#i was taking a nap and she woke me up from a dead sleep to ask me to go to mcdonalds for her???

[tittyinfinity]

God my family is so rude about people who are sleeping

[miupow]

I need a fic where pregnant reader feels so gross and unattractive but she doesn’t realize Soobin is so down bad for pregnant her. Like he goes out of his way to show her just how turned on he is but nothing works, until one day he presses himself against her and it finally clicks for her and she gets the nastiest wetted sex of her life like he’s trying to get her pregnant again like ugh

⧼ 🍼 ⧽ ── GROWING PAINS 。

soobin needs you to know just how much he loves your new body。

╭♡ pairing 。〃choi soobin x fem!reader ! genre 。〃pure smut , fluff ! warning 。〃minors do not interact! pregnant!reader , husband!soobin , pregnancy kink , lactation kink , breeding kink , dirty talk , praise kink , sub top!soobin , handjob (m.rec) , oral (f. rec) , mentions of unprotected sex

a/n 。〃not proofread ! my first time writing pregnant!reader, so let me know if it sucks! also take a shot every time i use the word “nipple” lol

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you had found a lot of solace in baking as of recent— it was one of the few things you could still do this far along in your pregnancy, big belly and aching joints always getting in the way of everything else. you just couldn’t stand the thought of laying around all day, wasting all of your maternity leave doing nothing except waiting for your husband to come home from work. you had to make yourself useful somehow.

you hear the front door open just as you slide your pie into the oven, the soft jingling of keys reaching your ears as your husband drops them in the trinket dish you keep in the hallway. before you can turn to greet him strong arms wrap themselves around your protruding belly, soobin’s tall frame hunched over to bury his face in your neck, plant sweet kisses to your skin.

“i’m home, bunny,” he mumbles against your collarbone, his trail of kisses slowly leading down your shoulder. “how are my perfect girls doing?”

“hi honey, you’re home early,” you giggle, turning your head to give him a kiss; he hums against your lips, big hands rubbing your belly through the loose dress you wore. he was always extra touchy after getting home from work, but this was odd even for him. he must have had a bad day, you thought. “‘m all sore ‘n tired; the twins woke me up from my nap and i couldn’t go back to sleep so i decided to make dessert early so it’ll be cooled down by tonight.”

“mm, you’re so good to me. i’m sorry the babies are bothering you, honey,” soobin replied, pressing his body flush against yours. “the boss let me go early; i finished up that project he wanted done before the deadline, he said i needed to go home and help out my wife. go rest and i’ll take care of you, i’ve been thinking about you all day, baby….”

“oh, sweetie… well, i wouldn’t mind a hand in cleaning up the kitchen—“ you start, but stop dead in your tracks— you can feel soobin’s cock against the swell of your ass, thick and heavy through his slacks. he rocks his hips up against you gently, an almost inaudible whimper falling from the bunny lips he buried in your hair.

“binnie,” you whimper, arousal pooling in your belly despite your shock, “you’re hard.”

“‘m sorry, bunny,” he groans into your ear, deep and dripping with desire. it knocks the wind out of your lungs, makes you gasp against his lips when he leans in for another, filthier kiss. “you’re just so sexy, i’ve been needing you so bad… thinking about your beautiful body all day while trying to get my work done..”

you frown at the words ‘beautiful body’, squirming in your husband’s grip. he notices in an instant, your sweet husband always so perceptive to how you were feeling; whining and pouting those plump bunny lips you adored. “i don’t understand why you’re so self conscious… god, you’re so perfect— this is the best you’ve ever looked, you look so beautiful carrying my children, baby. it makes me so fucking crazy, you have no idea…”

“really..?” you turn to look at him, and his eyes lock with yours— the raw hunger you find in his gaze is unlike anything you had ever seen before from your sweet, shy husband.

his hands caressed your tummy and hips, slid up your sides to cup your swollen, sensitive tits, bare underneath your dress. the gentlest squeeze was enough to get you to gasp and moan, your puffy nipples threatening to leak, soobin drinking up your reactions like he wishes to drink your milk. “let me show you how much i love your body, please…”

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“binnie, oh my god, slow down! you’re gonna make me cum again!” you wail, your hands shaking as they tug at the hem of your little dress. you couldn’t see your husband over the swell of your belly, but you could feel his lips and tongue hot and heavy against your pussy, sliding up between your pussy lips to swirl around your clit. you were still recovering from the last orgasm he slurped out of you, your pussy drunk husband refusing to let up his onslaught of pleasure even as you cried, begged, and tugged at his hair— far too soon was that dizzying pleasure building back up in your tummy, your thighs shaking in soobin’s grip as he pushed you further and further to the edge.

“fuck yes, do it, cum for me!” soobin moans with his mouth full, tongue dipping deep into your hole, big hands tightening their grip and tugging you impossibly closer. “cum on my face, baby, please! make a mess—!”

his desperation does you in; you cum again with a sharp cry, your overstimulated little pussy pulsating uncontrollably as soobin eagerly laps up every drop of your release. you soak your thighs, your dress, and the bed underneath you— and, as soobin presses a kiss to your clit and pulls away from your slippery pussy to shoot you a silly, satisfied smile, you can see that you’ve soaked the bottom half of his face as well. it drips from his chin as he crawls up over you, his eyes slowly trailing from your flushed face down to your quivering tits.

and just as he takes in the sight of your heaving chest, his eyes widen and his mouth drops agape. confused, you follow his gaze… and take in the sight of two identical wet patches seeping through your white dress, your puffy nipples visible and budding noticeably through the fabric.

you had leaked milk in the midst of your climax.

“oh god,” you whine shamefully, raising your hands to attempt to hide the mess. “i’m so sorry, don’t look—“

soobin grabs your wrists in a rush before you could cover yourself, big brown eyes still glued to your tits. “fuck, bunny..” he marvels, licking his lips, “did i make you do that? that’s so sexy, holy shit—“

“s-sexy?” you stammer, shocked at his reaction. soobin nods.

“can i touch?” he asks in almost a whisper, eyes finally leaving your chest to blink up at you wantonly “please let me touch you, please..”

a hesitant “okay…” was all that he needed, instantly letting go of your wrists to tug down the top of your dress and take large handfuls of your breasts. more milk leaks out onto his fingers from the rough handling, making him groan deep in his chest as he marvels at the sight of the pearly white droplets cascading down the swell of your tits. your spent, sensitive pussy throbs at the sound, your husband sounding so unbelievably ruined and needy.

“so pretty…” soobin mumbles, wet fingertips beginning to pinch and tweak at your embarrassingly hard nipples. “my wife’s so pretty with my babies in her belly. gonna be such a good mommy… god bunny, i want to keep you pregnant forever, all full of me, claimed by me, so everyone knows you’re mine—!”

his fingers tighten harshly around your nipples, the pressure causing your milk to squirt out obscenely; soobin watches in awe, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he pants like a dog, kneads your sensitive swollen tits rougher and rougher. you fist the bedsheets and writhe under his touch, your high-pitched, broken gasps and moans reverberating off the walls of your shared bedroom— briefly you have half the mind to pray that your neighbors aren’t home.

soobin dips his head to nose along the contours of your breast, his hot breath tickling your skin; those spit-slick bunny lips just barely ghost your bud, a jolt of electricity shooting down your spine as his tongue sneaks out to lap the lingering milk off of your skin.

he looks up at you with watery eyes, smirk plastered on his lips at your pathetic whimper. “can i.. can i have a taste?” he asks quietly, deep voice octaves lower than you’ve ever heard it. “let me taste you…please, baby, i can’t take it anymore…”

you nod desperately, throwing your head back against the pillows, and soobin shoots you a deadly smirk before sealing his lips around your nipple.

he lets out a deep moan as his mouth fills with milk, sucking with a voracious hunger; you cry out in pleasure, letting go of the sheets to grab desperately at his dark hair. you tug mindlessly at the strands as his suction deepens, soobin letting out the prettiest choked whimper that goes straight to your quickly wetting pussy.

he sucks until your tit runs dry, pulling off of your irritated bud with an obscene string of saliva— wordlessly he moves on to your other neglected nipple, his fingers coming back up to play with the one he released. the combined sensations are almost too much for you, your shaking legs wrapping tight around soobin’s trim waist; you can feel the curve of his rock hard cock grind against your dripping cunt, drenching the thin fabric of his boxers and aiding in the delicious slide of his hot fat shaft against your slit. your pussy suddenly feels so painfully empty, your hips bucking in desperation as soobin empties your other breast of milk. “you feel what you do to me?” he mumbles against your flesh, hips picking up speed, “feel how hard you make me?”

the hand you had in soobin’s hair trails down his chest to his straining cock, rubbing his twitching shaft through his boxers; soobin cries out around your nipple, his hips stuttering, and you can’t help but giggle as you dip your hand below his waistband.

the tip of his cock throbs an angry red, thick fat shaft slapping wetly against his taut belly. “all this for me?” you purr, gathering the precum dripping from his cockhead to slick up your hand; it only takes a few slow pumps of his cock to get soobin begging, your poor husband wound up and aching for release.

“please, please baby, let me fuck you— i gotta fuck you, i’m so hard it hurts,” he whimpers, releasing your tit with a wet pop, “gotta fill you up, put more babies in you… gonna be such a happy family..”

what kind of wife would you be to say no?

[rosierin]

and that's on period | atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis; (y/n) is on day two of her period. her morning starts with atsumu asking the dumbest questions known to man and ends with a nap on the couch

requested by an anon!! <3

a/n; this is unfortunately based off a real conversation i've had with some friends

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

(Y/n) woke up in pain.

There was a special kind of betrayal that came from her own uterus.

Like, sure. Go ahead. Shed the lining or whatever. Do your thing. But did it really have to involve fainting? Back pain? The rage? She hadn’t asked for this. She hadn’t voted for this. She hadn’t even seen it coming. And now, here she was, curled up like a dead shrimp under two blankets, silently swearing vengeance upon Eve.

Day Two. The worst day. The bloodbath. The hunger. The irrational anger toward any minor inconvenience. She was fighting for her life.

One eye cracked open. The soft morning light streaming through her window mocked her. Birds chirped outside like they were in a Studio Ghibli film. Someone in the house was playing music. Probably Osamu—he was always the first one up. Freak.

The heating pad had gone lukewarm. Her lower back was staging a coup. The cramps felt like Satan himself was clawing out of her intestines with a pitchfork made of molten lava and rusty needles.

And yet… she had to rise.

Not out of strength. Not out of bravery. Out of one, tragic truth: she was so hungry.

With the grace of a tranquilized sloth, she rolled out of bed and groaned. Every step toward the door was a choice. A war. A scene. The hallway was too bright. The stairs? Fuck the stairs. By the time she dragged herself into the kitchen, she looked like a background character in a zombie apocalypse—half-dead, feet dragging, blank stare, no will to live.

And the audacity? The actual audacity?

They were all already there.

Osamu stood at the stove like some domestic anime dad, flipping something in a pan with way too much cheer for someone who willingly woke up 8:47 a.m. Atsumu was at the table, shovelling food into his mouth like he’d just discovered taste buds. And Suna. Suna. Somehow finished with breakfast and was scrolling on his phone like he hadn’t just committed the ultimate betrayal by being awake before her.

He took one look at her. Looked back down.

“You look awful.”

(Y/n) blinked at him. Considered violence. Narrowed her eyes.

“Watch your mouth, Rintarou,” she said flatly, voice still raspy from sleep. “I’m not in the mood.”

Suna blinked once. Tilted his head slightly. Raised a single eyebrow. Oh? it said.

Yeah—'oh'. Her face said back.

Atsumu snorted into his food.

Osamu looked up from the stove, genuinely concerned. “Uh-oh,” he muttered. “She used yer full name. Better watch it."

“I don’t mean to be that guy,” Suna said, chewing on the end of his spoon, “but… are you on your period?”

She didn’t even sit down—just collapsed into the nearest chair, dragging it out like a forklift with no brakes. The legs screeched against the tiles in protest. Her spine might have dislocated. She rested her forehead dramatically against the table.

“Yes,” she muttered like a curse.

“Damn,” Osamu said softly, pouring miso soup into a bowl and setting it in front of her with lowkey reverence, like he was offering a sacrifice to an ancient god. “Back pain?”

“Mhm.”

“Cramps?”

She let out the weakest “yeah” known to man.

“Faintin'?”

“Not yet. Don’t jinx it.”

Atsumu, completely lacking any kind of survival instincts, poked her side with the handle of his spoon. “C'mon, it can't be that bad."

(Y/n) lifted her head just enough to glare at him. “Try me, Miya.”

Suna didn’t even look up. “If I were you, I’d stop while I’m still breathing.”

There was a short silence after that. Not a tense one, but still a kind that could either end in forgiveness or a fork to the neck.

(Y/n) closed her eyes. Debated taking a nap right there on the kitchen table.

She actually felt somewhat at peace. In fact, she could already feel sleep trying to pull her into its warm embrace…

Only for Atsumu to open his mouth.

Classic.

“…Can't ya hold it in? You know, like pee?”

Her eyes opened. Slowly. Like they didn’t want to witness what was happening.

Suna’s spoon clinked softly against his bowl.

Osamu turned off the stove.

How he’d asked that—with the confidence of a man who had never once known humility—she had no bloody (hah, get it?) idea.

(Y/n) slowly lifted her head from the table to look at him. Her expression was that of a disappointed teacher who knew her student had failed without even opening the exam.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Atsumu frowned, genuinely offended. “What? ’M just askin’! God forbid a guy wants to learn about the female anatomy.”

“You’ve spent plenty of time learning about the female anatomy.”

Her voice was dry enough to peel paint.

Suna sniggered. Even Osamu huffed a laugh, turning back to his pan with the tiniest smirk.

Atsumu leaned back, draping one arm over the back of his chair, the other lifting in a lazy shrug. “Touché.”

(Y/n) almost growled.

First, because of Atsumu's sly little smirk. Second, because her cramps were flaring again, a sharp jab low in her abdomen, and she pressed her palm against the spot like she could will it into submission. It didn’t help. Nothing helped. Not while these three were talking like a panel of underqualified doctors.

Suna glanced up, judgement written all over his face. “Did you skip sex ed or something? Pretty sure they teach this stuff in high school.”

“Fuck sex ed,” Atsumu grumbled, sitting up straighter. “That didn’t teach us shit. They just—okay, they told us periods happened once a month and showed us how to put a condom on a banana. What was I supposed to learn from that?”

He was getting defensive now, which was rich coming from the guy who had just confused menstruation with bladder control.

Suna just stared at him and droned, “Pretty sure that’s not all they taught.”

“Might as well have been,” Atsumu groused. “Anyway. How long does it last? A week, right? Are ya bleedin’ that whole time?”

(Y/n) yawned into her sleeve. The movement made her wince. Her lower back felt like it had been kneaded by a truck.

“More or less,” she mumbled. “Some people less, some people more. Depends on each person, I guess.”

“That’s so long,” he said, genuinely horrified. “That’s like… seven days.”

“I know how long a week is, Atsumu.”

“Hey, I’m empathisin’ here!” he insisted, like he was somehow doing her a favour. “If yer gonna be all pale and crabby and fainty once a month, I wanna be informed.”

“Did you just say ‘fainty’?” she asked, snorting despite herself.

