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[jasmines-library]

Hi. Um... i have been craving angst

👀 and my angsty mind has been making up... scenarios, but like would love them typed out so i can read 💀 i live your work, p.s. <3

anyways, would like to ask for something along these lines:

reader is a batsibling

is kidnapped

fam cant find her for a few days and is panicked

they find her somewhere, blindfolded and tied up, on the ground and caked in blood

they get her some med stuff and whatever

and they're like how did this happen so they somehow get cctv or duke uses his powers or something and finds out that they've been beaten for info

and they get like really angry and all that jazz

:D rest up to you!

would be great if you did it 🥺

but i understand if it's too much

love youuuu 💖/platonic ehe

okay, i will excuse myself from your asks now. byeee

Loaded Silence

hello hello! Thanks for requesting. This was super angsty, but as you put I crave it too... ❤️

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture (not very graphic), fear, medical scenes.

Word Count: 1.5k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

It had happened unexpectedly. You were there one second and gone the next. In a blink of an eye. Nothing more nothing less. That was all it took for you to slip away. Damian could have sworn he was only gone for a minute. To stretch his legs and grab something to eat. But that was all it took for them to sneak in. Quiet as a mouse they crept in, splitting through the open window at the back of the room. Leaving it open had been a careless mistake, but who was to think that you would have been taken in the safety of your own home? 

They grabbed you roughly from behind. A set of rough hands pinning you to the sofa, clamped tightly over your mouth as another worked to tie a heavy bandage around your eyes. You had squirmed feebly trying to gain some leverage. Your training desperately tried to kick in but at that moment, you were not a vigilante. You were Y/N Wayne: A citizen, child to the wealthiest man in Gotham and utterly fucked. 

You had no choice after that than to allow them to drag you downtown, you had kicked and cried blindly, desperate for one of your brothers to chase after you. But whoever was gripping you tight enough to bruise was clearly experienced and you knew that they stood no chance so unexpectedly. 

When they tossed you down on the ground, you thought it would offer some relief. The room was dank, dusty and smelt of water rot and mould. This was the part where they would send a ransom note to Bruce and he and your brothers would come charging in sooner or later. But you had never been more wrong. 

“We know who you are, Wayne.” A voice spoke. Feminine but not soft spoken. Threatening. “Or would you prefer Raven?”

Your stomach dropped as bile burned the back of your throat. You knew you could fight now, but you were defenceless weaponless with your hands and feet bound together. 

“The fuck do you want?” You spat, though the effect of the venom in your words was lost for you looked so helpless. 

“Bold of you to speak to me that way, given your predicament.” The woman chuckled, prodding you with her foot. “You’re here as a sort of…payment.”  She mused. “I suppose you could call it that.”

“What?” 

“My husband.” She started, moving away from you. You could hear her pacing around the room but you  could only conjure up images in your mind. “Leader of the greatest crime suricate in Gotham. And now, he’s dead. Rotting in some coffin in the ground, thanks to your father.” 

She moved closer again. Her heels clattered against the floor. 

“He took away the only thing that ever mattered to me!” She gripped your wrist, lifting you up off the floor and leaning into your face. “So now, I’m going to take away one of his toys until someone tells me how to get him out! His precious little girl. Oh how I can’t wait to see the look on all of their faces when they see you. That is of course…after we have a little fun.”

~

There was still no sign of you. And it felt as if they had searched every inch of the city. The high and the low but still nothing. No one had slept much in the three days you had been missing. Their nights were either spent searching for you on patrol or laying awake staring blankly at the ceiling as their minds conjured up the worst. None of them said it outloud but the possibility that you were dead loomed over them. But no one ever said anything. They just continued to search in silence. It seemed like Babs and Tim hadn’t torn their eyes away from the screens since Damian came barging into the room three days ago, doubled over and panting as he revealed the news. The only time they ever moved was to head to the bathroom or to make another mug of lukewarm coffee. 

The rest of the family were out on patrol. That was what they were calling it anyway. Really they were looking for you. And still there had been no sign until Dick stumbled upon a window. It was low down to his feet covered by concrete as though the building had just sunk into the concrete. And when he tried to peer inside, it seemed to be covered by something on the inside. 

It could have been nothing.

But Dick was desperate. 

He called over the other vigilantes with a signal on his com. They all came tricking over towards him silently through the city. Some bubbling with hope and anticipation, but all dreading the worst. 

Moving around the back of the house, Dick pushed open the door. 

~

You had never been more scared in your entire life. Everything ached, burned or stung. From what you could feel there didn’t seem to be a single inch of your skin that wasn’t covered in blood. It clung sticky to your skin, cracking every time you managed to bring yourself to shift against the floor.

She had continued her onslaught for hours, trying to force answers that she knew you would never be able to give her from your chapped lips. She would leave every once in a while, returning silently to catch you off guard with another round of pain. You couldn’t see her: the blindfold still remained firmly around your eyes, so you had to anticipate when she would return as you cowered against the back wall in a pool of your own blood. You were unsure how long it had been since she tossed you into the room. Without the relief of sunlight, your woozy mind had lost track of time. 

And then a pair of hands gripped your shoulders. And you screamed, trying to recoil away from them. You didn’t make it far. Your body was too weak.

“No! No please! No more!” You begged, tears dribbling down your cheeks to mingle among the dirt and blood. “I already told you I-I don’t know anything! Please!”

“Woah, woah.” It was Dick’s voice that broke through to you, though they had all called out to you. It was him who had reached out to you in the first place, hesitant that the smallest touch would break you. As soon as they were met with resistance they knew you were here. And they fought as fast as they could to get to you. Praying that they wouldn’t find you as you had. Sprawled out across the floor in a pool of your own blood as you struggled to breathe. “It’s us.”

“We’re here, Kid.” Jason leaned forwards to remove the blindfold from your eyes as Dick tried to support you in his arms. You squiremed weakly, still untrusting. But the minute the blindfold was off and you had finished adjusting to the onslaught of light. You broke.

You collapsed into Dicks arms, sobbing and shaking. He cupped the back of your head with his hands and held you, giving Jason and Duke a nervous glance. Your blood had already begun to stain the front of his suit as you whimpered in his arms, clinging to him tightly. 

When he tried to shift you, you let out a sob and clung to him tighter. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had hurt you or because you were scared he was going to leave you. Probably both.

“Y/N?” Jason whispered, moving to crouch by your side. “ We’re here now. We’re going to get you home okay? Can you tell us what happened?”

You shook your head and buried your face into Dicks chest trying to block out the pain.

Eyes turned to Duke who watched you with sad eyes. They observed as he surveyed the room, taking in the horrors that the light revealed. And he couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out of his lips. 

He paled at what he saw. Winced at the way your face contorted with pain as the woman towered over you, tossing you about the room like a ragdoll and slashing you with various tools as she screamed at you. He saw how she would catch you off guard by sneaking up on you in the dark as some cruel game to satisfy her sick amusement. He felt sick. 

In the time it took for him to see the echo of your agonies, Dick had managed to coax enough for him to stand so they could bring you out of the room and get you urgently to medical attention. 

The two looked at him expectantly. And once he had managed to stutter out what he had seen, Jason was tensely clenching his jaw and fists. 

Someone was going to bleed tonight. He was going to make sure of that.

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[mouwrites]

hihiii maybe a craig tucker X fem!reader who is a lot like princess bubblegum from adventure time?? studious, feminine, leader, and REALLY smart?? ty ciao!! 🫶

Ofc!! I can totally see him with someone like that honestly! :D

Word count: 897

South Park - Partner Project (Craig)

You frowned the minute you walked into the classroom. In huge letters on the whiteboard, the teacher had written: PARTNER PROJECT TODAY!

As if it were something to be excited about. You sighed, preparing yourself for the worst as you approached the teacher’s desk.

They smiled when they saw you, offering a warm greeting. “Ah, Y/n, my star pupil! I’ve put you with… let me see here…” they scrolled on their computer, apparently looking at some kind of table or document with the assigned pairs on it. “Mr. Craig Tucker. He’s sitting right over there.”

You followed the teacher’s gaze to an unassuming boy sitting at the back of the room. He blinked at his phone blankly, as if there wasn’t a thing in the world that he was interested in. You sighed again, clearly having your work cut out for you.

“Hi! I’m Y/n,” you chirped as you approached, suppressing your judgment of the boy. He looked at your extended hand for a second before slowly taking it and giving it the weakest handshake you’ve ever experienced.

“We’re partners for this project, so I’ll just sit over here, if that’s okay,” you continued, already unloading your stationery onto the desk beside him. You placed the assignment the teacher had given you on his desk, hoping he’d look at it while you settled.

He just shrugged apathetically, completely ignoring you and the assignment.

Your nose twitched distastefully. Yet you still tried to be polite when you said: “Right then. Let’s get started!”

You meant it as a hint; what you had really wanted to say was put your phone away and work with me here, but you knew that would’ve been counterproductive, so you bit your tongue and went with the honey rather than the mace.

Craig did put his phone away, but then he just looked at you dumbly.

“The instructions?”

“Oh. Right. Uh, step one…”

You smiled, scooting closer so you could both read the sheet. Craig paused, straightening his slouched posture as you leaned in.

You didn’t take notice, picking up where he left off in his reading. You used the tip of your pencil to point to the words as you read them, snapping up when you finished reading the first step.

“Okay, so we’re just classifying these biomolecules based on their chemical structure.”

“Uh, yeah, what you said.”

“So this one is a phospholipid—”

“A what?”

You blinked at Craig. “A phospholipid?”

He averted your gaze bashfully. “Um. What is that.”

You might’ve rolled your eyes, but you admired his humility, so instead you decided to take the opportunity to explain.

You became enlivened as you explained, gesticulating while your voice went up and down animatedly. You loved explaining things to people; oftentimes it felt more like gushing than anything else, though, and you’d lose yourself in your rambling. It was almost like you trapped yourself in a bubble that floated up to the clouds, high up where no one could reach you.

