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Joel looking at Ellie like she hung up the moon
#kill me kill me now#because i need this#look at him#my soft dad#I am gonna sob#please please give us fluff#if it starts with you know what Im signing off#cause there has to be atleast a bit more fluff#its tv#come on#okay game wise it would be boring#cause you aint killing no one#but tv wise fluff is so so good#pedro pascal#joel miller#tlou#the last of us#joel and ellie#ellie williams#tlou 2 trailer#tlou 2#im gonna go write my fix it chap 2 cause i feel that i need it
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from chapter 10 of Famous Last Words in May Death Never Stop You by the amazing @slexenskee
I've wanted to draw this scene ever since I read it lmao. Fun fact I was eating lunch at the time and I was laughing so hard I had to leave the room since someone was watching tv. Good times, good times.
#fic may death never stop you#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#my hero academia#mha#gojo satoru#eri#mha eri#endeavor#todoroki enji#pencil's art tag#if what satoru was wearing was described in the next chapter I missed it#I had fun putting band references on him lol#with at least one say it aint so lyric just for the homecoming occasion#and of course my favorite#the sugar we're going down bracelet#it looks so inappropriate in the first frame but this is gojo so it fits#idk how to draw children being held please squint past the parts that don't make sense#satoru killed his dad dead#all of those gray hairs enji has are definitely his fault#he's back in this man's life for 5 minutes and he's already causing untold stress#as all things should be
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To be completely and utterly painful, my assumption was that Erik had either already died before Logan and Charles went on the run, or Erik was one of the people Charles killed during that seizure.
its actually wild how youve both decided to kill me today it's not even 8AM
#snap chats#GOOD???? MORNING??#you. you know who ELSE decided to kill people before 8AM-- //shot//#he aint even decide that i know im just emo ...#if it were a good morning i wouldnt be in AGONY <- this makes it an excellent morning#you know what else makes it excellent ../ i think its fuckin snowin ....#i mean if it is its definitely not gonna stick but my god ....... i get to see A snowflake this year ..#BUT NO BYYYEEE with the idea of charles accidentally killing erik im forced to imagine like#eriks visiting one day when It Starting and he has maybe a sec or two to fret over charles and try to help before. đ§ââď¸#if i imagine erik trying not to panic and trying to help charles before his efforts are proven null ill die#so you guys have to do it for me ok !!!!!!!!!#oh my god no erik Also being an anchor for charles' is evil work too#because having a sort of Way Back point is Of Course Helpful so erik being that and being gone ... chat i should die#ESPECIALLY IF ITS CAUSE CHARLES KILLS HIM BY ACCIDENT AND DOESNT EVEN REALIZE Chat I Should Die
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I'm around the end of Sae's arc (which is where the beginning scene happened! Oooo) and like, I just wanna say, I have beef with this guy:
NPC number whatever with his haughty ass, who are you to decide Who gets killed, WDYM "Find them and kill them all" THEY'RE KIDS?!?!?!!?!? YOU GROWN ASS MAN WANT TO KILL KIDS I WANT HIM IN JAIL BRO HE SHOULD BE THE ONE IN JAIL NOT THE PHANTOM THIEVES
#aria rants#he may not know their ages tbf but like at the same time wtv the FUCK do you mean kill em all??????? for what crime hello#''thievery'' and the hypothetical possibility with no clear evidence of being the one suspected of causing mental shutdowns#wtv happened to find them and restrain them for the proper procedure that is interrogation (which is also ASS BTW)#p5's corrupted justice system is so on point that it just makes my blood boil like bro-- can that man be jobless i want him suffering#beefing with a npc that appeared for only 1 second like-- i aint accepting this slander towards my dearest adopteds
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Diviii!! How're you doing today? I'm over here procrastinating on this Nanami fic (dw, I'll get back to it, hehe) and was just wondering what's goin on your end?
Also, gotta ask before I start assuming, but wanna be mooties đłđ You seem like a fun and nice person (and a great writer) and would like to get to know ya~
Also also, you like resident evil, too!!? Oh, that makes me like ya even more!!! :D
haiii hoshiii âá˘â˘ďťâ˘á˘â i still been working on my toji fic and lemme tell you, writing aint for the weak đŹđ but i gotta push through đŤˇđŤđŤ¸ (also tell me abt ur nanami fic hehe) also YES OFC!! i seen you reblog my fic and checked out ur page and the way you write toji just scratches an itchâso ofc i had to follow <33
AND YESSS I LOVE RESIDENT EVIL!!! i fell in love with the franchise back in 2019 when re:2 remake came out. i loved re:7 biohazard too but never rlly got into the franchise until i seen leon and claire đŠ°đŚ˘đŞˇ OH i also saw you like fire emblem and ace attorney!_?')3( i rarely see any writers here who know abt fire emblem so this is rlly exciting hehe
#ŕ¨âĄŕ§ â đđđđđđđđ đđŹđđđđđ#⸟ ×ę° áľáľáľáľâąáľË˘ ęąÂ ×⸟ đđđđđ#i was gonna send you an ask abt this the other day but since we already here#i seriously love the way you characterize toji#you actually tap into his playfulness and I NEVER SEE PEOPLE UTILIZING THAT ASPECT OF HIM#they always making him emo as fuck#and i love my emo men but yall my man is silly sometimes :/#so silly that he traumatized two teens. killed one other teen for beer money and caused the downfall of another#if that aint him being in a silly goofy mood then idk what is đŤ¤đ¤ˇđťââď¸
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i never told you what i do for a living is a serennedy anthem tell me iâm wrongďżź
#it is so luis and his guilt after helping umbrella and los illuminados#but its also leon and his guilt after losing so many people and also having to kill them#the last verse is just word for word luis death#â I keep a book of the names and those only go so far til you bury themâ#âIt aint the money and it sure as hell aint just for the fame its for the bodies i claim and loseâ#âand we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death we'll love again we'll laugh againâ#âwell i tried one more night one more night well I'm laughin out cryin out laughin out loudâ#âi tried well i tried well i tried cause i tried but i lied i liedâ#âand its better off this way so much better off this way i cant clean the blood off the sheets in my bedâ#âand never again and never again they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead nowâ#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#whereâs everyone going? bingo?#serennedy#leon kennedy#luis serra#re4r
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Thought about Cia and the triforce again, I need to fucking talk someone's ear off about my theory of how the triforce works when there's several of the pieces in one place
#LIKE????? okay okay. in hyrules curse canon she has the triforce of power. which she stole from hw Ganondorf before killing him#tp Ganondorf aint in the picture and totk Ganondorf has no idea the triforce exists. yet. so as of rn there's only one power piece#also I have an entire headcanon that each triforce piece gives different effects...#so how the FUCCCCKKKKKKK is cia coping under having FIVE WHOLE PIECES of courage practically burning at her-#every time she has to work at her magic around each of their triforce markings. cause you know the triforce is Not Having It
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OH about the finale at the shrine, this completely slipped my notice when we were talking about it, but Ichi says he's "reporting" Jo's verdict to both Arakawa and Masato. It's just not translated that way.