Suna also snorted. “He did. Stupid and illiterate."

(Y/n) bit back a grin. It tried to creep up anyway, tugging at the corner of her mouth despite her cramps and general state of doom.

Across the table, Atsumu looked one second away from dumping the rest of Suna’s miso soup in his lap. His eye twitched. His grip on his chopsticks tightened. But then—miraculously—he exhaled, rolled his eyes, and moved on like the bigger person. Or at least, a slightly less dramatic one.

He leaned in again, weirdly serious, resting his elbows on the table like this was a press conference.

“Okay, but is it true that chocolate helps? Or is that just a myth?”

“Not a myth,” Osamu said before she could even open her mouth. He was gathering their empty plates now, calm and competent, the only twin with functioning brain cells, apparently.

(Y/n) nodded faintly, her cheek pressed to the table again. “Mhmm. Chocolate has magnesium, and magnesium helps cramps or whatever.”

She sounded exhausted. She was exhausted. Just sitting upright was work, and she's pretty sure her soup had gone lukewarm.

Suna shook his head, grave. “Atsumu, I’m being dead serious. How have you managed to live this long?”

“Quit treatin’ me like I’m stupid!” Atsumu snapped. “Is it really that weird for a guy to not know every single detail about periods?”

Suna and Osamu responded in the flattest unison possible:

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

(Y/n) didn’t even lift her head. Just pinched the bridge of her nose with a quiet wince. “You asked me if I could hold it in like pee.”

“Alright, alright—I get it, ya can’t.” He clicked his tongue, shoved the rest of his omelette in his mouth and bit out, “remind me to never ask you guys a question again.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the resigned little laugh that slipped out. God, this was so dumb.

“Plus,” Atsumu added, gesturing toward Suna with his chopsticks like he was pointing out Exhibit A, “he has a sister! 'Course he knows about this stuff.”

Suna raised a brow. "So? You’ve had girlfriends before.”

Atsumu huffed, speaking between mouthfuls. “And? Believe it or not, periods are rarely a topic that come up over dinner.”

Osamu muttered under his breath, disbelieving, “You’ve taken girls to dinner?”

(Y/n) scoffed, practically sneered. “Yeah. If by ‘dinner’ he means treating them to a takeout. As aftercare, probably.”

Atsumu turned to glare at her. “First callin’ me dumb, and now yer slut shamin’? I can't catch a break around 'ere."

“If the shoe fits, pretty boy.”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes. “Y’know, usually I wouldn’t mind that insult, but now…”

(Y/n) arched a brow.

He wisely shut his mouth.

Osamu, mercifully, set a plate of tamagoyaki in front of her with a chuckle. “Eat first,” he said gently, like speaking to a wounded animal. “Murder him later.”

(Y/n) sighed and picked up her chopsticks, her body aching in about six different places.

It was stupid. It was ridiculous. They were idiots.

Well—Atsumu was an idiot.

And yet—somewhere under the cramps and the fog and the hormonal death wish—she felt a teensy bit better.

She didn’t say anything about it. Just ate in quiet, measured bites, letting the chatter around her hum like white noise.

Breakfast eventually fizzled out.

The conversation shifted—something about a failed group project Suna was in and Osamu’s new beef with the washing machine—but (y/n) stopped listening somewhere around her third bite of tamagoyaki. The fog in her brain was thick, and now that she was full and slightly less homicidal, the urge to melt into the couch was overwhelming.

Her body ached in quiet, pulsing waves. Her cramps had dulled into a background throb, and her limbs felt too heavy to carry around anymore. She sat there, cheek resting against her knuckles, listening to the boys bicker like background static.

And for once, she didn’t mind the noise.

There was something weirdly… safe about it all. The way none of them flinched. The way no one had made it weird. No awkward silences. No eye rolls or "TMI"s or other terms she’d grown used to from guy friends in the past. Just chit-chat. Sass. A little idiocy. And a lot of miso.

It was...comforting.

She didn’t say anything, just picked up her bowl, rinsed it quietly, and slipped out of the kitchen. She could still hear them talking behind her as she shuffled to the living room—the scrape of chairs, Osamu sighing about the state of the sink, and Suna muttering something about group chats and late assignments.

The couch greeted her like a long-lost lover. She curled up against the cushions and sighed—body sore, brain mushy, warmth spreading across her spine like syrup.

A few moments later, footsteps padded into the room. She didn’t look up. Just hummed in vague acknowledgment.

“Didn’t think you’d make it more than ten minutes before crashin’,” Atsumu said casually, plopping down beside her with a dramatic exhale like he was the one in agony.

(Y/n) said nothing. Just shifted slightly… and let her head fall into his lap.

She felt him flinch. Just a tiny, startled twitch beneath her ear. Not enough to move her, but enough to make her smirk.

“Well this is new,” he muttered.

She didn’t bother opening her eyes. “What is?”

“You,” he said. “One minute yer prickly and murderous. The next yer all cuddly.”

She yawned. “That also comes with being on your period. Make the most of it.”

He huffed a laugh, and she could hear the smirk in his voice when he replied, “don't hafta tell me twice."

She didn’t have the energy to sass him back. She was too warm. Too tired. Too settled.

Then—gently, almost cautiously—his fingers threaded through her hair.

Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

Hell to the yes.

The softest, most docile sigh slipped past her lips like a fully tamed animal. His hand moved again, slow and rhythmic, combing through her strands like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She could feel sleep dragging her under, heavy and blissful and sweet.

“Don’t stop,” she mumbled.

“Bossy,” he said, a smile in his voice.

(Y/n) creaked one eye open and mustered the weakest glare known to man.

Atsumu chuckled. “Kiddin’. Go to sleep.”

He pushed her hair back from her forehead with an easy sweep of his fingers, and her eyes fluttered shut.

Yep. Fully domesticated.

Sleep took her quietly, tucked into the warmth of his lap, with his fingers still in her hair and the distant sound of dishes clinking somewhere behind her.

[junabyclairo]

inbox is empty u say ... im thinking about lip and a gf who is a SLEEPER. "where's y/n, i thought she was here?" asleep. she's dead asleep curled up in lip's bed with his pillows bc he's at work, and she was, well. sleepy!

maybe a blurb of this? <33 love your writings

this is so me, i am a napper. in high school i would come home from school and go to sleep and take a five hour nap it was so bad.

"hey, where's your girl? thought she was comin' over today." ian said, excited that you had come over.

"hm? she's sleepin' upstairs. she was asleep when i got back from work." lip was also happy you were coming over, but he knew much better than to wake you up from a nap, he's learned since previous times.

"she's sleeping again? jesus- how much do you think she sleeps in a day?"

"dunno, she sleeps through the night so, doesn't really matter."

"you gonna wake her up?" "fuck no, last time she looked like she was going to murder me after i woke her up, i learned my lesson," he looked up towards the stairs, "might go sleep with her though, a nap sounds nice." he went up the stairs and crawled into his bed where you were very peacefully sleeping, cuddled up with his pillow.

[kirislovelygf]

new haircut (sevika x fem! reader)

contents: you and sevika are married, takes place between acts 1-2 (season 2), you give sevika a haircut, found family trope with jinx & isha :(( fun family time :D

wrd count: 1.3k

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things have been crazy in the lanes for the past new months. i haven’t seen this many enforcers on our streets since.. actually i've never see this many.

ever since those noxians came and paid topside a visit, that kiraman girl had been on a serious power trip.

she became some kind of dictator down here and now she’s got her men flooding the streets. beating on people, putting up weord propoganda all over the city, arresting good men and women..

all in search for jinx. they're promising bullshit to anyone who turns over jinx to theauthorities but no one down here is dumb enough to do that.

sevika’s been trying to rally the undercity together for some kind of uprising but i’ve been helping jinx keep a low profile.

she’s never been good a laying low.

we’ve mostly spent these days playing in the hideout, taking naps all day, stuff like that. it’s more fun with her new little friend isha.

i’m not sure where she came from, but sevika told me she just.. fell from the sky basically. and just followed jinx around from then on.

the three of us were hanging out one night. i was playing around with my makeup on isha, who’s been begging me to use it on her.

“not too much, she’s still little.” jinx said as she was fixing a new gadget of hers at her desk.

“where you think she’s going? out to party? have some drinks? it’s just for fun.” i chuckled, raising my brush to isha’s eyes.

“close your eyes, sweetie.” i instructed. she did so with a cheeky smile. i smiled at her giddy fingers tapping the metal floor in excitement.

“we’re gonna do some glittery pink… it’ll look super pretty.” i told her.

as i continued, i heard the stomping of boots toward us.

i look over at sevika, home from another day of work.

“hi, vika.” i smiled.

“we doin’ makeovers?” she said jokingly as she walked over.

“yeah, she’s been crying for one for days.” i said. isha whines and hits my knee, making me laugh.

i look up at sevika staring at herself in the cracked mirror. she’s looking at the sides of her head and feeling the back of her head.

“what? realizing you woke up uglier than yesterday? i bet if your ask, she’ll give you your own makeover.” jinx giggled.

sevika stayed quiet before looking over at me.

“you think you can help me with something?” she asks.

“what is it?” i asked, looking for some lip gloss for isha.

“i’m not loving my hair.. it’s hard to tie it up with one arm.”

“what? i love your hair, vika. and i don’t mind doin’ it for you, i’ve said so already.” i said to her.

she chuckled. “it’s not just that. i’d like it better shorter.” she says, glancing at herself again.

jinx looks up and gasps. “can i cut it?”

“no.”

“you want it cut! you just said-“

“not by you.” she grumbled. jinx scoffs.

“i’m great tdoing hair. you think i sleep in these? every night..” she says, holding up one of her blue braids.

"and? you haven't cut your hair since you were a kid. that's literally baby hair-" sevika argued.

“it’s okay, i’ll help.. but i still think you should leave it as is.” i sighed.

“thanks. cause there’s no way i’m letting her near my head with scissors.” she said.

“no haircut is gonna make you look less like a grumpy troll under a bridge... just sayin.” jinx said before putting her goggles back on.

“hey. that’s my wife.” i snapped.

jinx mocks me before going back to fixing her gadget.

i put a bit of gloss in isha before i told her she was done and she jumped up to look at herself.

sevika laughed as isha tried jumping up to see her reflection but couldn’t reach.

she picked her up and set her on her leg so she could see herself. she smiled widely in admiration of herself.

i stand up. “okay.. now, where are the scissors?” i sighed out.

jinx giggled menacingly before going to a drawer and pulling out these sharp, deadly knives attached to each other.

isha gasps.

“oh hell no..” sevika grumbled.

“are you trying to behead her?” i laughed.

“they’re all i got.” jinx shrugged, holding them up with both hands.

i stare at her before she sighs, throwing the giant scissors aside and finding appropriately sized scissors in a drawer.

“thank you.” i said. i look at isha. “you gonna help me, kid?”

she shakes her head “no” and jumps down. i laughed softly before looking at sevika’s reflection.

i sighed out. “okay… are you sure?” i asked her.

“yeah.” she sighed out.

“hm..” i took out the hair tie from her hair and let her hair fall to the sides of her face.

“uh… okay.. jinx, come here, i don’t know shit about cutting hair.” i said.

“no!” sevika protested. i slapped her shoulder.

“stop being a baby! damn! i’m just gonna have her tell me what to do.”

sevika huffs in relief as jinx walks over to us.

“okay.. let’s see… what’s the vision? what’ll make you wanna fall in love with her all over again?” she asks me.

i shrugged. “i love her like this.” i patted my hand on her head. she looks at me with a bored face.

“okay nevermind, bitch. fuck you.” i snapped. she laughs.

jinx hums in thought. “okay.. i got it. we’re gonna go short in the back, long in the front. sound good?” she says.

“i don’t know.. are you sure?” sevika asked.

“yes, just trust me. jeez..” jinx grumbled. i laughed as sevika was getting visibly nervous.

jinx guided me to cut off sevika’s hair in a way that so that it doesn’t look like a chopped mess.

i cut off the last of hair before jinx found a razor to use.

“whoa, hey, im not tryin’ for no buzzcut.” she protested.

“it’s just for the sides, you crybaby.” jinx said. she puts it in my hand.

“i don’t know how you put up with her.” she says. i laughed. sevika grumbled.

“it was funny.” i snapped.

“anyway, just relax, baby. it doesn’t look that bad.” i said to her.

we lightly shaved the hair on her sides before i finally finished.

“okay.. let me see.” she turned to face us with her new look.

“see? not that bad. you look... less terrible.” jinx said.

“yeah, not that bad.” i nodded.

i was lying, i was so wet, holy shit. sevika looked so good with her new hair.

the bangs falling on her eyes, her neck looking clean, ugh i needed her:

she checks herself out in the mirror and isha gives her a thumbs up.

“it’s.. good. thanks.” she nodded.

i took a quick breath before looking at jinx.

“alright, well, we gotta get home.” i smiled.

“already? it’s like.. 7. you don’t usually get outta here till late.” jinx said, glancing at her junky clock on her desk.

“yeah, i’m not tryin’ to run into any enforcers talkin’ about some “curfew.” i'm a grown ass woman, i'll go home when i want." i chuckled, lying about my intentions.

she scoffs. “i get it. see ya.” she waved at us as isha did the same, but more enthusiastically.

she signs “thank you for the makeup.” and i sign back “you’re welcome.” before waving to her.

i took sevika’s hand and dragged her out of the hideout.

“you’re in a rush.” she laughed as we walked onto the street.

i pushed her into an alley and pulled her neck down to kiss her. she kissed me back in surprise but leaned into it when my hands slid up her neck and into her freshly shaven hair.

“i’m so sorry i said anything before about not cutting it. you look so fucking good-“

“yeah?”

before she continued, i kissed her again, this time, she laughed softly against my lips.

i couldn’t stop staring at her the whole way home. we’ve been married for like two years and i feel like i’m crushing on her all over again.

i spent the night our my room letting her know just how good i thought she looked.

⍣ ೋ

a/n: her bob in s2 is so RARARGDHJBGIDWODHNPIDOBUO

[ragingbookdragon]

Her hand subconsciously feels to the left side of the bed, reaching out for his hip, but when her hand feels cold sheets, she sits up, eyes bleary with sleep as she looks around. He’s gone, his clothes gone from the floor, and for a moment, she feels a blistering sting in her chest when she looks at her dead husband’s photo sitting on her bedside table. What a fool, she thinks as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and grabs the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Slipping it on, she walks into her daughter’s room and leans over the crib, ready to pick her up when her eyes widen as she stares at an empty bed. Panic floods her and she tries to calm down, thinks that JJ maybe got his sister out and put her in his bed.

She hurries to his room and opens the door, eyes bulging out of her head at this point. His Spider-Man bed is empty. Her feet carry her downstairs and in a flurry of worry, she runs around, checking the den, the dining room, the kitchen, the shed outside, there’s no sign of him or her children. Tears flood her vision as she grabs her phone inside on the bar and tries to fumble it open, only for the front door to crack open and someone start to yell, “Mummy!” Before a stern voice hushes them.

She runs to the front door and sees Simon cradling Morrigan in one arm, his other on the back of JJ’s shoulders, pushing him in the door with a quiet but firm, “Don’ wake y’er mum up.”