Today was no different. When you next became aware of yourself, several minutes had passed and your audience (one Craig Tucker) had adopted a new expression. It was one you hadn’t seen on him before; all his reactions you’d seen so far had been minimal, if existent at all. But now he was practically starstricken, his eyes twinkling and his cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Oops, I guess I rambled a bit. But do you get it?”

His eyes fluttered; he blinked several times before seeming to come back down to reality with you. Apparently you’d both been in that high bubble up in the clouds; you speaking, and him listening.

“Yeah, actually. So that one’s a… phos-pho-lipid too, right?” He spoke slowly but confidently, pointing to another diagram on the page.

You beamed. He actually listened! “Yes!”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Cool. Can you explain that one, too?”

You were more than happy to explain; not just the things he asked about (and, though you didn’t notice, he did ask a lot of questions), but things you wanted to explain anyway. And he listened intently, nodding along and putting his own input it when you prompted him. He was a quick learner. Or maybe you were just a good teacher.

By the end of class you managed to finish the assignment; other groups had finished before you, but you had spent a lot of time explaining, so you and Craig were a bit behind the others.

You were actually still explaining another concept while you both walked to the teacher’s desk to turn in your work. You paused in the threshold of the classroom, knowing you’d have to part ways now.

“But I’m rambling again, haha. See you later, Craig.”

“Yeah.”

You almost turned away, but you stopped when you heard him blurt out an urgent “Um..!”

“Can I have your number?” His cheeks reddened at your silence. “You’re just really smart. And good at explaining things. Things make more sense when… when it’s you… saying them..? Is that stupid?”

Your own cheeks suddenly felt hot, and you brought a bashful hand to cover one cheek. “Not at all! I actually really liked explaining things to you. You’re a good listener.”

And so you put your number into his phone, parting with the promise of seeing each other again soon.

The sooner the better… <3

Thank you so much for this request, I had some fun with this one!! And thanks for reading, take care you sweethearts <33

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[takaraphoenix]

with regards to your WIP folder. If you'd like to share anything about 'emergency contact'? Because the name alone is giving me so many whump possibilities for Stiles, that I'm wondering if you're pulling a bait and switch and it's Peter or Chris who has Stiles as his emergency contact…? Or is this a 5 + 1 fic where they all trade off having the brain cell?

AAAH THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY BAIT AND ASKING ABOUT MY FICS. I love talking about the things that live in my brain *^*

(Go visit my post about my WIP folder if ur curious what lives in my brain right now~)

OKAY SO. The thought behind it was that I don't think Stiles would put his dad as his emergency contact, because he never wants to be the reason why his father gets That Call from the hospital again. Stiles was there when his dad got That Call from the hospital about Claudia and he couldn't, he would want his dad to learn about his death from a kinder source, as morbid as that sounds.

So he picks his Alphas as his emergency contacts. And Peter and Chris learn about that when Stiles got into a regular, mundane car accident. Nothing supernatural to hunt down to avenge the boy, much to Peter's dismay, so all Peter and Chris can do is sit in that damn waiting room until Stiles gets out of surgery.

Also, I generally love writing characters being very loopy on pain meds so I think a loopy on pain meds Stiles would be adorable and endearing and a great way of getting Stetopher together ;D

And since I actually already started writing this one, have a little excerpt:

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“Hello?” Chris’ voice was gruff, annoyed.

“Mister Argent?”

Chris’ brows furrowed at the foreign, feminine voice. “Yes.”

“Mister Christopher Argent?”

Peter was growing impatient in his lap and so was Chris. “Yes. Who is this?”

He already had to lean away from Peter, who was trying to steal the phone and throw it into a corner of the room, assuming – much like Chris at this point – that someone was trying to sell him something. He should have hung up right away when it wasn’t someone from the pack.

“This is Nurse Reynolds with the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. It’s about Mister Stilinski.”

Peter, with his fingers triumphantly wrapped around the edge of the phone, froze. So did Chris.

“W… What?” Chris forced out, swallowing hard. “Why…?”

“I’m sorry but I have to tell you that Mister Stilinski was in a car accident.”

Chris could see his own terror and fear mirrored in Peter’s face, the wolf’s hands having slipped to rest on Chris’ chest now, holding onto them. Stiles. Something had happened to Stiles.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! I’m not sure if your doing requests or not but if you are can you do one where Hotch’s daughter is acting weird lately where she where’s his clothes and stuff and he just thinks that she misses him when he’s on a case but really is because his daughter is transgender and wants to be a boy but didn’t have enough confidence to come out to her dad but told all her friends and they call her a male name and she respond to it and Hotch gets all confused

Aaron Hotchner X Trans Son Reader

Hey its been a while but here is a new oneshot!

Request: Hotch’s daughter is acting weird lately where she where’s his clothes and stuff and he just thinks that she misses him when he’s on a case but really is because his daughter is transgender and wants to be a boy but didn’t have enough confidence to come out to her dad but told all her friends and they call her a male name and she respond to it and Hotch gets all confused

I love it I need more trans readers I aill gladly write them.

Y/D/N - Ypur dead name as Hotch don't know the name you want to go by yet.

Third person pov...

Hotch is getting ready for work, as he stands in his trousers in his room he is currently searching for a shirt, it was one of his whites and couldn't find it.

Confused the man looks in the laundry bin but still couldn't find it, thinking of the last possible reason he knocks on his daughters door. "Hey Y/D/N, have you seen my white shirt?" He asks walking in to his daughters room.

The teen is on her bed reading a book, she freezes a second before Hotch sees her eyes wonder over to her wardrobe, confused the man looks over and sees a large white shirt sticking out, it was his shirt!

The man then takes thr shirt back, he folds it and looks at his daughter whos eyes don't leave her book, his face softens. "If you miss me that much just ask and I will give you something only honey" he tells her, Y/D/N just smiles trying to hide her face embarrassed she was caught.

'That's the fifth time she's taken my clothes, strange' thinks the man before going downstairs to make breakfast for his kids.

Once Hotch leaves Y/N let's put a sigh of relief his Dad didn't seen him trying kn the shirt to see how it looks. Y/N was Trans, he's known he was a boy since he was 12, now being 15 he wants to tell his dad but doesn't know how.

Sighing the boy stands up and begins getting ready for school, he wears his less girly clothes and walks out of his room and downstairs for breakfast.

"Foods on the table Y/D/N eat up we leave soon" Says Y/N dad as the Man rushes around the room tidying up Jack's mess and making sure the food wasn't burning.

Hotch takes a sip of coffee before noticing his daughters clothes, of course being a profiler he has noticed how his daughter had been acting strangely, it worried him.

He then checks the time "oh shi- come on kids time to go" he exclaims just seeing the time, once both kids are in thr car Hot h drives off thankfully he didn't have to get to work early.

He drops Jack off first then drives down to the highschool, Y/N kisse shis dad cheek then jumps out, just as Hotcb goes to tell her he loves her, the man hears one of her friends call Y/D/N another name.

"Hey Y/N!" Exclaims tbr teen making Y/N smile, Hotch sees the smile it was a genuine smile on his daughters face lately she doesn't smile as much.

"Y/N? Who's Y/N?" Mutters Hotch even his profiling brain was confused, once the man got tk work he got to searching up why his daughter was acting funny.

After an hour of going over everything he finally understands why his daughter is acting to strange. "Is she Trans?" He questions himself.

He then thinks of everything that's happened with his teen, the drastic change of clothes, the now short hair, not liking anything feminine, thr subtle flinches when called her name.

Hotch smiles "I have a trans kid" he mutters to himself smiling.

After they finish the case Hotch texts Jessica telling her he will be back soon and that she can leave to go home.

Once the man arrives home he finds his 'son' sitting at the kitchen table cup of hit chocolate in his hands very anxious expression on his face.

"Hey Bub, what's going on?" Questions Hotch making sure to not use anything feminine nicknames for them. He visibly notices them relax at the name.

Y/N taps his nails onto the cup nervous before answering, he was going to tell his dad he was trans. "Hey Dad, yeah i-can I talk to you?" He questions this made his dad serious.

The man then takes a seat infront of his child hopefully having a reassuring look on his face as he waits for them to start talking.

"Okay, so I have been thinking in telling you this for years but never knew how, but here I go I guess, I'm Trans Dad. I'm not a girl I'm a boy, I've known since I was 12 and did lot sofa research, my friends know and have helped me to be able to finally tell you." He explains all in one breath breathing deeply after trying to catch his breath back.

Hotch just smiles, he was happy his son finally came and told him himself. Hotch takes his sons shaking hands in his, this makes the teen jump red blotchy eyes look at him.

"I know Son, I did my own research at work and it all fell together, I'm proud of you for telling me and of course I love and support you I'm sure Jack would love an older brother and me another Son-" before he finishes his words he had his arms filled with his new 'Son'.

The man comforts the boy but rocking and kissing his forehead letting him cry, he must of been so worried waiting for Aaron to get home from thr case.

When he finally calmed down Y/N spoke. "I have chosen a name that I want to be called" he mutters, He feels his dad rub his back helping him relax.

"And what that Son" Says Hotch, he once again sees his sons face light up at being called 'Son' from now on the dad only wants to see that expression on his kids face.

Y/N looks down at his hands and nervously picks at his skin. "Y/N" he mutters. "Sounds great, Y/N Hotchner it is" Says Hotch.

He is then once again hugged tightly by his son he hugs back just a tight. "Anytbing else you want me to know son?" He asks the boy in his arms.

Y/N sniffles before pulling back and shuffling on his Dad's lap. "Can we change my name in the school system and tell Jack tomorrow?" Askes Y/N.

"Of course we can do that Son, and Jack will know tomorrow, we will be happy to have an older brother" Says the man, soon enough his Son had fallen asleep so he took him upstairs and tucked the boy in.