Not too big of a difference (well, it is to me, but I'm insane), but if it was highlighting anything, I'd guess it's probably Masato's change of heart. It would've been fair for Ichi to assume Masato wouldn't care and only "report" to Arakawa, but in the context of Ichi doing his damnedest to show Masato they all love him, it works in terms of, "Maybe I made him reconsider, and maybe now he would care."
Also... I'm looking at it in a "measured" way, since the chapter trophies are always just standard "Nth Chapter Cleared" messages that the localization team just spices up for us, but there's something I find really poignant about the Chapter 13 trophy being worded as "Fate of Our Fathers." The pluralization of both the noun and pronoun. Realizations that come too late.
Of course, Masato definitely didn't "know" and had no real reason to suspect it, but the Arakawas have this bizarre subconscious almost-psychic link. So even if he doesn't really think so, there's this sense that Ichi "might as well" be Arakawa's "real" son because they're so much more alike. And maaaybe he felt that way about Jo and himself at one point, because (as we've discussed) there has to be a reason Jo was Masato's "favorite."
[Follow up to this ask]
#snap chats#yeah i have no real notes sorry LMAO LIKE THIS IS GOOD ON ITS OWN YK. every base is covered#LIKE nothing i could say could really enhance anything or add much. god im so bad at words i should drop dead right now#i can reaffirm that masato definitely sees ichi as arakawass 'real' son if his whole 'you remind me of dad' bit is anything to go off of#thats a weird line/sentiment now aint it#masato didnt consider him and ichi as family and ergo he's angry at how similar ichi and arakawa are#i guess that's more of a deep-dive into that hypothetical masato essay ill probably never get to- why masato hates arakawa like he does#about 'fate of /our/ /fathers/' tho thats def an interesting point no matter how you slice it#'our fathers' could refer to arakawa and sawashiro and ichi and masato respectively#i.e. masumi- ichi's bio father and sawashiro- masato's bio father- and what happens to them by the end of the game yk#there's an alt way to see if as both arakawa and sawashiro as both ichi and masato's fathers#though im gonna chewing my cheek on that one. sure we've compared sawashiro to an abusive stepparent#idk... i think it's just cause ichi shows up well into his teens that it doesnt register in my brain that sawashiro could be a father figur#but thats MY personal dumb ass rambling im just here to vaguely try to interpret the title in multiple ways to cover everything#moving on tho... the use of 'our' prevents 'fathers' referring to only one of them . so. Aforementioned Possibilities have been listed#making it sound like i have anything else to say I DONT I ALREADY SAID EVERYTHING dummy. putting myself in the dunce corner#on that note. hopefully it finally got through to masato how much people loved him before he got ganked#i mean for sure it did but yk. still mad about y7 ending im gonna kill someone In Minecraft#'i have nothing else to say' LIAR YOU ARE A LIAR !!!!! THE FUCK ARE THESE TAGS STUPID ASS#anyway im going back to my google doc. im almost done with another cringe fic. sorry#BYE
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Got two dnd ships on the brain and yet...im the only one to create the Contents because the dm's not one to write fic while he's running campaigns, and no one else has the brainrot.
And im too tired to draw or write. So brainrot. So much brainrot.
But mah babies.
#alright i gotta go pick my wife up from work#i have feelings for you but i havent recognized them myself#like one of em is a canon couple and we've seen one of them multiple times in the current campaign! she's now one of the most powerful#people politically. and she's talked about her wife a few times but tends to avoid giving personal details now#cause she's never super open with strangers#and yet...short gremlin wife is definitely the type of person to be sitting at a meeting with her#as her +1 and be like and then pick her wife up and leave#(with permission of course. she wouldnt wanna cut the meeting short. she may have a 9 in int but she aint that dumb)#Stgeve Estgeban#actually wait would it still be Estgeban or did she change it when they married ill have to ask if i ever play her again#but that implies a death or capture of one of the others im currently playing oops.#then the other just had their first cheek kiss and im just like worjfhwowjwh#and they snuggled together that night after a lot of tears and eventually fell asleep#and now theyre gonna be seperated and cause of time dilation it will be like 3 days for one and a month for the other#and im trying to think of some gestures that are#including going to ask if they can cuddle again#before chickening out and asking for training since its been a while since they used their punching weapon and their soon to be partner#fights with a staff or bare handed#either way these ships are killing me and i wanna play em so badly#Shavrack Brorn#maybe when i get some extra cash i'll do some comms of em cause i wanna see the snugs#but also wanna do my christmas picture that I do every year. oops
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With well over a 100 hours of turtles content experienced. Between 4 and 5 DAYS. Of turtles. With evidence. I think i can say. Youuuuuuu gotta have those guys in new york. Every time they take them outta new york theres problems.
#some shit#turbles...#much love to my turtle champ but i HAD to bow out for the night. this arc is pissing me off too much#you know 87 turtles go to europe mini season was just boring..... this.......#deep sigh....#u_u deeply unfortunately how much this fictional media for babies can genuinely activate my.... sense of injustice and anti autonomy thing.#cause. its just fucked up evil mystic school innit.... their just cruel teachers aint they..... but its not even a story abt that.#tho. splinter does hate their guts. my one vindication. blames em for gettin HIS teacher/dad killed.....#i have a meter in me and everytime someones mean to mikey i get closer to full jokerification.....#(the neurodivergence is stored in the turtle)
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a fucking water pipe burst in our house im gonna lose it for real this time
#the last like 10-ish days some fuckshit keeps happening it is a wonder i haven't mauled someone and killed them with my teeth yet#cause if i can complain for a moment đ§#the sink pipe burst in the bathroom. SPECIFICALLY the hot water pipe so there's a bunch of scalding hot water everywhere#there's carpet RIGHT OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM so that's soaked. probably needs replaced but i dont wanna think ab that right nowwwwwwwđ#and somehow. me and one of my moms ended up dealing with 90% of it. like huh#cause like. my brother doesn't take instructions well under stress. that's not really his fault but he definitely tried. this aint about hi#my other mom almost immediately was like. okay but you can deal with this right ? i have a dnd game to get back to.#LIKE AS IF THAT CAN'T WAIT ?????? AS IF THAT'S MORE URGENT ???? FUCK OFFFFFF. I PROMISE IF UR FRIENDS ARE GOOD FRIENDS. THEY CAN WAIT ????#so i have spent the last hour or so. maybe more ? throwing out soggy garbage and trying to dry the floor and keeping the dogs out of the#bathroom all at the same time and doing all that on my divinely fucked up knees. and i had to lug a bunch of wet clothes and towels#to the laundry room. which is all the way down stairs and that shit was HEAVYY. and my legs are all gross from being on the floor#and i'm sweaty and all my joints hurt and it's fucking humid as shit. and i can't even shower unless i do it freezing cold and within 5 min#i literally just want to showerđ#all this and my meds are over a month late too. god wants to to kill myself /j#TL;DR fuck my stupid baka life#blabber tag
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AND ALWAYS TEST YOUR FUCKING DRUGS.
why do so many teenagers follow me. you know i do drugs right.
