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something old, something new | T.S

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summary ; how long can you keep that secret?

warnings ; arranged marriage!trope, SLOW burn, soft!tommy , fem!reader, idk what im doing,

a/n ; i would love to know what you guys think of this part<3 thank you guys for all the support i really really appreciate it <33

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"ya should've stabbed 'im when ya had the chance to." madeline mumbles, putting rose in the crib that was dragged next to the dining table

"what the hell has gotten into 'im?...." fiona looks at celest and celest shrugs , looking back at you

"god i feel like i'm going to explode" you take a gulp of the wine in your glass "i can't lie to tommy"

"then don't, just tell him" celest swirls the wine in her glass

"i 'ave a feeling tommy might just.." fiona runs her thumb across her neck, clicking her tongue

"i mean he's not that violent," you add , your finger moving across the rim of the glass "he's sweet...sometimes.... i think"

"is she ... drunk?" madeline grabs the wine bottle, pouring some in the glass in her hand

"i'm sure he doesn't just go around killing people" you look at the three women around you, "what do ya think jeremy wants to do?"

"i mean he said he wants ya back , didn't he?" celest sips her wine

"i mean yeah , technically i guess..."

"not technically" madeline is points at you "he said he wouldn't let ya marry tommy"

"it's just so odd" your hand rubs at the back of your neck "this is so out of the blue, we ended years ago. it's not like we were in contact too or anything"

"ya attract crazy men" fiona says with a raised brow

"i don't need this." you cover your face with your hand, before taking another gulp from your glass

"come on," celest gets up, taking the wine glass out of your hand "ya need sleep."

you have your arms raised on each side. , wearing a thin white robe. standing with your back straight and head held high, the seamstress starts measuring from the tip of your fingers to your shoulders.

"how is he treating ya?"

"hm?" you snap out of whatever trance you were in, eyes glancing in her direction

"thomas shelby, how is he treating ya?"

"yes , yes he is." you speak almost too quickly "why wouldn't he?" you try to not move,

she looks at you through her spectacles, raising a brow

you raise a brow too "i thought ya knew his family very well?"

"i do, that's why i'm asking" she says with a sigh , moving to the other side to get the measurements and your eyes follow her

the room is spacious, with every kind of fabric and thread you could possibly think of. it's quiet, the light shining in through the windows. the fabric and the design of your wedding dress on a paper on the table. a sketch of it, and it looked perfect.

"he's treating me well" you repeat

"do ya know about grace?"

your eyes drift away, you lick your lips nervously. you never had this conversation with anyone, it was a topic everyone tiptoed away from. except for her, apparently

"i know of 'er, yes."

"he loved that girl, he did." she nodded, rolling the measuring tape, getting your bust measurements.

"yeah, i've heard." you cleared your throat

"ya should've seen how he looked at 'er" she chuckled, "but , the way he looks at you ..." she looks at you again, before moving to make another measurement.

your head snaps this time, looking at her before she reprimands you to stay still "me?"

"mhm."

"i don't think so" you murmur then chuckle

"i wouldn't be so sure" she said with a knowing look , she rolls the measuring tape around your waist "i've known 'im since he was a boy."

"i mean, i'm sure ya do." you smile at her politely "but i do doubt that."

"ya can doubt it all ya like, it won't make it less true" she mumbles ,

a soft knock at the door catches your attention. she frowns, pulling her spectacles down and walking to the door, she opens it slightly

"morning mrs baker."

tommy's voice makes your eyes widen slightly, and your heart flutter.

"tommy." she says with a laugh "ya 'ave no business here, boy."

"my bride is here" he nods at you "so , i do actually 'ave business here"

she opens the door, letting him in. the smile and look on her face is stern, but maternal.

"the girl tells you're treating her well" she mumbles, going back to standing at your side

"she did?" he asks with a small smile before standing against a wall, his back pressed against it with his hands in his pockets, his gaze stuck on you.

she nods, putting her spectacles back on as she writes down the measurements on a piece of paper

"ya were trying to turn 'er on me, sylvia?" he speaks again

she shoots him a glare before looking back at you "ya see what you're marrying?"

you chuckle, tying the robe tighter around you. "yeah, i see it."

sylvia walks out of the room, to the front of the store for a customer that came in, leaving you and tommy in the back.

"why didn't ya bring your mother with ya?" he asks you, getting off the wall but not taking one step further.

"she can be...... overly enthusiastic at times. so i didn't tell 'er i was coming here" you say with a chuckle, turning to look at him

"that's smart" he hums , looking you over.

"she will lose 'er mind but i think it'll be worth it , i think."

he hums again, this time walking to stand in front of you.

"didn't ya 'ave a meeting today? i'm surprised ya even had the time to come here" you tilt your head as you speak

"want to get rid of me, do ya?"

"of course i don't."

"so ya want me around?" he leans closer, and you feel your breath stop. his voice is soft and low, his eyes glance at your lips before going back to your eyes

"i...." you stutter , your eyes scan his face "i do" you speak softly

"i do too."

"yeah?" you whisper back.

the air is so heavy, you feel his breath fan over your lips. your noses brush against each other.

"are ya scared of me?"

"no" you shake your head softly

he leans in closer and his lips press against yours, your eyes flutter shut and you feel as if time stopped moving, the floor under you disappeared.

after a few moments, he pulls back but not far back , his nose brushes against your cheek and his lips press against your ear

"what are ya hiding from me?"

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

breeding kink joel is infecting my mind he won’t leave me alone. imagining him slowly rocking into me after filling me up to keep it inside and then we just go to sleep like that. wrruf wrufruf arf:3

BARKBARKBARKBARK i gotchu :3

warning: breeding kink, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

“Nghhh, shit… So fuckin’ tight, kiddo… Gon’ milk me fuckin’ dry… Yeah, c'mon, boy, give that pussy to your Daddy...”

Joel’s breath was hot against your ear as he rutted into you with all his body weight. He had his arms around your back, keeping your limp body squished up against his in a tight bear hug. You appreciated the extra support, since you’d squirted out about half your brain cells by now. For an old man with self-proclaimed shitty knees, his stamina was impressive. At this rate, you weren’t sure which was coming first: him, or all your bones turning into goo. Your arms and legs were flaccid, barely sticking to his back with all the sweat and body heat between you both. Insightful conversation was long gone for you, and in its place was incoherent babbling. “Oh, fu-u-ahhh, my gah… my god, fuck… D-Daddyyy…”

“That’s right, baby, Daddy’s here… Daddy’s—mmm—Daddy’s right fuckin’ here… All the way deep inside you, boy… Such a good boy… Makin’ Daddy feel so good, pretty boy…” Joel’s softly-spoken, sugary sweet words were the icing on the cake, a cake that you’d overstuffed yourself on, and were now in the midst of a sugar crash.

Even through the onslaught of overstimulation, your hoarse vocal cords croaked out a quiet appreciation. “A-Ah, hah… Tha-... Thank you, Daddy…”

“You’re welcome, baby boy…” Joel speckled kisses on your temple, down your jaw, and along your neck. You felt his hips stutter, a telltale sign of impending climax, and he inhaled sharply. “Ooh, fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby… Got a big load for my special boy… Gon’ fill you up so good—shit! Shit!”

Joel squeezed your body like he was trying to pop you, and came with a feral growl that resonated deep in his chest. His cock throbbed and spilled inside you, his cum filling what little space there was between your skin and his. No matter how smart and self-assured you were in your day-to-day life, Joel Miller could wreck you, leaving you nothing more than a well-used sex doll plugged with his seed.

But he’d never leave you like that. Pulling out of such a nice, warm, not to mention filled-up hole? Blasphemous. He wouldn’t dream of it. Plus, he had to check in on you. “Still with me, baby boy?”

The rush of post-sex endorphins always left you a giggly mess. Smiley and loopy, your limbs flopped onto the mattress below. “Hehehe... yeah! Yeah, I’m—ah!”

You were cut off when Joel thrust his hips just an inch or two forward, just enough to make you squeal like that. It made him laugh. "What? Gotta keep it all in, baby." His scratchy beard nuzzled against your cheek and he sighed. "Comfy?"

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? I’m not too heavy for ya?”

“Mm-mm…” You yawned. “I like it… Feels like a weighted—" He thrust his hips again, making you squirm and whimper beneath him. "Mm! W-weight... weighted blanket…”

Joel chuckled, "Good. Cause I'm not pullin' out til morning." He swept some of your sweat-drenched hair out of your face, and smooched your glistening forehead.

"G'night, kiddo."

[fxshigurosbae]

THE LITTLE BIG GIRL . . .

୨୧⋆｡˚ toji fushiguro {38} x f!reader {19}

✶ mature content | mdni ! age gap, dumbification, innocence play, mating press, brat taming, doggy style, creampie, barebacking, size kink, daddy kink, clothed sex, manhandling, strong language.

k’s note — this shit is problematic af, even the title but damn pls bare with me, i got inspired by a short fic ! also thank you for 2k followers, i appreciate it so much, you guys are the best, i’m trying to be more active but there’s a lot going on, when i have more time i’ll def write a lot <3

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ugh! old man toji absolutely rummaging the fuck out of your pussy in your pink girly bedroom’s bed — cute and fluffy plushies on view — as he handles you onto that flat low doggy position. that man even made sure to fluff your pastel pink pillow underneath your belly so your ass could have that specific slight arch he loves, after all, he wants to go all the way inside your also pinkish cunt’s gummy walls. your head buried onto the flowery sheets with a tight grip, whining and humming, body jolting forward along with everything else on the bed . . .

toji was groaning and sighing, his eyes unable to not remain focused on the way your cute butt jiggled once his cock made it’s way to kiss your cervix. suddenly toji grabbed you and turned you around, as you laid on your back, gasping and complaining. “w-why’d you stooop?” a pouty, dizzy and whiny voice, throwing your arms up in bed as your chest breathed desperately, legs quivering and back arching.

“y’know, I’ve never really understood these plushies.” he groans, spreading your legs apart and holding them still as he adjusts himself back on his knees, looking down to your dripping pussy as he messily slaps his reddish swollen tip over your slit.

“come on, don’t tell me they make you shy?” you tease with a chuckle as your eyes threaten to close, eyebrows furrowed in need, having your thighs held so wide apart makes harder for you to not want him to pound in again.

“shut up.” he mumbles. “it’s fuckin’ odd, ya having a bunch of toys in your bed while i fuck ya.” toji lets go off one of your legs and expects you to keep it there, and open, as he grabs his leaking cock and pumps it once before aligning with your entrance again, pushing just the tip in, observing, taking notes and pulling it out before you can even react. “aren’t ya embarrassed?” his time to tease, with a lazy smirk. with doe eyes, you’re moving your hips forward in vain before you’d speak, supporting yourself on your elbows. “nevermind, guess ya like it, huh?” toji grows that earlier smirk, exhibiting his scar even more.

“they’ve seen a lot of things already.” you add with a low pouty voice. “but isn’t that what makes it fun?” following with a soft smile as you stare into his eyes from down below. “now put it in.” with an almost begging yet demanding tone, your eyes fly to where you’re both near to connecting again.

“oh yeah? you know what else is fun?” toji chuckles as he pulls out that fat tip and slaps it over your cunt harsher. “making you beg for it.” your deer eyes fly onto his emerald ones, batting eyelashes fidgety and breathing through parted juicy lips. “gotta use yer manners, right, princess?”

“hmm…” you pout yet give in. “p-please daddy, please, i was so f-fucking close, put it in again.” you yelp through gritted teeth, throwing your head back, arching and laying back down as he presses his cock without moving just yet, only chuckling at you, while you’re looking back up at him insatiably, he wasn’t satisfied. “‘m sorry my plushies make you shy!” you added in a rush, teasing the man so obviously, gripping onto the sheets, as he takes out his cock again and slaps it one more time over your clit now.

“fuckin’ brat, huh?”. you roll your eyes back and smirk with a desperation, even more fidgety, but you’re dying there when he puts the tip less than an inch in. “fuck, fuck, please, daddy, j-just put it in, please!” you beg, giving in, with a whiney trembling voice, throwing your head back and about to sob as the older man lets out a malicious chuckled smirk, leaning forward to give a kiss on your neck.

“that’s a good little fuckin’ girl, such a sweet angel, huh?” toji finally praises against your skin, thrusting his cock all the way in on a swift motion, his hand gripping onto the back of your thighs to press your vulnerable body into mate press, his entire weight leaning over you as he tries to maintain you still, your eyes move towards his for eye contact and your mouth widens, immediately gasping and being cut off by your own moan. “such a cute girl i got for m’self, yeah? hm…” he teases more, going back and forth in a leisure and provoking pace. “you like being fucked like a well-behaved slut in ya girly bedroom with these… fucking plushies staring at ya, don’t ya, sweetheart?” he groans for a second, exhaling as he speaks into your face, near to your ears, if he puts his tongue out only a little, he could lick your earlobe, but he does better, he kisses your neck gently, sending shivers down your spine as he synchronizes it with his thrusting and you lose air. a beat passes as you don’t answer his question, closing your eyes shut and using the rest of your energy to moan it away. “not really a good girl, if ya can’t answer me, right?” he adds, making sure to force his tip into kiss your cervix, bruising it. your smaller hands flying to his lower abdomen as if it could make him slow down.

“y-yes, yes daddy! i like it, i wuv it!” you admit drunkly, whining again as your body trembles, back arches and your chest presses against his broader and muscular torso. his smirk could be felt against your skin as he continues on kissing your shivering neck, his hands never leaving your thighs as he bends you in half, one wrong move and he’d break you.

“i’ll forgive ya for the plushies, now, let’s give ‘em a show.” toji pushes your thighs further down as he moves his hips back, alternating this pressure with his thrusts in order to make you clench more. his merciless chuckle resonates into your skull as your moans are almost leading you to gag and choke. “ya know how to, ya always do, doll.” he finishes his sentence, kissing your soft forehead as he leans back a little to bend your legs together in front of him, pressing them down your stomach with his broad calloused hands, and that visible smirk, he’s grunting at each slow-paced and shattering thrust, as your whines shake and result in exhales and sighs of overwhelm. his hips piston into your tight pussy, being barricaded in between your plushy thighs, but that was enough already, toji spread your legs once more, more than he knew you could, because he simply longed for that perfect view again.

“daddy, wan’ your c-cum in me.” you’d beg with your tongue not even able to move correctly. “oh, ya wanna be a little big girl now and have it, huh?”

and that’s what led you to need to deep-wash your plushies . . .

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[pluto247]

The Four Mistakes - pt 2

Thinking about doing a part 3...

Katie McCabe x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Injury

It seemed like every step was a chore, even with Katie supporting your entire body weight. You groaned with every step. Katie was basically dragging you, at least that is what you felt was happening as you could barely lift your feet. 

“I know y/n, I know it hurts but we are almost home.” Katie would reassure you, although you were pretty sure she was scared shitless and trying to keep you calm. Fun fact, you were anything but calm. 

The 10 minute walk back to Katie's house felt more like 2 hours with how slow you felt you were walking, but you have to give Katie credit, she can most definitely drag a 60 kg 17 year old like there is no tomorrow. When we did get back to the house, Katie practically threw you in the back seat and jumped in the driver's seat. Driving like a mad woman to the nearest hospital, you took notice of her right hand. It could have been broken, it was swollen with dried and fresh blood flowing down her arm. It seemed as though she hadn’t really taken notice, it was the least of her problems to be fair. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me back there, ya hear?”

“I’ll try my best” you whispered. Gosh, even talking hurt. 

“You’re going to be just fine y/n. Ya gotta be.”

Katie pulled right outside the emergency doors and threw open her door to grab you from the backseat. Once you were safely tucked into her side, the both of you made your way to the entrance of the emergency room. Surprisingly, the emergency room seemed to not be as chaotic as they portray in drama shows. So a nurse was on us the moment we came through the doors. 

“We will take her from here ma’am” she said while getting on my other side, “Tell us everything you know.” 

“Um.. I.. He..” Katie stuttered out, as they transferred me to a gurney and wheeled me away.