"Good night Son" he mumbles before leaving.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot I loved it as usual sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are Open!

Word count: 1211

[majimasleftasscheek]

I love the whole ms hannya magical/tatoo thing. Do you have any worldbuilding ideas behind it too?

I do!!

long post ahead (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

so, the concept is like spirits that haunt people by manifesting through big ass tattoos (at least full back in size) - as the tattoo is slowly completed so does the spirit slowly become part of the person. 

they'll take on traits of the host, such as pieces of their personality but also things the host may value or want to see in themselves. Ms. Hannya is physically feminine, very open to express impulsiveness and violence. Big D is more jovial and friendly than Kiryu but just as much of a himbo, etc.

the spirits themselves exist parallel to humans, doing ghosty goo things like haunting people or places, making shit fly off walls, the usual. but some of them are drawn to people to possess them as a form of interaction with the world they could not otherwise achieve. something about the slow process of tattooing, fresh wounds and the literal imagery help spirits shape into something tangible and attach themselves to the host. lesser spirits by contrast just sort of ‘exist’ without any real personality or being. 

theme-wise, the spirits take on the central subject of the tattoo (a dragon, hannya, tiger, etc) as well as other bits to varying degrees. for example, Ms. Hannya usually appears as a ghost looking thing but she can form a snake body or have sakura petals float around her. Nishiki's fish likewise could have water effects swirling around, etc.

the spirits are invisible to everyone (including other spirits) except the host unless they choose to show themselves. spirits can sense other spirits despite visibility.

when first manifesting, hints of them appear during the tattoo's initial progress.

Majima's started out by him seeing very unworldly hair tendrils in weird places, hearing Ms. Hannya’s voice, seeing vague apparitions of her, etc throughout the process of his tattooing. Saejima saw bamboo growing out of the walls or something more benign for his lol.

I think it'd be cool to interpret the heat effects from people's in-game fighting moves as them literally channeling their spirit 👀 so when Kiryu’s got his flame aura going on, that’s his dragon helping out. I want to keep the spirit’s ability somewhat in line with the games so the spirits themselves aren’t going to be directly fighting other people or doing fancy shit like Jojo stands but rather mostly buffing their hosts. spirits do have some limited physical interaction with things like they can touch and be felt but it’s more or less within a short radius from their host.

people who have heat effects to their moves but say, no tattoos could be host to lesser spirits that don’t develop into their own being. said host’s connection to that spirit is weak and they wouldn’t even know they’re possessed but that fire shit do be cool tho. people like Akiyama or Shinada would fit here and still prove to be pretty strong but it’s not as comparable to as those with fully sapient spirits.

spirits are very protective of their hosts since it's their ticket to interacting in the real world though it varies. some might be more self centered while others will genuinely bond with their host. 

Ms. Hannya is very defensive of Majima, to the point she's often aggressive and has a lot of tough love to give him. initially he was very resistant to her manipulations to go apeshit and she doesn’t particularly care for his selflessness at his own expense, so the beginning of their relationship was fairly hostile. she became even more protective of him after his experience in the hole. she’s not a fan of anyone who uses Majima (even if he lets them) so people like Kiryu are on her shit list and to a lesser degree Saejima, due to the ‘I’m constantly going back to jail’ thing lol.

Big D is quite the opposite, he’s willing to go along with whatever Kiryu says and shares his recklessness. he’s a very passive spirit who doesn’t bother to argue with Kiryu because he knows there’s no point in talking to a brick wall so he just does his best to protect him. Ms. Hannya is pretty irritated by his passivity just because she thinks Big D could *try* to reel Kiryu in from being a dumbass but frankly he doesn’t think Kiryu would listen.

hosts and spirits share emotional and physical feelings.

for better or worse, spirits can feel all the physical sensations their hosts do. Majima’s time in the hole was enough to make Ms. Hannya disappear for the most part as she was too weak to even manifest. she could talk to him but barely.

as far as emotions go, neither hosts or spirits can make each other feel things. instead it’s more like, they can understand what the other is feeling innately. so if Majima’s making googoo eyes @ Kiryu and denying anything lovey dovey is going on, Ms. Hannya can call him out on it lol.

there’s porny implications here too so do with that information as you will lol

spirits cannot be damaged physically unless the tattoo itself is damaged. touchups can help maintain their appearance. upon the host’s death, the spirit also “dies” and reverts back into a lesser spirit, losing its memories and identity.

given my Nishiki lives AU, his fish got burnt pretty badly so his spirit has since taken up a similar appearance. unlike Nishiki who in a way feels like the damage done to himself is deserved as some sort of penance, his spirit is actually rather bitter about it.

hrmmm me thinks that’s all I got for now!

[symphopan]

Join in the Slime

By: Symphopan

-------------------------------------------------------------- [Recording Start]

Pan: Ok it's on. *Ahem* So this is Pan documenting Incident: 0508. Class: Crystal grab. Subject is Ms. Tess Ashton, previously Ted Ashton.

Tess: Come on! Let me out please.

Pan: Beginning report. About 3 weeks ago, I detected a high reality surge from one of the worlds. After tracking it, I discovered that a Reality Crystal had been uncovered but had been used. So I went down there to see what happened. That's when I ran into Ted and a group of his friends.

Tess: I know you can hear me.

Pan: *Sigh* The Group had found it by pure happenstance. They didn’t really seem to know what they had in their possession. After a bit one of them did figure out what it could do after accidentally blasting a wall. They then took turns seeing what else the Crystal could do, some changed into animal hybrids, others gave themselves “cool” magic weapons or powers. That’s when I’d decided to step in.

Tess: Don’t you wanna be like them.

Pan: They regained composer form seeing a bipedal talking panda, but they refused to give up the Crystal. Before I could just take it, they gave the Crystal to Ted, stood in front of him, and got ready to fight me. Not wanting to overdo it on some people having fun, began to take them down one by one. Once it was just Ted left, they asked him to do something. And from here it is best if you hear it from her.

Tess: Why don’t become slime, I’m sure you’ll like it.

Pan: Please. If you’ll just give your statement. The Quicker we get through this, the sooner you and Cam can be together.

Tess: OH! Ok where do I start?

Pan: When you first use the Crystal.

Tess: Well when everyone was asking for my help, the Crystal started glowing. I looked into it and saw a glimpse of the powers I could have. I did what they had done and focused on the crystal. Once I closed my eyes and opened them again, I was greeted by a void. I could hear a voice around me, it sounded like mine but higher pitched, and more feminine. It was saying things like, “I know what you crave. What power you want. Are you not tired of being so passive? Don’t you want to be noticed by all, by him.” And it was right. I did.

Pan: That all lines up with what normally happens during some Reality Awakenings. The void, voice, even the promise of power.

Tess: Is that what you call it? Well after trying to find the voice, I turned to face a girl made completely out of what looked like slime. She smiled at me before holding her hand out. When I took it she quickly covered me. After then my vision went dark and when it came back I saw you before being overtaken by a lot of energy. Slowly I started to change. My skin became smoother, my thighs widened and hips pinched inward. Looking at my hands, they started to become daintier and lost a couple of inches of my high. My chest starts to grow out close to a D cup I believe. Then everything felt really weird. I felt very gooey and like everything was moving at all times. The feeling was odd at first but then I began to LOVE it. And wasn’t just the gooey feeling but finally being a girl. Some much was going through my head, happiness, excitement, and the need to share this feeling with others. *Slamming Noise* Much like you.

Pan: *Exasperated Sigh* I’m not letting you out Tess. 

Tess: You're already halfway there being part paint yourself, just let me finish you off. Aw come back please. I was just spreading the love.…

(Tess’ voice fades out)

Pan: Tess’ Awakening wasn’t the usual balance of aura color, which was pink and blue, and the black and white that all others have. In her case the white overtook a good 70% of her aura of blue and pink. She became an Flux, an Ascendant one at that. While I don’t think she is as bad as other Flux cases, on either side, she did manage to convert her friend and 60% of her home reality. So I put the world under quarantine, as it seems like they work on some type of hive mind. I currently have Galaxy working on something to break her connection and lessen her need to convert others. Hopefully after that we can convince her to stop, with help from Cam. For now she’ll remain here, though I will say she does seem happier now that she’s like that.

(Door opens)

Robo: (from a distance) Hey Melody… Oh sorry didn’t know you were Pan right now.

Pan: It’s fine. What’s up?

Robo: I need you to come see this.

(Door Closes)

Pan: Well I should see what that is. Report over. [Recording ends]

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Art by Me.

Robo belongs to @robotkirby12

Galaxy belongs to Sorrowful Succubus

Thanks to @robotkirby12 and Sorrowful Succubus for test reading, and encouraging me.

I hope to write more like this soon.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Random question but do you listen to music while you write? If so, do you have a favourite playlist/what kind of music do you listen to? Also, did you ever manage to find a perfume that matches Steve’s scent in to b, with love?

I love music anon. When an idea is germinating in my head I tend to start naturally building playlists. They really inspire me, and I’ve found that just listening to them in my off time can help me through a writing slump. Not to be cheesy but music is food for the soul lol. Sometimes my playlists can be super helpful while I’m writing, and other times my ADHD is just not having it and I need something less distracting.

I like a lot of kinds of music. I’ve always had pretty eclectic tastes, folk, rock, country, pop, grunge and etc. Some things you like cause they’re a bop lol and other things tap into a certain emotion. I guess as long as the music can take me on a journey I’m open to it. I have a playlist for To Be, With Love and I think that one is my standing favorite. There’s a lot of folk/country/bluegrass emphasis and I have a real love for the stories packed into those genres.

And ahhhh yes, on the Steve scent thing. Had to google it to be sure I got the name right. ETAT LIBRE D`ORANGE : Experimentum Crucis. It’s one of the few apple/rose combos I have found and the sample I tried at Sephora was divine. It’s very warm, almost ambery like a masculine cologne but then the apple and the rose sort of lift it at the end, kinda stinging and sweet and a little powdery? I think I love that about it most, that combination of the feminine and the masculine. It’s a good work scent. Classy and strong without being too much.