#LITERALLY the most important thing. if you are doing a drug that is new to you from someone you do not know or trust or even if you do!!#get a reagent test kit. learn how to use it. test every pill or powder you take. fent is in SO MUCH now.#also you literally cannot die from smoking too much weed it'll just feel like it til you come down#only take one bite of that edible and whatever you do DON'T SAY THESE EDIBLES AINT SHIT#but for real. test your drugs. you can die from taking the wrong thing only once for real#don't mix cocaine and alcohol#that CAN kill you#don't mix uppers and downers#only use mdma once ever 90 days as good harm-reduction practice it IS neurotoxic and you CAN cause permanant damage#anyway using drugs safely is something i'm quite passionate about#apparently lmao
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Ooooh~ Drink mix up? >.>
Because! Wes DID, in fact, get that dream job. HAS learned... after many, many hours of "beat about the head and shoulders with an ethics pamphlet by his great aunt", to keep his mouth shut! Family curse of Sight? WHAT family curse?
He doesn't see shit! Mind your business.
What're you? A cop?
Look, he sent Fenton a gift basket. He was a shitty, shitty "I have to be RIGHT and nothing else matters!" Stubborn lil asshole of a kid. He got better. Grew up. No one is there best Self during puberty. He DOES, in fact, regret it.
Which is WHY, he is deliberately ignoring Kent's terrible, awful, paper-thin, "who meee~?" Aw shucks BULLSHIT excuse of a disguise, like it isn't blatantly obvious he's Superman. Yep. Nothing to see here! Nothing but us chickens! Mmmmm, morning coffee! Delicious.
But see, here's the THING.
The Itty, bitty, teeny lil PROBLEM...
Wes grew up in Amity "Totally Not Supernatural Hotspot For Centuries" Park. He is... to put it mildly, genetically? A freak. His biology is ALL fucked up. Everyone's is. And it WAS NOT made better by the Fenton's playing fast and loose with their hell basement. The Ectoplasmic NUKE that was that portal.
There is a REASON his morning coffee? Is COVERED. Contained. Fenton brand, LEAD LINED, specialty cups. The sort that can't be EATEN from the inside out. Eroded after a few uses. They're ugly as sin, but they work. He even ordered a few covers from Star's etsy shop. (Apparently he wasn't the only one who hated how ugly they looked. Good for her though, he heard it was doing well.)
He SAYS this? 'Cause his morning brew is less... straight COFFEE... and more... how to put this? A blend? Brew? Potion, really. Like an energy drink. From hell. Or, partially at least, the Zone. It's the combination of roots, seeds, and a few dried berries. Kinda like a tea, actually!
Tasty. Adds this nice fruity, warmth. A zing. Goes GREAT with the coffee. And it really perks you up... if you are Limnal. If you AREN'T? It'll desolve your esophagus like swallowing straight acid. And that's not TOUCHING the... witch-y, more Seer specific bit of the blend.
That stuff is medicinal. You know, "calm the mind" and "mental clarity". That sorta thing. With a good ol helping of "don't blurt out everyone's secrets, you spacey bitch! For the love of God, those are our INSIDE THOUGHTS!". Which? Really helpful! Infinitely less likely to get decked. It's a family staple.
Poisonous, though.
They're fine cause they've basically developed an immunity to that part, but like? Wouldn't recommend. It's why he NEVER shares his drinks. Food? On occasion. If he PLANS it and knows not to add and interesting spices. But DRINKS? Never. Weston family brews are basically NEVER safe.
Which? Begs the Very Important Question â˘!
Who's Coffee Is This?
Cause it SURE AS FUCK AINT HIS!
You never realize quite how fast you can go from "completely calm and kinda sleepy" to "bomb strapped to my chest, primal panic AWAKE" until it happens to you. His coffee was ON HIS DESK. People have passed by. He talked to them. Cups put down and picked up. Lazy early morning. He doesn't even register, really, as his chair crashes to the ground.
He's shouting.
People confused. They don't realize yet. His head whips around, looking for that distinct cover. Before it's too late. Before someone takes that fatal sip. He spots it. Bolting from his desk. Crashing through coworkers, over desks. Chaos and outrage. "It's 'just' coffee!" They cry.
Kent turns, confused. Pretending. Raises his (HIS! Oh god!) cup to his lips, unknowing. Wes SCREAMS a warning. But he doesn't listen. "It's 'just' coffee" They never listen. Curse of Cassandra. God's damn it. This is why his family fucking CONVERTED!
He TACKLES the man of steel.
RIPS his cup away from him, knows his eyes are frantic. How much have you had?! Spit it out! Wes voice ECHOES in the sudden silence. I'm a META, Kent! It could KILL YOU!
And oh, Oh NOW they get it. Or perhaps it is the burn in his mouth that finally registers. He rolls, spits oil slick nebulae that eat away the floor. There is blood mixed within it. It took mere moments. Superman stares, transfixed and horrified, as Wes shakes. He... he should probably get off of him.
He'll move in a moment.
When his legs no longer feel weak from terror.
The news room is in chaos. Lane kneeling by her husband, Perry trying to do damage control. He... he's probably gonna lose his job, isn't he? Wes wants to cry. Protection laws only go so far, after all. And warning his boss about his dietary needs means jack shit, after an incident like this. Beloved as Kent is. Not that anyone likely believed him.
They never do.
And now he's nearly killed Superman.
@hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @dcxdpdabbles
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#minji's writing#killer coffee au#weston family brew#will make you see god or meet im
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Mars Signs Observations (Apocalypse Edition)đĄđĽ
âĄAries Mars: Yeah they energy is all there physically and mentally these ppl are cool and aggressive the type I would bring to a bear fight or zombie apocalypse they probably the one who got the biggest killed they always prepare to fight but yeah they need to chill once in a while đ overall 9/10
âĄTaurus Mars: they're okay its just they always get lazy sometimes it kinda pissed me off? but yeah when they actually do something they give they all the type to have all the food stocks ready but I can always count them in on zombie apocalypse just please don't be slow or you'll get us killed đ overall 6/10
âĄGemini Mars: nah yeah they got all the brain and multiple of tabs in their head so far this is the strategy planner the type who got all the maps memorize and ready the type to find a way out I would probably want them as a driver they probably uses knifes non firearm weapons in a fight yeah they proabably can slice things up đŞ overall 7/10
âĄCancer Mars: the caring and most loving these people are the ones who will protect their loved ones in an apocalapse and the one who will include everyone that is left out the type to save someone even if that person has been biten by zombies yeah bad idea bro yall care too much which will ruin us đ overall 5/10
âĄLeo Mars: they okay just don't get too much pride in the way the type to find a zombies just cause they bored lol probably the fun one in a group and a LOUD one that talked too much yeah yall get us killed just in days the apocalypse just started but yeah they can fight a good fight đĽ overall 8/10
âĄVirgo Mars: yeah the freaks probably the one who got all the med kits and food supplies ready everything ready the types to treat someone that been injured or in critical condition they make sure no one is infected but yeah they can't fight for sure but in groups they probably can last long đ overall 7/10
âĄLibra Mars: probably the good looking ones out of the survivors but yeah its the apocalypse no one cares the type to still take good care of themselves and bring peace to the group and make sure they look good while they fight yeah no we aint got no time for that and probably can't fight đ overall 5/10
âĄScorpio Mars: the OG the one and only most combative and strategic stealth stalker my fellow scorpio mars all in one yeah we probably can fight till the end badass type of fighter probably has all types of weapon in possession the type to solo survive the apocalypse their survival skills are top tier đĽ overall 10/10
âĄSagittarius Mars: yeah this mf can fight they actually have a lot of energy and stamina the one who can keep up and put up a good fight probably the cool looking one while they fight the one who keeps a zombie as a pet or probably torture them for fun đ overall 7/10
âĄCapricorn Mars: yeah the group leader the one to lead the group and survives till the end probably will keep you safe and have everything planned out every place secure and safe from any harm probably have the hero mindset in them the one who sacrifices for the sake of the group đ overall 10/10
âĄAquarius Mars: yeah nah not the survival type probably will survives after the apocalapse end lol just kidding they probably the type to keep all the electronic working and the computer working or radio but yeah they can't fight probably become an archer if they are given the options of weapon đŻ overall 6/10
âĄPisces Mars: yeah no just no 3 days into the apocalypse yall probably already dead the first one to be infected đ overall 4/10
#astro notes#astro observations#astrology#astrology community#astrology notes#mars signs#aries#scorpio#cancer#sagittarius#scorpio mars#aries mars
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if you're up for it, would love to see a mildly angsty fluff daryl x reader piece where reader is one of the people at the prison who gets hit with the flu and while daryl is explaining the plan to go get the meds, reader jokingly asks if he can bring back a treat if she promises to be a good patient. cut to the aftermath of the prison fall and reader ends up getting out with help from michonne before they run into rick and carl and eventually reunite with daryl during the stand off with the claimers. the next morning daryl and reader finally get a moment to themselves to just breathe for a second and daryl pulls out a lollipop he had found back at the gas station when they were on the medicine run and shyly hands it over to reader
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PAIRING: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader WORDS: 5.3k SUMMARY: Guilty for arguing with you right before you fell ill, Darylâs determined to make it up to you by fulfilling your request. His goal to deliver it to you is interrupted by the fall of the prison and the intrusion of the Claimers. WARNINGS: angst to fluff. nose bleeding. expect mean daryl, i got mean daryl fever from crush by @ghostboneswrites2. attempted sexual assault during the claimers scene, basically the violence that took place during that particular scene. A/N: yes i am up for it i love love love this idea!!! i added my own twist to it too :)) so sorry it took three days i had no idea how to start it hsejkrkwa also it ended up being longer than i intended for it to be. hope u like it nonnie ! reblogs are appreciated!
     Friends do things for each other, thatâs just the way it is. Rick Grimes hands you a gun? Friends. Carol Peletier offers you a bowl of soup? Friends. Daryl Dixon looks at you for five long seconds before going to sleep? Thatâs⌠Thatâs classified.
     Okay, friends. You might have been reading into it.
     FriendsâItâs what you tell yourself what you are with the archer whenever you volunteer to earn your keep alongside him who, for some reason, seemed to be blatantly avoiding you ever since that damned staring session.Â
     It wasnât the length of the stare. It was how he looked at you and how you felt yourself looking at him. The two of you were just returning to your respective cells, expecting the other to say goodnight only to end up staring at each other. The worst part is how it ended.Â
     It was so quick that you could have missed it, but Daryl Dixonâs eyes fell to your lips for a split second before he turned away to hurriedly retreat to his cell. You tried not to think about it too much, but Daryl deliberately and very obviously dodging you made it hard to forget.Â
     When you went out to hunt together as per routine, you expected to hold at least a conversation half a minute long. You missed talking to the archer, you had to admit it to yourself at least. Which is why it pissed you to the bone that the next time you ever talked again was the next accident.
     âI had it under control!â you yelled at the archer, who didnât seem to be too interested in your defenses. At your feet lay a walker whose head had served as a target for a bolt you knew all too well.
     You watched as Daryl made his way over to you, fury evident in each step. âHell ya mean under control? Ya ainât cut out for huntinâ! Ya shouldâve sensed that walker from a mile away.â
     âWoah, woah,â you humorlessly exclaimed, âIâve been hunting with you since like, ever. The fuck you mean âI ainât cut out for huntinâ?â
     ââCause ya aint! Couldâve gotten yerself killed, woman.â What was he so mean about?
     You didnât want to admit it, but he was right to some degree. If he hadnât arrived in time, you wouldâve been dealing with the aftermath of a walker bite by now. But it did not give him the right to speak to you like that. âOh, you are not talking to me like that.âÂ
     âJust did,â he spat. âNow ya listen to me. Yer gonna return to camp and yer gonnaââ
     âSit around and do nothing?â you scoffed, crossing your arms. âYou want me to knit you some sweaters, too? Make you holiday cookies?â
     âGuard the damn fences,â he said. Daryl stepped forward to grab you by your arm. You dodge him before he could get a hold of you, glaring at him as you did so.
     âI can walk by myself, thanks.â Before disappearing into the woods to return back to the prison, you flipped the guy off. What was up with him? You angrily mumbled to yourself, âIt was just a walker.â
     Itâs been a while since that happened, and this time, it was you who didnât dare to speak to him. You didnât want to be the first one to approach him. After all, you did nothing wrong. And yet he had the audacity to avoid you again.
     But it wasnât that there were zero interactions, though. There were a handful, however blood boiling they were. You exchanged a couple glares whenever your eyes landed on one another.
     The worst one was when Patrick extended his hand to Daryl in front of you while he thanked the archer for his contribution. After Daryl shook his hand, you had to butt in, standing up while eating a bowl of oatmeal instead of the cooked meat.Â
     âWell, thatâs Daryl! Isnât he just great, Carol? Such an amazing huntsman!â you mused sarcastically, giving the three of them the brightest smile you could. Daryl could only watch as you walked away from the scene, his eyes drilling a hole at the back of your head as you kept going on and on: âI donât know how I could ever compete!â
     It didnât take long for the group to catch on the heat.
     You didnât mind that part. What you did mind, though, was Darylâs snide remarks whenever youâd mess up as a retort to what youâd said in front of Patrick.
     Dropped a spoon? âSâwhy ya canât be outside, canât even hold a damn spoon righâ.â
     But you werenât gonna let that slide. Whenever heâd say something to the group, you had something up your sleeve, too.