Her phone falls to the floor, and she runs to her children, yanking the baby from him, jostling her into a crying fit, as she wraps the other hand around JJ’s head and pulls them in for a tight grip.

“Mummy?” JJ asks, concern flooding his voice as Morrigan cries harder. “What’s wrong, mummy? Why are you crying?”

“Mummy’s not crying,” she says and shushes Morrigan until the baby is in hiccups and hands her to him. “Take Morrigan upstairs to her crib. I need to have a word with Simon.”

JJ takes the hiccuping child from her and he can’t help but say, “Mummy, Simon took us for ice cream!” She finally notices the brown stain on JJ’s pristine white shirt and the remains of chocolate around his mouth. “But Morrigan didn’t eat any. Uncle Simon gave her a bottle.”

“That’s good, baby,” she responds with a tight smile. “Take Morrigan upstairs, okay? She needs a nap.”

“Yes, mummy.”

He leaves and she stands, whirling on him, and he can tell he just lit a Roman candle the size of a mortar. “Love,” he starts, and she cuts him off with a swift and crisp slap that sends his face snapping to the side.

“You cannot just take my children without telling me!” She all but yells. “Letting you in my home is one thing but my children! Don’t you ever take my children out without waking me ever again!”

“Love,” he calms, not bothering to massage the stinging in his face. “I ‘ad everythin’ under control.”

She feels the storm brew in her throat, the tears in her eyes. “My children. My babies. His—our children.”

Simon reaches up, takes her face in his hands. “Look at me,” he says. “You were asleep. Peacefully. You were tired. You ‘ave been so tired. So exhausted from everything. I didn’ want to wake you.” He looks at her. “I took them out for some ice-cream so you could ‘ave a restful sleep with no one to bother you.”

Tears spill over and she manages to muster, “No one is going to hurt my children.”

He stares at her, copper eyes boring in hers as he promises, “Love, I would never hurt your children. I would never let anyone hurt your children.” He holds her firm in his hands, eyes ever-strong. “I would never let anyone hurt them. Or you.”

“They’re all I have left,” she cries. “My babies.”

“I know,” he says softly, brushing a hand over her cheek. “And I would die a thousand times before I ever let anyone hurt them.” He leans down and presses his forehead to hers. “Love, I would never hurt them.”

She feels the tears drip down her face as the pain in her chest begins to subside. “I woke up and you were gone. They were gone. I…I feared the worst. That he’d gotten them. That they’d taken you all.”

“No one is going to take us,” he murmurs, shutting his eyes. “I swear to you. No one is going to take us.”

Her hands clench in his hoodie. “You were gone.”

“I know,” he says. “I’m sorry, I shoulda left a note. I jus’ didn’ think you’d wake up ‘fore we got back.” He pulls away and cups her cheek again. “Love, you’ve been so tired. I jus’ wanted you to rest.”

“I know,” she agrees, even as he wipes her tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I slapped you, I’m so sorry,” she cries again.

He snorts and kisses her cheek. “Soap teach you to ‘it that ‘ard?” A surprised laugh bubbles out of her, and she can’t help but smile as the tears fall. “There’s tha’ smile,” he cooes and kisses her forehead. “God, I love tha’ smile.”

Her cheeks get hot and she reaches up, wiping her face. “I’m sorry.”

“Nah, love,” he shakes off. “Don’t be. I’d react the same if I were you.” He takes her hand and kisses it. “Go check on them, yeah? I’ll make you something to eat.”

She nods and turns, pausing at the staircase and looks at him. “I thought you left me this morning,” her voice is soft, just short of broken.

He looks back at her, takes off the face mask he always wears in public and affirms, “Never.”

[itsmealaiahh]

"Much Needed Release"

TW: tom being pussymuncher69, pussy eating, clit stimulation, minor profanity, some angst in the beginning, head (fem rec obviously), praise, some overstimulation, somnophilia

Request: older Tom X younger petite reader. reader had a bad day and Tom was tired of hearing abt how bad she was being treated. when r (reader) went upstairs for a nap, Tom woke her up with his face in between her thighs. He makes r cum A TON! Yea. Thx baeee!

IM ACK 😚😚`😚😚😦😦😦 NON T DEAD

Rating: under 15 dni!! explicit situations lie ahead!!

"I hate weekdays"

You complained to tom the minute you walked through the door, tired and spent from the hellish day you had just went through. It just wouldn't stop! The terrible treatment from certain co-workers, and even your boss was unbearable, to say the least.

Each day, you always came home, your mood miserable, and tom wanted to fix it. He was honestly getting a little bit annoyed at how every day at your officeplace was going. Why were your co-workers so rude towards you? Hell, why was even your boss so rude? He was sure you hadn't done anything to warrant the treatment. You were sweeter than anyone he had ever met, and it took a lot to get you angry or upset.

He wanted to help you out and give you a break from the tough week, but how so? You would surely fall asleep during a movie or an activity where you both just sat on the couch together, so how could he possibly help? He didn't notice you were no longer in the living room until he snapped out of his thoughts, and he knew you were taking a nap. He could try to..no.

That would be wrong, and quite frankly, disgusting, unless...

Tom made his way to the bedroom, seeing you napping on his pillow, your body covered by the duvet. Quietly closing the door behind him, he padded over to the mattress where you slept, picking the covers off. His eyes widened just a bit at seeing your underwear the only thing that you were wearing, and his cock twitched in his pants, slowing coming to life. His lips parted a bit, his tongue swiping over his bottom one as he gazed over your sleeping frame, drinking you in fully.

The more he looked, the more turned on he became, his member now straining almost painfully against the restraint of his pants. He pulled the covers over himself, stripping you of your remaining clothes, throwing them to the side; your precious cunt now exposed.

He groaned a little at the sight, placing a gentle lick on your clit before delving into your pussy. His hands held your hips down as you squirmed every now and then in your sleep, letting out little whines as well. He closed his eyes, lapping up and down your core, ravishing your taste on his tongue.

"so fucking sweet" he murmured, his tongue flicking up and down your little bud occasionally, working wonders on you. More moans and other small noises escaped you, slowly coming to from your sleep. Tom didn't see your eyes opening up as he continued to bury his face into your pussy, now sucking tastefully on your clit. You let out a loud moan, your vision no longer blurry. Your legs wrapped around tom's head, squeezing just a bit. You didn't have any time to adjust, your body overcome with pleasure.

Breathing in slowly, you met eyes with tom, who looked up at you with a grin, his beard glistening with your juices. "w-what are you doing?" You questioned, pulling yourself upright with your elbows. "Well" he started, giving another small lick to your core, before going back to speaking. "You had a rough day, so I wanted to make it better. Just sit and relax and let me please you, okay baby? I'll make it worth your while"

You laid back down with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of tom's tongue lapping insistently at your pussy. The tongue was a very wet and strong organ, and having tom's on your core? Fucking heaven. Your legs squeezed his head again, not too rough to cut off air supply, just enough to let him know how good you were feeling. "You like that baby? My tongue on this pretty little pussy?" He smirked. You nodded, giving another small whimper. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, already giving way to your orgasm. "To-tom"

Many, many, many, delicious orgasms later, and now you and tom were snuggled up together in bed, his hand stroking your hair softly. After being so spent from simply his tongue, he was calming you down and letting you go back to sleep, no more tricks up his sleeve for the rest of the night. He was going to let you get some much needed rest, and he'd try to convince you to stay home tomorrow so you could regroup and hopefully ease up from all of the tension your work was putting on you. But that was for tomorrow, right now, it was just about you and him, snuggled up together, happy and content.

also sorry jordan if this isn't what you wanted pookie lmk if you want some diff and i'll try to fix it 😋😋😋

[selineram3421]

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You're Off-key

Part 1

Prologue

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ italics=thoughts, swear words, some or many book of bill spoils, blood, mentions of a concussion, minor panic attack, we pacing now lol, ugh Disney mention ⚠

Ow..

You woke up in pain and the sunlight hitting your eyes.

Everything hurt.

Like a lot.

Geez.. You thought with a groan. Why is everything so bright? What is this vividness? Disney?

Sitting up, you notice that you're still in the woods and it's around noon or at least in the afternoon. Rubbing the back of your head, you try to remember what happened.

I was in the woods..with spaghetti and..my best friend was going to take my picture. Ow-!

You hiss and you pull your hand away from your head, finding blood once getting a look at it.

"Oof ok, time to go get help.", you said to yourself and stood up.

Like any gamer out there, you checked your surroundings before checking your inventory. So far you were deep in the woods that looked oddly..cartoonish? And you had a backpack nearby with a water bottle, phone, and wallet inside.

Where's my flashlight? Wait, I had a flashlight? Also, where's by bestie?

Every time you thought about it your head would start hurting.

"Never mind that, I have to get moving before it gets dark out.", you sighed and began walking.

In all honesty, you did not know where you were going. Just picked a direction and decided that was good enough. Maybe you'll find civilization or maybe you're walking deeper into the woods. Who knows!

My brain is a little optimistic right now. You thought. Or maybe it's due to lack of sleep.. I was driving the whole time.

Then you started getting a little clumsy.

Tripping, swaying, falling flat on your face a few times, and overall just feeling drained. Also, you kept hearing maracas? Was that some kind of bird or something?

Ah, wait. Wasn't that the Hide Behind? You remembered about reading it in Journal 3 and that scene when Mabel says maraca owl. Maybe it is a maraca owl or maybe it's the tall thing that follows people.

Currently, you were laying on the ground because you fell..haha. AGAIN.

Thank Glob you landed on grass this time.

Ok. Do I or do I not take a nap? Probably not the best choice because I might have a concussion. Hm..the choices.

Deciding on one last try, you push yourself off the ground, take a quick sip of water, and continue on your journey! Nothing was gonna stop you now-!

Oh, a bird!

Then you ran into something, fell back and hit your head on the ground.

It was silly because it was kinda like a light switch.

You were awake and then you passed out,

Ha!

⯅

OW! How many times am I going to wake up in pain!?

"Great job Dipper! You killed someone!", a feminine voice said.

"They aren't dead! They just hit their head and passed oUt after they fell!", another voice says with a slight voice crack.

"Haha ha!", the girl laughs. "Your voice cracked."

Slowly waking up, you feel a type of rocking motion, like you're in a car or something.

A car!?

You sit up quickly. Too quickly and almost fall out of the golf cart but someone manages to pull you back to the seat.

"Whoa! Careful, you do not want to fall out of this thing when going almost full speed.", the female voice says next to you.

Looking over, you find a brown haired girl wearing a keyboard sweater.

"Hi! I'm Mabel! I have a pet pig named Waddles!!", she introduces herself loudly.

You feel your head hurt at her polite screeching.

"Ow. Hold on, give me a sec.", you say and rub your forehead.

"Uh.. Mabel? It's not a good idea to be loud around someone who just woke up after hitting their head.", the guy says, who you are assuming is driving the golf cart.

"Oops.", the girl, Mabel, smiles at you sheepishly. "My bad."

You wave her off.

"It's fine, I've dealt with worse.", you reassure.

"Let me start again.", she says and extends a hand for you to shake. "I'm Mabel and the one driving the golf cart is my twin brother, Dipper."

"STOP THE CART!"

The golf cart screeches to a stop and you hobbled your way out, beginning to pace back and forth.

Holyshitthisexplainsalot!That'swhyeverythingwassobrightandcartoonybecasuethisisfuckingDisneyshit!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH-!

"Uh..you ok there?", Mabel asks.

"Um? Maybe? I-", you begin but then panic about what to say next.

Shitshitshitshit! Think of something! Anything!

"I don't remember how I got into the woods..", you say and cringe.

Yeah! Nice job! Now you're suspicious! YA DOINKUS!

"O..k, so you hit your head harder than we thought.", Dipper speaks up. "Let's get you patched up and see what we can do from there, ok?"

Pros: Going with two of your favorite characters will lead to adventures. Cons: They might try to read your mind to see if you're a threat and might threaten you with some random weapons..

.....

"I guess I can go with you guys until I can go to the hospital or something.", you say and finally stop imprinting foot prints into the dirt.

"Cool!", Mabel cheers. "Let's go! I've got Mabel juice in the fridge and I wanna see if the new dinosaurs inside taste different!"

"That's not how that works.", her brother mumbles and puts the golf cart in drive.

Hopping back on, you notice your backpack was opened.

"Uh? Who raccooned into my pack?", you asked.

"Racooned?", the Pines driving asks.

"Dug through your stuff? That was Dip.", Mabel says, completely understanding what you meant.

"Oh, sorry.", Dipper pipes up. "That was to see your ID, nothing else. I mean, wouldn't you try to identify someone after they passed out randomly?"

He is kinda right.

"Understandable racooning.", you say and start to brain storm ideas for a plan on how to stay under the radar.

Ok, so I might have/most likely freed Bill and now I have to do something about it before he's running wild around Gravity Falls again...fun.

You sigh and just decide to sit back and enjoy the ride for now.

Jerk didn't let me keep the pictures.

The sun was starting to set, within a few minutes you saw the Mystery Shack in the distance.

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~Seline, the person.

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And They Were Neighbors P.t2

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Warnings:18+ MDNI, eventual smut, angst, lots of flirty behavior

Robby groaned as he woke up uncomfortable as hell on his couch. Sitting up he tried to get the crick out of his neck thanks to the weird angle he was laying at. Checking his watch he saw it was 6pm, so he got up to make himself a pot of coffee. His sleep schedule was already destroyed and besides he was stuck on the night shift for the next month anyway. While the coffee brewed Robby opened up the windows to air the apartment out. When he did that he could hear someone talking.

“Woman, how the hell would I know if he’s single? We talked for a minute max, the most I got out of the conversation was that he works at the local trauma center.” It hit Robby then that it was his new neighbor talking. When he didn’t hear a response and instead heard her start laughing he realized she was most likely on a phone call. It took him a moment to realize what it was she had said and he had to fight the urge to stick his head out of the window to keep listening. Was she talking about him? As he pondered just who she could be talking about the coffee pot dinged indicating it was done. 

He shook himself out of his stupor and set about making himself a cup before he showered and changed out of his scrubs. Something compelled him to sit out on the balcony instead of at the dining table, though he wouldn’t admit that it was mostly him wanting to be nosy. It was rude to eavesdrop on private conversations especially when it was a new neighbor. Yet he found himself opening the balcony door. Stepping out onto the balcony he looked over and saw Delilah saying her goodbyes to the person on the phone. Looking up from the phone she smiled brightly when she saw Robby.

“Hey neighbor, I'm surprised to see you already. You looked dead on your feet earlier.” She comments. Taking a sip of the drink in her hand Robby chuckles and turns his patio chair to face her balcony.  

“Night shift will do that to you, thanks to so many years I've mastered the art of living off power naps and coffee.” Robby jokes. Delilah tips her head back to laugh. 

“Thankfully my job is sort of a ‘whenever you get it done’ type thing. Though that usually leads to me being awake at ungodly hours though.” She glances down at her phone as it dings before rolling her eyes and putting it back down. 

“What do you do for work?” He asks. She lights up at the question and pulls her chair closer to the railing so she doesn't have to shout. It's then Robby notices she’s now wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts that are criminally short. He has to fight the urge to look over the tattoos decorating her skin. 