[obsoleteozymandias]

Heyy, here for that matchup exchange!

A resident evil matchup would be pretty cool, and I’m fine with any gender.

So, first things first, I’m a trans dude that uses he/they pronouns. Sometimes I’ll wear more feminine clothes, but a lot of the time I’m just wearing whatever’s clean. My wardrobe consists mostly of silly t-shirts, the occasional dress shirt, band merch, and just plain black t-shirts. Oh, I own a lot of black clothes. It’s pretty much the only color I wear. I also almost always have a hoodie/sweatpants on too because I’m insecure about my arms and legs.

I have this habit where if something bad happens, I’ll just go quiet for a couple hours. I also get overwhelmed by life so my eyes get all wide and I look like I’m about to cry lol.

That’s what I look like 😭

Anyways, I also have pretty bad depression/anxiety, but I’m fine as long as I take my medication.

Other than all that sad stuff, I’ve been told Im a pretty funny person. I enjoy seeing people smile and laugh because of my jokes. Sometimes im not trying to be funny, it’s just how I am. Like, when something starts to fall (or I think it’s gonna fall) I start to talk to it and maybe kinda yell at it. I also talk to myself a lot when I think im alone. Mostly things like reminding myself to do something or not to do something, but sometimes I’ll have full on conversations about how crazy I sound lol.

I really really like horror related stuff, so that’s something that doesn’t really bother me irl. Like, you could show me a picture of a pretty gruesome wound and I’d just be like “neato” or whatever. I also write—duh— and really like to read in my spare time.

As a lover im pretty affectionate (touch starvation for the win lol) and will bake or cook you anything you could ever want. You mention these cookies that seem really good? I’ve made them for you. You mention that your hungry? Five course meal has just been plated, sit and eat. Im also fiercely protective of people I care about. I won’t hesitate to hit a bitch if they’re being mean to my friends. On the topic of hitting people, it takes a lot to get me angry, and I’m apparently pretty scary when I’m mad. But, instead of arguing or making my anger known, I’ll just go to a room where it’s quiet and I can be alone to play music and calm myself down. I don’t like how I am when I’m angry because I get scared I’ll hurt someone.

Music is also a huge part of my life. I mostly listen to metal (it’s in brand for me if you’ve seen me irl lmao) but I have my guiltily pleasure songs. I also have a somewhat decent (?) singing voice. Idk man. I also dye and cut my hair compulsively because I think it looks cool. I may or may not do it in the middle of the night. I’ll never tell.

Uhh, I think that’s all? Thanks again and I’m sorry this is so long 😭

Bro you are relatable fr. Also thanks for doing this with me :D I love longer descriptions because they give me more to work off of!

== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Ashley Graham

Okay, I will admit, this is partially because of her skin in the RE4 remake. I won’t lie to you, bro. She’s definitely a scene/punk kid. 

But! That aside, I think the two of you could be an absolute power couple. 

Ashley is most attracted to your loyalty and maturity. She admires that you stand up for what you believe in, including your friends and people you care for. She’s also relieved to know that you aren’t afraid to get physical, since the idea of hitting someone scares her. 

On that note, you’re kind of like her knight-in-shining-armor. You’ll handle anything and everything she can’t stand (ex blood, guts, gore, physical stuff), and she’ll cheer you on from the sidelines. 

And she’ll shower you with kisses and hugs later. She calls your her prince/knight. 

She’s a very affectionate person, and she never hesitates to hug you or call you a cute name. In fact, she finds it delightful that she can be that cheesy around you. She loves that she can be herself around you. 

The two of you are also menaces when it comes to cracking jokes and puns. She’s there to pick up on your gags, and she throws them right back at you. The two of you even spend time together just baking and giggling about nothing important. 

She loves watching you cook and bake. She’ll just sit on the counter and observe you, and sneak in a kiss or two while you’re busy. Especially when you’re busy. You’ve burnt a bit of food because of this. 

Ashley is also a huge fan of music. She’s into pop and indie music, but also rock and, once you introduce her to it, metal. She likes how loud and powerful it feels. 

Ashley will absolutely help you dye and cut your hair - she does it all the time, too! She gets how sometimes emotions can be overwhelming, so you need to just do something expressive. She’ll add matching streaks in the both of your hair, and it's very cute. 

She also loves that the two of you can experiment with fashion together. She’s glad to have a partner who isn’t opposed to wearing some feminine clothing, or who isn’t afraid to express themselves through clothes like she does. 

Overall, you and Ashley are simply made for eachother. You compliment the best in one another everyday, and are a strong couple in my eyes. 

[bigender-cowboy]

THIS BLOG IS ON SEMI-HIATUS

Bigender (she/he)

Call me Nicolò or Nico (anything will really stick though) update to that: Victor and also their feminine versions + Vikki: bigger update, anything in my pronouns page. Diego is good too but I cannot update my pronouns page so.

No public discord. dm me (or if you aren’t comfy with that, we can work something out) so you can get it : )

My Pinterest is just bigender_cowboy!

I mainly post on Warrior cats but occasionally other stuff too (by other stuff I mean twdg and twd comics, maybe the show if I ever actually get past s3)

Some of my hobbies are: reading, writing, drawing, music (not singer. think producer), ice skating (<- haven’t done that in a bit, so I’m a bit rusty but it’s definitely mentionable as I love it and it took up a large part of my life), don’t know what it’s called but finding old glass factories and taking glass bottles, also don’t know what it’s called but scavenging on river shores and finding stuff from the mid 1700s to 1800s, and some other stuff I’m not thinking of

Also I have many reblogs because I used to not reblog so now it’s common for me to. Posts and reblogs are different, reblogs don’t always have a genre.

I don’t really have a dni its really just basic shit, except-

Pedos can fuck off especially though and people who support incest (products of incest are different!)

My pfp changes a bit

If you need a place to vent my messages are open (I may not respond immediately, but it’s still a safe space to talk)

My immune system loves me (I’m constantly sick, I literally hold records for myself vomiting and stuff because of it)

Adding onto the sick bit, I’ve noticed I can get parasocial when sick or stressed (very much so if I have a fever) and I would like to state I’m normally not, it happens sometimes and you can message me if I accidentally made you uncomfortable

ITS ME!!! @/WARRIOR-CATS-JUNK

I changed my name.

The ‘treat me as a minor’ bit won’t change even when I’m not a minor. It will change when I start getting comfy with alcohol. Alcoholism runs in my family and when I can be responsible enough to handle a drink and not get stuck with them for the rest of my life I’ll change that. Also it acts as a shield.

I love tag games, feel free to tag me in them : D

story side blog is @berryclan-and-friends and my warrior cats design blog is @nicodrawscats which it won’t let me tag so you can search it yourself!

I practice paganism and while I don’t actually know if I fully believe in it it’s still interesting and I’ll still keep it up

Therian and otherkin friendly! Please interact with me. Y’all are so cool <3

I love my partner so much if you ever wanna ask about him I will fucking rant

[unadulterated-syd]

ah words cant explain how excited i am for this!!! please can i request a male boy meets world matchup???

i know you know all of this by now but i’ll send it all again just as a reminder <3 i go by she/her pronouns. my name is florence but most people call me flo or other nicknames. i’m a fair skinned 5’3 girl with long curly gold hair that is cut in 90s layers with long side bangs. it’s typically held off my face with a ballet pink coloured ribbon. i have downturned doe eyes that are constantly switching between blue, green and grey. i always curl my lashes and wear mascara because sadly naturally i have very straight pale lashes. i have a slim, slight figure. my face only has a few freckles but i have a lot on my body. i have a small ring of freckles on my knuckle which i love!!! my cheeks are always flushed and i have a small gap betweeen my front 2 teeth.

i’m extremely physically affectionate. my friends irl will tell anyone that because i’m nearly always holding their hands or looping my arms with theirs. my love language is definitely physical touch. i’m an infp and a libra. i also get told that my personality reminds people of miss honey or cinderella. so i guess that means i’m pretty soft spoken and kind. i’m very quiet when i first meet people but once they probably know me i can ramble for ages about my hyper-fixations.i can be kinda naive but only because i always wanna see the good in people!!! i don’t really get angry or when i am angry i just end up crying.

i really love classic literature and vintage books!!! along with vintage movies (especially audrey hepburn movies, i’m literally obsessed with her) i love alternative music from the 80s. think the smiths, blondie, echo and the bunnymen + not from the 80s lana <333 though to be fair i just adore anything from the past. but also i thrive listening to vintage love songs. i dress in a very typically feminine way with ditsy floral patterns and lace being a staple in my wardrobe. i love pressed flowers and journaling.

omg thank you do much im literally so excited for this

i think you'll be excited to hear these ones tehe !!

since i made you wait so long + i don't remember your preference !! i gave you a gal and a guy :))

also i totally think i said this to you last time but you're literally like the coolest person ever???