     He found an old warehouse west of the prison? âOh, how splendid. Daryl and his plans. Everyone say âThank you, Darylâ!â
     The last rebuttal you could recall was after you finished your task digging a grave for the recent casualties. You were taking a quick break by yourself, setting your shovel aside. From a distance, you watched Glenn and Maggie continue to dig. You shuddered at the thought of turning with no warning of a bite.
     Your body was sore all over from all the digging, your throat on the precipice of getting sore, and you felt the world beneath you sway uninterrupted.
     The moment you made to leave the shovel against the wall, the world swayed even worse, sending you to Darylâs grasp. âDamn it, woman, watch ya step. Ya ainât gonna last long beinâ such a damn klutz.â
     âGet off my back,â you said. You jumped out of his arms, glaring at him with the default face youâd grown used to using around him. You angrily grabbed your shovel again, dismissing that you werenât even able to have a minute. You let adrenaline overtake your need for a break.Â
     Youâd be lying if you said you hated it. You did at first, but it kind of grew on you.
     That was until a portion of the prison fell ill from the rampant spread of the flu. You decided Daryl wasnât worth your time for the time being, dedicating your focus on doing what you can for the prison. You did find yourself looking out for him every once in a while, though. Just to make sure he was still healthy.
     Not that it mattered or anything.
     But you watched in horror as Tyreese held Daryl by his vest. You found yourself stepping forward, wanting to intrude but Daryl held his hand out to Rick, a way of saying âI got it.â
     It bothered you that you felt a sort of responsibility towards the guy, however much of an asshole he was towards you. To be fair, you were just as bad to him. But you werenât gonna admit defeat just like that.
     âWeâre on the same side, man,â he told the furious Tyreese. And after that, it was all a blur. You watched the fight unfold. You wanted to stop Rick, to hold him off Tyreese, tell him it was over, but you remained rooted to the floor, frozen.
     You couldâve sworn you felt Darylâs gaze on you before he managed to get Rick to stop until he did. Daryl stumbled backwards, bumping into you. Shivers went down your spine when he touched you by the waist to ask you, âYâalrighâ?â
     You looked back at him. That same look again.
     One.
     Two.
     Three.
     You turned away to wipe at your nose, sniffling. Unsure of what to do, you hurriedly left the scene. Once you were far enough, you wiped at your nose again. Then came a metallic scent you just could not ignore no matter how hard you tried. You thought it was just the rust of the metal bars infiltrating your senses.Â
     But when you looked down at your hand upon the third wipe, you were met by the sight of blood.Â
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     After settling the dispute out, Daryl made it his mission to search for you before the council meeting. To his surprise, you were not in your cell, not outside, at least not anywhere he could find in three minutes. Decidingâhopingâyou were probably busy somewhere, Daryl got back to the councilâs table.
     Though he gave a fair share of ideas and listened intently, having even agreed to go on the run, he couldnât shake the feeling that something was wrong. Before leaving, Daryl pulled Glenn aside, knowing he dug graves with you just a while ago.
     He didnât even know why he had the urge to ask the guy, because how could he possibly have any clue of your whereabouts? But he had to ask something. â[Y/N] ever said anythinâ âbout stuff she had to do or somethinâ?â
     âI donât think so,â said Glenn, getting ready to seclude himself as well. âSheâs probably isolated herself by now, too.â
     âIsolate herself for what?â Daryl scoffed in a poor attempt to disguise his concern. Glenn watched him as if he were a madman.
     âYou didnât see her this morning?â he asked the archer, who then said he did. The longer Glenn paused, the more Daryl followed. âSheâs caught it, too.â
     At that moment, Daryl understood his routinely misdirected angerâwhy he felt his heart practically burn a hole through his chest at the sight of that walker almost getting you, why he could no longer stomach bringing you along with him on runs and hunts, and why he let his stares linger.
     Daryl Dixon understood why he kept his distance in fear of letting whatever it was he felt fester, burying it deep within himself where even he could not find it. Until he discovered that he had a bigger fearâa phobia, even.
     The thought of losing you. And it was all the more clear to him now as he peeked through the small window to find you gripping one of the bars of a cell, keeping steady. Youâd gotten weak since the last time he saw you, and he thought back to when you furiously went back to work after heâd interrupted.
     He felt a guilt like never before, feeling responsible for your condition.
You caught sight of him from afar, and your eyes locked.Â
     One.
     Two.
     You gestured to the visitation room. He nodded.
     Finding yourself face to face with Daryl Dixon afterwards divided by a glass partition was something you didnât expect youâd ever have to experience. You didnât even think heâd care enough to take the time to do so.
     Ever since you shared that long second stare, youâve been wondering when youâd ever have the luxury of sharing it again. But even you couldnât hold it for that long.Â
     One.
     Two.
     Three.
     âGo on, lay it on me,â you said.
     You longed to hear his typical insults, the ones you were used to hearing by routine. Instead, Daryl, took a deep breath and told you, âMâsorry. âBout everythinâ.â
     Safe to say that you were taken aback. You opened your mouth to tease him about it, but you had to look away as you felt the itch in your throat begging to be scratched inside. You coughed out loud, and Daryl couldnât help but flinch at the sight of you.
     âWhat, no âyer hideous,â âserves ya righ,â or even âfuckinâ idiotâ?â you asked jokingly, attempting to make an impression of the way he talked.Â
     âSâwhy I didnât want ya out there,â he said, ignoring your attempt at triggering that part of him. It went out the minute he realized you were on borrowed time. âDidnât want ya to risk yer life for some pig meat.â
     You realized heâd gotten serious. You took your seat across from him, scrutinizing the way he looked at you. âOh, and youâre allowed to?â
     He shrugged. âYeah, âcause I ainât an idiot like you.â
     âThere it is,â you chuckled. Daryl laughed along with you, and it was the first time in a long time that youâve laughed together. And when the moment passed came that damned stare again.
     One.
     You couldnât hold it. âI donât know how much time I have left so⌠Thanks for coming.â
     Daryl snorted. Though he laughed, he was just as scared as you are. Maybe even more scared. âYa ainât gonna turn. Weâre gonna head out ân get some meds. Thereâs a vet college some ways away from here, and Iâm gonna make sure stupidity ainât gonâ be the reason ya die. Ya ainât dyinâ, thatâs final.â
     âThey got everythinâ there?â you asked.
     âI dunno, Hershel gave us a list. Said it should have âem.â
     âYou know how things are, right? How everything usually doesnât end up going the way you want it to. SoâŚâ You didnât know what to say anymore. âOn the off-chance itâs limited, I donât want to hog any of it.â
     âWhaddya mean?â the archer asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. He didnât like where this was going.