“So I do a few things. My main gig is a contractor position doing Medical Coding which I've been doing now for five years. My side gig is art commissions.” She explained. Her being in the medical field was not what he was expecting, but he could see the art commission. 

“What kind of art do you typically do?” He asked. He watched as her face flushed a bit and her drink became the most interesting thing in the world. 

“Well it depends,” she starts. “Some people want pet portraits, family photos turned into paintings. Then there's the more original pieces people request.” He couldn’t help but think for a moment she looked adorable when flustered. Quickly he squashed the thought, she was his neighbor and probably a good twenty years younger than him. 

“What kind of original pieces?” He was genuinely curious at this point especially since she seemed so hesitant to elaborate.

“You promise you won’t judge?” At his affirming nod she fidgeted a bit with her drink. “Well like i said it varies from person to person, but the bulk of the original pieces has been monster lover work or authors wanting work for their romance books.” It took his brain a moment to comprehend just what the fuck monster lover art would be.

“Monster lover?” He finally asks because his brain is still not fully online. Still not looking him in the eye she elaborates.

“It's stuff like werewolves, cthulhu, centaurs, stuff like that.” She gives a delicate shrug and meets his eyes clearly trying not to laugh when she sees the bewildered look on his face. “There’s a whole book genre dedicated to it. My personal favorite was the dragon with two dicks.” Her casual comment blindsides him and he chokes on his coffee.

“Two dicks?” He manages to cough out. She laughs so hard he thinks she’s gonna topple over. When she goes to answer she begins laughing harder at the horrified look on his face. 

“Yes mister judgy. It’s a well written novel of a dragon falling in love with a human.” She giggles, wiping at the tears forming her eyes. 

Robby still can’t process why anyone would want that sort of art, or what it would even look like when Delilah breaks the silence. 

“Seeing as it's almost 7pm now would you like to join me for some pizza? Normally I'd be down to sit on a balcony and chill but it’s getting cold and I'd rather not freeze.” Blinking a bit at the sudden invite Robby takes a second to get himself to focus. Seeing his sudden silence she begins backtracking. “If you don’t want to, it's totally cool, i know you probably got better stuff to do and-” Robby cuts her off before she can finish. 

“Let me take a shower real fast and I can come over. I slept in these scrubs and I desperately need out of them.” She looks relieved at his answer and gets up to head inside. 

“What do you want on your pizza?” She asks. Stretching her arms above her head he’s momentarily caught off guard by the jewelry decorating her navel. 

“Anything except pineapple.”

Pizza is ordered and a frantic ‘help the hot neighbor is coming over what do i do’ text is fired off to Cherry. It’s a second later when Cherry begins calling. Picking it up on the first ring all Delilah hears is Cherry talking at full speed. 

“He’s actually coming over? What exactly happened? I need details woman.” Cherry demands. Taking a deep breath Delilah breaks down the conversation for her, not pausing when Cherry begins laughing her head off over the monster lover comment. 

“Cherry what the fuck was i thinking? Why would I invite him over, especially after telling him I draw porn for a living.” Delilah can feel herself spiraling a bit. Men as a rule never made her that nervous or unsure of herself. But talking to Robby? That made her so nervous she almost word vomitted every thought she had bouncing around her skull. 

“First off, calm down, you're making me anxious. Second, it’s not a bad thing to invite a man over, even if you think he’s hot. Especially if you think he’s hot,” Cherry chuckles to herself before continuing. “It’s not like it’s a date or anything. You’re just having dinner with your neighbor.” Cherry’s words release some of the tension gathering in her. She hadn’t hung out with a man solo since she met-

Delilah slammed a mental door on that train of thought. She refused to think about him and taint her mood. Cherry was right there was nothing wrong with having dinner with her neighbor who just so happened to be an attractive older man. 

“You’re right. I think I just panicked and overreacted.” Delilah isn’t sure if she’s talking more to Cherry or herself. 

She chats with Cherry for another five minutes before hanging up the phone. Just as she puts her phone down there's a knock at her door. She gave herself a internal pep talk just before opening the door and oh lord help her. 

Robby stands there in a simple t-shirt and gray sweats which hang off his hips in a way that makes her almost start drooling. Jesus she needs to get it together she just met the man and she’s drooling over him like he’s a piece of meat. 

“Pizza should be here shortly, do you want anything to drink?” She gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind with a soft click. 

“Water if you don’t mind,” He smiles down at her, making her stomach twist a little. “Thank you for the invite by the way, I hadn’t thought as far as food when I woke up.” He follows her into the kitchen as she fetches him a bottle of water from her fridge. Handing it over she gestures for them to sit on the couch.

“It’s my pleasure, I grew up in a super tight neighborhood so i guess inviting people over at random is a product of that,” She watches as he makes himself comfortable, his thighs spreading a bit in a way that makes him take up a good amount of space to the point where she could easily touch him if she wanted. 

“What brought you to Pittsburgh?” He asks. 

With that time flies by for Delilah. The pizza arrived and is divided between the two of them. Conversation is easy and flowing between them that she doesn’t notice when she props her feet against his thigh while telling him about some of the dumb shit she would get up to with Cherry. She also doesn't notice when his hand loosely collars her ankle, his thumb rubbing circles against her skin. 

“Please tell me you don’t actually watch that shit.” He pleads. Delilah laughs at the look on his face.

“What's wrong with Grey's Anatomy?” She asks, trying hard to maintain an innocent tone. He sees right through her, shooting her a mock glare. 

“You know exactly what’s wrong with it, I'd rather go through medical school again than watch it.” Shaking his head at her, Robby snatches the remote from her hand. 

“Excuse you!” She exclaims with mock outrage. Robby simply laughs at her and starts flicking through movies.

“You can earn your remote privileges back if you apologize for watching that garbage TV show,” He says. Pouting a bit Delilah sits back with a huff crossing her arms over her chest. 

“It’s a good show,” She argues. He takes one look at her and snorts out a laugh. Even she can admit she’s acting like a toddler but in her defense he insulted one of her favorite shows. 

“Whatever you say Delilah,” Robby chuckles. A movie is picked and played, though neither of them pay much attention to busy bantering with one another. They settle into the couch to finish out the movie. When the movie ends and Delilah notices the time she feels a brief moment of panic.

“Oh shit it's like 2am, I'm so sorry to keep you here so long.” She half expects Robby to immediately make his exit but he doesn’t. He shrugs while taking a drink of his water.

“I didn’t even notice, remember I'm on night shift for the next month so late nights are my normal.” He says. She relaxes at that and then an idea strikes her. 

“I got a batch of cinnamon rolls proofing that’ll be ready to bake in the morning, would you like to come by and continue our little hang out?” Delilah holds her breath for a moment, thinking she overstepped. But then Robby smiles and squeezes her ankle reassuringly. 

“I would love that. I’m not gonna lie, sitting here with you has been the highlight of my week.” He admits, and Delilah tries so hard to ignore the fact that her heart skipped a beat. 

“It’s a date then,” She says.

[writtenbyan-aries]

VAMPIRE MATT VAMPIRE MATT VAMPIRE MATT YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

i cant wait for part two!!! (no rush tho OBVI!)

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Warnings: strong language, vampire!Matt, mentions of blood, death, blood drinking, vampire!reader, killing, compulsion, angsty?, kissing

Word Count: 4.4k | kind of edited

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“Where the fuck have you been?!”

You look up at Macie who is standing there with her arms crossed, “I woke up, and you were gone. You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops!”

“I went out for a walk.” You shrug, “Sorry, I should have left you a note.”

“Are you okay? It’s not like you to just-“

“Yeah.” You cut her off, “I went out to get some fresh air. I woke up early and I was on the verge of a breakdown thinking about Matt and I know you said I need to let go of him.. so that’s what I tried doing.”

“Oh, y/n, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean- you could have woken me up. I’m here for you, no matter what.” She walks over and wraps her arms around you, “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t come to me. That’s not at all what I tried to say.���

“No, I know.” You squeeze her and lean back, “I just.. needed to do this on my own.” You nod and walk over to the couch, “I just.. went out and sat outside for a while, cried, went over all the memories I have of him and I..”

“Look..” she walks over and sits next to you, “What I said last night.. ignore it. I shouldn’t have said it. Grief is just.. tricky.”

“You’re telling me.” You laugh slightly, “I hate this. You’d think a year later, I’d know how to function without him but I just.. can’t.” You look at her, “He was the love of my life, still is.. the love of my life. I just can’t see myself moving on from him.”

“And that’s okay. Honey. I promise it’s okay.. but it wouldn’t hurt to just get out and have a little fun.” She holds her hand up, “I’m not saying go out and kiss someone new, not what I’m saying at all, what I mean is.. come to this party tonight.”

“I’ll come to your place tomorrow..” Matt’s voice replays in your head and you sigh, “Can I skip out on this one?”

“Ugh.” Macie groans, “I really wish you wouldn’t.”

You chew on your lip, quickly thinking about what you want to do.

“Hey.” She waves her hand infront of your face, “Still here.”

“Yeah.” You laugh, “Sorry. I guess I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Tell you what.. you..” she stands up, “Take a nap. I’ll go get everything we need for our costumes and then I’ll come back later?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nod, faking a yawn, “I’m going to go lay down, lock the door when you leave.”

“I’ll call you if I need anything, but we’re still set on going as a vampires right?”

You let out a laugh and she gives you a weird look, “What’s.. so funny?” She tilts her head and you shrug, “Have you heard the stories of our town?”

“You mean that the dead walk amongst us?” She furrows her brows, “vampires and shit?”

You nod and she shrugs, “I mean, Yeah.. I heard the stories, but I don’t really believe in them.. do you?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. All of the stuff about our town at the library is beyond fascinating, but none of it seems..”

“Believable?” She asks as she raises her brows and you nod, fully intending to lie, “Yeah, believable.”

“I know what you mean. If there is any, we’d know about it by now, right?”

“Right.” You nod, “Alright, I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“I’m going to head to the Halloween store now. Hopfully they have fake blood capsules left.” She laughs, “I’ll see you later.”

“See ya.” You walk to your room and close your door, stopping when you see Matt. He holds his finger to his lips and you nod.

You hear your door open and close and Matt quickly moves over to you, “I’ve missed you.” He presses his lips to yours and you smile within the kiss, “I’ve missed you.”

He pulls you over to the bed, “take a nap.”

“But-“

“We can talk about that later. Right now, I just want to lay with you.” He sits down on the bed, looking up at you with a smile, “Come on.”

You smile and crawl onto the bed, collapsing onto his body. You laugh slightly and he looks down at you, “What, baby?”

“It’s weird not hearing your heartbeat.”

As soon as the words roll off of your tongue, you feel your emotions shift and it hits you that you won’t be able to hear it ever again.

“It’s okay.” Matt holds you tighter, “I know.. it’s a lot to get used to.”

You take a deep, shaky breath, “When can we do it?”

“Do.. what?” He chuckles slightly and you sit up, “Not that.” You tilt your head, “The thing we talked about in the woods last night.”

“Ohh, yeah. Soon, baby.” He runs his hand over your hair, “We need time.”

“How long does it take?”

“A few hours..” he shrugs, “Give or take. It depends on a few things. The person. How much blood they have in their system.”

“And if it’ll even work?” You look at him, “will it work?”

He nods, “Yeah, it’ll work. We just.. with Macie coming over later, it’s not a good idea to do it now, because if she finds you dead..”

“Yeah.. you’re right..” you sigh and lay back down, “I’m just sick of still pretending you’re not here.”

“Don’t worry.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, “I promise, we’ll get to it. You need rest.”

You didn’t rest, you spent the next few hours talking about Matt living the vampire life and what you have to expect.

You couldn’t lie, you were nervous. Nervous about all of it, but you would do anything for Matt and he knew that.

“Macie is coming up the steps. She’ll be here any second.”

“So that means you have to leave?” You look up at him and he nods, “Yeah, but you know that if you need me, I’ll be there in a flash.”

You smile as you sit up, “I just.. wish you didn’t have to leave.”

“I know, baby.” He sits up and cups your cheeks, giving you a final kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You smile and watch as he walks over to your window, “Oh, hey. Quick question.”

“Yeah?” He looks back at you and you walk over to him, “I thought vampires couldn’t come out in the daytime?”

He holds up his hand, “A new friend of mine had this made for me. It’s a daylight ring. One of his witchy friends made it.”

“Witches are real, too?” Your jaw drops slightly and he nods, “Oh baby, you are in for a world of surprises.” He presses his lips to your forehead, “Macie’s here. Gotta go.”

“Bye.” You watch as he disappears and your bedroom door opens, “Are we feeling refreshed on this spooky afternoon?”

“Yes. That nap did me good.” You turn around and smile at her, “did they have the blood capsules?”

“They sure did!” She sets down the bags on the bed, “That one is yours. This one is mine.” She moves a bag towards you and you nod, “I’m actually kind of excited for this.”

She gasps, “There we go! That’s what I like to hear!” She walks over and hugs you, “I know you won’t get over Matt for a while, but this, y/n. Is a start. I’m proud of you.”

You smile and shrug, “Baby steps. I’m just not getting drunk tonight because that’s really when the emotions will flood out, and no one needs that ruining halloween.”

“If it does, it does. No one is going to judge you. I promise.”

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All night you were looking for signs of Matt.

Deep down you knew he wouldn’t show his face, but a little part of you hoped he would just say fuck it and show up for you.

The more you thought about it, the more you started to really not know what you were looking at getting yourself into.

“Having fuun?” Macie walks up to you and you take a deep breath as you look around, “It feels.. weird? You know, being here.. but..” you shrug, “I am having fun.”

She smiles, “Good! I’m glad to see you out and enjoying yourself, it’s okay to do this!”

“How much have you had to drink?” You laugh, shaking your head as she leans against the wall for support, “I, um, doesn’t feel like enough, just yet.”

“Yeah, okay. If you need a place to crash, we can walk back to my house so you don’t have to drive.”

“I’ll be okay. Damian is here.”

Your eyes go wide, “Wait, Damian’s here?”

She nods, “Yeah, he came back from seeing his aunt a few days ago.”

“Oh, well I’m glad he’s back.” You smile, “I’m going to get more soda.”

“Make sure you mix in a little alcohol! You’ll have even more fun!”

You roll your eyes and bat the air as you walk over to the table. You set your cup down to unscrew the cap on the bottle and you hear Damian’s obnoxious laughter.

You chose to ignore it, until Matt’s name comes off of his lips, “Who Matt? Fuck no. I didn’t do it.” Him and his friends laugh, “I don’t know, D. The timing of you leaving is pret-y weird.”

You tilt your head, subtly stepping closer to listen in a little more clearer. Damian laughs, “My aunt got sick, what can I say?”

“Do you know who did?” His one friend asks and Damian shrugs, “Nah, but I’ve heard he whimpered and cried like a little bitch, though. I don’t know, I think that asshole deserved it.”

You clench your jaw, looking around before walking towards the open front door.

“Hey.” Macie grabs your arm and stops you, “Where are you going?”

“Home.” You pull your arm away and he grabs it again, “What’s wrong? You seem mad, what happened?”

You shake your head, “N-nothing.” You clear your throat and look down, “Turns out I just can’t do this just yet.”

She nods, turning her head as Damian walks up and wraps his arm around her waist, “Hey babe.”

You clench your jaw and look away.