“Ma’am, your hand. You are hurt, let me help you.” She said gently grabbing Katies right hand,

Katie recoiled a little bit, hissing at the contact, finally realizing that she in fact was in a great deal of pain. Her pain only became relevant now that you were in the hands of people capable of helping you. 

“Ma’am, do you know who you brought in? Do you know who we can call? Can I please help you? I think you broke your hand” The nurse asked

“Um, she's my kid. I am the one who you would call.” She responded shakily

“Ok, good. Is there anyone we can call for you? You don’t seem to be doing ok.”

Katie thought for a few seconds before fishing out her phone and handing it to the nurse “Uh, yea me best mate. And yea me hand hurts help would be appreciated, if ya wouldn’t mind. Is she gonna be alright? What are they going to do?”

“We will not know until the doctor comes back, but we will let you know as soon as they come back. Now let's go over here and take a look at your hand.” The nurse said while leading Katie back into an examination room. She began to look at the hand in more detail before reaching over to grab some cleaning supplies and clean her knuckles.

“I’m Nancy by the way, what’s your name?” The nurse said after starting to clean Katies wounds.

“My name is Katie, do ya think my hand is broken?”

“Straight to the point I see. Well, we will need an x-ray to say for sure and what kind of treatment would be needed, but I am 80% sure you indeed have a broken hand Katie,”

“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. Do I at least get a cool cast?”

“Of course, in any color you want. But let me go and put in for an x-ray and check up on the status of your child. What's her name? Nancy said while standing up

“Her names y/n, y/n McCabe” Katie responded tearfully

*****

A half hour had passed before another person burst through the emergency room doors. 

“I’m looking for Katie McCabe? Where is she?” Viv asked the front desk

“She is just about to come back to the waiting room, looks like she just got her cast done so the nurse will send her your way if you will just have a seat ma’am.” 

Viv nodded and turned around to look for an open chair perfectly positioned to see everything but not be so far away that she couldn’t hear if the nurse called your name. In the middle of her consideration, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her torso. She looked over and saw Katie, so she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. 

“Hey, are you ok?” Viv spoke after a minute

“I don’t know, I will be once I see her. Viv… she was in bad shape… I …” Katie said before being caught by a wave of emotion. 

“Hey. Look at me, she is going to be fine. She’s a McCabe, you all are a stubborn lot. Now lets sit down and tell me what happened”

*****

Katie was currently tucked into Vivs side, her leg bouncing in anticipation, impatiently waiting for the doctor to say your name. 

“So, why did you have them call me instead of Caitlin?” Viv wondered out loud 

“Well, Cait is out with Steph and Kyra. I didn’t want to ruin her night, and ya were the next person I could think of to help me.” Katie confessed. “Where's Beth? Ya guys are attached at the hip.”

“Ah, Steph called like 10 min before I got the phone call. She got invited to hang out with the Aussies.”

“God, that's trouble.”

Finally, your name was called, “Family of y/n McCabe?” 

Katie  and Viv shot up and made their way to the doctor.

“Hi, yea that’s us. Is she ok?” Katie rushed out 

“Yes, y/n is alright. If you follow me, we will go back and see her. She is a little out of it because we gave her some strong pain meds, just a warning.” They said while walking down the corridor. They walked past a few more doors until the doctor turned left and went through the door.

“y/n, how are you feeling?” The doctor greeted you.

As they walked in the room, Katie was finally able to see you. You were sitting up and looking at the door with a dopey look on your face. She took note of all the physical injuries she could see, you had a black eye, a few stitches around your eyebrow and a cut adorning your lip. As well as a bandage around your right hand. 

“I’m okayyyy. The funky juice ya gave me is makin me feel fuzy, but its all goooood becuz ya brought me Mum. Oh! And Auntie Viv!”

The doctor chuckled a little bit, “Mhmm, I sure did. They are gonna take you home soon, I just need to tell your mum a few things, is that alright?”

You looked flabbergasted, “pfffttt, of course. She already knows everything about meee”

“Alright, so I am sure you can see most of the damage. She has a few stitches in her face and quite a few in her hand. We have it covered so that nothing gets into her… incisions. You will have to come back to get all the stitches removed in about 2 weeks. We checked her torso area, and found that she has no broken bones, she did however have a few fractured ribs and severe bruising. That is the reason for the strong pain meds. I imagine she will be in quite a bit of pain for about a week or so because of that. Any questions?”

“Um, is there a way I can get you to send both my report and hers to our work? And I can take her back home tonight?” 

“Yea, that shouldn’t be a problem. Just need a medical release so that we can send those over and those can be there by the morning. Yes, you can take her home tonight. We don’t need to keep her for observation, but if anything changes please do come back and we can take a look.” 

“Ok, thank you very much.” Katie replied and then turned to you. “Hey kid, ya really gave me a scare there.” She continued, gently cupping your cheek.

“I’m sowry, I didn’t mean to” You replied looking tearful

“Hey, no. It’s alright, I… I just hated to see you like that, but you are alright now. Auntie Viv is going to take us home” She softly smiled before leaning in and placing a light kiss on your forehead. You leaned into her touch, closing your eyes briefly. 

*****

You all had arrived home far too late for Katie’s pleasure. It was nearing 3 am when you stumbled through the front door.

“Hey, careful there kid. Lets not have to go back to the hospital, alright?” Katie said, worry laced in her voice

“I am like sooo careful, ya don’t even know. Now where is the boi??? I am in need of cuddles” You retort back, head swiveling in search of cooper. 

Viv chuckled, as she grabbed your arm and pulled you into her side “God, she’s so high.”

“C’mon, we need to go to bed. Ya can sleep in my bed with cooper too.”

“Yayyyyy, now where is he??? And what about auntie Viv, where is she going to sleep?” you say, determined and confused.

Katie turned to Viv, “I actually did not think of that. We have practice tomorrow… Ya can sleep over obviously, I think Cait said something about spending the night at Stephs”

“Yea, that would be great. I can drive you both in tomorrow, you will have to talk to Jonas and the Physio. I can do that if it would make it easier.” Viv said while practically dragging you to Katie's bedroom.

“That would be great, I don’t know if I could talk about it again without breaking down. Would you mind taking us later, so everyone is on the pitch already, I don’t want the kid to be overwhelmed.”

“Yea, I will text Jonas now. I am in no shape to train tomorrow either, I am so tired.”

Viv helped you lay down in the middle of the bed, where you were now picking up cooper from where he was and placing him on your chest. Your quest of finding your furry friend now over. 

As Viv was sending a message to Jonas, Katie got into the bed and pulled the covers up. Cooper moving off y/n’s chest and onto her own. You however, were sad that cooper had left you so you moved to your side and cuddled into Katies side sighing contently as Katie wrapped an arm around you protectively. When Viv had turned around, she chuckled.

“May I join the cuddle pile?” 

“Of course, auntie Viv. Come on my other side, so that I am a sandwich!”

“What kind of sandwich?” Viv asked as she got into the bed, spooning you

“A love sandwich, silly” you said tiredly.

 “My bad, now go to bed kid, you have a long day tomorrow.” Viv said as she felt herself being claimed by the warmth of sleep. 

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Care [Miguel O'hara]

✿ - You assumed no one cared about you anymore after losing your universe, turns out, the person that did was right beside you.

✿ -Light Angst and comfort.

✿ - 1k words!

A/N: Heres my second fic for the day/night! It's a little thing I wrote a while ago but never go around finishing it, but now that I have a blog here ya go!

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I appreciate everything and everyone who comes across my works! Enjoy!

“I’m going to have to tell Alexander to keep her Universe under control!!”

You yell out as you swing through the city chasing after the Doc Oct that escaped from Earth-229. 

You are one of the many SpiderWomen that are a part of the Spider Society. You’ve been a part of the society since it’s beginning, being a close friend of Miguel’s.

You had him to think for you being here.

Speaking of which, You zip past him, determined to get the Doc Oc and return them back to their universe. You were alongside Miguel when you noticed something being hurdled in his direction.

Without a second thought, you swung up and shoved him out of the way, taking the brunt of the hit and was sent flying, last thing you saw was Miguel’s concerned face and him shouting your name.

Before you knew of anomalies or anything strange like that, you were just your friendly neighborhood spiderman, going about your days spending time with your family, fighting crime and enjoying life. That was until one day..

It was all just suddenly ripped away.

You can remember it like it was yesterday, you were fighting this Green Goblin that looked a little weird, like he didn't belong in your city. Then boom, your universe started looking like a glitched out computer screen, you remember the screaming, the crying as your universe evaporated around you.

Last thing you remembered was Miguel running with you in his arms, he was cursing in spanish to himself as he opened a portal and brought you back to the Spider society HQ.

And just like that, you were alone.

It changed you. 

You weren’t the same person anymore. After seeing your universe collapse in front of you, it was like a slap to your face. All your friends, family and things were all gone and you were forced to start all over.

You had Miguel by your side, who explained that it wasn’t your fault, that everything that happened to you was a canon event, that it was something that was going to happen, that you couldn’t have done anything to stop it.

That didn’t stop you from crying nonstop, some nights were better than others. But as you stayed with Miguel, you would wake up with vivid nightmares, seeing the images of your friends evaporating in front of your eyes.

It was hard, and Miguel was there, but you knew you couldn’t depend on him always.

You felt like a burden whenever you woke him up in the middle of the night after having a bad dream, following him around because you didn’t really know anyone else in the spider society and you were afraid of making new friends in fear of losing them again.

It causes you to get in your own head. You started to doubt yourself. 

You started thinking of yourself as a problem, you felt like an outsider as you couldn’t go home like everyone else. You thought everyone was annoyed by you being around 24/7. You would feel awful whenever you would go to Miguel in his office when he was busy or stressed from a mission gone wrong. 

He would yell at you, tell you to get out and find somewhere else to go, but then immediately took it back when he saw the hurt look on your face. 

You often get reckless on missions, risking your life for others who had places to return to when the day was over. And that tended to get you scolded by Miguel.

But did you care? Not really.

You saw it as trading your life for someone who deserved to live on, you saw yourself as a burden and you saw what you did as good.

But apparently someone didn’t appreciate it, and he would make it very clear.

“Y/N”

You didn’t have time to react before you were slammed into a building by a large piece of debris, you felt yourself go through several walls before landing on your back and falling forward, landing with a thud.

You groaned as you tried to move but your back felt awful. Your vision was blurry as you made out a figure coming into the hole that you were knocked through and running up to you.

“Dios, por favor déjala estar bien…por favor..”

It was Miguel and you heard his footsteps land near you and you felt him pick you up and cradle you in his arms. 

“Idiot..what did i tell you about doing foolish stunts like that!?” He yelled as he held you, assessing your injuries. Your spider suit was torn in several places and he could see a deep gash on your back. He curses as he opened a portal and walked through with you in it. 

The two of you entered the apartment that you shared together and he placed you down on the bed, not caring that your blood was getting on his sheets. You watched as he moved around and you were about to speak but was cut off.

“Migu-”

“¡Callarse la boca! (Shut Up!) Why do you still do this!?” He yelled as he prepared bandages and medicine for you. His back was turned to you as he was yelling and you frowned.

“Do what?..”

“No juegues estúpido. (Don’t play stupid) You know what I mean. Why do you continue to risk your life out there like you have nothing to go home to.”

You look at him as you slowly sit up, being careful not to make your injury even worse. You avert your gaze as you feel him turn around to look at you.

“You know why Miguel..everyone else has something to live for..a home..I don’t have one.” You answer softly. You then jump as in a blink of an eye he grabs your shoulders, being mindful of your injuries but still gripping tightly.

“¡Cállate!(Be Quiet!), Do you not understand how much that hurts me when you say that?! I am your home! You have me! Am I not enough for you!?”

His words hit deep and you stare blankly at him before you feel tears well up in your eyes before they eventually spill over. Your quiet cries evolve into sobs as he gently pulls you into his chest, allowing you to cry.

He cant rub your back due to your injury, but he reaches up to pet your head as you cry. He soothes your cries, rocking slightly.

“I’m here for you, Y/n..don’t you ever forget that, you’re never alone. Not anymore.” He says gently as he maneuvers so he is sitting on the bed and you’re in his lap. He cradles you gentle as he looks down at you.

In his arms, you realized that you weren’t alone.

And you definitely have someone who cares.

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART FIVE)

one — two — three — four — five

notes: i apologize, this one kinda sucks because i work all day so i made this at work! <3

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hello fellow devils hockey sufferers! today our dear boys in red (and white) played against the NY Islanders. they didn’t do good.

to start us off, i have a couple super sexy warmup pics of my uber sweet and very in need of a haircut boyfriend, rowdy! that girl behind him is so me every time i see him 🤩

to follow that, the first penalty of the game tonight was awarded to said boyfriend! oh how i love a bad boy 🤭 he sat behind the stanchion and later admitted it was to hide from my camera, but jokes on him, i got a pic anyways!

next slide, we have captain swiss with his tongue out. I LOVE THAT SLUT!

up next, we have haulaback girl with the ONLY devils goal of the night! (i told you we suffered) so happy for my uncle haula (we are not related in any form)

and lastly, we have my wonderful marino (and the diamonds), making the facial expression that sums up how i was feeling the entire night!

we inevitably lost, 5-1, to the island dwellers. better luck thursday boys!

tagged jackhughes, nicohischier, ehaula and john.marino97

ehaula thank you niece! (we are not related in any form)

y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome! i appreciate you keeping us from getting shutout!

john.marino97 why that picture? seriously WHY?

y/ndevils00 why NOT?

john.marino97 when i get a penalty, i get sprayed with water or smacked with a newspaper, but when hughesy gets a penalty, you make out with him for about half of intermission?

y/ndevils00 i support jack’s rights. but more importantly, i support jack’s wrongs.

jackhughes it’s true, she loves when i do bad things

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes once again, not putting your dishes in the dishwasher is not “bad” and i do not love it. it’s annoying.

jackhughes you said you loved my hair

y/ndevils00 i lied.

jackhughes wow, this betrayal runs deep. idk how i’ll ever recover from this stab in the back

y/ndevils00 i think you’ll be fine later 👀

trevorzegras gross

nicohischier did you just call me a slut?

y/ndevils00 yes. i can change it though; slut, whore, whatever you’d prefer to be called.

nicohischier is my name an option?

y/ndevils00 no, sorry, there’s been a unanimous vote to eliminate that option

nicohischier what?! who voted?

y/ndevils00 me.

user3 i love that at least half the pics are usually always jack 😭

user57 she feeds us so well 😩🫶

dawson1417 i didn’t make the post?!

y/ndevils00 you didn’t do anything of note. do better.

jamie.drysdale i don’t go here, but i look forward to these posts

y/ndevils00 aww jameson! you’re so sweet 🤭 come visit me soon!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras I GOT A Y/N NICKNAME BEFORE YOU! IN YOUR FACE Z!

jamie.drysdale and of course! i’ll try and make it out to jersey asap!

y/ndevils00 oh, trevor has a nickname!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 i do?! you’ve never called me it! what is it?!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras what are you talking about? i call you it all the time, satan’s favorite child!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes is it too late for me to take back my advice about telling her about your feelings? she’s mean

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras why can’t you two just get along?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you love me, i bake you lemon cake in the summer! if jack were to break up with me, you’ll never have that again

trevorzegras @/jackhughes ya know what? on second thought, she can stay

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i wanted to say how much i adore killswitch like its honestly my favorite wir fic and the dynamic between kcb and vanellope is so good and the interactions between everyone and just AAAAHHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOUR FIC!!!!!! THE HUMOR AND THE CHARACTERS AND JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS AWESOME KEEP IT UP!!!!!!!