     âI mean that if thereâs a shortage, Iâm fine not getting it. Iâve been with these people for half an hour and⌠Daryl, they deserve a second chance. They want to survive.â
     âAnd ya donât?â
     âI donât know,â you confessed, sniffling. You werenât crying, but your stuffy nose made it hard to breathe just as badly. Darylâs heart sank. His guilt just kept growing knowing heâd been unreasonably rude to you just this morning and every morning that came before. âIt gets tiring at times, but it does get fun when you spend it with the right people. But then again, who knows how long youâll be having any of those, too?â
     Daryl opened his mouth to say something only to take it back the instant he thought of it. Iâm not gonna let ya die. He stuck to his stubborn script instead. This is what Daryl was avoiding; the burden of caring. âYer gonna take the meds whether ya like it or not.â
     You couldnât help but smile at his stubborn drive. It was one of the many things you admired about him. âWhat, youâre gonna be all mean to me again if I donât follow your instructions, Doctor Dixon?â
     âDoctor whaâ?â He stifled a laugh to no avail. It was through that moment that you found out that Darylâs laugh was music to your ears. âNah, weâre way past that. Mâgonna start a new method. Ya do somethinâ good, ya get somethinâ good instead of gettinâ somethinâ bad when ya do somethinâ bad.â
     âSo reward punishment,â you suggested with a smile.Â
     âExactly.â
     âSo,â you began, âif I promise to be a good patientâŚâ
     âUhuh,â he nodded.
     âIf I take the medsâŚâ
     âMhm.â
     âYouâre gonna give me a treat?â You resisted the urge to joke about a kiss. It felt too early, and you worried it would spook Daryl away and ruin the moment.
     âYep.â
     âReally?â you asked, grinning wider that it almost seemed as if you never even caught the flu. âLike, one of those lollipops they give out after a vaccine just so you stop crying?â
     Daryl had no idea what you talked about, having never experienced getting one good check-up his whole life, depending his health on whatever remedies he and his brother can fashion on their own. But you seemed to be thrilled about it, and that was enough. âYeah, like that.â
     You pretended to consider it for a while, acting like you were deep in thought. âAlright, we have a deal, you fucker.â
     He smirked. âWipe that stupid smile off yer face.â
     And though you didnât take it too seriously, Daryl was already hatching a game plan he could use to find one for you the moment you mentioned it. After all, he was a man of his word.
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     Daryl Dixon was one of the few people who valued solitude. This time, though, he found himself craving company long after the fall of the prison as well as when he lost Beth.Â
     Thus, the universe sent the worst possible group to accompany himâthe Claimers. Even he realized the change within him when he realized the difference in how heâd choose his company now and before.
     It shook him to his core that he would have chosen this group had he not met Rickâs, had he not met you. As he and the Claimers made their way through the roads in search of the perpetrators they sought to give a piece of their mind.Â
     Daryl decided heâd ride with the Claimers for survival, thinking to himself heâd be fine coasting with them for just a little while until he found the right opening to leave. That was, until he discovered that theyâd been hunting the same group Daryl had been looking for, but with different motives.
     âHold up,â Daryl said carefully, so as to not rile the leader who had Rick dangerously at gunpoint.Â
     âYouâre stopping me on eight, Daryl,â the leader accused. You felt your heart sink from where you were, fearing how the scene would unfold. You held Carlâs hand to comfort him, but it was just as well an attempt to comfort yourself. Carl returned the sentiment.Â
     Daryl stepped closer with caution. âLetâs hold up.â
     One of the guys holding a shotgun opened his mouth. âThis is the guy who killed Lou, so we got nothinâ to talk about.â
     âCarl,â you whispered under your breath, not daring to move to even look at the kid. You could only hear a bit, but the silence in the car and the slightly opened windows was enough to let you hear a bit.
     âThe thing about nowadays is we got nothing but time,â the leader said. He kept his eyes on the archer. âSay your piece, Daryl.â
     âThese people,â Daryl started. âYer gonna let them go. These are good people.â
     You felt your heartbeat pick up its pace upon observation that the groupâs leader was unimpressed. âNow, IâI think Lou would disagree with you on that. I, of course, would have to speak for him and all because your friend here strangled him in the bathroom.â
     You whispered again, frozen in place. âCarl, I need you to get in the back. Slowly.â
     âYou want blood? I get it,â Daryl said. You watched as the archer dropped his crossbow and threw his arms open. The fuck is he doing? âTake it from me, man.â
     Carl slowly brought his legs up to him, trying not to make a noise.
     Daryl kept coming closer. âCome on.â
     âThis man killed our friend.â By the look on their leaderâs face, you knew there was no way this would go in peace. âYou say heâs good people. See now, right there isâis a lie.â
     âCarl, hurry,â you whisper again. But his attempts at doing so is halted by the events that followed.
     Daryl dropped his arms to his side, realizing the same as you. You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle your frightened yell as one of them hit Daryl with the butt of a shotgun. You could only watch in fear as two of the men dragged him to the hood of the car you and Carl were in.
     As they beat him shitless, Daryl looked up to find your face staring right back at him from inside the car. For a moment, he thought he was seeing you as he approached death, but his eyes widened in terror realizing you would be involved in the scene.Â
     A wave of relief and dread coursed through him; relief that you had gotten out of the prison and dread that he wouldnât be able to protect you this time.Â
     The door swung open and a man yanked Carl out before you could even reach him. âCâmere, boy.â
     âCarl!â Your door swung open as well, one of the men tackling Daryl just seconds ago hauling you off your seat as you tried to put up a fight.Â
     âYou leave him be!â you heard Rick yell over the commotion.
     The man pointing a gun to Michonne wasnât afraid to make his threats and intentions clear either. âYou get yours. You just wait for your turn.â
     You felt the threat of a knife to your throat and you got a whiff of a mouth that reeked of booze. You felt your perpetratorâs warm breath tickle the lines of your neck, taking you in.
     You were terrified of what heâd do to you, what theyâd do to Carl. âLet him go!â
     âNot so fast, hot stuff,â the man taunted you, toying with your hair.Â
     âNo, get off her!â Daryl exclaimed as his assailant pinned him down as another guy ruthlessly beat him up. Daryl didnât care.
     âListen, it was just me. It was just me!â Rick admitted, desperately trying to bargain for his groupâs freedom.
     âSee, now, thatâs right! Thatâs not some damn lie! If we can settle this, weâre reasonable men.â
     âFirst, weâre gonna beat Daryl to death. Then weâre gonna have the girls, then the boy. Then Iâm gonna shoot you and soon weâll be square!âÂ
     You heard Daryl yelp as they beat him. âStop hurting him!���
     The leader of the gang looked at Daryl, then at you. His fucking stare made your blood run cold. âMaybe we can keep little Daryl here for a while, give him a little show. Make him watch.â His laugh sent ripples of unease throughout your body even as you were thrown to the ground, the man getting on top of you.Â
     âNo!â you heard Daryl exclaim as he put up a harder fight to no avail, his body already weakened. More so was yours.
     âClaimed!â the man yelled, his eyes already feasting on you.