I give you,,

-> Eric Matthews !!

obviously i have to give you Eric,, because it works so well on different levels

a. you're both emotional people,, i mean think u guys argue and then you guys just cry together because it was stupid and there's no way either of u could be gen mad ☹️💓

b. you'd be different from the normal relationships he has,, like you guys actually connect rather than looks alone + that's why it lasts,, because he really liked you

c. friends to lovers bc he'd like not think of you romantically until he says something to jack or corey and they make fun of him for "being in love"

d. he'd listen to any music i think,, you play it and he'll just enjoy it he doesn't care

e. he would LOVE to listen to hyperfixations + it takes him awhile to understand so he finds it really nice that u treat him intellectually equal,, like taking the time to explain certain things to him

f. you could befriend morgan and she'd love ur aesthetic let's be honest

g. plus you're both naive so neither one of you feels guilty if you accidentally fall for something,, like emotionally you guys get one another there!!

h. also he LOVES physical affection,, like you're both constantly touching each other in some way. but not in a way that makes others uncomfortable if that makes sense??

i. lastly,, he's very compassionate so id just see u both as being insufferable + movie night and you're both just abnoxiously sobbing over something small (super silly to me but Corey would complain the WHOLE time)

i give you,,

-> angela moore !!

i was inbetween angela and rachel here,, but i decided angela,, here's why !

a. she's canonically really into literally, poetry, classic literature,, so the two of you already share a huge part of interest together. analyzing works + reading together >>

b. golden retriever and blackcat gfs !!

c. i think angela would really like the type of movies your into,, and i think she would sit there comforting you after movies like "hon theyre not real are you ok???"

d. she doesn't get how you cry when you're angry,, but she also adores it in a way?? like she's very used to arguments getting heated but you guys have a very open line of communication bc of the way you handle things??

e. you guys would 50/50 music i think,, somedays it's yours all day and some it's hers rather than arguing over it. like you both LIKE each other's music enough to be like "okay you can play it today"

f. she likes how clingy you are affection wise,, goes out of her way to like always hold ur hand or smthn so you're comfortable !!

g. will protect u from anyone who tries to take advantage of u,, she's really good at reading people in that way + she doesn't make you feel less

h. also u guys are like polar opposites aesthetic wise,, and so u guys literally just surprise people when they find out you're together + she finds it really funny

hope this was worth the wait!!! :DD

[mouwrites]

hi! how are you? ⋆˙⟡♡

i was wondering if i can request a romantic male atsv matchup please?

i’m a girl, 19, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i’m super affectionate with people who i love. i’m also very sensitive and emotional person too. 

my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, 

i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine. i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies ₍⑅ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎♡ overall, i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc.

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. 

thank you and have a nice day <3

Hi there! :D I hope your day is even better!! <3 (and dw about your English, it’s flawless!!) Without further ado, I match you with:

Spider-Noir!

A handful of headcanons!

He loves how emotional and sensitive you can be

With your emotional-ness and his dark, brooding personality, you guys have a lot of deep talks

Life, death, dreams, disappointments—anything and everything that resides in the deeper parts of your minds

On that note, he appreciates that you’re a fellow intellectual

He loves to explore intellectual topics in discussion as well as emotional ones, so you’re a perfect fit; you can do both!

Conversations with you are the kindling to the warmth your relationship

As for your shyness, that’s not a problem for him

He’s not exactly a socialite himself, so he won’t be dragging you to parties or anything

But he’s not nervous around people like you are, so when you do go out in public, he takes the lead

Though he really doesn’t like socializing all that much, he’s more than glad to do it for you

He also loves taking care of you in general

He sees you as a delicate flower, small (in comparison to him, at least) and in need of guarding

He knows you’re the one when you return the favor :)

Being Spider-Man is hard work, and being able to come home to someone who’s soft and kind is the best thing in the world for him

He’s a pretty masculine guy, so he doesn’t take much interest in your more feminine side

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t support you!!

He’ll often surprise you with some new makeup or a bunny plush, just to see your face light up

His nicknames for you include “dear,” “my flower,” and “my love”

He loves to be called “dear,” “honey,” and “my hero”

A little drabble!

The window flew open, a cold drift blasting through the living room. Drops of rain dribbled onto the carpet, soon overshadowed by the moisture pouring off a black trench coat that slipped through the opening.

The window clicked shut again, and all was quiet save for the ragged breathing of the man in the coat.

You stood up from your reclined position on the couch, hurrying over to him.

“You’re back,” you smiled, opening your arms and wrapping them around his middle. You hardly noticed the icy rain he was drenched in as it began soaking through your clothes.

“Yes, my love,” he breathed, still regaining the wind in his lungs. “Tonight was hard.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You pulled away, looking with sincere concern into his goggles.

He pulled off his mask, revealing a pained expression that just about split your heart in two.

“Oh, Peter…” you buried your face in his shoulder again, rubbing circles on his back.

You pulled away reluctantly after a moment. “Let me make you something warm to drink, then you can tell me all about it.”

The smallest of smiles curved his thin lips, and he leaned down to kiss you. “That sounds perfect. Let me change into something more suitable. Something that doesn’t leave you sopping wet, at least.” A little glimmer in his eye made you giggle as you finally let go, leaving him to change.

You positioned yourself on the couch with two mugs of tea resting on the coffee table. Peter sat on the ground in front of you, wrapping his arms around your hips and occasionally leaning his head against your thigh as he spoke. He didn’t need the tea; your sympathy was far more warming than a hot drink could ever be.

And… a song!

We Belong Together (Ritchie Valens)

You're mine

And we belong together

Yes, we belong together

For eternity

…

You're my, my baby

And you'll always be

I swear by everything I own

You'll always, always be mine

I hope you enjoyed! And thank you for your support, lovely!!

(divider by saradika)

[youmissedone]

“You don’t have to say that,” murmured K-Mart. Carlos and Claire had taken her into their convoy a while ago, and they’d never made her feel that way, but she still felt infantilized by some of the other members. Carlos’ reputation for being a kind-hearted person wasn’t based on nothing, though, and she was grateful to him for checking in on her. “It’s nice of you to check on me, but you, Claire, and Alice have never made me feel that way.”

K-Mart nervously glanced around the desert they’d set up camp in. While her layered clothing might’ve protected her from the elements, it wouldn’t protect her from any infected. Thankfully, there hadn’t been many recent issues with infection, and the others seemed to be off doing their own thing. K-Mart absentmindedly twirled a strand of her straight blonde hair before turning her focus back to Carlos.

Carlos was the one who had found her in the titular Kmart. She was much younger then - the convoy had been in existence for years - and she barely knew how to hold a gun. She’d convinced herself that she was going to die when Carlos first found her. K-Mart’s little crush on Carlos hadn’t lasted for long, and she eventually came to view him as a father figure, but in any case, her hero worship of him never went away.

“Some of the other members of the convoy have, though. They don’t ever want to listen when I have an idea, or they just lump me in with the little kids,” she admitted with a sigh. “I just want to help out. I don’t feel like I’m carrying my weight as much as I could be. You and Claire do so much, and I’m just… there, ya know?”

K-Mart, ironically, appreciated her new life more than her old one. She’d always been interested in art, and photography and collaging were her specialties. It made her the target of bullying, and she’d never felt she quite fit in with her rich, preppy, feminine classmates. Aside from that, she was bisexual, and fear of being outed kept her from truly connecting with her peers. This apocalypse was a chance to be reborn as K-Mart, and she wasn’t going to pass that up. It made her want to help as much as she could - not only had they saved her life, they’d given her a new one, and they’d helped take care of her after all her loved ones died or abandoned her.

“Anyway, I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. What’s up with you, Claire, and Alice? L.J. said you all are going on a date. I can kinda see it. You gotta tell me everything!”

{don’t worry about matching length - I got inspired, and I have so many headcanons for her, so yeah}

________

{ Don’t worry about it! I’ve never had anyone write a K-mart muse with Carlos before, so this is really cool! =D }

“Well, that’s good, but if you still feel that way, even if we’re not the problem, I’m still willing to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Carlos offered. Unlike some people, his social battery for people downloading their problems onto him never seemed to deplete. It was something he didn’t mind doing, and even liked to do… helping people get things off their chests or giving them a sympathetic ear that would help them to feel heard.

He noticed her looking around and smiled a little. “It’s alright. We’re good. Perimeter’s already up. If anything comes our way, we’ll know about it,” he said, trying to reassure her, though he fully understood K-mart’s paranoia. One really couldn’t survive in this world anymore such as it was without a hefty amount of paranoia.

Carlos listened as she spoke, not looking to interrupt her. If she didn’t feel like she was being listened to, the worst thing he could do was talk over her. When she’d finished, he nodded, taking in all that she’d said. “Well… you don’t have to pull your weight. We don’t ask that of anyone. Some can’t, some don’t want to… everyone does what they can. Those of us who can do more and want to, we do. Most want to help in some way, but those who want to just hang back, that’s fine too. So don’t feel like you have to do over and above what you are now, or that anyone is judging you. We’re all just trying to survive, however that works best for each of us.”

He shifted a little, thinking a bit more. “But if helping out more is something you want, why not discuss it with Claire? Only because she’s kindof the unspoken fearless leader of all of us,” he said, a big grin showing itself for a moment. If you want to do more, we can start training you on different weapons, teach you how to clear locations with us, show you more about the tech we use to monitor everything, get you more involved. Is that what you want?” he asked, trying to gauge whether this was a real desire or just her voicing some guilt she was feeling.

As K-mart changed the subject to Carlos’ dating life, the grin returned and he chuckled. “Eh… L.J. likes to talk,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “We’re in the middle of the desert, where’re we going to go on a date? Our current situation of daily survival doesn’t really lend itself well to romance, anyway. And besides… Alice and I… we ended a long time ago.” There was a little hint of sadness in his tone that he did his best to hide. “She prefers to be alone. I don’t think she’s even going to stay with us for very long. And uh… I’m not sure Claire is very big on sharing…” 

Things had been admittedly weird for him since Alice’s return. The tension was clear, both good and bad, but although he still loved her, she seemed to really be against the idea of reconnecting fully. He had to simply accept that, just as he’d accepted her leaving five years prior without saying goodbye. And Claire… She was someone Carlos could definitely get involved with, but he’d never thought she felt the same. So their dynamic settled on friendship and a great working relationship, until Alice came and Claire seemed to get a bit… jealous? It honestly had surprised him. He’d never seen her get like that before. But the three of them getting together? Nah. In my dreams.

“What about you? Anything new on your romantic radar, as long as we’re prying into each other’s personal business?” Carlos tossed back, but he wasn’t upset at her for it. Playful, maybe, but that was just his usual casual demeanor that he often had. 