SCREAMING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP AAAAAAAAAAA

THAT IS SO FREAKING NICE, THANK YOU!!!! 😭😭😭 You guys and your ENDLESSLY positive, encouraging vibes are, like, a GODSEND tbh, I hope you know how much I appreciate you for the support!!!!! Sadly I think chapter 4 is going to take me even longer than chapter 3 AAUUGGHHGGAAAFGHGFJVGJGHJ but I will get this thing done eventually!!!! In the meantime, here ya go, have a short Ch. 4 scene that I like as a "thank you for the vibes" since it's gonna take me a while to finish the next update lmfao:

“But were ya having fun?” Vanellope asked, hopping along the floating gummies. “C’moooon, admit it, you were having a little fun, right?” The Cy-bug was quiet for a moment, thinking it over, before eventually asking, “If I said yes, would you stop being so ridiculously annoying?” She grinned an irritatingly smug grin at him. “I make no promises!”  “In that case, no comment.” “Booooo! Lame!” She blew a raspberry his way. “Don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud, ya geeze–” Her teasing was cut short when a dollop of taffy got flung at her head, the impact almost making her fall directly into the swamp before she managed to catch her balance. “Aww man, you know that stuff’s a pain to get out!” Vanellope complained, rubbing whatever gunk she could off of her hood.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In Abstract 2

A sequel no one asked for. First Series: Portrait of a Dangerous Man

Warnings: noncon/rape, some violence, blood, alluded murder (for now?), grief, confusing, criminal allusions, some untagged extreme events.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You adjust to life with Clark, thought the past won’t seem to let you go.

Character: mob!Clark Kent

Note: Thank you all for your support on the first chapter.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :) I appreciate your comments and enthusiasm! Reblogs help and are like candy, so please, feed me.

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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A mosaic of red, amber, and yellow reflects against the wall. The glass shade of the lamp glows low in the airy space, giving enough light to see yourself in the mirror, but leaves the room behind you in gloom. You place an earring on the pillow of your jewelry box, then the other.

You reach to unclasp the ehavy diamond necklace, the noose that signals your ultimate fate. The glint of the gems refracts in your reflection and stings your vision. You freeze and stare at the shell you've become. A mannequin dressed to his delight.

"Leave it," Clark demands from the doorway.

You slowly lower your hands to the edge of the vanity and say nothing. How long has he been watching? The same question you've asked over and over. The rotting guilt of how long it took you to realise the true intentions of this man. Maybe if you saw it sooner…

Maybes do nothing for the present certainty.

You stand between the velvet stool and the desk. As you do, Clark crosses the room and comes up behind you. He holds you in place, he large hands on your shoulders. You avoid his gaze in the mirror.

He hooks his fingers in the satin straps of your dress and follows them down. He feels along the top to the zipper and tugs it down with a single swipe. You brace the table to keep still against his force.

He guides the sleek sheath down your figure and unveils the black lacy ensemble beneath. You've obeyed him and for that he might have mercy. He lets out a hum a your dress heaps at your feet. He reaches around you to cup the lacy bra that does little to conceal you chest.

He leans into you, breathing you in as his hands trails down along your stomach. He purrs as he steps over the stool and perches on it. He has you crowded against the desk.

He retracts his hands as you try not to topple in the tight space. His zippers slices through the silence and he groans. You watch yourself, you see the shame in the hollow depths of your eyes, the defeat in the slant of your shoulders.

He traces the thin straps of the high-cut panties and trails down the scallop of the hem. He shoves his fingers down below your ass and feels along your folds. He wiggles them until your stand wider.

You bend slightly forward, gripping the vanity desk for balance. He teases you, toys with you as you see the subtle movement if his other arm past your reflection. You lower your chin and hide in the storm of your body's betrayal.

He urges you back. You fold to his will, as you always have. Your vision blurs and you're back in that moment. The smell of gunpowder and blood, the last gurgling breaths of the man you spend years with. 

Clark paws at you, pushing aside the lace as he angles you over him. He sits you in his lap slowly, inching into you until you quiver with fullness. You grasp his thigh as he opens you up to the mirror, the sight of him sinking deeper drawing your gaze. You turn your head, ashamed of how the scene intoxicates you.

You loathe this man to the core but he consumes you. Without your permission, he steals the pleasure once reserved only for a man you loved. A man you believed loved you, too.

Your head drops down but he catches your chin and forces it back up. He growls as he nuzzles behind your ear, "watch."

Your eyes snap wide and you see yourself. Weak and defeated in his lap. You feel perilous atop him as he keeps your bodies balanced on the narrow velvet bench. He rocks your hips as his eyes descend to the joining of your lust, the ways your unbidden desire glistens on his thick length.

He bows his head, his fingers finding your tender bud as he tilts you against him. Deliberate long strokes as he moves you to his whim. He kisses your neck, wetting the skin with his tongue before biting into it. You squeal as he snarls, moving you faster, deeper, as he stirs fire in your core.

You moan as your head lolls in his grip. You can't look away. You watch your desecration, feel it eating you from inside out. Your futility dissipates into the ecstast of his fiddling fingers and you twitch as you cum in surrender.

You pant wildly as he drags his hand up your stomach. He curls his fingers, digging his nails into your flesh. He scratches you, tearing at your flesh as he uses you. He moves out faster, and faster, until your dizzy and dumb.

He stands suddenly, jolting you against the desk. Your face hits the glass, your reflection blurred in the mirror. You slap your hand beside you, gripping the frame as he ruts into you without pause. He covers your hand with his, nipping you again, leaving tender spots down your shoulder. 

The feet of the vanity scrape and grind, the contents bouncing atop it, pearls spilling, the diamonds across your collar swinging as you cling on. You shudder and whine as he buries himself over and over, as deep as he can, until the pleasure is tamped out by the pain. 

He spreads his hand across your forehead, forcing your face up as his other hooks around your necklace. He rams against you until your toes slide on the floor, until our bracing onto the wood desperately. Until you're sure you could shatter into pieces.

This is what you wanted, right? The money, the life of an artist, free to sit in a room an paint, only for the cost of your soul.

🎨

Blackness. Silky and swirling. Deep and dull. Reaching for you, pulling you down, swathing you unbreakable bounds. 

BANG!

You wake to the dark room. The gunshot echoes in your ears. So real you swear it must have been. Yet the sonorous house is quiet and the man beside you undisturbed.

You stare up at the ceiling, then trail your gaze down the pointed post of the bed. Clark's warmth clouds around you, his arm draped around your middle. Even asleep, he must keep you in his thrall.

The blankets swoop over his hip, leaving his torso and a single leg naked. You turn your head to stare at the pits of his sockets, the way the darkness gathers in the angles of his face, a wraith at rest. You feel his breath like a desert storm as it escapes him in long blustery snores.

You're still for some time. Just until your heart calms, until Marcus' pleas fade away. You touch his forearm, feeling the bulging veins, and shift it slowly away. You sit up and replace yourself with a pillow.

Carefully, you crawl down to the foot of the bed. You dip a leg down, then the other, bringing your soles flat onto the rug. You sift through the night like wandering soul, sweeping the robe from its hook as you flee to the door. 

You coax the hinges so they don't groan. You leave the clasp uncaught and begin down the hallway. The eerie silence beckons to you.

You go into the room-made-studio. The large easel towers in the shadows, the windows gleaming as the curtains hang at the borders, the snow feeding the moonlight. 

Canvases line the wall, half-finished dreams and torn nightmares. You go to the drawing table and take the sketchbook from atop it. You snatch a pencil from the bunch and look around.

The room changes. The easel overturns and the air laces with nickel and smoke. A deep voice rolls through the lull and tears salt your eyes.

You pull the chain on the lamp and sit in its glow, legs crossed on the cold floor. The pencil moves to record the still life of your memory. The lead turns dull as you scribble, shade, and smudge, until finally it snaps. 

You bat away the gloss of your grief and look at the page. Marcus' chest gapes as his life pools beneath him, stained across your front as you hold the gun, a faceless figure behind you, holding you by a noose. Clark is little more than a humanoid cluster of zig zags and loops. A scribbled beast taunting his prey. 

You drop the pencil and flip to the page before. It’s the same. Almost. In every sketch there’s something slightly out of place. Sometimes it’s not a gun by a knife. Other times, it’s you in the chair, bleeding out, but you’re still holding the gun. You keep turning until you reach the cover and snap the book shut altogether.

Clark stole more than an apartment, a boyfriend, and a life. He stole your art. He extracted your very essence and set it to curdle.

🎨

You add a layer of foam to your mother’s cup before presenting her with your novice attempt at a latte. The overpriced machine is no good in your hands but for a simple medium roast or at best an americano. Can’t mess up espresso and water that much.

She smiles but it doesn’t go further than her lips. She’s unimpressed. It’s out of character given that every inch of the house has thus far astounded her. In a grim way, her enthusiasm echoes Marcus. The way he marveled at the elaborate mansion and fatefully, aspired to it.

“Fancy machine,” she comments as she slides her mug closer, examining the top.

“Yup,” you mutter.

“You’ve got it all, sweetheart, why so glum?”

You want to roll your eyes. It’s a coffee machine. It’s all just things. A necklace, a ring, a house. There is no life in it, no spirit, they are just items without meaning, some don’t even have a purpose. Vases without flowers and candlesticks without flames.

“I’m tired,” you say. It’s not a lie, you’re damn exhausted. You can’t remember the last night you slept without waking to the screams of your ex reverberating in your ears. “How are you doing, jetlag hitting you?”

“Not really, it’s an hour difference, hun,” she takes a sip and makes a face, “oh, bitter.”

She gives you a long look as if she isn’t just commenting on the drink. You reach for her mug as she sets it down and you carry it to the sink to dump it out.

“You’ll have to try. I can’t seem to work it,” you admit defeat.

“Oh, dear, you know I’m just very particular about my coffee,” she comes around, approaching the machine. “It’s all about the balance.”

She opens the top and empties the grounds. You stand back and lean on the counter. You sense the air shift and from the corner of your sight, you see Clark enter. You try not to show your discomfort.

“Smells like coffee,” he hums.

“Ah, well, hate to disappoint, it’s not done yet,” your mother tosses over her shoulder, “what do you take? Mocha? Latte?”

“Dark roast is fine,” he affirms as he nears and sets his hand on your shoulder. He leans in to kiss your cheek, his fingers playing with the high collar of your turtleneck, alluding to what you’re hiding beneath. He trails his hand down your arm and takes your hand, raising it only to stop short. “Where’s your ring?”

“Oh, uh, I… put it back in the box. I didn’t want to lose it–”

“In the box,” your mother says, “you should wear it proudly.”

“Um, yeah, I just thought… we’re not going anywhere.”

Clark clicks his tongue and lets you go. He inhales deeply and tucks his hands in his pockets, “does that matter? If we’re going anywhere? It’s not about showing off.”

“He’s right,” your mother agrees.

You hold back a sigh. “I didn’t mean…”

“She’s always been a bit forgetful,” your mother intones, “ah, if I found such a dashing guy, you know I’d wear a ring like that to bed even.”

“I’ll go get it,” you say.

Clark stares at you, gaze boring into you as his nostrils flare. Your mother continues to finagle the machine as you sidle away. He mouths to you, ‘hurry up’.

You bow your head and scurry out. As you reach the door, you peek back at your mother. Clark turns to watch her. There’s something sinister about how he keeps one hand on his belt, as if he’s hiding something there. You don’t hesitate any longer.

You’re almost in a full run by the time you reach the stairs. You puff up onto the landing and down the hall. You go to the vanity, still askew from the night before. You find the velvet box and wiggle the ring free.

You stop and turn it between your fingers. It feels heavier than it should. As you slide it on, it’s like a vice around you, locking you in this place forever. You shudder and you glance at yourself in the mirror.

There she is, the woman he wants. She’s not you, she just wears your face, she was born from your fear. You drop your hands and push your shoulders straight, marching out as if to the executioner.

As you reach the first floor, you hear your mother trilling. You enter the kitchen to the sight of her presenting Clark with a mug. He peers inside and gives a half-smirk.

“I was a barista in college,” she boasts, “not like my little Tweety,” she winks at you as you enter, “she worked at a pizza joint. Oh, you should’ve seen her. All that grease made her so pimply! She smelled like pepperoni.”

“Ha,” you force a laugh, “yeah, not my finest era.”

“Oh, but look at her now,” she preens, “so elegant. She’s caught herself a gentleman.”

Clark gives a bashful chuckle. She touches his arm, her thumb rubbing his sleeve.

“Take care of her for me,” she says, the allusion to the dead bites you, “better than the last one.”

“Always,” Clark turns his head to face you, “all I ever wanted was to prize her. To treat her well. Better than anyone could.”

[vampire-matcha]

Blood in the Wine-3

Chapter Three: Nightcap

A/N: It's finally here! Thank yall, for being patient, I appreciate all the support of the last two chapters. Shoutout to @asterionex for being a baller. As always, ask box is open xoxo

Reader x Vampire!141

Word count: 2.9k (a little shorter, sorry)

Warnings: blood, biting, suggestive elements, vampirism, mild dubcon but nothing explicit. Soap being a jackass.

Songs for this chapter: West Coast Smoker by Fall Out Boy, actually pretty much the whole Folie a Deux album. Feel free to send song recs or let me know if yall'd want a playlist.

MASTERLIST, CH1, CH2, CH4, CH5, CH6, CH7

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You flinched as Soap strutted towards you, closing your eyes and mentally preparing for the sensation of his teeth sinking into you. But then… his footsteps kept going. He walked right past you and you opened your eyes to see him sitting down at the end of your bed.

"C'mere," he said, patting the spot next to him. "Let me take a look at your bites, see how you're healing up." You hesitated, still wary of a trap. "Listen, bonnie, I'm no' gonna bite you 'til I have your permission. Now come here and let me see." He seemed genuine enough. But then again, so had Kyle. You were skeptical, but you figured you didn't have much else to lose. So you walked over and sat next to him rigidly. He held a hand out. "Give me your arm." You reached across, slowly, cautiously to present your arm to him.

He took it ever so gently into his hands, fingers barely grazing over the marks that had faded even more since you'd woken up. He studied it with raised eyebrows.

"Wow, you're healing faster than most. Fucking miracle, that is." He lifted the arm up to his mouth and you jerked away, but he caught your wrist in a vice-like grip. "I already said I'm not gonna bite. Just gonna work some magic," he said with a wink and leaned down to close the gap. You watched as he lapped at your healing wound, slow and sensual, and pulled away with a kiss. "There, that's better."

You couldn't believe your eyes. The bite had healed completely. Maybe he really was magic. He leaned closer while you looked at your arm, baffled. He swept your hair away from your neck and looked at you, silently waiting for approval. You looked into his eyes- those beautiful ocean eyes- and nodded almost imperceptibly.

He grinned as he licked and kissed your neck, painting healing wet strokes across your skin. You were breathing heavily now. You couldn't deny the way his mouth felt against your skin.

"Heartrate's pickin' up," he whispered against your skin. He chuckled under his breath, the sound of it rippling down your spine. "Turn around, let me see your shoulder." His hands made their way to your waist to guide you to face him fully, and you molded to his movements like putty. He pulled the sleeve of your shirt up to see the mark Ghost had left on you, a shocked expression replacing the one of relaxation that had been there a moment before.

"Jesus Christ, Ghost really did a number on ya, eh? Look at that!" He was laughing. His hands brushed over the bruise in an almost fascinated way. You were rudely awakened to the fact that you were in the arms of a man who had tried to kill you only a few days before. You shot off the bed and out of his grasp, hands moving to cover yourself. You felt naked under his eyes even though you were fully clothed.

"Ah come on, lass, I was only joking. Sit back down." You didn't budge. "You wanna keep that big purple spot on your shoulder or not?" You hesitated. "Please, just sit back down. I don't want to have to make you, but I will if I have to," he threatened with a regretful look in his eye. The last thing you needed was to be lost in the fog of compulsion. You couldn't stand to lose control like that again. So, step by wobbly step, you sat down with Soap once more, presenting your discolored shoulder to him.

"There's my girl," he said grinning, once again wrapping his arms around your middle to pull you close to him.

"I'm not your girl," you protested. He scoffed.

"Then what, exactly, do you think you agreed to tonight? Hmm?" He stared deep into your eyes, and you swear you could feel them piercing into your soul. "You think we're just 'roommates' or something?" He kissed your cheek. "Friends who get to chow down on you from time to time?" He kissed your neck. "No, dearie." He kissed your collarbone. "You're ours." He lapped at your sore shoulder, all open-mouthed kisses and lithe tongue smoothing over your soft, abused flesh.