“Hey, y/n. Didn’t think I’d see you at this shindig.”

“I’m actually leaving, so.” You look at Macie, “Have fun.” You turn and walk out the door, ignoring his commentary.

You look around, making sure the coast is clear before you take off running into the dark woods. Once you’re far enough in, you call out for him, “Matt!”

You stop, wiping off the red lines on your chin that Macie drew on with face paint, “What a fucking joke.”

“Whoa. Hey.” Matt appears in front of you, “What’s a joke?”

“W-who..” you take a shaky breath, looking up at him with watery eyes, “Who killed you?”

He presses his lips together and stares at you, “What did you hear?”

“That Damian left town right at the time your-“ you put air quotes, “Disappearance, came to light.” You scoff, “It was him.. wasn’t it?”

Matt sighs, “Him and two of his buddies jumped me.. they..” he tilts his head, “Drug me into the woods.. kicked my ass to the point they thought I was dead, and they just..”

“Left you? Like nothing.” You feel your lip quiver, “I’m sorry.”

He lays his hand on your cheek, “Then, one of the things your best friend doesn’t believe in came along, Roman, pretty cool guy by the way. I’ll have to introduce you to him.” Matt laughs slightly, “He tried to save me, but by the time he forced me to drink his blood, it was too late.”

You stand there in silence, shaking your head as you fight back tears.

“I woke up, confused as hell, but Roman explained it all. He’s the one I spent a year with, getting myself under control.”

“And.. what about the others who disappear with you?”

“Oh them? That was a completely different story.” Matt looks around, “They decided to venture off into the woods for their own personal reasons, but they must have not read what happens when the moon is full and the wolves are hungry.”

You swallow, “Oh..”

“Yeah.. hearing their screams in the distance while I was bleeding out on the ground wasn’t a fun experience. Ten out of ten, do not recommend.” He laughs slightly to try and break by tension, but you just nod, “Yeah. I don’t even want to imagine that.”

“I would have turned you last night, but I was hoping you wouldn’t find out because now that you know..” Matt bites his lip and you nod, “I know who my first target will be.”

“Not just that.. but..”

“But what?” You furrow your brows and he gives you a look, “Nothing.”

Your eyes search his face and you shake your head, “There’s, something else.. isn’t there? Someone else who was a part of making you disappear, right?”

He gives you one nod and you swallow, “I swear to god, if you say-“

“Macie.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a long, deep breath, “Why?”

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head, “When I got myself under control.. I followed them, and Damian has been a vault, but Macie on the other hand.. she was blabbing to Amara about how she was scared she would go down for this if Damian talked.”

“Did she say why she..” you shrug, air quoting, “Put the hit out on you?”

“Basically she was jealous. You were her little puppy all these years, following her around, then we met, and you started getting distant and I guess she didn’t like that.”

“I’m going to kill her.” You take a step back and start to pace, “I can’t.. I can’t look at her the same now, Matt. I-“

“I know, I know, I know, baby.” Matt walks up and wraps his arms around you, “It’s okay. I promise.”

“I want you to turn me. I want out of here. I want to be with you. Please.” You look up at him, “I want to be with you.”

“It’s too much of a risk right now, y/n. If you get caught ripping out their throats..” he scoffs, reaching out to cup your face, “I can’t lose you a second time.”

“You won’t.” You shake your head, cupping his face, “Matt, please.”

He lays his hands on yours and turns his head to kiss your palm, “I hate saying no to you.”

“So don’t.” You laugh slightly, more to hide your tears, “You don’t have to. We can do this.” You nod, “You can teach me the ropes.”

He takes a deep breath and starts to nod, “As much as I want to kill them..” his lips crack into a smirk, “It will be so much hotter watching you do it.”

“So is that a yes?” You tilt your head and he leans in to press a kiss to your lips, “I’ll meet you back at your place.”

Your stomach flips and you nod, “Okay.”

“Oh, and I gotta ask..” Matt steps back and looks at your costume, “Were you trying to persuade me with this?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you look down, “No, no. I- Macie picked out our costumes, which was weird that she did because of what she said but it’s whatever.” You lean in and press your lips to his, “I’m done with her.”

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You wrap your arms around yourself, smiling down at the ground as you walk back towards your apartment. You couldn’t help but think about the potential life you and Matt could live.

“Still looking for you dead little boyfriend, I see.”

You freeze, snapping your head up to see a figure standing a distance, “No. I’m just.. going home.” You look around and the figure walks closer, “You do know, he ain’t coming back right?”

Before you can say anything, Matt’s right beside you, “What, Jace?” He chuckles as he steps towards the figure, who is one of Damian’s best friends, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something?”

“H-how the fuck a-“

“Well, you see.” Matt grabs Jace’s shirt collar and pushes him back against wall, shaded with the large tree, “When you have the forces of the supernatural on your side, turns out you can do anything.”

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

Matt shrugs, “I mean, I am, but-“ he tilts his head back before sinking his fangs into neck.

You watch as he completely rips apart Jace’s throat, the sounds of choked gurgles fill the air and you gasp quietly as Matt spins around, his eyes returning back to their normal shade of blue.

He stares at you, blood dropping down his chin.

“I’m sorry you-“

“No..” you shake your head, stepping closer to him, “You don’t- don’t apologize to me.” You reach up, ready to wipe the blood off of his chin but he stops you, “Don’t get any of this on you.”

You nod, “O-okay.” You swallow, “Let’s just go back to my place and you can wash up.” You glance down at the lifeless body on the ground and you take a shaky breath, “Come on.”

Matt leads you back to your place, making sure to keep you out of sight as much as possible.

As you reach the back of your building, he stops, “Macie is upstairs.”

“What? Like in my house?” You look up and he shakes his head, “No, I think she’s outside your door. What is she doing here?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. I left on a pissy note before I came to find you. She was also drunk so..” you whine, “You’re going to have to compel me or something to keep me from losing it. I can’t-“

“No, no. I told you. I don’t want to do that to you. You can do this. If she’s drunk, maybe she’ll come clean.” Matt lays his hand on your cheek, “I’ll meet you upstairs.”

You let out a sigh, watching as he leaps up to your bedroom window.

You turn, walking around to the front entrance. As you make your way up, you stop when you see Macie sitting outside your door.

You take a deep breath and walk over to her, pulling your keys out from your purse, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hey.” She laughs, “Damian and I got into a fight so I hope the offer to stay here is still available.” She looks up at you and you look down at her, pushing open your door, “Come on.”

You help her up and as soon as she steps foot into your apartment, she starts to cry, “I shouldn’t have gotten drunk, I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to..” you kick the door shut, “Apologize to me for getting drunk.” You walk her over to the couch and sit her down, “You’re fine.”

“Where were you? You said you were going to be here, and you weren’t.”

“I took the long way home.” You lay a blanket over her and she sobs, “I-I’m just- you didn’t deserve to lose Matt.”

You glance up to see Matt leaning against your bedroom door frame, shaking his head.

You look back down at Macie and sigh, “It’s fine.”

“I-it’s not.” She sits up, “I can’t- believe he’s just..” she sobs louder, “Oh I can’t even say it. I’m just.. so, so.. I’m so sorry.”

You look up at Matt again and he nods, quickly moving over to kneel down in front of Macie and she goes pale.

“you’re not going to say a word, you’re just going to sit here quietly until I come back.” Matt speaks and she nods, leaning back in to rest against the back of the couch.

“Come on.” He looks at you and you nod, following him to your room. He closes the door and turns to look at you, “I’m proud of you for handling that well.”

“Wasn’t easy.” You roll your eyes as you change from your costume into more comfy clothes, “Do you think that’s why she kept saying sorry?”

He nods, “It was.”

You walk over and sit on the bed, “I’m ready.” You look up at him as he moves to sit next to you. He raises his brows, “Are you sure?”

You nod, turning towards him, “Yes, just tell me what I need to do.”

“I’ll puncture my wrist, and then you’ll just.. drink.” He licks his lips, “Afterwards, I’ll..” he laughs slightly, “You’ll wake up with a sore neck.”

“Why will I- oh..” you bring your hand up, rubbing the side of your neck, “I see.”

“That’s the quickest way I can think of.” Matt shakes his head, “I don’t want to, but-“

You cut him off, “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” You nod, taking a slow, deep breath, “I’m ready.” You reach up to touch his face, “I love you.”

He lays his hand on yours, “I’ll love you forever.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, “It might taste bad, but don’t stop, okay?”

You nod, watching as he brings his own wrist to his lips, and when he pulls it away, red pools on his skin.

You lick your lips and slowly reach out to grab his arm, “Just.. drink?”

He nods, “Yeah.”

You pull his wrist to your lips and you wince at the sudden taste, tilting your head, and closing your eyes as you such the blood from his body.

You look up as you continue, watching Matt’s jaw fall slack as he watches you.

He reaches out with his other hand, brushing hair from your face before he pulls you away, “That’s good.” He stands up, pulling you to your feet, “You shouldn’t feel anything. I’ll make it quick, like I said.”

You nod, swallowing before you look up at him, “Don’t tell me when.”

He nods and slides his hand from your cheeks to your neck, “I’ll see you soon, baby.” You smile slightly, “See you soon.”

With a swift twist of his hands, everything goes black and he catches your limp body in his arms, moving you to lay on the bed.

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Matt sits next to you, anxiously bouncing his leg up and down as he waits for you to wake up. He brings his thumb to his mouth, chewing on his nail as he stares at your lifeless body.

He lays his other hand on yours and his eyes snap down when he feels your fingers move under his palm, “Hey.” He whispers as he moves closer, “Y/n, baby.”

Your eyes snap open and you sit up with a gasp.

“Hey, hey.” Matt cups your cheeks and you look at him, “Did it work?”

“How do you feel?” He tilts his head and you look around, “My neck hurts..” you lay your hand on your head, “My head hurts.”

You snap your head, “I-I can.. I can hear Macie breath-“ you clench your jaw and stand up, “That fucking bitch.”

“Whoa. Whoa. Okay.” Matt stands up and beats you to the door, “Not on the couch, okay. It’ll be bitch to get the blood out of that.”

“So. So where?” You were feeling erratic, “I-is this what you meant? I feel like I can feel everything, fuck, her breathing is so loud. Matt.” You whine, “Tell me what I need to do.”

“You need to feed, baby.” He runs his knuckles down your cheek, “I’ll bring her to you, okay?“

You nod, but you follow him out anyway. He glances back at you, shaking his head as he walks over to kneel in front of Macie, “Snap out of this, forget I was here.”

Macie looks around, “H-have I been here all night?” She turns around, sighing when she sees you, “Y/n. Hi. Sorry I showed up last night.”

You speed over to her and she jumps up, “What the fuck?” You stares at you, a feared look in her eyes, “Y/n, what.. I don’t..”

You speed over to stand in front of her, your eyes locked onto hers, “shut up, and answer my questions. Who killed Matt?”

“Damian, Jace,and Hardy.”

“Tell me how.” You squint, and she doesn’t hesitate, “They drug him into the woods during the Halloween party and they held him while Damian hurt him.”

“Who told Damian to hurt Matt?”

“I did.”

“Remember this conversation and stay still.” You step back and she looks at you, “H-how.. y/n.. please I can.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.”

You swallow, “You’re a fucking bitch and you deserve what’s coming to you.”

“What’s coming to me?”

“Just a little thing called revenge.” Matt says as he walks to stand next to you, “I know what you did. Y/n knows what you did.”

Macie goes pale, “I-I song.. how are you.. oh my god.” She looks down, tears falling down her cheeks as she tries to move but can’t, “Please, please I-“

“Begging won’t get you anywhere.” Matt walks up to her, “Don’t scream, don’t make a sound.” He looks at you, stepping out of the way, “Go on, baby. I know you’re hungry.”

You speed do Macie, sinking your fangs into her neck and ripping her flesh apart as you feed.

Matt walks around, watching you in awe as you moan at the taste of her blood. You step back, dropping her limp body to the floor.

“How’s that? How are you?” He walks over to you and you nod, breathing heavy, “Much.. better.” You push him against the wall and he smirks, “Yeah, I’ll say.” He smirks, leaning in to lick the blood from your chin before he crashes his lips to yours.

“What.. do we do about.. the body?” You ask in between the heated kisses, “We can’t just.. let her.. here.”

“I’ll take care of it, baby.” He nods and kisses down to lick more blood off of your chin, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Who next?” You kiss down his neck and he shrugs, “Who ever is on the other end of her phone.” You look over at the phone sitting on the coffee table, moving to pick it up, “It’s Damian.”

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I’m already working on part 3… I didn’t plan to have this much detail, but hey, on the bright side, we get a mini series for Matt 🖤 thank you so much for reading! I love you so much catch you in the next one!

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i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me — AGATHARIO

“Honey, I’m home!” Rio said as she walked through the door, getting out of her shoes and losing her coat. “God, you will not believe the day I had. I swear, one of these days it will be proven that stupidity can kill. Then I will finally have pea- Agatha…?” She stops, because Agatha is nowhere to be seen, or felt, for that matter. What the fuck?

“Uhm, Agatha? Scratchy?” She shouts. No answer. Fuck. “Fuck, did I walk into the wrong apartment again?” But then a little ball of fur comes running down the hall, stopping precisely in front of her. She kneels down. “Hey, bunny. Where’s your mama?” She, funny enough, scratches behind Scratchy’s ear as she picks him up. He looks like he knows, but won’t tell. Well, of course he won’t tell me where she is, he can’t talk.

“Okay… Scavenger hunt it is then. And you,” she looks directly into his eyes. “Are coming with me. Agatha won’t murder, burn, bite or whatever she’s… We’re… Uhm. She behaves when you’re around! You’re my shield, is what I’m saying. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Agathaaa! Where the fuck are you?”

She looked everywhere. Even under the rugs. A woman could never be too safe. And honestly, it’s Agatha. And Rio could, obviously, try her phone. But one thing about Agatha Harkness is she absolutely, completely, despises phones. And technology over all; (some will say it’s because she doesn’t know how to use it, she will deny profusely, she just is above it).

Rio was tired. She had a long ass day at work, and she needed sleep, and no one could argue she did not look for her wife, Señor Scratchy was witness. Though that rabbit always chose her wife’s side anyway. Useless, traitor bunny. But she did send her a text, though.

As she laid down on the couch, with the little pet comfortably under her chin and the low, background noise of the TV, she dozed off. She wouldn’t know what time that actually happened or how long she was napping for… People were taking longer to get to the fucking point, traffic was ass, the elevator was broken so she had to take the stairs, and this nosy neighbor stopped her for unsolicited advice, boring gossip. And she still had to go look for Agatha. If you asked Rio, she would say that day had approximately 87 hours. And counting.

And as if it couldn’t get worse, she woke up from her sleep with a killer headache. National Fuck Rio Vidal Day, fuck me. ‘Did Agatha at least get home?’ was her second thought, but as she was regaining her consciousness and taking in her surroundings, the smell caught her senses. “What the fuck?” It smelled like…? Chicken? And bechamel sauce? And was that Agatha moving a spoon on a pan? Wait. Was Agatha cooking? Just for how long, exactly, had she been out for and did she or did she not mistakenly alternate realities? “What the fuck.” She says a little more loud this time, making Agatha look over her shoulder with a smirk.

“I thought you were dead.”