[praebitorem-glaciei]

nsfw asks - finn edition

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I always use the aftercare section to talk about what kind of positions my ocs like. anyways. a switch!! when he tops, he's very gentle and caring with aftercare.. will make his partner a snack, get them a drink, clean them up. and when he bottoms he's j really clingy, he wants kisses in a warm bath with a bath bomb..

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Finn is pretty insecure about his body, he's incredibly dysphoric. But he thinks he has really nice hips! though they're a bit more feminine than he'd like, he knows they're nice. On his partner? hands... simp.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

He's pretty average with wetness? So I'll go with the fact he tastes a lil bit sweet with that hint of musk...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Breeding kink. He really really didn't think he'd be into that and then Fennel suggested it and now he's REALLY into it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin before his current bf.. No experience whatsoever. But he's soo determined.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The Lotus! He likes how close it is..

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

tends to giggle a bit, he's kind of ticklish so.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

messy and light brown. doesn't shave that much..

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

LOVER BOY... pet names, kissing, forehead touching..

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Didn't really masturbate before Fennel and then proceeds to masturbate and send him videos every night before they move in together lmao gn.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

big big big exhibitionist.. really likes bondage, especially tying up his partner with fancy knots.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Not like.. on a stage or anything. but he's open to most places..

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

KISS HIS NECK.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

unsanitary kinks, cnc, he wouldn't take drugs..

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

Likes to give! He's so eager to learn that he quickly gets the hang of it!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When he bottoms he likes when it starts slow and sensual and gets rougher the more needy his partner gets for him. When he's on top he's a bit of a tease.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not his favourite, but not infrequent.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Super game to experiment. He hasn't done anything before this so... Why not?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Sorcerer stamina real... Can go for a few rounds!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably? Probably for both..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIG tease without even meaning to be sometimes.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

LOUD, bottom or top, he's a very vocal lover.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he's really.. really into (consensual) frottage.. j rubbing is.. ugh. idk somethin sinful about it he loooves.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

cute,, small.. tiny boy.

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

Tends to match his partner's.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not immediately! he loves himself some pillow talk first<3

[jealousraisin]

CHARLIE FACTS

she/her, she barely thinks gender is like a real thing in the first place but fw the pronouns

autistic

has her license, owns a decent car she’s decorated (it’s pink)

can fall asleep anywhere in the most uncomfortable looking positions, think like a cat. She’s that kid laying across 3 chairs with a jacket over her somehow asleep at a loud latino party

occasionally seshes with Luke

Is really good with baking like just give her a recipe and you’re good

scared of horror, watches anything remotely scary on youtube and then doesn’t sleep or needs to have someone stay the night with her. :O

despite that, she has a ghost hunting channel

Her room is either a complete explosion or really organised.

Really struggled with figuring out who she was, she had a basic idea of who she could be, but really needed some encouragement to try things out and create her identity which included embracing her femininity, being kinder to herself and embracing the way she presents herself physically with the way she dresses and such.

When she was younger she found that she would try to make friends and she thought she was doing really well with how she was socialising but would often find that that wasn’t the case. Struggled with making friends so she turned to online friendships and communities which was also a contributor for helping her figure herself out

Knows how to do her own nails, including acrylics and intricate nail art. She frequently does Jonothans and Luke’s nails and had to teach those two the importance of top coat. So if you see the boys with painted nails know they are gel and they WILL be lasting.

Is really into self care and has two sets of skin routines, one of which jonothan is in charge of doing which is the “we stayed out really late and i’m gonna go ahead and pass out for 12 hours, take my makeup off for me” routine which involves 2 cleaners/face wash and like 3 different creams. Her main routine takes her like 30 minutes after showering and involves doing a hydrating sheet mask. Jonothan partakes in this one when he’s staying the night.

Frequently stays at jonothans apartment, basically lives there as well, she has a copy of the key and is friends with the front desk. Whenever Jonothan is not home she will sometimes hang out at the front desk, so much so she has an honorary name badge to wear when she’s down there and will cover for bathroom breaks.

is a little map obsessed freak, knows her way around LA way too easily. Despite her shit sense of direction, when paired with Jonothans semse of direction she can get you from point A to point B in times you didnt think were possible.

Uses waze really frequently and loves adding reports throughout her trip, even ( especially) when she’s a passenger, that means she can really be on the lookout for things to report to other drivers.

DESPISES styrofoam and wishes to zap it out of reality forever.

Her motif is for sure Hearts! AND ALSO STARS

She uses quite a few perfumes (little smell obsessed freak) but her mains are the pink hello kitty body spray and pink sugar for sure.

Cannot tolerate coffee, i promise you she has tried multiple times.

Favourite Tea order is Taro Milk tea with pearls :D (she initially ordered it because it was purple but it ended up being her permanent order, very rarely goes for something else)

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

A mighty good team

(Happy Veterans/Armistice Day, y’all, let’s keep peace in our minds, hearts, and prayers.)

When - immediately following ‘Oh my.’ after you saw that little plus sign on Lori’s pregnancy test. It takes place during the night of S02 Cherokee Rose.

What - that seed of worry about your big brother being a ‘cause for concern’ grows a whole lot bigger when you put two and two together about the new bun in the oven. But it’s okay, Daryl had beers right? You’ll just chug whatever he’s got left so you can get out of your head, right? So long as you don’t topple over on the way to his tent!

Relationships - you and your mangy hick make a mighty good team, just sayin’. As well, you comfort Lori, so three cheers for siblingly/non-romantic love. You also make a cop joke to Rick and Shane.

Genre - i dunno, but there’s plenty of platonic fluff once y’all make your way to Daryl’s tent.

Perspective - You x Him

Pronouns - they/them, feminine implied imo

TWs - language, stress related to the Shane/Lori/Rick baby situation as well as Lori reacting with rejection fueled by fear regarding having another child, and Daryl drank 4 beers

Word count - Quit clucking like a mother hen. Lol, don’t worry, it’s about 3,400, so even shorter than the last one, which was shorter than I tend to do. Do I get a prize in the morning? :D

Refs to other stories - tinnitus following too much ibuprofen, how you and Daryl use the ‘idiot’ and ‘bitch’ to insult one another when squabbling because you hate being called ‘idiot’ and he hates being called ‘bitch.’ Check out ‘Oh my.’ so you know what the little fireside nap dream was.

And there are more references, but thankfully we have a: Link to the Masterlist so you can read up and turn into a bonafide Slowpoke! There’s a Ko-fi link, too, if you can spare something to help me pay toward my tires.

You

“Lori.”

“Y/N—” she stammers, but you’re too busy squeezing her again as all your worries melt away. She’s pregnant! After all this time, she’s finally pregnant again!

You’re smiling ear to ear and even crying a happy tears. “Lori, aw, don’t you make that face, this is wonderful news!” you nearly squeal even as you try to keep your voice quiet. “D-does Rick know yet? I’m so—I’m so happy I could scream! What about Carl, you must be—it must be very early days! Four weeks at most, must be?”

She’s crying too. But you see that those aren’t happy tears.

Oh, Lori. She must be scared out of her mind with worry. Can’t fault her there. “Lore, shh, come here.” You sidle up close to her and brush her hair back from her face. “We found a doctor—well, a vet, but he knows his stuff—and Miss Patricia is a nurse. We found a safe place here. And hey, at this rate, we might will find more survivors who have medical training!” you babble, trying to give comfort but meaning every word. “And Glenn and me, we’ll take a team, go to the nearest library or college, g-get us books on, on childbirth and the um, the VBAC stuff, the blood type incompatibility stuff, all that—”

She keeps crying quietly, barely making a sound. You rub her back and flip off and on from thinking thank you over and over to what can I say to help her?

This is wonderful news. Unexpected, scary, but good.

“This ain’t bad news, Lore. I promise.”

She tries to nod and ends up stammering, “I can’t tell Rick,” as if she’s done something wrong.

Red flag.

“What do you mean?”

She’s even quieter when she whispers, “Shane can’t know.” Her voice sounded frightened when she said that part.

Red flag, red flag.

The seed of dread in your stomach is beginning to bud.

Oh, Shane, what have you done? What does your brother have to do with this?

Red flag, red flag, red flag.

You don’t ask anything else, your brain is working too fast for your mouth to work at the moment. The ringing in your ears gets louder. The wooziness worsens even though you’re seated.

Then the connection meets and the waving red flags come to a halt.

You’re…you’re uncertain if the conclusion you drew will insult her. It’s not your intention.

The buds of dread begin to open as you gently and softly ask, “Would you say you’re four weeks along, or maybe a little further?”

Rick came back about four weeks ago. But…you know Shane and she had gotten close. Maybe ‘close’ meant rather closer than you’d assumed.

Neither Shane nor Lori said anything to you about it. You get why.

And…goddammit, you’re angry at Shane (When will he learn? When?), as much as you wish you weren’t. You can’t deny that; but you can understand how it would have happened.

The world ended. Relationships have been on speed-mode, be it friendship, love, or hatred. And Lori is beautiful, your brother is good-looking, and they’ve known each other for decades.

It even could’ve just been down to wanting a release or comfort, you reckon, just look at what happened with Glenn and Maggie today.

And Lori, she had thought she was a widow. Rick was dead, you’d all thought so! And that was after he’d already been in a coma for a month before the world fell apart.

Her face is buried in her lap. She curls in on herself before confessing it.

“I c-could be up to six weeks.”

Oh my.

The dread blooms.

You breathe in, out.

In. Out.

Resting a hand on her back, you stare unblinking at your backpack. “How long have you been carryin’ this alone, Lori,” you murmur, “before taking that test?”

Her hands are gripping her hair as she sniffs in reply, “Just a week. It, it was after we had the goose that I wanted to find a test, b-but…” Her hands cover her face and she bends her knees to her chest.

Your memories hop back to about a week or so ago, after you and Daryl bagged the Canada goose.

