccentric âRose Brideâ Himemiya Anthy (Fuchizaki Yuriko), and the two start living together in the same dormitory.
First things first: there are a million content warnings for this series, including implied rape, sexual assault, incest, and homophobia. Although the issues are handled well (in my opinion), it does go to very dark places, so those wanting a light, fun anime to unwind to should look elsewhere. Second, this series is very much a psychological drama utilising the episodic duels as a way of hone in on Utenaâs opponents and their stories, so Utena and Anthyâs relationship â though important â is definitely not the focus of the anime. Third, the TV series is limited to hinting at the romantic relationship between Utena and Anthy, not to mention that they spend most of the series being little more than acquaintances rather than actual friends. The movie Adolescence (which can be taken as a retelling or sequel, depending on your perspective) is much more explicit on this front, but also suffers from a significantly shorter runtime and a much more opaque approach to storytelling.
That being said! If youâre okay with all of the above, this series is pretty much essential. The simplistic premise belies a much more complex and nuanced story about gender roles, sexuality, and human relationships and remains one of the smartest anime ever made, over twenty years on.
2. NOIR (26 episodes, 2001) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
The first in anime studio Bee Trainâs âgirls with gunsâ trilogy, NOIR follows globetrotting assassin duo Mireille Bouquet (Mitsuishi Kotono) and Yuumura Kirika (Kuwashima Houko) as they partner up to search for Kirikaâs missing memories and the truth behind Mireilleâs parentsâ deaths. The series is pleasingly restrained despite the sensational premise, alternating between âbusiness tripsâ to far-flung locations and snapshots of the pairâs domestic life in Mireilleâs Paris apartment, and devoting more time to the unfolding of the relationship between the prickly Mireille and puppy-like Kirika than to action sequences. I won't say too much due to spoilers, but their relationship numbers among my favorites due to how naturally it is developed throughout and how it is very much at the heart of the series both narratively and thematically.
This is also the first anime soundtrack entirely composed by the legendary Kajiura Yuki, heralding a long collaboration with director Mashimo Kouichi, and her mix of classical and modern sounds provides the perfect accompaniment to NOIRâs atmospheric cityscapes. Also, for fans of Mitsuishiâs work (Sailor Moon! Utena! Evangelion!), Iâd say NOIR is a must-watch for her performance alone; her Mireille is brittle and proud, and she brings so much humanity and nuance to the role. In fact, I donât care if youâre a fan of Mitsuishi or Kajiura or assassins or whatever, please just try the first episodeâ this anime deserves way more love!
3. Puella Magi Madoka Magica (12 episodes, 2011) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
Puella Magi Madoka Magica opens with ordinary middle school girl Kaname Madoka (Yuuki Aoi) standing in the ruins of her hometown, watching as a lone girl struggles to defend what remains of the city against a much more powerful enemy. A little rabbit-like creature informs Madoka that the girl is sure to lose without her help, and so Madoka decides to become a magical girl right then and thereâ at which point she wakes up and dismisses it as a strange nightmare. But then that very day, her school receives a new transfer student who looks just like that mysterious girl, and she also finds a hurt animal that closely resembles the rabbit-like creature from her dream. Madoka is then faced with certain questions: do magical girls actually exist, and will she become one herself?
Since Madoka Magica was all the rage back in the early 2010s, I donât think it too much of a spoiler to say that the cheery first three episodes hide a dark, gritty story which uses the concept of magical girls to explore the tumultuousness of adolescence. The queer subtext only comes in at the end but tight plotting and inventive presentation make this show a quick watchâ and if youâre the type who likes queerness in fiction to be intense, world-shakingly significant, and a wee bit problematic, the payoff should be more than enough. A word of warning: there is a movie sequel called Rebellion, but if youâre happy with the ending of the anime, itâs best not to watch it (although I love the movie, myself).
Side note: I wonât go into it too much due to spoilers but if you liked Madoka Magica you might want to check out Serial Experiments Lain â even if most of it is utterly incomprehensible (as it was to me), itâs worth watching until the very end (wink). Also, for the rare fan of Rebellion, Adolescence of Utena is a must-watch if you havenât checked it out already; so much can be said about its conceptual and aesthetic influences on Rebellion!
4. Haibane Renmei (13 episodes, 2002) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
(Note: slight spoilers about the tone and overall themes of the show â but I think itâs necessary for the purpose of writing a more representative summary.)
Written by ABe Yoshitoshi â character designer of cult classic anime Serial Experiments Lain and author of the very unfinished manga which this show adapts and significantly develops â Haibane Renmei starts off as a light-fantasy slice-of-life anime following freshly-arrived Rakka (Hirohashi Ryou) as she searches for a suitable job in the town of Glie, before transforming into a nuanced exploration of grief and depression about halfway through. To say more would be really too spoilery, but I just want to say that this has probably the most grounded and sensitive depiction of depression I have seen in an anime; it shows that sometimes people struggle even if everyone around them is kind and supportive, but remains hopeful about the healing power of time and understanding. The subtext is between the protagonist and Reki (Noda Junko), the first person she meets, who also helps her get acclimatised to her new life in Glie. Again, I wonât say more, but their relationship really is wonderful. That being said, this show does touch upon suicide and suicidal ideation in the course of discussing these themes, so please steer clear if that is something you are wary of.
5. .hack//SIGN (26 episodes, 2002) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
A standalone spinoff of the .hack PS2 games, this show was the most well-known anime about players getting trapped inside a multiplayer game before Sword Art Onlineâs arrival in 2012 (ironically, Kajiura Yuki composed the music for both). Rather than being an action-adventure story about a heroic protagonist trying to find a way back to the real world, SIGN stands out as an introspective piece, far more interested in the psychology of those who play online games and the issues of human connection and identity. In fact, the female protagonist is all too happy to remain within the MMORPG as male player-avatar Tsukasa (Saiga Mitsuki) after becoming unable to log out; the story is more about how the player grows to accept the real world with the help of the other players she meets, rather than about figuring out the exit route.
On the F/F side, some way into the series, Tsukasa makes an instant connection with fellow player-character Subaru (Nazuka Kaori) and they soon start spending a lot of time together. I really love their scenes together; the series' masterful use of body language, framing, and music all comes together to create these beautifully tender moments of intimacy. Although thereâs no kiss scene nor explicit discussion of dating etc., a lot of the other characters talk about their relationship and perceive it as being romantic, to the point where one gets homophobically âworriedâ about Subaru when they find out that the player controlling male avatar Tsukasa is female. Tsukasa and Subaru's relationship becomes a lynchpin for both characters' development, and in general is used to illustrate the series' underlying themes in a thoughtful and heartwarming way.
6. Read or Die / R.O.D. the TV (26 episodes, 2003) Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
A spinoff of the Read or Die series which takes more from espionage thrillers and Hong Kong action flicks than shounen anime, R.O.D. the TV takes the unusual approach of starting with its main character - elite paper-maniuplating superspy Yomiko Readman (Miura Rieko) - being nowhere to be seen after burning down the British Library in a dramatic resignation announcement. Instead of focusing on her, or the spy agencies clashing in her absence, the story instead follows her friend Sumiregawa Nenene (Yukino Satsuki), who joins up with a trio of sisters with paper-manipulating powers and criminal connections in her quest to find out what happened to Yomiko. The queerness is mainly implied through Nenene's focus on Yomiko, which is unrequited and sadly fizzles out narratively speaking in the back half. Unfortunately, this is coupled with an increased focus on more heteronormative topics, such as Yomiko's grief over her dead male lover, and the child one of the characters had with the villain of the OVA. That being said, I also want to shout out this series' surprisingly earnest depiction of budding queerness in a young (like, elementary-school young) side character - something that is rare in fiction even now.
7. Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury (24 episodes, 2022) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
The most recent entry on this list by far (the final episode aired just a day ago at time of writing), The Witch from Mercury initially seems to forgo the Gundam franchiseâs usual grand scale, being set in an academy run by the corporate giant Benerit Group. Main character and new student Suletta Mercury (Ichinose Kana) - the franchiseâs first female protagonist since its beginnings in 1979 - accidentally bumbles her way into fighting a mecha duel, and, when she wins, is shocked to find that she is now engaged to the sole heiress of that self-same corporate giant, her classmate Miorine Rembran (Lynn). So far so Utena, but after the first episode, things start to diverge significantly: though the duels continue, the focus shifts to how big-picture tensions such as the manoeuvring within the Benerit Group and the conflict between the space colonisers and people on Earth play out within the student body, and how the arrival of Suletta and her mysteriously cutting-edge mecha start to shake up the status quo⌠until things come to an explosive head.