You choked back a moan at the feeling. It was so wrong to be enjoying this- the feeling of your captor's mouth on your body. But it was oh so soothing. You could already feel the soreness dissipating. He pulled back, admiring his handiwork with a grin of satisfaction. "It's not perfect, but then again, Ghost did getcha pretty good. It'll take time to heal properly." He surveyed the other bites. "The rest of you is perfect, though, I must say," he said with a wink, letting his eyes wander...

"Where was he tonight, anyway?" You asked. You still had yet to meet, or even catch a glimpse of the man who had basically mauled you.

"You didn't see him?" Soap responded. Your blood ran cold.

"What do you mean…?"

"He was there tonight, standin' in the corner like a bleedin' creep," he laughed at his own joke. You didn't laugh. "He's a spooky lad, ain't he?" He noticed how tense you were and wrapped a massive arm around you. "Ah, don't worry too much about it, you'll meet him eventually."

"That's what I'm afraid of…" you muttered. He paused, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Tell you what," he started. "You tell me whatever you want fer your room, and tomorrow I'll go out and get it. I'll go back to your flat and get whatever you need. I'll even get paint fer the walls if you like." His hand wandered, gently stroking your arm and coaxing you closer into him. "Just let me have a wee taste of that pretty little neck and we'll call it a night, aye?" He was so close now, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, hot breath sending goosebumps across your body in waves. Wait.

"You went in my apartment?" You asked. He tensed up next to you but didn't move.

"Maybe."

"You went through my underwear drawer," you mentioned lightly. You let out a breath that was almost a laugh. You turned to look at his face, so close you were sharing oxygen. The ghost of a smile crept up on you when you saw his guilty expression. Like a deer in headlights. His eyes were wide, a sheepish smile making its way across his lips.

You laughed. For the first time in days you laughed. Soap looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he laughed with you. And for the first time since this whole thing started, you felt at ease.

"You pervert!" You joked.

"Oi, I was just trying ta get you something to wear! Figured you didn't want to be wearing the same clothes forever." His arm tightened around you and he shook you gently. You slapped a hand against his chest and he caught it with his own.

The laughter between you two tampered out and you sat comfortably in his arms, his hand holding yours against his muscular chest. You stared up into his eyes and once again you felt like you could drown in them. A part of you wanted to. He looked at you like you were art in a museum. It was different from the way he looked at you the other night. The hunger was still there, yes, but there was an admiration in them now that wasn't there before.

"Christ, you are a beauty, aren't you," he murmured. He brought up his hand to stroke against your cheek. Your hand remained pressed to his chest. "Like a bloody angel sent from heaven just for us…" His lips were so close to yours now. "Please…" His nose nudged yours. You were taken back to that night. It seemed so familiar and yet so different. There was no malice. Soap was tender with you. You found yourself nodding your head on your own this time.

The arm he'd had wrapped around you pulled onto his lap, your calves on either side of his enormous thighs. His mouth was now pressing feathery kisses along your neck. You sighed at the feeling and relaxed into his hold. There was something about his mouth that just made your head spin. His mouth reached your collarbone and he stopped. What was he waiting for?

"Gonna bite you now, alright?" He asked. You answered by sliding your fingers into the strip of hair that lined the center of his head. You felt him shudder beneath you, and then his teeth sunk into the hollow point right behind your clavicle. Your eyes rolled back on instinct.

God, it felt so different when you had a clear mind. Your body felt hot, tingling rushing down to your toes, your fingers twitching in his hair and tightening into a fist. He grunted at the feeling. His breathing picked up as the taste of you overwhelmed his senses. You were at his will and mercy in this moment, but if his words tonight were true- and you had no reason so far to believe otherwise- then you knew you could trust him. After all, Soap wasn't the one who had lied to you.

The hand that held your face so gingerly moved downward, fingers pressing into your pulse point. You gathered that he was monitoring your heart rate, making sure he didn't take too much from you.

Just as you were beginning to feel that telltale dizziness, he pulled himself off of you with a wet smack of his lips, closely followed by that magnificent tongue of his. He pulled back to catch his breath, muttering astonished curses under his breath. You could feel his eyes on you.

"You alright hen?" He asked. You didn't respond right away, head a little fuzzy from the feeling he'd given you. "Hey," he shook you. "Are you alright?" He sounded a bit more worried this time. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his staring up at you. You both stared at one another for a moment, both heavy-lidded and comfortable. He brought his forehead to rest on yours.

"Don't know what the hell you're made of, but you sure are somethin' else," he remarked. You were floating on cloud nine. You felt your world shift as his strong arms lowered you onto your back on the bed. You looked up at him with tired eyes. You weren't about to pass out, not like last time, but you were feeling significantly more lethargic.

Soap laid on his side next to you. He brushed your hair away from your face and threaded his fingers in your hair, just as you had done moments before. His fingers expertly massaged your scalp, lulling you even further towards sleep.

"Now," he started, "why don't you tell me what you need?" Your eyes widened at that. "Oh, no no! Not like that!" He corrected himself quickly. "I meant what we talked about earlier. For your room.

"This is your home now, for better or worse, so it should feel like it. At least a little bit. So tell me whatever you want, we'll get it for you. Television, new sofa, a damned diamond necklace- name it, it's yours."

You pondered his question for a moment. You weren't sure what they could do for you at this point. In this moment you felt safe lying in Soaps protective arms, but you knew as soon as he left you, that creeping feeling would come back again. This wasn't your home. You didn't know how it ever could be.

Soap could sense you retreating into yourself. He jostled your head ever so slightly.

"Hey, you still with me?" he checked.

"Yeah, yeah just… thinking…" you trailed off again. You thought back through the day. What did you need…? Then you thought of something. "A shower head," you offered. "Baths are nice and all, but I'd like to be able to take a shower, too. Just to have the option to." He nodded.

"Done. Anything else?"

"The rest of my clothes would be nice, too. And yeah, maybe a T.V.," you responded, "something with Netflix or something." He made a mental note of your requests.

"I can get you the T.V., but I can't guarantee internet."

"Why not?" You wondered.

"Same reason we can't give your phone back." Oh.

Because you'd call for help.

You were suddenly reminded of the grave situation you were in. You were being held captive here. They weren't just going to let you go that easily. These men were smart, you weren't going to catch them slipping up over something like internet access. If you wanted out you'd have to plan very carefully. But how… Soap's voice pulled you from your thoughts once again.

"If you want, we can get DVDs of whatever movies you want. Twilight, Nosferatu…" he trailed off with a laugh again. You couldn't help but join him. As your laughter settled down again, Soap sighed.

"You should get some sleep, bonnie. You'll need it," he spoke as he withdrew his arms from your body. He stood and tugged the comforter from under the weight of your body with ease and placed it over your body. You passively wondered if it was Soap that had tucked you into this bed the first time around.

"You'll have tomorrow to recover and get your strength back. When you wake up, I'll give you a proper tour of the house, and we'll get you something to eat then." Then he paused for a moment. "Wait, when was the last time you ate…?" He wondered out loud. Then his face went blank in a moment of realization. "Oh, shit! I'll be back!"

And before you could say another word, he was out the door. You heard the sound of the lock turning. How had you only just now realized how hungry you were? You supposed it must've been the anxiety of the day's events that had kept your stomach in knots. You'd been so concerned about becoming a meal that you hadn't even thought of having one for yourself!

But as you waited for Soap to return, presumably with food, you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. And then they were closed. And then you were asleep. And then a gentle hand at your shoulder was waking you up. You opened your eyes to see Soap standing over you, holding a dinner tray in his hands.

“Sit up,” he said. You did as he said, rubbing your eyes. “Sorry, this was all I could find, we’re not used to having human… guests over.” He stumbled over the last part. Both of you knew you weren’t a guest here. Guests had the freedom to leave. He set the tray on your lap for you. On the tray sat a lump of aged cheese and a handful of crackers. You didn't want to know how old they were, but you could tell just from looking that they were stale as rocks.

You brought one of the crackers to your mouth and nearly chipped a tooth. Both of you winced. You dropped it back down on the plate with a clatter and moved to the cheese. Thankfully it was edible. You choked it down and handed the tray back to Soap.

"I'm sorry, it's all we had-"

"It's fine," you snapped. It seemed that eating had only made the pit in your stomach deeper. You were hungry. You were tired. You were scared. And Soap was honestly just pissing you off.

"Well, someone's hangry…" he muttered to himself.

"Just get out," you commanded. Honestly you don't know what had gotten into you earlier. Why were you being so friendly with him? Maybe your head hadn't been as clear as you had thought.

"Excuse me?" Soap interjected. He dropped the tray on the nightstand beside you rather roughly and loomed over you. You were in awe of the size of him, acutely aware of the fact that he could snap you in half without breaking a sweat. He'd been so gentle tonight, you had all but forgotten how terrifying he'd been the night you'd met.

"You should remember who you're talking to, sweetheart," he growled, voice close to animalistic. "I go through the trouble to find human food for you and you just-" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. He opened his eyes to see yours watering.

"No, no, don't do that, pretty girl," he cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, reaching to dry your tears, but you jerked away. Your wide, teary eyes watched as he didn't back down, instead holding your face with an impossibly strong hand. "Don't cry." You felt the knot in your chest dissipate. His thumbs wiped away your years. "There we go, bonnie. That's it. Smile for me." And so you smiled. "There's a good pet." He chuckled, and you felt your own laughter bubble up again. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his. "Now lie back down," You did. "And go to sleep." And you slept.

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[1-upboys]

A quick update on my medical thing...

I want to give you guys a quick update regarding my emergency commissions.

First of all, I really want to thank you guys so much for always being interested in my art - I appreciate your support, I appreciate every single donation, every single sharing of my current commissions and every single nice word I'm receiving from you guys. It's been tough times and I cannot thank you enough. Really.

Since I really wanted to work on my mental health and actually go through some medical procedures that sadly aren't being paid by the state, I've worked a lot on collecting some money through cheap commissions to undergo it as well as inform myself on those procedures in the first place. ( I won't go into details on what I wanted to do, cause it's private - some people know and those who know, I ask you to please keep it to yourselves.)

Coming straight to the point now: I have been to Vienna last weekend and went to 3 separate, non-dependent clinics that offer these treatments. 

Two of them were absolute rubbish, they were unprofessional, therefore not trustworthy, and I felt very uncomfortable. After these two appointments I've already doubted a lot of those things. The first one even told me it would  be a waste of money if I didn't want to take any pills accompanying the treatment (which was an absolute no-go for me and a border I didn't want to cross). So my brain has already been thinking of.... just leaving it be.

The third appointment was absolutely great. The first time, a real doctor who really knew what he was talking about, talked to me. And he was trustworthy, he was honest, he was absolutely lovely and great. He also was absolutely transparent, even with the price and all (11,500 bucks… PFFFFF) But I have already decided, long before I even went to Vienna, that I don’t need it. 

The problem lies deeper than that. I learned a lot about myself in these two days in Vienna. And I learned that this is going to be the start of an era where I will obtain self love and only self love! Because that is the problem I am struggling with a lot. The lack of respect I have for myself. And this procedure won’t make it better.

The money I have collected for this treatment is now, without a doubt, useless when it comes to the treatment I was hoping to get. And the more I think about not doing it and not undergo surgery, the better and relieved I feel. 

But

The money won't be useless when it comes to my job situation - as you guys maybe know, I will most likely lose my job and the money I have collected by drawing countless commissions now will come in handy for that near future where I will maybe have to look for a new job and maybe build up my own business.

So I’m thankful for every tiny little commission you still want to buy off of me and, as I already said above, I’m so thankful for your support and for every tiny donation. You guys are great.

I wanted to be honest with you, I don’t want you to keep donating or paying commissions for a lost cause (the medical one) because that wouldn’t be the right thing to do. Not at all. I wanted to let you know that the cause kind of changed now.

And that I will still offer cheap commissions until the end of 2024 before I go back to my regular prices! 

2025 is going to be a year in which I will work on my confidence and self love. It’s gonna be tough, but nothing I won’t be able to handle.

Again, thank you so much for being the best community an artist wishes for. 

Love ya all!

-- Lu

[bradtomlovesya]

Goodbye

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You only have a couple minutes left and you still have to say goodbye.

Warnings: ANGST! (in capital letters). Mentions of death, mentions of blood, injuries.

w/c: 2.1k +

A/N: This is the most harmful shit I have ever written so read under your own risk. I went to sleep at 3 am for this. I was literally sobbing. I hope you like it and likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciate it. Love ya.

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You should have listened to Peter when he told you not to go on that road trip alone. You didn't want to put it off. A member of your family was going through a difficult situation and you had to be there for support. Your home was 3 states away from where you lived with Peter so it would be a long road trip, you hated planes so you went by car.

It's too late now to regret it.

"I don't like the idea of you going alone. Let me come with you." Begs your boyfriend as you pack your suitcase in the car.

"You know you can't, you have a thesis to present and I can't keep putting it off. My family needs me, Peter."

"I know they need you. I'm not telling you not to go but please take me with you." He takes your hand.

"I'll be fine." You kiss his lips and get into the car.

The smell of blood now flooded your nostrils and your ears endured a ringing that seemed to have no end.

Breathing burned. Your lungs begged for oxygen but it felt like a burn every time you gave it to them.

You had no reason for time or space. You had no idea why everything looked so blurry. Maybe it's a dream, one of those many bad dreams you've had.

There is a face in front of you. A young man with a bloody forehead and nose. You want to ask him if he's okay but you're too stunned to utter a word.

You know he's saying something by the way his lips are moving but you can't hear it, yet.

Your brow is furrowed. You try to bring yourself back to the here and now. ~Concentrate, y/n.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry." You manage to finally hear what the young man says and pick up his phone to call an ambulance. You don't look at all well. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?" He tries to get your attention.

"I can't move," you mumble. The more you regain consciousness, the more you notice the terrible pain in your head and in your stomach. Right in your right side.

"Yes, yes she's conscious but she's on the tarmac. It's very dark, I can't see anything." The stranger sobs next to you. "You have to come now, please." He mumbles an address you can't make out and focuses his gaze on you. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He moves his free hand towards you but regrets it just before he touches you.

"Hey, take it easy." You try to stay calm for both of us. "What's your name?"

"Tyler" he replies wiping his nose and puts the phone aside as soon as the call cuts off.

"Tyler, it's y/n." You make a great effort to speak. Only one of you can move and that's not you so you do your best to calm him down.

"Are the paramedics coming?" You look him in the eye and feel your side twinge.

"The call went dead." He explains. "The girl on the phone said to stay calm."

"Did you give them our location?" you ask hopefully.

"Yes, I did. They said they would send someone as soon as possible but the call was cut off."

You close your eyes for a moment trying to let the pain subside but it only gets worse. "Try calling them again and stay with whoever answers the phone while they arrive."

Tyler nods and after a few tries manages to connect the call. The girl behind the phone asks him to describe what he sees and that's when you get an idea of how bad it is.

The front window of your car is broken. You were thrown out because of a seatbelt failure. Your leg looks broken, according to Tyler, and worst of all, there's a pool of blood coming out of your right side. That explains the stinging you feel.

"That's not good, is it?" You ask trying to hope. The paramedics will arrive and everything will be fine.

"The girl says to put my hands on your wound and keep them there until the paramedics arrive." Tyler moves his hands and asks permission before placing them on your wound making you cry out in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over.

"It's okay," you try to control your breathing and feel your eyes roll back in your head.

The girl on the other end of the phone, now in a loud voice, asks Tyler not to stop talking to you and he does. You must stay conscious.

You respond a few times to his nervous attempt at conversation, tell him about your life and try to focus on something beyond the pain.

Minutes pass. Many minutes. Forty minutes, to be exact, and still no sign of help.

Your body feels weak and keeping your eyes open becomes increasingly difficult. That's when you remember how far you were from the nearest town or city when you had the accident and reality hits you in the face.

"Tyler?" You put your hands on top of his looking for some warmth. You're cold. it's cold.

"Yes?" he replies almost immediately.

"What does the ambulance girl say?" You ask.