     Everything was⌠You couldnât think anymore. You felt your legs part open, and with it your head throbbed. The lack of sleep, the hunger, the thirst, everything was coming down all at once. You could only hear the wicked cackling of their leader, Rick yelling at the man to let go of his sonâ
     Then it was ringing in your ears at the sound of a gunshot. And yet the nightmare didnât end. You didnât like it. Didnât like any of it. The sniffing and the giggling⌠The hands on your waist as they trailed downâŚÂ
     You thought of nothing. Perceived nothing until you felt the hands gripping your body start to loosen. Maybe you were gone already, maybe⌠This is the end.Â
     The weight on top of you was gone altogether, and you could hear Rickâs furious grunts as he plunged a knife deep into the throat of the man who took Carl. You looked up to find Daryl tussling with the man who was just on top of you.
     âDarylâŚâ You were slipping in and out of consciousness, and a couple steps from where you lay you saw the two other men whoâd been beating Daryl just moments before splayed unconscious on the cold concrete road.
     The ringing in your ears was louder as you watched your assailant fall to the ground, and Daryl shoving his foot down his head in vengeance.
     You lay there among the leaves, tilting your head up to the sky, only grateful Daryl was fine. He ran to you as soon as he did what he saw he had to do.
     â[Y/N],â he called, scooping you into his arms and away from the floor. You wanted to stay awake, to ask him how he was, to confess you were scared shitless and you were tired of pretending you werenâtâŚ
     The last thing you could remember was Daryl holding you as you let slumber take you away.
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     When you awoke, you thought you were back in the prison. For a split second, you thought you just had a horrible nightmare. As your eyes began to adjust to the sun, you realized you were in the front seat of the car with the backrest inclined for your comfort.
     Michonneâs presence in the backseat told you otherwise.
     âMichonne?â You looked around to find no one else. The windows were covered with different cloths, too. You looked down on her lap to find Carl fast asleep while Michonne caressed his face. âHow is he? How are you?â
     She looked up at you, an undeniable sorrow in her eyes. She was just as tired. âIâm fine. Heâs shaken. What about you?â
     The events of the night before flashed before your eyes. You had to shake your head to be rid of it. You needed air. âIâve been better, I just need air.â
     Michonne nodded, respecting your distance. âRickâs right outside.â
     âAndâŚ?â
     âDaryl?â she asked, to which you nodded meekly. Michonne gave you a reassuring smile. âHe stayed with you the entire time, he stepped out just now. Heâs fine.â
     âOh, okay.â Fixing your hair, you returned her kind gesture with a warm smile as well. âIâll just go get some fresh air, I think I need it.â
     You swung the door open and hopped out. Once you walked forward, you jumped in shock. You didnât expect to be in the same place from when everything happened. Just in time, Daryl popped out from the other side of the car. âYou alrighâ?â
     The corpses were still splayed out flat on the concrete and beside the road. You had to look away from the grotesque scene, your heart pounding. âYeah, Iâm fineâIâm okay.â
     âYou sure âbout that?â he asked. Daryl gave Rick a knowing look before patting him on the shoulder. Rick nodded, letting the archer know that heâll be fine. Daryl moved towards you and tapped you by the shoulder. He took back his hand the moment you flinched, instinctively recoiling to physical touch.
     âSorry, Iâm justâI know I donât need to feel that way around you, itâs justââ
     âI get it.â Daryl understood; he was there when it happened. But heâd make sure heâd also be there after. His hand hovered behind the small of your back. âMay I?â
     Daryl waited until you nodded before he let his hand rest on your back to guide you away from the mess.
     âLetâs take a walk. Have some water,â he said, handing you a half empty bottle. You took big gulps religiously, craving its feel in your throat. âThank you.â
     You hand the bottle back to him only to realize that you had drunk all of its contents. âOh, shit. Sorry.â
     âNothinâ ya gotta apologize for.â
     You only nodded in response, still troubled by everything.Â
     Daryl halted, gently touching you by your wrist. Youâd never felt that sort of tender touch before, and it was easy to miss it once it ended. âHey, Iâuh, I almost forgot.â
     âHm?â
     âYâknow, the terms of our agreement.â You watched as Daryl fumbled with himself, and a laugh escaped you. He seemed to be flustered with what he was about to do, but you could tell heâd been anticipating doing it by the pace he was searching. He checked his shirt pockets. When he dug into his jeansâ front pocket, he pulled out something small, then extending his hand to you. âMâsorry I only got two, I wasnât sure what flavor ya wanted and I accidentally got them in the same flavor and there were walkers and I know it ainât an excuse butââ
     You took it. You kept eyeing the two lollipops in your hand. It was both strawberry-flavored, and it was one of those jumbo ones that were slightly bigger than the regular ones. âDaryl, that was a joke. You didnât have toâ â you snorted, a smile breaking on your face â âactually get me one.â
     âNah, Iâm a man of my word.â Daryl returned your smile. âI say mâgonna get ya somethinâ, then mâgonna get ya somethinâ. Simple.â
     âWell, then,â you said, handing him the other one. âYou get the other one.â
     âNah, itâs yours.â
     âNo. Get it.â
     âNah,â he said.
     If Daryl was stubborn, you were nothing compared to him. You stuffed the other one in his pocket. âThere. And donât even try to argue with me on it, I wanna have it with you.â
     âAlright, alright.â
     Heat rushed to your cheeks. He really did bother. You continued walking, Daryl followed.
     âYa donât have to open it now, we need to get ya some more water first so yer throat doesnât get sore again.â
     âThought this was my treat?â you teased. âFor being a good patient?â
     âYeah, well, doctor says you should lay off it for a bit âtil ya get some more to drink.â
     You snorted. âOh, yeah? What doctor.â
     Daryl pointed to himself. âThis doctor. Doctor Dixon.â
     âYou like that a lot, huh?â
     âActually, I hated it but⌠Sâkinda growinâ on me.â
     After you shared a laugh. There was that goddamn lingering stare.
     One.
     Two.
     Three.
     Daryl turned around, afraid the heat in his cheeks were possibly giving away how he felt with a faint blush. âWe shouldâWhaddya say we head back?â
     âSure, wouldnât wanna have you going down on one knee to propose,â you joked.
     âShuddup,â he said, lightly punching your shoulder.Â
     On the whole way back, you talked together, just like you always did whenever the two of you were out hunting. Speaking with Daryl made everything else matter a little less that you donât even realize how far youâve gone until it comes into your mind.
     While walking the tracks with Rick, Carl, and Michonne, the two of you walked slightly behind.Â
     âIâm just saying, if we get to this place, itâs not gonnaâ!â You shrieked as your feet caught on one of the sleepers of the tracks. To your relief, Daryl caught you with his hand holding yours and his other hand assisting your waist.
     The three turned around to check on you both. Rick called out, âYou alright back there?â
     âYeah! Weâre fine!â he said back. You were worried Daryl would drop your hand. He didnât.
     When no eyes lingered on either of you anymore, the stare youâd been yearning for returned, leaving you to wonder what would break it this time before it could reach five.
     One.
     Two.
     Three.
     Four.
     Five.
     To your surprise and your relief, Daryl smiled at you. And oh, did it feel melting. It was hard not to return his smile when it was so damn contagious. You were sure your heart was doing gymnastics at this point, feeling it beat so hard against your chest.