As it was cooking, she wasn’t doing too well with the smell. But even domesticated meat can smell kinda nasty when it’s cooking, so you never considered that it could be something more—and when she couldn’t really stomach the meat, you just chalked it up to it not tasting very edible.

And she’s been tired, but everyone has been to some degree. And it’s possible she really is only four weeks; she knew very early with Carl and one of the ones who didn’t make it. But in the event she’s five or six weeks…well, it’s not like she could consider a late period as a sign right now. Cycles have been going haywire since the outbreaks due to all the stress, dietary and exercise changes, and, and…oh, Lori. What do I say, what do I say?

“Rick won’t hate you or blame you.”

She’s trembling. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“He loves you.”

“But I can’t do this,” she almost snaps. “Condemn another child to a world like this? How could—I-I can’t, I can’t.”

At that, you feel a chill. That’s not good to hear.

You place your fingers over the spot where you’re stitched up from the same fragments that nearly took your Carl away. “Comfort and safety, even good health couldn’t ever be guaranteed,” you hush. “Even before all this, Lore. And you won’t be doing it alone, you’ll have all of us. Hell or high water.”

“B-but what am I gonna do?”

Shushing delicately, you rest your head on hers and can only think to answer, “Let us help you sleep and eat enough, for a start.”

Her breath catches and she releases a suppressed sob into her lap.

The unspoken problem of your brother is still raising its invisible hand.

Your family wasn’t the type who placed too much focus on blood, how could you?, but the context is different when it comes to fostering and adoption.

This is a somewhat stickier situation. And Shane is…Shane. He’ll get very possessive protective of what he’d think was ‘his,’ at least biologically.

What do I say, what do I say?

“Rick will be so happy that there’s another one in there,” you whisper, smiling. “Carl will be so excited.”

She shakes her head and whispers back, “Shane.”

Inhale. Exhale. Swallow. “Like me, he’ll be overjoyed about our new niece or nephew.”

Pulling away, her eyes meet yours and delve deep as if she’s searching for something. “He has to know it’s Rick’s.”

Holding her gaze and trying not to cry, you nod once. “He will.”

“It’s Rick’s,” she repeats under her breath. “It’s Rick’s…"

You close your eyes and send up more prayers for help as you press your forehead to hers.

Then you recall that strange dream you had by the fire and get another chill when you consider how oddly well it fits.

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Him

He had a fourth beer. Chugged it down once he got back to his tent. All he’s got right now to show for it is that slightly warm feeling in his belly. Still barely even got any spins, must be weak-ass beer.

So long as it gets him sleeping.

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You

Nope, sleep is gonna be impossible. This is way too much thinking before bed and your high pulse is making the ringing louder. You’ve got the mp3 player on but even the lowest setting feels too loud because of the clanging in your ears.

Where’s Daryl?

Daryl had beers. That was an eight-pack you saw back at the campfire, right? Yeah. And if there are none left, well, he’s somehow adept at getting you zen (usually after you squabble, but fuck it).

Thoughts are buzzing around your head like flies around a melted snow cone.

Lori is pregnant, and you’re thrilled to bits about it but…Shane’s possibly the biological father…and, fuck it, Shane is a cause for concern…and Sophia is alone for her fourth night in the woods or wherever she is, if she even ‘is’ anymore…and Carl just had major trauma and surgery…and if Mr. Greene finds out about what Maggie and Glenn did, how will he react?…

Not to mention that today you were in a flood-zone during a rainstorm so kept imagining how Dad got washed away and drowned in one, and this is after you had nightmares all last night reliving finding Mama dead and walking seconds before you killed that man.

Too much thinking, too much thinking, and now you’re regretting eating that oatmeal because your stomach feels queasy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d be convinced the roof of your tent was swirling!

But it’s okay, (it’s okay), it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okayyy. It’s. Okay.

Because Daryl had beers.

You’re gonna go ask for one, right now. Dale’s got scotch, sure, but you don’t know where it is and Dale might could be in bed already. And he turned your request down last night, so you’d have to steal sneak some, and if he catches you, he’ll only want to be all, you know, decent and fatherly and caring and shit, therefore won’t be down for you chugging straight from the bottle because you need to get out of your head!

So screw the idea that you shouldn’t have any alcohol after your painkiller miscalculation, the doc gave you the charcoal, so it’s fine, right?

Oh, that’s right, you don’t give a hoot anymore.

After clicking the music player off and yanking the earbuds out, you grit your teeth in pain as you sit up, then zip down and punch open the flap door to your little camo tent and—oh, people are still awake?

Huh.

…What time is it?

Even Jimmy’s still out. Glenn is still talking about something with him, Patricia and Carol are sitting by each other. Rick is finally outside by the fire, too. And Shane is back as well.

He and Rick aren’t sitting close. That’s been a growing problem and heck if it ain’t about to get bigger.

You grab the raggedy blanket from the corner of your tent and try to ignore how dizzy you feel when you move. You carefully walk to the campfire. Then you take Shane’s hand as you ask, “Rick, what’s the time?”

“Quarter past nine. Hey, um, did Hershel talk to you about his idea for Carl?”

…It’s only 9:15?

Blinking in disbelief that’s it’s not 1a.m., you resume what you were doing and plop your brother down next to Rick before remembering to answer, “He did, but um—too much thinking before bed ain’t advisable, so lemme just tuck you two in, we can chat in the mornin’.”

As you lay the blanket on their legs, Shane stifles a groan, knowing what’s coming. The hard lines in Rick’s forehead smooth out and he smothers a laugh, knowing what’s coming. Andrea’s amused hum clues you in that she’s noticed, and you glance over to see her smirking while finishing what’s in her beer bottle.

You look at your brothers. “Should I say, it or?”

It’s Rick who pushes his nose up with his pointer finger. It’s Shane who loses the try-not-to-smile war and outs with: “Pigs in a blanket, yeah?”

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Him

Come on, sleep. Come on, sleep. Come on, sleep.

He wishes he had an I Spy book or some shit. Ha, he still can’t believe that worked that time, clear knocked him out.

Maybe if he had some weed? But Merle and him used it up the first two weeks of the world fucking ending.

There was some…there was some of the hard stuff left. Saw it in the saddlebag when he remembered the pills for T-Dog. Except blow amps you up, it doesn’t chill you out.

Damn, he’s considering using? Dramatic Darylina, just chug a fifth beer and zen the hell up, little bitch.

He fumbles around for his skinning knife, clicks on his flashlight, picks up the last beer and jimmies the cap off. Except he’s not two gulps down when he hears a quiet, “Oh, he is awake. Daryl?”

Y/N is here? Excitedly zipping the door open, he sees them turn around to face him but suddenly crouch/waver as if they’re about to fall over.

“Howdy. May I take you up on that pragmatic beer now?”

“Why you all crouched like that?” he grunts.

“I’m a tad dizzy.”

“Why?”

“’Cause my ears are ringin’.”

“Still?”

“It’s like Quasimodo is in there or somethin’.” They point with their thumb toward the treeline. “Accidentally took too many painkillers back at the old couple’s house off the trail.”

Shit, do they need their stomach pumped or something? And why is he starting to panic?

“It’s just ibuprofen, Dary-bear, plus the doc already gave me charcoal as a precaution, it’s all good,” they drone. “Might could I please have a beer?”

Aren’t you not supposed to mix painkillers and alcohol? And wait, Y/N knows that stuff, they mentioned it earlier. Plus, there was only one left and he’d—damn, of course he’d opened it.  

“This is the last one,” he lamely replies.

“But there were two left…” they trail off. There’s this look on their face he can’t quite place. “Oh Daryl, how many did you have tonight?”

“…Four,” he tells them, feeling weirdly like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t.

They nod to the bottle in his hand. “Is that your fifth?”

Did they just use a teacher voice with him? And not even an annoyed high school teacher voice, that right there was a kindergarten-teacher-telling-the-students-it’s-nap-time voice.

“What about it?”

He hears them tut and watches them frown before saying, “Hand it over.”

“Quit cluckin’ like a mother hen.”

“Quit screwin’ with your liver.”

“Coming from the idiot who took too many painkillers and wanted to wash it down with beer?”

“That’ll mess with the kidneys and stomach long-term, bitch, not the liv—” snips from their mouth until they realize what they just admitted. At first, they look confused. Then, they chuckle as if something was funny.

“Y’all good down there?” Shane’s voice calls from the campfire. Were the two of them arguing that loud?

“Ugh, fuck me,” Daryl grumbles to himself and takes another swig of his beer.

“Shane don’t swing that way, sorry,” is the furthest thing from what he expected Y/N to respond, and he snarfs up some beer accordingly while Y/N waves to their brother and gives him a thumbs up.

Cracking up, Y/N sighs, then moves from their crouched position onto their butt and sharply inhales when they do because it probably made their stitches ache. “‘Quit clucking like a mother hen’ was really funny, by the way.”

“Mhm, I’m here to entertain,” he grits back, both annoyed that he just snarfed up his beer and yet trying not to laugh too openly.

Their eyes flit to the bottle.

He *grumble* offers it to them. They bite their lip and shake their head. “That weren’t exactly my intention anymore.”

He glances at the bottle and…*grumble* then finds himself twisting his wrist so the beer pours out onto the grass. “Pain in the ass.”

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You

Beer now watering (intoxicating?) the grass, Daryl scoots back and reclines in his tent, adjusting his back to get comfortable. To your annoyance and concern, you’re intrigued at how his body moved kinda cat-like and how his arms look rather nice above his head like that.

“So, what’s the big secret?” he slurs just a tad.

The big secret? Did he see you and Lori go into your tent and assume—how would he have—???

“We didn’t talk about anything major, uh, it’s…” you trail off. Oh, he meant how you promised you’d tell him about…the man you shot and killed. You send up another simple prayer of I’m sorry regarding him and inwardly knock your head against a table because you’d promised you’d tell Daryl that little not-so-fun-fact over a beer. What a move, Y/N. “I thought you meant somethin’ else, my bad. Um—”

“—Don’t tell me you got more dirt? Was that whatever you and Glenn talked about? He looked like he coulda used a beer after you two were done.”