For those who curious about G-Witch due to Suletta and Miorine, but who wouldnât normally be interested in Gundam or space operas, Iâll just say that if the hype has led you to expect a big queer romance where Suletta and Miorine shout their love from the rooftops, well, thatâs not how it goes. Itâs a mecha anime first and foremost, after all! But lower your expectations and you may be pleasantly surprised. Season 1 offers plenty to enjoy in terms of Sulettaâs earnest attempts to be a good âbridegroomâ and the tsundere Miorineâs bouts of jealousy over Suletta. And while their relationship takes a bit of a back seat in Season 2 due to there being So Much going on, it remains one of the key elements of the series and their scenes together are the emotional peaks of the season.
Side note: Some might criticise Gundam for taking so long to have a female main character, but letâs not forget about how the even older Ultraman (1966), Kamen Rider (1971), and Super Sentai (1975) franchises still have not had a single mainline series featuring a female protagonist⌠Come on guys, Iâm dying for a female-led Kamen Rider over here!
8. Black Rock Shooter (8 episodes, 2010) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
One of the two anime inspired by the Hatsune Miku song of the same name, this Okada Mari-penned series hones in on the passionate friendships and jealousies of a group of middle-school girls. In a twist that feels informed by the psychological allegory of the popular Persona games, this interpersonal drama plays out in the surreal battle world of the music video, with the titular Black Rock Shooter being the main characterâs alter-ego. Of particular interest is the first halfâs focus on the blossoming friendship between protagonist Kuroi Mato (Hanazawa Kana) and her shy classmate Takanashi Yomi (Sawashiro Miyuki), which has strong overtones of two girls developing crushes on each other â it doesnât go smoothly, but hey, thatâs life.
9. Izetta: The Last Witch (12 episodes, 2016) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
Set during what is basically World War 2, Izetta: The Last Witch asks the daring question of âWhat if a small European country about to be invaded by alternate-history Nazi Germany could fight back with magic⌠and what if it was (subtextually) yuri?â The show follows politically-minded princess FinĂŠ as she and her best friend (read: girlfriend) Izetta think up ways to leverage the latterâs witchy gifts to save the country from invasion â a rare case of a military anime where female characters are significantly involved at the strategic stage. Those who enjoy the classic princess-and-knight trope may find something to like as long as they are fine with FinĂŠ and Izetta not having much relationship development (as their dynamic is established from the start) and them not having many one-on-one scenes together (as the seriesâ main focus is on the political manoeuvring). Note that this show is also pretty heavy on the fanservice â IIRC there was at least one moment of egregious sexualisation per episode.
Side note: those who like Izetta may also want to check out Last Exile: Fam, the Silver Wing, a female-focused dieselpunk anime with a lot of military strategizing and a very cool world setting, though Izetta is better-paced and the main relationship is much more plot-significant. (That being said I do like the relationship between Fam side characters Tatiana and Alistair⌠Tatiana is probably the adult character with the most screentime in Fam, being the main charactersâ commanding officer, and although itâs very background, she has this cutely settled dynamic with former piloting partner turned wife right-hand woman Alistair.)
10. Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll (movie, 2019) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
(Note: this entryâs a slightly weird one, it only covers the first 40 minutes of this movie due to it being basically two episodic stories smushed together into a single package, and only the earlier story is relevant to this list.)
In this standalone spinoff of the Violet Evergarden anime series â itself an adaptation of the light novel series by Akatsuki Kana â the titular protagonist Violet (Ishikawa Yui) takes a break from ghostwriting letters to serve as companion to aloof young noblewoman Isabella York (Kotobuki Minako) in her last months of finishing school. The story is a quiet coming-of-age tale focusing on how the kind (and rather dashing!) Violet helps Isabella to open up, or, in simpler terms, itâs fodder for butler-and-lady fans. Donât get your hopes up too much, though: Violet learning about her romantic feelings for her deceased male superior is one of the main throughlines of the anime, and this (half of the) movie also ends with a heterosexual arranged marriage for Isabella. That being said, this movie is really a feast for the eyes, its historical-fantasy setting being brought out with beautiful backgrounds and detailed linework, so itâs worth checking out if you donât mind the very Class S narrative.
Side note: if you want F/F butler-and-lady or princess-and-knight vibes I would really recommend watching Fate/Zero for Saber and Irisviel â yes Irisviel is already married to one of the (male) main characters and yes Saber is absolutely the main love interest for the famously-straight Fate/stay night, but their dynamic is really good and Saber gets to wear a stylish suit and be all chivalrous to a woman⌠Please watch the third episode of season 1 at leastâŚ
11. Canaan (13 episodes, 2009) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
Thereâs quite a lot going on in Canaan â perhaps unsurprisingly so for a spinoff of the FMV visual novel 428: Shibuya Scramble, which is famous for its intertwined storylines â but in true action-movie blockbuster style, all you really need to know is that the titular mercenary Canaan (Sawashiro Miyuki) is on a hunt for her mentorâs protĂŠgĂŠ-turned-murderer, and a lot of flashy fighting is involved. Also, there's no need to worry if you haven't played the original game, as Canaan is pretty much a standalone work and all of the significant characters are original to the anime. Yuri-minded viewers may enjoy her clashes with the villain Alphard (Sakamoto Maaya), but the main source of F/F subtext is her relationship with the young photographer Maria (Nanjo Yoshino), for whom she cares deeply and must rescue on multiple occasions. However, do be warned that the one canonically queer character in the show â Alphardâs subordinate Liang Qi (Tanaka Rie), who is fixated on her boss â is handled very badly, being portrayed as a raving predatory lesbian who is mocked, rejected, and finally killed by the object of her affections. Canaan and Mariaâs relationship is also framed very definitively as friendship by the end of the series, although they donât get paired off with male characters. IIRC thereâs also some fanservice but I canât remember the details as it was a long time ago, sorry.
12. Ga-Rei: Zero (12 episodes, 2008) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
Back in the old days, I had heard this show talked about in the same breath as yuri classics such as Kannazuki no Miko and Mai-Hime, and, well, like those series it comes with significant caveats (though thankfully there is no sexual assault). Although itâs a prequel to the Ga-Rei manga by Segawa Hajime, the anime is basically standalone and focuses on original characters Kagura (Chihara Minori) and Yomi (Mizuhara Kaoru), the latter of whom welcomes protagonist Kagura into her family and demon-hunting squad, only to leave the team in a devastating betrayal. After the explosive opening, the series jumps back to explore the events leading up to that point; fans of director Aoki Eiâs work on Fate/Zero should note that the dark tone disappears in the third episode and never quite comes back even when things get serious. Viewers should also keep their F/F expectations in check, since despite the premise I would say the series is more plot- than character-focused, and on top of that a significant amount of time is devoted to Yomiâs relationship with her male fiancĂŠ (Yomi and Kagura have more screentime together, but thereâs not much development whereas Yomi and her fiancĂŠ are given a whole romantic arc). There is one very fanservicey scene between Kagura and Yomi in a car early on (in episode 3?) which viewers may want to skip, but IIRC itâs an outlier and the rest of the series is nowhere near as bad.
Bonus Rounds
1. Sailor Moon S / Season 3 (38 episodes, 1994) (subtext) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
Possibly the most widely-known F/F couple in anime, Haruka and Michiru (Ogata Megumi and Katsuki Masako, respectively), make their first appearance in episode 3 of the third season as mysterious newcomers who refuse to work alongside the Sailor Senshi. Apart from being consistently framed as an ideal couple throughout (they practically cruise to victory in a coupleâs contest in episode 5 of S3), they also get some juicy narrative moments, being the main subject of the excellent episodes 17 and 21 â the latter being the mid-season climax. They return in S5 but I havenât watched that season yet.
Side note: Utena fans may be particularly interested to hear that the aforementioned Haruka-and-Michiru-centric episodes 17 and 21 are helmed by key Utena creatives. Both were written by Enokido Yoji, Utena's lead scriptwriter, while episode 17 was directed by Igarashi Takuya (who storyboarded 5 Utena episodes) and episode 21 was directed by Utena director Ikuhara Kunihiko himself.
2. Mai-Hime (26 episodes, 2004) (canon) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
Way back when, Mai-Hime was very popular among yuri fans for including a canonically queer female character who was in love with another female character⌠even though, like in Kannazuki no Miko which was broadcast the same year, she commits sexual assault against her. For those still curious, Mai-Hime starts out as a quirky fighting-monsters-and-going to school anime but turns into a battle royale where characters fight each other using robots â the twist being that the robots symbolise their love for the person most precious to them, and if destroyed, that person will die. The queer storyline comes in only in the last quarter or so, but is compellingly told and at least the queer character isnât quite as maniacal or otherwise demonised compared to some others (looking at you, Liang Qi in Canaan). It's a fun reveal, so I won't spoil it here even if you're likely to have heard of it already.