"That we should wait a little longer. Help is on its way," he says with feigned assurance. He tries to convince himself that the paramedics will arrive on time.

"I need your help with something." Tyler nods for you to continue. "Please look for my phone in my car and call Peter. He's my boyfriend."  You ask. Now you understand you're on borrowed time.

"No, the girl said my hands are the only thing that stops the bleeding long enough for help to arrive. I'm not moving." He denies.

"Please." You beg, feeling an immense urge to cry but you're too weak to do so. "We're in the middle of nowhere and, look at me, I don't have much time left."

"No, please. They're going to come and you're going to be fine." he cries again inconsolably. He knows you're right.

"Tyler, please," you plead with every ounce of strength you have left. "I don't want to leave without saying goodbye."

The young man hesitates, not wanting to take his hands away and then regret it. But he feels so guilty about the accident that he agrees and reaches for your phone.

One ring, two rings, on the third ring, Peter answers the call. Tyler puts the speakerphone on and puts his hands back on your side.

"Love, are you coming back? Did you stop for lunch?" Peter asks through the speaker.

"Peter..." you smile sadly at the sound of his voice and feel tears well up in your eyes.

"Is everything alright? You don't sound so good." The concern in his voice is noticeable.

"Peter, I had an accident on the way home. You get straight to the point, you have no time to waste. "It doesn't look very-" you cut off your coughing breath and the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth. "It doesn't look good for me."

"Wh-what?" you hear her breathing hitch. "Where are you? I'll come right away. Tell me where you are," he asks.

"I'm far away, Pete," you murmur and close your eyes to rest for a moment, just a moment. "I don't have much time left."

"What about the paramedics? Are you alone? I'll call 911," you hear the keys on the phone in your shared flat click and you open your eyes again.

"I'm with Tyler, he was in the accident with me and he's looking after me" you smile weakly at him. "But we're so far away from everything, love. I don't want to waste my last minutes talking about how far away the paramedics are." You plead.

"Don't say that, please. You're going to be fine" He reasons as fast as he can. He's still processing the information.

"I love you, Peter Parker. I love you with every fiber in my body." You struggle to hold on a little longer. Just a few more minutes, please.

Peter walks out into the street and gets into a taxi.

"I'll track your phone. I'm going to find you. You're not going to die, okay?" You hear his voice crack.

"Remember that summer at the beach when we saw that family playing ball?" You change the subject.

"Y/n..." tries to stop you from speaking but you continue.

"You said you wanted a family as happy as that." You smile at the memory. "A wedding, two or three kids, a little house in the suburbs, a job from home so you could spend time with the kids, and a Golden Retriever for a pet." You feel tears running down your cheeks. "I would have loved to have been able to give you all that, it was my dream too."

"We will. We will, just-" he takes a big breath of air so you he doesn't collapse in the taxi. "Hang in there."

Peter would have preferred to swing but there are no buildings outside the city and he would have had to hang up the call. He wasn't going to hang it up for the world.

"I'm sorry I argued with you about that new TV. I love our movie Fridays." You admit. "It wasn't an unnecessary expense."

"I know. I bought it for you," he sobs. This can't be the end.

"Little May and little Ben would have loved movie Fridays too. Especially since their dad would have made the richest and weirdest popcorn combinations." You laugh before coughing again and spitting up blood.

"May and Ben are the best names" he laughs sadly. "Y/n please, I can't lose you too. You're all I have left" you hear him crying on the other end of the phone. It's clear he's not trying to control himself anymore.

"I'll love you even when I'm gone" you whisper and leave your eyes closed for a longer period of time.

"Please open your eyes, y/n" Tyler moves your face with one of his hands and you open your eyes again.

"Listen to him, don't close your eyes," your boyfriend denies into the phone. He has never felt so helpless in his entire life.

"I'm tired" you fix your blurred gaze on the phone lying on the tarmac next to you.

"You can't leave, not like this" he wipes away his tears and tries to control his breathing but it's unavoidable. "I have to marry you..." he pleads.

"If you want me to marry you you have to ask me first" you joke.

"Will you marry me?" Peter asks between sobs as he thinks about the box with a ring hidden in his old Spiderman uniforms. He was going to ask you very soon, he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Yes and a thousand times yes," you smile with your eyes closed but open them again to look at Tyler. "Did you hear that, Tyler? I'm getting married." You say with as much excitement as you can muster. "You're invited to the wedding." You mumble closing your eyes again.

They stay open too little time, they're too heavy.

"You can take the ring out of your uniform box now," you mutter lower and lower.

"Did you know that?" your boyfriend asks in surprise.

"I know all about it, my super hero" your breathing slows down.

Peter looks at his phone. There are miles between you. He won't make it in time.

"No, you're the super hero. It's always been you," he presses the phone to his ear. "I love you, Y/n y/l/n."

"I love you too, Peter," you murmur almost inaudibly. "Can I ask you something?" You use the last of your strength to speak a little louder.

"Whatever" Parker nods quickly.

"Promise me that you won't stop looking for love and that you'll try to be happy even if it's not with me." You say earnestly.

"I can't do-" you stop him before he says anything else.

"Promise me, Peter. Please promise me. I have to hear you say it."

Peter swallows hard. He doesn't want to do anything you just said. How could he be happy without you? But nevertheless, he responds.

"I promise," he says before bursting into tears again.

This can't be goodbye.

You're exhausted, you don't think you can keep your eyes open for much longer. A few seconds pass and all you hear is Peter's sobs on the other end of the line.

"Y/n?" he asks but you don't answer. You vaguely hear him but the voice is getting further and further away. "No no no no, y/n answer. Please" exclaims your boyfriend. "Don't go" he clenches the phone tightly in his hand.

Endless memories flash through your mind.  You are glad that they are happy for the most part.

Is this what it feels like to die? At least you were able to say Goodbye.

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[summertaters]

OH MY GOSH ARE YOU KIDDING THESE ARE SO GOOOD!!! I love love love your old stuff!!! The little grouchy faces are hilarious 🤣 and watching your style growing in each picture is so cool!!

My favourite was probably the aggressive Kacchako kiss, that’s how I always picture their first, with Bakugou just going for it 💜💜 I’m assuming that’s from a BurnedStars777 fic (I also love their work and have read all of them so I can’t remember which one it’s from 😂)

I would LOVE to know what your costume redesign would have entailed, even just in words, I’m always curious about other peoples design ideas! Like what were those things on Uraraka’s shoulders? What ideas did you have for Bakugou? Only if you want to though, no pressure.

Thanks so much for these, I really appreciate your art so much as I’m sure you can tell!

I hope you keep enjoying drawing too, so if you ever feel like it’s too much pressure please feel free to take a break, I’ll be okay!! I just want you to know that I’m not expecting art from you, I never want it to feel like you have to draw something ya know?

Anyway Thank you so much again, your Art is such a gift and I’m so grateful you’re sharing it with us!!

Hahaha, thank you~ Glad you enjoyed seeing them!!

Yes!! I think I took dialogue from BurnedStars777 'The Art of Conception' and reworked it to be a first kiss situation? xD I could also be misremembering tho lol.

((I picture a very slow burn where finally Bakugou just GOES for it!! It's a bit awkward and rough, but so them~))

This post gets a bit long, so I've added a break-- Art Below~

Since you're curious- I went and did some new rough-ups of the general ideas I had back then.

^ Uravity redesign. Mainly white and blacks with small accents of pink.

A jetpack and boot/calf thrusters to maneuver in the air better. A bit more of a practical helmet with a cute 'halo' look. (Angel face)

She'd overall still have a very cute and round look, but just a lil different!

^ Dynamight redesign. Ripped sleeves, 'handles' on his shoulders + hips (for combo moves with Uravity). Mask slightly altered too.

Biggest change is the gauntlets and gloves that I gave him- open palmed gloves ('cuz the idea would be his explosions would be more potent that way lol. )

Asymmetrical gauntlets- Left side clusters of grenades that could be detached and thrown. Right side a smaller version of his iconic grenade gauntlet. Both gauntlets would have the sweat gathering tubes attached to gather his explosive sweat and store it.

They both would of course still have their matching dots u.u

They're very rough ideas, that I'm sure could be improved upon, but I had fun thinking them up :3

Anon, you are so kind and sweet. I'm so grateful for your support, it really motivates and inspires me- I have so much more art planned in the future! You really make me feel like I'm part of a community <3

I try to take breaks here and there to not overwhelm myself (particularly my wrist will sometimes flare up) So don't worry <3 I really appreciate your thoughtfulness and care!!

I hope you stick around to see what else I have in store for you, and I wish you well! xoxoxo

[jungshookz]

christmas at cee's place - happy holidays 2023!

hello!!

as you probably already know, december is my favourite month because... it's my birthday month but ALSO i just love the cold and snow and hot chocolate and gift-giving and holiday cheer <3

anyway, i wanted to do something nice for everyone because i know i haven't been as consistent and active as i used to be so i hope you'll accept this as a token of my appreciation for your patience and understanding and ALSO the fact that you guys continued to check up on me while i wasn't here was really so incredibly touching - your support and love means the world to me and this blog and this space would not exist without your presence!

okay with all the gooeyness out of the way: essentially this is going to be a toned down version of the christmas at cee's place that i did back in 2020 because realistically i cannot be churning out like 8k word drabbles every week like twenty year old cee did (i wish i could but i'm getting old) but they'll still be a little something to keep you company during the holidays :-) think of them as my teeny tidbits but just a little bit longer!! i'm not sure how many i'll write because those of you who have been around for a while know that i kinda like to post whatever i want whenever i want and then i disappear for six hours but i will definitely be around a little more this month!

so this is where you come in! i encourage everyone to send in holiday-themed mini drabble requests so that i can continue to make ur dreams come true while adding a little bit of nutmeg and cinnamon into the mix :D old characters, new characters, no request is too wild or too much for me to handle -- just send them in and i'll try my best to make it happen.

love ya,

cee(nta clause)

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This one is long- almost ten pages longer than last post. It was a bit more difficult to write due to some of the things that happen in Season 3. Let know what you think of my characterization of Daryl. Feedback is much appreciated!

Also, prison/guard tower smut has been requested and, while I feel like I definitely delivered in prison smut, guard tower smut will be in the next chapter as I have plans.

And we’re off!

Spitfire, Pt. 4

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: violence, lots of bad language words (including Merle’s backward views on people of color and women), smut under the cut, character death (Merle)

Part 3

**

Mitzi smiled at Carol. “Don't worry too much about any walkers goin’ after Rick. Me and Daryl will keep ‘em clear. Try to focus mid-field.”

Carol nodded. “Alright.”

“Good.” Mitzi squeezed her shoulder. “And try to keep your shoulder loose. The kick-back will hurt less.”

Mitzi lifted her M110 and switched it to automatic. She set to picking off walkers on the far side of the yard, a rhythmic thwump, thwump, thwump filling the air alongside the other guns firing unsuppressed. Occasionally, she shifted to shoot down one getting too close to Rick for comfort, then back to thwump, thwump, thwump.

She chuckled when Carol shot into the ground near Rick’s feet.

Carol winced. “Sorry!”

Mitzi turned and took out the walker before it could get closer to Rick. Through her scope, she saw Rick look down at the walker and give her a thumbs up.

She turned to Carol, smiling gently. “Breathe in. Aim. Shoot. Try to do it quick so you’re not holding your breath too long. Makes your heart rate jump and your hands shake.”

Carol muttered the pattern under her breath to herself.

“Keep loose.”

Carol nodded, adjusting her stance nervously. Mitzi moved to stand near her, mimicking and correcting her stance.

They raised their rifles at once. “Breathe in. Aim. Shoot.”

Carol hit her next walker through his cheek, right under the eye.

“There ya go, Miss Thing! Good shot!”

Carol blushed under her praise.

Mitzi inspected the yard through her scope and went down on one knee, using the railing as a bipod to steady her rifle. She started to pick off walkers lining up against the fence to a courtyard within the prison.

“Light it up!”

She grinned. Twump. Twump. Twump.

**

“You wanna mess around?”

“That for me or D?” Mitzi grinned over her shoulder at Daryl.

He pointed down at her where she sat, legs dangling over the chassis of the bus. “Stop.”

Carol giggled. “Both.”

Daryl let out a sound of frustration.

Mitzi blew a kiss at her. “I think that can be arranged.”

They both looked over at Daryl. He blew a raspberry, blushing.

Carol moved to get down off the overturned bus and Daryl held his hand up. “I’ll go down first.”

Carol caught Mitzi’s eyes. “Even better.”

Daryl huffed out a laugh.

“He’s fuckin’ good at it too.” Mitzi watched as he shot her an exasperated look. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Oh I know. We are all well aware of his prowess.” Carol mused, grinning.

He grunted. “Stop. Both’a ya.” He swung his legs over the side of the bus, and popped down. He held his hand up, steadying Carol as she jumped down.

He turned back to her and wrapped his arms around her calves. She put her hands on his shoulders and he supported her as she straightened against him. As he relaxed, letting her slowly slide down his body, she cupped his face in her hands.

She saw Carol dip around the corner of the bus, moving back towards the campfire.

He paused, holding her against him. “Yer a menace.”

She smiled and kissed him. “You like that I’m a menace.”

He set her on her feet, making a face and shrugging. “Eh.”

Leaning in to kiss him again, she laughed. “You keep tellin’ yourself that, baby.”

He backed her up against the undercarriage of the bus, but thought better of it. He cast a look around, hand still holding him tight to him. “Take my poncho off.”

She tilted her head. “What for? It’s still chilly-“

He pressed his lips to hers. “Take it off and throw it on the ground.”

Still obviously confused, she pushed him back far enough to pull it out from between them and threw it behind her.

He pecked at her lips, before pulling away. Leaning over, he spread his poncho out and motioned to it.

“My, my… you are romantic.” She fingered at his collar and pulled him to her, groaning when he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

He pulled away. “You’ve been windin’ me up all day. Touching my thighs, pressing your tits up against m’back. Getcha ass on that poncho, now.”

“Don’t need to threaten me with a good time, Dixon.” She grinned, leaning back in to kiss him, and moaned into his mouth.

He reached down and undid her belt and fly. Grunting into her mouth, he slipped his hand into her jeans and petted at her clothed core roughly.

She moved to mouth at his jaw, gasping when he rubbed the rough pad of his finger over her clit through her rapidly soaking underwear.

“Jeans n’panties off. Poncho, now.”

She nipped at his ear before moving back, pushing her jeans down past her hips. He licked at his lip, holding a hand out to steady her as she yanked at the laces of her boots and toed them off. She giggled triumphantly when she successfully removed her jeans and underwear and sat back on the poncho, making grabby hands at him.

He shouldered off his bag and passed it to her. Head tilted in confusion, she accepted it.

He chuckled. “For y’head. Lay back.”

She smiled up at him. “That’s sweet of ya, baby.”

He rolled his eyes and undid his belt buckle with quick, efficient motions. He started on the button of his fly when she shifted to her knees and took over.

She popped the button and lowered his zipper with one hand as she pushed the hem of his shirt up with the other. Maintaining eye contact to the best of her ability, she nibbled at the skin under his belly button.

He hissed and she dropped to press wet kisses to the head of his cock through his briefs.

He groaned. “Fuck, baby.”

She smiled a siren smile and tugged his briefs and jeans down his thighs. One hand bracing herself on his thigh, she mouthed at the base of his cock, lifting her free hand to squeeze gently around the tip.

His head rolled back on his neck and he groaned, fingers blindly finding the back of her neck.

She pinched his thigh and smiled when he rolled his head forward to look at her. She licked up his shaft and took as much of him into her mouth as she could, relaxing her jaw and throat.

He grunted, fighting the urge to pull her even closer. She started a gentle bobbing motion, teasing at his head with her tongue with every retreat.

“Baby-“

She met his eyes again and twisted her hand around the base of his shaft.

“Fuck!” He petted at her face, pushing loose red spirals out of her face with slightly clumsy movements.

“Wanna go down on ya.” He hissed again, tugging on her hair. “Gotta stop or this’ll be over too soon.”

She smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock. “Spoil sport.”