“And then you decided to cook? Aren’t you just the most romantic thing in the world.” Rio scoffs.

“Unfortunately, I was wrong.”

“Charmer.” Then Rio remembers. “Where the fuck were you? And why didn’t you call, or text? Or left a fucking note stuck on Scratchy?”

“Out.”

“Out? That’s all you have to say after disappearing for hours and making me turn and toss and destroy this apartment looking for you?” Rio crosses her arms, mildly annoyed by her wife’s nonchalant responses.

“It didn’t look like you were turning and tossing and destroying this apartment when I got here.” Agatha was smiling big now and oh, Rio fucking despised her. Fuck Agatha, was what she was going to do later.

“Fine!” She rolls her eyes, lying down on the couch again. “Just be quiet. Someone decided it was a good idea to play drums inside my head.” And just like that, she dozed off again.

When she rose, it was to a glass of water and two ibuprofens placed on the coffee table in front of her, which she gratefully took. Maybe she didn’t really despise Agatha. Or maybe the water was poisoned. Either way, she looked around and she saw that her wife was on a stool leaning over their countertop, her back facing Rio as her body looked like it was focused. Was Agatha writing hate letters to Jen, again? Standing quietly, she made her way to her wife, not wanting to startle her. Fine, she didn’t want to make Agatha aware she was snooping around her business.

That was when she saw it. Agatha was drawing. Drawing plants, elaborate ones. The pages on display had four different kind of greens, each one with their own description and functionality, all painted and shadowed, except for the one she was just starting to work on. Rio was actually, maybe for the first time in her life, stunned. Well, except for when Agatha climbed on top of her in bed and-

What was even weirder was that Agatha was so focused on her task that she didn’t even notice Rio lurking behind her. Or that Rio was actually shedding real, big ass tears. Cry baby. “What is that?” She finally spoke, which she wished she didn’t ‘cause now there was a hand coming to slap her and Rio was caught off guard and there was no way she could react fast enough to dodge a very loud, and painful, slap on her face. “Are you fucking crazy?” She shouted after a few moments.

“If you didn’t stand there like a freak for God knows how long and scared the shit out of me, all of this could’ve been avoided.” Agatha continued to draw.

“And somehow it’s my fault.” Rio wasn’t finding the situation cute anymore.

“Yeah, it is. Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Oh, fuck off.” She continued lurking. “What are you doing.”

Agatha actually blushed. “What I was doing was dinner, but somebody decided to sleep. Again.”

“Quit stalling, Agatha. What is this?”

“I’ve found a hobby.” She said simply.

“You’ve found a hobby? And it has something to do with plants? The very same thing you tease me about every single day and call me a nerd for?”

“Just wanted to know what the hype was all about. So I’ve been taking a few classes, going to some lectures, you know how it is.” Rio has no idea how it is.

“About plants?” She deadpans.

“Obviously.”

“Right.”

Agatha turns to look at Rio and says, “Dinner is ready.”

Rio is speechless, dumbfounded, stunned (again), blabla. What the fuck was wrong with her wife? Maybe she shouldn’t have got up today.

“Wait a minute.” She grabs Agatha’s arm as she stands. “You? Made dinner? And it smelled good? And we’re still alive?” Rio wasn’t so sure about the last part.

“Sue me for wanting to make something nice for my wife?”

Huh. “Am I missing something here?”

“God, Rio. You’re so annoying. I fucking made you dinner ‘cause class ran late and traffic was awful and I got here after you and felt bad. And your ass was sleeping so infuriatingly cutely with Scratchy, and you looked so tired. I am taking botany classes and going to approximately a million lectures a week about plants because you do so much for me and I just wanted to show you that I care too. Was that what you wanted to hear?” Agatha made her best to look annoyed, but Rio knew her and could see just the tiniest spark of insecurity in her eyes. She pretended she didn’t see. Or she would be feet deep buried.

“My love.” Rio said weakly. God, she loved, hated, her wife. Agatha eyes softened at the two words.

“Can I go back to my drawing now?” Leave it to Agatha to run from any type of emotional moment. Even after years married. This bitch.

“Ah yes, and you’re gonna tell me all about those classes of yours. How long have you been keeping this from me? And what is up with that draw game. I did not know you had it in you.”

“I have very skilled hands, I think you of all people would know that.” Agatha winked at her. Show off.

“Debatable.” Then Rio started running for her life. This time she had a good reaction time.

HEY! i just love these witches so much it really got me back to writing after YEARS. if anyone see this, i hope u enjoy it :)

[rapz-rites]

Oh Baby Pt 2

Can Reader fix the situation caused by misunderstanding and miscommunication 

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but it’s done. Enjoy 😉

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: cursing, misunderstanding, hurt feelings

Part 1

“So she's cheating on me?” Anyone could hear the pain in his voice, even Jon did. 

Jon suddenly let go of you, and turned to look at Damian. He could see the pain written all over his face. Even though mind reading wasn’t a Kryptonian power, he knew what he was thinking: that you were cheating on him with him. 

You were confused. You moved over to see what Jon was looking at. That's when you saw Damian with his brothers. Now he was looking at you.

“Oh no.”

~

You could tell what he was thinking. 

‘My girlfriend and best friend went behind my back’

Gosh you so stupid. How could you have missed this. 

You started walking towards him. But after your first step, he turned and walked away. Your heart broke knowing that this was just a misunderstanding from a lack of communication.

“I think you should give him some space,” Dick said, stepping in front of you. He was blocking you so you wouldn’t see which way Damian was headed. Stupid 6 foot tall man. 

“No. I have to talk to him.” You went to move around him but he blocked your way again. He gave you a look; leave him alone for now.  

“Fine.” You said dropping your shoulders in defeat. You walk towards your car and get in. 

“So what are you going to do now?” Asked Jon. 

“I’m going to the manor to talk to Damian.” You were determined to talk to him. Though you planned on telling him everything, he has to know now. 

You dropped Layla home then headed to the manor. 

“Do you think they’ll let us in?”

Why was he asking such a ridiculous question? It didn’t matter to you if they let you in or not. You were going to talk to Damian whether he liked it or not. 

On your way to the manor, you had Jon drive as you wrote a short letter to Damian explaining everything. You put the letter in an envelope with sonogram pictures. Once you sealed the letter you put it in the brown bag with the muffins.  

Reaching the manor, you and Jon walk up the stairs to the door. You knock waiting for some to answer. 

“Hello Miss Y/N” says Alfred as he answers the door. “Master Damian is currently not taking any visitors.” 

You can tell he’s trying to be polite. Damian probably told him not to let you in. 

“It’s ok Alfred. I just have to drop something off,” you say stepping the manor. 

“Anyways I know there’s no stopping you. Also, congratulations. You’ll be great.”

“Thank you Alfie- ” You turned to look at Jon. 

“I swear it wasn’t me” Jon puts his hands up in surrender. 

“I can assure you the Kent boy didn’t tell me anything. It’s a common saying that expecting mothers glow, and you, Miss Y/N, are glowing.” You smile at the butler and make your way to Damian, bag in hand. 

Jon said he was going to try and talk to Damian’s brothers. Try to smooth things out. You wished him luck; he was going to need tons of it.

Stopping in front of his bedroom door, you knock. After a moment you don’t hear anything. As you’re about to knock again the door opens. 

It’s your boyfriend. He changed from his casual clothes to his lounge/sleepwear. He looks tired, like he was just sleeping. You can tell from his messy hair and his eyes, cold and lifeless. The first time you woke up from a nap with Damian, you were put off how dead his eyes were when he woke up.

“What do you want?” He says after giving you a once over. Suddenly all your confidence disappeared from your body. 

“I wanted to talk to you, and I got you something.” You say shyly. It’s like you were a schoolgirl talking to her crush for the first time.

He opened the door wider to let you in. He took the bag you handed him without looking at it. 

As he walked to his bed he dropped the bag on his desk without a second thought. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at you blankly. 

“What did you want to talk about?” He said coldly. He’s never talked to you like this before. No emotion, nothing. He wasn’t even looking at you, he was looking at the floor.  

You knelt down before him. He still didn’t make eye contact with you.

“About earlier- ” you couldn’t even start before Damian stopped you. 

“Don’t bother,” he said blandly. 

You put your hands on his cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“Please believe me. I could never love Jon the way I love you. Please.” You were practically begging at this point. He held your wrist. Pulling your wrists away from him, he looked you in your eyes.

“Please go.” You could tell he meant it, wanted it. With that you left and headed home. Even though you told Jon not to, he still followed you home to make sure you were okay.

~

Later that night, everyone was unwinding after patrol. Surprisingly, Bruce let everyone off early. Everyone had changed into casual or lounge clothing, but stayed in the Cave. 

“Master Damian, this is for you. I believe it's the muffins from that cafe you like so much,” Alfred said, handing Damian the paper bag ()on a platter of course.

“I don't want it.” Damian didn't even look at the bag. He continued “If it’s from Y/N i don't want anything to do with it.”

Damn.

“Can I have them?” Jason asked. Damian didn’t care, so he just let Jason have it. 

As Jason was opening the bag he noticed the envelope. 

“Hey Demon Spawn. There’s a letter for you.”

“Throw it away. I don’t care.”

Unfortunately for Damian, Jason doesn’t listen to him majority of the time. Jason opened the letter and read its contents. After looking over it, he mentally debated how he would go about it. He could (1) make a small scene like “Hey Bruce, you’re about to be a grandpa, and not by the man slut Dick” or “The Demon Spawn is going to have demon spawns. So would they be demon spawn^2?” or (2) shove the letter in Damian’s face and force him to read it. Knowing how Damian felt he went with option 3, putting the ultrasound in his face because he would ignore the letter. 

As soon as Damian processed the ultrasound in front of him, he grabbed the letter and rushed out of the Cave. 

“What’s up with him?” Tim questioned. 

“You’ll find out soon enough” Jason responded with a smirk. He turned his head to see a tired Tim. “Damn man, you look like shit, go to bed.”

“Whatever,” Tim rolled his eyes. He knew Jason was right, but he wanted to finish what he was doing before turning in.

~

Damian was knocking on your door. He hoped you were awake. He couldn’t believe the mistake he had made, not listening to you. It was his mother and grandfather. 

‘Always expect betrayal. Trust none’ they would say to him. Even though his father and siblings taught him to have faith in people deep down he still had his grandfather's teachings engraved in him. 

Damian wasn’t surprised when he saw Jon open the door. On his way over, he quickly read the letter you wrote. You explained everything to him, from finding out about your pregnancy to Jon and Layla helping you plan how you were going to tell him. Before Jon could even get a word out, Damian spoke up.

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions before getting all my facts. I should’ve known that you or Y/N would never betray me like that.”

Jon was shocked to say the least. Jon smiled at his best friend and pulled him into a hug. Damian didn't entirely reject or reciprocate the hug, he just wanted to get to you.

“Go to her. He needs you more than ever now” Jon said before leaving your place.

Damian made his way inside your apartment until he reached your bedroom door. It was halfway open, but he still knocked.

“Come in,” you said. You knew it was Damian. You had a feeling it was him when you heard the door. Damian entered your room. He was a bit awkward, but that was expected. As you opened your mouth, Damian spoke before you.

“I'm sorry, Beloved. I’m so sorry. I know there’s no excuse for my behavior, but I hope you can forgive me because I want to be there for you and the baby.” Damian was kneeling holding your hands, practically begging at this point. 

You don’t when your eyes start tearing up, but next thing you knew a tear was running down your cheek.

“Did I make you cry? Please don’t cry. I'll do anything to make it up to you, I promise.”

“I forgive you, you big dummy” you said pulling Damian up into a hug. You didn’t realize until after a few moments that you pulled him down onto your bed. You both moved to get into a more comfortable cuddling position.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner,” you started. “I just needed time to myself to get my thoughts and feelings together.”

“That’s understandable,” said Damian. He was rubbing circles on your lower back. You were slowly drifted off to sleep. The events of today drained you.

“Bruce is going to flip when we tell him, isn't he?” you chuckled. 

“Most likely. At least my mother will most likely be pleased that we ‘sired’ an heir” he says back.

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“Please don’t tell me she's going to try and have the baby climb a mountain at age 5, or swim from coast to coast when they're born?”

Damian couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t want to correct you, but the first time he attempted to climb a mountain he was 4, but successfully accomplished it on his second try.

“I'll see what I can do. Maybe she can wait until they’re 10” you lightly slapped his chest.

After a few moments, Damian notices your heart rate and breathing slowed down, indicating you were asleep.

“I will love you and the baby, always and forever. Even in my death, you two will be the most important people to me.” Damian kisses the top of your head before falling asleep.

I am done. This took a while but I finished it. 😁

Should I make short blurbs for this series. I was thinking of blurbs for after, not necessarily new parts but little sequels. Like a blurb of the reader giving birth and one of the babies first everything. Like that. If you’re into it lmk and I’ll do it

[wileys-russo]

Can we get a ficlet for team bonding❤️

team bonding

you sighed to yourself, moving to cross one leg over the other as you fought desperately not to allow your eyes to close knowing the moment you did you'd be done for.

you tried your hardest to pay attention to the footage on the media screen in front of the team, the training staff droning on about what could be changed or improved on for next time. normally after a match you would all be dismissed but with champions league finals looming they were not taking any chances.

"almost done princesa." mapi's chest rumbled with a quiet chuckle where she sat beside you, eyes flickering to see yours fighting to stay awake. you sent her a tired smile and sat up straighter, rubbing your eyes and trying to zone back in as your girlfriends hand squeezed your leg supportively.

though it seemed for once you weren't alone in your exhaustion, mapi's shoulder bumping into yours as you followed her finger where it pointed. you smiled to yourself seeing claudia dead asleep on patri's shoulder.

"you are a bad influence." the tattooed spaniard teased with a smile as finally the lights flicked on and the tv went black signalling you were all able to return to the change rooms, having a half hour before the bus was due to depart.

"i'll see you in there hermosa." mapi excused herself, placing a sweet kiss to your lips and darting off somewhere as you stood to your feet, wandering over to your friends.

"hola pinaa." you cooed and squeezed the younger girls cheeks, shaking her awake and grinning as she tried to hit you, following the others back into the change rooms, chatting with her and patri.

"she's speaking with the physio amor." ingrid answered as you glanced around the room unable to spot your other girlfriend. "she will meet us on the bus." ingrid explained as the two of you fell into conversation with frido and panos, handing your bags over to be loaded into the bus.

"tired elskling?" ingrid asked as you both sat down beside one another, your head almost immediately slumping to her shoulder as you hummed and she ran a hand through your hair.

"like a light switch." frido whistled in disbelief as within seconds you were asleep, chest rising and falling as ingrid kissed your temple affectionately.

"i need her to teach me her secrets." alexia sighed from across the aisle with a shake of her head, the older girls knowing better than to continue their conversations with your girlfriend whose sole focus was now protecting your peace.

which meant for every one of your team mates who passed you there would be a piercing glare or a quiet shush, her arm curled around your shoulders, glancing down every now and then to make sure you stayed asleep.

"already?" mapi chuckled as finally she joined you all one of the last on the bus, dropping into the seat beside frido. "she didn't sleep last night, i found her on the lounge with bagheera around four in the morning." ingrid rolled her eyes at the memory.