3. Psycho-Pass (41 episodes + 3 movies, 2012) (canon) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
Psycho-Pass is set in a dystopian world where people are rated on their criminal tendencies; the main charactersâ job as police officers is to arrest those whose tendencies exceed a certain level. The F/F is canon but very, very background; one of the surprise twists of the finale is that forensics expert Karanomori Shion (Sawashiro Miyuki), whose appearance screams âsexy doctor characterâ but is played with surprising warmth by Sawashiro, is actually in a relationship with seemingly aloof field officer Kunizuka Yayoi (Itou Shizuka). I only watched the first season and so canât comment on the rest, but apparently they are still in a relationship in the third season.
4. My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! (24 episodes + movie, 2020) (canon) - Anime News Network | MyAnimeList
An adaptation of Yamaguchi Satoruâs popular light novel series, this show headed the wave of reincarnated-villainess isekai, focusing on the bumbling Catarina Claes (Uchida Maaya) â in actuality an otaku who has been reincarnated into an otome game â as she tries desperately to remove her characterâs image as a villainess and thereby inadvertently attracts the attentions of many a suitor. Among this reverse harem are three female characters Maria Campbell (Hayami Saori), Mary Hunt (Okasaki Miho), and Sophia Ascart (Minase Inori).
While the female suitorsâ romantic interest in Catarina is generally not undermined or played as a joke, they are not necessarily treated as equally valid options compared to the male suitors - it doesn't feel like Catarina has a real chance of ending up with any of the female characters. I've heard this starts becoming more obvious in S2 (which I haven't watched), which apparently focuses on Catarina's relationship development with one particular male suitor compared to the others. Also, the VN spinoff had 6 routes in total (all 4 male suitors + 2 original male characters) but did not include a single female route, despite being non-canon in nature.
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Part 1
Young Daryl Dixon x Reader (no apocalypse AU)
Read part 2 here
Synopsis- No outbreak and modern ish day AU (set in 2007-2010 era) Reader moves to the Georgia mountains, to live with her dad for her final year of school, as her mum is going travelling with her new husband. She meets a shy redneck boy with a tragic background, who immediately captures her heart.
Warnings - mentions of abuse, tragic upbringings, mentions of injury, feelings, friends to lovers, judgemental town people, readers dad is a sweetheart, reader has good relationships with both parents, but her mum is described as flakey and free spirited. My terrible writing as always (this is me practicing đ¤Ł) slow burn, no outbreak, not cannon at all obviously, love confessions, reader sticking up for Daryl, both reader and Daryl being protective, smut in later chapters but not this one.
Let me know if Iâve forgotten anything
Word count - 3.8K
It was the start of fall, leaves were beginning to change and a cooler breeze was starting to hit the small town you were now going to call home. Green valley resided in the mountains of northern Georgia, population 680 people. It was where your Dad had bought a mountain cabin, just outside of town with a 100 acre orchard. He had purchased the property just over a year ago, in hopes of a slower life. He sold his Californian condo, and made the lengthy move to Georgia.
Your parents divorced when you were 12 years old, it had been a long and lengthy process, and they hadnât left on the best of terms. Your mum took sole custody of you, but you stayed holidays and the summer period with your dad. Even so you had a great relationship with both your parents, growing up had been pretty uneventful, though your mum was somewhat of a free spirit. Now you were 18 years old, in your final year of high school and full of life. Youâd inherited the free spirit of your mother, but the hard working mind of your dad.
Your mum had moved on with her life re marrying a lovely man called Ari, he was also very much a free spirit, and theyâd planned a two year travelling trip together. This is what had lead you to leave your shared home in Arizona, and move in with your dad at his new mountain home. You had a good feeling about this move, maybe small town life would suit you? Would it be quieter life or an adventure? You didnât know, but you were excited to find out.
Perched on the passenger seat of your dads Chevy truck, you drove through the valleys and mountains in comfortable silence. Taking in the sights, the gorgeous autumn colours and breathing in the fresh air. You wound down the window letting your arm fall out, pushing your fingers through the wind.
âItâs good to have you home kiddoâ your dad admitted, âItâs going to be nice having you with me againâ he continues, nodding contently to himself.
âYeahâ you smile, âIâve missed this, the two of us hanging outâ. He turns to give you a genuine smile, it must be lonely being in the mountain lodge by himself, you decide. Pulling up outside the cabin you gasp âwowâ you exclaimed, itâs much bigger and prettier than the pictures he sent you showed. A beautiful stone wrap around porch and neat log exterior, thereâs a few planted trees out the front, and gas lamps adorning the entry way. It looked like something out of a fairytale, and you were incredibly excited to see the inside. Taking your phone out, you quickly snap a few photos to send your mum.
Your dad smiled at your childlike wonder as you admired the cabin. âIâm glad you like it honey bee, letâs get you all settled inâ. The inside was just as lovely, large brick fireplace and open planned living downstairs, three large bedrooms with en-suites and a study upstairs. Your dad showed you to your room, then gave you space to unpack and settle in. Once unpacked and showered you came down to your dad serving dinner, âI donât know if your hungry, but I made your favourite, at least I hope itâs still your favourite?â Your dad asks with a small laugh.
âIt most certainly is! Thanks dadâ
âGoodâ he nods.
âUmmm God, this is amazingâ you groan happily. Your dad huffed a laugh, âI forgot how good your cooking is! Mumâs terrible, we end up with burnt dinner or takeout most nightsâ you laughed.
âWell Iâm glad to get a proper home cooked meal into you then!â
âSoo I spoke to your new head teacher and the school is giving you this next week off, to you know settle in. Then you start a week Monday, so I thought you could spend some time this next week, getting to know the town and the area. We can go for lunch tomorrow in town if ya like?â Your dad explained.
âYeah that all sounds great dadâ you agreed.
One whole week to settle in, yeah that sounds ok you thought. Gives me time to maybe get to know some people too, get to know the route to school. You ate in comfortable silence, before helping your dad clean up and get an early night, it had been a long day and you were exhausted.
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The next morning you woke to birds chirping and leaves rustling. Golden rays were casted through your window causing a warm glow, floating dust particles visible in the streaks of light. A soft breeze was filtering in through the small crack you left open last night, hoping to remove some of the evenings humidity. You determined right then that waking up like this in nature was wonderful, no cars honking or children screaming like the busy neighbourhood you lived in back in Arizona, just peace.
You spent the morning folding your clothes into draws, setting up your laptop and organising your desk space. Before getting ready for lunch out with your dad, you decided faded jeans and a band tee would work, it was exciting to get out and see your new local town, but a little overwhelming too. It was a big change from your life before, and an adjustment period would definitely be needed. Nonetheless it was nice to be spending some quality time with your dad.
âYou ready to go kiddo?â You dad calls up the stairs.
âYeah! Now comingâ you yell back, bounding down the stairs.
Driving to town didnât take long, you watched out the passenger window paying attention to the area and the amenities. The lakes, mountains and colourful leaves were so picturesque.
The town centre was small but well equipped. From what you could tell there were a few restaurants, at least three coffee shops, a hardware shop, a post office, a supermarket, a couple of convenience stores and a surgery. Not including the school and garage on the outskirts.
Pulling up outside a small timber clad diner your dad parks and grins at you, âYour gonna love this place! They have the best pie and great views of the lakeâ he stated. âAwesome!â You reply hopping out the truck.
Walking inside you take in the place, thereâs large windows placed all along the back of the diner, looking out directly onto the lake, thereâs warm lighting and the whole place has a very cozy feel. An older woman about 60-65 years old you guessed came bouncing over. âWell hi Allan itâs good to see you, this must be your beautiful daughter Iâve heard so much about?!!â She gushed
âHey Susie how are you? Youâd be right, this hereâs my daughter y/nâ your dad replied to the bubbly woman.
âHey itâs nice to meet youâ you added
âIsnât she a sweetheart Allen, you must be so proud, you know y/n your dad here hasnât shut up about you coming for weeks nowâ she sang, playful glint in her eyes. You smiled kindly back at her, feeling relatively embarrassed by the attention. âWell you choose a seat hunni, and Iâll be right over to take your ordersâ she continued before walking off.
âShe seems friendlyâ you stated. Your dad lets out a laugh at your uncomfortableness, âYeah, small town honeybee. Everyone knows everyone here and they all talk, a lotâ he emphasises. âHmmâ you sigh this was something youâll need to get used too.
You chose a seat with a view by the large windows, and as if reading your mind he hummed âYouâll get used to it.
After lunch you both walked through the town, while your dad stopped at the convenience store to collect some necessities, you busied yourself looking through the aisles, choosing some snacks for yourself. You could hear your dad chattering to the woman on the cashier, everyone in this town really did know everybody. When you looked up your eyes met a pair of bright blue, belonging a boy around your age with scruffy light brown hair, worn clothes and a couple of cute moles adorning his face. You smile at him, he offers a small smile back before looking away bashfully. âHi, Iâm y/nâ you offer, âDarylâ he mumbles back.