     âWhatâre you looking at me like that for?â you asked the archer.
     âYer still fuckinâ clumsy as fuck,â he remarked with a teasing smirk.
     Heâd been dying to hear you laugh again, so heâs relieved that you do. âWelcome back. Thought you said you had your whole new justice system in store?â
     âWell, doctors still gotta scold their patients, especially when the patient in question is an idiot.â
     You rolled your eyes. âYou have any rule in your book about doctors holding their patientsâ hands? Yâknow, like, âDonât do thatâ?â
     Daryl looked down on your intertwined hands, pretending to scrutinize it with careful thought. âI dunno, I think if the patientâs fine with it, then the doctorâs fine with it, too.â
     You did the same only to look back up at him with a grin. âPatient says itâs fine. Is the doctor fine with it?â
     âDoctor Dixon says itâs recommended to keep his patient healthy.âÂ
     âPatient has a request, though,â you tell him as you use your other hand to pull out your lollipop from your pocket. âShe wants Doctor Dixon to share a treat together.â
     âDoctor Dixon says, âWhat the hellâ.â He does the same, pulling his lollipop out. You had to let go of each otherâs hands for a bit to take off the wrapper before throwing it away. Daryl was the first to take your hand, eager to hold it again. You let him.
     Throughout the entire journey to Terminus, all your fears and worries were at bay, all because Daryl never let go of your hand. The two of you talked about the sweetness of what you were having, how it was a great change from what you were used to eating. And it was right then and there that he knew he wanted to be holding your hand whenever, wherever, and however long he could.
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Ohh my gosh i just saw you take jjk requests.. could i please ask for some sweet cuddly headcanons or a scenario of heian era/true form Sukuna x small-ish but chubby ftm reader?
Oh also im sorry if its weird but i uhhh i headcanon Sukuna was kinda chubby himself during that time if you could include that somehow.. i dunno its just i love soft squishy men cause i am one okay thank you bye
Heian era/true form Ryomen Sukuna x chubby ftm reader
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Cheering and jumping up and down whenever I get jjk requests. Im such a sucker for true form Sukuna. Sukuna nation. Sukuna is also around 8 ft in this, cuz I love me some size difference.
No one would suspect Sukuna of all people to be sweet or even cuddly, and no one gets to see it, except for you and maybe Uraume.
Theres nothing your big lug of a lover likes more than to lay his head in your lap after a meal, which was probably people knowing him, and having you play with his head or just caress his face.
Living on a regular diet of human would also mean that Sukuna has more meat on his bones in this era than he does in the 2000s when he wakes up again. Think like bulking and cutting when it comes to wrestling.
It would most likely also be a result of dating Sukuna that allowed you to get chubby as well, since this was during the Heian era, where one couldnât as easily get their hands on enough food to get chubby unless they were very rich.
But if you already were chubby, then that was more than likely what caught Sukunas attention first. Maybe he thought you looked extra delicious to snack on, or you thought it was sexy, since he doesnât get to see chubby people on the regular, at least not ones that are actually attractive like you.
Sukuna would enjoy you being softer too, since it means he can lay his big ol head on your torso or on your thighs, or that he can squeeze your body with his big hands.
Expect him to nip at you, anywhere on your body really, and rumble about how you are good enough to eat. You know he wouldnât actually eat you, but he likes to threaten it. and it comes more across as flirting instead of threatening at the end of the day.
When it comes to being trans. Sukuna couldnât honestly care less. Hes got Uraume around, what makes you think he cares how you present yourself or see yourself.
Sukuna would use it as an excuse to kill more people though, since anybody disrespecting you or people like you deserve to die in his book. Aint nobody gonna disrespect Sukuna, the king of curses, lover like that.
Would hunt down anybody who might have hurt you in the past, no questions asked. They wouldnât stand a chance against your bear of a man, curse?
If you wanted top or bottom surgery, or even testosterone, he would find a way. They didnât have treatment like we do now, but if anybody would be able to find a way it would be Sukuna, even if it means torturing sorcerers or curses to get it.
You can also dress however you want around Sukuna. Hes one of those âdress however you want babe, I can fightâ guys. Sukuna himself also wears a womanâs kimono, so I donât think he really sees gender in clothes the same way as sorcerers or humans might.
And if you feel insecure of dysphoric about your body, Sukuna might not be the best at comforting with words. But hed find ways to show he is there for you, be it pulling you into his lap, or just lingering around whenever heâs around. Would also order Uraume to make sure you are happy and have everything you need.
Speaking of pulling you into his lap. Sukuna loves the size difference between you. It isnât hard to be smaller than Sukuna, but you being small-ish means he can easily have you straddling one of his thighs, the lower pair of his arms wrapped around your waist, and the upper pair doing something else.
Expect to be licked by his stomach mouth on the regular when this happens, or when you guys are cuddling. If not licked, then expect your back to be kissed when no one is looking, or nobody can see.
Sukuna would find It funny if it made you blush or turn to look at him over your shoulder whenever he does it. He just raises his brow like âwhat?â whenever you try to call him out on it, always saying you must be making things up.
The stomach mouth always ends up licking your hands when you guys are cuddling and youâre petting his stomach. When you complain about it, he just says itâs not that bad, and offers to let you lick his hands too, youâll have to do it four times though, you guys gotta be equal right?
Sukuna doesnât really focus on the fact that hes on the chubby side himself, but hes different compared to you. For Sukuna imagine those big weight lifters that have a thick layer of fat on their bodies because of all the calories they need, thatâs how I imagine Sukuna.
He does a lot of fighting and a lot of eating and training, so him being chubby buff would make sense. He isnât someone to feel insecure, but he would preen like a peacock if you gushed about how hot he was.
Sukuna likes to eat, thatâs no secret. But he doesnât just like to eat people, but treats too. So, you guys will have many times where you lay on top of his chest or beside him on one of his arms, the two of you sharing something sweet.
He expects you to feed him, sorry but he does. He makes up for it by playing with your hair with one of his hands in the meantime, so I guess itâs fair.
Yes, he also expects you to feed the stomach mouth, is that even a question?
He likes cuddling in the sun with a nice comfortable breeze going. Imagine him laying sprawled out on his kimono, you laying on top of him or beside him, the shutters to the room open, just enough wind and sun to make it comfortable.
Sukuna doesnât snore, but he rumbles sometimes, kind of like a big tiger or maybe a lion. He also denies doing it, but youâve caught him multiple times. It gets extra loud if you pet his chest or face.
You always gotta be careful cuddling with Sukuna though, since he might roll over in his sleep and roll on top of you, and youâll feel like a pancake. Hes got all that bulk weighing down on you, knocking all the air outta you, but he makes a great weighted blanket.
Your lover also doesnât like to be woken up, but when its you its not as bad. Best bet is to wake him up with kisses, he doesnât seem to mind them that much. Sukuna does grumble and complain a little, but its not hard to sense that he doesnât really mean it.
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