"you were asleep!" she smacked her girlfriends shoulder who frowned in confusion, not even realizing you'd left from where you lay beside her as she had drifted off last night.

"you know she has a point with these naps. we both took one in the sun in the backyard the other day, i woke up feeling very fresh!" mapi admitted with a shrug, a commotion breaking out over a card game toward the back of the bus.

you stirred for a moment, ingrid tensing and murmuring something in her native tongue softly in your ear, playing with your hair as you sighed and settled into her again.

her head whipped around with a glare as loud laughter sounded a few rows back, the younger girls falling quiet at her fierce stare making mapi chuckle and give the younger girl a cheeky grin.

"who has gone soft now hm mi vida?"

[b1xi]

𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚

Glenn rhee x reader

Word count: 2401

Warninig:blood, deads, fluff

PT1 , PT3

You woke up from your nap with a sense of relief you had almost forgotten existed. Sleeping for two uninterrupted hours without being startled by a strange noise or Alice’s inconsolable crying had been a real luxury in these times. As you slowly opened your eyes, you realized that for the first time in weeks, you felt refreshed, as if those hours of rest had given you back a small part of yourself that you had lost amidst all the chaos.

You looked at the baby, still asleep, her small chest rising and falling with a calm rhythm. Alice also seemed more relaxed, less restless than usual. A smile formed on your lips as you watched her. Everything you had endured up to that moment was worth it if she could have, even for a brief moment, something resembling peace.

You stayed awake a few minutes longer, letting the makeshift bed you had created envelop you. Outside, you could hear the murmur of distant voices, the crackling of embers in the fire, and occasionally, the sound of footsteps passing near your tent. But there was no rush to move. You allowed yourself a breath, a moment just for you.

Despite the calm, the heat inside the tent was becoming more and more apparent. Your clothes were sticky, sweat forming a film on your skin, and you began to feel the discomfort that came with the suffocating afternoon heat. You needed a bath, that was certain. You leaned towards Alice, gently stroking her cheek, hoping she would wake up soon.

You knew that at some point you’d have to talk to Glenn or one of the others. You had to ask if there was any way to freshen up, if the camp had water for something other than drinking. But for now, you indulged in simply enjoying the feeling of being awake and, surprisingly, safe, even if just for a brief moment.

When Alice started to stir, opening her sleepy eyes and babbling softly, you knew it was time to get up. With a resigned sigh, you leaned over to pick her up, making sure she was comfortable in your arms before stepping out of the tent. The heat outside wasn’t much better, but at least the air was circulating, helping you clear your mind a little more.

As you stepped out, you noticed the camp was in full swing. Some people were resting, but most were busy with tasks that kept them focused. The sound of knives chopping food and low conversations mixed with the crackling of wood in the fire. Everything had an organized rhythm, as if everyone knew exactly what they needed to do to keep order in this small oasis amidst the chaos.

You looked around for Glenn, hoping to ask him about the bathroom or some sort of water to freshen up, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. You bit your lip, feeling a bit unsure. You didn’t want to interrupt the others if they were busy, but you knew you’d have to eventually. The sweat on your forehead and neck reminded you that you couldn’t put off that conversation for much longer.

Finally, you decided to approach Lori, who was sitting at the picnic table, talking with Carol and Carl, who was fiddling with a small stick in his hands.

“Excuse me, Lori,” you started with a small smile, “is there any place where I can freshen up a bit? I know water’s limited, but…”

Lori looked up, pausing her conversation, and offered you a warm, understanding smile. “Of course, I completely get it. We don’t have a proper shower, but you can use the bathroom in the RV. It’s not much, but at least you’ll be able to clean up a little.”

“Thank you, really,” you replied, nodding your head slightly in gratitude. “I don’t want to use more resources than necessary, I just need a moment to refresh.”

Lori shook her head softly, her smile never fading. “Don’t worry about that. We all share what we have here. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Carol, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, stood up and looked at you kindly. “I can take care of Alice for a while if you’d like. That way you can take your time to relax.”

You looked at the little one in your arms, still playing with your hair, oblivious to the conversation. It was hard to part with her.

“Would you?” you asked, a little uncertain.

“Would you really?” you asked, a hint of doubt in your voice. The idea of letting go of Alice, even for just a few minutes, filled you with a mix of relief and anxiety.

Carol nodded gently. “Of course. Sophia and I can take care of her. It’s been a tough time, but we try to be a family here. Don’t worry about her, she’ll be in good hands.”

Finally, you took a deep breath, deciding to trust her. “Thank you,” you murmured, carefully placing Alice in Carol’s arms. The little girl blinked but didn’t protest, settling easily into the new embrace as if she understood you’d be back soon.

As you entered the cramped space of the bathroom, you took a moment to silently appreciate the small comforts that remained in this new, chaotic world. The water wasn’t plentiful, but there was enough to dampen a cloth and wipe away the layer of grime that seemed to have become part of your skin.

The contact of the damp cloth was a relief, both physically and mentally. It wasn’t a shower, but it was the closest you’d come to feeling clean in days. You passed the cloth over your skin repeatedly, with determination, until the sticky, dirty feeling began to fade. You also took a moment to brush your teeth, feeling the freshness of mint fill your mouth, a sensation so ordinary that it almost made you forget, for a brief second, the situation you were in.

When you were done, you looked at yourself in the small, rusted mirror hanging from the cabinet. Your reflection wasn’t the one you remembered from before the world fell apart. Your face was marked by exhaustion and stress, yet there was something new in your eyes. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time: hope. Maybe not everything was lost.

You stepped out of the RV with a renewed sense of relief, the feeling of being clean and wearing fresh clothes gave you a lightness you hadn’t felt in a long time. The heat was still oppressive, but it was more bearable now that sweat and grime no longer covered your body.

As you descended the steps, the first thing you saw was Glenn, who now held Alice in his arms. The little one was laughing heartily as he lifted and lowered her in smooth, playful motions. Carol watched the scene with a maternal smile on her lips while Glenn made exaggerated sounds each time Alice rose into the air.

Seeing Alice laugh like that made you feel a lump in your throat. After everything you had been through, seeing her enjoy such a simple, human moment brought you unexpected peace. You walked slowly toward them, observing the scene with a soft smile.

“Well, I didn’t know you were also a babysitter,” you commented in a light tone, crossing your arms with amusement as you approached.

Glenn let out a shy laugh, gently lowering Alice until her tiny feet touched the ground. “Well, who can resist a face like that?” he said with a wide smile, looking at the baby, who immediately reached out her arms toward you, asking to be held again.

“Looks like she likes you,” you said with a light laugh. “Thank you for watching her,” you told Carol.

Carol, who had remained silent, smiled kindly, her gaze soft and understanding. “It was nothing,” she said, shaking her head modestly. “She’s a lovely little girl.”

“I think it’s time I start being useful,” you commented, gently stroking Alice’s back. Glenn and Carol exchanged an approving glance.

“You can help in the kitchen, if you’d like,” Carol suggested, gesturing to the table where a few ingredients were already being gathered for dinner. “Andrea and Amy are handling it today, but an extra pair of hands is always welcome.”

You nodded with a smile. “That sounds perfect.”

You approached the makeshift table where Andrea and her sister Amy were already organizing the few supplies they had. Andrea, always sharp but kind, gave you a quick once-over and offered a friendly smile. “Feel like chopping some vegetables?”

“Sure, whatever you need,” you replied, placing Alice on the ground beside you, where she could crawl and play with a small stick while you got to work.

Amy, who seemed a bit more laid-back than her sister, handed you a knife and some carrots. "I hope you like stew... because that's about all we can make with what we've got," she joked, as she organized the few canned ingredients they had managed to scavenge on their last runs.

"After everything we've been through, anything hot is welcome," you said with a smile, as you started chopping. The atmosphere was relaxed, almost familial, making you feel more at ease as time passed.

Jacqui joined in at some point, helping to light the fire for the makeshift kitchen. As the flames began to grow, the night slowly descended on the camp, and the cool evening air made you hug yourself a bit as you gathered the last of the dinner utensils. The stars twinkled in the sky, and the silence was only interrupted by soft conversations and the crackling of the firewood.

The night wrapped the camp in its blanket of tranquility, and the warmth of the fire seemed to be the heart of the little community that had formed. The crackling of the embers provided a soothing backdrop, as soft conversations filled the air, accompanied by occasional laughter and murmurs about the day’s events.

You settled into one of the chairs near the fire, grateful for the warmth it provided. To your right, Glenn seemed more relaxed than usual, his easy smile illuminated by the flickering flames. To your left, Dale, the older man of the group, watched the camp with a calm and reflective look. There was something about his presence that conveyed safety, a wisdom earned over the years and a natural instinct for protection, the same that had shown itself earlier when he defended you from Merle, after the man had made crude and inappropriate comments.

“Thanks for earlier, Dale,” you said quietly, genuine gratitude in your voice. You didn’t want to leave that debt unacknowledged.

Dale turned his head toward you, his wrinkled face softening with a warm smile. “It was nothing, sweetheart,” he responded calmly. “People like Merle... well, there will always be those who try to take advantage of others. It's not something we should tolerate, not here or anywhere.”

“Listen up, everyone,” Shane started, using that firm tone he employed when he wanted to make sure everyone was paying attention. “Tomorrow, we're going on a run to the city. We need more supplies—water, food, medicine... anything we can find. We can’t keep going the way we are for much longer.”

The mood, which had been relaxed, grew tense at the mention of the city. You knew what that implied. Walkers were always a risk, but the city multiplied them, and going in wasn’t something anyone took lightly.

Glenn was the first to volunteer. “I’ll go. I know the routes well; I can lead the group and keep us out of trouble.”

T-Dog raised his hand in support. “I’m in, too. There aren’t many of us, and we can’t afford to lose anyone, but we need more supplies.”

Andrea nodded. “I’m in. We can’t wait for things to just get better on their own.”

Jacqui and Morales exchanged glances before nodding as well. “We’ll go too,” Morales said, pressing his lips together.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Merle, who had been sitting a bit further away with Daryl, let out a sarcastic laugh before speaking. “Well, I don’t want to miss the fun. Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t get yourselves killed out of sheer stupidity.”

Shane shot Merle a distrustful look but didn’t comment. Then he turned to you, noticing the expression on your face. “I’ll stay back at the camp. Someone needs to keep things safe here while the rest of you go,” he continued before you could offer your own suggestion.

“I want to go too,” you said, surprising some of the people present. All eyes turned to you, especially Glenn, who immediately shook his head.

“No, no. It’s too dangerous. You’ve got Alice to think about, and the city... well, you know what it means. It’s no place for you,” Glenn said, his genuine concern clear in his tone. His gaze sought to persuade you without making you feel bad, but you were determined.

You understood his concern, but you weren’t willing to back down so easily. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help. I’m not going to sit here while you all risk your lives for something we all need. I can take care of myself, and I can be useful. Alice will be safe here with Carol.”

Dale, who had been listening quietly, intervened with his calm yet firm voice. “She’s right, Glenn. Everyone here needs to contribute in some way, and if she feels she can do it, who are we to say no?”

Shane crossed his arms, eyeing you with a mix of respect and skepticism. “Are you sure you know what you’re getting into? The city’s not for everyone.”

“I know,” you insisted, holding Shane’s gaze and then Glenn’s. “I know it’s dangerous, but I also know I can help. I’m not a burden, and I don’t want to be treated like one.”

There was a heavy silence, and finally, Glenn sighed, giving in. “Alright, but you stay close to us at all times. And if something goes wrong, you head back to the camp immediately, got it?”

You nodded, grateful they’d finally given you the chance. “Got it.”

Shane nodded too, though his expression remained serious. “Good. We’ll prep at dawn. And I hope everyone comes back in one piece.”

[myceliumsunshine]

hi hi hi what about sam/dean x oc/reader and a super angsty ask but like in s5 what if she was having nightmares of lucifer after he takes nick as a vessel and he was torturing her in her dreams, and then she never told anyone but she asked cas about it and then a couple of weeks later Dean and sam find out and she looks really tired because she hasn’t been sleeping a lot and then they ask her in front of cas what was happening, and then cas asks, “is it because of your nightmares” and then she tells them she’s been hallucinating him too??

Wow this was super long im sorry it’s ok if u don’t wanna write it

Me and the Devil - Sam Winchester

A/N - thanks so much for the request! and for the rest of you who all sent in requests, I am working my way through them the fastest I can! I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted @anxiety-prime-max, but I hope I delivered! Word Count: 2010

You’re tired.

Not the usual ‘I’ve been up since yesterday researching a case’ type of tired that you usually are. No. It’s settled in your bones, the type of tired you are.

The ‘I might never sleep again’ type of tired. The ‘no nap can help me now’ type of tired. You’re so tired, that if you died, you’d be glad, because at least you’d finally be sleeping. That’s how tired you are.

Your major lack of sleep was beginning to come noticeable. It showed in the bags under your eyes, the ones that no longer fit the requirements for carry ons, and instead had to be towed away under the plane. Your lack of sleep showed in the way your morning routine had changed. You no longer woke Sam from sleep, basking in each other’s presence until you were forced to get out of bed, gentle kisses pressed to eyelids and to tips of noses. Instead, you were out of bed the second Sam woke, beelining for the kitchen and basking in the presence of the coffee machine, gentle kisses pressed to the rim of your mug as you sipped on it.

The thing was, until recently, you hadn’t even drank coffee. You had always preferred tea, sipping on it slowly as your eyes flickered over your computer screen, researching whatever monster it was that your Winchester boys had found to hunt that week, grimacing as you realised how much time had went by based on the ice cold tea slipping down the back of your throat as you sculled it, not wanting it to go to waste.

Your new habits hadn’t gone unnoticed by the men you lived with. Sam and Dean - and occasionally Bobby and Castiel - were worried about you, worried about the changes in your personality. The way you seemed to drift from case to case, eyes unfocused, the way you seemed to twitch randomly, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by your friends.

You’re hurting.

Not the usual ‘a ghost threw me into a wall and my ribs ache’ type of hurt that it usually is. No. It’s nestled deep in your chest, the type of hurt you are.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode sometimes. Your head feels like it already has. Your limbs are heavy, and your stomach has been replaced by a chainsaw, constantly revving, carving out your insides, churning and giving you the urge to throw up. You hurt so badly, that if you died, you’d be glad, because at least it would finally stop.

You flinched at every touch, whirling around to look at the offending person like they’d hit you. You jumped at every noise, eyes wide and hand whipping to the gun that was now always on your belt.

That was on the good days.

Some days, you couldn’t take it anymore. The fatigue lingering in your bones, the ache in your chest. You’d lay your head down on something, and the people closest to you would watch as you’d lay there, eyes closed but not asleep, twitching and flinching in the dead quiet.

Cas found you on one of those nights, in one of the cars in Bobby’s junkyard. You’d climbed up a stack of three cars, your eyes closed but not asleep, as you lay your head on the steering wheel, grateful for the fact that the horn no longer worked, and hadn’t for years.

The flap of wings made you twitch, the only acknowledgement for the man now sitting beside you.

“It is late.” When you don’t respond, he continues. “What ails you?”

You let out a loud sigh, wondering for a split second if you could beat your own skull in on the steering wheel, and if that would even make it stop. “I can’t sleep.”