âItâs nice to meet you Daryl, do you live around here?â You ask.
âYeah umm not too far, jus down by da creakâ he replies. You offer another warm smile, âIâve just moved here with my dad, maybe Iâll see you round?â You add. Daryl nods looking at his feet, he seems incredibly shy you think.
âY/n, you done?â Your dad calls, you follow his voice to the checkout and hand him the two candy bars youâve chosen. âJust these pleaseâ you confirm. You look back to the other end of the shop seeing Daryl chatting with another guy, probably in his late 20s.
âI wouldnât talk to that boy if I were youâ the lady on the cashier interrupts your thoughts. You take the time to read her name tag âWendyâ âHmmâ you reply âwhy not? He seems nice enough, awfully shyâ you continue.
âThey are the Dixonâs the taller one is the older brother Merle, heâs always causing trouble, in and out of jail. Their dad is a drunk, and lord knows he hits those boys. The older ones left home now but comes back frequently. Darylâs in school still so he still lives with his dad. Itâs only a matter of time before he starts behaving the same way, Iâm sure of itâ she rants in whispered hush. You frown, you donât like that. Heâs done nothing wrong yet, but already branded by the town because of his family. But before you can say anything your dad pipes up âWell we best be going, lots to do before this one starts schoolâ. âWell good luck sugar just pay mind to what I said, you seem like a sweet girl, and this town talksâ the cashier lady implores. You give a tight lipped smile before leaving with your dad.
The walk back to the car is deadly silent and you are stewing your inner monologue âhow dare sheâ and âif she knows heâs hitting the boys, why hasnât anything been done?â. Your dad turns to you reading you like a book, âHey I get it, you donât like injustice I know thatâ he interrupts your thoughts, looking up at him you sigh âIt just doesnât seem fairâ. âI know baby girl, if you want to befriend that boy, you do it. I know we raised you to be kinder than that, and hey you could use a friendâ he replies. You smile at him âYeah maybe Iâll see him at schoolâ you nod agreeing with your dad.
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Three days pass in a blur, you sign up to the local surgery and check all your medical details have been passed over correctly. You find the local library and spend most of Monday getting lost in books, you try a local cafe and enjoy drinking your coffee while walking around one of the lakes. You even chat to a few locals, getting to know the town better. But your mind keeps reeling back to the boy with the blue eyes, Daryl Dixon, youâd never met someone so painstakingly shy before, and your a bit shy yourself hating being the centre of any attention.
Wednesday comes around and you need to pop by the school to get your class schedule, your dad takes you so he can get any needed information too. Stood in the principles office, going over everything youâll need, your mind wonders off. While your dads chatting up a storm, your gaze wonders out of the window.
You spot him sitting under a tree with a sketch pad or writing book in his hands, itâs too far away to really make out. But heâs sat all alone, while all the other kids hang out in their favoured groups, Daryl just sits by himself quietly. This boy has really intrigued you, does he not have any friends to sit with? Are the kids in this school as cruel as the narrow minded adults who roam this town.
âExcuse me missâ you interrupt, âCould I please have a wonder round? Get my bearings before Monday?â You ask politely. âYes of course you can dearâ she replies handing you a piece of paper âHereâs a map, so you donât get lost, take half an hour or so, thereâs a lot I need to go through with your dad here anywaysâ you explains. You nod thanking her before exiting the room, one mission in mind, finding your way over to Daryl.
Navigating the schools corridors wasnât too difficult, and you found yourself by the back doors which lead the the playing field fairly quickly. You spotted the large tree smiling to yourself when you found he was still sat underneath its shady branches, lost in whatever he was doing. You slowly approached trying to not startle him, when your figure casts a shadow he looks up squinting from the suns rays, slight frown between his brows. âHeyâ you hesitated, worrying now that you had overstepped. But once he realised who you were he visibly relaxed, âHey yer the gurl from da store Saturday rite?â He questions, his southern drawl thick âand adorable you findâ âYeah thatâs me, do you mind if I sit?â You ask, he gestures for you to go ahead, so you ungracefully plop down next to him. âWhat year are you in if you donât mind me asking?â You request, smiling at him slightly hoping to put the shy boy at ease.
âIâm in ma final year, tho this is ma second time tryinâ Iâm nineteen. You?â He replies, heâs nervously fiddling with a small twig on the floor, cheeks tinged pink. âIâm in my final year too, Iâm eighteen. Iâve just moved here from Arizona. I was living with my mum, but she and her new husband wanted to go travelling, so umm I came here to live with my dad for a whileâ you explain.
âSo wat ur ma just made you leave?â He questions small frown returning.
âOh no no, not at allâ you reply crossing your arms in motion with your reply. âNo I decided to live with my dad again, Iâve missed him and itâs quieter here, I was ready for the changeâ you continue. Daryl gives you a Quick look before nodding at your statement.
âYou startin' here soon den?â Daryl mused, âYeah I start Mondayâ you reply with a smile, your eyes meeting his blue. Daryl looks forward then his brows pinching together, âWell I wudnt be seen wiv me if ya hopinâ to fit in wiv everyone hereâ Daryl sighs. âI donât care what anyone here thinks, and you shouldnât have to feel like that Darylâ you affirm. He turns to you worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, you can tell heâs not used to this, kindness, and it breaks your heart. He makes a small grunt, before fiddling with the twig again. âAnyways I like you Daryl, Iâll look forward to seeing you again Mondayâ you smile, before getting up to head back towards the school to find your dad.
Daryl watches after you as you leave, face as red as a tomato. Heâs never had someone actively seek him out before, and he doesnât really know how to take it. But he likes you too, you seem sincere and kind, thereâs not many like that in this town. He smiles thinking that maybe he himself is looking forward to Monday too.
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It was Friday morning and by now you were becoming a little stir crazy, your dad was great he really was, but he was aloof at times. You think he was trying to give you some space, maybe you were just so used to your erratic mother constantly talking your ear off, and her demonstrative personality. Therefore making your dad seem rather quiet and distant, he checked in to make sure you had what you needed though, and he always spent meal times with you.
This morning he was tending his orchard, getting it ready for the autumn harvest, you knew he had hired some helpers to help him sort things, heâd said this may take most of the day, so you needed to find a way to entertain yourself.
After sipping your morning coffee peacefully on the porch, watching the trees rustle in the breeze, you decide maybe a hike in the forest would do you the world of good. So you pack up a bag of necessities, grab your hiking boots, a map and set off.
As you walk through the forest trails, the sun casts through the trees causing halos of soft glowing light, dew drops hang off branches and itâs all breathtakingly beautiful. You pause for a moment breathing in the forest air, and listening to the sounds of nature, until you hear a soft sniffle. You quietly pad yourself in the direction of the sound, it was definitely a person softly crying âwhat if someoneâs hurt or lostâ you think. So you hastily make your way over, coming to a small clearing, where thereâs a beautiful tiny meadow tiny flowers and fluffy dandelions fill the space. But there sat in the middle is Daryl, he has his head in his knees and his arms are hugging his legs.
You slowly walk over towards him treading as lightly as possible to not startle him, but he hears you instantly, his head snapping up in your direction. âWat do yer wantâ he snaps, you recoil slightly, however you can see heâs hurting so you swallow it down and continue your way over. âI heard you from back there, I was out on a walkâ you reply hesitantly. Daryl nods wiping his eyes with the back of his hands ferociously, you can see he hates to be seen in such a vulnerable moment.
You plonk yourself down next to him âWant to talk about it?â You ask. He debates this for a moment, he hates being open and vulnerable, but he canât remember the last time he had anyone to talk too, Merle was never emotionally available, hell he was barely ever physically available these days. So he swallows down his pride âMa dad was out last nigh drinkin, came in about three this morninâ I woke up from his bangin, tried ta help him ta bed. He didnât take it too wellâ he sniffled, Daryl looks at you then and you canât help the small gasp when you see his eye, which was clearly hidden by his mop of hair before. It was black n blue and very swollen.
âOh my goodness Daryl! One second I have a iced water bottle in my bagâ you swallowed, you search through your back pack pulling out the bottle and the spare vest top you carry, wrapping the bottle in the fabric you place it over his eye as gently as you can muster. He still flinches, like you were going to hurt him and your heart shatters. âHere it will help with the swelling and bruisingâ you offer, and he lets you help him then, carefully watching you as you hold the iced bottle over his bad eye. Heâd never had anyone look after him like this before, never been nobody who cared enough to help him. He finds himself leaning into you then, and you have to hide your smile by biting your bottom lip. You notice then his lips bust too, dried blood around it âHere hold this in place, I have some alcohol wipes in here for those cutsâ you affirm, letting go of the bottle and searching you bag once more. Finding your small first aid kit you pull out the wipes, ripping the packet before shuffling closer to him again. âThis may sting a little sorryâ you sympathised, he lets out a small hiss as you gently place it on his lip, dabbing the alcohol into the cut and cleaning off the blood, before doing the same to the cut on his eyebrow.