An uncharacteristically cocky smile curled his lips. “You like sucking m’off, Mitz?”

She licked up the underside of his shaft, eyes locked to his. “I do.”

He exerted gentle pressure on the back of her head, coaxing her to stand. He kissed her deeply, his hands smoothing down her back to grab at her bare ass.

“Jump.”

He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He knelt as gingerly as possible and laid her out under him.

He kissed her briefly before pushing her oversized Metallica shirt up over her sports bra. He groaned and pressed his face into her sternum.

He hooked a finger in the stretchy material and pulled it down enough to get her breasts out over the top of it.

He licked over the nearest nipple before taking it into his mouth. When he was satisfied with his work, he leaned up to kiss her again and moved to cup and squeeze at her other breast.

She moaned into his mouth and he smiled, pinching and pulling lightly at her nipple.

“Love your tits.”

He shifted to suck a mark into the skin of her breast. She gasped and raked her fingers through his hair, arching into his mouth when bit lightly at her breast.

He arched an eyebrow and pushed her breasts together, licking at the seam between them and then attempting to take both nipples into his mouth.

He succeeded and she threw her head back and laughed.

He smiled shyly. “Been wanting t’do that since I met ya.”

She giggled. “There are times I think you’re definitely an ass man and then you do shit like that.”

He shook his head and moved down, littering kisses over the sniper rifle tattooed on her side. “Just you.”

She pulled him back to her mouth. “What do you mean?”

He blushed, pressing his lips hard to hers. “Just you. Don’t care what I’m touchin’, ‘long as it’s you.”

She smiled brilliantly. “Daryl Dixon, that is easily the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

He ducked his head, avoiding her eyes. “Turn over.”

She laughed and turned over. He directed her up on her knees, before squeezing and lightly slapping her ass.

“Love your ass too.”

She reached over and pulled his bag under her face, moaning loudly when he touched his lips to her clit. One hand on her shoulder, he pushed her shoulder down lower, lifting her ass up higher.

He licked up her slit, dipping his tongue into her.

She gasped. “Fuck!”

He went to work in earnest, alternating with broad swipes along the length of her slit, sucking her lips into his mouth and spearing her on his tongue. She dug her forehead into his bag, panting into canvas that smelled like him.

Her head swam.

He grunted against her and she had the thought that he might be jerking off behind her. It felt almost impossible to shift up enough to open her eyes and look between her legs.

She saw his hand, big and veiny, wrapped around his cock and moaned.

When his thumb made contact with her clit, her back arched so hard she could swear her back cracked.

“C’mon, Spitfire, gotta cum so I can get inside ya.” He rasped against her, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating against her.

Her feet arched. Her toes curled.

He attached his mouth to her clit and pushed two fingers into her.

She came with a whimper.

Not a second later, the blunt head of his cock was pushing against her entrance. “Y’okay?”

She nodded and lifted herself up on her elbows. Turning over her shoulder, she smiled at him. “So fuckin’ okay.”

He grinned back and entered her in a smooth thrust. He set a brutal pace, hips meeting hers with an arousingly wet sound.

Letting her head fall back against his backpack, she reached back and covered the hand on her hip.

“Fuckin’ pretty little thing, ain’t ya?” He grunted, free hand dipping around to circle her clit. “Y’gonna cum again? Squeeze me so hard, you’ll take me wit’ya?”

She nodded. “Fuck, D. Please.”

He sped up, the pace even more brutal and exquisite.

He stopped and she bit back a scream as he pulled out and the burning in her belly receded.

“Flip over.” He grunted. “Need’ta see ya.”

She nodded with a slightly frantic edge and did as he bid. As soon as she was settled, he pressed himself back into her.

After a few hard thrusts, he laid over her, groaning at the feel of her chest against his. She wound her arms around him, under his arms, and clutched him to her.

She arched up and caught his mouth. Moaning, she dug her fingers into his shoulder blades and met each grinding thrust with her hips.

“Pretty baby.” He chuckled into her mouth. “Gonna give me another? Gonna whimper f’me again?”

“I did not whimper.”

He grinned. “The fuck y’didnt.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her lips. “Whimpered like m’pretty, little girl.”

She shook her head and one hand dropped to squeeze his ass under his jeans. “Y’heard wrong.”

“No, I didn’t.” He shifted his weight to one elbow and captured her chin with his free hand. “Cum, pretty girl.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “C’mon baby.”

She nodded and moaned into his mouth, his fingers capturing one of her nipples and pinching.

He sped up as she reached her high, reaching his own shortly after.

“Holy shit. Where did that come from?”

He chuckled into her sternum.

She lifted a lazy hand and carded her fingers through his hair.

**

“I wish you’d stay in there, Mitz.” T-Dog leaned in, whispering into her ear as they followed Rick and the prisoners down into the yard.

Daryl, in front of her, nodded. “These men ain’t seen a woman in a while.”

She shrugged. “They only have one gun. I ain’t worried.”

“One gun in the hand of someone who’s unknown crimes got him locked up in the first place.”

She made a face. “Fair point.”

“This could get outta hand.” Daryl cast a look back at her.

“In which case, you need more guns in hands. Am I right or am I right?” She reached forward to squeeze his shoulder. “Unless, you thinkin’ my feminine charms are gonna overwhelm their good sense.”

Daryl snorted and let her out of the stairwell ahead of him. “Overwhelmed mine.”

She pinched his side as she passed him. “I’m the best damn thing to ever happen to you and you damn well know it, Dixon.”

T-Dog passed Daryl and moved so she was continually between him and Daryl. “There's always a chance that they… lose control.”

She smiled up at him. “It is far more likely that their anger will cause them to lose control than lil ol’me.”

“Jus’ the same, stay behind me.” Daryl stepped in front of her, partially blocking the inmates’ view of her.

“You never said, how the hell did you get in here in the first place?”

Daryl pointed out at the guard tower. “Cut a hole in that fence over there by that guard tower.”

The smaller inmate nodded. “That easy, huh?”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way.”

“Easy for you to say.” Andrew muttered.

Mitzi kept her eyes on the de facto leader, who seemed unphased by the carnage around them. Rick caught her eyes and nodded.

The bigger inmate- Tiny- poked at a corpse with a stick. “So what is this? Like a disease?”

“Yeah,” Rick supplied, “and we’re all infected.”

The blond inmate stepped forward. “What do you mean ‘infected’? Like AIDS or something?”

“Sorta, I guess.” Mitzi shrugged, propping her chin on Daryl’s shoulder. “Don’t know how it spread or anything.”

“If I were to kill you, shoot an arrow in your chest,” Daryl pointed down at the nearest corpse. “You’d come back as one of these things. It’s gonna happen to all’a us.”

The inmates were silent until Tomas stepped forward. “Ain’t no way these Robin Hood cats are responsible for killing all these freaks.”

“Must be 50 bodies out here.”

“We have a lot of practice.” Mitzi shifted her weight to her other foot. “We’ve gotten pretty good at it. Efficient.”

Tomas laughed condescendingly, focusing immediately on her. “You tellin’ me you were a part of this, baby?”

She arched an eyebrow and Rick cut her off before she could instigate, shooting a look at her over his shoulder. “Most of the walkers in that courtyard were put down by her. She’s an excellent shot.”

“That so? You got a name, baby girl?”

Daryl shifted and she hooked her arm around his waist, allowing him to keep her firmly behind him. “Not one you need to use.”

“You sure, baby?” He grinned a grin she was sure he thought was charming. “I can show you a good time.”

Daryl moved to step forward and she caught his arm. “Nah, I’m not interested, dude. I have a man.”

“He here?”

Daryl rasped. “You’re lookin’ at ‘em.”

He leered at her for a moment longer, dismissing Daryl. “Where’d you come from?”

Rick shot her a look and she could’ve sworn she heard T-Dog mutter, “I told you so,” under his breath.

Rick stepped into his line of sight. “Atlanta.”

Tomas strutted toward Rick. “Where you headed?”

Rick met him head on. “For now, nowhere.”

Tomas brushed him off. “I guess you can take that area down by the water, should be comfortable.”

“We’re using that field for crops.”

The negotiations broke down after that, if they ever started to begin in earnest. Tomas kept glancing at her and she fought the urge to make it worse by making a face at him. Instead, she ignored him and moved to press against Daryl’s right side so her gun hand would be free.

“What did I tell ya?”

She shrugged, kissing his bicep. “I see your point, just- I can handle myself.”

He nodded. “You can. Ain’t no one arguing with that, but also no reason to start shit.”

She smiled up at him. “I didn’t, not anything that wasn’t already brewing anyways. Tomas is exactly who he seems t’be. Would be regardless of my presence. He’s not gonna last tonight.”

T-Dog ran his hand over his face. “She’s gotta point. He’s been aggressive since we found them.”

“You ain’t comin’ to clear a block for them with us.” He leveled his crossbow at them. “There's already gonna be too many people, too much noise.”

“D-“

“No.” He glanced down at her. “He’s gonna try something. We know that. No need to add extra wood to the fire.”

She sighed. “Fine.”

When Rick had secured half of the grocery for them, they moved back into the cell block. Rick pulled her aside.

“Go back to the cell block. Tomas doesn’t seem to be entirely stable.”

She held her hands in mock-surrender. “I have already been informed. I’m goin’.”

**

“Aren’t you going to tell me about your mom?”

She settled against the railing, feet dangling over the second floor landing. She shook her head. “No… I didn't know my mom.”

“At all?” Carl looked shocked. “Did she die?”

Mitzi shrugged. “Not as far as I know. She.. she left me with my grandfather not long after I was born.”

He nodded. “Her dad?”

She shook her head again. “No, my dad’s dad. I have never met my mother’s family. She didn’t really want to be a mom so I guess she got her wish.”

“That sucks.”

Reaching out to ruffle his hair, she smiled. “It did, but it was okay for the most part.”

“So what are we gonna talk about?”

“We don’t have to talk.” She leaned her forearms on the bar. “Sometimes it’s good to just sit.”

Carl looked at her and she smiled back.

They were silent for a while, maybe ten minutes. Mitzi leaned over and pulled the mattress her and Daryl had been using over. She laid back, head on the mattress. Carl followed suit, setting his hat on his chest.

“Have you ever lost someone you cared about?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I was really close to my aunt. She died when I was 18.”

“What happened?”

Mitzi winced. “My dad used to use certain substances… uh, recreationally and the man he bought them from showed up at my aunt’s house. He was lookin’ for my dad. He hadn’t paid him, owed him money. My dad wasn’t there, he was at one of his lady friend’s house.”

She sighed deeply. “The man was not in his right mind and he shot her. She died before the paramedics got there.”

Carl stared down at his lap and pondered. “What happened to your dad?”

“How do you mean?”

“When he found out… was he okay?” He turned childlike eyes on her.

Shame building in her chest, she shrugged, lied. “I don’t know. My dad and I didn’t get along.”

Carl nodded. “I killed my mom.”

Mitzi sighed. “You shouldn’t a’hadta.”

“No, it had to be me.” Carl was adamant. “It had to be someone who loved her.”

“That’s true.” She nodded. “But I had to learn this lesson when my aunt died, so I’m gonna pass it along to you too. Just because it can be you, doesn’t mean it needs to be you.”

“There was no one else.” He was starting to sound defensive, shrinking into himself.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Carl. You’re just not meant t’have seen all this shit at your age. It’s our job as adults to protect you as much as we can. We shoulda helped you, darlin’.” Mitzi reached over and squeezed his shoulder. “The way I wished I had been helped.”

He nodded and they fell silent again.

“Were you angry when your aunt died?”

She smiled. “You know me pretty well at this point, kiddo. What do you think?”

He nodded. “I’m not talking about being angry just then but… like after. I’m still angry.”

“And you will be, but yes, also that too. I didn’t speak to my father for years after that.” She sighed. “The key to this, I have learned, is to talk about it, not to try and shove it down.”

“With who?” Carl made a dismissive noise. “My dad is-“

“I’m talking to your dad soon as, but you can always talk to me.” She squeezed at his shoulder again. “You have every right to be angry, kiddo. About your mom, about Shane.”

“You didn’t like Shane.”

“The feeling was mutual, but no, I didn’t like Shane.”

“You beat him up.” There was amusement in his voice.

“To be fair, he started it.” She chuckled. “It’s true that I didn't like Shane but I didn’t want him to die either. You did the right thing then, too. I just hate that you had to.”

Carl sighed. “I just don’t understand why my dad did that. I think I hate him for hurting Shane.”

She nodded. “Sometimes, the relationship between two adults is more complicated than it appears on the outside. I can see why it must be difficult to trust your dad after that, but I have every faith that, while I believe it was the right decision, it was the only decision he felt he could make and I know that it tore him up.”

He bobbed his head absently.

“Take it from me, hun, you can’t keep holdin’ on to this anger. It will eat you alive. Gotta talk about it, not take it out on everyone.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

**

“You okay, boss?” She set her gun and knife kit on the desk and boosted herself up onto the desk, sitting across from where Rick sat slumped.

He looked dazed and not particularly present. To the side of the boiler room, down by the boilers, was an absolutely eviscerated walker.

She sighed, and crossed her legs under her. She started cleaning and sharpening her hunting knife, pausing periodically to check on him.

When her knife was cleaned and sharpened to her satisfaction, she holstered it and approached Rick quietly.

Squatting by his side, she spoke in a soft, quiet tone. “Can I clean your knife and gun for’ya, chief?”

He looked at her like he didn’t know who she was.

Slowly, she pulled his knife and gun from their holsters. She set them down as quietly as possible and hoisted herself back on the desk. She set to cleaning his knife with quick, smooth movements.

“She’s…” He sucked in a breath. “She’s gone.”

She paused, giving him her full attention.

“She’s just gone.” His face screwed up like he was in pain. “I’ve not… I wasn’t there.”

She nodded. “Can’t be everywhere.”

“But I wasn’t there… and I haven’t been there, not recently.”

She sighed and set his knife down, moving off the desk to sit next to him.

“I’ve been blaming her. I should’ve been kinder.”

“Blame was going both ways I’m sure.”

He shook his head. “No, she was tryin’ to heal, to bring us back together. I wouldn’t let her.

“You don’t sound like you were ready to, brother.” She patted his knee. “You didn’t know what was gonna happen. Don’t know if it would’ve changed much if you did.“

“I should’ve let her know. Tell her what I was goin’ through. I should’ve talked to her.”

“Sure, but botha ya should’ve. It’s a two way street and healing takes time.” She smiled. “If you coulda done something, if you had known, you would’ve.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t talk to her. I didn’t.”

“You couldn’t. There was something that made it too difficult, too painful.”

He sighed and nodded. “She slept with Shane and then, it wasn’t her fault, but Shane became… fixated on her. That night he took me out there to kill me.”

She nodded. “I figured. I was with Daryl and Glenn when they found the kid.”

“She looked at me like I was the crazy one, like I should’ve let him live.”

She sighed. “I’m gonna tell you something my therapist told me-“

He huffed out a laugh. “You had a therapist?”

She shoved him with her elbow, smiling softly. “For a while, yeah. The military fucked me up.”

“What did she tell you?”

“We are not responsible for other people’s emotional responses to us, just doing what we can to be as healthy as we can be.”

“I’m not sure that applies here.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t think that was the healthiest thing that could’ve been done. By any standard.”

She shrugged. “What were your options? Kill Shane, let him kill you, keep him alive after he killed Otis, Randall and tried to kill you?”

He digested that. “Maybe Shane should’ve led us from the beginning. He was already doin’ it.”

“No he wasn’t. Not effectively anyways. He went and got water, stood around with his hands on his hips while other people made decisions, acted as the welcome party. But never really led anything.”

“Other people thought he should lead.”

“Aside from Andrea, who was suckin’ his dick, literally and metaphorically, the only people who thought that, thought that when they were scared. I doubt any of them think that now.” She grinned. “He couldn’t lead himself out of a wet paper bag. That’s why I was willing to follow you when you got to the Quarry. You listened and you considered and you put yourself in danger. Didn’t just make knee-jerk reactionary, self-serving decisions. That would’ve never happened with Shane.”