“I can help with that.” Cas offers, and you look up from the steering wheel, eyes locking with his. He’s sincere, something he’s learnt since the beginning of the end of the world.

“You can’t help me, Castiel.” There’s a sadness in your eyes that feels older than Cas is. You wish he could help you. It pains you to deny his induced sleep.

“I could put you to sleep with a simple touch.” Cas informs you.

“It wouldn’t help. I… Castiel, whenever I fall asleep I wake up screaming. My nightmares keep me awake. So putting me to sleep wouldn’t help, because I’d be awake sooner rather than later.”

Cas tilts his head, pondering that. “A dreamless sleep then?”

You pause. “You can do that? Stop all of my dreams? All of my nightmares? A dreamless sleep?”

Cas nods, and some of the centuries old sadness leaves your eyes, replaced by a dim sense of hope. You nod slowly, and lay your head backwards on the seat, closing your eyes. Cas places a gentle hand on your forehead, and then, you’re asleep for the first time in three days, breathing steady and your body slack.

Cas watched over you, eyes flickering over your resting form, making sure you didn’t have any nightmares. When he deemed that you would sleep through the night, he was gone, signified by a rustling of wings.

Your screams graced the air not ten minutes later.

When Dean found you passed out in the back seat of the Impala a week later, and you punched him in the jaw, he knew that he and Sam had to do something.

Sam studied the bruise on his brother’s jaw, frowning at the angry mottle of purple and red that swirled together on his brother’s face. There was something wrong. Something seriously wrong. You would never punch Dean. Despite your profession, you despised violence, keeping the brother’s aggressive natures in check with your own passive one. It was one of the things Sam loved most about you. Even after it all, you were still the antithesis to the barbarity and viciousness that was Sam and Dean Winchester. Something sweet to come home to, something worth living for.

“We need to put an end to this.” Dean’s voice had no room for argument, not that Sam would have argued anyway. “Call Cas and tell him to meet us at Bobby’s. We’re doing an intervention.”

You twitched when the Impala’s engine fell silent. You opened your weary eyes, glancing out of the window to Bobby’s house. You pulled open the door, staggering out of the car and towards the house. Sam slammed your car door closed, and you flinched at the noise, stumbling slightly before righting yourself and continuing on your path.

Your eyes flickered across Bobby’s kitchen when you made it inside, settling on the pot of coffee. You found a mug, sniffing it and giving it a run around with some water to get rid of the dust inside before taking a reliving sip of slightly cold coffee.

You sighed contentedly, pouring yourself another cup and nursing it close to your chest, glancing around the house once more, now that you had some coffee in your system. Your eyes settled on Bobby, who was staring at you in concern, and Cas, who stood next to him, also staring at you.

“What?” You asked, taking another long sip of your coffee, pouring yourself another one. “What’s the matter?”

“You, kid. You’re scaring us.” You scoffed at Bobby, rolling your eyes and stalking past him to the other room, sitting down on the couch and tucking your legs up underneath yourself. The now group of four watched as you sat there with a book you’d nabbed from the side table, the one you’d left there the last time you’d been at Bobby’s, drinking your coffee and routinely twitching.

“Alright. What’s going on?” Dean asked, pulling up a chair and slinging his leg over it so that he was leaning his arms on the back of the chair, facing you. You looked up from your book, eyes narrow as you looked around the room.

“Nothing’s going on, Dean.” You said, turning back to your book. Your point was undercut by your flinch.

“Is this something to do with your lack of sleep?” Cas asks. “Have your nightmares been getting worse?”

You look over at Cas, shooting him a glare.

“What nightmares? What’s going on?” Sam asked, settling in beside you, a hand on your thigh.

“Nothing.” You deepen the glare you’re still shooting at Cas. Then you turn to Sam, eyes soft. “I told you, it’s nothing.”

Sam’s eyes grow sad, and you look into your lap. “You can tell me. I promise, baby, you can tell me anything. We just want to help.”

You look up, eyes looking between your friends. Bobby’s eyes are also sad, full of concern. Cas - well, you aren’t even sure if Cas knows what concern is, but he’s radiating understanding. Dean looks ready to fight - not you, but whatever it is that is hurting you, what’s causing you to act the way you are. And Sam, he looks just about ready to get down on his knees in front of you and beg, beg you to tell him what the matter is so he can fix it, so he can take away your pain.

You flinch at the loud crash that comes from behind them all.

Sam tilts his head, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “What’s wrong, baby? Just tell us. We’ll fix it.”

“You can’t.” You croak out, your voice barely a whisper. You stare past him at your torturer. Sam turns slowly, looking over to the empty air.

“What do you see?” He asked softly, pulling your attention back to him. You look around to your friends, and the absolute exhaustion you feel is suddenly entirely visible to them all.

“I see him…” You admit, looking back to him. The hallucination sends you a flirty wave, and when you look back to Sam, he’s bleeding from his eyes, nose, and mouth. You twitch, closing your own eyes, and when you open them, the blood is gone.

“Who?” Dean asked, his eyes dark. Someone was taunting you, someone was doing this to you, and Dean wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Lucifer…” And there it is. The name is in the air, and looks are being shot between your friends. “At first it was just my dreams, dreams turned nightmares. I woke up screaming, so I started sleeping in the Impala, or the junkyard, so I would wake any of you up. But now he’s here, and he won’t ever let me sleep.”

There are tears running down your face now, and you shut your eyes, not willing to see the sympathetic and pitiful faces of your friends. You feel Sam’s hand come up to your cheek, wiping your tears, and you lean into it. You open your eyes to stare fondly at your lover, but let out a loud shriek, throwing yourself back off of the couch, as your eyes follow the hand from your face to Lucifer, who’d grinning like… well he’s grinning like the devil.

“What?! What’s going on?” Sam asks, by your side in a second, but you aren’t looking at him. You’re looking at Lucifer, tears streaming down your face.

“Please…” You beg the hallucination. “Please just leave me alone.”

Sam pauses at that, backing away to give you space, but you don’t pay attention to him. You stare mournfully at Lucifer, still so tired. When Lucifer sighs and disappears, you launch yourself into Sam’s arms. They’re around you immediately, a tight, grounding grip on the back of your shirt.

“What happened?” Cas asks, and you pull back from the hug to look at him, to look at Bobby and Dean as well.

“He’s gone. For now. But he’ll be back. He always is.”

Sam pulls you back into a hug, rubbing your back comfortingly. “We’re going to fix this, okay? I swear. If it takes killing Lucifer myself, then we’re going to fix this.”

Your companions nod. They would kill Lucifer. They would set you free.

But until then, you will be tired.

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[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (part VIII)

VIII. A time to embrace

MASTERLIST

Summary: You negotiate Beth’s release

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, 

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: A tame chapter, writing slowburn is just… not what I usually do, arrange marriage is my favorite trope, that’s all I’m saying

You woke up groggy, and with a muscular ache that barely let you get up from the comfortable carpeted floor

“Hey”, you greeted the archer, who had barely changed positions

“Hey”, he greeted back. By the light… you could tell its been hours since you started your little nap, and you frowned when you realized it

“You let me sleep for hours!”, you chided gently, rubbing your forehead

“You fell through the floor!”, he said simply, “it’s fine”, you ate something you scavenge from your old “base”, as you kept watching that hospital

“Anything interesting?”, you asked

“A car jus’ came and went, and a doctor went to tha roof”

“A doctor?”

“White robes”, he muttered, you only hummed.

. . . 

You were actually a bit relieved when you saw the others pulled up, although the team wasn’t complete. Rick hugged Daryl tightly, and then he hugged you

“I thought you had been taken by the Terminus people”, he said angrily, looking at your eyes

“They’re back?”, you asked with urgency, “where…?”, fear settled in your gut

“We dealt with them already”, he said calmly. “we need a bigger place, let’s take some distance before they spot us”, he commanded, and you all got up inside the car and abandoned the office building. “Abraham took Maggie, Glenn and Tara to go with him to DC”, he explained, as you all met in a big room. “We will be meant to follow, after we get Beth”, he said. You nodded, “it's our best shot”

“You are right”, you assured him, “so… what’s the plan?”

If according to Daryl, your plan was so idiotic, you didn’t even shared it with Rick, instead, of course, he took the lead, with the help of Noah, you all hid in a warehouse and started planning the abstraction plan

“We take down those at the office, and then Daryl moves to take out this guard”, he said as his plan involved killing everyone in the hospital

“We were going to be seven, eight once we get a gun to Beth”

Who was Beth anyways? Maggie’s sister and Daryl’s partner? he was the most motivated to get her back, so you’d think she was his… girlfriend or something.

“So you’re just gonna kill everyone?”, asked Tyresse, and a discussion ensued. You also think this was a bit much, to kill them all, they were trained as cops and that made them a good rival.

Daryl grabbed RIck and took him to the side, 

“She thinks we should buy her way out with supplies”, he said quietly, “and medicine”

“She said that?”, asked Rick, with a frown on his face, Daryl looked at his friend and leader, his chosen brother

“Yeah”, he said. Rick saw the reason behind your suggestion, but he shook his head. “It’s too late now, besides, where would we find said things?”, he asked, “the city is completely sacked by now”, Daryl only let out a short growl as an acknowledgement 

You had killed people by now, four, by your counts, did they deserve to die? You had to believe they did, There was no justice system anymore, no religions, nothing, there was only you, and you enemies.

Rick didn’t want you anywhere near the operation, unknowingly to you, because of what Daryl told him, so you had a simple job, which was coming back to your safe house and grabbing everything you could use, including a car.

And it's exactly what you did, you gathered everything, cleaned the pantry and the rest of the weapons, and put it all together in a car you hijacked. 

Carol was with you, watching you intently, as Daryl was needed with Rick, he specifically requested it

“The journey to Washington it's going to be a long one”, you said, to make conversation, it would be an understatement to say Carol really made you nervous.

“Mmm yeah”, she muttered, without much thought, putting everything together, with this you had a couple of day’s worth of food.

“Do you think it’s real… the cure?”, you asked her, she looked at you, frowning

“Maybe”, she said, looking at you with her sharp blue eyes, a woman of few words. You understood her to certain points… you were a stranger, and by your counts, Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Carol went back the furthest, you are talking weeks or days even after everything went to shit, so yes, you’d understand if she was being weary of you, someone who she just met. So you tried not to take it personally. 

“You think they are going to get Beth back?”, you asked her

“I hope they do”, she said, “they will”, she said with determination

“Have her and Daryl… been together long?”, you tried, and you might as well drop a bucket filled with icy water on her, by the way she looked back at you

“You don’t know what you are talking about”, she said, with a somber tone in your voice

“You are right”, you said softly, but surprised, “I have no idea”

“They are not together!”, she said quickly, “Beth is barely eighteen!”, she said then, and you opened your mouth in an “o”

“I didn’t know, by the way Daryl talked about her… I just assumed…”, you said

“He feels responsible because she was with him when they took her, that’s all”, she said, but you didn’t know if she was trying to convince you or herself

You kept working after that, very uncomfortably.

She hated your guts

Now there weren't many personal possessions of yours left in the safehouse, you had tried to take everything with you, but still, you managed to keep some bullets, and a couple of t-shirts and jeans, so that’s that.

When you returned to the group, car loaded, the thing was done, they had taken two policemen as hostages and they were ready to make the trade

You were glad that Rick wanted to spare you from the mess, one of them had tried to escape and got killed by walkers, and Sasha had gotten a bad hit in the head.

You were preparing for the trade in the hospital. The plan was to enter through the main door and make the exchange there. Daryl, Rick, Carol, Tyresse and Sasha were ready to go with him, so was Noah

“Noah”, you called, he looked back at you, “stay here”, you commanded, forgetting yourself a bit

“I want to go”, he protested, Rick had that cray cray look in his eyes, looking back at you for explanations

“They are looking for you”, you said, “they had send men out in a real manhunt, they want you back… men had died because of it, if they see you… they will demand you stay”, you explained severely, “if they ask about you, we should say you ran away from us, that we don’t know where you are”, Rick shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and how much sense it made

“She is right”, he said, “Noah stay here” 

“But…”

“They want you to keep working, you owe them some sort of debt” you said, he only nodded. 

“You too”, said Rick, looking at you, “stay here, if you hear gunshots…”

“Go in, guns blazing”, you completed, he looked at you quizzically, but didn’t say anything.

You stood with Noah outside, and hid in one of the tents near the entrance, in case they had prepared a surprise attack and jumped them from behind in the entrance hallway.

“It's taking too long”, you muttered, looking inside the hospital. 

You heard an engine coming, and when you looked, a huge fire truck, and descended Maggie, Glenn, Abraham, Rosita, Eugene and Tara.

You came out of your hiding place and received them

“Rick is inside, trading for Beth”, you said, Maggie squeezed your arm with a soft smile and a nod.

The doors opened at that moment, and here they came, the entire group. led by Rick Carol and Tyresse and behind them came Daryl having his arms around a pretty girl with blonde hair and big blue eyes with a big smile on her face. 

And here came all the rest.

Maggie ran to meet her, and engulfed her sister in a big hug.

They were all so happy, and relieved, and you were so happy that everything worked out

For the first time since you knew him, you saw Daryl smile, like… truly smile.

“We are going to DC”, said Rick with a pleased smile on his face, as he watched all of you together 

But the faces of the crew that was supposed to be on their way there said it all 

And they wasted no time in filling you in…

Eugene was lying, he was no scientist, there was no cure, there was nothing in Washington for you all, not that you knew of.

it was childish of you to think there ever was a way out of this.

There was none, there was only one way to stay alive… to lean into your group, to survive, whatever it takes.

The realization dawned on all of the group as you gathered in that warehouse again, luckily for the morale in general apparently there weren't many of those who believed in it in the first place, including Rick and Daryl they never believed it existed said cure in the first place.

“What are we going to do now?”, asked Sasha

You caught Daryl staring at you, he was relieved but stood stuck to Beth’s side like a guard dog, you looked back at him

“(y/n) had a plan”, said Rick pointing at you, all eyes were on you, “she knows there is an island, on lake Lanier”, he said. “close from here, if we can take it, we can be safe there, an island is where more safer”

“According to the map I found…”, you said softly, “there is only one road leading to the island, if we can close that and control it, we can take control of the island, but I don’t know many details of it.

“Noah is from a safe community in Virginia”, said Beth immediately, you looked back at her. “I was going to accompany him there, he says there are tall walls, a thick gate, good houses..”

“It’s true”, he said, nodding enthusiastically, “my family is still there, my mother and brothers”

The group seemed divided. Rick looked at you, but you only shook your head. Your plan was a dot you saw on a map and hers seemed a bit more solid, but oh the pictures you had seen in that catalog, if it was intact, it seemed like a great opportunity

There was a huge hotel, and in the other side of the island you saw small cabins with lots of privacy, you could all live there, plant your own, even get some animals, like cattle, if you get a hold on a boat you could really just just anywhere around the lake and scavenge, it was a good idea.

But you remained quiet, because what if the island was overrun? what if it was a complete bust, what if someone died because of you and your plan?

Rick saw your doubts, and nodded

“Let's get out of this city first”, he said, “let’s go get Michonne, Carl, Judith and Gabriel, and let’s go”, he offered, you all nodded, and started the journey.

Decided to let Beth live, this is supossed to be a happy fic, so...

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