âThere all done, just keep that ice on your eye for a bit okâ you advise. âOkâ he agrees. You spend the rest of the day with him, chatting about everything, even if it was you doing most of the talking. You find out that the meadow is halfway between both your homes, he tells you more about his dad and how nothings ever been done because people donât care about rednecks like them, Merle got away, got involved in drug deals and fights, left Daryl to deal with their abusive father on his own.
Daryl tells you how he spends most of his time in the forest when heâs not at school, to get away from his dad, but that his father barely notices when heâs gone. He hadnât gone into school today after his dad beat him, he just ran here. You decide then youâd do your upmost to help him, there was just something about this boy, he captured your attention that first day in the shop, but just a few days in and heâs already stolen part of your heart.
By then time you arrived home early that evening, you had a unmissable smile on your face, your dad notices straight away âYou enjoy your hike honey bee? Thanks for the note Iâd have worried otherwiseâ he comments. âYeah it was nice, I spent the day with Daryl, bumped into him on the trailâ you smile. âAh I see, Iâm glad youâve made a friendâ he answers âYou hungry? Dinners almost readyâ âYeah starving!â You declare.
Laying in bed later that night you pull out your phone, youâd exchanged numbers with Daryl earlier and couldnât wait to message.
âHey, fancy a walk around the south lake tomorrow?
Y/Nâ
âYah sure, thnks fer today, 10am ok?â
You grin instantly at his reply,
âYeah perfect, meet you there? Or I can pick you up?â
âNah Iâll meet ya thereâ
âOk see you tomorrow, goodnight Darylâ
âNite y/nâ
You were really looking forward to tomorrow now.
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#daryl dixion x reader#young Daryl Dixon#daryl dixion imagine#daryl x reader#daryl dixon#no apocalypse
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I was reading a Cherik fanfic a while ago before this thought invested in my brain and won't leave. I'm not sure if anyone has pointed this out with Xmen first class, but if they have great to know, I'm not the only one with this thought.
I noticed the way that Charles and Erik help mutants learn to control their powers and are really different. While Charles has that teacher mindset, where he's inspiring them and telling them that it's alright for them not to get it down right away. Making them feel somewhat comfortable with this mutation they have.
Erik is, in my words, brute forcing them into learning. a scene that comes to mind was when Charles, Banshee, him and Hank were on top of the satellite trying to help Banshee scream enough to push him up in his wing suit. And Erik ignores Banshee nervousness he just pushes the kid, which does work, and the kid is able to create the right frequency to push himself up.
What I'm getting at here is that I think that's the only way Erik knows how to help someone control their mutation. Because he had the same thing happen to, when Shaw killed his mother to get him to move the coin. He only knows how to put someone in that fear, and rage state of mind will get them to do something to protect themselves.
Anyway, it's just a thought that won't leave my head like a nasty bee.
#the way these two devastating gay men have taken over my life is nuts#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#magneto#xmen#xmen first class
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I find Marc covered up fully underneath his leathers, upto his neck & wrists, so fascinating when we have the others in half sleeves, mesh or nothing. I can't remember if he always was that way or changed midway, if there was a particular reason? If Alex does the same? It just gives regency era eldest spinster daughter hair tied up tight covered up to the neck waiting for the highest titled rake to come show her the pleasures waiting for her.
marc would be SOOOO good at the kate sharma of it all. like bridgerton season two is in many ways rosquez 2 me. marc WOULD deny himself love and marriage if he convinced himself it would protect alex and vale WOULLD close himself off from love for fear of losing anyone he loved ever again after the untimely death of his [dont worry about it] from a bee sting. perfect set up for vale to decide to court marc's much more agreeable and younger (NOT A SPINSTERRRR) brother who because he needs someone to secure the family's future with and alex is one of the most eligible and educated bachelors on the market. and he knows he will never fall in love with him. whereas marc is known for going on crazy person horse rides (how he first meets vale) and pissing people off. and ALEX is locked in this fun codependency thing with marc, where marc sacrificed so much to get him there from spain and its the only way they can like. still live in the same household because the marquez finances are a lil shaky for regency reasons (alex it should be noted will fall for vale's ward franky SO fast and they shall have their own tortured by familial obligation repressed regency drama please trust this. it WOULD involve alex saving franky from bandits. again trust.)
so anyways vale commits to courting the idea of alex. butttt marc and vale. kind of hit it off. chemistry! goofballs ! a game of crochet that legitimately turns a little dangerous (marc is. cheating the whole time lmao. vale is ALSO cheating he is kicking balls into the bushes and. possibly. checking out marc's ass when he bends over to fetch them. victimless crime looking never hurt anyone.) truly luca meets marc and is like lovely to meet the man my brother plans to marry :) and alex vale marc are all like. um. hah. about that. EVERYONE can see and marc and vale are down fucking horrendous but are cutting themselves off from love so aggressively its UPSETTING ! vale CANNOT lose anyone he loves and marc will sacrifice EVERYTHING for alex's future so they are locked in horny tension for monthsss. it is. insanely horny close proximity sniffing. it is. dancing at balls probably more than is strictly proper. it is. marc getting pushed into a body of water and having to strip off his paper thin old-timey shirttttt. getting wayyyy too into betting on horse races like they are throwing elbows. alone in various well dressed rooms breathing the same air SO much yearning and holding back because like. they CANT do that to alex (alex. does not want that man lmao).
until finallyyyyy its alex and vale's wedding day and marc feels like hes going to THROW UPPPPPP. worlds saddest little spinster. pale sad brave face on. but he walks in and vale is just. he cant take his fucking eyes off marc. at the alter in a church in his best suit. he cant stop looking at him. and he feels like hes going to cry but he doesnt know why. and alex walks in and looks at the two of them looking like they want to DIE and it clicks. right then. that theyre in love (huge relief off of his shoulders tbh. already sexting franky via horny letter in his mindpalace) like alex KNOWS his brother and he KNOWS the only way get marc to stop doing something self destructive is for alex to tell him he doesnt have to. so he turns away from vale and he takes marc's hands. and he calls of the wedding.
BUT that doesnt resolve our central conceit on vale's end. what do you do when the scariest thing in the world is the person you love dying. and that is a belief that has been informed by person you love dying trauma. well in vale's case you simply have to realize YOU ARE ALREADY IN LOVE... TOO LATE IDIOT. having them and MAYBE losing them is better than never having them and losing them ANYWAYYY. so in this its like. the wedding falls through, alex marries franky so hes fine, and marc gets in a HORSE RIDING ACCIDENT ! and its uh. not looking good. and marc almost DIES and vale wasnt even THERE and he didnt knowwww how vale feels. he never got to be with him :( truly life is fleeting go fuck your twink :( finds out marc is going to be okay and cries for hmm. maybe the first time in ten years? and then they get married :)
#thinking about marc saying once my brother is married i will return to spain and vale being like. haha what. what do you mean by that.#like i donât think marc would actually leave franky but if franky and alex are good to go back marc is GONEEEE#motogp#callie speaks#asks#rosquez#this is too long and i looked at it for so long. be free.#*âleave alex. whatever you understand.
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Sebastian Michaelis x phantomhive manor resident, gnc reader. 2nd pov r18
contains: obsessive behavior, invasion of privacy/personal property, scent kink, deranged pining, monster anatomy, monster fucking. Not proof read im sorry
You tolerated him most days. Some days you treated him as if he were irredeemable, as snarls and cold shoulders. But on some rare days where the weather suits you, your linens are laundered, your work complete, and your skin hydrated- you are amicable. He treasures those rare and unpredictable days where you humor him with your curious gaze and relaxed smile. Sebastian was trying to increase the frequency of those occurrences, which is why he had taken to washing your sheets (along with his own and his masters since he is doing a batch anyway) once a week. In the past he had offered to always strip and dress your bed for you but you refused with a warning hiss. So he waited until Finny had stumbled across a bees nest in a briar patch (how did that get there?). You were half-heartedly jogging to Finny with a first aid kit, the urgency of his injuries more important than your weekly bed wash.
"Ah, today is laundry day. Have you put it in the basket?" He called out to you from the window. You skipped to a halt and barely cast him a glance.
"No I didnt have time. Dont worry about it." Ah, of course you wouldnt have the time, he didnt let you.
"Very well, I will fetch it for you then." Sebastian finished with a soft smile and quickly moved away from the window. Outside you were shouting your grievances, still not wanting him in your room, but he pretended not to hear it. Although his heart did quiver when he heard you not so quietly growl out 'snoopy bastard'.