He chuckled quietly. “So you think I did the right thing? With Shane, I mean.”

“I think you did the only thing. Shane would’ve had to die regardless. Once it became common knowledge that he killed Randall and tried to kill you, it would have been decided and your hand would’ve been forced anyways.”

He nodded, biting at his lip and she stood to grab his knife and gun.

She settled back next to him. “Or we would’ve been distracted by the herd and would’ve spent the last eight months stewing in that tension, watching the two of you battling it out constantly. Lori being stuck in the constant anxiety of Shane’s fixation on her. Our energy and focus constantly split. We would’ve never made it here.”

He smiled sadly. “Or you would’ve killed him.”

She shook her head. “Me n’Daryl would’ve left long before that happened.”

They lapsed into silence and she went back to cleaning his knife and gun.

“Mitzi.”

She hummed.

He rested his head back against the wall, watching her out of the corner of his eye. “What does ‘sucking his dick literally and metaphorically’ mean? How do you suck someone’s dick metaphorically?”

She shrugged. “Y’know what?”

He smiled back, sadly. “What?”

“I don't actually know what I meant by that.” She smiled. “Sometimes I just say shit.”

He chuckled, reaching up to pat her head affectionately. “That tracks.”

**

She grinned and glanced at Daryl, who shook his head at her.

“What? She has a sword! She’s fuckin’ cool.” She turned back and kept watch as Hershel finished stitching her up.

Rick sighed. “We don’t know her.”

“We know she’s cool.” Mitzi shrugged. “We know she did the hard thing, not the easy thing. Injured. Safe only because she was covered in walker blood. That takes guts.”

“That’s fair.” Rick raked his fingers through his hair.

“How do we know we can trust her?” Oscar, quickly becoming a voice of reason, pondered.

“She wouldn’t have brought the formula if she had ill intentions.” Mitzi leaned against the door, casting a look over her shoulder. “Woulda been easier to keep on marchin’, vengeance or no.”

He nodded. “Could be tryin’ to lure us-“

“She’s one person, despite whatever mad ninja skills she has- she’s one person.”

Axel stepped forward, eager to flatter and please. “The way they talk about you, you coulda taken this place by yourself.”

She snorted. “I’m just one person, too.”

Beth, on edge and tense, shot forward. “This is Maggie and Glenn. Why are we even debating?”

Daryl nodded. “We ain’t. I’ll go after them.”

Mitzi nodded, eyes back on the woman and Hershel. “Me too.”

“Well.. This place sounds pretty secure. You two can’t go alone.”

Beth nodded. “I’ll go.”

Axel was next. “Me too.”

“I’m in.” Oscar rounded out the troop.

Rick took a deep breath in and looked over at Mitzi. “Exfil.”

She nodded, grinning. “And now you got exfil experience too, might make this easier, Officer Friendly.”

“Exfil?” Oscar looked between them.

Rick smirked, nodding sarcastically. “Exfiltration, otherwise known as an extraction. Mitzi has done hundreds of extractions.”

“Hundreds of hundreds.” She corrected, pushing off the doorway. “Let’s get this party started.”

**

“Okay, we gotta do this fast and smart.”

Rick nodded. “What’s the plan?”

Mitzi turned over her shoulder. “Where did she go?”

Rick followed her eyes and grit his teeth when he didn’t see Michonne. “Damn it!”

She sighed. “Alright, we need to pick the buildings most likely to be where they’re kept.”

Daryl checked his clip. “How? Ain’t no way we’re gonna check in all them buildings. Not with all them guards there.”

She nodded. “It’s not likely to be this close to the gate, I reckon.”

“Right…” Rick pondered. “Too much noise.”

A twig snapped and they turned, guns leveled.

Michonne pointed in another direction, mouthing ‘this way’ at them. Rick nodded and they followed her to a section of fence in a blind spot.

They scaled it quickly and snuck into a dark building.

“This is where you were held?” Rick continued to clear the room, gun held up until Mitzi held her thumb up, indicating that the far side of the room was clear.

“I was questioned.” She corrected him flatly.

He moved to the front facing windows. “Any idea where else they could be?” He peeked out behind the sheets hanging over the windows.

Daryl followed, looking out next to him. He scoffed. “I thought you said there was a curfew.”

Michonne shrugged, anxious and jumpy. “The street is packed during the day. Those are stragglers.”

Rick grimaced. “If anyone comes in here, we’re sitting ducks. We gotta move.”

Mitzi caught Michonne’s eyes, motioning her closer so she could keep her voice low. “You were questioned in here?”

She nodded.

Mitzi stepped closer to her. “Somethin’ minor?”

“I guess.” Michonne shrugged. “I broke into the Governor’s apartment to get my sword. Took out some walkers they had locked up in some sort of arena space.”

“Arena space?” Mitzi looked at Daryl and Rick. “Dollars to donuts.”

Michonne nodded. “They could be there.”

“What if they ain’t?” Daryl moved back towards the back of the room.

Michonne met Daryl’s eyes unflinchingly. “Then we’ll look somewhere else.”

Rick followed Daryl, passing by Michonne with a dismissive: “You said you could help us.”

She bit back. “I'm doing what I can.”

Oscar huffed. “Then where the hell are they?”

Rick motioned to Mitzi and Oscar. They turned and paced back into the pantry space after him.

“If this goes south, we’re cutting her loose.”

They all turned to consider Michonne. Oscar spoke up. “You think she’s leading us into a trap?”

Mitzi sucked on her teeth. “I suppose an arena with walkers would be the place t’do it. But that don’t square, if she wanted to lead us into a trap, she coulda just done it at the gate. No reason to wait and get us inside.”

Daryl nodded his head. “More like the blind leading the blind. Let’s split up.”

There was a knock at the door, keys in the lock, and they all dove for cover behind shelves of canned goods. Mitzi looked over and saw Michonne crouched behind the table.

The man entered casually, like all he expected to find were teenagers up to some mischief.

Mitzi caught Daryl’s eyes. He nodded.

“I know you’re in here. I saw you moving from outside.” He moved deeper into the room. “Alright now. You’re not supposed to be here and you know it. Who’s in here?”

Rick rushed him, holding him at gunpoint and forcing him into his knees. Daryl leaned over and zip-tied his hands behind his back.

“Where are our people?”

The man shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“You’re holding two of our people. Where the hell are they?”

The man stuttered. “I don’t know.”

Rick gagged him and Daryl knocked him out with the butt of his crossbow.

“He’s tellin’ the truth.” Mitzi glanced at Rick. “They’re being kept someplace the normal people don’t know about.

“Gotta be this arena area.” Daryl nodded at Michonne. “It far enough away that people wouldn’t know?”

She nodded. Rick stared her down before nodding.

“Let’s go.”

They snuck out the way they came and followed Michonne to the arena.

Mitzi cast a look around. “Some mad max shit.”

Oscar nodded beside her.

“Mitzi, you got point.”

She nodded and moved in front of Rick as they entered a building made of corrugated metal. They cleared corners at a steady pace until they came up to a window and could hear movement and voices.

They plastered themselves to the wall, waiting a short moment. As soon as it seemed that the people inside the room were about to leave the room, Mitzi signaled them back, nodding to Daryl and Rick.

Rick and Daryl popped the tops on a flash bang and smoke bomb respectively, before tossing them into the small atrium area.

There was a flash and a pop. Smoke filled the room and the men, disoriented and blind, reared back.

Mitzi advanced and while she covered them, Daryl and Rick moved in to get Maggie and Glenn, pulling them back toward the entrance.

One of the men in the smoke popped off a few rounds and Mitzi returned fire, seeing one man hit the ground through the smoke. Rick patted her shoulder and Mitzi backed out behind them.

They backtracked and ducked into another dark building.

**

“Didn’t think you’d still be running’ with my brother, Lil Bit.”

Mitzi sucked her teeth. “That’s because you ain’t very smart, Merle.”

He laid his arm over her shoulder and she shrugged him off. “Don’t be like that, Mitzi. I helped get Daryl outta there. Returned your man safe and sound.”

She scoffed. “Youre the fuckin’ reason we were there at all. You don’t get to play hero.”

He hummed. “That’s true. Say, you think I can have my turn now, after all’a this time? Think my baby brother would-“

Daryl turned on his heel and shoved at Merle’s shoulder. “Give it a rest.” He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward toward Rick.

Merle cackled. “You ain’t willin’ to share, brother? Ain’t that some shit.”

Daryl grunted and motioned her forward when she turned back to glare at Merle. “This ain’t gonna work if you start fuckin’ with her.”

“Damn, son. Her pussy must be-“

Daryl shoved at him again. “Stop it. You ain’t gonna-“

“Ain’t gonna what?” Merle pressed into his space. “You gonna start telling me what t’do?”

Daryl didn’t back down. “She ain’t some truck stop hooker. You ain’t gonna talk t’her that way.”

“Or else what? What’s gonna happen?”

“She’s gonna kick your ass. Again.” Daryl poked his chest with an aggressive finger. “But it ain’t just about what she’s gonna do. She’s m’girl. I won’t have y’talkin’ ‘bout her that way.”

Daryl paused and looked down at Mitzi, who had pressed her hand to his chest, standing between them.

“Let’s just get back home. We can hash it out there.”

Daryl nodded. She glared at Merle and then moved back toward Rick.

Rick leaned into her. “This ain’t gonna work.”

She sighed. “I know it. And Glenn’s gonna go ballistic when he sees him.”

“Do you think Daryl will leave him?”

She shrugged, casting a look back at Daryl. He caught her eyes, head tilting as if asking her what they were talking about. “I don’t know.”

Rick nodded, calling out for Glenn as they approached the road.

Glenn seemed to zero in on Merle the minute he cleared the car. He leveled his gun at Merle and chaos erupted.

She stepped up to him as Maggie leveled her gun at Michonne, trying to ease them into lowering their weapons. “C’mon, guys.”

Glenn turned on her. “You’re okay with this?”

Mitzi shook her head. “No, but we gotta discuss it and we can’t discuss it here. Not safe.”

Daryl swatted at the gun in Glenn’s hand. “Get that thing outta my face.”

Merle chuckled. “Looks like you gone native, brother.”

Daryl turned and paced back at Merle. “No more than you, hangin’ out with that psycho back there.”

Merle nodded, amused. “Oh yeah man, he is a charmer, gotta tell you that.” He turned to Michonne. “Been putting the wood to your girlfriend, Andrea, back there. Big time, baby.” He moaned lewdly.

“What?” Glenn lowered his handgun. “Andrea’s in Woodbury?”

Daryl nodded. “Right next to the Governor.”

Mitzi put a hand on Glenn’s shoulder. “I doubt she knew y’all were there. Seemed pretty distressed when she saw Daryl.”

Michonne attempted to get at Merle again and Rick cut her off. “I told you to drop that!” She did and he lowered his Python. “You know Andrea?”

She ignored him, focusing on glaring at Merle. Rick stepped into her line of sight. “Hey! Do you know Andrea?”

Merle grinned. “Yep, she does. Her and Blondie spent all winter, cuddling up in the forest. Mhmm… yeah. My Nubian Queen here had two pet walkers. No arms. Cut off the jaws. Kept ‘em in chains. Kinda ironic now that I think about it.”

Mitzi turned over her shoulder. “You are fuckin’ dumb, Merle. You are outnumbered and outclassed and you still don’t have the sense to keep the shit you talk to yourself.”

He spat to the side. “Shut up, Mitzi.”

“Always gotta ruin everything-“

“Spitfire.” Daryl set his hand on her shoulder and she quieted. He pointed back at Merle. “Stop it.”

Merle chuckled, dismissing Daryl with a wave. “Hey man, we snatched them outta the woods. Andrea was close to dying.”

Maggie sighed. “Is that why she’s with him?”

Merle nodded. “Yeah.. snug as two little bugs. So what are you gonna do now, sheriff? Surrounded by a buncha liars, thugs and cowards?”

Rick snarled. “Shut up!”

“Oh man, lookit this? Pathetic. All these guns and no bullets in ‘em.”

Daryl got in his face. “Merle, shut up!”

Merle responded in kind and there was a brief bout of chaos, Glenn attempting to push past her.

She focused on gently keeping Glenn back and jumped when Merle’s voice ceased suddenly. His body hit the forest floor and she turned to look up at Rick, Python held up, butt first.

She glanced at Daryl, who nodded at Rick. Slipping her rifle over her head and off her shoulder, she passed it to Daryl and moved to help Glenn down the small incline toward the car.

When Merle was conscious and everyone was back near the car, Rick spoke.

“It won’t work.”

Daryl sighed. “It’s gotta.”

“It’ll stir things up.”

She rubbed at her neck as Daryl made his case, adamant that his brother wasn’t a rapist.

Mitzi sighed. “He doesn’t have to be a rapist to be dangerous. He tortured Glenn. They were clearly about to execute them. He was okay with that, led the men that did that.”

Daryl huffed and ignored her, shaking her off when she reached for him. He focused on Rick. “You gonna cut Merle loose and bring the last samurai home with us?”

Rick shook his head. “She’s not coming back.”

Maggie shook her head. “She’s not in a state to be on her own.”

Glenn nodded. “She did bring you guys to us.”

“And ditched us.”

“At least let my dad stitch her up.”

Rick shocked his head. ”She’s too unpredictable.”

Mitzi kicked at a piece of gravel, looking down. “She doesn’t say enough and I don’t think any of us feel comfortable trusting what she does say.”

“That’s right,” Daryl nodded, staring out at Michonne. “We don’t know who she is. But Merle- Merle’s blood.”

Glenn grunted. “No. Merle is your blood. My blood, my family, is standing right here and waiting for us back at the prison.”

Rick leaned in. “And you’re part of that family. But he’s not. He’s not.”

Daryl glanced down at her then back at Rick and shrugged. “Man, y’all don’t know.” He paused. “Fine. We’ll fend for ourselves.” He reached out for Mitzi.

Glenn shook his head. “That’s not what I was saying.”

“No him. No us.” He squeezed Mitzi’s shoulder and she seemed to snap back to reality.

She rested back. “What?”

Daryl stared down at her, willing her to agree with him. “We’ll go. Fend for ourselves.”

She stepped out of the circle, shaking her head. “We just started a war with a psychopath to get Glenn and Maggie back. You want to leave?”

Daryl frowned. “Mitz-“

Mitzi stalked a couple feet away, still fighting to believe this was real. She turned toward the car and Merle caught her eye, grinning.

Daryl moved closer to her. “Baby, I can’t stay where m’brother-“

“D. Stop.” She cut him off. “I need to think.”

“No time.” He shook his head. “You gotta make a decision.”

“A decision?” She gaped at him. “Between your brother and the people I just risked my ass to save?”

“Between me-“

“Don’t do this. Don’t make this personal.”

“How is this not personal?”

“Because it’s not you, baby, it’s him. He is not you.” She gestured at Merle. “He’s the one who kidnapped and tortured Glenn and Maggie. The one who started windin’ you up the minute he saw ya.”

“Windin’ me up?” His face colored. “He's an asshole but he ain’t manipulative.”

“Yes, he is. If he wanted to come back with you, why did he start instigating shit?”

He made a frustrated motion with his hand. “That’s just who he is.”

“Yes! A manipulative asshole.” She threw her hands up. “That’s beside the point. D, we have been with these people for nearly a year.”

“So? I’ve known Merle my entire life.”

“They are family, baby. I won’t leave them.”

“What ‘bout me?” He locked his jaw. “You’ll leave me, but not them.”

“I'm not leaving, you are.” She deflated. “You're making the decision to leave. What am I supposed t’do?”

“Come with me!” He fought to keep his voice down.

She sucked in a breath. “Daryl, I can’t… I need to think.”

“I ain't leavin’ my brother again.” He reached out for her. She sidestepped him. “He’s m’blood.”

She shook her head, trying to clear it enough to see a way out of this.

Daryl scoffed and moved away, back towards Rick. “Well, guess that decides it. It’s always been me and Merle before this.”

She fought to breathe, chest clenching up. “Just give me time to think.”

“You made your choice.” He threw over his shoulder.

She squatted, ignoring whatever further discussion was being had and focusing on breathing normally. Maggie joined her, hand rubbing at her back.