A monotone, noncommittal sound leaves your mouth as you stare into space.

Pretty night sky again. You consider the wonderful part of the latest batch of dirt. Lori’s pregnant again! “It’s good dirt. Well, half of it is.” Oh, Shane, what’s gonna happen with you?

“What is it, then?” Daryl huffs.

Oops. “Just some stuff.”

“Quarter.”

Okay, you walked into that one. How many quarters for white lies do you owe so far, two?

Appealing to his…dunno, maybe his sense of loyalty, you remind him, “Snitches get stitches, man.”

To which he cracks, “Y’already got some.”

Scrunching up your face in delight, you clap your hands together as you snort, “You’re on a roll tonight,” while trying not to tighten your core too much because ouchhh, those stitches of yours still hurt when you do so. Glancing over at him, he’s actually smiling.

Within seconds, however, he’s back to his usual standoffish self. He waves his hand in question. “So, why you tryin’ to get hammered this time?”

“Well, I ain’t anymore.” You already feel better. And you’d only wanted a beer or shot or two of liquor, nothing too crazy.

Now he’s doing that squinty thing at you as he grunts, “That your way of saying ya wanna drop it?”

You shrug. “What made you start on your fifth beer?”

“Dunno.”

“Quarter,” you tease.

“Stop.”

“Ha-ha.” You run your hand through your hair and realize your dizziness is ebbing. “So, what time we leavin’ tomorrow, 6, 6:30?”

He shakes his head from where he’s laying. “The group is gonna have a meet-up before we all head out. They’ll wanna wait ’til the sun is bright enough, count on 7:30 or 8.”

“We can’t just go earlier?”

“Today, all them kept running into each other’s grids. We need to make it clear where we’re lookin’ and when.”

“Fair play.” Adjusting your position and fighting the urge to lay down, you make sure, “Think you and me’ll be done searching the road and the ridge by 12 or 1?”

“I guess. Why?”

Don’t get mad. “Mr. Greene asked for my help with a medical procedure for Carl. Early afternoon I said I might would be back by.”

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Him

He can’t get mad about that, no way. And early afternoon is enough time to scope out what they’d planned.

But is he…is he that much of an asshole that even Y/N for some reason thought helping a child who’s just been shot wouldn’t seem like a good enough reason to him?

And what the hell does his opinion matter, anyway? Besides, he can do shit on his own, don’t need nobody.

“You take care of Carl, I’ll find Sophia,” he says simply.

But this twitchy sensation wiggles in his chest when they immediately respond, “Deal,” with a relieved exhale. The nice feeling gets stronger when they then mumble, “We make a mighty good team, just sayin’.”

And Y/N then just flat-out lays down on the grass outside his tent. One hand rests on their belly, the other stretches up over their head.

“Hey Daryl? I was so happy to see the flower in the RV,” his friend next mumbles. “Carol said you told her the story, too.”

He isn’t sure how to respond, so he changes the topic. “Y’look like you’re about to nod off right there.”

“Mm, I feel so relaxed now. You did good, dude.”

What does that mean? Weirdo.

…He feels more relaxed now, too, though. Even if the two of them didn’t get into much conversation, they had a fun little squabble.

Maybe he should…yeah, he’ll dump the coke somewhere tomorrow. He’d heard something about a bloated, dead walker in a well out in one of the pastures, so he’ll prolly toss it in there since no one will be drinking from it.

The crickets aren’t as loud tonight. It’s colder.

Just to check on Y/N, he lifts his head slightly.

Seeing them lounging on the lawn like that first makes him contemplate tossing them his pillow, but it’s nasty so instead he figured an alternate plan would be his poncho so they can be more comfortable.

But, he thinks better on it, and “Go on, get your ass to bed,” is what he settles on.

They whine.

He grumbles. “Do I need to get your big brother over here?”

“Psht.”

A smile starts to form that he keep under wraps. He knows what’ll do the trick. “Gonna get ants and teeny little spiders all up in your hair and clothes.”

Sure enough that gets them going, complete with another whine.

“Goodnight, dude,” they snort.

“Yeah, g’night.”

He isn’t sure what made him lift his head to check on them again, but when he happens to look over, their face is contorting in pain as they attempt to position themselves in a way that’s avoiding using their injured arm/shoulder and their abdominal muscles to sit up so they can stand.

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You

Him helping you up wasn’t expected, since he’d been laying down. But just like that, he’s out of his tent and gripping your forearm on your good side to hoist you upright.

Once you’re on your feet, his hand touches your back for a moment and you cup his upper arm to steady yourself.

“Thanks for the assist, man,” you sigh, brushing off your butt in case any dirt or grass stuck to it.

“Yeah. See ya in the morning.”

So, not to overshare, but that simple touch felt really nice. And his arm is hard as a brick.

Eesh, this whole Glenn/Maggie thing is messing with you.

Whatev, you do know one thing: what you told Hershel about feeling safe around Daryl was accurate and honest. Your That mangy hick, for some reason, simply isn’t threatening in that way.

And dude thank God you’d gone to see Daryl, for real. Y'all make a good team.

Wait, what was it exactly you’d sa — oh Moses, your twang had come back full force with him, hadn’t it? You’d said ‘a mighty good team,’ that’s right.

Ha, you talk like such stereotype sometimes.

“See you in the morning, Rick,” you call softly as you pass him on the way to your tent. “Sleep in a little later with Lori tomorrow, you both could use it.”

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Him

He watches to make sure they don’t topple over on the way back. Thinks about how they did indeed mother-hen him, however, in all honesty, he doesn’t mind (that much, anyway).

He wonders where Sophia is sleeping. If she’s safe. If she ‘is.’

Shit, he flicks that thought off and shoves something better in its place: that tomorrow is only day four. He’d survived nine days at a younger age, she could survive, too.

Then, he’s thinking back on how Y/N looked so relaxed there on the grass a few minutes ago...which is a kinda weird thing to be thinking about.

Next he remembers how when they were talking to the doctor earlier, it was plain as day they’d lessened their accent. It sounded damn wrong to hear their voice like that, barely a twang in it.

He compares it to how comfy (and twangy) they sounded when they sighed “We make a mighty good team, just sayin’.”

That little fluttering warms in his chest again at the same time the corners of his mouth raise. And finally, all at once, his eyelids sink down, limbs grow heavy and he at last falls asleep.

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teeny tiny taglist :D

@spenciepoo338​ @its-freaking-bats​ @whistlesalot​

[twistyprefect]

Hi, I see requests are open so that means I can go crazy right?? :D

I’d like to request a normally kind reader who suddenly gets violent while they stand up for their guy? Maybe some extra was being rude or spreading lies and reader and the guy overhear this? And while he was about to take care of it, suddenly reader goes full delinquent because who does this random, no-name think they are?? 😂

I’m thinking the lovely first years would be great for this, especially Deuce and Epel

I really appreciate everything you do for this fandom! Sorry if it’s too much or anything, I’m new here to all this…

{i love this so much, mostly because my qpp is exactly like this- they are ready to throw hands lmao. i did the first years cause i agree it'd be perfect for them!! also thank you so much anon you're too sweet 😭💞 and it's not too much!! honestly detailed examples of what you meant/want is always appreciated!!}

Ace Trapolla

Ace liked that his partner was so kind and loving, but he recognized that even they had their limits

while he wasn't exactly expecting for them to turn violent with someone, he wasn't surprised either

when someone was harassing him directly, insulting his skills as a mage and calling him insulting names, he's surprised his S/O stepped in

just as he was going to step in, his partner rushed passed him from his side and punched the student square in the jaw

Ace froze for a second before pulling his S/O off the guy and laughing, thanking them but insisting they should leave so they didn't get in trouble

Deuce Spade

Deuce used to react with violence at basically any conflict, she he shouldn't have been surprised when his S/O did the same

then again, they were so sweet and cheerful and kind that he didn't even think it was possible for them to even think of doing something like that

so when some other student was bothering Deuce, insulting him and calling him a goody-two-shoes, he's completely taken aback by his S/O's response

he watched them in shock as they darted forward and punched the student in the stomach, yelling about not being such a jack-ass

Deuce nervously dragged his partner away, thanking them for defending him but concerned for them getting into trouble

Jack Howl

Jack was a very restrained kind of person, not wanted to resort to violence when possible

he assumed his partner would be the same, what with their kind personality and outward cheerfulness

a student had been spreading some kind of rude rumor about Jack, how he had secretly been some kind of delinquent at home

he didn't really mind it, but his S/O insisted they find whoever it was; when they did, he was completely shocked when his adorable, kind S/O started yelling at the student, knocking them on their ass and clenching their fist to punch the student

Jack immediately pulled them off of the student, dragging his partner off to cool down before he thanked them a bit shyly for being willing to defend him like that

Epel Felmier

Epel was no stranger to outward expression masking something deeper and sometimes darker

that being said, he didn't expect something like that from his beloved partner, since they were so sweet and loving all the time

he wasn't surprised when rumors started to go around that he'd bribed them into dating him, since he was so small and 'feminine'

when he eventually confronted one of the students who had started the rumor, he was surprised when his partner immediately kicked the student in the stomach, yelling about leaving their boyfriend alone

he nervously grabbed them to pull them away, asking them not to that on his account; he still thanked them later, glad they cared enough to be so angry over a dumb rumor

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek loved how his partner was so much kinder and sweeter than him, it made his heart flutter a bit

he also didn't think there was any way they'd be violent or angry, especially not on his behalf

when someone started to shit talk Sebek to some of the other Diasomnia students, he wasn't surprised by it

what did surprise him was his S/O's reaction to it; they were seething in rage until they managed to find the person who'd started it and punched them directly in the face

Sebek grabbed them and pulled them off, apologizing to the student; he did thank his partner later, though