So, he had time while you patched up Finny, time which he spent curled up on your bed. Of course he entered your room frequently, especially while you slept. But it was a new experience to replicate your position and bury his nose into your sheets. He fondly nuzzles your pillow and contentedly sighs.
For 15 days you had not given him one of those wry, warm smiles. For 10 of the days you were indifferent, speaking to him when spoken to, meeting his gaze and then sliding away in easy distraction. For the other 5 you were oppositional. Your eyes held unveiled annoyance everytime he called your name. You would click your tongue when the someone else spoke his name. You were short, clipped, and slipped away from him at every opportunity. No doubt if you saw him like this now your mood would be soured for weeks. You would look at him with disdain and shower him with insults.
Just imagining it sent blood to his cock and left him panting. Sebastian shamelessly pulled his pants down and bit into your pillow while he rocked into his hand. The fantasies grew unchecked.
He hopes to someday have you subjected to his sexual whims. He would pull you into a closet and tease you then take your underwear- leaving you bare for the rest of the day. If you were to take off your underwear and place it into his waiting hand, your expression would be beautiful. It would be annoyance, anger, and the subtle look of pride knowing articles of clothing was enough for him to bargain over. You wouldnt give him anything until he proved himself to you first. A favorite dessert, a nice pen or jewelry piece, a full spa. On the other hand if he took your underwear, your reaction would be exquisite. Eyes wide in surprise, instinctively jerking away but unable to escape him, so focused on his invasive fingers caressing your sex that you dont notice he has stolen your protective fabric until the wetness hits your thighs.
In your bed, Sebastians cock has shed its human appearance. It is a surface of warty bobs and viscous slime atop the soft-scaled purple fleshed tentacle. It curls around his wrist and fucks itself into his hand. Your smell compels it, the demonic organ drawn to rubbing itself against your sheets until Sebastian is fully grinding into your bed.
He misses your teasing grin and gentle joking from 16 days ago. He imagines your breathy laughter as his infernal body rubs against yours in unrestrained lust. Would you say something sarcastic? Would you chide him in good nature? Would you compliment him? Your amicable moods are unrivaled in sexy appeal. Teasing but sweet, relaxed yet curious.
Of course he loved it when you were mean too, if you would degrade him for behaving like the inearthly animal he is. If your presence in bed was orders and dissatisfaction until he pushed you to the brink of your bodys limits.
But in your bed smelled like peace, it was safe and warm. He wished he could feel your fragile arms wrap around him as he drilled into you. Hold your trembling legs while you sigh into his neck. He would bury himself into your glistening warm, he would hold you in his darkness. So satisfied and enraptured with him those 10 days of indifference would never happen again.
Sebastisn cums hard and gasping. His claws had come out along with several of his limbs. Your sheets...no, your entire bed, was ruined. With his own hellish musk filling your room, your scent vanished. Sighing at his lack of self control, Sebastian resumed the shape of his butler self. And spat out the feathers from your pillow.
With the inhuman speed and precision he was known for, Sebastian cleaned your room and moved his mattress into your bed frame. He tenderly spread on the new sheets and fluffed your new pillow. A shudder of pleasure rippled down his spine, you would be sleeping in his bed, in the object that occupied his space and vulnerability (well, as vulnerable as a demon pretending to sleep for fun can be). His scent fills your room, his cum is designed to be deep and tempting. The scent only outmatched by the unholy flavor meant to appeal to the human palette. On top of that is his chosen signature scent, roses and cedar wood. A floral and woodsy smell that drew the attention of men and women alike for its complexity.
As one hell of a butler he leaves you a small vase of roses from the garden (from the briar patch Finny fell into-). You would return to your room and feel at ease seeing that all of your belonging are untouched. Sebastian had made a mistake, he tells you, and the sheets had to be tossed. These new ones are from storage, explaining the non-laundered linen scent to them. You assume the roses as an apology. The bed you sleep in is just as comfortable as its always been, and you even got plenty of time with your hand. The next day you feel (sexy?) Safe and sufficiently destressed.
Sebastian is happier than usual. Much more smug than usual too. After breakfast you delicately nudge him with your elbow.
"You look like the cat that ate the canary, Sebastian. Good news?" Your comment earns you a most blood-chilling smile.
"Oh, nothing in particular. Did you sleep well?"
Ah, your poor head butler. Always looking nefarious and evil even when doing the most mundane things. You pat his back.
"I slept wonderfully. Dont worry about the sheets, the ones from storage are just as soft."
He seems happy to hear it, too bad his happy face looks like he just got away with something sick and depraved.
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Rotten Hope (2)
Authorâs note: Part two of the Typhus x Reader fics. I blame you all for the botflies that have spawned because of this. this 4,595 words long. Why has this man infested my brain so much? HELP Previous
Tagged: @ms--lobotomy @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan
Warnings: dubious consent, attempted seduction, forced marriage (In that Typhus decides that you and him are married now), body horror, tentacles, oviposition, SMUT, mild cumflation, demon bees, please ask me to tag anything that makes you uncomfortable that I missed
Summary: You are brought to Typhus the traveler, herald of Nurgle, to speak with him. You get far more than what you bargained for.Â
You could keenly sense Typhus' presence upon this world. The powerful deamon marine of nurgle wasn't bothering to hide nor dim his curdling presence to your senses as you left the space port where your ship had been docked. Your ship - what used to be your ship - was a swift vessel that did have enough ammunition to defend itself against most pirates and would be attackers. Not that they could fend off the full might of a Gloriana class vessel, Her speed could fly circles around the much larger but slower vessel. You were also hoping that they would be focused on the suffering and agonizing souls were being ravaged by the plague, rather than a single vessel of healthy, un-touched souls.Â
As you make your way through the streets of the city, you watch as the plague marines and cultists go from door to door, bearing bowls of horrific looking and smelling liquid that bubbled and glorped unpleasantly. the ragged, sickly and confused mortals peering blearily at them, falling to their knees and thankful for the stew given to them, drinking gratefully as the foul substance seemed to soothe the ragged edges of madness that was part of the dreadful blight that had taken so many of the mortals of this world. You look away, focusing on moving through the streets of the city, hearing the grateful murmurings of the mortals around you, tears falling from your eyes as you knew that the horrid stew that they were gratefully drinking would bind them to the Plaguefather.
Ah... But you'd been the one to bring these bastards here. You'd been so relieved to have found an Astartes, you'd forgotten to check if he was chaos-tainted or not, having forgotten that not all of them followed the will of their creator in your desperate search for any kind of help... And you'd found help, as the violent madness did seem to fade from the minds of the afflicted as you carefully move across barricades, still in your hazmat suit, silently hoping that the uninfected mortals realized that Plague Marines had come to this world and they had ways to flee this world, this system before they were caught and either killed painfully or turned to Nurgle's side.Â
You knew that you'd been spotted hours ago, and stopped at the edge of the barricade that had been set up by the Death Guard and their accompanying cultists, despair and misery pulling at your heart as you see that the healthy mortals were being stripped of their protective gear and dragged across the barrier one at a time, being taken to where Typhus was. You swallow down the desire to flee, to hide. He knew you were on this world. You had no safe way off of this world, and if you willingly revealed your presence, perhaps you could have the remaining healthy mortals spared from the predations of the plague-ridden neverborn. You walk up to two of the guards as they glare down at the trembling, weeping mortals and call out as bravely as you can manage out "Excuse me -" Your eyes flicker over the corroded metal and twisted heraldry that both of the plague marines were wearing, searching for any clue as to what either of their ranks were. Aha! You spotted it, under the grime and muck "Sergeant, but I need to speak with your first captain, he is expecting me."
The Death Guard on the left leaned on his scythe a little, looking you up and down "The first captain won't see anyone in clothes like that, it's rude. He also said that he gave the one he's looking for a certain phrase to prove themself to be the eternal blossom he seeks?"
You swallow hard as you reach up and take off your helmet, doing your best to keep eye contact with the large marine, ignoring the horrified gasps from the mortals around you.Â
"No! Lady Trader, do not-" One of the scientists pleaded, running towards you and breaking the line that they'd been put in, trying to reach for your helmet.
Two of the cultists rushed the scientist who'd grabbed you and hauled them back into line, giggling madly "Now, now, don't be impatient! Grandfather is happy to bless all of you, you just need to be patient!"
"He said... He said that Typhus asked me, little Isha, to come to him while our minds touched one another." You respond, doing your best to keep your voice as even and confident as you can manage. Your grip on the hazmat helmet is tight, but you hope that they don't notice that.
Both Death Guards grin - their fused facial plates splitting open into needle-sharp maws with dozens of spiraling rows of teeth, and the mouths on their bellies opening up and laughing raucously "So he did, little blossom! Remove the rest of your protective coverings and one of our brothers will bring you to the Herald."