Mitzi’s eyes caught Daryl’s. She could see him visibly react, sucking in air like she had forced it from his lungs.

**

“Where’s Mitzi?”

Glenn nodded at the window. “‘Main Guard tower.”

Daryl squinted at him. “She went back out there?”

“Never left.” Hershel kept his eye on Merle. “Hasn’t stepped out of the guard tower since she got back. Hasn’t spoken a word.”

“The attack was the first we’ve seen of her since we got back.” Glenn supplied, cutting his eyes to glare at Merle. “Maggie tried to go up there, check on her. Mitzi wouldn’t open the door.”

“I doubt she’s eaten.” Maggie nodded. “The only way we knew she’s still alive is the sound of her rifle. Those walkers out past the field were all her. She was picking them off yesterday.”

“I don’t want her to be upset, but she might’ve solved a problem for us.” Carol crossed her arms over her chest. “I bet she’s already cleared the field.”

Hershel nodded. “That’s true.”

Daryl sucked in a breath and nodded. “Right. I’ll go get her.”

Glenn made a face. “Good luck and godspeed. She’s pretty angry.”

“You chasing’ after your girl, brother?” Merle cackled. “Just let her untwist her panties, she’ll come ‘round.“

Daryl shook his head. “Shut up, Merle.”

“So that lil bit of redhead cooze is worth your dignity? Thought I raised you better.” He sucked on his tongue. “Gotcha all pussy-whipped. What a shame.”

Daryl rotated his shoulder, agitated. “I said, ‘Shut the fuck up, Merle’.”

Merle opened his mouth to speak, Glenn cut him off, grinning maliciously. “You don’t remember Mitzi that well, d’ya Merle?”

“Course I remember her.” Merle made a face. “What does that have t’do with anythin’?”

“You know what they say about redheads.” Glenn glanced up at Merle. “And she’s fuckin’ pissed at you. But telling you what to do, but I would be, at the very least, nervous.”

Merle glanced at Daryl, who shrugged. Glenn continued. “Pretty sure the rumor was that she had kicked your ass back at the old camp. If she didn’t then…” he whistled. “I’m sure she’s up for it now.”

Merle dismissed him with a wave. “Got a couple pot shots off. I ain’t worried. I outweigh-“

“So did Shane and she beat the holy shit out of Shane.”

Maggie nodded. “Shane couldn’t even put up a fight.”

Merle ignored them.

**

“I know you’re pissed. Y’got every right.”

She didn’t look at him, didn’t react.

“Spitfire.”

She huddled down deeper into herself, pressing into the corner, knees to her chest.

He sighed and sat next to her. She crossed her arms across her chest, effectively hugging her M110.

He rubbed a hand over his face. “He’s my brother.”

“He’s blood.”

He nodded.

“So fuck me then.”

He sucked in a breath. “I didn’t say that.”

“Didn’t need to.” She started picking at her cuticles.

“Look.. I know, I fucked up.”

She shook her head, twisting her lips in a dismissive moue. “Nah, that’s just how it is.”

“How what is?”

“It. Life.”

“Baby-“

“Fuck off.” Her thumb bled. “Go find your brother.”

He reached over to cover her fidgeting hands. She jerked away.

He let his head hang, rubbing over the back of his head. “Mitz-“

“What do you want?” She still wasn’t looking at him, still picking at her cuticles.

“You t’talk t’me.” He shifted so he was looking at her more fully.

She grunted, eyes on her now-bleeding ring finger. “For what purpose?”

“What purpose?” He dropped his head against the wall behind him. “Baby, I… I fuckin’ suck at this. I don’t know how t’explain what-“ he made a frustrated noise. “I know I hurt ya, I ain’t never seen you look that way, like I had just sucker punched ya.”

He looked up and caught her eyes. “M’sorry.”

She didn’t look the way he expected. No stormy anger, no piercing glare. She looked frightened, eyes wide, pupils darting around the small room. Daryl felt his chest tighten.

She stood and shouldered her rifle. “I need to shoot somethin’.”

She walked onto the balcony, spending the next ten minutes popping off walkers. When the magazine was empty, she turned and sucked in a shaky breath.

“I don’t generally assume people like me. My parents didn't even like me.” She gestured at the prison. “I’m just now starting to not struggle to believe that they might give a fuck about me. I am not dumb enough to do that generally.”

He stood, approaching her with quiet, cautious steps like she was a frightened animal.

“But… I think I was-“ She squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in a harsh breath. “I was dumb enough to believe you did.”

She rubbed at her face, shielding her eyes from his. “I know we’ve never really talked ‘bout it so maybe this is partially my fault. I should’ve known, shouldn’t ‘ve assumed but-“

He shook his head. “Baby, stop. Look at me.”

She wouldn’t, eyes focusing down at the floor. She shook her head, stepping away from him as he reached for her. “I just thought you’d at least consider me, but maybe that’s an overstatement of what this is.”

He cupped her shoulders slowly, gently, pressing his forehead to her temple.

He could feel the tension in her body, the occasional heaving convulsion, like her body wanted to sob but she wasn’t letting it. “Baby-“

She shook her head, biting her lip hard enough to bleed.

“Mitzi.” He grabbed the rifle from her limp hand, setting it against the wall behind him. “Baby, you ain’t overstatin’ nothin’.”

She scoffed, tears starting fall despite her attempts to control it, and tried to pull away.

He tutted, hand sliding from her shoulder to her jaw. “Don’t leave. We ain’t done.”

“You walked away, D. You looked me in my eye, threw down an impossible ultimatum and walked away. Didn’t even give me time to process, to understand, to make any kinda decision.” She shrugged powerlessly. “That kinda feels done.”

“Well, we ain’t.” His voice was adamant. “You said you were dumb enough to believe I gave a fuck about ya. I do. Don’t hafta believe anythin’, it’s true.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’ll bite. You give a fuck. What happened then? I don’t get it so you’re gonna hafta explain it. It sure doesn’t square with you givin’ even an iota of a fuck ‘bout me.”

He sighed, frustrated with his own lack of verbosity. “I know why I did it.” She shook her head and tried to pull away. He held her fast and squeezed her shoulders. “I’m not sayin’ it was the right call, but I know why I did it. I hate that I hurt’ya, but I did th’only thing I could think of. He’s m’brother.”

She breathed deep. “I appreciate that, I do. But Glenn is my brother, Maggie is my sister. They are part of our family.” She pointed between them. “Part of our family that Merle hurt.”

He nodded absently, squinting at her.

“Every day we chose to help them- and us -survive to the next day, we were choosing them.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “We talked about leavin’, I know that, but we didn’t. We stayed. That choice made them our family. They are our family now.”

He looked hurt. “So if I had given ya time t’think you wouldn’t a’left with me?”

She rubbed at her sternum and shrugged. “I don’t know. It woulda been difficult but we coulda talked about it. Preferably, here, where we are safe. Not out there in the middle’a nowhere with Glenn unable to walk.”

Daryl shook his head. “They wouldn’t a’let him come back.”

“Baby, what did ya expect? Your brother tortured them. If we had taken time to think, we coulda worked somethin’ out.”

He nodded. “A’ight. Say we had, what could we have done?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. Keep him close? Set him up in a guard tower until amends could be made. He woulda needed to be part of that, though, woulda needed to want to make amends.”

He rubbed his hands over the back of his head. “Wasn’t too keen on that. Still isn’t.”

She nodded. “And what I said stands. Merle started windin’ you up the minute he laid eyes on ya. Didn’t want to follow the rules. Maybe he didn’t want to be under Rick’s thumb. I dunno, but Merle wants things his way.”

He sighed. “Yeah, you were right. Merle’s a stubborn suma’bitch. Started talking’ shit the minute we left. M’sorry.”

She breathed deep. “I’m sorry too. I know you weren’t tryin’ to force my hand, just lookin’ for support-“

He shook his head. “Ain’t no reason to apologize. I saw that look on your face every time I blinked while I was out there. Probably see it in my sleep tonight.”

She rubbed at her forehead and his hand shifted, massaging at the back of her neck. Stepping fully against him, she pressed her face into his chest.

“And y’gotta know that everyone down there loves the shit outta ya. You’re their family, too.”

She shrugged. “I’m convenient.”

He wrapped himself around her, shaking his head into her hair.

“Ain’t nuthin’ convenient ‘bout you, woman.”

She was silent for a spell and Daryl wanted to knock his own teeth in when she started shaking against him.

He pushed her lightly away only to realize she was laughing.

“I don’t know if that was a compliment or not.”

He shrugged and she reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes. He knocked his forehead against hers.

“Let’s go back.”

She nodded and leaned over to pick up her rifle.

“I am sorry.”

She looked up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You are forgiven.”

**

She set her cleaning kits down and set to cleaning the group’s cache of weaponry. She was breaking down a pistol when she saw Merle sit down across from her.

“Spitfire-”

She didn’t look at him. “Daryl calls me that. No one else.”

“Now, now…” He hummed. “Y’still angry with me?”

“Yeah.” She fed a barrel brush through the pistol’s barrel with staccato movements that bordered on violent. She glanced at Merle. “How’d ya know?”

He seemed to hesitate. She smiled sharply. “You rememberin’ the day you met me?”

He made a face, shaking his head. “No… no, I just think that… seein’ as you’re with m’brother and I’m not leavin’ him any time soon, we should come to some sorta agreement.”

“Like what?” She set down the barrel with an echoing click.

“Like you stay outta m’way, I stay outta yours.”

She grinned. “You in my way right now, though.” She reassembled the gun and reached for another one. She checked the clip and pulled back the slider. Catching his eye and holding it, she test-fired the empty weapon, pointing it at the ground.

He shifted. “How so?”

“This is my home, these people are my family, your brother is my partner. Anythin’ or anyone who thinks t’get between me n’them is in my way.”

He held up his hands. “I ain’t tryin’ to get in between you n’my brother.”

“Coulda fooled me.” She broke down the gun, maintaining eye contact. “Daryl told me what y’all talked about while you were out there. I know you care for him, I do, but your way of caring fuckin’ sucks.”

He nodded vaguely, rubbing a hand over his neck.

“Daryl is not the same little brother you knew a year ago.” She cleaned the barrel. “He has grown and changed. He’s stronger, more confident, happier. And I’ll be damned if you ruin it, if you start breakin’ him down the way your father broke you two down. Makin’ him doubt himself, doubt his decisions.”

Merle sighed. “So how do we do this? Can’t imagine you wanna be at odds until the end of time.”

“You can start by treating Daryl with some respect. Treat him like a man, not some broken, little boy you can boss around.”

He nodded.

“And you can stop bein’ an asshole.” She grinned. “Tall ask, I know, but stop antagonizing people for no good reason.”

He winced comically. “You don’t ask a lot, do’ya, Lil Bit?”

“Nothin’ a big, strong, tough man like yourself can’t handle.”

**

“Must not have been many walkers.”

Andrea looked up at her and shook her head. “Daryl and Martinez are comparing dicks.”

“Ah…” Mitzi chuckled. “Men, amiright?”

“You would think that with the end of the world, people would shake some old habits.”

“That ain’t ever gonna change, hun. I think it’s ingrained in them. In us too… though it looks different.”

Andrea considered her quietly. “What looks different?”

“Competition. I think it’s instinctual. Keeps the whole race goin’ forward.”

“Maybe so.”

“Speakin’ of men…” Mitzi sighed and sat on the bench next to Andrea. “You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Andrea sucked in a breath, gearing up for an argument.

“I’m teasing, chill. You obviously didn’t know he was bat-shit.” Mitzi grinned. “Though I would think someone as smart as you would be better at seeing the signs, it’s still not your fault.”

Andrea nodded. “Thank you for that. I’m having a hard time remembering that it’s not my fault.”

Mitzi sighed. “That’s hard to do sometimes.”

“Michonne knew. She tried to tell me.” Andrea rubbed a hand over her face.

“She seems like a very intuitive person. Why didn’t you listen?”

“I…” Andrea stuttered. “I was tired. I wanted what he offered. The safety, the rest.”

“He preyed on your weaknesses.” Mitzi nodded. “I knew someone like him when I was in the military. Charming suma’bitch but I could smell crazy on ‘em.”

“Did you ever date him?”

Mitzi barked out a laugh. “Nah, he wouldn’t a’wanted me. Being heavily tattooed and mouthy is usually a pretty good deterrent for his type.” She fiddled with her scope. “He went after this pretty little Air Force liaison.”

Andrea hummed. “What happened?”

“She was married. He got her pregnant while on tour, when her husband couldn’t have. Pretended like he didn’t know she was married. Had connections that kept him outta hot water. They prosecuted her for adultery.”

Andrea looked uncomfortable. “I didn’t know there were laws like that still on the books.”

“Military does what it wants.”

“Do you know what happened after that?”

Mitzi sighed. “Nope. Had to keep my nose outta it. Woulda killed him.”

They were silent for a while, until Daryl and Martinez returned, the former holding out a fresh cigarette to her.

She smiled up at him, accepting his chaste kiss. “Thank you, baby.”

Nodding, he eyed them and lit the cigarette for her, moving back towards the door to check the perimeter.

Mitzi turned her head to blow the smoke away from Andrea. “He’s gonna kill ya, y’know that right?”

Andrea shook her head. “Phillip wouldn’t-“

“Don’t be dumb.” Mitzi caught her eyes. “Phillip is gonna do whatever it takes to get whatever it is he wants.”

Andrea sighed heavily. “Carol told me to kill him after sleeping with him.”

“A little Black Widow action.” Mitzi nodded. “Not a bad idea.”

“I don’t know if I can… do that.”

The doors started opening and Mitzi nodded at Daryl, standing up. “Better figure it out, princess. Clock’s a’tickin’.”

**

They entered into the carnage with quick, quiet steps, dispatching walkers here and there as quietly as they could.

She turned to check their blind spot, stepping backwards and nearly running into Daryl’s back when he pulled up short.

Looking around him, she bit at her lip. Merle’s corpse lifted his head.

His shoulders started to shake and she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He sucked a deep breath in as Merle’s corpse stood, still chewing on the man laying on the ground beneath him.

He passed her his crossbow and pulled his knife, starting to sob in earnest. Shouldering her rifle, she wrapped her arms around the crossbow.

Daryl knocked Merle’s corpse back, the walker immediately coming back again. Merle snarled as Daryl stabbed him in the shoulder, using the knife to gain control of the bigger body. He shoved the walker over and followed it down, stabbing the knife into its head and chest repeatedly.

She stayed silent, allowing him to vent his grief and frustration without comment or judgment. She kept an eye on the other walkers, hand on her knife in case one of them caught wind of their presence.

Body racked with heavy sobs, he stayed hunched over Merle’s body. After a few moments, she walked over and squeezed his shoulder.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get him in the barn. Can’t bury him but we can at least get him out of the sun.”

Daryl pulled his bandana out of his pocket and wiped his face. He nodded and stood, taking his bow back from her and throwing the shoulder strap over his shoulder. Together, they dragged Merle’s body into the barn.

Once they cleared the room of any potential threat, Mitzi knelt to arrange his body respectfully and ensure that his eyes were closed.

“Bye, Merle.”

She looked up at him and he nodded, blinking away tears. He reached over and tapped at Merle’s chest. He turned and she followed him out.

They left and were silent for a long while as they worked their way back to the prison.

“I’m glad ya came with me.” Daryl breathed deep. “You didn’t hafta.”

She nodded and reached over to squeeze his side. “Course I did. You’re my man. Not gonna let you do that by yourself.”

Daryl leaned over briefly to kiss her head, muttering something into her hair.

She wrapped her arm around his waist. “What was that?”

He shook his head. “You ain’t gonna wanna hear it.”

She made a face at him. “You don’t know that.”

He muttered something under his breath, turning away from her to check the horizon.

“D, say it to my fuckin’ face.” She smiled, taking the sting out of her words.

He sucked in a breath and turned back. “Love ya.” He cleared his throat. “I love you.”

She gaped at him.

Daryl looked uncomfortable, making to move ahead. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

“Caught me off guard, s’all.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”

Part 5