You nod, stripping out of the rest of the hazmat suit as quickly as you could force yourself to move, now dressed in the shirt, shorts and shoes you'd picked specifically because it would get very warm in the hazmat suit if you dressed too warmly. It was early spring in this hemisphere and in the blood-red dawn of day it was chilly, causing you to shake and shiver in the cold. "I have done as you asked."
"Darsas! Eleghra, the eternal flower has revealed herself at the gate and is prepared to meet Older Brother." One of the guards calls out.
Moments later, two massive, mutated plague marines walk up to you, one of them on each of your sides and pick you up bodily, walking you into the secondary area. You're set down before a half-dozen Nurglite cultists who begin to frisk you for weapons - as if you could physically stand up to the might of a standard marine, much less a favored chaos marine of one of the Four - before saying "She is ready to see The Herald."
You are physically picked up and carried over to a large, grimy tent where a massive marine is partially bent over a large table, speaking with the plague riddled governor and highest-ranking nobles of the half-dozen worlds under siege of this awful plague, each of the latter looking terrified and resigned. All of them look stunned to see you - and that you are whole and healthy, especially in the grasp of a plague marine. You should be in paroxysms of pain, gasping and spluttering as the infested flies that buzz around their supernaturally fucked up bodies devour from the inside out.Â
Despite his helmet hiding whatever facial expressions he might be making, you could feel the satisfaction and delight that Typhus oozes as his gaze falls upon you, dangled in the grasp of two of his brothers. "Excellent! I was hoping that you wouldn't be stubborn nor skittish, little Isha-"
At that... Petname? Lord Alleg'fel spluttered, his abhuman (not Eldar) pointed ears twitching a little, dark eyes widening in horror "L...Little what?"
"Mmm, I am surprised that you are unaware of the eternal flower in your midst. Such beings tend to be shy and hide themselves well, unless forced out into the open." Typhus purrs "While she is able to die, her soul returns to her mortal form swiftly, unable to truly die. She is blessed with psykery and an eternally youthful body. This lovely, shy flower was hidden amongst your worlds. Grandfather blessed me with her near location and we created this plague to bring all of you into Grandfather's loving embrace... And to bring her out of hiding. Grandfather noted that I had been... Lonely, wishing for a companion similar to the companionship He enjoys with Grandmother, and pointed us in this lovely flower's direction. You are dismissed. My little flower and I need to... Talk... Privately."
Slow burning horror and guilt would have caused you to crumple to the ground, despair and fury hitting you moments later. You'd done your best to stay out of the greater Game that was being played between The Four and Neoth, and had thought that you'd been largely successful. You hadn't realized that all of this was to trap you in one place, so that... What? You'd become a plaything for the favored pawn of Nurgle? As if you were going to lay down and meekly take whatever awful horrors he was going to do to you. A low, furious growl left your chest as your eyes began to flash the bright shining blue of warpcraft, your hands beginning to crackle with the power you'd long since learned to master, your voice booming with fury "IF YOU THINK-" you started to yell, the eldritch lightning sparking around your form painful enough to cause the two plague marines to drop you to the ground. You land on your feet, hissing wordlessly, ready to fight to your death over and over again.
But Typhus cut off your words "Come now, you asked for my help, little flower, and I have given it. Besides, I even ensured that the plague that ravaged these worlds did not affect the mortals you are closest to, despite them being exposed to it."
Horror hit you, cooling your fury like a deluge of ice on a lava flow "What.... What do you mean?"
"Come now, did you really think that mundane methods of infection prevention can actually stop one of Grandfather's plagues? Surely you're more clever - or at least not that naive, my lovely flower. Although it would be very cute if you are. they live healthy and untainted as a favor to you." Typhus crooned, all but teleporting in front of you. One of his massive, clawed hands cups your cheek. The stench of death and decay is nearly overpowering and makes you want to gag. It is not helped by the undercurrent of honey-sweetness that is, strangely enough, part of his scent as well as overripe fruit. "But if you try to fight me or my little brothers, I will remove that protection from them. I have brought an entire fleet with me. Your cute little ship cannot hope to escape my brothers in the void above us."
Despair and failure rip the fight out of you, and your eyes shine with tears. But you do know how to play coy, to bat your eyelashes. You can feel the desire and want radiating off of this chaos-twisted monster, and you desperately hope that you can use that to your advantage somehow. Which is why you lean into his touch, despite internally shuddering at that, locking your mental shields tight, so as to keep your emotions from the younger psyker. "Please don't harm my crew... they are as innocent of my nature as the mortals in these worlds, Lord Typhus. I..." You do not want to, but the false apology will likely stroke his ego "Apologize for lashing out earlier."
"Mmm, I expected at least a little bit of bite and fury, my lovely Rose. Of course you have your own thorns. You merely needed to be reminded not to prick your beloved's brothers when in a pretty little temper." Typhus purrs, giving a silent signal to his brothers, who swiftly cleared the tent of anyone else. "You're so used to hiding and escaping... To have your true nature revealed would cause a fit of pique... As long as that doesn't happen again, I am willing to forgive you easily enough."
"I... I'll try... Would you please let my ship full of mortals leave without becoming ill? they are wanderers by nature and to trap them in one place would be cruel beyond words, my lord." You plea, batting your eyelashes up at him.
"Wouldn't you rather have them with you, my lovely flower? For you will be at my side now and for always. Won't you miss them if they are far from you?" Typhus coos down at you as he scoops you up and sets you down on the table, pressing in close to you as he does so. "When I found out that you're a rogue trader, I was rather expecting to you to be dressed in fine clothes, with pretty little gems accenting your lovely features..."
"Such things are not...uhm... Exactly reasonable to wear, especially in the protective clothing I was wearing over this, my lord. And I did not want to worry the mortals by wearing something... So flashy?" You offer, peeking up at h i m coquettishly, tilting your head a little before looking down "Besides... All of that artifice is... Tiring at times, not to mention ephemeral. And I'd rather my mortals be happy, if away from me, than at my side and unhappy."
"How sweet of you, my lovely rose... And I do like how simply you are dressed. It makes unwrapping you much easier. You are mine, as Isha belongs to my grandfather. We will become one, and you will be my pretty little wife." Typhus purrs, pressing you down on the table. You could hear something creak and shift in his armor before four tentacles slide out from hatches in his armor, each curling into part of your pants and ripping them off of you, as a fifth slid up between your legs and the tip rubbed against your core.
You gasp and squirm, trying to close your legs and shift away from the strange sensation, turning your head away from him as your face and neck burned in a blush that was revealed by more tugging tendrils to be a flush that spread down your chest and across your breasts "L-Lord T-Typhus! Does... Do... Right now? On a table? Is this... Is there somewhere more comfortable to... To..." You can't bring yourself to say the words that burned like acid in your mind.
"hmm? Would you like me to carry you to a bed, to ravish you properly, my pretty little flower? Is that what you'd like? I'll admit, that was my initial plan, but your sweet flirtation and compliance so far has worn away my patience. I try to emulate grandfather, but patience is not my strongest suit." Typhus purrs. You see him pull his face plat off, his face half rotted near to bone as he gives you a crushing, dominating kiss that tastes of over ripe fruit and dangerously sweet honey. When he pulls away from you, allowing you to catch your breath, you see that the sting of saliva that connects you to him has a golden tinge. "I could be... Convinced to take you for our first time together on a bed... But you'll need to do something for me, first."
You hadn't expected the bastard to be a talented kisser, nor to stir up long-suppressed wants. You blink up at him, feeling surprisingly hazy and warm from the kiss "What.. What is it, lord?" You ask, not having to feign the breathiness in your voice from the kiss.Â
"For you to taste a mouthful of the honey that my bees create. Considering your reaction to just the slightest taste of it, I suspect that you will enjoy more of it. But I get to share it so rarely with others, and my little darlings have plenty to spare." Typhus purrs, his hands lightly squeezing your upper thighs as he effortlessly pulls your legs away from one another.Â
You hate how much that casual display of strength turns you on, and the wetness that starts to drip from your core at that. It's been... A long time since you'd masturbated, and you hadn't had sex in... At least a century? Perhaps longer. "H...Honey?" You manage out, trying to focus.Â
 The smug bastard definitely noticed, from the pleased hum and the smirk he's giving you with what remains of his lips - and he rubs one of his tentacles more firmly against your entrance "Are you certain you want to wait that long? You're already dripping for me~! And this table should be sturdy enough for me to fuck you properly on. I'd also be happy to feed you a mouthful of my honey either way."
"I... haah! Oh! Please... Hnngh..." You start to say, groaning as one of the tentacles that had been content to hold your arms down slid over and began teasing and squeezing one of your breasts, flicking it with the tip of the squirming appendage. His stench was overpoweringly awful, but somehow that did not help you focus through the embarrassing amount of lust coursing through your system.Â
"Mmm? Please what, my cute little wife? Please take you now, on the table? Or would you rather I carry you to bed, holding you close as my tendrils work you open to receive me? There may be others out and about as I take you to a nearby bed, precious flower of mine. Not that I mind others knowing for a fact that you are mine and mine alone to tease and pleasure in such a way." Typhus rumbles, the sneaky bastard's hands coming up to cheekily squeeze your ass cheeks.
Youâd rather not be paraded around naked for who knows how long it takes him to find a bed for all to see⌠But the table is hard and deeply uncomfortable as it digs into your back. âHoney please, my lord. I⌠Would I have to be seen by others like this, on the way to bed, sir?â Youâre gambling on what his likely kinks might be, from what youâve observed of other marines throughout your centuries of life. âWouldnât you rather be the only one to see me like this⌠Shivering and wanting for you and you alone, my lord?â You spread your legs a little, hooking your ankles around his hips as best as you can, pulling him in closer, one hand coming up to caress the tentacles teasing your breasts, making it difficult for you to think. But not impossible.
His gaze nearly scorches you with the intensity at which he looks at you, before a dark chuckle rumbles through his chest and he pulls you in close, giving you another searing, breath-stealing kiss. âYou are correct, my lovely rose. Now open up, let me feed you my honey.â His four of tentacles have shifted, wrapping around your back, arms and legs to keep you in place, while the fifth keeps rubbing and teasing your entrance and clit, sending waves of guilt-laced pleasure shuddering through your body.
Obediently you open your mouth wide, going âAhhh~!â as if youâre eagerly anticipating whatever foul substance heâs calling honey is being fed to you. Even if the substance kills you, it wonât kill you for very long.
A smaller tendril, several shades lighter in color than the others comes out from his body and presses itâs way into your mouth, and he orders âclose your mouth around this and swallow once your mouth is full.â
A thick, sticky substance quickly fills your mouth, and you let out a little sound of surprise as you swiftly close your lips around the appendage, swallowing as much of it down as you could. Still, you could feel some of the surprisingly sweet and delicious substance trickle out of the corners of your mouth. The appendage in your mouth flexes and slides deeper, causing you to let out a muffled sound of surprise - the cry getting louder as the tendril teasing your entrance abruptly slid deep and fast into your core, as your walls fluttered and squeezed around the breech helplessly âMmm-Hmmm!â You garble out around the tendril.
Typhus chuckles, his glowing red eyes dark with lust âThatâs it, gorgeous, you like the taste of my honey, donât you? Take another mouthful, and try not to spell my cutely messy little wife.â He accentuated his words with a thrust of the tentacle inside your spread open cunt. You really hoped his cock was the size of the tentacle shoving itself deep inside of you. You canât imagine being able to take anything bigger.Â
Shamefully, the nod you give him when he asks if you liked his honey is entirely truthful, and you canât help the needy whines that leave you when the tentacle filling your pussy slowly slides out of you, your walls achingly empty. You can taste another gush of warp-infused honey fill your mouth, which you do manage to swallow all of this time. The tendril in your mouth retreats to merely pressing against your lips. Hazy warmth begins to envelop your mind and causes a pleasant tingling sensation to spread throughout your body. âSorry⌠Didnât meant to spill first timeâŚâ You slur out, one hand coming up to collect the spilled honey off of your cheeks and neck, licking it off your fingers as you peer up at him. âPlease⌠Husband⌠Take me, in bed, for our first time?â You peer up at him through your eyelashes, pouting a little as you press your naked breasts to his corroded armor.
The rumbling sound that Typhus made almost terrified you, if not for the insistent way he nuzzled your neck, leaving little kisses and bites all the way down, from just under your ear, to where your neck met your shoulders. You realized a moment later that he was purring, and the tentacle that had shoved itâs way inside your cunt earlier was steadily pumping in and out of you, prompting needy little gasps and moans to leave you as he presses you hard against the table. âOH⌠I understand now why Grandfather holds onto Grandmother so closely⌠Why she is such a precious treasure for him⌠Mrrr, you are a tempting little treat, but I did promise to fuck you on a bed if you tasted my honey, and I tend to try and keep my promises.â You could hear the buzz of his demonic bees that accompanied him everywhere he went at the end of his little speech..
âAh! Hah⌠Please⌠Amngh! Ty-... Typhus! AH⌠My lord! Hah⌠the table⌠hurtssâŚ. Please my lord husband! Ah! Hah⌠Please!â You plead, the fuzziness in your mind and the pleasure - somehow amplified by the warmth spreading through you threatened to break what little control you had over yourself and this situation into tiny little pieces. You deliberately squeeze as tightly as you can manage around the thrusting tendril inside of you âPlease⌠bed? Now? Oh! You⌠Youâre gonna⌠haha! Make me c-cum soon, siirrr!âÂ
The pleased growling rumble that provoked from Typhus you hoped was a good thing. âSuch a good little wife I have⌠fuck! You are such a tempting little thing. Hold on close~!â He purrs. You feel anotherâs warpcraft weave itâs way across your body, and you fight the urge to resist with all your strength as Typhus teleports you and himself to somewhere else.
Wherever it is, itâs softer under your ass than the hard metal and glass table. Warmer, too as Typhus starts leaving more bites across the skin of the other side of your neck and shoulders, his tentacles teasing your breasts and bending your legs back and away, nearly folding you in half, as the tentacle fucking your cunt moves at a maddeningly quick pace, curling and shifting inside of you in all the right ways.
You hazily watch as he pulls away, his large hands fumbling with something at his waist - a metallic thunk of something hitting the floor. You're still keening and moaning at the way one of his tentacles is filling your core full when -
Something larger begins to press inside of you, while the tentacle is still inside. You realize after a moment it's Typhus' cock "Please! Husband... Lord... I... I can't take both at once! You're too big for me, I'll tear!" You plead tearfully, the pain coursing through your body so much more than the pleasure that had nearly sent you to an orgasm.
Typhus chuckles, kissing your cheeks and licking up your tears "Easy now, my cute little wife. You'll be able to fit in both, I promise. Just breathe through the pain. I'll move slowly, I promise... Though you are sinfully tight around my cock... Such a good little wife~! Good girl... Deep breaths... That's it..."
A tiny part of you hates how his praise does seem to somehow be helping you. Your breathing is jagged and shallow as the bastard continues to press in, his thick, long cock sliding in slowly alongside where one of his tentacles is already buried deep inside your cunt. It feels like it takes an eternity for him to stop pressing inside of you, and twice that for the pain to subside.
All the while, Typhus is purring lewd praises in your ear, nibbling on the skin of your neck, and drinking up your tears. "Such a good girl... My precious, eternal flower, taking all of me in... That's it, just breathe in and out as you submit to me... Good little mate. Are you ready for me to move?"
You nod weakly, well and thoroughly trapped beneath his bulk "Y-Yes, please move, lord..."
Typhus starts purring again as he alternates thrusting in with one of his tentacles and his cock, never not filling you with one of them, a filthy string of curses and praises leaving his lips as he fucks into you hard and fast.
You claw at his back, moving your hips in time to his thrusts as best as you can, the intensity of the sensations too much for you to do more than instinctually respond back, moaning wordlessly in pleasure, clinging tightly as your first orgasm hits you.
Typhus doesn't so much as slow down as your walls flutter and squeeze around him, the bastard as he continues to fuck you, somehow able to move even faster as he fucks you through your orgasm. He does, however, bite down hard on one of your shoulders, enough to draw blood.
You couldn't say how much time passed as Typhus fucked you over and over again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your increasingly exhausted body. Eventually both his cock and the tentacle he'd been using to fuck you for what must have been hours at minimum deep inside your core at the same time, pressing up against your cervix (causing you a whimper of pain, which he ignored) flooding your womb with cum. You swore you could feel your belly begin to bulge outwards at the amount he pumped into you, prompting another whimper to leave your exhausted and chapped lips.
Typhus chuckles, kissing you again as you feel the tentacle press harder against your cervix, before feeling something other than cum begin to fill your womb, bump by bump.
"Wh... what is...?" You slur out, too tired to form the words properly, sending the sensation through the light mental bond that Typhus had formed with you during the sex at some point.
Typhus chuckled and purrs "Geneseed, lovely one. Which you will hold inside of you until it is ready to be implanted. You make a wonderful wife, my lovely little flower." He pats your lightly distended belly with an enormous hand, clearly pleased with himself. He holds you close to his body "Rest, little flower. You are safe with me."
You very much want to demand what the fuck he meant by that, but the psychic pressure behind his command - and your own exhaustion worked against you as you slumped into his embrace, sleep overtaking you.
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